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fangirl-dot-com · 4 months

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all of these were from Pinterest - cause I'm not this funny (I also couldn't wait for the next chapter to come out so here :D)

Like always comments, questions, concerns, reblogs, and likes are appreciated <3

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Y/n: I’m cool Oscar Y/n: I’m THEE coolest Y/n: In fact, I was once arrested for being too cool *puts on sunglasses* Oscar: The charges were dropped because there was no supporting evidence. Also, your glasses are upside down.

Y/n: I have a very specific type Max: Oh yeah? Like what? Y/n: Y’know…polite, handsome, athletic…that sort of thing Arthur (on his fourth energy drink of the day) tripping over camera wires and holding his mic upside down: you little shit eating, damned pathetic piece of shit – now you listen here Y/n: *heart eyes* that one. I want that one. Max: *flabbergasted*

Lando: bet you’re standing in the corner because you’re scared that you’ll get turned down if you talk to anyone Y/n: please, I could fluster near everyone at this party if I chose to Oscar: oh yeah? Prove it. Go for someone borderline impossible and I’ll believe you Y/n, approaching Arthur: hey dumbass, hoodie looks kind of cute on you, wanna get out of here? Arthur: WH- I MEAN- UHHHH YEAH SURE Y/n: perfect Oscar and Lando:

Y/n: I brought a red bull Max: I don’t want a red bull Y/n: I didn’t bring this for you. This is my red bull. Max: then why are you telling me? Y/n: It’s a conversation starter. Max: That’s a lousy conversation starter Y/n: Oh, is it? We are conversing. Checkmate *sips red bull*

Y/n: *gently taps table* Logan: *taps back* Alex: what are they doing? George: morse code Y/n: *aggressively taps table* Logan: *slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

Lewis: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated Y/n: Killed without hesitation Lewis: nO!

Y/n: Is stabbing someone immoral? Mitch: Not if they consent to it. Max: Depends on who you’re stabbing. Christian: YES?!

Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle. Y/n: Shit Logan: Wait, three? Cop: yeah? Lando: OH MY GOSH OSCAR FELL OFF!!

Max: Time for plan G. Liam: Don’t you mean plan B? Daniel: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties. Y/n: What about plan D? Daniel: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago. Max: What about plan E? Liam: I’m hoping not to use it. I die in plan E Yuki: I like plan E.

Christian: Did none of you think this was a bad idea? *Y/n, Max, Charles, and Arthur covered in navy and red paint* Y/n: Oh no, we all did. We just decided to do it anyway.

George: (in sunglasses and newest Tommy Hilfiger jumpsuit) *in the most posh accent* I’m too good for revenge Logan: (covered in bug spray, cowboy hat and overalls on, pumped full of Bang energy drink and high on freedom) *cocks shotgun* Well, I’m not. Give me the name.

Arthur: So what’s your type? Y/n: Kinda long blond hair, green eyes, dumb, dimples, funny, really thin waist Arthur: Huh, that kind of sounds like me! Too bad its not me! Y/n: did I mention dumb? Arthur: yeah, why? Y/n: just making sure

*Over Text*

Y/n: Hey pretty boy, what’re you up to? :) Arthur: Eating cereal in bed Y/n: And what would you be doing if I was in bed with you? Arthur:…I would still be eating my cereal?

Waitress: And what would you like to eat? Y/n: I wish to devour the unborn Fernando: Eggs, she would like eggs

Y/n: Do you think that when sheep go to sleep they count themselves? Lando: Or do they count humans? Y/n: Ooo, that’s a good question Oscar: GO TO SLEEP

Y/n to Max: because I am a mature adult *turns to see Mitch, Christian, and Vito shake their heads* *turns back to Max* Y/n: I am an adult

*Dinner with Max, Y/n, Charles, and Arthur*

Y/n: The food is too cute, I can’t eat it! Max: Charles: Arthur: You’re cute, but I’d still eat y- Max: ONE DINNER Charles: *sighs* here we go again Max: ONE NORMAL DINNER IS ALL I ASK Y/n: Charles, this pasta is also crunchy, I truly can’t eat this

Ollie: Good night everyone Arthur: Good night Lando: Good night Oscar: Good night Y/n: good night. Sleep tight. Don’t let the bed bugs bite. Tonight, imma fight until we see the sunlight. Tik tok on the clock, but the party don’t stop Oscar: I’M DONE

George (t-posing in the doorway): Greetings, parental figures and sister figure *Y/n, Lewis, and Toto walking past* Toto (not looking up from his coffee): Good morning, problem child

Christian: You see, Fernando, Y/n is at the age where she only has one thing on her mind Fernando (noticeably excited): Oh! Oh! Oh! Boys? Max (looking over at the dead tired rookie with revenge in her eyes as she looks at Esteban): No. Murder.

Y/n: Hey Liam, want some of this food? Liam: Sure, thanks! Yuki (storming in with the anger of the gods): WHO TF ATE MY LEFTOVERS THAT CLEARLY HAD MY NAME ON IT Y/n: WE did Liam: You surprisingly smart little mf

Y/n: Never have I ever…Been grounded by my parents! Arthur (exasperated): Every time. She makes disownment jokes every time and she always wins Max: Good one Kid. I always go for the ‘never had a dad who supported me.’ Charles: *stands up and walks away*

Y/n: I’ve only said I love you to four people. Christian, Vito, Arthur, and Max when I thought he died after he wouldn’t respond after a DNF. I only regret one of those Lando: Which one? Y/n: Max. He was just pressing the wrong button and walked out a few minutes later. He made me look like an idiot. Max: I let you win next race Y/n: still

(Y/n, Logan, Lando, and George trying to sneak into RB for more energy drinks after being banned from drinking more)

Logan: So what do you think Y/n will do as a distraction? Lando: She’ll probably, like, make a noise George: Or throw a rock. That’s what I would do *The door flings open and smoke follows. Screams of mechanics fill the air as they try to extinguish a small fire* Logan:…Or she could do that.

Y/n: When I die, donate my entire body to science Y/n: Except my middle finger, give that to Esteban

(max and y/n in a horror movie)

Max: QUICK YOU’RE LOSING A LOT OF BLOOD. WHAT’S YOUR TYPE? Y/n (bleeding out): tall, male, brown hair, dimples, caring, supportive, Monegasque Max: BLOOD TYPE DUMBASS Y/n: oh Y/n: (looks down at wound) Y/n: red

Lando: I wish we could block people in real life. Oscar: Restraining order Y/n: Murder

Christian: Y/n, we need to talk about your professionalism for media days Y/n (and a lot of media personelle she rounded up, all standing on chairs): those are some mighty brave words for someone standing in lava

Y/n (to Max while hiding behind some tires – regretting everything): and then I called him dad Christian (to Geri – trying not to cry while cameras are everywhere): and then she called me dad

Max: Christian, look what Y/n got me for father’s day *holds up generic #1 dad mug* Christian (glaring silently while sipping from his own #1 dad mug) Max: that lying rookie Vito (holding a worn down #1 dad mug): you guys are late to the party suckers

Criminals: We have your daughter and son Toto: I don’t have a daughter and Jack is right here Criminals: then who just asked for warm milk and made us cut the crusts off their sandwiches? Christian: dear God, you have Y/n and George

Mitch: So Christian, you and Geri want to be a parents again someday? Christian: Someday? We’re parents right now. Mitch: Y/n is your employee Geri: She is our BLOOD

Christian: Max is late again Kelly: I woke him up at 8 and pretended it was 11 Y/n: I wrote a fake schedule saying we were starting at 9 instead of 12 Lando: I changed his clock from AM to PM Christian: I think you may have overdone it Max (bursting into the garage): WHAT YEAR IS IT?

Y/n: If I blended Red Bull, five hour energy, monster, coffee, and hot Cheetos into an energy smoothie...would it kill me? Logan: *shrugs* only if you die Y/n (getting out the blender): you're so smart Logan Max (running into the room): y/N STOP!

Lance: I got Netflix like you asked! Y/n: OH that's amazing! I've been mooching off Max's and Arthur's accounts for a while. This will be nice! Lance: Wait, what do you mean accounts? Y/n: Their Netflix accounts? Lance: Y/n: Like their profiles? I wanted one of my own, they're like $12 Lance: Lance:....Oh....You meant the account on the service... Y/n: Yeah, what did you think I meant? Wait...What did you buy? Lance: Lance:....Netflix...

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sugar-plum-writer · 3 months

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The Serene Peony Of Winter

Paring: Sukuna!King of Curses x Fem!Geisha Reader

Tags: Slight! mention of violence; Fem!reader; Sukuna!imagines; will be 18+ as more chapters come; slow!burn, [I want to have a good build up!], an ancient Japan romance through time with darling reader~

[If you all like it, please heart and reblog the post! to know you want to read more~ and follow for chapter updates! or leave a comment to tag you when I put out new chapters~ I will do my best to roll out UPDATES ASAP!] New Chapter! @naoyagasm @janeaugustine @teonawrites @periwinkless-universe @rosemaydone321 @may-machin @annoyingstrawberryballoon

CHAPTER - 5

Orange, red, and brown lights emerged and merged with- the soil- the trees- and the sky. Blending- melting- drowning like the sun. Walking barefoot down the mountains, carrying a bamboo basket with firewood as the sun set. You were walking until- a big hand covered your mouth from behind choking you.

You kicked, screamed, and yelled but no voice came out. With a thud your body was knocked out cold and unconscious on the ground.

"Wake up!" a sharp piercing voice echoed "W-where am I?", looking up, your dirt-covered face as blood trickled down the corner of your mouth "Hmm…not bad you found quality goods", a lady puffed her pipe gazing at you

"Girl"

Leaning in she grabbed you by the jaw "You are no longer who you were, your parents have sold you for money- from now on…I own you you will call me Oka-san", you coughed as the scent of herbs entered your nostrils.

Tears trickled down as you felt your reality shatter- many girls in your village were given away it was common whenever famine broke out, they had no choice, - life was worse than death.

Your whole past was stripped away- you were trained to be the perfect Geisha. From tea-making to smiling, everything, even your hand movements. Having to suppress your emotions, dealing with men, and your family trauma. But all you were told-

"At least you are not a street whore, abused and thrown away abandoned. Be grateful, not to be living like that", with a snicker as the Oka-san puffed her pipe.

Many times you dissociated- and imagined stabbing, ripping everyone to shreds as you brewed tea, you needed an outlet, but none existed- as you danced under the blood moon, with ghouls and corpses consuming your mind. Reality distorted, bleeding from your brain came out insects of darkness creeping and crawling all over your skin eating your hollow body.

"Erase myself from existence"

With that thought you separated yourself from reality living in a third-person perspective, and were used for all your worth by all.

Lost

"What?", the atmosphere was very gloomy, the creepy crawling cruses that hung all over the room previously - could not even be seen

"They did all of this to you? Used you, betrayed you, sold you, and threw you away?", The sharpness in his tone and voice made you lower your head further

"Yes, it was-", you nodded as you felt tears trickle down your eyes emerging from your heart down to your soul, "My life before though was dire at least I had my parents- but- they are all dead now, first years in the Okiya house- were worse than a nightmare", you curled up as memories of past stained the ground rolling down your eyes.

Without another word, he threw a scroll toward you

"Write"

"Wh-What? What should I write?", opening the scroll you looked at him bewildered as tears filled your eyes.

"Y/n, the names of people who hurt you, don't ask too many questions", rather than a menacing look, it was chilling cold- so much anger that rather than throwing hands- he threw you an executioners list.

"What- what are you going to do to them!?", feeling your heart sink you couldn't help but lash out. Throwing the scroll away, "It's not like I can get justice!?"

He burst out laughing

"Honey, I am justice", looking into your eyes with a smirk, "Whatever I do and say itself is justice", he leaned in with a grin and whispered breathily near your ears-

"I will drag justice from the depths of the Earth and Heaven- dropping it in your lap"

Stunned you looked at him lips parted in shock- not knowing why- but for the first time in years- you felt a sense of adrenaline and thrill, your brain and body elated- all shackles gone.

"What is the price ?", your hands holding onto the scroll nervously as you looked at him biting your lips

"You Y/n, give yourself to me, and those who make you wail, I will erase them all "

That night the Sanzu River descended onto the Earth, making Higanbana bloom and it became your resting place- under the blood moon as it rained blood.

x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x

Sitting as you gazed out from your window, hair flowing down, still- peaceful like a painting. So serene, so red, eyes holding whispers of the devil. Screams of people echoed around you as dead bodies littered the ground, some chopped, others limbs and bones ripped out with guts on fire.

Tap

"You are not asleep yet?", with a grin he walked in

"No, it's too noisy"

"Shall I rip their mouths out then?", wrapping his hands around your waist, he snickered

"Or their throats, your pick Y/n", he caressed your thighs

"Both sound, horrible, how about none", turning around you gazed at him

"Then…shall I drown out the noise?"

"I ask…one question"

"Still you have more questions?", he rolled his eyes

"Why…do you love me? If you were not the King of curses or see curses, would you still be able to see my pain?", looking him in the eyes as you took in a shaky breath

"Why? it's simple, I love you Y/n, do I need a reason? whatever gives me pleasure is mine", pressing his body against yours- leaning in he kissed your neck with a bite

"As for pain, even if you were blind, just your shadow is enough for me to know your soul"

His body was the Sanzu river to drown yourself in, a still water to rest in, his eyes guiding you to afterlife and heaven- his hands being the home for your existence "So tell me, does my answer satisfy you? Will you touch yourself for me Y/n?"

Footnotes: The Sanzu river is part of Japanese Mythology, the Japanese believe that before reaching the afterlife, the souls of the deceased must cross the river by one of three crossing points: a bridge, a ford, or a stretch of deep, snake-infested waters. The weight of one's offenses while alive determines which path an individual must take. Footnote: Check out masterlist for all chapters!

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spencerreidswhore187 · 11 months

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Checkmate (Part Two)

By @spencerreidswhore187 for @sackofpissandshit

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

Summary: Spencer finds out that reader is not who he thought they were. (Lots of angst)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Unsub (g!n) Reader

Word Count: 1.4K

TW: Death, seizures, hemlock poisoning, hospitals and a brief mention of suicide.

A/N: Hi! Thank you to everyone who liked, commented, reblogged and followed Checkmate (Part one), it means the world to me. Sorry it’s taken a couple of days to upload - I’ve been working so many shifts ugh - anyway, I wrote this on the bus and did not proof read, I hope you enjoy.

You’d always mocked Romeo for being so rash but, as you stood hyperventilating over Spencer’s body, your first instinct was to drink the rest of the poison from the tiny vial in your pocket.

You were in shock. You needed to snap out of it. He’d not ingested enough to kill him instantly; you had a only few minutes to save him.

You collapsed onto your knees and checked Spencer’s pulse - it was weak. But still there. He’s alive, you reminded yourself. Alive. Alive. Alive.

If you were thinking rationally, you’d have left the building. Maybe tip somebody off so that they could find Spencer. If you were thinking rationally, you’d have recalled that Ben would kill you if you saved Spencer’s life. But none of that mattered, not when the only person you cared about was seizing in front of you.

You forced yourself off your feet and attempted to wipe away the tears streaming down your cheeks. What have I done, you chided yourself.

Running to the bedside table, you grabbed the landline telephone and dialled ‘911’.

The automated voice startled you, “Ambulance, fire or police?”

“Ambulance,” you whispered into the receiver.

Your malicious, manipulative, mastermind facade had dropped. You were hardly recognisable as the person you were moments ago. You didn’t know what you’d do if Spencer, your spence, was not okay.

“Hello?” A deep male voice echoed through the receiver.

“I-Help me. Help please,” you begged frantically.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N. Um…Y/N Reid.” You couldn’t breathe. You’d placed a pillow under Spencer’s head and you’d pulled him towards your lap. His body wouldn’t stop shaking.

“Okay, Y/N. Listen to my voice and take a deep breathe…that’s it. I need you to calm down and tell me what’s happening,” the first responder asked.

“My…my boyfriend he’s been poisoned. And he’s seizing. Oh my god, please help, he won’t…he won’t stop seizing,” you choked back a sob.

“Can you tell me where you are? Help is on the way.”

“[your address]. I-hurry. Please hurry. He’s an agent. An FBI agent.” It hurt to remind yourself of his job, that he’d lied to you. But that didn’t matter, not now.

You heard a phone dialling in the background.

“Y/N, can you tell me your boyfriend’s name.”

“Spencer Reid. D-Dr Spencer Reid from the Behaviour Analysis Unit in um Quantico.”

“An ambulance is almost with you. Y/N, he’s going to be okay. Is he still seizing?”

You whispered, “no.”

“Can you check his pulse for me?”

You did what he asked, it was painfully slow.

“Do you know what substance he ingested?”

“It was-”

There was a sharp knock at the door followed by heavy footsteps running up the stairs.

You hung up the phone as the paramedics rushed to Spencer’s collapsed form.

Everything was a blur. You were barely aware of what was happening.

You watched their lips move as they shouted questions at you that you barely heard. You watched them start chest compressions on Spencer. You frantically chewed at your nails as they placed him on a stretcher and carried him out of your house.

You remembered when you’d bought it. Spencer had held your hand as you explored the empty rooms. He’d hugged you from behind, wrapping his arm around your waist and pressing a kiss to his favourite spot - where your neck me your shoulder. As both of you examined the rooms he rambled random facts about windows and the wall fixings. You loved it when he rambled. You would stare in awe as he counted off numerous statistics.

You’d eaten Chinese take out on the living room floor after you’d bought it. The furniture hadn’t arrived yet. You stayed up all night talking, kissing among other things. You were both so happy then. You’d thought you had escaped Ben, escaped that lifestyle after years of doing whatever he told you.

That blissful dream ended thirteen months ago.

You followed the two paramedics to the ambulance, about to follow them in when you felt a cold hand on your shoulder that instantly snapped you back to reality.

You turned to face the tall blonde woman behind you. You recognised her from a picture on Spencer’s phone. JJ, you thought her name was. Her children were Spencer’s godsons. Or maybe he’d lied about that too.

Luke Alvez, who Spencer had briefly introduced you to in a coffee shop several weeks ago, placed handcuffs around your wrists as JJ read your rights, “Y/N L/N you are under arrest for the twenty four counts of first degree murder as well as the attempted murder of FBI agent Dr Spencer Reid.”

As the world collapsed around you, you watched the ambulance drive away - sirens flashing through the melancholy city.

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It was Penelope who’d gotten the call. She’d dropped her pink octopus mug when she was told that “Dr Spencer Reid had been poisoned and was on his way to the hospital.”

The rest of the team had been waiting anxiously at the round table. Spencer had insisted on going after you alone, Emily and JJ had protested but Rossi and Tara had agreed with Reid. You were dangerous. Deadly, even. They needed the element of surprise and that was something they’d only achieve if he followed his usual routine and went home to you alone.

It broke Penelope’s heart to see him like that. Spencer had looked exhausted and so broken. She wanted to give him a hug but she observes the way he flinched away anytime someone tried to touch him or offer comfort.

Penelope ran out of her office to the others.

It was Rossi who spoke first, “Garcia what’s wrong?” He asked, observing her dishevelled state as Penelope stood shaking in the doorway, “what happened?”

JJ spoke next, “is Reid okay?”

“I-no. No he’s not.” The room was so silent you could hear a pin drop.

“Penelope…” said Emily.

“A 911 call just came through from his house. He’s been poisoned, an ambulance is on it’s way. Reid…Spencer,” She inhaled sharply, “is unconscious.”

“Then who made the-”

Luke finally spoke up, “Y/N. It was Y/N.”

“But why would they call for help after trying to kill him?” Asked Tara.

No one spoke for what felt like minutes.

Emily finally answered, “it’s doesn’t matter. We need to get to that house now. Lewis, Rossi, you’re with me. JJ, you go with Alvez.”

“What about me?” Penelope questioned weakly, “I can’t…I can’t just stay here and do nothing, waiting for a call.”

“Go to the hospital, we’ll meet you there as soon as possible.”

Penelope nodded, relieved.

As they left the room, Luke hugged Penelope, “he’ll be okay, Garcia. I promise. They wont get away with this.”

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When he awoke, the first thing he smelt was jello. He loved jello.

“Can I have some of that…please,” Spencer implored.

It was quickly followed by a squeal as Penelope through her arms around him.

“Spencer, you’re okay! Thank god you’re okay. I was so scared. We all were.”

Slowly he began to notice the beeping machines around them and the dull throbbing in the back of his head. He winced.

“Do you want me to get the doctor? I should tell her that you’re awake and-”

Spencer interrupted her rambling, “what happened?”

“You were given a near lethal dose of hemlock.”

Shit. He cursed to himself, remembering something he had read.

“Conium maculatum, colloquially known as hemlock, poison hemlock or wild hemlock, is a highly poisonous biennial herbaceous flowering plant…how did I…”

“Y/N,” Garcia whispered, staring at the hospital room floor.

The memories all came flooding back to him then. The truth of who you really were, the things - the illegal things - you had done. He Spencer recalled all the lies. It hurt more than his body did.

He fought tears. He would not cry over you, Spencer refused.

“Did you find them?”

He was surprised to hear answer “yes.”

“What? But if poisoning me was their escape plan, how did you find them so quickly? How long have I been unconscious?”

None of this made sense.

“Y/N, well, they made the call Spencer. They stayed with you the whole time. JJ and Luke arrested them when they were following you into the ambulance. They’ve been in an interrogation room for three days, Rossi and Tara are with them…you’ve been unconscious for three day.”

Spencer was going to be sick.

Emily, JJ and Alvez rushed into the room.

“You’re alive,” they gushed, “you’re okay!”

Spencer wasn’t listening. He didn’t care.

He stared at Emily who almost immediately understood what he was about to ask.

“No, Reid. Absolutely not.”

“I need to see them. I need you to take me to Y/N.”

A/N: Thank you for reading! Part three will be uploaded in the coming days ◡̈

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whitefoxgirl · 9 months

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🦊Culture Shock🐰 A Jungkook Series - Episode 5: Television/Shows (Ft. Yoongi) (+ mini scenario)

Summary: Jungkook starts a podcast with his best friend who is a foreigner to discuss different topics they were shocked culturally about.

Author's Note: Hello my beautiful readers! I GOT A JOB! WOOOOOO!!! I manifested this!

Author's Note PS: If you'd like to be tagged, interact with this. I am tagging people who reblog, but if you wish to be tagged comment or simply reblog and I will add you! If you see your name in red, I was unable to tag you for some reason, so for that I do apologize.

Pairing: Jungkook x BFF!Reader (not dating, just two best friends)

Fandom: BTS

Warnings: Mentions of sex, cringy, full of crack moments.

Genre: Fluff, crack.

Word Count: 5.3k

Taglist: @7ndipity; @yoongimentita7; @ancoraesisto; @lovemeforeternity; @hrtss4jk; @ellelabelle; @fullpaperperfection; @minpdrecs; @chaconnelatte; @myemmap; @4ev3rdarkarti5t; @hushbabesblog; @drop-dead-yulisa; @bubbletae-1e; @alylista; @jarenpolitovari

🡸 Previous episode

[PODCAST INTRO/THEME]

🦊: *bumps into the mic* Oop! *in between chuckles* Sorry guys!~

Jungkook: Get it together!

🦊: Oh my god~ HEY, King!

Jungkook: Hello peasant.

Yoongi: *snickers*

🦊: O- You know what? That's mean~

Jungkook: *trying not to laugh* Okay

🦊: He's just pouty because he lost in a 1-v-1 on Splatoon against me. Jungkook: It's a stupid game~ Why is it in third person?~ And, why can you see my snipper laser?

🦊: Just get over it!~

Jungkook: Okay!~ Fine! *long pause* For our listeners~

🦊: Exactly. For our listeners~

Jungkook: Before we begin, we do have a millennial in our sights.

🦊: *snickers*

Jungkook: *in between chuckles* This is our second guest! Min Yoongi!~

🦊: *claps their hands*

Yoongi: Hello everyone! I'm Suga from BTS.

Jungkook: Hyung, don't be so formal~ Our listeners don't care.

🦊: Legit, they like that we're relatable.

Yoongi: Okay, okay

🦊: Just like Suchwita.

Yoongi: Without the alcohol.

Jungkook: *gasps* Should we?!~

🦊: *gasps* Daehyun?

*long pause* *muffled voice*

🦊: *gasps* Okay! I'll get it! *in a distant voice* Whiskey?

Yoongi: Yes, please

Jungkook: Get us a beer, please!~

[Spongebob Narrator: Five minutes later]

🦊: We all have our alcohol!~

Yoongi: Thank you, Y/N.

Jungkook: Thank you!

🦊: I would just like to say, we saw Barbie~

Jungkook: We saw Barbie.

Yoongi: Oh! I haven't seen it.

🦊: *gasps* Oh my god~ You know, it's okay. I'll take you.

Jungkook: Y/N cried!

Yoongi: Really?~ Why?

Both: Well-

🦊: Okay! First off, I did NOT expect that Billie Eilish song to hit me so hard!

Jungkook: And not to give spoilers but, it was everything good.

🦊: It's a TRUE feminist icon. It's not misandry, which is what basically every publication is saying it is-

Jungkook: Oh! Absolutely not.

🦊: And it's not misogyny. It's true feminism. Wh-

Jungkook: Without spoiling anything, it had all three-

🦊: Yeah!

Jungkook: It had misandry, misogyny, AND feminism. And it showed how both misandry and misogyny can just be downright ugly and hurtful for the people who are being disliked, and prejudiced while feminism is genuinely something we should all aspire to do.

Yoongi: Oh! I'll give it a shot.

🦊: I saw that in East Asia, a lot of women are taking their partners, especially their cis-male partners, to see Barbie. And basically, they're testing how much of a green flag they are depending on how they feel before the movie, how long they last during the movie and what is their thoughts after the movie.

Jungkook: Oh! Wait, am I a green flag?

🦊: *long pause* Well-

Jungkook: *in between laughs* WHY'RE YOU THINKING ABOUT IT?!

Yoongi: *laughs*

🦊: *in between laughs* Okay! You're the type of green that is making its way toward yellow, but it's not completely yellow.

Jungkook: Okay, at least I'm not completely yellow or orange OR RED!

Yoongi: Be grateful.

🦊: Exa- Thank you, Yoongi!~

Jungkook: Definitely watch it, hyung.

Yoongi: Would you have watched it if Y/N hadn't taken you to the movies?

Jungkook: *silence*

*Yoongi and 🦊 laugh loudly*

Jungkook: Okay! Okay! I would have, but I would not have dressed up!

🦊: I was SO surprised we were the only ones dressed up!

Jungkook: Obviously, I was Ken!

🦊: I dressed up as Barbie!

Yoongi: Y/N when we go, do you wanna dress up too?

🦊: *gasps* Really?!

Yoongi: Yeah, I'll be K-

🦊: No~ Be Allan~ Because you're one of a kind~

Jungkook: *gasps* OH! Okay RIZZGOD!

Yoongi: *snickers then laughs*

Jungkook: You trying to rizz up Yoongi-hyung?

🦊: No~ *long pause* Okay, yeah~

*All laugh*

🦊: Before we begin! I would just like to say that this topic was thought up by Jungkook.

Yoongi: I would have liked to participate in the music one.

🦊: Oh! We can have your opinion on that!

Yoongi: *long pause* Well, I would but honestly Jungkook basically said what I thought about reggaetón.

🦊: Fair enough. I know you have some... *chuckles* Opinions on dembow and phonk.

Yoongi: *chuckles* They're just not for me, but you and Jungkook look like you have fun while dancing to it.

Jungkook: And not like... perreando!

🦊: OH! HE ROLLED HIS R'S!~

Jungkook: Rrrrr~ *laughs* We just goof around.

🦊: We meme dance.

Yoongi: *chuckles*

🦊: Like... You know how there's the stereotype that white people can't dance? We dance like that stereotype.

Jungkook: Just for fun. Not to make fun of anyone.

🦊: Mmno

Yoongi: They look cute together.

Jungkook: We're not dating.

🦊: So, in this episode we're gonna talk about television shows.

Jungkook: Y/N wanted to bring Yoongi on because he's about to head to th-

🦊: Oh my god! Please don't remind me!

Yoongi: *snickers then laughs*

Jungkook: Y/N is really close to all seven of us, but they're especially close to Hobi-hyung, Yoongi-hyung, and me. And since Hobi-hyung is already there~

🦊: I'm suffering...

Jungkook: They have- Okay, they have not taken it well!

Yoongi: Really?

🦊: Yeah... I think that's why in the last episode I cried. You told us- Or, rather, told your close friends when you were leaving, and it was no joke, the day before we decided to record.

Yoongi: Oh!~ I'm sorry!

🦊: I really tried to hold it in, but like thinking about Hobi already being there, and you leaving, just made me think, you know-

Yoongi: It's inevitable...

🦊: Yeah... Jungkook is gonna leave too, and that made me really sad because Hobi and you are my close friends, and that hurts. And I have cried. But Jungkook is my BEST friend... So...

Jungkook: But it's not like you're NOT gonna see us for a year and a half. We saw Hobi-hyung and Jin-hyung!

🦊: Oh my god, I hugged Hobi SO HARD! You guys have no idea. I lowkey cried too.

Jungkook: Both of them had tears in their eyes.

Yoongi: It was so beautiful to see.

🦊: *singing* When did it end?~ All the enjoyment?~

Jungkook: *singing* I'm sad again!~

Both: *singing* Don't tell my boyfriend~

Jungkook: *singing* It's not what he's made for~

Yoongi: *chuckles*

Jungkook: Going back to it.

Yoongi: Mhm.

Jungkook: Y/N wanted you here to get a perspective of shows you watched as a kid since when you were in first grade, we were both just about to be born.

🦊: *snickers*

Yoongi: *hums* Interesting.

🦊: Which, okay, let's be honest. You at the age of 12 were already a professional producer, so...-

Jungkook: Ballin' with a dollar in his pocket.

Yoongi: I was making money but it wasn't like-

🦊: A lot.

Yoongi: Exactly.

Jungkook: Funny how we brought a guest who didn't watch-

Yoongi: *laughs*

Jungkook: *in between chuckles* A lot of television as a kid.

🦊: But he wasn't ostracized, right?

Yoongi: *in between chuckles* No~ no... I did see it here and there, I just didn't dedicate my time to it since I was focused on music.

🦊: We love an ambitious person.

Jungkook: I didn't watch a lot of television either, but, Y/N introduced me to a lot of shows.

🦊: And he doesn't have time for a lot of them but-

Jungkook: The ones that I really like, I invest A LOT of time. I poop with my phone on my lap-

*Yoongi and 🦊 laugh*

Jungkook: *in between laughs* Everywhere! I try not to lose sleep, but when I'm invested. I am in. ves. ted!

🦊: I remember when I was obsessed with "House of Dragons" and I wanted to gatekeep it from Kookie because~

Jungkook: Wh-!

🦊: BECAUSE! It's such like... Okay, it's the prequel to "Game of Thrones" and the television series is over, but the BOOK series is not over! So I didn't want you to get invested so that afterward you get disappointed!

Jungkook: I didn't know that the "Game of Thrones" ending in the series is not canon!

Yoongi: It's not canon and in the book, Jon is still asleep or in a comma.

🦊: Iconic.

Yoongi: Y/N got me into it because they know that I would get invested but I don't make it my personality, like Jungkook and them.

🦊: Yoongi is an observer~

Jungkook: He is.

🦊: Slytherin energy~

Yoongi: *imitates a snake*

*Jungkook and 🦊 laugh*

🦊: First things first, my first exposure to East Asian shows was anime. And I don't remember which one came first because they all kind of merged together in my head, and it was "Inuyasha", "Naruto", "Pokémon", and "Yu-gi-oh!"

Yoongi: Interesting, because all those shows are from the 90's.

Jungkook: Yeah, when I was born those were already long running.

🦊: Well, I think it's because getting them to the western side, especially to the U.S. and Latin America, took some time.

Yoongi: In Korea, Pokémon first aired in 1999, and I was 6~

🦊: Oh! Puerto Rico, it was also 1999 too

Yoongi: You watched it from the womb?

🦊: *snickers* *in between laughs* Okay! Okay! I remember watching the first episode but I GENIUNELY don't remember how old I was.

Jungkook: I didn't watch ANY western shows as a kid other than Spongebob.

🦊: The icon himself!

Yoongi: Jungkook and Y/N watch Spongebob for fun.

Jungkook: But the first seasons, you know?

🦊: It's the most fun, you can tell when the creator walked away and when it because just not fun.

Jungkook: Mhm.

Yoongi: So, what's your culture shock?

🦊: Oh! Okay! Sorry! Okay, so, I did get exposed to shows, but it was interesting when I grew up I started watching dramas. And with dramas, there's like reality shows and stuff like that.

Yoongi: Right, for promo.

🦊: Exactly. Especially if you wanna be *in between chuckles* Delulu~ And you fall in love with the actor's looks~ And~ *laughs*

*Yoongi and Jungkook laugh*

🦊: Wanna get to know them?~

Yoongi: Right, right.

🦊: One of the things that I picked up on quickly was, the plots were all the same. Poor girl meets asshole rich dude. The rich dude has either a cousin, brother, friend, like someone close to him who is just the nicest person ever and THAT'S the love rival. She still chooses the rich asshole because he changed for her, but then something happens. The most common one is that the mom of the rich asshole finds out and pays her to leave, then one of them has an accident and somehow they make it work and boom. Happily ever after.

Yoongi: That's pretty much the jist of them.

🦊: But, my biggest culture shock is the variety shows.

Jungkook: Really?

🦊: Yeah, I just... Okay. It was- I had a weird feeling, like, I didn't know how to feel.

Jungkook: Why, what happened?

🦊: Okay, so, I remember the first one I watched was Weekly Idol, or Doni and Coni which... EW! They're... I remember when I watched you guys' episode, like the first time you were there and I loved it because I was a child. But watching it as an adult? I was like... Oh my god-

Jungkook: *chuckles* Your ARMY is showing.

🦊: I just! Okay... I just don't understand how someone can harass and be so mean to their guests and get away with it because it's "comedy"... Like... How is saying that Yoongi's song was "shit" comedy?

Jungkook: Ugh...

Yoongi: People have their own opinions, I guess.

🦊: Well, their opinion is WRONG. Like... Side eye. You could have just said it wasn't your taste without saying that it was bad and shit, you know?

Yoongi: I agree.

🦊: But, going back to it, the variety shows took me aback because everything is over-edited.

Jungkook: What do you mean?

🦊: Like... They put colorful subtitles on almost every sentence and these subtitles could be what the person is saying, what the person is doing, or what the editors think the person's inner thoughts are.

Jungkook: Ooooh! I hadn't noticed that. But, it's true~

🦊: And then replaying something shocking multiple times in *in between chuckles* multiple angles

Yoongi: *chuckles* 맞아~

🦊: Which, if you think about it, it's very stimulating and lowkey catering to the deaf community, since closed captions and interpreters are in scarcity on the Western side.

Jungkook: I hadn't really thought about it that way, but it's true~

🦊: That was my biggest culture shock. I got used to it after a while but, you know?

Yoongi: Were you shocked about the games?

🦊: *hums* Okay, so, I was but at the same time I wasn't? I don't know how to explain it.

Jungkook: Says as they're about to explain *chuckles*

🦊: *chuckles* So, I wasn't shocked because variety shows on the Western side also have games, but I was shocked at how queerbait-y the games are.

Yoongi: Like passing a paper member to member with our lips

🦊: It's so obvious fan service, but fan service can be very queerbait-y.

Yoongi: That's true.

🦊: Like, shipping friends with each other is... *groans* Not good~

Jungkook: Yeah.

🦊: But, yeah, I don't have any negative culture shock. Except for me being a Doni and Coni lowkey-highkey hater.

*all laugh*

Yoongi: Y/N introduced me to a lot of 90's shows. And, even though this wraps into the music category, I was shocked at how rock-inspired a lot of shows' intro was.

🦊: Which shows do you have in mind?

Yoongi: "Total Drama Island", "Teen Titans" from the 2000s. "American Dragon: Jake Long", and "Ben 10".

🦊: Okay but the other ones~

Yoongi: We saw "Wizards of Waverly Place", "Hannah Montana", "Sonny with a Chance" and a couple others with real people. And some of those also had inspiration in pop-rock.

🦊: Which is so 2000s if you think about it.

Yoongi: Was pop-rock popular in the 2000s?

🦊: In the western side, ESPECIALLY in the U.S. it was very popular.

Yoongi: I was just listening to hip-hop.

Jungkook: Yes he was~ Hip-hop classes were real.

Yoongi: You loved them

Jungkook: I did!~

🦊: As you can hear, Yoongi truly is an observer.

Jungkook: That was your culture shock?

Yoongi: Yeah!~ I was exposed to U.S. culture fairly young since I really like hip-hop culture.

🦊: What was your culture shock, Galletita?

Jungkook: Mine was... I guess the pipeline?

Yoongi: Pipeline?

🦊: Ooh~

Jungkook: So, Y/N basically explained that there's a pipeline of television, especially if you grew up in the 2000s.

🦊: Yep.

Jungkook: Basically, every kid in the U.S. watched either Disney channel with sitcoms or watched cartoons, but all of them came together to watch the hot new show-

JK and 🦊: "Total Drama Island"!

Jungkook: And basically "Total Drama Island" was-

Yoongi: It was a cartoon reality show.

Jungkook: Exactly. So it didn't take long for a lot of kids to get into real reality shows like "Next", "Cribs", and basically any reality show on MTV.

🦊: The pipeline gets split though. If you continued to watch cartoons, you get into anime. The pipeline goes EVEN DEEPER because if you watched anime, and listened to the openings, you probably got into Vocaloids, which are synthesized voca- I don't know why I'm telling you, yo-

Yoongi: I know about Vocaloids, yeah. I danced with one.

🦊: I. CO. NIC! I was genuinely SO jealous when I found out you were dancing with her. SeeU was SUCH an icon.

Yoongi: *laughs* Really?

🦊: I- Well, I fell in BOTH pipelines, but, I definitely fell more into the anime one.

Yoongi: Right.

🦊: But like, the vocaloid pipeline somehow brings you to the kpop pipeline. Which WEIRDLY the heavy metal rock or even rock music pipeline ALSO brings you to the kpop pipeline.

Yoongi: Interesting.

Jungkook: So, one day Y/N got nostalgic and we kind of watched a show that they were into as a child and I, unknowingly, also followed Y/N's pipeline.

Yoongi: Do we have a pipeline?

Jungkook: *long pause* I guess one of the biggest pipeline is that a lot of men in Korea want to be in either entertainment OR sports just to avoid military duty.

Yoongi: Which is not common, but happens a LOT!

🦊: Did you follow that pipeline?

Yoongi: No, hell no. I wanted to be a producer from a very young age not because I wanted to avoid military duty, but because I genuinely love music.

🦊: You did say it was your first love.

Yoongi: It was.

🦊: *sighs smiling*

Jungkook: If we had a camera recording us, I would look at it as if I was Jim from "The Office"

🦊: *snickers then laughs* Why?~

Jungkook: If you know, you know.

Yoongi: *long pause* I feel like I'm out of the loop for the first time.

🦊: You and I both.

Jungkook: You're ALWAYS out of the loop.

🦊: Okay! If I was out of the loop, how did I find out about the aliens BEFORE you?

Jungkook: Oh god~

Yoongi: What kind of aliens would you like? Ones that can transform like Ben 10? Aliens that look human but have superpowers? Or shapesh-

🦊: SHAPESHIFTING!

*Jungkook and Yoongi laughs*

🦊: You guys DON'T understand! If the aliens could shapeshift, I have a LIST!

Jungkook: *in between laughs* A LIST?!?!

🦊: *in between laughs* I have a list that the alien MUST follow!

Yoongi: Who's on top of the list?

🦊: Okay, right now, Toji Fushiguro~

Yoongi: Mmmm~

🦊: I have a lot of people, mainly anime men, because... I can bag a human.

Jungkook: You can't BAG YOUR CRUSH!

🦊: *gasps*

Yoongi: Jungkook-ah!~ *chuckles* Be nice to Y/N!

🦊: I can bag him, I'm just being respectful.

Yoongi: Exactly... Y/N just respects people's boundaries. Wait... So... Who's on the bottom?

🦊: Sukuna. Ryomen Sukuna. But, not because he's not hot, it's just tha- *muffled giggles*

Yoongi: Oh! They're covering their face!

Jungkook: *groans* Here we go

🦊: He has four arms~

Yoongi: *long pause* Right...

🦊: Two mouths~

Yoongi: *long pause* Okay...

🦊: *long pause* And one of those mouths can move anywhere.

Yoongi: Wait... *snickers* Are you...? *laughs* Are you sayin- I don't even wanna say it!

🦊: I'll say it for you!

Jungkook: *laughs* Stop!

🦊: Please let me say it!

Jungkook: Okay!~

🦊: I want an alien to shapeshift into Ryomen Sukuna because he has four arms, so, he can touch my chest with one hand, guide me with the other hand, stimulate my *clears throats* south with the other hand, and grab the back of my head and pull my hair with the other.

Jungkook: You're forgetting something.

🦊: Oh! Because one of the mouths can move, while he's kissing me, he can lick ANYWHERE he wants with the OTHER tongue~

Yoongi: 세상에!

Jungkook: Tell him about-

🦊: OH MY GOD! Okay... So, he- Okay, he... has two... *long pause*

Yoongi: *gasps* TWO?!

🦊: TWO!

Yoongi: Are they side by side? Up and down?

🦊: We actually DON'T have ANY confirmation. But my headcanon is that they're up and down.

Yoongi: How many balls does he have? Two or four? Are they ALSO up and down or side to side?

🦊: Hmm... I hadn't thought about it.

Yoongi: If it's four, there's more.. um... Milk *giggles*

*Jungkook and 🦊 laughs*

🦊: Yeah... And I wanna be filled by Sukuna.

Jungkook: WHY Sukuna, he's LEGIT EVIL!

🦊: Okay~ He's not EVIL!~ He's just... Umm... He's ju-

Jungkook: *deadpan* Y/N, his first lines were "Where are the people? The women? What a wonderful era to be in. Women and children are crawling everywhere like maggots. It's marvelous. It'll be a massacre."

🦊: I can fix him.

Yoongi: *laughs* Can you?!

🦊: I can!~

Jungkook: I mean-

🦊: Well, I-

Yoongi: I have no doubt about that.

🦊: *silent*

Jungkook: I'm looking at the invisible camera.

🦊: Guys?

Yoongi: Hmm?

🦊: Let's pause for a minute. I need to use the bathroom. *muffled movement sounds*

Jungkook: They have a small bladder when it comes to alcohol *chuckles*

🦊: *in a distant voice* You can edit it out, right Dae?

*muffled voice*

🦊: Purr, be right back.

[silence]

Jungkook: *whispering* Are you gonna do it today?

Yoongi: I don't see a point...

Jungkook: Why?~

Yoongi: Well... They JUST called me their "close friend" just now, and I'm about to leave for the mi-

Jungkook: *scoffs* Okay. YOU get to go home because you're going to go to a government office because of your shoulder

Yoongi: Yeah, but I can't do an-

Jungkook: Hyung... Why can't you trust me? I'm their best friend! I know better!

Yoongi: *sighs* *mumbles* You don't get it...

Jungkook: *sighs* *long pause* I'll leave the episode early, so you can close with them. They listen to the podcast, so, if you don't do anything, I'll post it unedited.

Yoongi: Why would y-

Jungkook: Because I know you, and I know them... You two need a little push and this is it.

Yoongi: *gulps* *sighs softly* fine...

🦊: *from a distance* I'm back!~ Sorry I took so long *giggles*

🦊: What else is there to talk about?

Jungkook: How was your first time at HYBE?

🦊: Oh! It was awesome! I was so happy I get to teach the trainees~ Though I wouldn't have minded if I got you!

Yoongi: It would have been fun for you to teach me Spanish...

🦊: Right?! But, I don't need a job to teach you! We're friends, right?

Yoongi: *hums agreeing*

Jungkook: Plus, he's just learning to impress you!

🦊: *scoffs then giggles* Stop! He already impresses me with his music. 28 is my ANTHEM!

Jungkook: You switch the lyrics to Spanish!

🦊: It's fun!~ *singing* Me 'stoy volviendo un adulto~ No me acueLdo 'e na'~ Mis sueños y ambiciones donde estan? Estan lejanas~ Ya no veo ni donde esta la meta!~

Yoongi: *chuckles* 재밌네~

🦊: 그죠~ Jungkook doesn't like it when I do it, but it's SO fun~

Jungkook: Guys... Do the closing without me, I have to go somewhere.

🦊: Wha~ *pouty* But your schedule is free! I got it right here...

Jungkook: It's something with Bam... I'm sorry! It's an emergency!

🦊: OH MY GOD! GO GO! Take care of my nephew! HURRY!

Jungkook: *muffles movements* *in a slightly distant voice* *chuckles* I will! *long pause* Hyung...

Yoongi: 어... 할게...

🦊: 뭐가 할거예요?

Jungkook: Don't worry about it.

🦊: Well! Kookie had an emergency! But Yoongi and I can finish up, right?

Yoongi: Yeah. Thank you for having me here today.

🦊: Thank you for being here!

Yoongi: *gulps* What if I came back to the podcast, would that be okay?

🦊: Oh! That'll be so dope! I'd love to hear your opinion on more things.

Yoongi: I'm an avid listener, so, it's gonna be weird listening to today's podcast once it goes live.

🦊: You'll love it. Daehyun does aMAZING editing.

Yoongi: *long pause* You never reveal your crush, do you?

🦊: *in between chuckles* No... I just- *long pause* *mumbles shyly* I know he listens, his friends have told me...

Yoongi: *hums*... *long pause* Do I know him?

🦊: Mmmm... Maybe!~ *chuckles*

Yoongi: *hums*

🦊: *in between chuckles* Why are you staring at me?

Yoongi: I just noticed how long your lashes are...

🦊: What?~ That was so sudden!

Yoongi: Well... *chuckles* I don't know, it's- I find it kinda cute..

🦊: W-WELP! That's all the time we have! Our producer is telling us to wrap it up!

Yoongi: Leave suggestions for Jungkook and Y/N in the comments and what you would like for them to talk about in the future.

🦊: Yep. And don't forget to stream the D-Day trilogy but Agust D!

Yoongi: Again, thank you so much for having me.

🦊: *mumbles shyly* You're welcome anytime...

Yoongi: 여러분 안녕히게세요

🦊: Hasta el proximo episodio!

Daehyun gives you a thumbs up, indicating that the recording is done for Yoongi and you. You look at him and bow slightly as he smiles softly. You take off your headphones and look back at him smiling slightly then said

"You did great, our listeners are gonna like it!"

"You think so?" He responded. A bit shyly, but not enough to be shown.

You nod and then stand up, a bit too enthusiastically. Daehyun signals you to come to him to inspect the track and what needs to be edited out. You nod at him and then look back at Yoongi, asking him if he would like to be shown out. He shakes his head and then tells Daehyun that he would like to help edit the episode, something that surprised you.

"I thought you had a schedule to-"

"It's okay. I can stay for a little longer" He interrupted.

"I don't want you to get in trouble..."

"I won't. Daehyun can you play it back at exactly minute 49?"

You furrow your eyebrows and look at his empty whiskey glass, thinking to yourself how he couldn't be drunk, since nobody got refills, as per Daehyun's request. Then you put on your headphones to listen back to the audio, pushing the microphone slightly away and taking off your notebook to take notes. You hear yourself stumbling away from the microphone and telling Yoongi and Jungkook that you would be right back. There's a long pause, and you weren't there, but you could feel the air thickening, just as it is at the moment you and Yoongi are playing back the audio. You gulp writing down that this part should definitely be taken away. Then, you hear it. Yoongi and Jungkook talking about how he should do something today, by the sounds of it, a confession. A love confession. You pause your writing, keeping your face as neutral as possible. Looking at the notebook, rather than the eyes that are definitely looking for your reaction. You feel your eyes begin to twitch as if they're about to sprout water, your nose begin to flare, and your cheeks begin to redden as you puzzle that they're talking about you.

Jungkook knew about your crush on Yoongi. He also knew that you didn't want to do anything because you thought it was only a simple crush, but that came to a crash when he called you and told you when he was leaving for the military. You faked your nonchalantness and told him that you would miss him as much as you missed Hobi, but that was the day that the snow melted and spring came when it came to your feelings. You cried to Jungkook that day, and coming into the studio he rented to record was hard. Especially because you had to fake being enthusiastic and happy. In the end, you couldn't hold it in. You were gonna miss Jungkook, he was your best friend. But missing Yoongi was gonna tear your heart apart. When recording that episode ended, Jungkook said to not give up hope and that something for sure was gonna happen. Something happy.

You looked at Daehyun nonchalantly and told him to keep it as it is without any editing, the excuse being that the listeners would like the authenticity. Then, you quickly took off your headphones and gathered your things. Fearing that you wouldn't make it to the door, you rushed your steps. It's not you... You don't wanna get your hopes up. You know he wouldn't like you in a romantic sense. You two are vastly different, another reason why you never spoke your feelings to him. You were bubbly, outgoing, a bit extroverted, loud, and talked with anybody and anything. Complete opposite of him. When you stepped out the door, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and let your tears fall. Silently crying.

"Y/N? You okay?" You heard Jungkook's voice, but that was quickly dismissed as a hand grabbed yours.

You looked up and saw Yoongi, motioning you to follow him. You nodded and followed him to an empty studio.

"You don't like me?" He asked, a bit unsure and insecure.

You shook your head, disagreeing with him, something he understood. You felt tears staining your cheeks, your breath shorten, and your cheeks reddened as you said

"I like you..." In a shaky voice. "I like you a lot. I just didn't think that you'd like me. I'm not tall, I'm loud, I'm- I don't have any qualities that you'd like..."

His face softened as he got closer. He cupped your cheeks and wiped your tears with his thumbs. You continued by saying

"I stumble in my Korean. I'm not even Korean! Why would you like me?"

"Why wouldn't I?" He responded in a soft, slightly hushed voice, taking you by surprise.

"I like that you're extroverted." He continued "If we eat out, I know I can count on you helping me with my social anxiety. So what if you're not tall? I think you'd fit nicely in my arms."

He pulled you into a hug, smiling softly. He then nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck and slowly took in your scent. He leaned back a little.

"I was right." He said smiling gently. "You have other qualities that I like... Like... How excited you get talking about anime and video games is so beautiful to me. Your eyes sparkle, your tone of voice gets higher, your body language gets more expressive, you use your hands more."

He gently pushed a strand of hair away and looked into your eyes while saying "So what if you stumble in your Korean? At least you know Korean! Which is more than I can say when it comes to Spanish."

You chuckled, smiling while wiping your tears.

"And so what if you're not Korean?... I fell in love with YOU, not your nationality or ethnicity"

You gasped softly and looked into his eyes whispering "Love?" He chuckled and nodded then sighed.

"I know it's a big word, but it's how I feel... And I don't wanna leave for the military without telling you how I feel."

You cupped his cheek and studied his face. He has gotten chubbier in the cheeks, his skin paler than usual, and his hair was shorter, probably to prepare it to get cut. You got on your tippy toes slightly and pecked his lips first to see if it was okay. This took him by surprise but it didn't last long for him to hug your waist and kiss you back.

You pulled away and smiled then hugged him. His arms hugged you back as you leaned your head on his right shoulder, sniffling slightly and apologizing for crying, something he dismissed quickly. Your moment was quickly ruined when you and Yoongi almost fell from Jungkook jump-hugging you.

"AY! YA! Don't be stupid!" You said as you pushed Jungkook away. Yoongi already taking the liberty of letting go of you so that you and Jungkook could push each other around.

"You got your love confession! Thanks to ME~ The BEST wingman EVER!" Jungkook exclaimed as he wrapped his tattooed arm around your shoulder and neck. You groaned playfully and pushed him off you, but that didn't stop him from doing it again.

"Say I'm the best, and I'll let you go~" Jungkook said smiling from ear to ear.

"You're the WORST! Estupido, how could you force a confession out of Yoongles!~"

"Hey! He wasn't planning on doing it, and you were all mopy. I had to do something!"

You sighed and hugged him, burying your face in his chest, and said in a mumbled voice

"You're the best..." which came out in a slightly muffled sound.

"AH! Did you hear that, hyung?! THE. BEST! I gotta tell Jimin!" Jungkook said as he pushed you off of him and took off his phone.

You and Yoongi looked at each other and smiled. Promising to talk to each other more in his apartment.

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yuunemi · 2 years

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Visiting Day!

PAIRING : LEONA KINGSCHOLAR X LIONESS!READER

GENRE : FLUFF

C/W : NONE!

LIBRARIAN’S NOTE/S : im sure many people or well writers rather have already had this idea or wrote it idk well i wanted to write my own version so i hope you enjoyy!! ^^

NOTES & REBLOGS ARE ALWAYS VERY MUCH APPRECIATED ^^

Today was visiting day, and beside you right now was your ever so cute-precious-energetic nephew, Cheka! Walking around Night Raven College, feeling just as energetic as Cheka. It wasn’t that hard to get a guest pass from Crowley and the students were used to seeing you at this point since you frequently visit Leona, with or without Cheka. Your nephew has been asking you the whole week when you were gonna go back to see Leona and honestly how could you not answer him?

Despite your somewhat bubbly and cheery nature—making you look like an easy prey in a school full of boys. Leona isn’t that worried for you after a particular incident. You see, a student once tried to hit on you, and let’s just say you put him in place. Maybe he would’ve ended up in the school clinic if Ruggie hadn’t spotted you and led you to Leona. You aren’t a lioness for nothing, duhh. Of course, word travels fast around the campus so let’s just say after that—no one dared to hit on you.

“Wow! Everyone’s friendlier than usual!” Cheka exclaimed while he waved at the few students who were smiling at you two. “I guess they just got used to the both of us visiting.” You answered. “It’s Y/n-senpai and Cheka!” A familiar voice exclaimed. Turning to the voice’s direction it was the Adeuce combo with Yuu and Grim. “Ace! Deuce! Yuu! and Grim! Fancy bumping into you guys.” You said, “Hello!” Cheka cheerily said. “You are on our campus Y/n-san.” Ace jokingly said.

Earning a deadpan from you, “You don’t think I know?” You asked with a smile. Leaving Ace with a cold sweat, “Ace you dummy, you shouldn’t have said that.” Deuce reprimanded. Which started an argument between the two and Yuu couldn’t help but sigh. “Anyways, we must be off to Leona now.” You excuse yourselves. “Bye byee!!” Cheka said waving his hand, the others doing the same. Arriving at the Botanical gardens, Leona was nowhere to be found. “Huh? Where’s Uncle Leona?” Cheka asked. “If he’s not here then he should be at his dorm room. Come on, let’s go.” You answered.

Arriving at his room, you give a brief “Leonaa! We’re heree!!” and a knock before letting yourselves in. There he was napping on his bed, the little cub wasted no time and ran to him “Uncle Leona! Uncle Leona!” He exclaimed while jumping on his bed, waking Leona up from his nap. Sighing, he begrudgingly sits up “Tsk. It’s just you guys.” He muttered, “Good morning to you too Leona.” You answered while approaching his bed.

“Uncle Leona! I missed you so much! I almost couldn’t sleep last night because I was so excited to visit you with Aunt Y/n! Did you see the drawing in my letter?” Cheka rambled, “Cheka, calm down.” You said with a laugh and sat beside Leona. “Yes, I did. So, why are you two here?” He asked. “We’ve come to play with you, of course!” Cheka happily answered. “See, I even brought card games and toys that I got!” He added while holding out his backpack full of toys.

Groaning at his situation you nudge him on the chest, “Come on, it’s not every day that he comes to visit with me.” You muttered to him, “Alright, alright—we’ll play.” He said. Earning a cheer from Cheka, the little cub proceeds with taking out a card game, Uno—personally and hand-made by Cheka and Yuu. Made during one of Cheka’s visits but Leona used up the “having classes” excuse. So you specifically made sure this time, not to let him know and told Cheka not to mention it in his letters. Explaining that it’ll be a surprise for ‘Uncle Leona’.

Cheka cheerily explained the whole game to Leona—though you had to help him out here and there whenever he’d forget a few things here and there. You three played several and you were always the first one to shout Uno, now let me tell you when I said Leona showed no mercy, he really didn’t. He was able to pick-up Cheka’s little gestures and from there he would have a rough idea on which colors Cheka would and wouldn’t have. Much to the little cub’s dismay, he couldn’t win against ‘Uncle Leona’.

“Pssst. Cheka, I have an idea.” You said, noticing that he was close to crying out of frustration—just holding off his tears because he wants to show just how brave he is. “What is it? What is it?” Cheka beamed. “How about, we both team up against—Uncle Leona.” You suggested, “Oh! But will that be okay with Uncle Leona?” He asked looking at Leona hopefully. “Alright, I don’t see how you two ganging up on me will work.” He confidently said with a smirk.

It went on for several rounds, you would win then he would win. Afterward Cheka wanted to play with the other toys he brought and other games too. Like Leona being the big bad guy and Cheka having to save you It was pretty fun—much to Leona's chagrin, but soon enough lunchtime came. “Alright, Cheka, stay here with Uncle Leona while I fetch ourselves some food from the canteen. This is supposed to be your snack but eat it if I take too long, okay?” You explained, “Got it!” Cheka answered, leaving an annoyed Leona. Noticing this, you gave him a glare.

Arriving at the canteen, the line was no longer that long since most students started eating already. “Y/n-san found you.” Yet another familiar voice called. “Oh! Ruggie, you shouldn’t have.” You said, noticing the pile of takeout food that he was holding out to you. “We aren’t gonna eat a lot, so you should eat the rest.” You added, taking just enough for the three of you and leaving the rest to Ruggie. “I'm used to it by now, shishishishi! Anyway, thanks.” He said

“Thank you too!” You replied and went back to Leona’s dorm room. On your arrival, you three wasted no time eating. However, this didn’t sit so well with Leona—he didn’t like how your whole attention was devoted to Cheka. Though to his delight, things will change after lunch. “Aunt Y/n, I'm sleepy,” Cheka said with a yawn and before you knew it, Cheka was already asleep on your lap.

Cooing at the cub, you gingerly took him and laid him on Leona’s bed. “Finally the annoying brat got tired.” Leona commented with a yawn, “I can say the same to you too.” You replied while cleaning up Cheka’s mess and decided to do the same for Leona’s mess too. “Tsk. Enough about that.” He said, throwing aside whatever object you were holding and dragged you to the couch. “I finally get your attention all to myself after the brat hogged you.” He added while trapping you for a hug.

“Don’t tell me you’re being jealous.” You teased, “Jealous? I’m just being territorial.” He answered before nuzzling his head into your neck and his tail instinctively tangled up with yours. “Alright, my big baby let’s get you to sleep.” You said giggling at his attitude and cradling his head. “Hmf.” That was all he said before the both of you drifted off to sleep.

!! DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE ELSE !! THIS IS THE PROPERTY OF YUUNEMI !! IT DOESN’T CLAIM TO OWN THE CHARACTERS THAT BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS !!

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #savanaclaw x reader #leona x reader #leona kingscholar x you #twst x reader

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But I do Love you

Thank you so much everyone for your likes and reblogs, it means a lot to me. Here's the next installment, let me know what you think.

If you’re interested in the songs that inspire this, here’s the Series Playlist

I kept the reader as vague as possible. While writing I imagined a plus size! female! reader but you can think up whatever you want.

It has been months since you left Daniel on Christmas eve and life hadn't been too kind on him. He's not just struggling with his performance and the car, but also losing you.

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Warnings: fluff, angst, tears, cursing

Words: 2704

"It's embarrassing."

Daniel struggled with his performance. The year before he was confident he was going to have a few podiums for McLaren but now he wasn't so sure anymore.

"How you handle disappointment shapes what type of person you are, yeah?" Michael sat next to him, knowing he was disappointed with the results of the qualifying and wanted to all but disappear. Unfortunately he had to do media and Netflix being there and filming it all wasn't really helping.

"What if I'm just a cunt."

Clapping his back, Michael stood up. The performance coach knew it was tough for his client and friend. He had seen the Aussie go from his usual happy self to disappointed in a matter of seconds, his moods were changing so fast he was going to get whiplash one of these days.

Daniel still was the fun loving, happy guy he always was and he made jokes and got along okay with Lando, but everything was strained. Not just because of his performance.

He missed Y/N and Michael saw it each and every day. She wasn't there to wish him luck and not there to ground him again when he wasn't satisfied with his performance. Struggling with the car and his team mate beating him on the track was just the tip of the iceberg. He'd have to talk to her, get them back to square one but he wasn't sure he could do it alone.

They went out, Daniel had to be in front of the cameras, even though he wanted to be anywhere but there, yet they had talked and knew the fine was a lot more if he didn't go.

He gave the interview, focused on the race that Sunday and finished at an okay 9th place, happy to be in the points but with Lando again being Top 5 the weekend was done.

Michael made the decision to call Y/N as soon as he was alone, maybe talk to George, too. He might have some insight on what's really been going on, all he knew was that she left because the driver did something stupid regarding Heidi.

You were laying on your couch with the little odd pair of rescue pets you had adopted from the local shelter. A Pittie puppy and a kitten, having adopted each other as siblings and were inseparable. You had instantly fallen in love with them, Nala the puppy having a blind eye and being abandoned in a parking lot with several other injuries in the winter the year before, she was still just as happy and lively when you met her. Otter, the kitten had a few bald spots on his back and hind legs from his former owner who didn’t know how to love on him at only a few weeks old. Determined to show them both how loved they were, you promised to yourself to never let them go.

Enjoying the cuddles you gave them, you grumbled as the three of you were startled by your phone ringing. You took a look at the caller ID. Daniel had called you a few times, the first time since you left. You ignored it, he hadn't bothered talking to you before, so you didn't want to talk to him now.

Then it was Michael's turn. Not that you were angry at him, you still had a good relationship with the performance coach and friend of the Aussie, but it wasn't like you wanted to talk to him today. He would just go and let Daniel in on it and you couldn't deal with the driver right now.

Nala whined as the shrill tone of your phone went off again, her head bedded on your lap while Otter purred against your neck, curled up on the pillow and snuggled on your shoulder. You had just settled down and wanted to enjoy a nice afternoon nap when these people just kept bothering you.

What was wrong with them?

Grabbing your phone, not bothering to look at the caller ID because the ringtone you had chosen for George was screaming at you on repeat to take the call, you snapped at the person on the other end of the line.

"If you're going to call me one more time, I'll delete your number and make sure you won't be bothering me when I'm trying to relax."

"Finally, I was about to bother Charles or Lewis so you would take my call." You could hear the amusement in the Brit's voice, knowing he wanted something, probably about the upcoming race in Monaco. If it weren't for George you wouldn't have any updates on the latest season, especially the downhill trend Daniel's performance took while being there with McLaren.

Somehow you felt guilty for telling him to go with his gut. You let him make that final decision instead of giving him what your own instinct told you, telling him to stay with Renault and trying to make it work.

"Why are you guys suddenly interested in me?" You inquired, a soft laugh leaving your lips as you gave both pets a light scratch across their head. "First Daniel, then Michael and now you? Did I miss something?"

George was silent for a second or two and you feared you had lost the connection, but he cleared his throat trying to cover up a cough that clearly came from someone standing close to him. "Well, you know, uh, Monaco is coming up and I wanted to know if you, maybe, want to come watch the race? Carmen is there, too, she'd love to meet up."

Sighing softly, you turned your head up to look at the ceiling - damn you needed to deep clean your apartment again. Coming back to the question at hand, you hadn't been to a race in a long while. Not since you left Danny back in LA and even before that your last race visit had been Germany. A melancholic smile grazed your lips as you thought about the time you had with him.

You had been able to bring Nala and Otter to your family, taking care of them while you were in Monaco. Carmen had greeted you at the airport, hugging like she hadn't seen you in years when it only had been two days that you spoke on the phone. All of you had busy lives so there wasn't always time to meet up but you promised to get back to your pre-break-up self and join your friends in and out of the F1 world a lot more. While the race was on you were at the back of the Williams box with Carmen, yet you couldn't help focusing on Daniel's car when it would drive through the pit.

Your stomach was in knots seeing him struggle throughout the race and you felt sorry for him despite the way it ended. He was giving his all, you knew he was. It wouldn’t be Daniel if he didn’t. But when you watched him walk around the paddock, head hung in defeat and Michael next to him, you knew that wasn’t all. Blake was standing outside the McLaren hospitality and waved as you walked by with George and Carmen. You sent him a soft smile, missing his happy and carefree nature that often mimicked Danny's.

Both the Williams driver and his girlfriend watched you curiously as your eyes met the Aussie's. "You should go and talk to him." George suggested as you deliberately kept your head turned, not wanting to look at his fellow driver again.

"I bet he doesn't want to talk. Heidi is probably there already."

"You guys are so stubborn." Carmen groaned, pulling you back towards Daniel, your lips throwing protest after protest at her. "Please, for the love of God, talk it out. You guys should stop acting like children."

Gaping at your friend, you stood in front of Michael, Blake and Daniel, not sure how to act or what to do when all you wanted to do was leave and hide under a rock.

The Aussie watched her leave curiously before he turned back to you. So many things running through his head. He wanted to apologize, saying that ever since you had left his life was a shit show, struggling with the car and his performance being the tip of the iceberg. Just as he was about to open his mouth to talk to you, Charlotte, the McLaren Communications Manager called to him from the entrance to the hospitality. He needed to do a few more press junkets before he was able to fully leave.

Somehow you were filled with relief, but still that one little voice was nagging you the whole day.

When you left Bolinas that night after having dinner with your friends you felt a familiar ache in your chest. Daniel's apartment building was across the street and it brought up memories from the time you spent with him in Monaco. Taking a deep breath you adjusted your purse on your shoulder and made your way towards the building.

You went over all you wanted to tell him, how much he hurt you. How much you still loved him - though you would never tell him. He was with Heidi now, and against her you'd never stand a chance.

Before you knew it, you stood outside his door. Your heart pounded in your chest, your throat dry with anticipation as you raised your hand to knock.

Daniel twirled his phone in his hand. It had been a tough day, a tough weekend at the race track and still missing you wasn't helping his performance get any better. He needed to get out, clear his mind. Blake and Michael had already calmed him down a bit when they had gotten back to his apartment, but now on his own the wheels in his brain kept turning again.

Seeing you at the track made him realize how much he still missed you. Heidi wanted to be his girlfriend, she tried too hard and with his thoughts on you and his job day and night he couldn't focus more of his energy on her. His friends always asked about you, reminding him what he threw away when he let it get that far on Christmas. He definitely had to get some fresh air, walk along the beach to clear his head. The Aussie got up from his spacious couch, grabbing his keys from the bowl on the hallway dresser before he opened the door.

You stood there, fist frozen in midair ready to knock.

"Y/N?"

"Danny."

He stared at you, his curls askew as if he ran his fingers through them multiple times. Taking a step back, the Aussie leaned against the door frame. "What are you doing here?"

"Actually" you started, swallowing the lump that had built in your throat at seeing him now. "I'm not sure, to be honest. I was going to give you a piece of my mind, tell you what an asshole you are but now I'm not sure what I'm doing."

Daniel saw tears that were gathering in your eyes and he felt his heart break again. "I, you wanna come in?"

Nodding your head, you stepped past him into his apartment, already feeling more at home than you had in a while. You moved towards the open space connecting the kitchen, dining and living area and stood in front of the large bay windows watching the night lights flicker in the harbor.

"How, how're you going?"

Biting your lip you watched the driver make his way towards the couch, sitting down with a heavy sigh. "I, I've been okay. My boss is still the same asshole but I've learned to live with it. And I've got two cute roommates, give me a sec, I'll show you the pictures."

His stomach churned, fearing he had missed his chance and misery would be his friend for a while now. You moved over, sitting next to him and holding out your phone. Looking down at the picture he wasn't sure what he was expecting to see, but a puppy and a kitten snuggled up next to you wasn't in the equation. Daniel let out a chuckle leaning his head against the back of the couch.

"What?" His smile was contagious and you couldn't help but return the grin as you grabbed your phone, thinking he might have scrolled through some selfies you didn't want him to see.

"I thought I had fucked up so bad that you'd already found someone new, that I missed my chance making it right."

Pressing your lips together, you leaned your head on your fist, elbow resting on the back of the couch next to the Aussie's head. "You did, at first. My friend set me up with two of her cousins."

His stomach in knots, Daniel's focus was on his hand. If you told him you had a boyfriend now that really knew how to treat you right, he'd cry on top of the issues he had with his performance.

"They were a disaster, they weren't you."

His eyes turned to you, swallowing the lump that had formed before. "I'm glad, still might give me a chance."

"You hurt me, Danny. You've never been like that with other women when we were out with your friends. They throw themselves at you and you still keep your distance but Heidi was a whole new chapter." Your hand reached out, running your fingers through his curls reveling in the softness.

Tears glistened in his eyes. His heart broke just thinking about that mistake and what he lost. "I can't tell you how sorry I am. That day fucked up everything. I fucked up everything. I can't even get some decent race results."

"You're a great driver, Daniel, it will come back. You need to be patient."

"I hate waiting, I want to show everyone that I can be better but the car is so difficult to handle right now."

Chuckling, your hand brushed along his stubbled cheek, feeling how sharp his cheekbones were. They used to be a lot softer but the time you had been apart seemed to have taken a toll on him, too. "That's why I love you, Danny. You fight until the end."

"I'll be fighting for you, too. Show you that you're the only one for me, but if you won't have me then I'll live with that, too."

Scooting closer to the driver, you leaned your forehead against his own. "You need to concentrate on driving and being the best you can be."

"How can I when I'm always thinking of you. Since I met you I don't like to be alone at night, you grounded me. You know I don't like people telling me I'm wrong when I'm actually right. I miss kissing you in the rain or how you laid your head on my shoulder when we slept in the same bed. I love all the little things you do."

Sniffling, you smiled up at him, your hand caressing his cheek. "I don't like when nothing's going my way, and I don't like to be the one with the blues, but I do love you, so much."

"Fuck, Y/N, I love you. Give me another chance, it's the only one I need."

"If you fuck it up, I'm going to hate you, so much."

He pulled you closer across his lap, his hands settling on your hips. His eyes spoke volumes as Daniel gazed at her. In that moment nothing else mattered. You were at his home in Monaco and all he wanted to do was forget everything: the race, your fight, the time apart.

"I know, babes." He closed the gap between you, crushing his lips on your own. A deep moan left him when he felt your blunt nails claw at his neck. You weren't going to forgive him so easily but the kiss spoke volumes of your need to be close again, to feel the other again. This time you would fight, this time, you promised yourself, you would keep all women away that tried to take Daniel from you.

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#daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo x you #daniel ricciardo fanfic #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x you #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 #plus size!reader #female!reader #curvy!reader

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kaasknot · 2 years

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Please take this as an offense but I am absolutely fascinated by your current obsession with Buster Keaton and went back through your account to figure out what rabbit hole led to this but couldn't figure it out. If you're okay with sharing can you tell me the rabbit hole that led to this?

OFFENS TAKEN no but okay it's really kind of dumb. this past january someone reblogged a buster keaton post, i assume a stunts gifset because those get numbers, and i hit up his tag on a whim to see what was what.

now, at the time i was writing an OC character for star wars. and while i knew just about everything else important about this character, i didn't have a clear idea of what he looked like. but i was scrolling through pics of this old-timey comedian and it slowly dawned on me: my character looks kind of like buster keaton. official facecast made.

and honestly, that's why i came back to the tag a second time. if it hadn't been for that association, i probably would have forgotten about buster and moved on. but, once a month or so i'd jump back in the buster keaton tag, refresh my memory on my OC's face situation, and then jump back out.

till eventually i guess it hit critical mass, and all of a sudden in late may i'm hitting up the buster tag… because i'm thirsty for buster. i pretty clearly remember a series of gifsets around The General that made me go "…damn, son."

gonna wax rhapsodic here for a bit. let's get the most obvious point out of the way: buster keaton is pretty. he's got cheekbones and big eyes and a profile to die for. and he's ripped, because he's a goddamn acrobat. like, his vastus medialis continually makes me go "that can't be real." also, he's a short king. a small little guy. 5'5", and perfectly willing to make jokes about it—and that kind of security is hotter than the surface of the sun.

he's also ridiculously funny. he made his career on that, you'd kind of hope he would be; but specifically it's funny to me. his sense of humor matches mine perfectly: wry, ironic, a touch of the absurd/surrealistic, leaning to black humor, and with minimal use of sticky substances or stupidity. i have so much trouble with modern comedy because 90% of the time it's just so dumb. buster keaton movies are not dumb. his hero is a clever little shithead—if somewhat naive and literal-minded—with abysmal luck, who gets into awkward situations and does his clever best to get himself back out. i vibe with it.

and then obvs his stunts. the more of his movies i watch the more i mutter "how did he not die?" and "is he made of rubber bands and cotton balls??" his physicality is so satisfying to watch, and not just in a prurient way (tho i am definitely also watching in a prurient way). this is a man with supreme control over his body and a thorough understanding of physical comedy. he was pulling out pratfalls well into his 60s, yo.

and the more of his movies i watch (especially in comparison to roscoe arbuckle's movies), the more i appreciate how good of a filmmaker he was. he let the story do the talking, rather than clutter up the screen with intertitles. his precise use of camera angles, the astonishingly good cinematography, the use of the camera itself to sell a gag (i.e. the dream sequence in Sherlock, Jr.). i saw a letterboxd review call The General "mad max fury railroad" and i haven't been able to get that out of my head, because y e a h, his editing was as precise as margaret sixel's. i watched "One Week" after watching all of the arbuckle shorts he was in, and lemme tell you, my third eye was blown wide open. "oh," i said to myself. "i get why people call him a genius."

and from a frothing fangirl perspective, he has built in artificial scarcity. his smile is rare, his voice is rare, shirtless scenes are rare. (in reality, none of these things are particularly hard to find in his films, but like i say to everyone who sits still long enough for me to yammer at them, their perceived scarcity makes them so much more compelling. when you hear him say "pass" in Sunset Boulevard you quiver like you're catching sight of ankles in the 1800s). it encourages thirsting.

the more i learn about him the more obsessed i get.

#askbox #psychicshr00m #buster keaton #thank u for letting me ramble about my blorbo #no i don't know if/when/how i'll ever write my OC again

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hyper-pie · 2 years

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"Stop blaming yourself!"- a tokomaru tickle fic

It had only been a few weeks since they started repairing Towa city. the warrior's of hope were sent to be supervised by the future foundation and were given therapy.

Komaru and Toko were the heros who saved the remaining kids and adults of Towa city. But for some reason, komaru kept seeing all the things she did wrong. Never looking at the victory and focussing on the fact that she made mistakes and blamed herself for things that she didn't even do in the first place.

This heavily impacted toko's worries. How could such a beautiful girl like her have this much doubt in herself, she did so much for everyone and yet she doesn't see what's there... A badass woman who is so much more than normal plain and worthless.

And she kept trying to tell her this, but her girlfriend didn't listen. Every time she would deny it, it made toko just as sad and she was at her limmit now... One last comment or appology and I wi- toko's thinking was interupted by a huge thud, clang and whimper. Toko sped to where the commotion and saw a chair upside down with komaru clutching at her foot as crayons spilled on the floor. "o-oh! T-toki! I-i will pick these up I am so sorry, I am so pathe-" "k-kom-maru naegi!!"(sorry if I spelt that wrong)

"I d-dare you to Finnish that s-sentence "

Komaru looked shocked at how damandimg that was but obvious to the warning "pathetic I am sorr- ah! W-w-wait toki wh-where are we goin-" she was interupted by being picked up and then transported to the bedroom then being lightly yeeted on the bed "I w-warned you" toko says nervously sitting on the bed quickly straddling komaru so she couldn't move. "T-toki wh-what is- wait! Why are you rolling up my shirt toki!!" Komaru's eyes becoming wide starting to understand the situation "i-i t-told you i-i am so-EEP! She squeeked feeling her girlfriends moderately well kept finger nails slowly tracing and teasing the skin causing her to squirm "y-y-you gonna tell me that you aren't sorry or are w-we gonna do this the hard way?" Toko said trying to hide the slight hint of playfulness in her voice. "M-mhph mehehehdeh toko buhuhuhu I ahaham s-* squeek* hahahahah that tihihickles!" She squeels and Toko moves to her sides being ever so gentle in teasing my skin with her fingers. ""Ah I see you choose the hard way. Oh well" toko says smirking not scared to show her playfulness. "W-w-wa- NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO GAHAHAHAHAHA TOHOHOHOKO NOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHER *snort*EHEHEHEHEHE!"

Squeels and shrieks were the only thing heard when her mischievous fingers started full on attacking all over her ticklish middle.

After a few minutes toko slowed down to small tracing around komaru's belly button Wich got some amazing giggles but let her catch her breath. "You ready to admit you don't need to be sorry?" Toko says placing bother hands on her partners belly keeping them still. "B-bu-NAHHEEEEEEE NAHAHAHHA OKOKOKOKOK I AM NOT SORRY OR PATHETIC!" She was quickly interupted by a raspberry to her bellybutton and that was all she could handle.

"g-good!" Toko say sheepishly getting off of komaru and cuddling up to her holding her close playing with her hair "are you alright?" She asks hoping she didn't go too far. "Y-yeah I just need some cuddles that's all" her girlfriend reassures and for a few hours were spent holding each other close cuddled up till the first "I love you k-komaru!"

The end

Ahhh I hope this was good! I tried super hard to write this one and I am proud of it. I hope you enjoy!

(my fic don't repost but please reblog)

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sta7z · 1 year

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I posted 140 times in 2022

That's 140 more posts than 2021!

71 posts created (51%)

69 posts reblogged (49%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 72 of my posts in 2022

Only 49% of my posts had no tags

#isaiah’s idiocy - 52 posts

#stranger things x reader - 22 posts

#fruity four - 10 posts

#nancy wheeler - 8 posts

#fruity 4 - 8 posts

#robin buckley x reader - 7 posts

#stranger things - 7 posts

#nancy x reader - 7 posts

#robin buckely - 7 posts

#youtube - 5 posts

Longest Tag: 85 characters

#initially i thought this was editied. but then i remember how weird runway fashion is

My Top Posts in 2022:

“ Gonzo Loves Chickens” Robin Buckley x Stutterer! Reader

Okay so, I have a stutter and stuff, and that’s why I made this 💪🏾💪🏾💪🏾💪🏾

“w-well” you stammered, getting up. “Well what? God you losers, so damn pathetic” One of the mouthbreathers said. “I-I-I-I’m going to tell Steve! And th-the-then” Troy interrupted “Oh my god, you really can’t talk straight to save your life! B-B-Ba-BAWK” He then started flailing his arms and making more chicken noises.

Later that day…

“Hey! I got back from work early and Geuss what I got for you!!” Robin, the only one who made you feel safe. You sat down your book bag and sat on the couch as your girlfriend continued her rambles “Well, I technically didn’t rent it since I didn’t have the money for it. Not saying I stole it! I’m gonna give it back-“ You chuckled “wh-wh-what is it?” Robin scrambled into her bag and pulled out a VHS tape and… “GONZO!” You squealed as you grabbed the stuffed toy from her hand.

“You’re so cute-“ Robin said, blushing. “Now, how was your day at school? I hope it was good!” You looked down, what do you tell her? Those jerks always called you names and laughed while you stuttered while answering questions. Which just made you stutter more. “Th-the-they called me a…” Robin didn’t say anything, just gave a look that seemed to say ‘I’ll wait.’ “A Ch-chicken” Robin gasped, absolutely taken aback. She grabbed you and flooded you with pecks to your cheeks and lips. “If anything baby, he wished he could be a chicken. Gonzo loves chickens right? They’re always helping him with jobs, doing acrobatics. Being a chicken doesn’t seem half bad to me!” You snickered slightly at Robin’s remark. You lifted your head to meet her gaze and kissed her.

“Oh yeah! You never saw your other present!” Robin said, pulling out the VHS tape again to reveal you and Robin’s favorite movie. “The Muppets” She gave you another peck on the cheek as she set up the movie. “So, who’s your favorite muppet and why is it Gonzo?” You laughed “W-well you see um- I-it’s because G-Gonzo is… what’s the word… f-ff- fun!” Robin smiled and nodded. You continued on with your rant about how great and mysterious the muppet was. And how he deserved his own film. You never felt more accepted than you did with Robin, everyone else would stop listening to your rants or you’d stop because your stammering would make everything take longer. But not Robin.

45 notes - Posted August 27, 2022

“Mom!” Steve Harrington x Little! Reader

Summary: Steve’s infamous nickname takes a wholesome turn. (Featuring Dustin and the rest of the fruity four)

“Hey Mom!” Dustin called, slamming the fridge shut. “There’s no food in here!” You and Dustin were over at Steve’s house. The man couldn’t cook to save his life, living off of Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwiches. “Okay okay I’m coming, god can you just not call me ‘Mom’ for five seconds.” Steve said as he sauntered down the stairs. “Yeah yeah whatever MOM.” You sat there fidgeting and hungry as the boys argued. You told Steve about your age regression but you hadn’t really regressed around him. You weren’t really sure what to do. Robin, Eddie and Nancy came downstairs and went into the living room. Steve and Dustin had been arguing about what to eat when Dustin turned to you and said “Y/N, what do you wanna eat? Mom- I mean Steve is going to the store ” You looked down at your feet, struggling to find the words you wanted to say. “I-I wan some Dunkawoos” Steve walked over to you and gently ran his hand through your hair. “You’re regressed right?” You nodded. Steve paused for a moment “is there anything else you want? A toy? Some chocolate milk?”

“Nuh uh Mommy I’m otay.” Dustin laughed so hard he almost collapsed, Steve just stood there absolutely dumbstruck. “Awww i see the little one has a soft spot for you Harrington. Or should i say ‘mommy’”. You felt the heat rushing to your face as you fiddled with your fingers. “Awww Mama nancy and mommy Steve, seems fitting enough.” Robin interjected giving Nancy a slight nudge. Steve picked you up and sat you on his shoulders, you gasped with delight “Cmon! I’ll piggyback ride you to the store okay?” You squealed with delight “Tank you mommy!!!”

i had this idea and I just had to do it-

46 notes - Posted August 27, 2022

“I Hate that I Love You” Dark!Yandere! Nancy Wheeler x Fem!Reader )Part 1(

Disclaimer: this is a HORROR fic. And I do not endource the actions used here nor should they be replicated in reality. That being said, the warnings include:

Stalking gaslighting Spoilers for a book that came out in 1800-

꧁༺☽⛓ .♱. ⛓☾༻꧂

Nancy wasn’t one to be vulnerable. Sure she had a few flings with Steve and Jonathan, but it wasn’t until she saw you that she really felt something. Nancy wasn’t some lovesick fool, you weren’t perfect. No one is. But it’s something about you that made her feel… warm. But that warmth quickly raised to a boil when she saw you around other people. She wasn’t sure if she hated you or not. You made her hate everyone that came in contact with you. You were like a parasite, completely stuck to her, taking over her mind. You made her feel so… confused, that didn’t sit well with her. Nancy was constantly in control, there was a time and a place for everything but around you it was pure chaos.

꧁༺☽⛓ .♱. ⛓☾༻꧂

After school you went over to Mike’s House to play DND. About 2 hours in the phone rung upstairs and Mrs.Wheeler called you. “Your mother called, the teacher called saying you’re failing a class!” You huffed, you were never good at that class, but last you checked you had a B-… it was weird. You heard footsteps coming down the steps and turned to see Mike’s older sister. The two of you never interacted much, other than those weird stares she had been giving you for all these weeks. The two of you went into her room, she gestured for you to sit on her bed. “So, what is it that you struggle with?” You shrugged, “Grammar, spelling and semi colons and all that bullshit.”In all honesty you were a little scared of her. After the whole Will thing she changed, sure you never knew her before. But Barb talked about her a lot. Barb… maybe that’s why Nancy changed, you can’t judge a book by its cover after all.

After a few hours of studying you finally understood the topic and thanked Nancy. You were getting ready to leave when Nancy breeched your actions with her soft, yet demanding voice “Wait! Did you ever start the book? Frankenstein?” You shook your head. You were fairly good at reading things in a short time frame. Reading it so soon would only make you forget it later after all. But what’s a few more hours? Plus Nancy was… nice! Odd, but nice.

“For this I had deprived myself of rest and health. I had desired it with an ardour that far exceeded moderation; but now that I had finished, the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart…” Nancy read aloud. Me and her alike felt this, mutual fear but familiarness when it came to Victor Frankenstein. His creation, his child, a monster. One he made while blinded by the light of his innocence. Nancy looked really upset, so, you recommended stopping there and studying together tomorrow. She agreed.

꧁༺☽⛓ .♱. ⛓☾༻꧂

The next day at school, you questioned your teacher about why exactly you failed. “What are you talking about? You’re actually doing extremely well. After this essay, I bet your B- will go straight to an A!” You were happy, who wouldn’t be, but she called, didn’t she? You shrugged it off, mayhaps she called the wrong parent. The school was huge, it wasn’t that unlikely.

You went into the lunch room, thank god. 45 minutes of free time. You usually sat with the boys. But they weren’t there? Perhaps they were with Mr. Clarke, some science project probably. You peered around the lunchroom for a place to sit. You felt eyes burning, seemingly through your soul, you turned around to see Nancy. She wouldn’t mind if you sat there, right? Nancy wasn’t one for small talk, in fact she stayed silent as you spoke with Steve about the many hilarious ventures him and Robin got into during their summer jobs.

Robin, speaking of her… “Hey Nance!” Robin came, seemingly out of nowhere and sat on Nancy’s lap. Wheeler broke her unwavering glaze over to her. “Oh get off of me,” she chuckled. “Hey Y/N!” You waved in a reply. Right. They were dating. How could you forget.

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🦋 My Little Butterfly🦋

Nancy Wheeler x Little! Reader

You were extremely tired after a really long D&D campaign. At the time Nancy was studying, she still is.

You stumbled up to her room as she sat writing a million Flashcards. “N-nace? Is you busy?” Nancy glanced up at you peeking through the door. “Aw, I thought I heard someone flapping up here,” she patted her lap “c’mere Butterfly.”

You snuggled your head into the crook of her neck as she softly caressed your hair. “My adorable little butterfly. Did you have fun?” You nodded, a soft yawn parting your lips. “m’ sowwy if i botherd you. M gonna go home…” You began to get up only for Nancy to gently grab your hand and give it a gentle kiss. “You know you’re too little to ride your bike right now, especially at such a late hour baby.” You sat back down on her lap, wrapping your arms around her.

“Shh Butterfly, it’s okay. Mama’s here, I’m here.” As she whispered sweet nothings into your ear you couldn’t help but drifting off into a deep sleep.

“I love you baby” is the last thing you hear before you fell asleep.

Authors Note: I’m still not good at fanfic writing yet 😅 I tried my best. I regress myself but if I got anything wrong please tell me!

63 notes - Posted August 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

“My Girlfriend is a Witch!” Witch! Robin Buckley x Reader

A/N: another gift for the amazing @semishyguy! I know it’s a bit early for Halloween but shhh

☾(∩｀-´)⊃━☆ﾟ.*・｡ﾟ☽

Everyone had their suspicions about Robin Buckley, sure she was a little… weird. But no weirder than you or Steve or Jonathan. Your girlfriend had this strange infatuation with a stray in your neighborhood though, a little black cat with the widest yellow eyes you had ever seen! She named him “Y/N Junior”. The two of you never brought him into your house, primarily because he didn’t want to. But you bought him a little collar a while ago, and always gave him his favorite foods when he stopped by the door of either of your homes.

it was October 28th. Robin was lounging around the study hall and reading a book. “Hey babe! What are you reading?” Robin jumped and closed the book. “Nothing, love.” She hid the book behind her and you peered behind her. A questioning look on your face. “What book? You know I love reading with you!” She sighed and pulled the book back out. The title read ‘R.L Stien. Fear Street.’ You could’ve sworn it was a different color… and from what you saw it was a hardcover book. Not a paperback how it is now. You shrugged it off, maybe it was just a trick of the light.

You, Steve, Dustin, El, and Jonothan all went to Steve’s house to work on a project. You invited Robin but she said she would prefer to work alone. That was… a first to say the least. The two of you loved your half work- half interest rambling sessions. Then cramming everything 5 minutes before the presentation. The two of you were inseparable. Jonathan interrupted your thoughts “What ideas do you all have for our film project?” Jonathan fiddled with his camera. Dustin pulled out a lot of VHS tapes “well, you see, I’ve collected THE BEST horror movies of all time. It being October and all.” Steve rolled his eyes, “now I’ve got an idea,” Steve placed a loose piece of ribbon on his neck and gave his best ‘Hollywood accent’ “A big picture about a handsome lead role, that’s me. Finding the love of his life! A semi-secluded loner named… Breddie!” He said, picking up a piece of toast and chewing it. He gestured to El, “and then! They find and adopt a witch!” Everyone huffed an rolled their eyes.

“Speaking of Witches,” You said, “What’s everyone dressing up as for Halloween?” You looked around the room, “Well me and the boys are dressing up as Star Wars character’s. I’m Han Solo of course.” Steve shrugged “probably somebody hot. Chicks dig werewolves right?… does Eddie like werewolves-?” Everyone laughed. Jonathan broke the lighthearted tone of the conversation “has anyone noticed Robin had been acting… weird lately.” By ‘everyone’ he meant you. You shook your head and asked “why do you think she’s being weird.” “Yeah, like, more weird than normal?” Steve chuckled.

☾(∩｀-´)⊃━☆ﾟ.*・｡ﾟ☽ The Ring.

Jonathan described many odd occurrences. Robin seemingly disappearing fully between crowds, being late for something but popping up behind us randomly, and lately she’s always been reading something. You couldn’t help but agree. “Once, she got me this beautiful but extremely expensive ring for our 1 year anniversary.” You flaunted the Snake engraved ring for a moment. “But Steve, you as much as anyone knows how much the two of you get paid. Most certainly not enough to afford something like this.” Steve nodded and gestured to Eleven. “What do you think kiddo?” El paused for a moment trying to find the words, “Witch.”

🕸️🕯Later 🕯🕸️

You all considered using Eleven’s powers to spy but decided against it. Primarily because if anything bad happened Max would knock you over the head with her skateboard.

“Jonathan?” ”yeah?” ”Do you think… Robin could be like… apart of a gang or something” He stopped dead in his tracks and gave the most humorous laugh. He almost fell over. “ROBIN BUCKLEY??” You rolled your eyes, “it could explain the money, and why she’s always so late.” Jonathan nodded. “Understandable, but yet again. It’s Robin ‘Give me the newest Cabbage Patch Kid doll’ Buckley.” The two of you laughed. You parted ways as you showed up. You looked up at the house and noticed a crash sound coming from the top floor, Robin’s room. You grabbed the key Robin hid under the mat and struggled to unlock the door. You heard something fall from behind you.

“Junior?” You peered at the Yellow eyes that seemed to speak to you somehow. You shuddered and continued unlocking the door. “Robin? Baby? Are you okay?!” You shouted walking up the steps. “Yeah I’m okay!! I just erm- dropped something! My Teddy Ruxbin! You know how loud those things are!” You sighed in relief to hear your girlfriend’s banter again. “Doll! You can come in!” You opened the door, Robin’s hair was a mess. She was sitting on her bed, her window open. You closed it, shivering “Love, it’s freezing outside! You really shouldn’t have your window open, here let me grab you a jacket.” You headed towards her closet and Robin shouted “Wait!” You stopped in your tracks and turned around. “I- um- I I got you something!” You tilted your head. She grabbed your hand and gently kissed your fingers, with her other hand she pulled out a box of VHS tapes. It read “The Addams Family”. You gasped happily, you were either busy with schoolwork or your job that you hadn’t been able to catch the show while it was on. “Well I saw this, the entire collection and I couldn’t stop thinking about my little Moonray,” she pulled you onto her lap. “I would say I’m Gomez and your Morticia. But honestly Nighteyes, you are much much more ravishing.” She pulled you into a kiss, her black lipstick staining your lips.

There was still one thought on your mind, Where did it even come from? Her bag was far too small to fit it. There was no lump in her blanket… and why was Y/N Junior on the roof.

🔮🧙🏻‍♀️☾TO BE CONTINUED🕯🌙🌕

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The Heroes Doesn't Succeed

Summary: (OUAT) Imagine.

What would it be if the heroes doesn't succeed on their mission to take Henry back?

Pairing: Peter Pan (OUAT)x fem!reader

Warnings: Language.

A/N: If it's any grammatical mistake, my bad, I'm still learning. Reblog this to support my works. Enjoy!

Before The Heroes (A The Heroes Doesn't Succeed Prequel)

MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST OF MY ART

The Jolly Roger landed on Neverland with all the crew for rescuing Henry, not knowing what to expect from here or what could Pan do, but they were positive about it. After the split of the team with Rumpelstinki gone, they were trusting in the knowledge of Hook about the island with no choice and about to look after Tinker Bell with hope. Hook, Emma, Mary Margaret, David, and Regina go to the spot where Tinker Bell hides from Pan, with a surprise on the way when all see a girl with brown hair and looking helpless.

"Who are you?" Emma steps up with her sword ready to fight if this was a trap.

"I-i'm Y/N, wh-who are you guys?" She says in a whisper looking at each other with fear in her eyes and hiding her body in the shadows of the trees.

"We're not from here, we were looking for my son, Henry, Pan kidnapped him, do you know where he is?" The girl denied slowly so shy to even look at the blonde in the eyes.

"Yo-you're here to defeat Pan?" She whispers so quietly that even the others have to get closer to even listen to what she says.

"If that brings Henry back, then yes, we're here to defeat Pan" Emma says with confidence looking at her family. "Can you help us to find my son?" She says softly extending a hand to the girl.

She looks at the hand and then at the blonde's eyes, she thinks about it but she nods taking her hand. "Only if you promise me that I can go back to my family, to my home." She looks at her with a few tears appearing in her eyes.

Emma nods with the rest of the crew to accept the condition. "Sure, we can take you to your home with your family, but you need to help us too, do you know anything that can help us to find Henry?"

The girl nods shyly looking to the ground. "I know where he wants to take your son, he's taken him to Skull's Cave" she whispers.

"Why did Pan wants to take Henry there?" Regina steps in with an incredulous look.

"Because if Pan kidnapped your son is because he has... The heart of the truest believer." Everybody looks at each other with a confused look not knowing what that means.

"You have a lot to explain on the way there, we have to find here fast..." Emma says and everyone starts to walk with the girl while she tells them her story of how she got here and why is hiding from Pan.

The shadow bring the girl by mistake and Pan didn't want a girl on his island, he said to the Lost Boys that they have to haunt you as they do with the pirates that came to the island, with a little luck you find some tree where you were far enough to the camp ant and from all of them that you can live a little bit calm since only Pan knows how to get out of here, but you have to hide when you want to look for food or even went out of your little home in your tree. Emma and the others listen to the girl and given her their support and confirming that she will be back home when everything is over.

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Pan finally tricked Henry to give to him the heart of the truest believer, he was known as the most powerful of the island and the little kid was dying so slow. When all were back to the camp looking for Pan, Felix didn't want everyone to say anything about where they can find him, but the girl knows all the spots that Pan has on this island since she was running from them. She, Emma, Mary Margaret, and Regina went to a tree where Pan must be in the meantime. When they got there, the enchanted tree tied up all of them to the trunk of it, with Pan appearing besides it.

"Well, well, well... What do we have here?" He looks at every single woman in front of him with a smirk on his face. "Don't you even try to fight with me, this tree will protect me when I'm still taking all the power of Henry's heart".

"This damn tree will not prevent me from taking my son's heart from you!" Emma yells at him with anger.

"Oh, it will, you see... This tree it's enchanted, it's powering up from the repentance of all of you". He laughs at them looking at every single one of them. "The repentance of the mother who abandoned him eleven years ago, the mother that abandoned her daughter in a new land by her own, the girl that repented hearing the shadow and coming here on this island, and you..." He looks at Regina with a smirk that correspondence with confidence.

"I've tricked and killed people, I put a whole spell on all the land killing a lot of people, getting everyone to forget where they come from and I would do that again because that gets me, my son and that's the only reason I am here for." She let out the spell from the tree and everyone was free, she took a step closer enough to get Henry's heart from Pan's body, letting him fall to the ground dying slowly too. "Now, let's go safe Henry." She says with a smile on her face.

She took a step forward and a red aura make her fall unconscious on the ground letting go the heart from her hand, the girl quickly took the heart and look at the other two womens there.

"What are you doing?" Mary Margaret says with a shocked look.

"I'm sorry, but I can't let you guys take this heart..." The girl put the heart back in Pan's body with the fearless look of the womans.

Pan gets up with a smirk and caressed her cheek softly. "Thank you, love".

"But... I thought that Pan was looking for haunting you..." Emma says incredulously.

"It was all an emergency plan, just if the original plan doesn't go well". The girl said with a smirk on her face.

"You have magic..."

"Indeed, I have had magic since I was born, so my magic doesn't depend on Neverland".

"Then why do you do this?" The girl interrupted her. "Because I'm going to do everything I can do to save the love of my life... I know you can understand since you planned to stay on the island with your prince". She looks at Mary Margaret with a mischievous smile.

"You guys won't win, this is not over..."

"Oh, it is". Pan smiles happier than ever. "You see... If you two don't go from my island, I will kill you, and you can reunite with Henry in the other life".

Emma denied quickly with tears in her eyes. "No! You can't take my son from me!" She screams at the couple in front of her, with her mother letting go of the tears from her eyes.

"I'm so sorry but I already did". He smirks and the blonde tries to kill him with her sword, but before she can reach the boy a green smoke covered the place and everyone was gone when the smoke disappeared.

(***)

You hug him from behind and let a kiss on his back, while he turns around and takes your cheeks on his hands to place a kiss on your lips, a hungry kiss that you are happy to correspond.

"My beautiful queen, you're ready to dominate all the land and be the powerful queen you are?" He whispers on your lips with a smirk appearing on your lips too.

"Always my king". You respond to the whisper and both of you look at the view of Neverland ready for their king and queen to be the most powerful people on this and every land of the world.

Guess the heroes didn't succeed this time...

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haitaniapologist · 2 years

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ALL THE LITTLE STARS OF MY HEART.

pairings — knight! kakucho x maid! female reader.

genre — fluff, and a tiny bit of angst because of the appeal of a good drama in a period piece.

warnings — an unhealthy obsession with using dashes instead of commas, sentences with strange structures and grammatical errors because english isn’t my first language, a bit of suggestiveness at the end but no actual smut, teeth-rotting fluff, yearning, insecurities, typical society rules of the regency.

word counting — 11.6k

tagging — @tooweirdforyou @aetheriaess @etheralyonn @lonnie19 @sincerelyraylene @chronic-claire-universe @sanzu-s @aqualesha @winterv-black @softbajis @withlovetengen @mianavs @markedsweetly @wakagucciii

notes — absolutely crying because of this. first of all, this beautiful au belongs to my dear aria (@/aetheriaess), so all the credits goes to her for this amazing idea of kakucho being a knight. also, another big thanks for her, hal and em, who are my guinea pigs and are always listening to my late night ideas and reading my snippets (i love you guys, really). as for the ages, everyone is 21+, but i didn't think too much about it. enjoy!

likes, comments, reblogs, asks, everything is appreacited !!!

it all started when kakucho first laid his good eye upon you.

he remembered it to be a sunny day. the castle was buzzing with servants running around, making preparations. it was the day izana, his king, was going to welcome yuzuha and hakkai shiba — the exiled siblings of the new king of black dragon — in tenjiku, and give hakkai a dukedom. the decision had been made as soon as a letter from yuzuha arrived in the kingdom, seeking refuge from the claws of her tyrant brother. kakucho was in the meeting when it was decided that they would now be new subjects of the kurokawa dynasty. yuzuha's wisdom and hakkai's strength would only benefit the kingdom and its alliances.

as the head of the royal guard, kakucho was in charge of overviewing the safety of the castle. he knew taiju shiba — and he wouldn't be surprised if the now king would try an attack against his siblings. the knight didn't know how the relationship between the three were, but from what he read from yuzuha's letter, it wasn't good.

he sighed, hearing a guard announce the arrival of the shibas. he was the one supposed to escort the siblings to the meeting room where izana was expecting them, alongside some counselors and his fellow knights.

approaching the carriage, kakucho noted that it had another person that they weren't expecting — he could see the silhouette of someone he seemed as a woman, and when he opened the door to help yuzuha get out of it, it was like someone put a spell on him.

you bewitched kakucho at first glance.

he blinked his eyes slowly, thinking, at first, that you were a mirage. it could only be. you were perfect. from the way your hair framed your face, or the way your cheeks flushed or how your lips opened slightly by the intensity of his gaze — kakucho was sure you were the embodiment of the goddess of beauty, made only for him to look at.

yuzuha's smile went unnoticed by him, but not from you. “oh, kakucho!” his trance was cut by the new duchess's honeyed voice, and he — without wanting to — tore his eyes away from your frame, looking at the siblings. hakkai was taller than he remembered, and kakucho was sure he would be a good knight. “i'm sorry for not warning you and king izana about y/n coming with us.” she apologized, and kakucho saw how you lowered your gaze. “she's my personal maid, and i couldn't leave her there. i hope you’ll understand.”

he nodded, helping lady yuzuha to get out of the carriage after hakkai did. “of course, your grace. his highness did the same for me once.” he murmured, and yuzuha gave him a grateful smile. when the lady was already on the ground and gushing over her younger brother, kakucho's attention returned to you. “my lady.” he offered you his gloved hand, and the knight cursed the formality of the situation. what he wouldn't give to feel your skin touching his?

you took it with clear embarrassment shining on your face, and that only made kakucho's heart beat even more quickly.

“thank you, good sir.” your smile, even if it was a small one, could rival the full moon in kakucho's eyes. before you could take your hand away from his, he lifted it to his lips and pressed a chaste kiss there.

“call me kakucho, lady y/n.”

—

it was easy to be lady yuzuha's personal maid.

she wasn't snobby and arrogant like the other nobles you knew and, knowing her since childhood, you two were more sisters than anything else. she always made sure that you were comfortable in the places she took you, and looked after you like she did with hakkai — and used to do with taiju. it still saddened you to think about what happened to the shiba siblings. you four grew up together in the shiba state, all laughing and pranking the adults, until it was just you, yuzuha and hakkai — with taiju becoming more closed off and aggressive. there were many times you helped your lady to clean her face after she protected hakkai from her older brother's rage, and your heart ached for them.

but you were just a maid, and you could only watch from the sidelines.

“y/n, what do you think about the lilac dress for the ball?” yuzuha asked while you brushed her light brown hair, and wondered what lilac dress she was talking about, as she had a ton of them. “to match the king's eyes, to show we're loyal to him now.”

king izana was kind. you never met a royal as kind as him, and you wondered what difficulties he endured to be like that. “you have a ton of lilac dresses, my lady. i think that light one you ordered from lord takashi would be perfect.” you offered your opinion, finishing to style her hair the way she liked.

yuzuha hummed. “it is really a beautiful dress, is it not?” she got up from her seat, and you bowed your head, soon looking back at her. “but what about you, y/n? what color will you use?”

you felt your cheeks heating up. “m-me, my lady?” you usually didn't go to balls, as a staff member. taiju would probably have your head if you appeared in one of his, and even though you always dreamed of wearing a beautiful gown and style your hair with precious gems like you did with yuzuha, it wasn't your place to do so.

you were just a maid, a maid that was lucky to call her lady a friend.

“yes, you.” yuzuha answered, already walking to her wardrobe. “maybe you should wear light pink, y/n. it matches kakucho's red eye, and everyone will know you're looking for a husband.” she started to search for a pink dress — the color of the unmarried ladies looking for a husband — but you stopped paying attention to her when she mentioned kakucho.

the head of the royal guard was the only thing you thought of, and yuzuha knew that very well. since the day you arrived in tenjiku he haunted your mind and dreams — his kindness was something you never saw before, and he was beautiful, with his black hair and two colored eyes. you've heard some other staff making fun of him because of his scar, but that wasn't a hindrance for you developing feelings for him — on the contrary, you wanted nothing more than to stroke it and pamper his face with kisses. it was what he deserved, though you wished to know the story behind it.

but kakucho had a bright future as a royal guard, and you were just a maid. what you could offer to him?

nothing, and that thought made your heart break every time you were in his presence.

“look, y/n, i think this dre—” your lady's voice was cut by a knock on the door, and you promptly went to open it, being met with the son of the head cook. you smiled down at him, and he handed you a paper.

“your secret admirer asked me to deliver this for you, lady y/n!” the young boy chirped, soon running down the hall. you stayed dumbfounded at the door, not believing what he was saying.

yuzuha rushed you inside the room again, smiling widely at you. “someone has a secret admirer!” she hummed happily, and you handed the letter to her. you didn't know how to read — the shiba patriarch made sure that none of his servants knew how to write or read, too afraid that they would riot against his violent ways — but now, you wished you did.

“dearest y/n,

words can't describe what i feel you for. when you smile at me, i feel like the stars are beaming down at me.

i wish that someday you'll look at me as more than a friend.

until that day, i'll love you in the shadows.

your secret admirer.”

yuzuha giggled after she finished reading it, and your cheeks were so hot that you wondered if you had a fever. who could it be? you didn't know you had caught the eyes of someone in the castle and, deep down, you wished it was kakucho. yuzuha gave you a knowing look, giving you back the letter. “i know what you're thinking. i am sure it is kakucho, you don't need to worry.”

“lady yuzuha! you can't say things like that.” you chastised her, but your heart was hammering inside your chest. you heard your lady laughing at you, and you blushed even more. “i wish i knew how to write so i could write an answer for them.”

yuzuha nodded. “i am sure kakucho would appreciate it.” she winked at you, making you sit at her bed while she chose a dress for you to wear the ball. you just whined at her words — you couldn't let your hopes high. you shouldn't. kakucho only saw you as a friend.

“how can you be so sure it's him, my lady?” you asked, eyeing her and the amount of dresses she was taking out of her wardrobe, suspiciously.

she handed you a pink dress that she never used before, and you basked at how beautiful it looked with the embroidery and pearls. “because i know it, y/n.” you watched as she started to look for jewelry to complement it. “don't you trust me?”

even though yuzuha had put you in so much trouble in the past, you would trust her to guide you to the ends of earth. “of course i do.”

“then ask him to tutor you with reading and writing, so you can write a response for your secret admirer.”

—

kakucho was restless.

even since he paid the cook's son to deliver you the letter, he couldn't concentrate on anything else. did you like it? did you know it was him or he still had the mystery element?

at first, he was slightly against the idea.

it was ran who suggested it, too annoyed with kakucho's endless pinning after you. it was clear that you were in love with him too, but kakucho was always dwelling in his hatred for his appearance, thinking that you deserve someone better than him, that he never noticed how your eyes lighted up with love and adoration every time he entered a room you were in. but it didn't pass unnoticed by ran — and rindou, and mochi, and mucho and their king too.

the knight sighed for the nth time, his good eye frantically looking for a sign of you. he hadn't seen you since last night, at dinner, and while he knew you were tending to yuzuha's needs, it was time for you both to get breakfast.

“why is my sister and y/n taking so long?” he heard hakkai complain even as the chats of the other knights filled the room, and he almost nodded in agreement. “and his highness is late too.” hakkai murmured, and he gave him a small smile. it was that time of the year again, and kakucho knew his king was mourning the death of his brother.

but before he could answer his new friend, you and yuzuha entered the door, your lady's arm intertwined with his king's. kakucho's eyes were in your face as soon as he got a glimpse of your eyes, and he noticed how flushed your cheeks were, making you look even more beautiful. was it because of his letter?

and you were effortlessly beautiful, too.

you sat in front of him, and it took everything of kakucho to not keep his eyes glued in your form. to drink in the way your hair was styled, or the amount of skin your simple dress cut showed, or how your eyes were still glistening with sleep. izana's voice, saying they were allowed to eat, took him of his daydreams and he began to eat his breakfast.

he noticed that you weren't eating as much as you usually did, and that worried him. did you not like his letter? of course, you didn't know it was him, but did they make you uncomfortable? he didn't wish for that. it was ran's ideas, saying it was good for him to express his feelings on a paper.

you smiled at him, and kakucho cursed inside his head when you noticed him staring at you. he smiled back, turning his attention to what his king was saying, failing to notice the faint blush of your cheeks. but before he could engage in the conversation near him, he heard your voice.

“do you know how to write, kakucho?” you asked with uncertainty in your voice. of course he knew how to read and write — izana wasn't like yuzuha’s and hakkai's father. he was a better boss and king than the ones you ever saw.

your question took him by surprise. “i do, lady y/n.” you adored the way your name left his lips. “i hope i'm not crossing any boundaries, but why do you ask?”

you felt your cheeks warm, too embarrassed to admit you didn't know how to. but the wink yuzuha gave you was what you needed to have enough courage to follow through with her plan. “you see, i… do not know.” your eyes fell down to your plate the moment you saw sadness pouring from his good eye. “and i've received a letter today that i want to answer, but i don't know how.”

oh. so someone else was reading them for you — kakucho knew it wasn’t a good plan.

the few moments before kakucho answered were too much for you, and you quickly added. “i've asked my lady to help me, but she's too busy with his highness because of the festivities, and she said you have a wonderful lettering.” returning your eyes to kakucho, your heart raced at the sight of his flushed face. “and i was hoping you could help me, if it isn't too bothersome.”

it was his dream coming true.

of course, his blood was still boiling with anger to know how mistreated you were by yuzuha and hakkai’s father — you were a precious gem in kakucho’s eyes, and you only deserved to be treated like royalty. as much as he wanted to know more of your past, kakucho knew he was going to take his horse and ride to black dragon, just to teach taiju a lesson about how to treat his staff. but the way you blinked at him, expecting his answer, ground him, and he knew you wouldn’t like it if he did that — so he would take the opportunity the gods were giving him to be closer to you with open hands. kakucho smiled, and he wished you wouldn't find it too horrendous. “i would love to help you, my lady.” the smile you gave him was going to be kakucho’s fuel for the rest of his day. “just say when you have free time.”

you opened your mouth to speak, but yuzuha’s voice beat yours. “oh, kakucho! i was just speaking with his highness and we just decided to give a day off for you two!” her voice was too sweet, and he hoped you didn’t see how izana winked knowingly at him. “you two can even spend the day together, isn’t it wonderful?”

you blushed under your lady’s words, and cursed having such a close friendship with her. you loved yuzuha, you really did, but when she put something on her mind — that being playing matchmaker for you — she wouldn’t back off. “if it isn’t a bother for him, my lady. kakucho have a lot of duties besides being the head of the knights.”

it was the time of the king to smile at you, and you noticed how kakucho squirmed on his seat. he probably had a lot to do and your lady’s idea was just something that was going to disturb him. “nonsense, lady y/n. your company would never be a bother for him.”

kakucho gave you a forced smile, knowing that all his friends were with their attention glued to the scene in front of them. “then it’s settled! but let's finish our breakfasts first. hakkai needs to eat before his training.”

kakucho’s eyes softened seeing you giggling because of yuzuha’s words. it was going to be a long day, but if he was going to spend it with you, he knew it would be one of his favorites.

—

the breeze was warm, but your body was hotter than normal.

it was because of kakucho's proximity, of course. yuzuha suggested that you two take a stroll in the gardens — it was a lovely day, and she knew how much you enjoyed seeing the flowers. it reminded you of your lady mother, who used to be yuzuha's mother's personal maid before both of them died, just like yourself is now to the only shiba daughter. it was a tradition, it seemed, but you never thought about being anything else.

“you said your mother liked flowers?” kakucho asked curiously. he didn't remember his parents — they died in a carriage accident many years ago, and he was taken by the king to be the squire of the late captain of the royal knights — but the love that dripped from your voice when you spoke about your mother made him wanting to remember, so he could have something in common with you.

you nodded shyly, averting your eyes to the path before you. “she was the one responsible for the design of the gardens in the shiba's state.” your mother had been a kind woman. your father was a knight, too, and he died in a war before you could have memories of him — but you never cared much about it. your mother's love was enough for you. “they used to be my favorite place back there.” you stopped in front of a bunch of hyacinths, remembering how your mother used them to adorn yours and yuzuha's hair with such flowers when you were children.

kakucho noticed the longing in your eyes looking at the flowers, and he promptly kneeled to take one off the flowerbed — he knew the gardener was going to be mad at him, but the way you looked at him while he placed it behind your ear was enough for him to bear any punishment. his hand dwelled more than it was necessary in your cheek, and kakucho felt how it warmed under his fingertips. “i hope you grew to enjoy our gardens as you did back in black dragon, my lady.”

he was too close, and you didn't know what to do. you couldn't understand who said he wasn't beautiful — under the sunlight and with his hair down, kakucho looked like a mythical hero, and you wished to be his damsel. you hoped the hyacinth, which was delicately placed behind your ear, was proof that kakucho hoped that too. “your company is enough to make me enjoy them more than i used to at my homeland, my lord.” you smiled sheepishly at him, intertwining your arms again. “can we go to the library? the sun is starting to be too hot for my liking."

he could only nod, starting to walk a path he knew by heart. kakucho was no lord — he couldn't grant you everything he deemed you to be worthy of, but he knew he was willing to go to the ends of earth just to make you happy. that feeling was consuming him, and you didn't even know how much he loved you. just a glimpse of your figure was what ignited him to train harder, to make his job better — and having your smile directed at him was what he aimed to earn every day.

the walk to the library was filled with small talk.

you both took the opportunity to know each other better. you two didn’t had the right set of circumstances before to be alone like that — you were always with yuzuha, and, if kakucho wasn’t with the king, he was with his friends. both of them made you nervous. the king, for obvious reasons. although king izana was a kind man, you were too low-born to stand at his side as if you were equals. and the knights — well, they were too intimidating. ran, mucho and mochi were too tall and had scary faces. rindou was quieter and you two probably had a more compatible personality, but the scowl that he wore on his face always made you uneasy.

and kakucho, well. he was too in love with you to function like a decent human being, and he didn’t want his friends to make fun of him. his face, too, was an obstacle — he knew what was said about him behind his back, and kakucho didn’t want to taint your reputation by being seen with you.

the smile you gave him when he helped you in your seat calmed his nerves, and you looked oddly cute being surrounded by the books he brought for you to practice your reading and writing.

“which things do you know how to write?” kakucho asked, trying to not look at the exposed skin of your clavicle. why dresses need to have such necklines?

you pouted, ashamed of your poor skills. “my name and surname, and basic things.” you admitted, writing it in a blank paper. “it was what my mom managed to teach me before lord shiba discovered.” you still remembered how he punished her — you never heard such screams in your entire life, but your mother always said that she would do it again and again.

kakucho watched in awe as how your hand did the movements to show him what you knew. “i don’t think you need help with lettering, my lady. yours is beautiful.”

you felt your face warm at his words. “but i want to write an answer to my secret admirer, kakucho. how can i do it if i don’t know how to write my thoughts?”

widen eyes watched mesmerized how kakucho's cheeks gained a reddish color, and you almost thought that he was having a fever. but before you could say something, he regained his composure. not in his wildest dreams he thought of receiving an answer from you. “maybe i can… maybe i can write down your thoughts and you copy them.”

you nodded excitedly while he took the pen from your hands.

—

“my dearest secret admirer,

why do you want to hide in the shadows? i am no dog, therefore i do not bite. so do not be afraid of expressing your love for me — it'll be my greatest honor to receive your affections in daylight.

waiting for your response,

the holder of your affections.”

“she’s more poetic than us.” rindou murmured, his glasses in the tip of his nose. kakucho watched as you asked the cook’s son to deliver your paper to the person who asked him to deliver one to you that morning, paying him with a small coin and a kiss on his cheek, before meeting his friends again. he told them everything that happened, but, seeing the mischief glint hooding izana’s and ran’s eyes, he wished he hadn’t. mochi and mucho weren’t holders of a strong opinion towards his affections, and rindou was the reader of their little group, so kakucho turned to him for inspiration. “are you really sure she doesn’t know how to read?”

“absolutely.” he answered in a heartbeat, good eye still reading and reading what you wrote down with his guidance. “she probably heard poems from lady yuzuha.”

rindou nodded. “then, what you want to write?”

ran giggled and kakucho swore he was on the verge of committing a crime.

“do not even start.” kakucho cut ran and izana off, knowing what they're about to do — imitating the both of you, with exaggerated gestures and change of voices.

mucho’s voice resounded inside the room. “do not get me wrong, kakucho.” the younger man was curious to know what his quiet and strong friend had to say, because he was less inclined to tease him. “this pining of you and lady y/n, as much as it’s sweet to see, it is also infuriating.” kakucho saw how everyone murmured their agreement to mucho’s words.

“it is obvious that she loves you, my friend. why are you so insecure?” izana asked, his hand resting on his childhood friend’s shoulder. it was obvious as to why kakucho was insecure, and his king knew that like the palm of his hand — but izana found his reasons to be bullshit, as you never, not once, said anything bad about his appearance. maybe about his habit of not cleaning his boots when he was in a rush to get back to the castle when he was outside, but never about his appearance.

kakucho sighed. “it’s easy for you to say, my king.” his good eyes scanned the room while rindou wrote some of his ideas down. “to any of you, actually.”

“care to elaborate, my dear kakucho?” ran asked, and the younger man knew it was a genuine question.

he took a deep breath. kakucho was about to share one of his deepest insecurities, that only izana knew about. “all of you come from great families. ran is a duke, mucho’s a viscount and mochi is a baron. rindou the brother of a duke, izana is king and i’m an orphan.” even if his parents were alive, he wouldn’t have any title of nobility, or a state. “i’m just the captain of the royal guards, i can not offer to y/n what she deserves.”

“and what does she deserve?” it was mochi’s time to ask.

“everything.” kakucho rested his forehead on his palm, too embarrassed to look at his friends. “she deserves to be the lady of an important household, to have a beautiful summer state to raise our children, she deserves to have the prettiest jewels and the most comfortable pillows. you all can offer that to her, and what can i?” nothing. he couldn’t offer you anything he said.

too lost in his own head, kakucho didn’t notice the way an idea seemed to pop inside izana’s head, but everyone else did.

“the next letter is ready.” rindou announced, a smug smile on his face.

“my dearest y/n,

you deserve nothing more than the whole world. you’re the most precious jewel to have graced earth, and you only deserve things that suit such a title.

and i can’t give them to you yet, that is why i will stay in the shadows.

but when i managed to do so, expect my love to rain upon you like water rains upon the hyacinths in the garden.

until then, i hope my letters will be able to show how deep my feelings are.

your secret admirer.”

—

you and kakucho maintained your little meetings every day until the ball. he would make the cook’s son deliver your letter in the morning, and he would help you write an answer before dinner, and receive it at midnight. you didn’t seem to suspect it was him, but lady yuzuha always smiled too sweetly at him every morning when you gushed to her about what your secret admirer had to say that morning.

but the ball and the tourney in honor of prince shinichiro’s memory was coming, and both you and kakucho had many duties to attend — but that didn’t mean you stopped seeing each other. he always made sure to leave a hyacinth in the door of your room, and you were always packing a snack for him when he had duty outside the palace walls. it was those little interactions that made the love you both felt for each other to flourish even more.

yuzuha became your main source of help when writing answers to your secret admirer, and it was good to have the surprise element again, kakucho thought. he missed spending more time in your company, but the patrols around the castle were taking more of his time than they used to be, and he knew it was izana’s paranoia speaking for him. it had been ten years since prince shinichiro died in a battlefield — ten years that the region lost one of its more honourable men, and someone kakucho admired like he never did to no one. maybe prince shinichiro’s friends — king takeomi from brahman and his two counselors, count wakasa and duke benkei — were on the same level, but he wasn’t as close to them as he was to shinichiro. he and izana were brothers, so that meant that kakucho was an honorary member of their little family.

however, shinichiro’s body was now six feet under the ground, and kakucho had to deal with patrolling the castle walls because izana thought burglars would try to steal his brother’s favorites and rare flowers — blue roses.

kakucho couldn’t wait to win the tourney and crown you queen of love and beauty. you never attend a tourney like that before and, in past years, kakucho used to crown mucho’s younger sister just to tease ran. maybe all the teasing he was receiving was payback for that time, but ran changed since she left tenjiku to be princess emma’s companion, in toman, the neighboring kingdom. kakucho couldn’t wait to put the crown of blue roses in your locks and proclaim his love for you.

and just like kakucho, you couldn’t help and feel anxious — but for the ball. you never went to one before, and yuzuha was gushing over you like a mother would do to her unmarried daughter. a new dress, new jewels, people to do your hair. your lady wanted you to be the most beautiful woman that ever set foot in kurowaka’s ballroom, and she would do anything.

poor hakkai was her guinea pig, helping you to learn how to dance properly and how you should act in front of unwanted men. there would be a lot of creepy lords that would try to woo you, and she was ready to show you how to decline them with grace, but crushing their egos while doing so.

but you wanted nothing more than to just dance with kakucho, if he danced, that is.

—

to say you were nervous was a lie.

you were almost exploding, but yuzuha’s arm, intertwined with yours, and hakkai’s looming presence behind you two, was a reminder that you would never be alone.

when your lady said you were going to be the most beautiful lady that ballroom ever saw, you weren’t expecting how you were looking. your pink embroidered dress was something that you could never afford in your life, made by the hands of yuzuha’s — and the whole region — favorite stylist: lord takashi mitsuya. he really outdid himself with the piece you were wearing, and the jewels the king presented to you were more than you could even ask for: a gold necklace and tiara, with pearls and rose quartzes being the gems adorning it. yuzuha even said she was sure kakucho was the one who chose it, but you couldn’t believe her. it was just a king gift of the king, since that was your first ball. you hair was made to the style of the fashion, with curls hanging on each side of your face, but the rest of your hair was pulled in an intricately-made bun. the gloves you were wearing were made of the finest silk, white as a snowy day, and your heels were more comfortable than you thought they would be.

it was too much, but you couldn’t help but giggle like a child when you entered the ballroom. it was beautifully decorated — courtesy of yuzuha’s female gaze, king izana said. the room was decorated with light pink hyacinths and blue roses, lit by the yellow lights of the candles, and it was the most beautiful room you ever saw in your entire life.

but the first person you noticed was kakucho.

he stood tall at the side of the king, wearing a white blouse and the black suit men his age were supposed to, his hair loose and perfectly styled to the back. he looked like royalty, and you could spend the whole evening just looking at him. you averted your eyes to yuzuha’s form as soon as you saw kakucho looking back at you.

kakucho’s heart missed a beat when he saw you.

you were more beautiful than normal and, as always, fashionably late, accompanying lady yuzuha. he didn’t even have words to describe your beauty — if he thought that you, with simple dresses and hairstyles, was the embodiment of the goddess of beauty, now you were her. you came down from the heavens, and he wasn’t worth enough to be graced with your sight.

izana pushed him in your direction, winking at him. “go on, kakucho. dance with her, like you always dreamed about.”

but he wasn’t the only man looking at you. you had almost a line of lords wanting to speak and dance with you, and hakkai was scaring them off. you seemed overwhelmed with all the attention, and he saw how yuzuha was trying her best to calm you. but he was a familiar face, and he noticed how your features relaxed when he got near you. “may i…” he started to say, before a rude voice interrupted him.

“may i have this dance, lady y/n?” the voice belonged to choji, a low ranked knight that kakucho always needed to put in his place.

with a defeated sigh, kakucho was ready to leave — how could you not accept choji’s invitation? he saw you two talking before, and it seemed you were good friends. and he looked much more in place inside the ballroom, with fancy clothes and hair styled back, than kakucho could ever look.

“i think sir kakucho asked me first, choji. i am sorry.” you smiled apologetically at him, and kakucho, even in his shocked state, managed to extend his hand to you, and you took it tightly.

you two reached the dance floor in a comfortable silence — kakucho still stunned that you wanted to dance with him, and your heart hammering from you sudden boost of confidence — and you felt kakucho’s warm hand positioned in your higher back, where the dress fabric didn’t cover, while one of yours was on his clothed shoulder, the other being held by him in the position of the dance.

the music started, and it was like it was only you and kakucho in the room.

your eyes were glued on his, and his on yours, and even when you were on your back, you still turned your head so you wouldn’t break eye contact. it was intense, and you felt as if you were looking at a distant star. you two were in an intimate position, the dance made exclusively to lovers, and you could tell apart the shades of red that his good eye had.

kakucho was the most beautiful man you ever saw, and the way he was holding you — gentle, but possessively tight still — made your heart hammer in your ribcage. you found yourself facing him again after a spin, and the smile he gave you ignited a flame inside your heart.

you liked his smile. it showed how happy he was to be alive.

“you look beautiful tonight.” he managed to say, before the music ended. “another one, lady y/n?”

you nodded, smiling at him, getting in formation again. it was a more lively dance, more suited to friends or family, but you didn’t care. you were having so much fun dancing with kakucho, and you didn’t even notice when the typical five dances that a lady should dance in a night went by.

before you two could engage in the sixth, you heard yuzuha calling you.

“you’ve already danced five times, y/n!” she scolded you, but her tone was more lightweight than angry. “or does that mean kakucho wants to be your husband?” your lady wiggled her eyebrows, and both you and kakucho blushed at her implications. “i am just joking. but i think you should drink something and eat a bit, y/n. i’ll return her soon, my dear kakucho!”

you waved at the knight, a lovestruck smile adorning your lips, while you followed your lady — who was looking down fondly at you. she was happy to see you having so much fun. you deserved only such things in life, after all the hardships you went through. losing your mother, having her father as a boss, and being treated like scum by the other staff because of your mother’s “treason” — she did nothing more than just disagree with what lord shiba and taiju were planning.

kakucho soon found himself surrounded by his friends, all of them asking things about you.

how was the dance? what did you two chat about? is her skin as soft as you thought it was? you two danced five times, does that mean you’re courting her? when it’s the wedding?

he tried to answer his friends with his sincere thoughts, but somethings were only for him to know — how good your body felt pressed against his, how your hand held his tenderly, how you smelled so intoxicating that kakucho was sure no other smell could compare, not even fresh jelly tarts. and his eyes never left you. no other man was bothering you for dances or useless chats — the five dances were proof enough that kakucho already had his eyes on you. but that wasn’t his plan, to begin with. just one dance would be enough, but you two were like magnets.

and his heart was aching for not being in your presence for too long.

he excused himself and made his way to where you and yuzuha were at. kakucho didn’t care if he was going to just stand there and listen to you two chatting — he needed to feel your warmth or just hear how cutely you laughed, and that was enough. he couldn’t ask for more, and he was happy with anything you would offer to him.

your heart, too, was aching to not be in his presence, and yuzuha noticed how your eyes would drift from the delicacies to where kakucho was standing. you couldn’t help yourself — he was extremely good-looking wearing a suit instead of his typical armor, and you didn’t want any other woman to look at him and reach the same conclusion. and you knew they did, and you hoped the five dances were enough to keep them away from him.

smiling knowingly at yuzuha, you waved at her when another lord asked for a dance, and her place was soon occupied by kakucho. “i hope i am not being a bother.”

“of course not, kakucho. you will never be.” you answered, feeling more confident around him than you ever did. “do you want some delicacies? i think i have never eaten something as delicious as them.” you offered them, and when kakucho agreed, you unconsciously started to feed him. it was an intimate gesture that you could hear yuzuha’s former etiquette professor fainting and screaming at you for doing in public, but, like when you two were dancing, you felt as if it was just the two of you inside the ballroom.

the rest of the night went smoothly. you and kakucho stayed seated together, chatting, laughing and eating, sometimes being joined by yuzuha, hakkai or any of his friends, and you felt as if you finally found the place you belonged. in the shiba state, you were always walking on eggshells, afraid of offending anyone and being punished by your smallest mistakes — now, in tenjiku, you felt a freedom to be yourself you never had before. and kakucho was one of the main reasons for that. the knight always made sure that you were comfortable where you were at, and to be in his presence made you feel safer than you ever did.

“y/n?” he called you after ran left to dance with one of the many ladies that were throwing themselves at him, and you noticed how his face had a tinge of worry on it.

kakucho wanted to make his intentions known, that he wanted to court you and then marry you, but he was afraid that he had read the signs wrong. you didn’t know he was your secret admirer, nor he was good enough to show his feelings in public. maybe the five dances were just you trying to get away from dancing with other men — who you didn’t know who they were or what their intentions with you were — and maybe you just saw him as a friend.

but before he could say anything else, izana started the expected speech he was supposed to do.

“i hope everyone had a night.” his king started after the claps calmed down. “as you know, this ball and tomorrow's tourney are in the memory of my older brother, crown prince shinichiro of toman.” his voice didn’t had the same melancholy it had in the years prior, and kakucho didn’t know what to say. you grabbed his hand, and he looked surprised at you. “my brother taught me everything i know: from how to be a good ruler, to how to court a woman. though he wasn’t the best at doing that.”

the ballroom was filled with soft chuckles. everyone knew how horrible prince shinichiro’s way with women was.

“but he also taught me to help friends in need. i can’t overlook how conflicted my best friend is now.” was izana talking about him? he felt how you squeezed his hand, and his heart melted at the gesture. you were trying to comfort him, without even knowing what izana was talking about. “my friend thinks he’s not worthy of the lady he loves, and, because of that, i announce that our kingdom will have another dukedom.”

kakucho felt how izana’s words made you slowly loosen your hold on his hand, and he didn’t know what to do. his heart was beating quickly inside his chest, but he couldn’t form any words to say that the woman izana is talking about was you. it had always been you.

“i announce the creation of the hitto dukedom, led by the one who stayed by my side with a loyalty i never saw before. come, kakucho, our newest duke.”

you dropped kakucho’s hand and fled the ballroom as soon as izana finished his speech, leaving kakucho surrounded by people he knew since he was a child, but feeling more lonely than he ever did.

—

of course.

of course kakucho didn’t want to court you. izana’s words made it very clear — it was a noblewoman, the holder of kakucho’s affections, and that was why he needed to be made nobility. it hurt, knowing that you weren’t enough for him. because you thought you were, with your whole heart. the way he seemed to smile and laugh more with you, how he danced five times with you and stayed at your side the whole night.

you were just a friend. that’s all.

you cursed yourself for thinking otherwise, to think that you would live a love like your mother and father had. it was too good to be true — you and your mother were maids of a shiba lady, and your father and kakucho were knights. your mind was too glossed by a fantasy you created on sleepless nights that you didn’t notice the signs that everything was just that. a fantasy.

“y/n!” you heard yuzuha calling for you, and you stopped in your tracks, being engulfed by her arms.

and you broke down.

yuzuha hugged you tightly while you cried for your foolishness, for the love you thought you were almost having, for all the feelings you had for kakucho. it wasn’t fair, was it? maybe if you were a noble lady, just like yuzuha, he would like you better. but you were just a maid, someone that was born to serve and not be served, someone that the surname didn’t matter. if your mother had married someone else instead of your father, maybe kakucho would like you more than just a friend.

your lady led you to your room, her hands bringing the comfort you need. she helped you to undress and loosen your hair, and you almost laughed at how your positions changed.

she tucked you under your covers, and you smiled weakly at her. “kakucho is surely a fool if he does not love you.”

you whimpered, a new flow of tears glossing your vision.

“i will talk to him.” she stroked your hair, getting up from your bed. “but try to get some sleep, my dear y/n. tomorrow is a new day.”

you just nodded, trying to not break down in sobs again when yuzuha left your room.

—

kakucho knew izana meant well with his words, but the way he paraphrased his speech could be interpreted as if he was in love with a noble lady.

and that was probably what you thought.

he rushed to your room, but kakucho knew he was late. after izana’s announcement, he was too dumbstruck to do something. because he couldn’t believe it — he was going to be a duke! him, the orphan and scarred knight, a duke! it didn’t make sense. but then, as someone from royalty, he could give you everything you truly deserved. he could pamper you with all the riches of the world, with all the things neither of you two had growing up. he could treat you like the special gem you were.

but would it be worth being made a duke if you weren’t there to be the first to congratulate him?

when he turned to look at you, in the ballroom, expecting to find you giving him one of your smiles that left him breathless, he saw your running form, with tears streaming down your face. and he was paralyzed, because he didn’t know what to do — and then the nobles came to congratulate him.

he didn’t had a need for being a duke if you weren't going to be his duchess.

he would trade everything — all the riches in the world, the offer to be made a god, a kingdom, everything — just to be with you.

kakucho reached the hallway of your room, breathless — chest rising and falling while he breathed, but every time he inhaled, it hurt. it hurt to know that such a good night didn’t end in the way he wanted. it hurt to know that you were crying because of him, and he couldn’t do anything.

but instead of being met with his own company, yuzuha was in front of your door, a look on her face that kakucho never saw before. “i will be short, kakucho.” her voice was stern, and kakucho gulped. he could win in any fight yuzuha tried to pick with him, but she looked like a mother scolding her son after he did something bad. “do you love y/n?”

he didn’t hesitate to answer. “yes, of course i do!” he whispered, a hand running down his face, frustratedly. “do you think i care about anything but her?” he asked, almost desperately. “i give up on my pride and asked the help of my friends to write those letters for her, because my love was suffocating me. if i loved her less, maybe i would be able to talk more about it.” kakucho would set the world on fire to see your eyes lighting up, he would fight the gods so your life would only be filled with good things.

it was as if you two lived many past lives together. the thought of being the cause of your distress, of hurting you, of losing you, tormented him to the point of feeling his heart hurt physically.

how many lives has he lost you to be feeling this way now?

yuzuha’s hand on his shoulder took him from his thoughts, and kakucho noticed the warm wet patch on his cheeks.

“she loves you too, you know. that’s why she left the room.” she explained. “she thinks you’re in love with a noblewoman, and she doesn’t want to be in your way to happiness.”

“but my happiness is with her.” kakucho protested, and he felt like a child fighting with their older sister over a broken toy.

yuzuha chuckled. “but does she know that?”

no, you didn’t.

“tomorrow, kakucho. tell her everything after crowning her the queen of love and beauty.”

—

the tourney was buzzing with people, and you felt a headache coming.

you didn’t sleep well last night. after yuzuha left your room, you tried to fall asleep, but tears and your thoughts kept you from it. you tried to not think about kakucho, you really did — he loved someone else, and you would only bring more despair for yourself if your thoughts kept wandering to him — but he was stuck in your head. the way he smiled, how he laughed, how warm his hand was in your skin. kakucho engraved himself in your mind, like he was a sewing thread in a piece of fabric, and you couldn’t find the end of it to end such torment.

you thought that maybe sleep could have bring a remedy to your situation, but kakucho was even in your dreams last night. you couldn't escape him.

but avoiding kakucho, in person, had been an easy task. as the king's champion, he was preparing to fight in the tourney, so you could eat breakfast in peace — but everyone was giving you a weird look. was it because you left the ballroom running? apparently, everyone bought your little story of not being well — you weren’t used to balls, and had drank too much, leaving the room to not embarrass kakucho after the king’s announcement.

then why ran called you ‘your grace’ when greeting you?

you tried to not dwell too much in it. it was the tourney’s day and, even if you were fighting with your feelings for kakucho, you were worried about him.

yuzuha’s hand on your thigh prevented you from shaking it too much, but you’re sure your lower lip would be swollen. you never saw a tourney before, and you didn’t even know what things happened there, but just from watching the inexperienced knights falling from their horses made your heart race and worry to bubble in your heart.

hakkai seemed to sense your distress, and gave you his boyish smile. “do not fret, y/n/n. kakucho is the best knight i ever saw, and a better swordsman than big brother taiju.”

you could only nod.

the buzzing of people chatting amongst themselves was becoming a bit too much for you to bear, and before you could excuse yourself, the announcer announced kakucho’s name. he was going to fight the winner of the last fight, a knight from the kingdom of toman that you couldn’t remember his name.

kakucho appeared in all his glory with his shiny armor, and your heart skipped a beat. he nodded at your direction, and you averted your eyes to your lap, still a bit hurt to look at him properly. you actions made the knight’s heart ache, but he understood why. he hoped that his gesture after winning the fight would be enough for you to believe his feelings.

the fight started, and you were on the verge of having a heart attack. every time kakucho’s horse crossed the sides and his spear touched his opponent's chest — hakkai told you the winner was supposed to touch his opponent's chest five times — you heart raced even more. he was skillful with handling his horse and manoeuvring it so his opponent wouldn’t be able to touch him, and his spear was like an extension of his arm. when kakucho touched his aim for the fourth time, your heart was almost in your mouth — but, in the blink of an eye, kakucho’s horse got scared by something, and he fell out of it.

everyone was silent at first, and a cry of his name, which left your mouth, broke it.

“kakucho!” you got up from your seat and made your way towards the fighting arena, discarding your heels in the way to make you faster. you cradled his face on your lap, noticing how it was bleeding a little, and your worry grew. maybe it was just a concussion, but the sight of his blood made you sick.

rindou was the one who managed to make the horse calm down, while ran and mochi were making sure that the animal didn’t come near you two. mucho was shouting at the toman knight, and you called for the eldest haitani. “we need to take him to his room, ran! i’ll be able to take better care of him there.”

he nodded, and you and mochi helped him adjust kakucho on his back. you could see how angry izana looked while talking to mucho, and the last thing you saw before entering the castle were guards taking choji to talk with them.

“care if i ask something, lady y/n? do not be offended by it.” mochi broke the silence, and you nodded. “do you know how to take care of his injury?”

“i…” it wasn’t your life to tell others about, but you knew you shouldn’t lie to them. “lord shiba wasn’t a good father, and lord taiju inherited his aggressive ways from him.” you opened the door to kakucho’s room, and if it was another circumstance, you would be blushing just by being an unmarried woman in the room of an unmarried man. “lady yuzuha used to take all the punishments to preserve lord hakkai. i was the only one who treated her injuries.”

the two knights remained silent, and you took a seat beside kakucho after ran laid him down on his bed. “can you bring me fresh cloths, bowls, water and alcohol?”

“yes, of course.” ran was the one who answered, and you sighed when the door was closed.

you didn’t notice you were holding back tears until you looked at kakucho’s sleeping face and, for the second time in less than twenty-four hours, you were crying about him. his injury wasn’t anything serious and he wasn’t going to die, but you were scared. you never saw someone falling from their horses, and it wasn’t a sight you didn’t wish to see again.

your fingertips started to trace his scar, light as a feather to not wake him. kakucho was a work of art, and you couldn’t understand who badmouthed him because of his scar or his milky eye. every time you looked at him it was like constellations were bursting, and fires were dying, and the whole damn world felt terrifying — but kakucho was like an anchor, something that reminded you that you were safe.

he fluttered his eyes, and you retracted your hand, and he pouted. “don’t stop, my lady.”

you blushed at how intense his red eye was looking at your face. but you did not deny his wishes, but this time your hand started to stroke his face.

“you scared me so much, kakucho.” you whispered, a few tears falling down your eyes.

he chuckled. “it was not my intention, y/n. but i think someone sabotaged my horse.” kakucho said weakly, one of his hands wiping away the tears that were falling on your cheeks gently. he didn’t remember very well what happened. his horse wasn’t an agitated one, and he always obeyed him.

you nodded, and he smiled at how you leaned into his touch as if you belonged there. because you did. “it was choji. i saw the guards arresting him.”

“he was probably jealous because of yesterday.”

yesterday.

you suddenly broke the skin to skin contact you two were having, almost leaving the bed, but he held your wrist — gently, but at the same time demanding. you let your feelings cloud your mind to the point of forgetting that you weren't the holder of his affections. that the way he was looking at you meant nothing, because his mind was always thinking of someone else.

“do not go.” he whispered, and you pouted. it wasn't fair to you, to your feelings.

“k-kakucho, please, y-you're a duke and i… i am just a maid. i-if someone sees us like this, you will have to m-marry me.” you tried to reason with him, but the hold he had on your wrist demanded you to stay. the words hurt to say, but they were the truth. kakucho was now a duke, and you couldn’t be a stone in his path to happiness. his eyes were, too, demanding you to stay — you never saw that emotions on them, as if your departure would physically hurt him.

“my dearest y/n.” kakucho started, his mind thinking about the only thing he could do to make you stay. “i do not want to love you in the shadows anymore. i am tired of being a coward, of not being able to hold you, to kiss you or to call you mine.” he dropped the hold of your wrist, his fingers traveling to your hand, and bringing it to rest where his heart was. beating, and beating for you. “then, please, accept my feelings. do whatever you want to do with them. my heart is yours — yours to command, yours to love, yours to break. you can break it a million times, and i will gather the pieces so they won't hurt you and crawl back, because being without you hurts more than having my heart shattered to pieces.” kakucho pressed your hand against his chest gently, and it took everything on you to not cry. “i love you.” he brought your hand from his chest to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to your knuckles.

“your secret admirer.”

you just kept your eyes glued to him, speechless. yuzuha was right then, kakucho was your secret admirer, but you still couldn’t believe it. it was too good to be true — what izana was talking about then, of him not feeling worthy of the woman he loved? why didn't he feel worthy of you? because when you looked at him, you saw everything you always desired — a good man, someone who didn’t care for people’s titles or surnames, someone that was kind, someone who was strong and hardworking.

before you could say anything else – to confirm to him that his feelings weren’t one-sided — the door opened and you both returned to your original positions, with kakucho starting to pretend he was asleep once more.

“he is still unconscious?” mochi asked amused, because the blush on your cheeks told otherwise.

you nodded, taking the supplies from his hands. “y-yes! he woke up a few minutes ago and i said he could go back to sleep.”

the older knight smirked at you, and you chuckled uncomfortably.

“i will leave you two to be. just don't do the thing before marriage, are you hearing me, kakucho?” mochizuki teased, and kakucho opened his good eye.

but you pressed one of your fingers on kakucho’s lips, to prevent him to speak any further, and started an endless bickering with his friends. “of course, mochi! kakucho is a gentleman, he would never do that.” you answered, smiling at mochi who was closing the door.

“be careful of what you say, my lady.” you heard kakucho whispered while you prepared a bowl with alcohol, and another one with water.

you scoffed. “let me treat your injury first, my good sir. then we can talk.”

kakucho did what he was told to, hissing and cursing when the alcohol stung on his injury. it could be even worse — kakucho saw so many lords falling from their horses who didn’t survive or that had broken a lot of their bones. his fall ended just with a cut on his temple. another scar to his collection, but this one was being treated by you.

and your hands were so gentle on his skin, cleaning the dried blood and sanitizing it, making sure that it wouldn’t infect and become worse. he almost slept again by your ministrations, but he wanted to look at you. to memorize your face, to encrave it on his brain. but his insecurities were starting to eat him from inside, and he held your wrist once more.

“kakucho…”

“stop my torment, lady y/n. say something, anything, to my confession. break my heart if you want, it’s yours to do as you please.” please, love me. it was what he wanted to say, but the words got stuck on his throat. you deserved so much more, so much better — not the jagged pieces of the broken man kakucho was, because, in the end, they would only cut and draw blood from you.

but the way your eyes were looking at him said that you were willing to put him back together, to mend the broken pieces and make him a functional man again with your love.

all you wanted to be was his moon, so you could show him all the little stars of your heart — that shined for him, and only for him.

after cleaning your hands, they found their way to cup kakucho’s face. “i am no lady, kakucho, and i’m sure i’m not worthy of a duke as yourself.” before he could protest, you continued. “but i love you, and i think this above all the societal rules.” he leaned into your touch, melting in the warmth of your skin. he never felt such happiness on his life before — to know the holder of his affections also loved him was something he never experienced before, and hearing i love you leaving your soft lips was something he needed to hear everyday.

you pressed a gentle kiss on his forehead. “you should rest a little more while i prepare a bath for you, alright? tomorrow a doctor will come to see how your injury is faring, i hope.”

“alright.” he answered, trying to get up to get a better view of you.

kakucho could never be bored while looking at you. every time he did, he discovered something else — like how you twirled a strand of your hair when you were too absorbed in a conversation, or how you fidgeted your fingers when you were too worried or nervous.

when the bath was ready, you helped him get up to reach the path, turning your back when he started to strip himself from his clothes. they were dirt with mud and grass, and also with a bit of his blood. he chuckled when he noticed you fidgeting your fingers, and he couldn’t help finding you too adorable. kakucho hissed when his skin touched the hot water, and you hurried to take his clothes from the floor.

“stay.” he commanded, his hand catching your wrist again.

“let me put your clothes somewhere else. i’ll be back quickly.” the knight watched as you discarded his clothes near his door, walking back to the tub and taking a seat in the corner of it.

kakucho intertwined your fingers again, finally allowing himself to relax. your free fingers were stroking his hair, and he could die now — because he would be the happiest man to cross the river between life and death. “tomorrow i’ll properly start to court you. expect flowers and gifts at every hour.”

you giggled. “you don’t need to, kaku.” the nickname was both sweet to say and to hear. “just a stroll in the gardens will be fine for me.”

“but not for me.” the determination lacing his voice startled you, but you smiled nonetheless. “you deserve that i give you a wedding ring made of stardust.” kakucho whispered. “you deserve a piece of the moon to illuminate your room instead of candles.” with every word, you leaned down and kakucho raised a bit from his seating position to get closer to you. “you deserve rose—”

before you knew it, you lost your equilibrium and fell inside the tub. the warm water wetted your light blue dress, and kakucho’s arms helped you to steady yourself. “i-i am sorry…”

but instead of reprimanding you, kakucho laughed. it was just like when you two were dancing in the ball, but you could hear it better. the sound made your heart flutter — it was like a child’s laugh, and you couldn’t help but laugh alongside him. the giggles were bubbling in your chest before you allowed yourself to laugh fully with kakucho because of your clumsiness.

it was when the laugh died down, however, that you noticed the reality of the situation.

kakucho was naked, and you were on top of him.

you squirmed on his lap, trying to get up, but he held you where you were with his strong hands. “if you keep squirming, i will not be able to control myself.” his head fell on your shoulder, and you held you breath. you could feel the warmth of his skin emanating from him, and you didn’t know if your face was hot due to embarrassment or from how warm kakucho was.

“kiss me.” you whispered, and he happily answered your wishes.

you both were inexperienced, but kakucho had the awkward tenderness of someone who has never been loved before, but was willing to try for you. his lips were soft and his chest was sturd, and you gasped when he pinched your hips. kakucho took that opportunity to deepen the kiss, exploring your mouth and trying to engrave the sensation on his mind — he wanted to know everything about you, the sound you’d make when you two consumed your marriage, the faces you would make when he was pleasuring you. kakucho wanted to know all your sins, while you wanted to know what was plaguing his mind day and night, ready to fight it to see him happy.

the kiss was broken for the need of air, and both you and kakucho were with reddened faces and swollen lips. you kissed his scar, and he sighed with the feeling of your lips on his scarred skin.

“i love you.” he whispered against the skin of your neck, his lips trickling the sensitive skin there.

you kissed his forehead again. “i love you too, kaku. i think i should get up be—”

“i told you two to not do anything before marriage!”

—

“how duke life is treating you, my dearest kakucho?” ran asked his friend, knowing very well how boring it was. “if you ever need guidance, just ask me.” the older man winked, a glint of proudness shining on his violet eyes.

it was the day when kakucho was going to test his wedding suit. king izana gave him and you the marriage ceremony and the feast — as well as a summer house and a trip to the beautiful beaches of brahman — as a gift, and yuzuha and hakkai the clothes. they said it was the least they could do for you two, but kakucho felt everything to be a bit too much. if he had his ways, he would have a private wedding, just you, him, his and your friends — he couldn’t wait to finally call you his wife.

he tensed when lord takashi did more adjustments to his suit. “don’t be nervous, your grace. i’ll make the suit the most comfortable you ever wore.”

kakucho nodded. “how did y/n look in her dress?” he asked curiously, because he couldn’t help himself.

“i can’t say, your grace. but she will be the most beautiful woman you have ever seen.” the tailor answered, while he finished his ministrations. “you can get back to your clothes again.”

you already were the most beautiful woman kakucho had ever seen.

he and ran returned to the king’s study chatting about the war, between toman and rokuhara tandai, that had just finished, their opinions not diverging from each other — lord south tried to pull the same move king taiju did, but he wasn't expecting brahman to run and help toman as soon as word reached king takeomi’s ears. the man was a beast in the battlefield, and he was nicknamed ‘god of war’ for a reason. south didn’t believe it, and was defeated by the sword of both kings.

izana smiled at kakucho when he and ran entered his study, the other knights already chatting with each other.

“what happened?” ran asked his younger brother, taking a seat next to him in the round table. kakucho did the same, but beside his king.

mucho was the one who spoke. “we will have a wedding to attend that isn’t our dear kakucho’s.”

the man in question raised his eyebrow. “whose marriage?”

“king takeomi is to marry lady kawata. his invitation arrived today, all of us are to go.” kakucho and ran looked shocked at the king, and izana chuckled.

“wasn’t she prince haruchiyo’s betrothed?” ran asked, visibly entertained by the family drama. kakucho wanted to know more too, but at least he had more decency than his friend and fellow duke.

“we can’t fight matters of the heart, ran.” he answered, happy that takeomi finally found happiness, and his mind drifted to you. how happy you always looked when he visited you and did the most mundane things, how flushed you would become when his hand touched yours, or how beautiful you would look in your wedding dress.

he couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life — and all the others he would have — at your side.

#hitto kakucho x reader #kakucho x reader #kakucho hitto x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x reader #kakucho fluff #— june writes.

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eyes on your test

pairing: professor!wanda x student!reader

warnings (18+ only): smut, fingering, spanking, oral, hair pulling, mommy kink, age gap (r is 18+), orgasm denial (please let me know if i’ve missed any!)

a/n: okay my smut actually came out really well so here’s another one but shorter

summary: you skip your test and wanda decides to punish you

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class had just ended and your teacher miss maximoff had just dismissed everyone from class. well, everyone but you. you decided to show up late to class and miss the test, so now your professor was making you skip lunch to take the test.

“miss y/l/n, you decided to show up late to my class and miss the test so here, you will sit here and take the test for however long it takes you. and no i don’t care if you’re late for your next class, you are to finish this test like a good girl.”

“yes miss maximoff” you say taking the test from your professors hand. you pull out a pen and get to answering the questions. you sat there thinking through all the answers, the questions did happen to be really hard. nothing you had learned so far. you were going to struggle. and as if anything worse could happen your teacher decided to walk near you and lean over your test. you wouldn’t admit it but you had a thing for your teacher. what was a small thing had soon become a big thing, to the point where your professor was in your head all day. her standing next to you wasn’t helping at all. if anything it added to the pressure of acing your test.

seconds later you could feel fingers tracing down the front of your body. long fingers started from your shoulder to your stomach. shivers traveled down your spine and you could feel a pool start to form in your underwear. “wh-what are you doing?” you stutter out looking at your teacher.

“eyes on your test darling let mommy do her work.” your teacher says continuing to touch you. your hands started to get shaky and your writing is all over the place. “you know honey, i’ve heard you once or twice moaning out my name from your dorm, touching yourself in my class. such a filthy slut aren’t you, and its all for me isn’t it sweetheart” your professor says moving her fingers down to your underwear. you blushed as she made her way down. the next thing you knew your teacher had pulled you over her lap and your bare ass was visible to her. you whimper wanting her to touch you more than anything.

“now baby, you’re going to tell mommy why you missed her test, otherwise you’ll make your punishment worse”

“m’sorry miss max-“ you were cut off with a harsh slap on your ass.

“what did you just call me?” she says sternly

“i’m- i’m sorry, i meant mommy” wanda spanks you 2 more times before encouraging you to speak.

“what are you waiting for slut, tell me why you missed your test?” she says spanking your pussy once.

“mommy i was, was getting ready and finishing homework” wanda spanks you until you’re her preferred shade of red, then without a warning plunges 2 fingers into you. you moan at the sensation, “my little slut is so wet for their mommy hm?” your professor didn’t waste anytime letting you adjust to her fingers and starting thrusting them at an extremely fast rate. you moaned and whimpered getting close to your release, you clenched around your professors fingers which didn’t go unnoticed. miss maximoff felt you clenching around her fingers and just before you were about to come, she pulled out her fingers.

“what the fuck! i was about-“ you are silenced with wanda forcing her fingers in your mouth making you suck them clean.

“tsk, tsk honey you should know better than to talk like that to mommy, we don’t want another punishment do we?” she forces you on your knees and unzips her pants letting them slide to the ground.

“eat.” was all she said, you took this as a sign and started teasing your teacher. you swirled your tongue around her clit kissing it before kissing and nipping at her thighs lightly. wanda got fed up with the teasing and shoved your head into her pussy suffocating you, you didn’t mind though. you wanted to please your teacher, and you decided to listen to her and not be a brat for once. you licked a bold stripe up her pussy before shoving your tongue in her and eating out your teacher. to say she tasted good was an understatement, you knew she would taste good, but this. this tasted like candy. you could hear your teachers breaths getting heavier “fuck, oh, oh fuck y/n” she moans, her moans getting progressively louder by the second. you plunge into her faster using your thumb to play with her clit. wanda tugging your hair every once in a while making you mean. “fuck y/n i’m going to-“ you teacher comes all over your face and boy did it taste good. wanda releases her grip on your hair and her breathing slowly evens out. she pulls you into her lap and starts marking your neck. “you’re mine kitten, no one else’s” she says

“what about the test miss maximoff?” you say looking back at the desk you were just working on

“don’t you worry about that darling, and its wanda or well whilst we’re alone at least,” she tells you. you slowly fix your clothes asking her for your panties.

“i’ll give them back to you next time, who knows maybe next time you’ll get my strap”

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hey! i have a tiktok imagine lol

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Everyone was in their respective cruiser. You were lucky enough to ride shotgun in the open wrangler, taking in the warm breeze that swirled around the island bay.

It was a another routine date night but with the whole gang in tow. Jensen wanted to hit up a local pub that was hosting a League of Legends night - whatever that meant. The only thing you were absolutely sure of was that the drinks were strong and the food was plentiful which is why almost everyone acquiesced.

So when day turned to night, you came out of being a switchboard attendant and eagerly awaited for your goof in variant disguise to arrive while you chose to be in your best ascribed element.

You were hyper focused on your phone camera; eyeing the bang out "make up" job, courtesy of Aisha who by way took assault of your face.

Apart from the camo and Franklin Sport stickers, you demised a different aesthetic this time.

With bewilderment, you donned partially red glossy lips, pouty and plump which came in contrast with the light smearing of skin tint that radiated your natural beauty. Aisha had perfectly curated this façade and you were slightly beheld by her talents.

You definitely owed her some liquid cocaine. Maybe at some fraction or another.

"You're over your head aren't ya Buzzy?" Clay hoists up his forearms against the doorframe and leans into the Jeep, snarling as per usual. You manage to scoff at him, keeping your phone pressed against your chest and away from his vices.

Buzzy. That was your given pseudonym, an onomatopoeia for a bee. You were meant to be drilling mind noise, fracking on the enemies weakness and sometimes being a rueful distraction. At least that's what Clay thought of you.

"Not for you to leer. Is there something I can help you with?" You snap politely at the de facto leader.

"Yeah why him?" Clay was meant to be your adversary but instead he wore his frayed heart on his sleeve and made it abundantly known as to how much he wanted you all for himself.

"Here we go again." You sing and groan.

"Oh what now. You really think he's it for you?" Clay gets up in your face, nearly stealing your air and encroaching your personal bubble. You smell the stench of fresh Corralejo reeking his vernacular and that explained for all the inundated bravado.

You scrunch your nose up at him, unable to further palpate the ardent odor. "I'm not looking to be with a synthetic Alpha. Or at least the makings of one." You stifle with high ground.

"Oh hoh, hoh! Is that what you think of me darling?" He bends back on his knees and ducks at your advances with forced laughter.

"What is your deal chapo?" The discordance you both shared was passive aggressive and felt at the pews.

"One day, y'hear me." He opaquely reminds you, eyes darkened with unyielding pursuit.

"Nay say."

“What is that damn boy up to? And Coug? He should know better.” Roque fusses impatiently, you don’t bother to look his way as he came up from the sunroof. "Seriously?"

“Ayo Y/L/N! He’s talking to you.” Pooch scrounges on your neglect.

“I know as much as you do, Poochie.” You answer while fixated on posing up in front of the camera.

"You are just like him." Pooch hisses after hearing another iteration of his nickname. Clay pats him on his shoulder, reaffirming his pity with a calming gesture. "God I hate it here."

"You'll be fine." Clay pulls a toke from the joint that was idly being passed around.

The drug was starting to wear on and you were facing an empty industrial complex where Jensen had his hideaway tech lab. No one was allowed in so you all had to wait it out.

And what was supposed to be a 10 minute wait turned into an hour long debacle, each second was clawing on someone's nerves.

"Hey hey, I'm so sorry about that. Picked up a game of Battleship and then after that I got caught up in the bathroom." Jensen arrives out of breath while yanking up his fly in the process. Cougar shook his head and mentioned something in Spanish while approaching Pooch who instantly dabbed him up.

"Don't tell me you still gotta jerk off when you have her around?" Roque scintillates with confusion as the whole gangs snickers.

"That wasn't it." Jensen sternly spouts while denying the half truths. “No I just had to really—“

"A release is still a release my guy." Pooch offers over him on the side, thwarting his partner as a reminder.

"You're right. There's never really a time and place is there?" Roque adds lowly as everyone else scatters.

"Alright gang let's head out." Clay enforces while he reluctantly looks to his little lady friend in the passenger seat. She's pretty and good enough for him, not his first choice and definitely not Aisha but still a reasonable fuck. They were both chatting away while you’re accompanied by your regular, one who doesn't pick up on social cues all too well but does his due diligence.

"I am so ready to League of Legends up in this bitch!" Jensen is amped as he swings right into the drivers seat. He breathlessly puckers his face while glancing at your sunken form. You're dressed like Lara Croft, wearing nothing but a low cut black tank and some denim shorts.

Jensen feels the wanton heat as he quickly licks his lips with devotion before starting up the jeep that rumbles and jolts back to life.

“Hey you.” He awkwardly greets you with a twitching smile.

You eye him up and down, wordlessly chiding him for his tardiness. "Unbelievable."

"What? I'm here now." He exasperates with a grin, knowing your exact torture and the whole play by play. "Also, I wasn't jerking off by the way. I just had to really pee... like a race horse."

"So he says." You merit while holding up your phone camera again. You pretend to fix your hair and blot your lips, tiring out a bored look on your face. Jensen frowns and studies your high strung schlump as he reverses out of the vacant lot.

"Can I get a kiss at least?" He goads you while turning the wheel around. You distractedly stick your lips out for him and he eagerly smacks his mouth against yours for a quick peck that settles with the dust.

“Actually that wasn’t enough, c’mere.” He playfully contemplates, bracing your jaw for another bruising kiss.

This kiss lasted more than a fraction of a second and when you both pulled away Jensen was left all bashful, shoulders rolled back to confer his doings.

"That's more like it." He triumphs, manually cranking the gear shift with a beaming mega watt smile.

"Mhm yeah." You repulsed under your breath while using the back of your hand to swipe your mouth and rid his kiss, as a joke.

"You're kidding me." His face dropped. You ignored him and went back to scrolling through your phone. "Did you just really do that?"

"What's going on JayJay?" Pooch intercepts through the built in walkie.

"I can't believe you!" Jensen squeaks as if you had kicked a newborn puppy into the throes of time and space. Or even worse stomped on his gaming PC which he took the liberty to name it Yolanda.

"Seems like there’s trouble in paradise. Can't trust these two shakers." Roque quips from his piece. "Hey Cougar you might wanna stall a tracker and run it while you can."

"On it chief." The quietest member pledges to get his task done and it's the first and last time you hear of him.

"That's it... I'm taking a detour guys." Jensen curtly informs his teammates with vengeance and you snap him an incredulous look. "I don't know through what way, just don’t ask!”

"What the heck!" You holler, tightly gripping onto the armrests as your boyfriend accelerates on a high speed conquest.

"Great we got Scully and Mulder on the run." Clay states with displeasure even though you are the prime recipient of his contempt.

"We'll be there." You prompt into the intercom and they all laugh boisterously, each vowing a 'yeah right.' "Just re-route us back, Jake. Jake! Oh my god.” You growl into the palm of your hands.

"Have fun you two." Aisha got it. Jensen coyly smirks, wiggling his brows at you while fully releasing his foot on the gas and almost swerving right into a ditch as he tries to woo you.

"I'm gonna die you guys!" You loudly profess to static noise.

“And what a way to go!”

Jensen shakes his head before he veers off, yanks down the gear shift and parks up on the sideroads. He turns his body to better face you, one hand on the wheel while his other arm is draped over the leather seating behind you. "Now how about we try that again."

"We're not doing this right now." You caution him the minute you catch your breath.

"Why not?" He turned off the running ignition just to sing to you. "Whyyyy not."

"Because Steve Perry do you see where we are?" You flail your arm around at the desolate backroads, somewhere in the countryside where the street lights were shot out and not a single soul was heard by.

"You two are on Sideroad 50, just 4 miles away from Chuck and Murrey's Roadhouse." Cougar makes the conscience effort to relay this information and you tsk at his meandering capability. “We should be expecting you in about 20 minutes?”

“Can’t say.” Jensen makes a funny thinking face and taps a finger against his chin.

"Thanks Coug, that'll be all." You boom begrudgingly, undoing your seatbelt and going into attack mode.

"Anytime mija." Once his partner clocked out, Jensen flipped the switch and you immediately caught him off guard by holding him back and jumping into his lap in a matter of seconds.

"Oh."

"Is this what you had in mind?" You straddle him with your head tilted to the side while his pawing hands gripped the divot between your hips and the swell of your thighs.

"I don't know Buzzy you're going to have to do a lot more than- oof." He groans the second you lift your bum and roughly ground back into his crotch, trying to situate yourself in the open qualms of Roque's getaway Jeep.

"OK so I had that coming. Not that I don’t mind.” He whined, pushing his glasses back up and keeping them from slipping down the bridge of his sweaty nose. “This is great. Y-You’re great.”

"Mhm." You murmur a little too sweetly as he rested his head back, attempting to fiend off a growing erection that you feel thaw at full mast.

You pressed insinuatingly hot, open mouthed kisses down the column of his neck, consolidating the entire mishap and eager to ruck up an orgy.

His hands kept you firmly planted as you indistinctively ground into him, rocking back and forth, building up your inner release along with his. Your kisses are ravaging him and in order to suppress his deep seeded moans he began to sprout nonsense.

“Did you know you that you are 13.8% more likely to die on your birthday. I wonder what the ratio is like when you're having sex?" His Adam's apple bobbed down and back up again as he gulped, clearly riddled with anticipation.

"Wouldn't you like to know." You huffed while trying to pull off his belt with haste. You needed to feel him, raw and wholly. So you spare him a heads up before his cock got encased, impaled and sodden. “Now if you don’t mind…”

“Abso-fucking-lutely. You don’t need to ask me twice babes.” He huzzahs with a faltering laugh, helping you help him by undoing his cargo shorts. "Oh thank god I went commando!"

And so for the rest of the night, it's missionary. He bottoms out in you, spewing more trivial knowledge while trying out all sorts of back breaking positions. The pub doesn't miss you but you sure as hell make the most out of the awkward backseat fucking that happens around a nearby ditch; ensuing the fun until one of you gets paged by Clay.

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wandaromanova · 3 years

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an angst blurb where reader finally confesses to nat after years of being friends, but then she rejects reader, telling her that she's already met someone and is very happy w that s/o, and reader just feels numb yk? she can't control her tears, she's very hurt. the ol' unrequited love troop. thanks!

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You were in deep shit. Okay, that sounds dramatic, but it’s true. It’s heartbreakingly true.

You had fallen in love with your best friend and teammate; Natasha Romanoff.

That may not seem like a bad thing, but it really is. You tried your hardest to keep yourself from falling for the redhead, but the heart wants what it wants.

And your heart wanted Natasha to be yours more than anything in the world.

You’ve been friends with the assassin for three years now. You had met her when she went undercover as Tony’s assistant. You guys instantly clicked.

You both had the same sense of humor and same morals and outlooks on life. You were two peas in a pod and everyone knew that.

Even after you found out her real identity, nothing changed. You had only grown closer, especially after you were both recruited as Avengers.

You’d spend many nights with Nat, and you couldn’t help but love her. Honestly, no one could resist her. She was the epitome of an amazing person and a gorgeous soul.

She cared so deeply for everyone. Whether she’s known you for years or for a few minutes, she never hesitated to be there for anyone and everyone.

You’d refrained from telling Natasha how you felt. You’d done a pretty good job at concealing your true feelings, until one night.

You both had been sitting on the couch, watching tv and eating pizza. Of course, there was vodka involved and you had accidentally let your repressed feelings out.

“I love you.” You slurred out to the redhead. Her head snapped from the tv to face you. Her eyebrows were scrunched up as she had an unreadable expression on her face.

“No, you don’t. You can’t.” Natasha’s nonchalant response hurt you. You stared at her in disbelief as her green eyes locked onto yours.

“You can’t tell me how to feel, Natasha. I love you, I’ve loved you for years now.”

You said sadly as tears threatened to escape your eyes. You had a feeling this wasn’t going to end well for you, and you were right.

“You think I haven’t noticed? I’ve known for years, but I never said anything because I don’t feel the same way.”

Okay, ouch. You didn’t know that she knew. You thought you had been so good at keeping your feelings at bay, but you guessed that you were sorely mistaken.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I have been dating Steve for over a year now.”

Your eyes widened at the revelation. She has been with Rogers for that long and you didn’t notice? She didn’t tell you? You were best friends and you guys usually told each other everything… or so you thought.

“Wh- why didn’t you tell me if you knew how I felt? Do I mean that little to you?”

You were angry. Angry with Natasha for never acknowledging your feelings and angry with yourself for falling for her in the first place.

“No, it’s the opposite of that, Y/N. I wanted to spare your feelings.” Natasha showed a small ounce of sympathy as her eyes softened.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I don’t want your pity, Romanoff. I wanted your honesty. God, I guess old habits really do die hard.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

You abruptly stood up, completely done with this conversation. Your tears were falling rapidly at this point. The realization that your fear of rejection was justified cut through you like a knife.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Natasha asked defensively as her eyes followed your every movement.

“You know exactly what I mean. You don’t have to be a double agent throughout every aspect of your life, Natalie, Natasha, or whoever the fuck you really are at this point.”

You mentioned the alias she had used when you first met her. Natasha’s eyes flashed with a pang of hurt.

You aware that Nat was just doing her job back then, but you were hurt. You wanted to cause her some sort of pain. You wanted to see if your feelings and thoughts actually mattered to her.

You stood in front of Nat, eyes connected with one another. Your irises were laced with anger and tears, but then they faded to a look of indifference as your tears abruptly stopped.

“Friends don’t standby and disregard each other’s feelings. You’re not my friend, I guess you never really were.”

You didn’t have the energy to feel anymore, you had grown numb. You weren’t quite sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing, but right now, you would say it’s great.

You turned around and walked away from the Russian who remained still in her seat.

You couldn’t feel anything anymore. Natasha had acted oblivious to your feelings when she knew.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

You felt like she had purposely led you on.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

But you didn’t care, not at this moment, anyway. You were numb, but most of all, you were done; done with Natasha Romanoff.

She was your best friend, but now she was simply a colleague. Nothing more, nothing less.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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just-dreaming-marvel · 3 years

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It’s Always Been You ~ 148

OUT OF TIME MASTERLIST

IT’S ALWAYS BEEN YOU MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 1,800ish

Summary: the battle continues....

Notes: You must read Out Of Time in order to understand this. The chapter numbers continue from Out Of Time.

The fight was raging on as Clint ran through the battle field, the gauntlet and Stones with him.

“Cap!” He called over the comms. “What do you want me to do with this damn thing?”

“Get those Stones as far away as possible!” Steve ordered.

“No!” Bruce exclaimed. "We need to get them back where they came from.”

“No way to get them back. Thanos destroyed the quantum tunnel,” Tony added.

“Hold on!” Scott interrupted. “That wasn’t our only time machine.” Suddenly, the song La Cucaracha began playing.

“Anyone see an ugly, brown van up there?” Steve wondered, going to higher ground to try himself.

“Yes!” Valkyrie answered. “But you’re not gonna like where’ it’s parked!”

“Scott, how long do you need to get that thing working?” Tony asked.

“Maybe ten minutes,” Scott responded.

“Get it started,” Steve said. “We’ll get the Stones to you.”

“Not until this is finished,” Y/N said. “I need to be able to channel the Stones.” She was blasting the creatures attacking her to bits, trying to reach the Stones.

“Well hurry! You have ten minutes.”

~~~

Dr. Strange was finishing up a group of Chitauri when Tony landed beside him. His helmet disappeared as he came closer to the sorcerer.

“Hey. You said one out of 14 million, we win, yeah? Tell me this is it,” Tony begged.

“If I tell you what happens, it won’t happen,” Strange responded.

“You better be right… Just tell me if Y/N lives.”

“She demanded the same information about you. And I can’t give you what you want either.”

“I just need to know if she survives this. I don’t care about myself or anyone else, I just need to know about Y/N.”

“I cannot tell you.”

“Then promise me you’ll do everything you can to help her and keep her safe.”

Strange sighed, his heart aching the in familiarity of the conversation. “Of course.”

~~~

Y/N was trying to be careful with the amount of energy she was using. She knew that she needed to save up for a more crucial moment that laid ahead. As she fought off the army, the gauntlet was being tossed around to whoever was the safest for it at the moment. Y/N could hear the voices of who had it in her ear, but she was far more concerned with the battle in front of her.

“Rain fire!” Thanos’ voice boomed across the battlefield.

Y/N inhaled sharply and looked up at the ship that was preparing to fire. Y/N flew up as they began to fire. She quickly noted at one hit Wanda, flinging her away from where she was fighting Thanos. Angry, Y/N flung her arms out and a giant force field formed between the battlefield and the ship.

“Y/N!” A few voices exclaimed.

Tony flew up, hovering beside her. “Honey, I’m right here. You got this.” He could see the strain on her face as she tried her best to protect everyone. “Let me know when you need me and I’ll be right here to catch you.”

All Y/N could do was nod. Tony rushed back down to join the others.

“Uh, is anyone else seeing this?” Rhodey said.

Strange looked over, noticing that water is rushing from the broken dam. Flooding the battlefield. He hurried over, using his magic to stop the water. While he focused his magic on the water, Strange looked up to see how Y/N was holding up. The force field was still taking fire and Y/N seemed to be handling it okay. But there was really no way of telling from down there.

Y/N had her eye clenched, with really no idea of how she was doing what she was doing. But she knew she couldn’t stop. Taking a shaking breath, Y/N peeked her eyes open to seeing the ship’s cannons change direction. Shooting at something in the sky.

“What the hell is this?” Sam wondered.

“FRIDAY, what are they firing at?” Tony asked.

“Something just entered the upper atmosphere,” the AI answered.

A bright light of thundering energy came surging down as Carol Danvers flew through the ship. The ship exploded, crash-landing into the lake.

“Oh, yeah!” Rocket exclaimed.

“Danvers, we need an assist here,” Steve said. Carol nodded, flying down.

“Y/N, you can come down now,” Tony said as he blasted a creature away. No response. “Y/N?” He looked up. Y/N was still there, the force field slowly retracting. Everyone else paused to look up as well, trying to figure out what was going on. “Y/N, answer me!”

With the force field completely gone, Y/N hovered there for a few seconds. Tired, she tried to regain her strength. But instead, her eyes fluttered closed and she plummeted towards the earth.

“Y/N!!!!”

Tony flew to her, catching his wife and holding her tightly to him.

“I got you,” he whispered. “I got you.”

“Tony…” Y/N rasped, slowly coming to as Tony landed.

“I’m right here.” His helmet disappeared. “Always falling,” he smirked.

She pushed away, signaling for him to set her down. Tony did so, keeping his hands firmly on her waist.

“Are you okay?” He worried.

“I’m fine,” she said. “I just didn’t know I could do that.”

“Let’s not do that again then, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Stay safe.” Tony pressed a kiss to her temple before flying away.

Y/N looked around, trying to sense where the Stones were. Her eyes caught sight of Peter, hugging the gauntlet close to his body. Carol was in front of him, going to help him up. Y/N portaled over.

“I don’t know how you’re gonna get it through all that,” Peter said after he handed over the gauntlet.

“Don’t worry,” Wanda replied, landing beside them.

“She’s got help,” Okoye added.

The rest of the women on the battlefield appeared behind Carol. Y/N smirked, sending Peter a nod and a wink. Carol flew with the gauntlet through the army as the others fought them off.

“Carol!” Y/N exclaimed. “You can’t send the Stones through yet!”

“We have to,” Bruce responded. “You heard wh—“

“We can’t! Not yet!! I need them. Give them to me.”

“Y/N, what are you thinking?” Tony asked.

“I’m thinking that it’s time to end this, once and for all. And I can’t do that without the Stones.”

“Do you know what you’re doing, Y/N?” Carol asked.

“I will.”

“I’m on my way back to you.”

But before Carol could get to Y/N, Thanos threw is sword at the van, causing an explosion and blasting Carol away. She lost her grip on the Stones as she did.

“No!” Y/N exclaimed.

She portaled herself over there only for Thanos to hit her back through. Tony quickly flew into Thanos, tackling him to the ground. The wrestled on the ground for a bit before Thanos tossed Tony to the side, causing him hit his head and get knocked out. Thor flew in next, Stormbreaker held high. With help from Steve and Mjolnir, Thor tried to pin Thanos’ arm down. However, Thanos overpowered them both, knocking them out.

As Y/N finally stood back up, Thanos picked up the gauntlet. Carol got to Thanos before Y/N did, punching at him. She kept punching him, but was grabbed my the arm and flung away. Y/N portaled in front of him right as Thanos slipped on the gauntlet, the gamma radiation eating at him.

“Trying to stop me too, little girl?” Thanos taunted.

“I don’t need to try,” Y/N responded.

Holding out her hands, she willed the Stones to her. Cracking the gauntlet, the Stones ripped out and circled around Y/N. Tony, coming too, noticed the scene and pushed himself onto his hands and knees, his helmet disappearing into his suit. He was panting as he quickly made eye-contact with Dr. Strange, who was still holding the water up. With a shaking finger, Strange signaled that this was the one shot they had. Scared for Y/N’s safety, Tony shot up, going to help his wife. Strange quickly held him back with his magic.

Tony looked back, desperate. “Let me go.”

“I’m sorry,” Strange responded. “But I promised her first."

“Impossible,” Thanos gasped. He fell back as Y/N slowly floated above him.

“I’ve waited a long time for this day,” Y/N responded. Her voice was soft, yet powerful. God-like even. She could be heard throughout the battlefield without having to raise her voice. “I’ve suffered and I’ve thrived. I’ve waited, and I’ve grown irritated with time. But it’s all worth it because I get to end this… once and for all.”

Spreading her arms out and up, tendrils sprouted from the Stones. They spread out, growing across the battlefield. As the tendrils touched those of Thanos’ army, they turned to dust. Thanos watched for a few moments in shock before growling and standing back up. He grabbed Y/N’s foot, yanking her down to the ground and causing the Stones to fall to the ground as well. She grunted as she tumbled in the dirt and debris before coming to a stop.

“Y/N!” Tony exclaimed, pointlessly trying to fight his way to her.

She was still on the ground when Thanos raised his fist. And he came down to hit her, she portaled to stand behind him.

“You missed,” she taunted through her panting.

Y/N pushed a hand forward, blasting Thanos back into a pile of debris. The Stones floated back to her as she marched towards the Titan. Each Stone found a place on her left arm, burning into her skin without her feeling physical pain.

“14 millions ways,” Y/N said, “yet we only win one… I don’t understand how, especially with the Stones on my side. But it doesn’t matter now. Because this is the one we win. You had no chance.”

“There’s always a chance,” Thanos grunted as he tried to get up.

With a flick of her wrist, Thanos’ limbs were pinned by the debris. He struggled against it as she sauntered closer.

“Unfortunately, I’m afraid you’re all out of chances,” she replied. Y/N held up her left arm, the Stones glowing. “Any last words before I end you and anyone you could possibly be allied with?”

“I am… inevitable."

“And I am your doom.”

Then she snapped her fingers and a blinding white light came over the battlefield.

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