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heyjwi · 9 days

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2am | pjs

late night smoke sesh with your ex , what could possiblyyyy happen?

warnings : f!reader , smut, unprotected sex, weed usage, arguing, reader is low-key a bitch (SORRY), one shot.

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it’s 2am and you’re currently sitting in your ex boyfriends car, lighting pre-rolled joints and enjoying the silent jazz playing in the background. jisung wasn’t a perfect boyfriend, but you weren’t the nicest girlfriend either.

he was a people pleaser and loved too hard and you were quite selfish, only caring about yourself. you both would never see eye to eye and would argue over petty things. but jisung was still, a nice person to be around which is why you’re sitting in his car right now.

you closed your eyes as your lips let out an exhale, releasing the smoke. jisungs car was filled with the silent sounds from the radio, his jazz playlist floating around. the lack of people outside and warmth radiating from the lighted spliffs made you feel warm inside.

‘are you falling asleep?’, a low voice mumbled from beside you. your eyes fluttered open, turning to look at jisungs slightly flushed face as the moon illuminated his features.

the weed you smoked and the quiet jazz in the back made this moment oddly sensual. his rugged black hair, low nd tired eyes.

jisungs free hand held your thigh, his lips raised into a small smirk as he looked into your eyes. you couldn’t help but take a puff and press your lips against his, pushing out the smoke you inhaled, feeling it seep into his parted lips. you felt his hand grip you tighter as you pulled away, smoke lingering between both of your lips. jisung stared at you, slowly exhaling with a smile.

‘shotgunning your ex is wild y’know’ , he said, disposing of his spliff in an ashtray and grabbing yours.

‘wanna fuck?’ , you whispered. feeling a bit of shame as those words fell from your lips. jisung didn’t budge, only placing your joint into the ashtray and picking up his phone.

‘jisung. i asked you a question’, you said slightly louder. he placed his phone down after a few seconds before turning towards you, letting out a laugh.

that moment, you felt embarrassed. asking your ex, who, by the way you broke up with, to fuck you. jisungs face was indescribable, he looked neither happy or angry, maybe a bit concerned?

‘i haven’t got a problem with having sex with you but you’re really selfish you know that? , he uttered, ‘i’m tired of this baby. really fucking tired.’

your eyebrows immediately knitted together,

scoffing at his words. ‘what exactly are you tired of? you texted me to come outside and i did. you asked me to come smoke with you and i did just that. all i want is one thing and you complain?’

jisungs eye twitched, he opened a compartment in his car, pulling out one condom. he pushed open the car door and waited for you to step out from the other side, which you did immediately after.

you were smoking in the car park to your apartment, so quite quickly jisung stormed into the building, knowing you’d be trailing behind him. his pace was quick as he walked up the stairs finally reaching your door. he waited for you to unlock it before shoving his way inside, grabbing you.

‘you’re a horrible girl. i seriously hate you but for some reason i always want you to miss me’, he said, pinning you to your apartments door as he pressed soft kisses along your neck.

‘i hate you so fucking much.’ , he whispered into your skin. you weren’t processing anything he said, just grabbing his hair and pushing his face into your neck. jisung pulled away slightly, removing his shirt, showing off his toned abs.

jisung lifted you up, parading to your couch before throwing you down on it. he pushed down his trousers along with his boxers as you removed your shorts and underwear. he exhaled deeply, pulling your shirt over your head and admiring your body.

jisung kneeled in front of you, grabbing your waist into his lap, and pushing himself inside you, unprotected. at first you didn’t realise it, moaning at the stretch of his cock.

jisung started thrusting roughly, he was angry it seemed. his harsh and merciless pace left you screaming under him.

he smirks, grabbing your hips tighter as he thrusts, showing no mercy as he uses your body for his own pleasure, the loud slapping of skin against skin filling the room as he continues to take you roughly.

‘ah fuck i cant even focus seeing your face.’, he mumbled, suddenly pulling out and flipping you over onto your hands and knees. jisung holds your hips, sliding back into you from behind, moaning at the way you tighten around him at the new angle.

‘rude.’ , you moan out, focusing on how good it felt to have him inside you. jisungs hips roughly slammed into you while your body shakes and jiggles from the force of his thrusts, sweat dripping down from his forehead onto your back.

jisung bites his lower lip, grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling your head back roughly, allowing him deeper access as he continues to pound into you, only slowing down slightly when he hears your moans grow quieter.

for a moment, you felt a warm liquid pour inside you. jisung was moaning breathlessly behind you, but from your end, silence.

‘jisung, you’re wearing a condom right?’, you sighed out, feeling his thrusts slow down. by the awkward laugh he let out, you immediately knew he forgot to put it on.

‘you’re fucking kidding me. this is why you need to quit doing all those drugs idiot, it’s giving you memory loss.’, you yelled out, pushing your back upwards, trying to nudge his hand off your waist.

‘wait wait it’s fine. i’ll buy you those pills or whatever in the morning i promise.’ , his tone sounded apologetic so you let out a groan and leaned back down.

jisung slapped your ass hard as he began thrusting into you, reveling in the feeling of your body tensing around him. he growled, sinking his teeth into your shoulder as he slams into you with all the force he can muster, finally reaching his climax and filling you up with his hot cum. you let out a choked scream into the pillow near your head.

jisung pulled out of you, leaning down, his tongue swirling around your clit as his fingers pump in and out of your wet pussy. the sounds coming out of your mouth were loud and incoherent words poured out.

his tongue still flicking over your sensitive clit and his fingers plunging into you harder and faster. he was determined to make you release again. jisung sucks on your clit, moving his tongue around and in tiny little circles before sucking again, trying to give you the pleasure you're craving.

your hands were giving up as you held yourself up on your knees. cum dripping out of you. the moans flooding the room, jisung continues to lick and suck your pussy, his tongue poking at your entrance before pulling back and blowing gently on your clit to tease you.

you couldn’t hold back anymore, feeling a wave of sensitivity all over. your throat released a raspy scream before you released all over jisungs face.

his tongue lapping over your clit once more before he pulled away. spanking your ass with a light chuckle after.

‘fucking hell. i forgot how much you liked that’, he laughed out, holding you close to him as your legs gave out. his grasp on your waist, him pulling you into his chest. it was all so comfortable.

you missed this. jisung laying beside you and cuddling you into his embrace. his warm breaths on your back and sweaty body stuck to yours. but it had to end.

‘jisung you should leave now. i’ll get the pills myself..’

you whispered, feeling a sense of guilt.

‘you can’t do this to me.’, he sat up, bodies unsticking from eachother, feeling a cool wind hover over you.

‘i can do what i want. you should go.’, you muttered out, refusing to look at him. jisung sighed, standing up and throwing his clothes on.

before he left your apartment, he turned around to you as you slowly sat up, starting to grab at your clothes which were scattered on the floor.

‘if i call you, know that i’m either high or drunk. i’ll never fucking call you sober. i hate you.’

he said, as he stormed out of your apartment. slamming the door.

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samgirl98 · 23 days

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Orion Called Cepheus 2/2

They had come in the Batmobile.

Jazz was tense as Batman drove toward Gotham; Robin sat by him in the passenger seat. He would turn his head frequently to look at Danny. Jazz squeezed Danny’s hand hard. She couldn’t believe Danny would go behind her back and call someone else who knew nothing about his current situation.

She couldn’t believe her baby brother would want to leave her for his biological family. Jazz glared at her younger brother from time to time.

He looked away guiltily each time.

Danny was doing this for her. Jazz deserved to have a normal life. To go to university. She shouldn’t have to be on the run with him. She didn’t need him messing up her life.

The trip to Gotham was silent.

Jazz didn’t even raise her eyebrow when a secret passage was opened randomly at a back alley. Damned rich people. She held on to Danny’s small hand as they exited the Batmobile. She ignored Batman and Robin and looked around the cave. People were sitting by a huge computer.

Everyone stared at Jazz and Danny as they got out of the car. Jazz got in front of her brother to shield him from their eyes.

A man in a black suit with a blue bird turning into blue stripes on his arms got up. She may not know all the Gotham vigilantes, but she recognized Nightwing. He had an easy smile, probably trying to make her feel more at ease.

It didn’t work.

“Hi, I’m Nightwing. Nice to meet you and Danny.”

Jazz didn't shake Nightwing's hand. After a few seconds, Nightwing’s hand fell to his side, and his smile became a little strained.

“Right, well, welcome to the Batcave.”

Nightwing’s welcome echoed throughout the cave.

Jazz ignored the people in the cave and took her brother’s hand.

“So, now what,” she asked.

There was no way in the Infinite Realms she would let some fruit loops take her younger brother away from her. She had failed him once and wouldn’t do it again.

She felt a tug and looked down at Danny.

“Jazz, can I talk with Damian? I’ll be right back.”

“No,” she wanted to scream, “you’re staying with me!”

“I’ll be right here if you need anything.”

I’ll be here if anyone tries anything.

The silence got louder somehow the fainter Danny and Damian’s footsteps got.

“You’re not taking my little brother from me,” was the first thing she said. “You’re all strangers. I won’t let you take him away from me. He’s all I have!”

Jazz clenched her fists, ready to fight if she had to. She would take Danny out of the cave, kicking and screaming.

Batman put a gloved hand on her shoulder.

“We would never pull you two apart,” he said. His mask was off, and Jazz could see the sincerity in his eyes.

She couldn’t help it. She broke down crying.

Damian stared into the distance as his younger (now truly younger) twin brother told his story.

Damian tightened his hold on his sword’s hilt. He wanted to hunt down the Fenton’s and strike them down. For the first time in a long time, he wished he didn’t follow his father’s rules.

“Why didn’t you call me sooner, akhi? You knew I was Robin. We could’ve been reunited long ago; we could’ve been heroes together.”

“I didn’t want to bother you or father. And—and I was being selfish. I loved being in an environment where I didn’t have to fight to the death, where I didn’t have to kill. I’m sorry for messaging you now, but I need help…”

Damian hugged Danny, “Don’t apologize for calling me. I’m glad you did.”

“I want to be safe,” Danny sobbed, his little fists clenched, “I want Jazz to be safe.”

“I failed you the first time; I won’t fail you again, Cepheus.”

When the twins got back, Danny noticed Jazz’s red-rimmed eyes.

“Jazz, what’s wrong?”

“I won’t lose you, little brother. I refuse.”

“Jazz, you’ll always be my big sister,” Danny said, “but you deserve to live your life. Go to university, get your PhD. You shouldn’t put your life on hold for me.”

“You’re my little brother, and I will always put you above everything else.”

“That may be true, but you shouldn’t have to. Besides, with my father’s help I should be able to return to my real age. I hope.”

Damian cleared his throat.

“I am grateful for what you have done for Danyal. I will not seek to take over your role, but thank you. Father, my siblings, and I can care for Danyal from everything that would harm him. You don’t have to do it alone anymore.”

Jazz sniffed and took hold of Danny’s hands.

“Besides,” Bruce started, “there’s more than enough space here. You can stay for as long as you want. I can protect you and Danny from your parents. You don’t have to run anymore.”

Danny squeezed Jazz’s hand.

“I’m sorry for calling them without saying anything first, but Jazz, you deserve to live your life, too.”

Jazz looked at Danny’s young face and then at Bruce’s sincere expression.

“Thank you, I would like that,” she said while hugging Danny. Nothing would separate her from her brother.

#orion called cepheus #dc x dp #dp x dc

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fayes-fics · 3 months

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When The World Is Free: Chapter 8 - Je N'en Connais Pas La Fin

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Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, WW2 AU.

Warnings: tiny dash of spice… making out, hands wandering. Light angst, emotions, late-night confessions.

Word Count: 2.3k

Author’s Note: Multi-chapter fic based on a request by the lovely @amillcitygirl. Please see the masterpost for a synopsis of this story. Please don't be mad at me about this - I could not go with the cliche of wedding night. These idiots just need one more night to get their sh*t together. Sorry, and yes, as penance, Chapter 9 will be posted very soon. Thanks to @colettebronte for beta reading. Enjoy!

Montivilliers (just outside Le Havre), September 1939

A nervous energy ripples through your limbs as the four others leave, traipsing across the garden to the neighbouring cottage, leaving you and your new husband alone. Still waving awkwardly from the patio as they all disappear from view. A chill passes through you, just noticing how cold the night air is, autumn drawing in and without the warmth of Benedict holding you in some way, as he has been the past few hours. You startle slightly as he interrupts your reverie by chivalrously wrapping the faux fur stole around your shoulders.

“It’s my something borrowed,” you blurt, unsure what else to say.

“Eloise?”

You just nod, too nervous all of a sudden to look up at him.

“Let’s get inside,” he suggests, observing even the extra layer does not halt your shiver, gesturing to the kitchen door.

You walk awkwardly past, catching a whiff of his delicious scent that you woke up to this morning, the involuntary urge to sway into him intense.

You drift to the living room, Benedict wandering to the gramophone, putting on a mellow jazz record before taking a seat; part of you sad he chooses the armchair, not the sofa beside you.

“Well… that was a day,” he understates in his usual affable manner.

“I don’t know how I can ever thank you,” you respond earnestly, looking down at the simple band on your finger by reflex. “It’s all thanks to you that I have a chance to escape while I still can.”

“You would have done the same for me,” he demures with a quiet certainty that makes you yearn to touch him.

Instead, you exchange slightly awkward smiles, the mantlepiece clock ticking sounding so loud, even with the music playing.

“And I'm sure you will get home one day,” he assures. “Your family, I'm certain, miss you… and... And your fiancee,” the reluctance in his words evident.

“I’m not sure a married woman can have a fiancé anymore,” you remark; the lash of guilt every time Stanley’s name is invoked lessening with every moment you spend alone with Benedict.

“You can once you are a single woman again, as soon as you are safe,” he counters softly, so altruistic in his manner your throat almost itching with unspent words—a want to yell. No! Fight for me! I want you more than I ever will want him!!

“You yourself said on the train that perhaps there is something better out there for me,” you respond cautiously. “The longer this adventure runs, the more certain I am of that.”

His mien is profound as you finally raise your eyes to his, wanting so much to say more but feeling too tongue-tied and cowardly to be that selfish, to declare he is what you want.

He shakes himself a little and leans back into the armchair as if resetting himself and the line of conversation. Like he senses the mutual danger lurking there.

“Tomorrow, when we sail… they will likely notice the date on our marriage certificate,” Benedict counsels gently. “That may raise flags about the authenticity of our union.”

“What can we do to assuage them?”

“Come up with a plausible story. Be physically affectionate. They may ask no questions, or they may ask as many as they wish,” he warns, “especially of you. They may ask you about…” Benedict pauses, his face flushing a little, “… intimate matters. They have every right to ask if the marriage has been consummated.”

You feel yourself flashing hot as he says it. “I should lie?” you whisper.

“You should say whatever you think will make them believe we are a real couple,” he obfuscates.

“I’m a terrible liar…” you confess, blushing when you realise your words could be interpreted as an invitation to be intimate. And on this, your wedding night.

His gaze is heavy. “You can do it y/n. Your freedom and safety may depend on your ability to convince them you love me... And I you.”

I think I might, your mind screams.

“I know… I… think I can do it,” you falter, replaying every kiss you have shared. “We seem to have done a great job convincing Jerome and Marie…”

“They are not looking to see artifice,” he counters. “British soldiers will be.”

“Sh… should we practice?” It’s out of your mouth before you can stop it, champagne again taking your tongue, a deep flush spreading over your skin as you realise it.

“Y… yes, I think maybe we should,” he agrees very quickly.

He stands somewhat awkward, peeling off his jacket and rolling up his shirt sleeves, leaving his waistcoat. You find yourself again mesmerised by him, as you were that night in Paris, wanting to run your hands over the flex in his arm muscles. In fact, you are so distracted you don’t even realise he is proffering you a hand out of the chair. You spring up to your feet without his help, the idea of touching him right now entirely too distracting, which seems to amuse him briefly before his expression turns sincere.

“We have kissed, but not as lovers, as married people would. We... we may need to do so, casually, of course, within sight of those allowing boarding,” he opines, even as your heart speeds up, realising what he is saying.

“You think we need to… practice more kissing? Now?” you are mildly annoyed by how stupefied you sound.

“Yes,” he confirms, drawing closer, “passionate, real kissing.”

You are looking up into blue eyes and a gorgeous face as fingertips loop around your wrist as if checking your pulse.

“Grab my wrist if you want me to stop,” he tutors softly, so gentlemanly in his approach, even as you fret that he can feel your heart rate hammering hard in your veins.

Once again, time is in slow motion as his lips descend. At first, the kiss is breathtaking but still chaste, like previously. But then there is a noise in the back of his throat that makes the hairs on the nape of your neck stand on end; his lips part yours, a wave of damp heat as the kiss deepens. His tongue swipes yours tentatively, a tease before you mirror his moves. He tastes of champagne and something else that is entirely him, an impulse to bite the inside of his cheek. And then it’s abruptly fervent, wanton - like a dam has broken - his hands gripping the crest of your hip bones, each finger an insistent dig into your flesh.

Finally, given the permission, you don't hold back. Pushing into him, one hand grasping the buckled loop at the back of his waistcoat that cinches it to his slim form, the other winding around his sturdy neck, encouraging him to lean down further, take from you. The kiss seems never-ending, a rolling wave of to and fro, a dance not unlike the one in the square just last night. Those fireworks still explode, but this time, it feels like those ones that are so powerful they knock a punch to your solar plexus, a ricochet you feel physically,

His hands slide up your back, a sensual drag that makes you moan into his mouth, a noise he greedily swallows. But he stops as they reach the faux fur wrapped around your shoulders and reluctantly breaks the kiss.

“Please, take this off,” he implores, “I cannot do this with you wearing my sister's clothing,” he points out with a cringe that creases his face charmingly.

Your responding giggle causes him to break into a lopsided grin, and wordlessly, you untie it as he watches, pupils blown. When you push it back off your shoulders, it hits the rug behind you with a soft whump, and your instinct takes over, rocking onto your tiptoes, one hand sliding into the lush hair at the back of his head and bringing his face back to yours.

The minute your mouth opens to his, you are heavy and weightless all at once, not unlike that wooden roller coaster on Coney Island that made you see stars. Your nails flex on his scalp as his hands slide over your dress, looping low around your hips, tugging you snugly into his body as your tongues tangle.

This.

This must be what the girls whisper about—a tart metallic boiling in your blood, a heavy tug deep inside your pelvis that needs relief. A wanting so physical it almost hurts, a hunger that makes you feel reckless, liable to behaviour you could never justify, a pure carnal caprice. But all too soon, he is pulling back, a need to breathe, even as he does so inches from your face, his eyes locked on yours as they flutter open.

“Again,” you murmur, uncaring how gossamer thin your excuse is, just wanting more.

His eyes are glittering as he complies. Kissing like a wild storm now, hands hot through the thin, cool silk fabric. And you cannot stop the noises you make, shameless and breathy, right into his open, wet, questing mouth. Pressing hard against his body, a solid warmth in his trousers promising things you need so badly you crave to curl around him, open yourself to him.

You have never felt this before. A tingle under your scalp that vibrates all the way down to your toes. A want to take and be taken. To bite and be bitten. To ride and be ridden. For him to rip your dress from your body and throw you onto the sofa—a yen that feels not entirely human and definitely not civilised.

It's like he senses your thoughts have slid somewhere wild, or perhaps his have too, as when he pulls back, he is panting, and there is a quaking in his entire being like he is crackling with energy.

“Please. Go.” His voice is ragged, deep, almost wrecked. “Please. I… I can’t do this anymore,” his voice cracks a look that is at once hungry, aching, and barely contained restraint.

Please don't be a gentleman now, Benedict. Please. No. God. Not now. Don’t.

“I’m s…sorry,” you stutter, feeling guilty you have pushed it too far but utterly unmoored by the searing passion and the sting of his rejection, albeit reluctant.

Even you can see the war in his being, physical desire being muzzled by the gentleman he was clearly raised to be. Knowing if you stand here much longer, something will happen that one or both of you will regret. Your wedding ring seems to burn your skin as you turn around and shrink away, leaving the room, not daring to look back, knowing he has also turned away with ragged breaths.

As you climb the stairs, feet feeling leaden, your body in utter turmoil, you hear the discordant scratch of the gramophone being halted. You undress in a daze, swearing you can still feel the heat of his handprints through the silk of your dress. Climbing into the bed approaching numb, champagne swirling unease in your gut with all the rich foods, an oily disquiet that means it takes ages to settle.

You lay there fitfully for what feels like hours, tossing and turning, picking over the minutiae of every moment with Benedict - tonight and all the nights and days before. Seeing possible signs that make your heart clench.

Could it be that he is not doing this all for show?

It's a seizing thought that catalyses your body: it has you up on your feet and rushing down the stairs in your nightgown, breathless and stumbling. But when you round the corner into the living room, all your courage to declare it is sapped by the sight of Benedict sleeping, curled slightly, looking smaller somehow, his back turned to you, face buried into the back cushion of the sofa.

Instead, you back away, padding to the kitchen to take a glass of water, hoping the hydration will stave off the worst of a hangover; the water is a relief to the tumultuous, racing feeling as you stand on the large slab of earthen tile gleaming in the moonlight, cold underfoot. You pour another glass for him without thought.

Tiptoeing back into the living room, careful not to wake him, you crouch beside him to leave the glass of water within easy sight and reach should he stir. But you find yourself unable to leave without saying something. The temptation to confess to his unconscious self is impossible to resist, the grip on your own glass so tight.

“I’ll never be able to repay you,” you murmur to his back, fingers itching to trace over the bare skin of his shoulder blades where they peak out of the blanket. “For this unbelievable act of kindness and generosity. And yet… god, this is so selfish,” you flick your eyes up to the ceiling to stem a tear you feel gathering, “… still I’m greedy. Always wanting more. Wanting…. Wanting to never return to my old life. Wanting to run away. Wanting this… Wanting this to be real.”

The last phrase is barely audible, but still, you are instantly horrified that you confessed it out loud, even to his unconscious, sleeping frame. And you know you must leave.

God, what is wrong with me? What is this? Temporary insanity? Too much alcohol, a fake wedding and an impending war are not a good recipe…

It’s a silent internal lament as you stand up and withdraw, self-chastisement echoing so loud in your head. And yet, you can't resist a parting sentence from the doorway.

“Goodnight, Benedict, you are truly the very best of men...”

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What you don’t see as you slowly climb back up the creaking wooden stairs is Benedict’s eyes blazing open, a look of utter astonishment claiming his face as he twists around and stares at the doorway you left by, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

He was never asleep.

And he heard every single word.

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ioveartfilm · 3 months

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Eternal Show | Copacabana

Summary You were the brightest star of all. You shine too brightly upon others without you knowing. What you didn’t know is that stars tended to be bright before they shut down.

Genre Drama, Romance.

Additional Content Major Death, Violence, Mentions of Sex, Mature Content, One shot.

Pairing Gojou Satoru x Fem! Reader

He is taken back by your stunning reflection, the way your crimson dress envelopes your figure as if it was tailored for you. He can’t resist lacing his arms around your waist, breathing in close to your neck, hoping to savor your scent a little longer. The fabric accentuates your body splendidly. No wonder a great crowd gathers to witness your performance. You may be theirs for the night, but once you stepped out of that stage you were his. He plants a line of kisses down your neck tightening his embrace, getting lost on your soft skin. Before he can go any further, you extricate yourself from his hold to meet his longing gaze.

“I suppose you liked the dress.” You claimed with a light chuckle.

“Is it too obvious?” He responds placing both of his hands on your hips, clearly unable to keep his hands off you. “Allow me to be selfish for a few seconds. I want to hold you in my arms a little longer before you ascend to that stage. I have countless time seen you perform through I don’t think I will ever get used to see those starving for you.”

“Let them watch. Let them appreciate the sight. Little do they know, a man has already captured my heart. The only one who comprehends my heart and soul like a well-read book.”

A caress down your face sent a spark running down your body with anticipation. “Beauty with a honest heart and deep soul. How can I ever ask for more?”

You laughed at this. “You sweet talker. Save your compliments for later. I must get going.” He leans down to lock lips with you, savoring the taste of your redden lips. You gently pushed me away once you felt his tongue pleading entrance.

“Are you doing this on purpose? Ruining my makeup to held me up?” He could only smiled carefree disarming your comment his lips carrying the trace of your lipstick.

“Forgive my love, I’m afraid I won’t make it through the night without tasting your lips.” You shake your head with a smile playing on your lips in response to his heartfelt confession.

“I really need to go.” Eventually he retreat himself from you his hands aching for your touch already.

“Leave them breathless, my dear. Paint this place with the hues of your grace.” He exhales every words carrying great emotion with a gaze brimming with genuine affection solely for you.

The overall ambience welcomes you with open arms with music wafting through the air, a courtesy of a lively band playing jazz. It’s glamorous surroundings blind your eyesight with its golden brilliance. The rhythmic tap of heels underscores the lively energy from the sweethearts dancing along with the melody. The sound of clinking of glasses, murmurs of distinctive conversations of the gentlemen being witnesses of the display invaded your ears as you walked further into the nightclub. Eventually you found yourself poised before the opulent bar working the confines of the club. Greeted by a man in a tailored white shirt and suspenders, acknowledging you with a insightful smile. The mixed scent of different liquors hit your nostrils as you settled down upon the barstool.

“Which whom I’m having the pleasure of serving tonight?” The bartender interject holding eye contact with you, almost like he was hypnotized by your demeanor. Fixing your posture you reciprocate his gesture with a kind smile.

“(Y/N) (L/N).” You present yourself, extending your right hand which he respond your mannerism by delicately placing a kiss on the back of your hand.

“My pleasure. It will be a honor to serve you on this beloved night. What would you like to indulge in first?”

You raised an eyebrow, your expression brimming with amusement. “Aren’t you going tell me your name?”

The bartender chuckles lightly upon hearing your comment offering a polite grin. “Pardon me, Ma’am. My name is not such of importance, though if you wish to know then I have not option but do so.”

“Satoru Gojo. Pleased to make acquaintances with you, Ma’am.”

“Oh please, darling. Just call me. (Y/N). I’m new in town and I’m afraid I’m unfamiliar with everything. I came across with this club while I was passing by, contemplating if I should just have a moment for myself with a nice drink.” You confess freely.

“Apparently I have done a great decision. The ambience, the music, it’s lively show. I’m delighted by everything.” You exhale a sigh, accompanied by a smile.

“That’s explains why I haven’t seen such a gracious face before. You see, I grew here and I’m aware of everyone around here. Believe me, I wouldn’t have forgotten a face like yours.” Satoru articulated smoothly gaining a flustered smile a laugh leaving your parting lips.

“My. Do you say that to every new face you encounter?”

“You’re the first, dearest.”

You laugh, a hand discreetly veiling your mouth at his complaints. “I found that hard to believe. I will like to have a Daiquiri, please.” The nights unfolds smoothly from there as you engaged with the dashing bartender, effortlessly traversing through a myriad of topics. Every single one possible.

“A showgirl?”

You nodded caressing the edges of your empty glass. “Yes, I used to be a showgirl back at New Orleans. I have retired for some time.”

“Why so?” He can’t help but inquired more into the matter.

“I guess I wanted to wander around see what’s out there for me.”

“And what have you found so far?”

“Well,” You replied. “I have found for starters a mesmerizing night with a striking man of resplendent white and piercing blue eyes.”

“If I’m being honest.” You continued. “You possess great beauty to be wasted behind a bar. It should presented on the big silver screen.” You only spoke the truth, his allure was unparalleled with breathtaking features that leaves an indelible imprint on those who beheld him. His eyes widened slightly in response to your words leaning in closer supporting himself on his elbows against the bar table until both of your faces where inches away.

“I should been the one saying that.” He says with a sudden change of demeanor making you want to lower your gaze at the intensity in his clear eyes. “Your skin emanates a radiant glow, your hands boast a delicate texture, your fragrance that carries the essence of a blooming spring. Your white dress that embrace your body right, with its silver components making you shine with your beautiful smile. Your face bears flawless features, unlike any other woman I have encountered. And your lips…your lips. Adorned with a dashing red hue, with their softness that is visible even from here.” He trails off, genuine admiration painted in every word he said.

The next thing you knew, you find yourself in the backseat of his car fervently melding your lips with his like tomorrow won’t arrive. The windows gradually obscured, veiled by the warmth of your combined breaths. His touch becomes an intoxicating stimulus, propelling you both into a passionate entanglement within the confined space of the car. You emit a moan against his lips, clutching his shoulders while the burning sensation run down your body as your back collides with the seat beneath you. His ardent thrusts hit you driven by an urgent need for mutual pleasure. All you can do is surrender to his affections, vocalizing his name in impassioned cries.

“I find it hard to believe you’ve only shared kisses with a select few.” He remarks with hint of disbelief lingering in his voice. You shrug nonchalantly at his surprise.

“Honored that you are on that list?”

“I will be more honored if that I’m the last one on the list.” He express genuinely his touch trailing down your naked back.

Elevating your gaze you inquired, your curiosity getting the best of you with a subtle hint of playfulness. “How many women have you kissed?”

“Not many.” You trace his chest with your fingertips feeling his smooth skin.

“Are you lying to me?”

He shakes his head in response. “Now, why would I lie?”

“Perhaps you’ve already shared kisses with a thousand women.” His hand made contact with the side of your face once you finish your statement.

“Now why would I engage with a thousand women? Why would I kiss that much women considering my limited interactions, where only a select few have succeeded on trapping me. Holding me captive with their displays of affection?”

The round of applause reverberates through the air, signaling the end of your performance while music gradually fades away. Extending your gratitude to your loyal audience, your gaze drifting away towards the very back of the club where the bar is situated. In that brief moment like time stopped, you contemplate the face that holds a special place in your heart.

“Are you sure?” Satoru asks you, a frown drawn on his face. Your trembling hands clutch the pregnancy test before present it to him, fearing the worst. The last thing you expected was Satoru’s change of faces replaced by a wide smile his orbs shinning upon learning the news.

“I will work hard at the bar, if possible I will take more part time jobs. I won’t leave you alone in this matter.”

“Miss (Y/N). Someone required your presence for a brief moment.” You were soon informed by staff that someone will like to have your presence for whatever reason. Stepping out of your room, your eyes wandered around the club until your eyes landed on a man in a well-tailored suit. A dark fabric excusing an intimidating aura along with a knotted tie, polished leather shoes and finally a shiny diamond lacing around his forefinger. His posture plus his predatory eyes were ready to eat you alive. His presence makes you unease though you had no option but walked over as he calls you over to his table.

“My. I’m honored, The famous miss (Y/N) agreed to meet me after her performance. I’m sure you’re tired, though grant this man a moment with you. Who he went all his way down here to only see you perform.” Fixing your unease demeanor, you nods at his words with a charismatic smile, taking a seat before him.

“I’m pleasured to hear you only come to the club to see me perform. It brings me great joy.” He took your hand on his, kissing your gloved hand while applying an uncomfortable tight pressure.

“It brings me great joy” He remarks. “To share this moment with you. The club will be nothing without your presence gracing us.” He speaks and you could swear his eyes deepened in hue. “Enlighten me what would it take for me to spend a night with you?”

“What?” You displayed surprised, hoping you had misheard his words. His grasp intensified eliciting a sharp intake of breath, his action making you hiss in pain.

“Come on, sweetheart. Stop playing hard to get.” He urged, a playful glint in his eyes. You rose instantly from your seat, yanking away your hand from his grasp.

“I kindly ask you to leave. Your behavior is inappropriate.” A dark chuckle escapes him, rising to his feet as well, fixing his menacing gaze on you.

His voice drips with disdain as he utters, “You whores always playing hard to get. Tell me how much money you want? I can give you more than you earn in this shitty club.” You scoffed in disbelief and visibly disgust by his presence ready to leave. Before you could do that, he grabs your forearm roughly pulling you back.

“Let me go—!” You feel yourself being freed when Satoru was already at your side as he forcefully distanced the man from you with a push.

“Sir. I ask you to leave.” Satoru's authoritative voice resonated through the nearly deserted club. The other man clenching his teeth before uttering with a tone of derision, staring indifferently at Satoru with no intention of collaborating.

“Who are you the bartender? Get out of my way!” He reached out to grab you once again, when Satoru swiftly position himself in front of you shielding you, pushing the man with great strength causing him to collide with the table behind him. The sound of shattering glasses distorted the ambience of the club. A surge of anger engulfed him, prompting to rise. Using his fist, he delivered a direct punch to Satoru’s face.

“Satoru!” You exclaimed horrified, witnessed your lover’s fallen form. You were brutally pushed aside almost losing your equilibrium when the man continued his assault on Satoru, punching repeatedly.

There was too much blood. Too much to be Satoru’s.

Satoru regained his strength, delivering a forceful kick to the man's chest, forcing him to stagger backward. Rising to his feet, he then proceed to land punches to the man’s face hatred coursing through his body. You hurriedly went to his side, gripping his shoulder. “Satoru, stop! Let’s call the police!” You beg desperately, hoping your words can be heard.

A chaotic scene unfolded as Satoru was pushed back, you rush to his side to help him. The man wiping the blood from his mouth rose to his feet again. Time seemed to slow as the ominous sound of a charged gun filled the air. Instinctively, you positioned yourself in front of your lover uttering his name. Horrified screams echoed after the haunting sound of a shotgun took in, signaling someone got shot.

It took a moment to realize that you were the one who got shot.

You pushed Satoru on time before the bullet could hit him, time froze, however you didn’t immediately feel any pain. With difficulty you lower your head to stare down at your bloody chest, your white dress stained with the dark hue of your blood. You gasped loudly lifting a hand to stop the bleeding. The excruciating pain stop you from doing so, as you crumpled to your side.

“(Y/N)!!” Immobile and in agony, you heard his voice calling your name. Pain enveloping you in an embrace. The man’s leather shoes vanished from your view as you bleed on the ground, while the pain stifled any coherent thoughts. The old notion of “witnessing your life before death” felt like a cruel lie. You were dying and it was painful, leaving you gasping for air with a searing pain in your chest.

“No, we aren’t naming him after you if it’s a boy.” Satoru laughs, with a fake offended look.

“Why not? You don’t like my name? That’s a shame.”

“It’s already enough I have to deal with you.” You replied simply caressing the side of your stomach.

“You’re very cruel to your future spouse.” Once as soon Gojo said those words, your eyes widened moving your head to see him.

“What did you said?” You uttered shakily. Satoru offered a tender smile while lowering to one knee, cradling your hand in his own.

Satoru spoke earnestly, “I know it’s crazy given our brief time together, but I’ve found myself deeply in love with you. And if that makes me a fool, so be it. (Y/N), will you marry me?”

Overjoyed, you enthusiastically exclaimed. “Yes, a thousand times yes!!” Leaping into his arms with pure happiness.

The sapphire ring on his hand radiates a brighter glow, it’s timeless significance growing as it weathers the passage of time. Waving the half empty glass of his drink, a voice calls him pulling him out of thoughts.

“Sir, we are about to close.”

A sigh escapes his lips upon hearing this. “I will take my leave shortly if that’s okay.” The man nodded at the older man’s request. Satoru’s heart swelled with nostalgia as he surveyed his surroundings. Witnessing the changes over the years weighed heavily on him. Leaving his seat, he approaches the newly transformed stage. Despite the changes, it remains the same stage where you once performed. How fortune everyone back then were. Being able to witnesses your timeless performances. Ascending the stairs, Satoru stands on the stage glancing around. Overwhelmed by his emotions, he burst in tears. His cries reverberate through the empty club. The night still haunts him, blaming himself everyday for not be able to save you. He lost his youth, he lost his baby and he lost you. The faint sound of curtains opening draw his attention, as he lifts his tear-filled eyes, his cries subside. He saw you. Standing there, wearing the same dress from the day you passed away.

“(Y/N)…?” He calls for you, his voice becoming weak.

“Hello, my love.” Upon hearing your voice, Satoru bows his head overcome with sadness. The ache of missing your voice hits him. It hurts so much hearing it once again.

“Why did you left me? Why did you have to leave so soon?” He cries. “I missed you dearly, I still miss you. I hate myself for not saving you.” Strolling your way towards your lover, you hold his face on your hands so he can meet your eyes.

“Believe me, I didn’t want to leave you. All I wanted was to start a new life with you, with our baby. I’m sorry I had to leave you alone.” Satoru continued his cries, shutting his eyes together.

Blinking away tears, you let out a strained sigh. “Why haven’t you been taking care of yourself, huh? Are you trying to make me mad?” You said, your voice lingering with concern. Satoru didn’t respond, still crying his heart out.

“Give me your hand.”

After a few minutes, Satoru’s sobs subside after hearing your request. He blinks in confusion staring back at you. “What?”

“Just give me your hand. I want to see if your dancing skills are still good.” You say infusing a moment of lightness. As your hands link together, the ambience changes transporting you both back in time. 30 years ago when youth and love intertwined between you two.

In each other’s arms, you both laughed and exchanged smiles dancing with carefree abandon. The old same tunes surrounded the dance, the ones you used to perform to. In that perfect moment, reality faded away for Satoru, lost in the enchantment of the past. The Satoru from 30 years ago dancing with the love of his life.

“Sir—“ a firm grip interrupted the staff man from calling the elder man.

“It’s okay, let him be for a couple of minutes.”

Silently the staff observed the older man dancing in solitude with the ghost of you. Moving with a poignant grace, lost in the memories of a stolen youth.

Author’s Note: I kind of had this draft for a while so I’m posting it now all fixed. Thanks for reading ! Please check out my other works.

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Flip A Switch - Lando Norris

Lando Norris Mafia AU

As much as we try to suppress the stigma, strong women will continue to be perceived as intimidating until you learn to love us.

PART 1 - Unnecessary Violence

Women are small. They should act naive, innocent and weak. That's what you were told. That's what i was still told. Mother said it's the most attractive thing a girl can be. My brother said it's the safest thing a girl can be. Daddy said it is the most stupid thing that i could be. 'Be strong', daddy said and to that i would reply with what my mother and brother had instilled into me. Anger would rise up, "You're a bright girl y/n, but you trust too easily. That'll do you no good if you follow in my footsteps."

I wanted to follow in his footsteps, i really did, but i was stuck in the contrasting beliefs of society and my father's expectations. I wanted to do him proud, he after all risked his life everyday to keep our family safe. But i was just a girl, what could i have done?

Daddy never got a real funeral, that's just the way it was for us kind of people. I think of him everyday, but no one dares to utter his name which leaves my mind to be his only place of rest. After he passed, my mother went awol, i haven't seen her in months. My brother is now mad with power, thinking that he can drag daddy's organisation from the pits it collapsed into. He is wrong. Daddy always said Keegan didn't have the ability to work in such a treacherous environment, but of course he never listened.

"Keegan, daddy wouldn't have wanted this. This is so far from how he'd organise things" I exclaimed, chasing after him down the halls of our family home. It was supposed to be an 'event' of sorts to celebrate my fathers life, too little too late i thought, Keegan never celebrated his life when he was actually alive. I was certain this was an attempt at gloating to his so called peers about his ever so important role, despite it being quite the contrary, he is only making things worse, which is literally impossible, but somehow not for Keegan.

"Just because you were dad's favourite does not mean that you know how to run this company, y/n. You're still a little girl. You know nothing. I learnt it all the day Dad bailed on us. Stop acting like he was a Saint, because, if you actually knew anything about how to run this, you would know he was far from it."

I wanted to fight back, but causing a seen was wrong, unnecessary and exactly what he wanted, and you would see me dead before I followed another mans orders, related or not.

The halls were starting to burst with people. The luxurious fabric of suits and gowns brushing against my bare arms as a turned from my brother and stormed away from his ignorance.

The corners of my mouth slightly turned upwards as i caught glimpses of those that i knew but not enough to allow them to want to stop for a conversation. The amount of people i didn't know however most certainly outweighed those that i did and that was how my brother worked. Quantity, not quality. All ego, no class, clarifying to me that this is in no way what my father would've wanted and is unfortunately all down to my brothers stupidity and selfishness.

The mafia is a dangerous place. Being the daughter of a previously feared leader does underpin you with some stereotypes. I, however, wasn't as conformist as the other girls that i knew. I wouldn't let the sleazy sons of other organisations tempt me into going against my family for a below average shag in the back of a stolen car. I'd like to think i had a little more class. As i looked disgustingly at the girls who were doing just that the mingling started as the sound of erratic jazz music drowned out the painfully boring conversations of controversy. Not even a week earlier most individuals were likely to have been literally at war.

I glanced across the room, my mothers 'friends' dotted around, judgemental scowls plastered across their faces. There we certainly some unusual and dangerous occurrences unfolding in front of me.

The jazz music cut off abruptly as my brother clambered on stage a few feeble looking goons following him in a pathetic attempt in looking intimidating, my hand instantly raising in humiliation.

"Well, that's embarrassing." the presence beside me uttered into my ear. My eyes raising in the attempt to recognise who the husky voice came from. Empty eyes were starring into mine, looking as disappointed as i was at my brothers underwhelming speech that he's spluttering out. I hummed in agreement turning back to the mess unfolding in front of me.

"I'm Lando."

Lando.

I recognised his face, flashes of my fathers profiles flickered through my mind as i tried to put name and face to his crime. He once worked here, but was found to be a rat.

"Norris?" Rat.

His eyebrow raised along with the slight quiver of the corner of his lip. "Impressive, you really are your fathers daughter. Perhaps it should be you that is up there." He nodded towards the stage.

An unsettling feeling rushed through my body, pushing his shoulder i questioned, "what do you think you're doing here? Do you not have an inch of respect?"

"I-"

He was cut off as Keegan pinned me as the next victim of his embarrassing 'speech' if you could even label it that. "And there she is." His eyes dark, filled with hatred. "The attention seeker of the family. The reason that dad died. The reason that i was neglected as a child. My father never appreciated me, i was the one destined for this life. I worked so hard to make him proud but princess y/n/n always stole the limelight. Which is why, you're out sis." He spat.

I felt empty, shocked. Out?

A hand wrapped around my bicep dragging me through the crowds of people. My senses finally kicked in after i was out of the hall.

I shook off the grip, "get off me!" I yelled. One of brothers goons looking into my eyes. "Out." He stated, nodding his head towards the entrance of my home. I tilted my head in shock.

"No. Fuck you. This is my fucking house. Who do you think you are?" My arm swung for his face, knuckles connecting to his cheek with unexpected force, after the shock had escaped him he grabbed my arms, pinning me to the wall my face pressing onto the cool surface. I felt the barrel of a gun press into my skull. Fuck. "You just find it so easy to fuck things up don't you. Keegan didn't say kill you, but i do fancy seeing your brains splattered against this wall."

"Why because you think it'll make Keegan love you a little bit more. Aw so cute-," i heard the gun being cocked and then suddenly all of the pressure he held against me fled my body, bang.

Swinging round, I was expecting pain to hit my body, nothing came. There he was lying on the floor, Lando standing above him, gun in hand starring at the victim on the floor. Silence filled the corridor and the hall that i was just forced out of. "Out. Now." he glared at me, his eyes flickering to the entrance doors behind me.

We began walking towards the doors before the guest in hall, looked out in curiosity to see a dead boy on the floor, blood pouring from his head. "I didn't need your help." I demanded as we excited what was once my home.

A snort left his nose, "you know, some how i don't think that is true and you're welcome by the way." We reached his car, to which he nodded his head to.

"You're joking, right? You really are mad if you think i'm going anywhere with you, whether you saved my life or not, i do not want to be around you.", now it was my turn to laugh.

"So you admit that i saved your life?" I rolled my eyes and began to walk down the road.

"They'll be after you. We can help you." he shouted down the road.

"See you around, Norris." I yelled back. No way in Hell am giving him what he wants, at least not right away.

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Keegan hadn't tried to find me, but opposing gangs had and although i can certainly fight my own in a 'normal' situation, when fifteen groups of ruthless and revenge hungry men are after you it becomes hard to leave your house.

"You could just give Norris a bell." Mandi suggested. Sitting in her box room which in fact had been my bedroom for the last two weeks. She was my only friend and the only one who knew everything about me. But things such as what she just stated shows how she can still be so out of touch.

"No."

"Y/n. Think about it. Your life is at risk and as much as your dad hated the McLarens*, he would've hated you dying more." She attempted to reason, and she was right,. "And who gives a damn about your brother, do you not want to help McLaren in taking him down? He literally tried to kill you!" she exclaimed.

Rolling my eyes, "well no he didn't, just one of his goons."

"You trust too easily. Please just think about it, gorgeous. You're the strongest person i know but right now, you can not fight this battle alone." She sighed getting up from my bed, "love you, goodnight."

"Night Mands."

I don't need your help, but I think we can come to a mutual deal.

-y/n

Y/n, I knew you'd come round. Are you currently busy?

Yes i'm going to bed. I'll discuss terms tomorrow. Night.

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A/N

*im using the car names as gang names as I'm just that uncreative!

#lando norris x reader #lando norris #f1 #Lando Norris mafia au #f1 mafia au

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oscarpiastriwdc · 1 month

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albums i would play for each driver on the 2024 F1 grid to expand their music taste

Max Verstappen: Graceland by Paul Simon - As a fan of classic and folk rock, I'd imagine Max has been exposed to Simon and Garfunkel and I think he'd enjoy the sprawling, detailed, careful expanse of Simon's solo masterpiece. Angels in the architecture spinning in infinity, etc etc

Checo Perez: Ramomex by Rebel'd Punk - One of the Mexican bands who pioneered punk music in the country, but Checo probably missed this release because he was too busy karting and moving to europe as a teen. It's never too late to have a proper angry punk phase, though.

Charles Leclerc: Ten Love Songs by Susanne Sundfør - Groundbreaking, life-altering pop music that pushes every boundary. This hits the sad songs craving and I think would interest him as a musician and burgeoning songwriter.

Carlos Sainz: Ultraviolence by Lana Del Rey - daddy issues. I just know he'd vibe out to Brooklyn Baby.

Lando Norris: Destiny by DJ Sabrina the Teenage DJ - I dream of sitting him down and exposing him to actually good, interesting, fun contemporary dj music.

Oscar Piastri: Speaking in Tongues by Talking Heads - He has that certain David Byrne swag and demeanor of someone who'd love the Talking Heads if only given the chance.

Fernando Alonso: 10,000 gecs by 100 gecs - At first the old man would be extremely confused but once he was on board he would be blasting The Most Wanted Person In The United States all day every day.

Lance Stroll: Talon of the Hawk by The Front Bottoms - that post that's like the problem is men are making podcasts instead of forming midwest emo bands. but it's men are becoming f1 drivers instead of forming midwest emo bands. I think some TFB exposure could be the spark of inspiration for a great career pivot.

Lewis Hamilton: Maps by billy woods and Kenny Segal - I fear Lewis might have been too worried about Merc's performance last year to have checked out this fantastic collaboration that was one of 2023's best albums.

George Russell: Contra by Vampire Weekend - I just saw Vampire Weekend live following the release of the new album and at the show there was a guy a few feet ahead of me in the merch line who had the exact same energy as GR. The mix of prep vibes and world music would work into his taste while expanding his listening beyond coldplay.

Yuki Tsunoda: GLOW ON by Turnstile - 100% a selfish pick, I want to mosh with Yuki in the pit of a Turnstile pit.

Daniel Ricciardo: The Panhandlers by The Panhandlers - A country supergroup I return to time and again, wistful and nostalgic, making you yearn for West Texas no matter where in the world you are.

Alex Albon: Pelican West by Haircut 100 - Funky British jazz pop, perfect for dancing and vibing.

Logan Sargeant: Crying, Laughing, Waving, Smiling by Slaughter Beach, Dog - I fear Logie might be too young or too norm core to have had a proper Modern Baseball phase (it's never too late logie! listen to Intersection!) but Ewald's 2023 offering seems like something he missed last year that's perfectly up his alley.

Valtteri Bottas: Merriweather Post Pavillion by Animal Collective - Weird and complex, I think he should throw it on while on a long bike ride and let his mullet fly in the breeze.

Zhou Guanyu: God Save the Animals by Alex G - no you don't understand i need him to listen to Alex G he would love it

Kevin Magnussen: Heaven or Las Vegas by Cocteau Twins - Ethereal music he can feel and let wash over him in a wave to relax and transcend the horrors of driving for Haas.

Nico Hulkenberg: Supernatural by Santana - dad music but make it funky and good

Pierre Gasly: Sex Dreams and Denim Jeans by Uffie - A perfect twist on early 2000s French electronic music, I think it'd remind him of the club while sounding entirely new and make him want to pick up a side dj gig of his own.

Esteban Ocon: Lescop by Lescop - French indie pop-rock! His most recent album is fantastic, but Este should check out Lescop's 2013 debut first.

following a conversation with @liamlawsonlesbian and her definitive book rec list i'm doing something similar for music (she bullied me into posting this sorry). large range in popularity/mainstream-ness of artists depending on the driver and what i think they're already listening to.

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An oushi episode finally. About time we got to see his inner thoughts and what makes him tick

First, some more cute Itsuomi and Yuuki moments. “Don’t get so nervous when we’re cuddling” The way Itsuomi holds her hand and kisses her to make her feel at ease 😩. It’s gonna take a while for her to settle in to the relationship so respect to Itsu for taking things slow and making sure she’s comfortable, prioritising her feelings over his desires, opposite of Oushi.

Shin got some good advice from Kyouya. Time to put your feelings first and let Emma know how you feel. She’s fighting a losing battle with Itsuomi anyway. Hopefully he finds his happiness soon, such a kind and genuine guy for not interfering with her crush on Itsuomi for all these years.

And the moment we’ve been waiting for, Itsuomi and Oushi first meeting since Itsu and Yuuki became a couple. “Can we skip all this bullshit” lmaoooo Itsuomi cooked his dumbass. Then, seeing Itsu getting spoken to by everyone on campus had to make Oushi feel even worse. How he gonna get mad after HE approached Itsuomi tho??

Inviting Oushi out for drinks and trying to get to know him outside of his crush on Yuuki was a very mature decision by Itsuomi. Most people wouldn’t handle that nearly as well. “If you Know yourself and your enemy, you have nothing to fear” and all that jazz.

It’s interesting that Yuuki is still this little girl who’s kind of isolated from the world and needs protecting in Oushi’s mind. Sign language was a way for him to feel special because he was one of the only people who could communicate with her. Like he said, it was their “own secret code” seeing Itsuomi come in so quickly and sweep her off her feet and learn it has to cut deep, but in reality his motivations are shallow and selfish. He wants Yuuki to stay in a little bubble rather than grow.

“It wouldn’t matter when or where we met if fall for and choose Yuki anytime” Yea, hate to say it ,Oushi, but it’s over. Let it go lmao

Not the head rub lmaoo getting lil bro’d by your romantic rival is crazy. Poor dude. Made some stupid choices and needs to grow up, but that doesn’t make him a bad person. Hopefully he learns from his mistakes with Yuuki and finds someone who chooses him.

#yubisaki renren #yubisaki to renren #yubisaki #a sign of affection #sign of affection #animanga hive #animangahive #animanga #anime seasonal #seasonal anime #yuki x itsuomi #ashioki oushi #oushi

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immaturityofthomasastruc · 11 months

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IOTA Reviews: Migration

You know, for a while, I thought Luka was one of the smartest characters in the show, and the fact that he's hightailing it out of Paris in this episode only continues to prove my point.

Let's get into the thirteenth episode of Miraculous Ladybug's fifth season: Migration

We start off with Marinette running over to the Liberty (with her friends laughing behind her back like the supportive people they are) and tries to talk with Luka about her relationship with Adrien once they're in private. Luka is pretty supportive, and it's a nice scene. Marinette then bumps into Adrien, who also wants to talk with Luka, and while the two try to get unstuck, we get a nice visual of Luka seeing the two as Ladybug and Cat Noir, which is there to remind the audience that he's known who both of them are ever since “Wishmaker”.

Adrien then talks to Luka about how he's worried something is keeping Marinette from being honest about her feelings. Luka gives him some advice on how just because he doesn't know everything about Marinette, it doesn't make her feelings for him less valid, and vice versa.

After Adrien leaves, we get an appearance from everyone's favorite deadbeat dad, Jagged Stone. He asks Luka how he can be a better father like he didn't miss years of child support, but all Luka really says is that he needs to spend time with his damn family. Of course, what I like about this scene is that it avoids the usual narrative pitfall of trying to say that Jagged and Anarka, Luka's mom, should get back together, and instead shows Jagged developing feelings for his agent, Penny.

Speaking of, after Jagged leaves, Penny comes in to come to Luka for advice. Okay, is Luka just the Dr. Phil of this show's universe? Penny talks to Luka about her sudden feelings for Jagged Stone.

Penny: No, I don't know why I'm in love with your father. He's disorganized, childish, selfish, and musically speaking, he's no David Bowie. Truth be told, your dad's a walking disaster. So why do I love him?

Luka: Does he make you happy, Penny?

Penny: Yeah. I just can't figure out why!

It's almost like this show will randomly pair people up at the drop of a hat. But hey, at least Luka hasn't asked if Kagami is single yet.

Before Penny leaves, Bob Roth, Jagged's producer, demands to know where he is, as he needs to record a new album. Bob learns that Jagged had children with Anarka (ignoring the potential scandal it could create), so Anarka promptly throws him out of the boat in a scene that I'm pretty sure is meant to be a reference to that one running gag from The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.

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Either way, Jazz's scream was funnier.

Kitty Section then practices their latest song about how you don't have to be rich, because even the songs in this show aren't exactly subtle with their messages. Bob somehow gets back on the Liberty completely dry, and offers the band a contract.

Bob: How would you like to sign a contract with me?

Luka: Actually, Bob, you already offered to sign us... Marinette: And you never followed up. Did you forget?

Bob: Huh? Uh... of course! I remember! I was just waiting for the right reason—uh, I mean, the right time! I was waiting for the right time to have you guys sign the contract!

My God, even the characters in this show want to forget it used to have good episodes.

Anarka throws Bob off again, where she and Luka talk about how everyone deserves a second chance and that change is possible.

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Yeah, funny how that message almost never came up with Chloe, Lila, and Felix last season, isn't it? And given that they're going to use Bob as an example of this lesson, I don't think it's going to be a positive one. So right after Luka generously decided to give Bob a second chance, Bob offers them a new contract to sign... and as soon as he does, he screws them all over thanks to a lot of fine print they didn't stop to read.

Ivan: He can fire us whenever he wants?

Bob: Yep, and I just did, by the way.

Rose: The name Kitty Section belongs to him?!

Bob: Yep. It’s ugly, but it’s mine. Marinette: He owns everything you’ve made and will make over the next thousand years!? Bob: Gotta cover all bases.

Zoe: Marinette's costumes, the music video Nino shot, the website Mylene runs...

Bob: All mine!

Adrien: And you can’t even start another band together?

Bob: Course not, that’d be unfair competition! EVERYTHING belongs to me! Everything you are, everything you say, everything that’s in your hearts belongs to me!

See, kids? This is why you should never trust bad people. It doesn't matter if they say they want to improve. They just want to trick you and ruin your life, so if you're ever wronged by anyone, that person is never able to redeem themselves, especially if they're rich. As we all know, rich people are far worse than insane supervillains who want to rewrite reality. Just ask the biggest monster in the show, Chloe Bourgeois.

So yeah, Luka's optimism being taken advantage of is enough to attract the attention of Monarch, who attempts to akumatize him into Silencer again. Monarch realizes that Luka knows Ladybug and Cat Noir's identities (why he didn't think to look into it, given Viperion's powers, is left unanswered), and angrily smashes his guitar to free himself of Monarch's influence.

So not only did he stop himself from getting akumatized, he's also one step closer to becoming a true rock star.

Somehow, Bob thinks only keeping Luka on board would mean he wouldn't hate him, but Luka isn't buying it. Bob is shocked that Luka wouldn't want to work for an asshole like him as Luka tears the contract in half, but Bob has backups. Monarch decides to settle on Bob instead, akumatizing him into Gold Record.

Gold Record's design is... okay. It's still better than Sole Destroyer, and it's definitely better than Moolak. The gold coloring looks nice, and the euro symbol on the record is a nice visual. His powers are pretty much just a combination of Pixelator, the Collector, and Truth's powers, transforming people into records who sing their true feelings while using the Horse Miraculous' Voyage to throw the records into space. Nothing too original there, but it's a good metaphor for sleazy music producers, and it works for this story.

Rose and Anarka are the first of Gold Record's victims, and in a hurry, Luka lets Adrien know he knows he's Cat Noir, giving him a place to hide. Just as Juleka is hit by Gold Record, Ladybug and Cat Noir arrive on the scene. While Cat Noir holds off Gold Record, Ladybug tries to come up with a plan.

Ladybug summons her Lucky Charm, getting a knitting needle. She realizes her plan will need to involve using Luka as bait. Luka is forced to reveal that he knows who Ladybug and Cat Noir are, and what will happen if Gold Record gets him, setting up a tough choice that will force Ladybug to rethink her plan... and then the next scene happens, where Luka lets himself get hit, where Ladybug manages send Gold Record's record flying with a makeshift bow and arrow created from the knitting needle and a nearby fiddle, which Cat Noir immediately Cataclysms.

Ladybug de-evilizes the Akuma, uses Miraculous Ladybug to fix the damage, and gives Bob Roth a Magical Charm that even he knows is useless at this point. Ladybug and Cat Noir decide to call it a day and let Anarka throw Bob Roth out again.

Luka reveals that he knows Ladybug and Cat Noir's identities (because once again, sharing that information with your friends is totally fine for some reason), and that he can't stay in Paris. After revealing that he had Fang eat all of Bob's contracts so Luka isn't bound by them anymore, Jagged offers to take Luka around the world to finally make up for years of absence while Luka makes Juleka the new leader of Kitty Section. And so the episode ends with the Couffaine family sharing a hug while Luka gives one last look to his friends Marinette and Adrien.

This episode was just average, all things considered. The plot and the lesson it was setting out to teach, while not terrible, felt a little tacked on. It was if the writers were trying to acknowledge the stuff that happened with Chloe and wanted to show an example of redemption arc done right in the case of Jagged. It falls flat because once again, more focus is given to showing how easy it is to be screwed over trusting someone than showing the benefits to trusting someone, especially since Bob is already an outlandish villain we already have a lot of reasons to hate.

I'm also mixed on the handling of Luka here. While I'm glad Marinette isn't being forced to learn a lesson here, I don't get why Luka had to be the one to be taken advantage of. He's already aware of how easy it is for Monarch to learn his secrets, so it feels weird that he lets himself and his friends get taken advantage of so easily. Outside of the scene with Ladybug's Lucky Charm, I don't get why he needed to tell the others the stuff he knew. I can sort of see why he'd tell Adrien, but why would he think telling his friends he knows who Ladybug and Cat Noir are wouldn't endanger them too?

Speaking of that, despite being established for almost an entire season, we really don't see enough of Marinette and Adrien reacting to Luka revealing that he knows who they are. Marinette only gets a few lines, and Adrien doesn't even get to say anything. While I am glad that Marinette and Adrien aren't dominating the plot for once, it feels weird that we don't get to see their reactions to something so shocking, especially with how often the identity rule has been enforced.

On the other hand, the writing is still handled a lot better than usual. I like how Monarch chooses to change his strategy to focus on Luka halfway through the episode, and the idea of the risk using Luka for Ladybug's plan brings is an interesting one, even if they don't really go anywhere with it. The running gag with Bob constantly getting thrown off the Liberty is a funny one, and it proves you can actually write slapstick that doesn't involve humiliating Marinette. Who knew?

As a whole, while I think this is the best episode of the season so far, this episode still has its fair share of problems.

THE BIGGEST IDIOT OF THE EPISODE IS... LUKA

Not counting the time Marinette got the award in my review of the Shanghai Special, we have the first character this season to get the Biggest Idiot Award twice. For someone who is usually smarter than the other characters, Luka made quite a few bad choices this episode. He decided to trust Bob Roth after he screwed him and his friends over in “Silencer”, he didn't think to read the contract he was offered, and after being endangered by what Monarch knows now, he decided to tell his friends and family that he knows who Ladybug and Cat Noir are, potentially putting them all in danger too. Yeah, the next few episodes will probably just ignore it, but there's always a chance Monarch could try another Optigami, even if he doesn't have the Peacock Miraculous anymore.

And with that, I'm officially done with the first half of Season 5. What do I think of it? Well, I think Immortan Joe said it best:

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Yeah, this season was pretty boring, all things considered. To be perfectly honest, I struggled here more than I did last season because I wasn't sure what to say about half of the episodes I watched. There was almost nothing of substance these past thirteen episodes, and I could barely say anything other than “this episode is okay” or “this episode is bad”. Whenever I had ideas, they were usually extensions to things I've already talked about, like the Marinette angst, the historical and cultural inaccuracies, and the villains genuinely being incompetent. If you showed someone a few episodes of Season 1 and this season, outside of Monarch's new appearance, it'd be pretty hard for them to tell the difference.

But hey, maybe things will pick up in the second half of the season. Hell, maybe the next episode will be even better than this one, and... huh. Does anyone else hear an ominous whistling in the background?

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lightandspark · 11 months

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Love Confessions be Like:

Perceptor to Brainstorm: Every day, the moment I met you, I found a new reason to keep trying, to keep exploring, to keep getting right back up… because that’s what I saw from you.

Drift to Ratchet: I started living when I first met you, before that, I was just surviving.

Prowl to Jazz: You are my light, that leads me home. The moment you are gone, I’m lost.

Ultra Magnus to Rodimus: My love for you is like fire, it burns more today than it did yesterday, but it will only grow tomorrow.

Mirage to Hound: I learned I can be and that deserve to be happy because of you, from the moment you laughed and smiled, I never realized how laughing could be so natural… I want to continue to be happy and share those moments with you.

Starscream to Windblade: I never wanted to be alone. I never wanted to be like this. What I want is you not to go… stay. Please. Stay.

Greenlight to Arcee: From every return, from every embrace, to the next battle, and then repeat… I don’t want you to go without hearing this, I love you, Arcee. My spark speaks to yours and yours alone.

Red Alert to Inferno: I know I can’t stop you for helping others. I know I can’t prevent you from your selfless ways. I wished you could be more selfish as me, because I want to keep you myself, to keep you safe until our sparks flickered out.

Soundwave to Blaster: Silence scares me. Not hearing your voice scares me. To not hear your footsteps, your laughter, you… please never make me start living in a world without you, because it scares me.

Octane to Sandstorm: I’m a lot of things, I’m everything that wouldn’t let me deserve you as my friend. I know this. I also know that I love you. I love you. I love you. I will continue to work hard to be worthy of the love you give me because you deserve more than a ‘I love you’.

Cyclonus to Tailgate:You saw something in me that I thought I lost years ago into an abyss of darkness. You helped me find that again and I promise, I will always find you in every abyss of darkness to save you.

Knockout to Breakdown: Beauty fade as we grow older… I disagree. You have only gotten more beautiful as time went on and at every moment I laid eyes on you.

Bumblebee: Damn… what are you guys waiting for, kiss already!

Sideswipe: Don’t be shy, be happy!

Bluestreak: Primus, they are doing it!

Smokescreen: They are really going for it.

Sunstreaker: Wow…

Whirl: Yeah~ gets some!

The bots and cons: AWWW.

The Wreckers, Aerialbots, Protectobots: *snickering nearby*

The Combaticons and seekers: OwO

MegaOp: *Megatron pretends to stretch and rest his arm on Optimus’s shoulder as Prime chuckled fondly*

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heichou-ackerman · 11 months

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Out on a fancy evening with your modern!boyfriend Levi Ackerman

- Levi definitely lives the bougie life in every aspect, and that includes picking the most luxurious, four star rated types of restaurants. If he was snobbish about anything it was definitely the type of cuisine he wanted you both to indulge with, with his argument being “if I am going to spend money, I’m not gonna spend it on crap food.”

- While lowkey he doesn’t really expect you to dress up for these occasions, he might chastise you if you seem a bit too casual about it. This isn’t because he thinks you’re being lazy or a slob, he genuinely wants you to be able to look and feel your best. Nothing too fancy, just no sneakers or crocs.

- It was really, really hard for you at first to be completely okay with going to these places and having him pay for anything. You’d be intentional about picking the cheapest item on the menu until he got note of what you were doing. Admittedly, he was a little offended with you.

“I’m not a cheap ass. If I'm telling you to pick anything you want, then pick anything you want. Don’t be holding back on me.”

- Has a huge pet peeve about you being on your phone, even if it’s to check something real quick. Finds it disrespectful and constantly scolds you about not wanting to spend any time with him. He’s savage about making you feel guilty about it.

“I wouldn’t have bothered paying for all of this if I knew you’d just be on your phone the whole goddamn time.” He isn’t wrong but he’s pretty mean about it.

- A pet peeve of yours however, is his compulsion to clean up after you if you even happen to make the smallest of messes. He sweeps off any crumb you make, takes any discarded napkins, and has even wiped off the food from your mouth if he deemed it too messy.

“Levi! Stop, you’re acting like my mother.” “I wouldn’t have to if you didn’t eat like a child.”

- Not the jealous type, but if you become a bit too chatty with your server (which you are honestly just being a decent human being about it), he starts being a little more snarky or petty about things. He really is a little selfish about the time you spend with him. You catch onto it right away, and once you start teasing him, he gets really pissed off.

“Are you really upset because I was just being nice to our server?”

“You don’t need to talk to them about some shit you did last week.” “Someone is a little insecure.” “It’s not even that.”

“Don’t be a jelly sandwich, Levi.”

“I’m this close to just walking out and leaving your ass to pay for everything.”

-Falls into the classic trope of being seemingly cool and casual on the outside but is secretly panicking about how well you actually like everything. He pays special attention in making sure every detail is fitted to your liking, from the location of the restaurant to the type of bottle of wine he orders. Unknowingly, you really could care less as long as you spend time with him.

“What do you think? Yeah?” “It’s good Levi!”

“Yeah, I told you so.”

-Never a dessert or sweet tooth type of a person, so he gets pissed off when you order yours and are unable to finish it. He has to sacrifice his lack of a sweet tooth to make sure it doesn’t go to waste.

- Is kind of an asshat when it comes to tipping, especially if he thinks the service is not worth his liking. You are able to easily convince him to leave a hefty tip though.

- Usually the one to have driven to the place, and will always make sure to open the car door to let you in. He will absolutely not let you mess with his radio however, so you are stuck listening to some type of pretentious sounding jazz (though you secretly like how fitting it is to his charm).

-You both have a little routine of cruising around the city/town while music is playing in the background, simply enjoying each other’s company. You totally become a passenger princess as Levi gets a habit of reaching for your thigh and squeezing it gently.

“Tonight was nice.” “Yeah, it was.”

“So when is it going to be my turn to pick a place for dinner?” “Are you going to suggest some shitty place like IHOP?”

“What’s wrong with-”

“Then no.”

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #aot x reader #aot x you #captain levi #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin

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Okay okay I understand there are more flashy and outlandish characters to play with in Danny Phantom, but I think Johnny 13 is woefully underappreciated by fandom

I think he’s so fun because he’s so human. I mean that in both the literal sense (he’s more human-passing than Danny in his ghost form— he can tone down his glow!!) and figurative. His motivations (helping his girlfriend) are much more relatable than world domination or hunting sapient beings for sport.

I just love that Johnny was probably kind of a nobody in life, and in the afterlife he doesn’t suddenly have grand schemes and lofty goals. He has no concrete endgame. Take his first episode for example: we have no idea what he and Kitty were going to do if Johnny was successful in stealing Jazz’s body for Kitty. Does he still need to be stopped? Duh, of course. He didn’t even seem particularly remorseful for Jazz’s fate. My point is he’s not malevolent or even power-hungry; he’s just a jerk. A jerk that happens to have supernatural abilities and a lot of time to kill, and as a ghost he has no reason to spare a thought for collateral damage when he paints the town red.

And you know what? A lot more problems in the real world come from apathy than people saying “you know what let me just problems for the sake of causing problems because I am evil”, “I am making a mess because that’s what ghosts do”, or even revenge. I think the little we do see if Johnny is more relatable than Danny’s actual human adversaries— Valerie’s and Vlad’s antagonism are characterized by full-on vendettas

Anyway, Johnny’s humanity makes him a great foil to Danny, who’s also just Some Kid that happens to get powers, but he went a more heroic direction... Though I think this is in large part due to his substantial tie to the human world that Johnny doesn’t have. Danny has a life that can be ruined.

Johnny’s presence is also great at putting Danny’s funny way of being a delinquent and a hero into perspective. As far as most authority figures on the show are concerned, Danny’s not a highly motivated kid or ambitious kid. He’s lazy, he’s always falling asleep in class if he’s not missing it altogether, etc.

We as the viewers also know Danny to be a person who’s happiest just hanging out playing video games, making smartass comments, and even getting into mischief of his own. He can be petty and selfish. But compared to Johnny, Danny’s a self-righteous goody-two-shoes dork always getting in the way of Johnny’s fun for the sake of being a “hero”. He’s a glorified hall monitor. That’s hilarious

#One of these days I’ll get around to writing Johnny & Danny enemies to brothers #Danny phantom #Johnny 13 #dp #klo

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Mending a Family 8/?

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I'm back! Sorry for the long wait, my laptop broke, and it took a while to save the money up to fix it.

Here's the next chapter; sorry it's so short

They’re looking for you.

Jason had received the text from Roy not even a minute ago. He didn’t have to ask who ‘they’ were. Jason knew the Bats wouldn’t leave well enough alone and let him live his life, but he had hoped. He sighed; he couldn’t worry about that now.

“Everything’s okay, daddy?”

“Everything’s fine. Let’s go finish packing your things.”

Jason had found a new place for them to stay in the following days since they found Jazz and Ellie. Thankfully, he had money, or they would’ve been stuck in the small cabin for a while. Jason smiled as he watched Danny hum while putting away his few toys.

The cabin had come furnished, so Jason had bought new furniture to be delivered to the small three-bedroom house he had rented. It wouldn’t be their permanent living space. It was only until he could buy a bigger house.

The kids would have the smallest rooms, Jazz would have the biggest, and Jason would take the second-biggest. He didn’t have much and hadn’t had a chance to take his books out of storage yet, anyway. Jazz walked into the room and watched Danny while she fed Ellie a bottle. He didn’t have much and hadn’t had a chance to take his books out of storage yet, anyway. Jazz walked into the room and watched Danny while she fed Ellie a bottle.

Ellie waved at Jason and then smiled. Jason couldn’t help but smile back; she looked so much like Danny.

“I have to thank you again for doing this for us.”

“Nonsense, Danny is my kid now, and you’re his sister, well, my sister. Family sticks together.”

Jason and Jazz were now the Nightingale siblings. They were raising their kids as single parents. If asked, Danny’s mother died during childbirth, and Jazz’s no-good boyfriend left her and their daughter behind. The two siblings decided to pool their resources together and raise the two cousins under one roof.

Jazz had just turned eighteen, but her new fake ID said she was twenty. Jason had aged himself up, too. He was twenty-three instead of twenty.

“Not many people would help a random kid they met in an alley, let alone adopt him and then take in his sister and clone.”

Jason shrugged, “I’m not like many people.”

He ignored the voice that told him he was becoming Bruce.

“Besides, I’m being selfish; Danny has helped me with my pit madness.”

“His ectoplasm was yucky, Jazzy.”

Ellie finished her bottle, and Jazz helped burp her.

“Hmm,” Jazz hummed while looking a Jason. It made him want to squirm.

“Once we settle into the new place, I’ll tell you both what happened in our dimension. Right now, I’m too tired to recount things.”

“That’s fine, Jazz. Take your time. I’m not in a hurry to find out why I’m so small.”

“He’s right,” Jason reassured her, “you don’t have to tell us yet; you’ve been through a lot.”

“Thank you,” she whispered.

Jason smiled, “now, who’s ready to see their new home?”

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“Roy, please, I need help.”

Roy gritted his teeth; he was tired of Dick pestering him.

“You have the rest of the Titans looking for the poor guy, and Batdad probably has Superman on his ass. You don’t need me.”

“I just don’t understand why you’re not in a hurry to look for him to find out if he’s okay. It’d be one thing if you knew already—unless,” Dick’s eyes narrowed.

“Of course; why didn’t I see it earlier? You do know where Jason is, and you didn’t tell anyone?!”

Roy dodged the first punch but was unable to escape the kick. Dick got him by his shirt and slammed him against the wall.

“Where is he?”

Roy almost forgot how much of a bad temper Dick had and how scary he could be.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I swear to God, Roy if you don’t tell me where my little brother is…”

“Even if I knew, I wouldn’t tell you.”

Dick scowled and let go of Roy. As Roy walked away, Dick yelled after him.

“We will find Jason and bring him back home.”

Roy ignored the man; he was too full of himself.

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jlandersen01 · 2 months

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My theory of "Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-Kun" is that they're gonna pull a "Fire Emblem Fates" on us.

I've read that Iruma is a reincarnation of Derkila in some way. That I can see.

But you may ask - what about Ali in the ring?

Well - In "Fire Emblem Fates: Revelations" it was revealed that the main character, Corrin, was the child of the main villain but with a twist. The twist was that half of the villain's soul was "Reborn" into Corrin, who was the "good" half, while the evil half of the soul stayed as the dragon and final boss in the game.

This could be a similar situation for Iruma.

Half of Derkila's soul was in the ring, and the other half was reborn as Iruma. Iruma, who is extremely gentle and a pushover in high levels, is the good half of the soul and since he was raised with humans he shows more empathy and compassion versus a demon in the Netherworld, who's own desires trumps everthing else. Alikred would be the "demonic" half of Derkila, who as a demon shows more greed and desire than a human.

The prophecy of the next Demon King stated that "He shall make one and all of his servants". Iruma has shown compassion and friendship to Azz and Clara, making them his first "servants", but he doesn't see it that way. His kindness also spreads where he befriends the Misfits Class and sees them as family, it got to the point where Lied considers him a brother and Jazz and Allocer got revenge during the Harvest Festival to make sure Iruma and Lied got the base back. He also befriended Ameri and tried to still show compassion to Kirio (despite him being CRAZY AF). Iruma has also showed empathy and helped the Guardian of Cutthroat Valley's chick, which gained the respect of the Guardian, causing both beasts to bow to him.

"He shall form blood pacts." It's argued that blood is used to gain his familiar, who is Professor Kalego, but if you think about it ALL the students use their blood to get their familiar. The better example is that Iruma's drop of blood healed the chick from the Flying Race, which resulted the beast to trust and respect Iruma. This in turn has the Guardian of Cutthroat Valley respect Iruma as well.

This argument is also valid for "And heal all of demonkind".

"He shall descend from a foreign realm". Iruma is from the human world - enough said.

"And wear the golden ring of Solomon on his right hand". Iruma gets the ring from the Ranking Owl after the Flying Race, however it's called the "Ring of Gluttony". Since Sullivan knew about the ring and how it worked, he may have been the one who helped with the idea of the ring to begin with and gave it a different name so that other demons wouldn't travel about trying to search for it and take the throne.

Finally what seals my theory, and many other theories I've seen people made: Sullivan.

Sullivan was Derkila's right hand demon for thr most part. There was a reason Sullivan "picked" Iruma to be his grandson. He was probably watching over the human realm for centuries, watching every person being born until he finally found Iruma who had the same qualities he recognized from Derkila. Sullivan probably did a little demon manipulation on Iruma's parents, which probably turned out didn't really need much prodding since the parents are complete ASSES, for them to sell him Iruma. Sullivan even before the new term/Harvest Festival saw Derkila in Iruma when he was having that flashback.

As Iruma continued to live in the Netherworld, he learned of his own "demonic" desires - his selfish wants. Iruma WANTS to have his friends and family he had made. He WANTS a better world where they can all be toelgether and happy.

THAT is where his humanity combined with Ali's demonics is what is going to show how he would be the Demon King as he would look out for everyone and won't let ANYTHING stand in his way of that goal/dream.

Also... first episode... if Iruma couldn't do magic without the ring supposedly... how did he cast that spell during the Opening Ceremony...? Sullivan's spell of helping Iruma read/write/speak/hear demon language wouldn't help him in that aspect of casting a spell... This would show that somewhere deep in his soul he has mana as what the main villains have said that Iruma "posses the same mana as Derkila"

I just feel it's gonna be a "Fire Emblem: Fates" twist, which I am NOT against.

#welcome to demon school iruma kun #welcome to demon school! iruma kun #mairimashita! iruma kun #iruma suzuki #demon king #derkila #alikred #alice asmodeus #asmodeus alice #clara valac #valac clara #ameri azazel #azazel ameri #sullivan #naberius kalego #kalego naberius #theory #fan theory

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