#and sorry the list is shorter this year there wasn’t many

[yanderederee]

I’mHere

cw: yan!themes/mentions of murder/attempted murder/angst/little comfort at end (lowkey yan!reader? oops)

a/n: I’ve had an idea to write this for a long long time now, and only now felt the motivation to do so. Sorry I can’t help having a savior complex~

—-*depicts PreManila!Mikey

Part1 … Part2 … Part3 … Part4 … Now~

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How long had it been since Mikey went missing, now? How many years had it been since he broke your heart, with that dark and empty look? Your Manjiro… what happened to make him look at you with those dead eyes?

All these years later, you still hadn’t found the answers to any of these questions. Even when you tried to escape the mystery of his leaving, the guilt of not knowing ate away at you. Sure, Mikey had his own issues he had to work out. He was severely messed up over the continuous misfortunes that littered his life. But you always hoped he would keep you by his side to help him find the peace he deserved.

After his disappearance, Toman did their best to look after you. Having been one of Mikey’s support systems, they respected all the effort you put into coddling him. Draken especially. Over the years, they would maintain contact with you, but never had any information to comfort your plagued conscience.

Recently, however…. Obituaries of your once friends were popping up left and right.

Murdered.

Your head spun when Draken’s funeral invitation sat in your shaking hands. Draken? Of all people, he was the strongest person you knew. Dead? Just like Mitsuya, Hakkai, Sanzu—everyone. Was there anyone left to cry to? Takemichi briefly occupied your thoughts, he was still alive, right? But he’d been out of contact for so long, would he even recognize you?

All the death and disappointment of the rotting world had taken its own toll on your mental state. All these years, it was still hard to find stable work. All your money was spend to surviving, your head just barely above water. No matter how hard you tried doing better, nothing ever got better. Not since Mikey left.

The night of Draken’s closed casket funeral came to pass, and all that remained was your sobbing self, having just made it back to your quiet home. Everything became more real all over again. Every single time you attended your old friend’s funerals, something inside you felt like it died all over again.

It wasn’t worth dragging yourself to bed. Wasn’t worth changing out of the same black dress you’ve worn so many times now. You may as well be buried in it. You were surely to be next; right? No one knew who the murderer was, but given the grudge on Toman, you had to be somewhere on the list; right?

You didn’t even care, at this point. Let them come. There wasn’t anything left to keep you connected to this damned existence anyway. Not since that day. Not without your Manjiro.

In the middle of the night, your sleep was once again interrupted with another nightmare. This was normal.

What wasn’t normal was this weird ominous feeling. Like something was watching you. Maybe it was because your window blinds were wide open. Maybe it was because of your bad habit to leaving your front door unlocked. Regardless, that fear quickly dissipated.

You had no tears left to cry, and felt numb to the events that plagued your thoughts at every waking hour. If something bad were to happen, perhaps you would welcome it.

“How pitiful…” you croaked out a humorless laugh. That was right. You didn’t care if something happened to you. Not anymore.

“You’re awake…” spoke a familiar voice. Despite your previous claim of fearing nothing, you broke out into a cold sweat at the sudden sound. There was someone in your apartment. Staring at you. It was instinctual to look around for who.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

Having heard him the second time much closer now, your head snapped to the side, about ten feet away was a man. He was shorter, with long black hair and dark dress attire. The room was dark, so even while he was hard to make out, your eyes zoned in directly to the intruder’s eyes.

Your own eyes welled with tears. You knew that empty gaze anywhere. It was him, finally.

“Manjiro…” you whispered affectionately. There was no mistaking him. Weak in the knees, you still attempted to meet him in standing. What do you even say? Should you be mad, he broke in, right? You should be angry about the way he left you—everyone, without reason. Yet the only thing you felt was gratitude.

“I missed you.” You admitted. There was nothing left for you to lose, not even pride.

Mikey’s expression flinched, but only for a moment. He was always weak to your crying. His lips gaped for a second, but slipped back into a thin line. He held back words you so desperately wanted to hear.

“Never kicked that bad habit of yours, I see.”

He was talking about your unlocked door.

“You were never good at picking locks, how else would you get in?”

“Were you expecting me?”

“Hoping more than expecting.”

“You should value your life more, you know.”

“So I am next, aren’t I?”

He was once again at a loss of words. You were right, but he expected you to at least scream at him for leaving the way he did, wail about why he would commit the atrocity of murdering everyone he cared about, beg him to spare you. Anything.

Mikey stepped closer, til you were within reach. He drew out to touch your cheek, expecting you to recoil and dodge. Yet when his cold skin met with your tear stained cheeks, you all but nuzzled into his hand.

“Were you lonely?” You asked, even though you knew the answer. He had lost himself to that same loneliness a long time ago.

“I’m sorry,” you gently laid a hand over the back of his own, warming him with what little heat you had. “I should have ran after you that day. I shouldn’t have let you go so easily. I’m sorry.” You apologized again, a mournful expression taking over as your tears fell in doubles.

“I didn’t give you a choice.” He answered, slowly bringing up his other hand to lightly caress the soft skin on your neck. With one hand, he tightened his grip around your neck. “You never had a choice.”

While it became more difficult to breathe, it wasn’t impossible. He definitely had the strength to do so physically. Yet you two stood in longing eye contact.

“I’ve been as good as dead for a long time now,” you offered him a weak smile, once again leaning into his hand. “My life has been yours, ever since we first met. Do with it as you will.”

“I’m just so happy I finally get to see you again…” you desperately wished to throw your arms around him, breathe in his scent and give him all the warmth you had to offer. But the grasp on your neck kept you in place.

“Why…” Manjiro couldn’t understand. “Why don’t you feel any resentment towards me? I was the one who ruined everything back then. Even to this day, I’ve killed so many friends. Even if you hold no value for your own life, you cared about them, right? Or did they mean nothing to you?” His grip tightened, causing you to choke.

Dare you explain yourself? He was about to give you the closure you craved, either way.

“Revenge was always your thing, not mine. I’ve no use for it. Not when the only thing that now matters to me is already right in front of me…”

Mikey narrowed his gaze. “You really should value your life more.” He graveled with another squeeze, cutting off your air flow.

You didn’t struggle. “My life… is yours…” you repeated, smiling past the tears running down your face.

It made his stomach twist. Was it disgust? No, guilt. After everything, you were just equally as broken. Lonely, with no one to turn to. Just like him.

He imagined you, back in middle school. With all your passion and laughter. He remembered your embrace, the tears you shed were always on his behalf. Your selfless acts of service.

His hand around your throat squeezed even tighter, bruising the soft skin underneath, before ultimately letting you go completely.

“Mine… you say…” Manjiro sighed, hanging his head. He couldn’t do it. He thought he’d killed all the emotions he had. Thought he could leave it all behind and wipe the slate clean. But he couldn’t. Not when his heart still yearned for something. You— always you. Only you, now…

“Yours,” you affirmed hoarsely, cradling his head against your shoulder tenderly. Your beating heart sped up, so eager to have him close.

Despite all his sins, you were elated to still have him. Your Manjiro.

Again at a loss of words, Mikey sighed, allowing himself to be held. He fell slack against your arms, and loosely wrapped his arms around your waist. “I still have you…” he affirmed himself, like hope still existed.

You nodded, and eased him in further. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders tightly, combing your fingers up the nape of his neck and gently scratching his scalp. Your other hand smoothed over his back up and down.

He was real. In your arms at last.

“I’m here.”

And he believed it. He didn’t care if you were lying or manipulating him. Having been ready to end it all himself, with nothing else to live for, and neither did you.

Just two lonely souls seeking each other. This was enough. Even if he couldn’t end it tonight, he could in the future. Even if he had nothing else left to keep him attached to this rotting world, he still craved your embrace. If only for that one thing, he wanted to be alive.

To hold you; and to be held by you.

Even if nothing else mattered, you were there. And that was enough, if only for tonight.

And so, Mikey closed his eyes, and finally found the peace he’d long been searching for. If only for tonight, he slept in comfort and content. And when he woke, you would still be there, your life forfeit, and his to claim.

Life had meaning again.

Even if that meaning was just each other.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers x reader #Tokyo rev x reader #Tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo rev x y/n #tr x reader #tr x y/n #manjiro sano imagines #tokyo revengers manjiro #manjiro sano x reader #sano manjiro x reader #manjiro sano x y/n #sano Manjiro x y/n #mikey x reader #mikey x y/n #tr Mikey #tr Manjiro #tr manjiro Sano #manjiro x reader #mikey tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers mikey #yandere mikey #mikey sano #mikey #yandere #yandere writing #yandere mikey sano #yandere manjiro #yandere boy

[artstar1997]

Blurred Lines

Ever since I watched Trolls Band Together, I had a lot of questions sticking in my brain like gum under the tables or bleachers that can’t be removed. If you ask me, I treat these plotholes like a crime scene investigation or a science experiment in the laboratory. Sorry if there is too much information and scientific facts added to it because I found out that people with ASD like me prefer logic, accuracy, and clarity to guide my judgement because they’re consistent.

With Queen Poppy and Viva, they look semi-identical based on their designs, which makes me see that they’re fraternal or identical twins. Identical twins, are meant to have identical DNA but they differ somewhat in appearance and are not the same in terms of height, physical features, and many more so yeah, that might make sense.

Maybe they were isolated from one another in the troll tree for their safety and Viva remembers Poppy more than her because she would sneak around to be with her. There wasn’t any evidence about who is older and younger but what I know is that Viva wasn’t targeted by Chef, it was Poppy instead. It might be due to Poppy’s status as the heir because I discovered that in a legal system based on primogeniture, which favors the inheritance claims of an eldest child or his or her children over the claims of other relatives, an heir apparent is generally the eldest child, who is entitled to claim the property and titles of his or her parent. While rewatching the first Trolls movie, I noticed that King Peppy, Poppy and the other trolls escaped in the morning of the Last Trollstice so Viva and the others might escaped late at the night when Chef was exiled and there were other Bergens living outside Bergen Town so Viva’s escape might’ve happened at that time. Come to think of it, some trolls are up and running when they hatched out of their eggs like ducks and horse foals (cough* cough* Tiny Diamond) and compared to us humans, troll brains absorb memories and instincts fast or faster like sponges.

Maybe Poppy doesn't remember much about Viva because she kinda looks like she has Autism and ADHD. I read that children with autism have memory challenges that hinder not only their memory for faces but also their ability to remember other kinds of information. That's the same thing I struggled with as well.

I also based this theory on my life experiences because as an eldest child myself, I experienced the things Poppy had been through as I grew older and I am shorter while Viva kinda reminds me of my younger, taller sister.

I also read about sibling psychology and discovered that Poppy has more oldest sibling traits than Viva, who has younger sibling traits. I noticed in the movies and the animated series that Poppy exhibited the traits I listed, but she only has two youngest sibling traits, evidently mischievous and risk taker while Viva has two oldest sibling traits, usually cautious and conscientious. They both share the traits of fun loving and creative so I didn’t add them in my chart.

With the BroZone, it’s obvious to see the details about who is older and younger among them because of the features I noticed. It was evident that John Dory spent his years alone in the wilderness, Spruce established a business and had a family in Vacay Island, and Clay escaped with Viva and the others on the night when Chef was exiled and lived in the abandoned mini golf. Floyd on the other hand, he must’ve wandered around on his own until he was found by Velvet and captured him to fulfill her plan to become a popstar, alongside Veneer.

With Velvet and Veneer, they must’ve ended up that way because the Mount Rageon lifestyle is focused on partying and hedonism that they become victims of neglect and favoritism. Velvet was spoiled rotten by their parents, who were dentists while Veneer was often pushed to the side, causing him to lack willpower and only be a doormat for her when she cooks up schemes. Veneer possibly got Sparkles the goldfish as by the parents to shut him up while they spoil Velvet as if she was a treasure they can cherish and maintain. This had gotten worse possibly if the two experience bullying in school for being talentless.

Whatever my mind was thinking, all I know is that there are blurred lines in there.

#dreamworks trolls #trolls band together #trolls 3 #speculation #theory #fan theory #theories

[nycbaby21]

Nico Hischier Imagine

prompt: meeting Nico at a bar and the next night meeting him again after a Devil's game

word count: 4,091

“I just want to thank you guys for coming on this trip and being a part of my special day,” Marlee says passing out a shot for each of us. She is the first of our little group to get married and we couldn’t be more happy for her. She and Colby met not too long into freshmen year and have been together since. We all cheered to the beautiful bride and threw back the shots. “Okay now let’s dance,” Hannah, the maid of honor, said pulling the four of us out onto the dance floor.

After an hour of dancing and a few drinks, we left that bar and headed to the next one. Marlee wanted to do this bar crawl in New Jersey for her bachelorette party. Colby was from Jersey and she wanted to see all the places he used to love to go with his friends. I don’t know how many guys made a list of bars to go to for their fiance, but Marlee and Colby were different. They really were like two best friends with more benefits. I look at them and hope that I can get that in the future.

As the five of us walk into the next bar, my attention is drawn to the table in the corner of the bar. It was filled with several very attractive guys, like ridiculously attractive guys. We find a table not too far away from them and get settled in. “Okay, time is set for one hour. We have this one and one more and we are done,” Aria says showing the timer on her phone. She is very time-oriented and literally dragged Isla out of the first bar, even though she was talking to some guy. 

After coming back from the bar, we all sat and drank our drinks enjoying the time we had together. This wasn’t only like a send-off for Marlee, it was for a lot of us. Marls was moving to Jersey with Colby this fall after the wedding, Isla got a job offer in Vancouver, Aria just got a huge promotion and was moving to her company’s London office, and Hannah and I were staying in our hometown. She was starting to really take off the online boutique she started during the pandemic for fun. I was an author so I could technically work whenever I chose to, but for the time being I was staying where I was. 

“Okay c’mon guys no sad faces. We are all gonna keep in touch and we will get together when we can,” I say smiling at the group. “Y/n is right. We are gonna drink, dance, laugh, and flirt with tons of guys, well not you Marls,” Hannah laughs winking at her. We all laugh and head out to go dance. I wipe sweat off of my forehead and lean over to Aria,” I gonna go get another drink.” She gives me a thumbs up and I weave my way through the crowd to find a spot at the very crowded bar. Of all of the places Colby recommended, this was the busiest bar we had been to tonight.

I eventually find a small opening next to a tall guy with darker hair. I slid in behind him, his back was to me as he talked to a shorter guy. I couldn’t hear the conversation because of the group of drunk girls on the other side of me. I give my drink order to the bartender and she turns around to make it while taking more orders. “Oh, I love your top. It’s so cute. Where did you get it,” the blonde from the girls next to me says. I smile at her,” Thank you so much. It’s actually my friend’s clothing line. She owns an online boutique,” I lean closer towards her and tell her. She hands me her phone and I search it up for her. She may not remember why she had it pulled up in the morning, but hopefully sober her likes the clothes just as much as drunk her.

I feel someone bump into my side and I turn around to see the guys from earlier. “I’m so sorry. Are you okay? I didn’t mean to bump into you.” I don’t know what caught me off guard more, his face or his accent. “It’s okay really. It was barely a push,” I smile back and go to continue the conversation when my drink slides in front of me. I reach for my wallet when his hand gently rests on my upper arm. “Let me. It’s the least I can do bothering you tonight,” he says telling her to add it to his tab. I look up and finally see his gorgeous brown eyes and small dimples on his face when he smiles. “Thank you, but really you are no bother I promise,” I assure him trying to fight off the little butterflies fluttering around in my stomach.

“I’m Jack and this is Nico, the other guy says leaning over his friend to shake my hand. “Y/n. It’s nice to meet you, Nico and Jack,” my brain tries to come up with anything to say to keep them in a conversation with me. “Well Neeks, I am gonna go give the guys their drinks. You take your time,” Jack says to his older friend and gives me a wink as he turns around to head to the table I was staring at when we first walked in. “Sorry about him. I think he has taken one too many hits to the head,” Nico says leaning down so I can hear him better. Blush quickly creeps its way onto my cheeks. I raise my arm and pinch my other one, wondering if this was some dream because this man looked amazing, sounded amazing, and even smelled amazing.

“He has been hit in the head,” I ask trying to regain my composure. I give him a very confused face wondering what the hell he was talking about. He lets out a small laugh, dimples on display again. “Yeah more than a couple of times now. We play hockey together. I could see the confusion on your face when I said that,” he answers standing closer to me as the bar crowds again. “Wanna go find somewhere to sit,” I say standing on my tiptoes to be a closer height to his. He gives me a quick nod, puts his hand on the small of my back, and leads us to an empty table a couple down from his friends. From where are sitting I can see my friends dancing like idiots. I let out a laugh and he follows my eyes to the group

“Your friends look like they are having a good time,” he smiles taking a sip of his drink. “How do you know they were my friends,” I ask raising an eyebrow at him. He laughs and leans forward placing his elbows on the table. “Because you walked in with them and you were out there dancing with them too, he gives me a small smirk. My eyes get bigger and I choke on my drink a little. “I saw you when you walked in with them,” he smiles with a small blush starting to settle on his face. My smile gets a lot bigger and I look around trying to not meet his eyes. I felt like a middle school girl giggling and blushing over her crush.

“So you said you play hockey,” I ask trying to shift the conversation. He laughed knowing what I was doing, but he chose not to mention it. “Yeah my buddies over at the table where I was, we all play together,” he shrugs leaning back into his chair. “So are you any good,” I ask with a small smile while stirring my drink with the tiny yellow umbrella. “I don’t know. I guess I am pretty decent. If I wasn’t they might have kicked me off the team by now,” his words and smile make me feel like I am missing something, but his eyes distract me from asking what it was.

“Well I don’t know anything about hockey, so you already have one up on me,” I joke. “You’ve never played before,” he asks raising one of his thick eyebrows at me. “I have never even watched a game before let alone played. I tried skating once but that didn’t end too well,” I laugh at the memory of young me absolutely wiping out on the ice and refusing to try again. “Wait, so you have never seen a game before,” he looks at me like I have three heads or something.”Nope. My family is more of a basketball family,” I laugh at his face. “I bet you would like hockey. If you tried,” he says leaning back on the table and resting his face against his hand which was propped up on the table by his elbow. “I would watch a game way before I tried to play.” It was like my words lit a fire in him.

“Ya know,” he started,” I have been told I am an excellent teacher. I’m sure I can even help you.” I open my mouth in fake shock,” what does that mean? You could even help me.” He throws his head back laughing this time and it is a sight I miss I could engrave in my mind. “I mean exactly what you think I mean,” he says still laughing at me. I roll my eyes smiling and throw my tiny umbrella at him. I go to open my mouth to ask him more about himself when Isla rushes up to our table. “Y/n! I have been texting you for the past five minutes. We are already three behind schedule and that vein in Aria’s forehead is starting to pop out,” she rambles on and grabs my arm pulling me up.

“Okay just let me say bye and I will meet you at the door,” I say looking back to Nico who is smiling about the whole thing. “Oh no, ma’am. My conversation with my bar beauty was cut short so yours is going to be too,” she says leaning around me to look at Nico. “Sorry. Her full name is Y/n Y/ln. She is from y/town’s name, look her up.” I turn around and mouth a quick sorry as my arm is almost being pulled out of its socket. We finally meet up with the rest of the group and that’s when she lets go of my arm.

“First off ouch! And second off why,” I whine rubbing my arm. “Y/n I gave you an hour. What you did in that time is all on you,” Aria says crossing the street as we head to the next place. “And Isla’s conversation got cut short too,” Marls says slipping my arm through mine as we walk side by side. “I wouldn’t really call that a conversation. Two minutes in he had his tongue down her throat,” Hannah laughed turning around just in time for Isla to slip her the finger. “He could have been the love of my life,” she argues. “And what was his name,” Aria asks holding open the door to the last bar of the night. When Isla can’t give us a name we all burst out laughing. We finish the night out with more laughing and dancing, but I can’t help but still think about Nico. I tried to look him up but I didn’t have much to go on.

The next day after some serious rest and hangover recovery, we all get a text from Colby. “Okay Marls I love Colby I really do, but what the hell,” Isla says falling back onto the bed. “I have no idea. I got the same message you did.” Hey girls! Hope you had fun last night. Dress warm and meet us at this address. Also thank you for loving my girl just as much as I do -Colby. “I don’t like not knowing where I am going and having to get dressed appropriately. So I know you are freaking Aria,” Hannah sighs digging through her suitcase and looking for anything remotely warm. We all turn and see her face stuffed into a pillow.

After stopping at a few stores, we all finally had something warm to wear. I don’t really think Colby realized you don't pack warm layers for a bachelorette trip. We all pile out of the Uber and look up at the huge arena in front of us. “Welcome to Prudential Arena ladies,” Colby says walking up to us and giving Marlee a small kiss on the head. “What are we doing here? And why are so many people wearing red,” Isla asks looking around at the sea of red. “Last stop on the getting to know Colby tour, a New Jersey Devils game,” his smile is huge and it almost makes up for having to go buy new clothes to wear to this. 

Colby leads us into the arena and to our seats. “Baby how much did this cost,” Marlee asks as we take our seats right next to the glass. A small shiver tickles down my spine, Who knew it would be this cold at a hockey game? “My family has season tickets,” he shrugs sitting down and throwing an arm around her. “Y/n. Switch seats with me,” Hannah hits my arm getting my attention. “What? Why,” I ask looking away from the ice and into her green eyes. “I don’t wanna sit next to them being a lovey and shit,” she grumbles cutting her eyes towards the engaged couple. I lean forward and see the two cuddled up and Colby pointing out different players to Marlee. I roll my eyes and switch seats with her. 

“Hey is it just me or are those guys staring at us,” Isla asks the group pointing over to the bench where the Devils players were sitting. When she points they all look away acting like nothing happened. “Dibs on hot hockey guys,” Hannah screams which gets us some pretty funny stares. “Why do you get a hot hockey first,” Isla asks her eyes shifting around the ice trying to find someone with their helmet off. “You and Y/n already had your fun. It’s mine and Aria’s turn now,” Hannah responds leaning over Isla to give Aria a fist bump. “Can you believe this Y/n,” Isla asks with a small pout on her face. “I’m sorry what about the love of your life from last night,” I ask which results in her throwing a Twizzler at me. I laugh pick it up off my chest and take a bite of it.

“Of course, Y/n isn’t going to be any help. She spent all of last night trying to find her bar beauty and if I’m gonna be honest she is probably still looking now,” Aria says signaling Hannah to grab my phone. She swipes it out of my hand before I know what is happening. “Okay really funny. Give it back,” I say leaning over her to grab it. “Are you gonna stop looking for Nick,” she asks almost sitting in Isla’s lap leaning away from me. “It’s Nico and yes if you give it back I will quit,” I say. “Scout’s honor,” Hannah asks raising an eyebrow at me. I nod and she hands it back to me. “ How are you still so hung up on that guy? You talked for forty-five minutes at best in a dark crowded bar. It’s not anything to write home about,” Isla asks shoveling popcorn in her mouth.

“Real attractive Isla. And so what if it was only forty-five minutes? I had more fun in those forty-five minutes with him than I have with any other guys in weeks,” I sigh looking out onto the ice. The girls all laugh and joke about it so much while I try and zone them out. “You know my nana always said things that are meant to always find a way. Or something like that,” Hannah said smiling at me. “Is this the nana who bakes cookies or the nana who makes moonshine,” I laugh leaning my head on her shoulder. “Moonshine. But you know drunk words are sober thoughts.” We both laugh and the lights start to dim as the game starts.

It was the final period of the game and the Devils were up by three. I don’t know which hurt more, my ears from all of the screaming or my arm from Hannah hitting it every time something happened. I try keeping up with the puck but I end up losing it every time I find it again. Two players skate our way and one pushes the other into the glass right in front of us. This starts a small fight and the crowd all around us goes wild. The Devil's player who was against the glass looks at us and then turns to skate away. He quickly turns back around and points at us. I can’t make out what he looks like all I knew was his last name was Hughes. He tapped the glass and skated back to the bench. 

“Those guys are looking over here again,” Hannah says fluffing up her hair. I roll my eyes and pull out my phone looking up the roster for his team. I scroll down until I see the name J. Hughes number 86. Clicking on his name I am taken to a page full of his highlights and basic information. “No fucking way,” I say looking at his picture closer. “What,” Marlee leans over to look at my phone. “That guy I talked to last night was with number 86. He said they played hockey together, but I just assumed he meant for fun,” I say going back and clicking random names trying to see if I could find Nico. “Colby is there a player on the team named Nico,” Marlee asks her fiance who is very focused on the game and not us. 

I reach over and pinch his arm getting a reaction out of him. “Ow. What was that for,” he asks rubbing his arm. “That didn’t hurt. Marlee can kiss it better later. Is there a player named Nico on the Devils,” I ask because my phone wouldn’t load the roster anymore. “Yeah, Nico Hischier. He’s number 13, the captain,” he says finally looking at me. “You’re actually kidding me. That guy from last night is a hot hockey guy, No fair,” Hannah pouts. “Do you know where he is from? Like would he have an accent,” I ask ignoring my friend. I didn’t want to get my hopes up in finding him too soon. “Uhm Switzerland if I’m not mistaken. Now are one of you gonna tell me why you need to know all of this? Because I have a suspicion that it has nothing to do with the game,” Colby turns his body towards us. “We are like ninety-eight percent sure that he is the guy Y/n was talking to last night before we left the bar,” Marlee explained.

“Left isn’t the word I would use. I was drug out of the bar against my will,” I say settling back into my seat and scanning the ice for number 13. “Okay so let me get this straight. You may or may not have talked and flirted with the New Jersey Devil’s captain last night at a bar. And these yahoos made you leave,” his voice got really loud, and it just so happens the crowd got quiet as he said it. I sink down into my seat and my face matches all of the jerseys in the arena. A group of girls behind us laugh. They also were sure Jack was pointing at them.

Before we could answer his question the buzzer goes off and everyone jumps to their feet. Looking up at the scoreboard we see that the Devils won. Everyone was rushing out of their seats and trying to get outside. “Why is everyone leaving so fast,” Aria asks grabbing my hand so she doesn’t get lost in the crowd. “Oh the players shower after the game and sometimes you can see them drive out of the arena,” Colby says trying to herd all of us into one area waiting for everything to calm down. I never could find 13 again. It was a crazy idea anyway, why would a professional NHL player flirt with me in a bar?

Rapid knocking behind us scares all of us. We all quickly turn around and see Jack at the glass saying something. It was still so loud in there it was hard to hear the person right next to you. He shakes his head and holds up one finger skating away. “What the hell was that,” Isla asks. We waited until a security guard started to usher us out. “No, we can’t leave. Jack Hughes wants to talk to our friend,” Aria tries to persuade the man like three times her height. “Yeah, and I’m the queen of England. Move it along,” his deep voice sent chills down my spine. I glanced back to the ice and still saw no sign of him. We all turned to head up the stairs and once again tapping on the glass stopped us. Jack held up a puck in his hand and made the motion of throwing it. I went to the glass and nodded my head. The black piece of rubber landed in my hands. I looked at it and then at him.

He motioned for me to turn it over. When I did I saw a phone number. My eyebrows scrunched up in confusion wondering why he was giving me his number. He shook his head and mouthed Nico. Blush quickly spread to my face. It was a combination of knowing that I finally found him and the idea that a professional athlete wanted to talk to me last night. He gave us a finger salute and skated back the way he came from. 

We moved making our way back up the stairs but not before Hannah said,” Excuse us, your majesty.” We all laughed at his face and slowly followed the crowd out into the parking lot. “Well what are you waiting for call him,” Colby says as we wait to exit the building. We all laugh at how invested he is now that it was a player from his favorite team that was involved. I typed in the number and listened to the ringing. “He won’t answer right now. He is probably busy,” I say not hearing the call connect. “Never too busy to talk to a pretty girl,” his thick accent flowed into my ears. I smiled and laughed. “Hi NIco,” I say ignoring all of the looks from my friends. “Hi Y/n,” I can hear a lot of background noise on his end. “Is that her? Did it work,” I hear Jack ask him. Nico shushes him and slowly the call gets quieter.

Isla put her hands on my shoulders guiding me as I talked on the phone. “So you play hockey,” I repeated the phrase gaining a loud laugh from him. "When you told me you liked to play hockey, I just thought you liked to play it for fun," I say into the phone finally making it outside. The cool air was a breath of relief. "I do like to play it for fun," he responds casually. "Obviously if you play in the nh freaking l,” I yell into the phone. “Okay I have to go and do some interviews but can I call you later,” he asks almost sounding nervous. “I would really like that. Now go do your thing, superstar,” I laugh into the phone. I hang up the phone and once I make sure it is off I let out the girliest squeal in history. “So now that you have a hot hockey boy, you can set us up with his teammates right,” Hannah laughs throwing an arm over my shoulder. “We’ll see,” I say pinching her side. I went to sleep so much better than night rather than last night. Last night I fell asleep trying to find Nico on my phone and tonight I fell asleep with Nico on the phone. 

#nhl imagine #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier #nj devils #nycbaby21works #nhl

[louloulemons-posts]

Loving More Than One

Bucky X Fem!Mutant!Reader X Loki

summary : reader has a crush. well she has 2. and they’re in a relationship. with each other.

word count : 0.7k

Requested 🤍

warnings : not proofread, 3am writing, haven’t watched marvel in a while so i’m a bit rusty sorry, talks of natural disasters, very sweet and fluff, simple reading?

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You knew it was wrong, okay crushing on people from afar wasn’t wrong, but they were your friends and they were dating and well … you liked them both.

You’d been recruited into the avengers a few years back for your powers, elemental control. You were able to cause a flood, droughts, fires, earthquakes, the list goes on.

During this time you’d met some of your best friends, some even becoming family. People like Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff.

You’d also quickly become used to Lokis teasing, he was always lurking trying to get a rise out of someone. His favourite target had become you, cheeks flushing whenever he’d taunt you, small touches here and there.

Along with this you’d met Bucky. He did seem intimidating from the outside, but once you got closer he opened up. He told you how he struggled with what he did as the Winter Soldier, and how he hated himself.

You understood, also having been tested on and used for causing damaged all around the world. When you could you only used your powers for things that were good, like helping grow crops and flowers.

However, over time you’d become very fond of Bucky and his gentleness, but also Lokis rambunctious charm.

That was until, “Hello Love,” Loki leaned down, pecking Bucky’s forehead. “Hi,” he gave the god a small smile, even that a rarity from Bucky.

“What are you two up too?” he asked.

“Oh, Bucky was just helping me with some gardening stuff.”

“Ah I see, I must apologise though. I have to steal James from you. We have a reservation.”

Standing up, the shorter man wiped down his jeans with his metal hand, taking one of Lokis in his flesh one. “O-oh yeah of course. Have fun,” you smiled, waving them off.

Oh my god, they’re together.

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Wandering to your room after a long day, you overheard familiar voices. “So we both feel the same way?” Loki.

“Yeah but it’s wrong.” Bucky. He sounded upset. “My Love it is not. It is not abnormal for people to love many during their lifetime. You are more than 100 years of age, and me a thousand. It’s alright.”

This wasn’t a conversation you should be hearing. “So what? We just ask her? Hey we both like you, wanna date us both?”

“That is exactly what we are going to do. Come, she should be here.”

Shit they were heading your way, quickly walking down the hall, you heard Loki call out your name. “Oh hello,” you said, be calm.

“We were just coming to find you,” Loki smiled at you. “Right, what can I help you with?”

“We need to talk to you,” Bucky said quietly.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah Darling nothing to worry about, shall we go somewhere more private?” Loki suggested.

The three of you headed out to a balcony, sitting on one bench, Loki and Bucky sat across from you. “So what did you want to talk about?”

“Well umm, you know how well we all get along, and this - this man come as a shock to you but-“ Bucky began, stumbling over his words, when Loki spoke.

“We like you.” It was so simple for him to say, he shrugged when he said it, flicking lint off his trousers. The man next to him nudged him harshly.

“L-like me?” you asked.

“Indeed. We were wondering if you would like to join us in our relationship.” It wasn’t even a question. “Sorry Sweetheart, Lokis a bit … well very comfortable with this,” Bucky spoke softly, coming to sit next to you.

“We both like you. Enjoy your company, find you attractive, we want to get to know you better. But we’re already in a relationship, we were wondering if you’d be interested in being with us both?”

“Yes.” Bucky looked at you shocked, even Lokis eyes widened. “I’m sorry? Darling did you say yes?” The god asked. You nodded, humming, “I’d like that very much, thought I was crazy liking you both … turns out it’s not too unusual.”

“So, you’d like to go on a date with us, see how it goes?” Bucky questioned.

“I’d really like that,” you kissed the man’s stubble covered cheek and rose. Leaning over and doing the same to the other mans.

“But for now I must sleep,” you smiled at them both, bidding them goodnight. “D-did that really just happen?”

“Yes my Darling it did.”

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A/N: Written for @melodymishahiddlestan

I hope this was okay for you! I’ve never wrote for Bucky or Loki and I’m a bit rusty on my Marvel atm. I’ve also never wrote for a 3 person relationship, but it was fun to do. I wanted to keep it simple and sweet. Hope you enjoyed 🤍

Thank you so much for reading! Please leave any requests 🤍

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[kyufessions]

Missing Person

synopsis: you’ve been happily dating your boyfriend, mark lee, for the past two years. but what happens when all of a sudden your best friend sends you a missing persons article and your boyfriend is listed as missing for the past three years?

pairings: boyfriend! mark lee x g.n. reader

genre: thriller/horror

warnings: blood, knives, killing, physical fighting

word count: 7.1k

a/n: in no way do i depict any member of nct like this, especially mark lee. i just wanted to write something dark for halloween so here we are. i had many ideas for this one but decided to make it shorter lmao. hope you enjoy ~

taglist: @joyumo @lovingvoidgoatee

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana

rain drops pelted the train window as you stared out into the setting sun, creamsicle skies mixing with a vital red that brought your nerves to a halt at the scenery behind the glass. normally you’d hate the summer rain, since it always seemed to ruin any plans you had, but being stuck inside this moving train with thirteen hours left with nothing to do but binge watch Brooklyn Nine-Nine reruns on Hulu and take occasional naps made you realize that maybe it wasn’t all too bad- maybe there was some beauty in things that you hated. with pink sweat$’s 17 playing at full volume in your airpods and a mug full of hot cocoa in both of your hands, you felt like you were in some romantic film. you know, the pretty individual staring out into the trees as they admire the fast-moving world outside all while the handsome stranger across the way from them is admiring their effortless beauty. and, truth be told, that’s what was happening. you just didn’t know until you saw someone sit across from you at the corner of your eye, making you turn your head to greet them and ask if you had bothered them in any way.

the handsome stranger smiled at you, making you smile back as you removed one of your earbuds from your ear to give him some of your attention. his blonde hair swooped over just above his eyebrows underneath his navy blue beanie that complimented his blue and white striped button-up, a white tank top underneath it. the way his smile brightened up his face made you feel comforted, almost like a warm hug. you watched as his frames fell down to the tip of his nose, making him scrunch up his nose in an attempt to bring them back up to their previous position.

a giggle escaped your lips as you watched him before speaking up. “hello, may i help you? did i bother you at all? i’m sorry if-“

he shook his head in disagreement, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “no no, you didn’t. you just seem pretty chill and i wanted to say hi, if that’s alright.”

for the rest of the ride, you both sat in those spots talking about everything yet nothing all at the same time. he told you all about how he was moving across the country due to getting an amazing job offer fresh out of college, and you exchanged your story as well with him as if you had known him for all your life. you told him about your family, your pets, and the reason for you moving across the country as well: transferring from a two year college to finish off your degree in psychology in a four year university. with each word that left your mouth, he listened with great intent.

and that’s what he did for your entire relationship. he always listened, always showed how much he cared, and never made you feel less than. even during his busiest days in the music studio where he co-wrote songs and even produced some days, he always found the time for you regardless of his schedule. and vice versa; with your busy college schedule and part time job you always made sure to make time for him as well. whether it be study dates where he helped you study for upcoming exams or texting him during work when you were able to sneak onto your phone for five seconds. your dorm mate even got so used to mark staying over that he ended up having designated days where he would spend some nights. but they never minded since he always brought over snacks and dinner for you all.

Mark Lee was a dream come true, a prince charming if you will. Everyone seemed to love being around him and having him in their life, whether it was the occasional meeting of a stranger in line to get coffee and he pays for your drink during the early morning rush or a friend that you kept close to you because he changed your life for the better. Everyday you were reminded of just how lucky you were to have someone like him in your life, even before you both made it official and made your switch from strangers, to friends, to partners. Mark as a partner was even better than you could’ve imagined: flowers and chocolates after a long hard day of exams or work, movie nights where he feeds you pepperoni pizza when you’re half asleep and halfway done with the movie you picked out for you both, little encouraging notes in your lunch bags, even offers you massages when you’re feeling stressed out from everyday life. He was the textbook definition of the perfect boyfriend; you couldn’t ask for more or less from him.

On your one year anniversary, he even wrote you an entire song dedicated the past year and a half together, from when you first met on the train to your last special occasion spent together. He even made a small picnic for you both in his personal office space where he produced and wrote his music, accompanied with a woven wicker full of watermelon, two mini cakes baked from a local bakery you both frequented, along with champagne with tall glasses and other of your favorite foods. Alcohol entered your body as you listened to mark sing to you his song, a slow beat playing through the speakers and his fingers strumming on his acoustic guitar. his small raps cut you off guard but in the best way possible; you loved everything about his sweet gesture and felt yourself falling more deeply in love with him.

on your second year anniversary, he made you another song. but not only did he sing it to you, he sang it to you in front of others on the piano. he had rented out a restaurant for you both to enjoy endless meals for the night, dressed up in very fancy attire that you knew you’d only be able to wear a handful of times before growing out of it. an hour down and reminiscent memories being shared between you two, he randomly got up from his seat and walked down to the grand piano in the middle of the room. you watched him in confusion, your head cocked to the side as you asked him what he was doing. he just smiled at you lovingly as per usual, sitting down on the bench and cracking his knuckles quickly before he started singing along to the melody his fingers played. tears welled up in your eyes at the gesture, his words stinging beautifully as you listened to every confession. falling in love with mark was the easiest thing you had ever done.

two and a half years later here you both were, sharing an expensive loft in the city while working your dream jobs. all the while happily together without any pressure of future marriage or kids from family and friends. your life was perfect, utterly perfect. if anything it was more storybook, something only young kids dreamt of. a happy couple with well paying jobs living in a big city, accompanied with the presence of a five month old ragdoll kitten. everything seemed perfect.

today was just another morning, or so it seemed. only difference was you both were working from home today. mark had his own room to work in when he had to focus on his work while you worked in the bedroom or kitchen; you didn’t mind not having your own space since mark kept his distance when you were busy at work. on days when he worked as well, you both forgot about the existence of one another while you worked for a bit. but with being so secure in your relationship neither of you minded at all.

kissing his puffy morning cheeks, you rubbed your thumb along the stubble on his chin as the rising sun illuminated his soft facial features you never got tired of waking up next to. you watched as he scrunched up his nose lazily, fluttering his eyes open slowly to allow his eyes to gradually adjust to the bright rays. the chirping of birds were mere background noise to the tired chuckles your boyfriend let out as you attacked his face with wet kisses, causing a gleaming smile to spread across your lips.

his arms laid around your waist securely, bringing you closer into his bare chest. “good morning to you too.” he mumbled, his morning voice deep and somewhat raspy.

you pulled your lips from his cheek and down to his lips, pecking it a few times before pulling away and allowing your head to hit the pillow once again. “morning, handsome.”

he shuffled under the sheets, throwing his legs over the end of the bed and rising to his feet. you watched as he slipped on his glasses, adjusting them on his nose as he turned to look down at his partner. he couldn’t help but smile at the sight below him on the bed: you with your head in your hands, staring up at him admirably with a cheeky grin and your morning bed head sticking up in different directions. “pancakes for breakfast, my love?” he questioned as he leaned down to place a soft kiss to your forehead.

the small gesture made your heart flutter immediately, causing your smile to grow wider. “yes please.” you responded, swinging your feet in the air dramatically.

he just ruffled your hair playfully before turning on his heels and leaving the room to start on the pancakes he just promised you. standing to your feet, you grabbed some fresh underwear, sweatpants, and a shirt of mark’s before walking down the hall to the bathroom. as you turn on the hot water, you hear the rustling of the pans in the kitchen on the first floor. you undress out of your clothing, tossing them into the dirty hamper and stepping into the steaming hot shower. with the door cracked slightly open, the sweet smell of banana and cinnamon pancakes fill your nose making you feel more awake and ready to take on the day full of zoom meetings and article writing. you hum to a tune mark recently showed you of his recent work he was planning on sending to a big company for approval, excited to be able to hear another hit of his on the radio and secretly knowing it’s your boyfriend who wrote and produced the song. mark being a ghost writer only hurt when you were reminded you couldn’t show off his creations to the world, other than that you were always very supportive and constantly told people of his career- you just couldn’t expose which hit songs he wrote and produced and for who.

even though mark was very friendly and popular locally, he was also very secretive about certain things such as his past and family. he was very brief about his siblings and childhood, only ever sharing about how his parents lived in canada and he barely spoke to them due to a falling out. whenever you asked, he dismissed it and said it wasn’t important since it was ‘all in the past’. whenever you asked how his childhood was, his regular bubbly personality changed to one full of tension. his frown was evident and eyes full of sorrow, making you change the subject to something else entirely that brought back the mark you had always known. so you never pondered much on the thought of it since everything else he did for you drowned out his secrets.

stepping out of the shower and onto the fluffy carpet on the floor, you dried yourself off with your velvet black towel and walked up to the mirror to start doing your morning routine. multiple steps later, you slipped on your clothing and matching house slippers with your boyfriend that he surprised you with last weekend. you rubbed some product into your hair before walking out of the bathroom and down the industrial spiral staircase, shuffling towards the soft vocals of Bazzi that bounced off the walls of the small kitchen. the sight of your boyfriend in his matching slippers, naked torso, and plain black boxers made your face light up. as previously stated: everything was perfect.

you shared a breakfast with him for the next hour as the cat took turns napping in each of your laps, ultimately deciding to sleep in yours for the last twenty minutes before you switched positions to start your work. mark happily cleaned everything up, not one complaint leaving his lips as he hummed quietly to himself as to not disturb your workday. you caught him catching glimpses at you as you attended a zoom meeting and waved bye to him off camera as he left the room to go do his work for the day.

you always wanted to see his personal at-home office, see how he decorated it or even watch him work his magic. but that was another secret he wanted to keep to himself, always making sure to lock the door behind himself as he exited and entered. he even went as far as to get a code lock for the door and not letting you know the code. one time you even tried every combination it allowed you to while he was out running errands but failed at every attempt you made. curiosity struck you from time to time at what he was hiding behind that wooden door, but you never questioned it since you knew it wasn’t any malicious intent behind it. i mean, he could never do anything wrong. he was mark lee. your loving boyfriend of two years who never did you wrong. so why would he start now?

by the time your zoom meeting ended, it was three in the afternoon and time for checking emails. logging into your emails, you noticed one labeled IMPORTANT, PLEASE READ ASAP from your close friend, jungwoo. he had become a close friend during your time in college, then when you both got accepted into the same company you both became even closer; you now thought of him as a brother. you automatically opened the email, concern flooding your brain as to why he emailed you in all caps at three in the morning. he was always known to be an early bird, even in your college days, so this was very unexpected and a bit odd. nonetheless, you opened the email and read his message attached with a link to a webpage.

i know it’s late, i’m sorry. but you need to see this. let me know when you get this.

was all it said above the link to a missing persons webpage. you clicked it, unsure of what she seemed so scared of in her email. but once you opened the page and scrolled down a bit, you understood. it was a bunch of different people, raging from missing for as long as five years to three months. but somewhere along the middle, you stopped.

impossible. this has to be some kind of sick joke. the face on your screen has to be some edit that one of your friends made as some distasteful prank. but the type of friends you had rarely pulled pranks and if they did they were minuscule and forgetful. this, this was different. an evil prank if there ever was one.

down the hall, the familiar creaking of your boyfriends work studio door was hearing opening. as his footsteps jogged down the steps towards your direction, you quickly shut your laptop closed and started packing up your items, pretending you had finished all your work for the day even though it wasn’t even four in the afternoon yet. the feeling of his arms wrapping around your body from behind startled you, making you jump in his arms at the sudden contact.

“woah, are you good babe?” mark asked you as he moved his face down towards yours, planting a quick peck to your cheek before pulling away to stare at you lovingly.

the pit in your stomach wasn’t comforting in the slightest, if anything it made you want to vomit up all your emotions onto him and run away from your shared apartment. but you couldn’t do that; you had no idea what would even come of it. there had to be an explanation to all this.

you put on your best fake smile, pecking the lips you’ve loved for the past two years that suddenly felt more cold than warm. “sorry, was deep into packing everything up. i just finished for the day!” you attempted to sound excited that you had finished for the day, smiling from ear to ear and believable as you could.

luckily, it worked. mark had a voice telling him something was wrong with you, that something was up, but he ignored it because he trusted you with every fiber of his being. his one hand moved from your body to your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear as a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “so early? i thought your work day ended at four thirty?”

“it does,” you started as you wiggled from his grip attempting to stand up from your seat at the dining table. thinking of an excuse to throw him off your trail, you said it in an aggravated tone to show you were at least somewhat serious. well, you weren’t. but you didn’t want him to know that. “but i forgot one of my files at the office for tomorrow and have to run to go get it really quick.”

he just nodded, running a hand through your hair as he placed another loving kiss to your jaw. a fake giggle left your lips, a fake giggle that seemed nothing but real to your boyfriend. he might not buy what you’re selling him, but he knows there’s nothing malicious behind your potential fake lie. if anything he assumed it was for a surprise for him. “tacos tonight? my treat, i’ll place the order online for pickup.”

“sure babe.” you grabbed your briefcase and shut it tightly before walking out of the kitchen and towards the front door to slip on some sneakers. “taco bell or the taco place off of Woodbury and 15th?”

“Woodbury and 15th, duh. they have the best tacos around.” he followed behind you like a lost puppy, watching as you threw on your jean jacket and grabbed your keys from the key hook. “what time should i place it for pickup?”

you looked up in thought, pondering what time it would be best. “four thirty sounds good enough. should be done picking up my files and make it there in time for it to still be hot enough for us to eat when i return. do you need anything while i’m out?”

with a swift shake of his head and a goodbye kiss, you exchanged ‘see you later''’s as you exited the apartment and went down into the parking garage to your car. when you entered the vehicle, you threw your briefcase that you didn’t even need in the backseat so you could grip tightly onto the steering wheel in frustration.

why was your boyfriend, mark lee, on a missing persons list? and why did it say he went missing nearly three years ago? you tried convincing yourself it was a stupid website, a dumb website someone made up to trick you and get a laugh. but it was also an official government website so it couldn’t be fake. it was real. too real.

holding back tears as you drove down to your friend's home, you pulled into his parking lot and ran straight into the building. texting or calling him hadn’t even crossed your mind, you needed to talk to him face to face about this. how did he even find this webpage? when did he find it? was he just as confused as you were? nothing made sense and you just needed answers, any answer that remotely made sense would do at this point in time. within the first two knocks you were face to face with jungwoo, walking straight past him and into his living room with no hesitation in your step. you waited till he closed the door to even attempt at speaking.

“what the fuck?” was all you could say as you stared into the eyes of your distraught friend, taking a seat on his couch before putting your head in your heads.

he made her way to you cautiously, making sure to stay his distance since you seemed so upset by the news. “i found it last night and sent it to you right away. it makes no sense. im just as confused as you are.”

his hand resting on your shoulder brought you comfort, not much comfort but a pinch of what you were craving from anyone but mark- if that was even his real name. “i don’t know what to do.” you turned to face him, small tears streaming down your face that he subconsciously wiped away with his thumb. “do i ask him about it? i mean i met him two and a half years ago and it says he went missing three years ago, so i met him six months after he was reported missing.”

jungwoo shook his head right away. “no, don’t. we don’t even really know him-“

“i do-“

“no you don’t.” he interrupted, his voice remaining as calm as possible. “nobody does. i mean, what if he ran away from doing something terrible? what if he hurt someone?”

“he wouldn’t do that!” you yelled, more tears stinging your eyes as your best friend spoke. you watched his expression change to hurt, making him back away from you and over towards the other end of the couch. “no, i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i’m just- he just seemed so lovely. maybe it’s a misunderstanding?”

he picked up his nearly empty wine glass, taking a sip as he leaned against the armrest. “for three years?” watching you crumble in front of his own eyes made his heart break into pieces; he never wanted to see you like this. “listen, i did as much research as i possibly could before passing out on my laptop and made a google doc about it, i could share it with you if you’d like and we can go over it together tomorrow? when you’re more calm.”

nodding in agreement, you wept in his arms for a bit before leaving his apartment and driving off to pick up the tacos mark ordered in. as you walked up to the vendor, he asked if you were okay since it seemed you were crying. you reassured him you were okay and there was nothing to worry about, smiling along with your lie to try and mask it as a truth. he didn’t buy it but gave you your tacos after payment anyway and wished you a goodnight, telling you to tell mark he said hello.

you made sure your face look somewhat normal before exiting the car and heading towards the elevator of your shared apartment, fiddling with the plastic bag out of habit due to your nerves. as you opened the front door, you plastered on your fakest, brightest smile so mark wouldn’t suspect a thing. and he didn’t, at all. his head shot in your direction as he laid across the sofa, jumping to his feet to go greet you and help you carry in your tacos and briefcase. his lips that greeted you no longer felt like safety, but instead of betrayal.

“missed you, babe.” he commented as he made his way into the kitchen, his smile never leaving his face.

“missed you more!” you shouted in reply, hanging your jacket back up before making your way to the couch to plop down in thought. how were you supposed to act normal around him, knowing he’s a supposed missing person?

the next morning you woke up an hour earlier than normal, wiggling your way out of your boyfriend's grip and quietly making your way downstairs to start the coffee and make some eggs with bacon. as you slipped on your morning cup of energizer, you read the google doc jungwoo had shared with you the previous night. you were reading every bullet point and reading every article he attached.

each article and point he made was more shocking than the last. one article mentioned how there was a late teen who went missing in ontario, canada with an attached photo of what seemed to be a younger version of your boyfriend. you couldn’t even attempt to convince yourself it was someone different- the resemblance was uncanny. the only difference was the name in the article was Minhyung Lee instead of Mark, but besides that there were no differences. a different article went on to explain his childhood, how he was always a troubled kid who always found himself in detention or in different juvenile detention centers. it continued on explaining how despite all of those challenges, he was such a great guy up until the incident.

the article never went into detail or said-incident, but it mentioned the slaying of three family members. reading just that small blurb left you sick to your stomach, but even more so after it explained that after the bodies were discovered in his home he was never seen again. how if anyone ever came across him to not interact or draw suspicion, but instead dial 911 and inform authorities of his whereabouts.

you were so caught up in reading the article you didn’t even hear mark coming down the stairs and enter the kitchen, grabbing a mug from one of the cabinets and starting to pour himself a cup.

“you okay, babe? what’s wrong, bad nights sleep?” he questioned, breaking you out of your daze.

your eyes immediately darted to him, smiling warmly at him to withdraw suspicion of you being awake so early. “you could say that again.” closing your laptop, you made your way over towards the stove and moved the fully cooked bacon and sunny side up eggs onto a plate for him. you turned to face him and noticed him already dressed for the day, taking one last swig of coffee before grabbing his keys from the small bowl on the island counter.

he noticed your confusion and then the plate of eggs, frowning apologetically before grabbing a piece of bacon and shoving it into his mouth. “i don’t have time to eat this morning, i have an important meeting then a long day ahead of me. i’m sorry, i should’ve said something sooner.”

you shook your head in disagreement, leaning over to peck his lips before placing a small one on his cheek. “it’s okay, just make sure to eat when you can and to let me know when you get to work so i know you’re safe.”

he mumbled a soft ‘shit’ as he realized the time, noticing that if he didnt leave now he would be late. he placed his mug down swiftly before placing a sloppy kiss on your forehead and running out the door. normally you’d get giddy about him running late while seeming very professional, the sight being too cute for you to handle. but that pit in the bottom of your stomach wouldn’t leave no matter how much you wish it did. you wish everything was just some sort of sick nightmare and that your loving boyfriend of two years wasn’t some sort of potential killer from canada who’s been missing for three years.

as soon as he left, you called your friend and luckily he answered. you went over the facts you both found, or more so he found and you caught up on. jungwoo comforted you the best he could over the phone, saying you both would figure out a solution together. when you told him mark was gone in the studio all day till late, a lightbulb went off on top of his head.

“try sneaking into his office.” he suggested, running a nervous hand through his hair.

your eyes widened at the thought. “what? but i’ve tried every possible combination, it’s useless.”

“but what if he used the anniversary of the day he committed the crimes?”

you bit down on your lip, pondering for a moment. “but we don’t even know the date-“

“july twenty fifth.” he interrupted. “one of the last articles i sent you mentioned it, but i’m guessing you didn’t finish reading it all?”

“no, mark interrupted me before i could finish the whole doc.” you sighed, ultimately deciding to take on your friend's idea and walking up the stairs towards his at-home studio. “if i’m going to do this, please stay on the phone with me.”

jungwoo reassured you he wouldn’t hang up at all, and he never did. you tried the numbers of the date he provided, but the red blinking light signaled it was wrong.

“it didn’t work.” you mumbled, biting on the inside of your cheek nervously.

“instead of 0725 try 2507, switch it around.” your best friend suggested, anticipation stringing through his words.

after typing in the numbers backwards, the green lights signaled you could open the door and enter inside. wasting no time, you swung open the door and was greeted with something you didn’t expect. it didn’t look anything like a home studio, but instead a lonely mahogany desk with piles of different color coordinated folders and files scattered across the top of it with very few sitting on the floor around the chair. stepping inside, you looked around and noticed a duffel bag sitting at the corner of the room near the window that was closed off with wooden panels. you slowly made your way over there, being cautious not to step on anything or move anything out of place.

the bag itself was already zipped halfway open, allowing you to be able to peek inside and notice some bloody knives sticking out of the side. your eyes widened, making you take a few steps back into the closet of the room. when first buying this loft, you hadn’t noticed this particular closet. but granted you haven’t been inside this room for several months now so you might’ve forgotten it. but since you let your curiosity get the best of you, you found your fingers sliding it open and being greeted by nothing. there was nothing but black clothing, extra sneakers that were also black, but that was until you noticed something dangling from the ceiling: a small rope. you knew you shouldn’t open it, you knew you should’ve just called the cops or even answer your friend who was still on the phone screaming at you to answer him, but you did the stupid thing you knew you shouldn’t have and opened it.

down came a set of wooden stairs leading up to something that seemed to be an attic, or a makeshift attic of some sorts. as the stairs came down, some movement was heard and a light popped on in the middle of the room. you took in a big breath of air before climbing up the dingy stairs and peaking in the room. inside seemed empty, nothing but an extra mattress and a few boxes. but when you heard some shuffling from the corner behind you, you whipped your head in it’s direction and noticed a man sitting there chained up to the wall.

the sight alone almost made you drop your phone but thankfully you tightened the grip on it which caused it to stay in your hands. the man’s eyes widened as well, trying his best to say words but failing to do so as a ball gag was in his mouth. in the background of all this was your friend on the line, asking what all the commotion was. it wasn’t until he said he was going to send the cops that you spoke up.

“this is so much deeper than we thought, jungwoo.” you said to him, making him yell a ‘what’ on the other end. “send the cops. give them the code to my apartment door. tell them there’s a man in the attic.” was all you said before hanging up on him.

leaving your best friend in confusion, you fully pulled yourself into the attic and crawled over towards the scared man. although he was excited to see someone else for a change, he was also scared you were part of what mark had going on. he cowered in fear, backing up into the wall as he watched you remove the ball gag from his mouth. he was unsure whether to scream or just stare, so he opted out on just staring at the stranger in front of him.

you stared back, not sure what to even say to him. “what’s your name?” you asked him, putting the ball gag to the side of him as you stared down at his condition. his clothes were dirty, ripped at some edges and obviously had been worn out for quite some time now. the sight made you frown, tears welling up in the back of your throat. but you kept them down, you had to for this stranger that was being held captive by your boyfriend for some unknown reason to you.

“taeil. moon taeil.” he replied, his voice sounding dry and broken. “who are you? please help me, i’ve been up here for months.”

suddenly, you heard the front door of your apartment open and mark shout out that he forgot something and apologizing for disturbing your work. eyes widening, you slip back on the ball gag as tears fall from his eyes, quiet mumbles of disagreement falling from his lips being heard from him before you tighten it on him. you quietly pull up the rope to hide the stairs, making sure it closed tightly before shuffling around to find a place to hide. you ultimately decided on the abnormally large yet dusty toy trunk in another corner of the room, unlocking it quickly and squeezing in as tightly as you could before you heard mark pull down the rope to enter the attic.

you heard him tsk as he crawled up the creaky wooden steps, an obvious smile on his lips as he spoke. “you’re lucky this room is soundproof, you're moving around way too much for my liking.” he said, his tone different from his usual one. this one was threatening, more scary and off putting.

taeil’s muffled cries were filling the room, earning a small laugh from mark. this laugh was different as well, very sarcastic and something fueled by rage. “i have a proposition for you, taeil.” you heard something being picked up from the floor, earning a loud muffled scream to be heard from the chained up stranger. “tell me where they are, and i won’t kill you tonight like i planned.”

your eyes widened. he couldn’t possibly be talking about you, could he? no, it’s impossible. you’ve been quiet this whole time, and you made sure to not leave a trace that you had been in his ‘studio’. your mind flooded with what he was referencing, but everything kept pointing back to you. and what does he mean tonight? is that why he was staying at work late and encouraged you to go out and have fun with audrey? so he could sneak home early and get rid of taeil?

a shake of some chains could be heard, signaling taeil had shaken his head. “come on, i know they’re in here somewhere. i saw on the camera, now where are they?” fuck. you didn’t even notice any cameras. “if you tell me, i’ll let you go right now.”

another shake of the chain and you soon heard footsteps approaching the toy trunk, meaning taeil gave you up. as much as you wanted to hate him for telling mark, you probably would’ve done the same if you were in his situation. you could’ve sworn your breathing stopped as you heard the lock twist on the toy trunk, soon the dim lighting of the attic showing you your boyfriend with a knife between his fingers. he smiled down at you, not with love or admiration but with something sinister.

he shook his head with a chuckle, kneeling down to your eye level as he teased you with the already bloody knife. the blood seemed recent, and when you glanced over at taeil for a split second you noticed a fresh mark across his chest that was dripping from a fresh wound. attempting to mask your fear was no use, even if you did try your hardest to. mark was able to see right through you, the mark you thought you knew.

“how’d you figure it out, huh?” he brought the knife down to your cheek, trailing the cold metal along your cheekbone with gradual pressure. “how long have you known?”

his evil smile never once left his face, making your insides churn in disgust. you swallowed hard before responding, mentally yelling at yourself not to stutter as you replied to his questions. “FBI’s missing persons list, i’ve known for two days.”

“two days and you’re already getting this nosey? tsk tsk, babe.” the knife trailed down to your jawline, the pressure starting to sting when it starts to draw some blood. “you’re so cute, trying to save little taeil over here but he gave you up without a thought thinking i’d actually let him go.”

screams were heard through taeil’s ball gag, making you both turn to look at him as tears fell from his eyes. without a thought, you quickly kicked mark in the face with your foot with a swift yet hard kick. watching him fall onto his back and the knife slide across the wooden flooring, you jump out of the trunk and run towards the knife, picking it up and climbing down the attic stairs. an aggravated groan was heard from mark as you touched the floor of his supposed studio, running out into the hall and hearing him follow behind you shortly after. you heard him scream after you followed by him grabbing at the shirt you were wearing that was coincidentally his. he pulled you back harshly, causing you to slide across the floor and towards the industrial stairs with the knife falling down to the first floor.

you crawled backwards down the stairs, kicking at him as you attempted to escape. eventually, he fell back onto the floor once more which gave you a few seconds to jump to your feet and attempt to run down to first floor and out the door. but before you could, mark was quick to his feet and grabbed your shoulders. he tried to push you over the railing of the spiral staircase, but you were a fighter. always were, and always will be. you fought back just as hard, even if half of your body was dangling off the edge of the railing and his hands around your neck in attempt to weaken you. in one motion, you brought your knee up to his crotch hard which made him groan and loosen his grip on you. taking this small window of opportunity, you pushed him back and off of the railing successfully.

the noise it made when he fell made you cover your ears, the crack and imagery of his body limp out across the floor with blood pouring out at a rapid rate made you nearly vomit. you slowly made your way down the stairs and towards the front door, not even sparing a glance in the direction of your boyfriend. before you could

turn the handle, the door swung open and in front of you were policed officers with their guns pulled out accompanied by your best friend. all the officers rushed past you and into the apartment while you fell into the comforting arms of jungwoo, your tears finally escaping from your eyes.

you sat on the balcony of jungwoo’s apartment as you read the new article written about mark. it was ten months after the incident had occurred, and people were still writing about everything that happened; even youtubers were making videos about it and netflix and peacock both reached out for documentaries or a dramatic remake of your trauma. of course you declined, even if the seven digit numbers they offered were the tiniest bit tempting.

the full story about mark shocked you to your core, because the mark that you met and loved all those years was not the same mark who tried to kill you that day. after fleeing canada successfully, he took the next amtrak train out to the farthest city and figured he’d wing it when he got there. which he ended up doing successfully. he ended up meeting poor taeil, becoming close friends with him and eventually masking as him in daily life. taeil was a fresh college graduate starting at a new company, and after mark found that out he decided to chain him up in taeil’s own apartment for months and stealing his identity. he posed as taeil at work and did a damn well good job at it. then once you both decided to move in together, he moved taeil up to his ‘at home studio’ attic and the days you thought he was working from home, he was really torturing taeil up in the secret room behind the closet he had built in. every sadistic detail about the past three years was written down in a leather journal he kept in the bottom drawer of his desk, every detail of how he hurt his family, tortured and kidnapped taeil, and how much he loved you. everything was very sick and twisted.

as the summer rain pelted against the metal railing, you couldn’t help but shudder in disgust at the sight and noise. jungwoo, who was sitting beside you noticed this and decided to bring it up. “what’s wrong? are you okay?”

you nodded, taking a sip from your coffee mug as you looked out to the setting sun. the oranges and reds mixed together beautifully, but the view just made you upset if anything. “i’m fine. i just hate the summer rain.”

maybe there wasn’t always beauty in the things you hate.

#kyufessions nct #nct #nct 127 #nct dream #nct dream au #nct dream mark #nct dream angst #nct mark #nct angst #mark lee #mark lee au #mark lee angst #nct au #nct 127 au #nct 127 angst

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I saw the ask about No Regrets and it reminded me of this question I’ve tried to find an answer to for years but could never find. Sorry if the wording is weird, it’s hard to type out because asking and explaining my question is difficult

Did the author of No Regrets get permission to use characters from Isayama? Or was it just a fan made thing that wasn’t canon and just something created for fun?

What’s always been weird to me is it actually got ADAPTED. Like it wasn’t created by Isayama or even canon in the series yet, but Wit animated it. It was published in September 2013, animated in December 2014 and April 2015, and THEN chapter 69 came out in May.

Did Isayama even have a backstory for Levi? Did he see No Regrets and decide to give Levi a backstory and make it canon? I have no idea how far ahead Isayama even planned aot back then because I 1) had no idea of aot’s existence, and 2) wasn’t there when the manga was released back in 2013-2015.

For the new chapter we’re getting for Levi, do we know how many pages it’ll be? Will it have the same amount of pages as a normal chapter, or be shorter or longer?

Isayama authorized the No Regrets manga and visual story. You might find this post interesting as it contains an interview with Isayama and Hikaru Suruga (the No Regrets artist) as well as words by the author, Gun Snark (Gan Sunaaku). No Regrets was one of 6 visual novels/mangas that were release by various authors in the 2013-2015 times frame . All with Isayama's permission. There was a huge explosion of authorized material during those years, including the Smart Pass content, A Spoof on Titan, Attack on Titan Junior High, Before the Fall and so on. The list is really endless.

My opinion on the why of it all is that Isayama has talked about how he was convinced in those early years that each chapter would be his last. He was in constant fear of cancellation. He's also mentioned his long work days, the stress, and how little sleep he was getting. Writing and illustration 46 pages a month was a more-than-full-time job for Isayama and he was stretched entirely too thin. When the series exploded in popularity, there was a desire for more and tons of money to be made, but Isayama didn't have the time to produce anything beyond what he was doing. Thus the collaborations started. With No Regrets, Isayama provided guidelines as to what he envisioned for Levi's backstory. I can't find proof of that, but I do recall reading that he provided the general idea. It was a very limited scope, which is why he's able to produce Bad Boy now. He had a vision for Levi, but no time to develop it so he allowed No Regrets to cover a small period of time. I believe Bad Boy is only going to be 18 pages, but I'l very excited for it. I can't wait to see what Isayama can do when he isn't dealing with strict deadlines. Thanks for the ask! I hope this covered some of what you were interested in.

#chatting with friends #bad boy #levi ackerman #no regrets

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m pt. 6

this one and pt. 7 are gonna be shorter and again sfw and mostly just for the story but what can i say, im a plot girly. but i promise pt. 8+9 are almost finished just need a little editing and things will start to get heated again soon

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you wake up in your bed..alone. not surprised but slightly disappointed as much as you wish you weren’t. still mostly relieved at not having to talk about what happened last night. thinking about him seeing that made you want to crawl into your own skin. maybe you’d get lucky and you could never talk about it again. 

but when you walk into the kitchen on your small island you find a note nestled under a mug next to a hot pot of water. 

Cariño, 

       wasn’t sure when you’d wake up, had to head into work. take the day if you need it, but if you feel up to it please stop by my office so we can talk. I’ll be there until 10. 

Made peppermint tea just in case. 

So many things about this note made your head spin all over again. the pet name. which he’s used jokingly for years but recently much more frequently and much less jokingly. The tea, peppermint was perfect for anxiety and you always drank it when you felt on edge… and he made it without being asked or told. the fact he even left a note. But one word stuck out more than the others. 

talk. 

instead of butterflies it filled your stomach with pit vipers trying to force their way out through the walls.

you knew you’d be late but you’d never let yourself  stay home after an episode before you weren’t doing so today. 

when you got to work you were glad you opted for the tea. every sip soothed your stomach. until.. you saw him. suddenly it was doing somersaults again. He was talking to a random spider person you didn’t recognize, looking very serious as always. As soon as you saw him, you turned on your heel and made a beeline for the nearest hallway. 

Too late. 

“Y/N!”

you hear him call after you but you pretend not to hear and duck into the bathrooms. Now you’re just feeling straight up nauseas. You hear him walk by but he doesn’t call for you again. you wait a couple minutes until you’re sure he’s gone and until you don’t feel like puking your guts out before sneaking   back to your lab. 

you’re in the back room, which on the outside is labeled as the door to the supply closet, so no one knocks when you’re back there, they wouldn’t think to. Except him. 

So when you hear a knock on the door you panic a little. 

You try to play it cool. 

“I’m busy O’hara come back later.”

you hear him sigh. 

“Cariño.. i just need a moment”

you brace yourself before opening the door. you peek past him making sure the main door of your lab are closed 

“don’t call me that. not here”

he seems slightly taken aback but not entirely surprised. 

he leans against the doorway. 

“I don’t want to take up too much time, I just haven’t been able to get a word with you today.”

“yeah sorry uhm really super busy, 

(not a complete lie) 

im getting close to a new formula for your injections so”

“ah i see”

he pauses for a beat 

“did you see the note?”

“uhhh yes i.. did”

“No pressure just when you have a minute.. i was hoping to check on you”

“right no yeah uhm actually you can’t”

“oh..”

“no no uh i can’t i… have to go home early”

“I could always meet you tomorrow”

“No not my apartment, uhm home home… tomorrow is my nephews birthday. I promised him i’d be there in the morning when he wakes up. so i’m leaving tonight as soon as i leave here”

“i see, when will you be back?”

“monday night” 

“hm. and… you’re feeling?”

“fine. i’m fine thanks”

your face is burning. you felt so small thinking about all the things he must be thinking about you right now 

“well uh have fun, tell el chico spider-man says feliz cumpleaños.”

a frown passes over your face you can tell he’s trying to figure out what he said wrong 

“uh yeah i will do that”

he goes to leave but turns back. 

“when you’re back.. we’ll talk?”

you just try to push down the feelings in your chest. 

you nod. 

you can tell he doesn’t really believe you but he nods and walks out. after he closes the door your shoulders drop.  

it felt so weird. you’d never seen him like this. gentleness with no mocking or taunting behind it, concerned, his words seemed tender and restrained. it was kind of scaring you. you hated that he saw what happened last night.. but the way he handled it, was like he knew exactly what you needed. even so you dreaded this conversation and you were more than glad to get away for the weekend. plus you got to see your best friend in any universe and your two favorite boys. 

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Lights Are On | Tsukishima K.

Sorry for not updating! Life got insane if I listed it all out I’d have to make an entire paragraph

Also sorry for not posting the Suna one, I got commissioned to do this one! So I hope you enjoy!

This week seemed like nothing but a drag. For starters, Monday you woke up late, and your alarm clock didn’t go off because your phone wasn’t plugged in and died. The rest of the week seemed like nothing but loads and loads of homework assignments. And to top it all off, you just barely failed your math test. The world had it out for you.

But you had one thing to look forward to.

Your boyfriend.

Tsukishima Kei.

You two met when you were younger, in your first year of middle school. He was trying out for boys' volleyball, and you wandered into the wrong gym by accident trying to find the girls' volleyball gym. You ran into him and that sparked a conversation of witty remarks and sarcastic comebacks. Safe to say, he had some respect for you.

The summer before your first year of high school, he had asked you out. Everything in your eyes was perfect.

You were so supportive of him with volleyball. You ended up quitting because the girl's team wasn’t consistent and you thought of exploring your interests. Michimiya acknowledged your way of thinking and directed you to student council. You thought It’d be great for your future so you signed right up.

You were not prepared

You were not prepared at all.

You didn’t expect there to be so many projects you’d have to take on. All the papers that needed to fill out were insane. You bit more than you could chew due to others who weren’t putting in their effort. This led to you pulling multiple all-nighters and setting aside your needs.

But you always made time for him.

Every game of his you came to cheer him on, regardless of how he told you not to. You knew deep down he appreciated it.

With your combined workloads, you guys didn’t have much time to hang out or go on dates. You barely saw each other at school due to him being in class 1-4 and you being in class 1-5. That's how you made friends with Yachi and Kyoko.

It was finally Saturday and Tsukishima had a game. You were loaded with work, but the thought of seeing someone who loved you made the day a little bit better, so you went.

You knew this was important to him. It was the big game against shiratorizawa, the deciding factor on which team would go to nationals. You had faith in him.

But your heart dropped the moment the ball hit his fingers. By the way, he bent down, you knew something was up. You slowly recognized the red blood dripping from his skin as he walked off the court with Kyoko following behind. You were panicked. How could you not be?

You knew they wouldn’t let you into the nurse's office to see him, so you texted his phone. You may or may not have gone just a little overboard with worry and sent good 20-ish texts asking how he was.

Before you knew it, he was running back onto the court with Kyoko in toll. You couldn’t help but find it a little strange as he didn’t respond to your messages.

The game was over. They had won.

He had won.

You were so excited, you ran down to the first floor to congratulate him. It was crowded but you didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was him.

You reached the floor and made your way to the team. At the sight of everyone being celebrated, you spotted two blonde and green-haired best friends talking. Yamaguchi’s parents never show up to games, and Tsukishima’s brother was still making his way down.

As you walked closer, you started to hear their conversation.

But your demeanor surely changed.

“I’m sure they were just worried for you-” The shorter one spoke

“I don’t care. It's annoying and they should know it.” Said none other than your dearest boyfriend.

“I don’t need to be babied. I’m fine and it’s annoying as hell for them to constantly spam my phone over a small injury. I barely see them anymore, if they truly cared they’d make more time for me. There’s no way they’re that busy. I'm getting sick of it.”

Oh.

oh…

Your heart shattered.

That’s really what he’s been thinking all along.

Was everything just a lie?

You were in shock. You woke out of your trance as someone bumped your shoulder. Yachi and Kyoko were making their way through.

“Oh hey!” Yachi waved at you. “I’m so glad you made it! It was awesome wasn’t it!”

“Yeah…” You looked down, “It was.”

Kyoko looked at you with slight concern. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh it’s… um, it’s nothing.” You tried to laugh off, “I just have a lot of work to do, so I’ll be going.” And before they could say anything, you walked off.

You walked your way back home, pace slightly fast as you wanted to be in the comforts of your room before the tears fall out.

You reached your front door and slammed it shut. You couldn’t even slide down the door and wallow since you had papers to fill out. Taking off your shoes, you trekked your way to your room, not bothering to state your presents as your parents weren’t there. They barely were.

Being at home alone all the time made you feel like a ghost.

Like you’re just floating.

Like the lights were on, but nobodies home.

As you worked and worked, downing a coffee and a half, the clock went from 18:07 to 2:28. You had a headache and you weren't even done yet. Stacks of paper filled your desk as your laptop sat parallel to you, the glow making your head hurt worse.

Then there was a very faint knock.

You laid your head in your hands as you bent over onto your desk, fighting the urge to cry. Why was the world against you? All the work. All the pressure. All the absence of those who you loved.

Who you thought loved you.

The knock repeated.

You didn’t bother getting up. What lunatic was at your door at 2:30 in the morning? Being broken into was the last thing you needed.

You were so stuck in your thoughts you didn’t hear footsteps make their way over to your room and open the door.

“Can I come in?”

You didn’t bother turning. Didn’t even reply.

You heard the creek of your bed dip as you figured he sat down. You bed was right next to you desk, so he was sitting not far behind your chair.

“I saw your texts.” He started softly, “And I know you heard me. Yachi told me you left after I had asked if she’d seen you. Kyoko said you seemd upset and I knew you had listened in. I couldn’t sleep, and with the eye bags you come in with every morning I thought you’d might be awake.”

You removed your hands but kept you head on the desk facing down. You couldn’t find the energy to reply. He continued.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voiced questioned with a hint of concern, “Is all of this… Has this been what you’ve been dealing with all this time?”

He picked up some papers in the stack closest to him. You hummed a noise of affirmation.

He sighed, “Look. Im sorry. I guess all the adrenaline from the game got to my head and I said things I didn’t necessarily mean. It’s more of… I just missed you. Okay.”

You turned your head to look at him. He looks back at you.

“You’re an idiot.”

“Wow. I pour the little words I can from my heart to you and this is the thanks I get.” He replied.

You chuckled and rubbed your eyes. “I missed you, too.”

He got up from the bed and stood behind you, leaning down to hug you and rested his head on your collar.

“Take a break.” He mumbled.

“I’d love to, but these papers-”

“We can figure out the papers in the morning. You need rest. And I need my dork back.” He smiled.

“Oh shut up you.” You chuckled at his statements.

“I will when you take a break.” He sighed at you.

You stared at your work load and contemplated. But you were so tired you couldn’t think properly. Your boyfriend noticed and took the chance to start nudging you off the chair and guided you to bed. You laid down and he joined you, snuggling and he wrapped his arms around your torso.

As you drifted to sleep, you discarded the workload of those who couldn’t do the work for themselves. Don’t wake us up, we got nothing for you.

Yeah.

Maybe this can work.

There aint no love

like our love.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyuu!! #haikyū!! #tsukishima x you #tsukishima #tsukishima kei #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima x y/n #tsukishima scenarios #tsukishima fluff #hq tsukishima #haikyuu tsukishima #tsukishima kei x you

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Stained Glass Windows - Chapter Forty Seven

Life was complicated, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

-x-

Hi friends,

So sorry that it's been a couple of weeks since I updated this <3 I promise I'll go back to updating this once a week.

As of this chapter we are officially in Season 6 of CM, and there will be some recognisable plot lines from that season but set in this universe, with of course the notable absence of Ian Doyle...that doesn't mean there won't be drama though ;)

Please let me know what you think of this chapter, your feedback means the world <3

-x-

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Emily blows out a breath, her cheeks briefly puffing out with it, as she examines her hair closely in the mirror. It was shorter than it had been in years, the lengths of it scraping at her shoulders whenever she turned her head, short, almost sharp looking, layers framing her face and leading up to her bangs. She wasn’t entirely sure how she felt about it, no matter how many times Aaron assured her she looked beautiful, but her hairstylist had told her it was the best way of covering up the fact she was starting to lose hair. 

Postpartum hair loss, as it turned out, was no joke. 

She hears a familiar cooing noise from behind her and she turns to look at Lily, unable to stop herself from chuckling at the sight of her daughter and the wide, gummy, smile she had on her face the moment Emily looks at her. 

Emily felt a strange sense of pride that she was the only one Lily had smiled at so far, the infant always seemingly overjoyed when her mother was in the room, although she’d never admit that to her husband who seemed a little disappointed he hadn’t been the reason Lily had smiled yet. 

“I don’t know what you’re smiling at sweet girl, it’s all your fault Mommy had to have a haircut,” she says as she walks over and lifts Lily out of her bouncer chair. She stands up straight and secures her baby in her arms, and it’s only when she’s walking out of the room that she realises she’d been able to do so without it hurting at all, without any residual ache from her c-section scar. “You’re totally worth it though.” 

She checks herself in the mirror one more time and, despite the haircut she hadn’t quite got used to yet, she feels more confident than she had in months. She felt more at home in her new body, more used to the changes it had gone through. She knew it was still early days, that she was still only two months post-partum, but she felt like she was turning a corner with everything. 

The last step, the one thing she desperately wanted to do, was to have sex with her husband. 

She’d only been signed off for strenuous activity for a couple of weeks but they still hadn’t gone any further than the soft kisses that had become part of their daily lives. She knows Aaron is trying to take her lead, that he doesn’t want to make her feel pressured into anything, but she missed him. 

She checks the time and realises Aaron and the team will be home soon. They’d been on a case in Atlantic City for a few days and he’d sent her a text to say they were on the way home. 

She looks down at Lily, smiling when the baby looks up at her and smiles, something that Emily knows will never lose its shine. 

“Shall we go to the office and see Daddy and all your friends?” She asks, kissing Lily’s forehead before she walks towards the front door, “They’ll be excited to see you after a few days in Atlantic City. I took Daddy there for a weekend away once,” she says, placing Lily into her car seat, “You’re too little to know about all of that now but there was a lot of sinning and winning,” she smiles as she strokes the tip of Lily’s nose, eliciting a wide smile, “But don’t tell Daddy I told you that, it will be our little secret.” 

She gets herself ready to leave the house and grabs the diaper bag, still not quite used to just how much stuff was needed to go anywhere with a tiny baby. She secures the car seat on its base and double-checks that Lily is strapped in properly before she closes the door and gets in the driver's seat. The moment she starts the engine Lily starts to cry and Emily sighs sadly. 

“I know baby,” she says as she starts to drive away, “The car is so mean.” Lily had hated the car from the very start, something Emily had been assured was normal and that she’d get used to it, but it didn’t make hearing her baby cry any easier. Especially when she didn’t want to leak milk through her clothes, “How about I play your music for you?” She switches on the car’s audio system and shakes her head, a wry smile on her face, when The White Album starts to play and Lily immediately stops crying, “A Daddy’s girl already.” 

___

The moment she walks onto the BAU’s floor Penelope is on her, an excited smile on her face as she takes Lily’s car seat from her and carries it the rest of the way to Derek’s desk where she puts it down.

“Peaches,” she exclaims as she looks at Emily, before she lifts Lily from the car seat, “Love the new hair,” she turns her attention back to the baby, “And look at you Miss Lily you’ve gotten so big.” 

Emily chuckles and raises her eyebrow at her friend, watching as Dave, Spencer and Derek all stand behind her to look at Lily as Penelope holds her against her shoulder, “Thanks, Pen. What are you doing here anyway instead of in your office? Did you sense I was nearby with the littlest Hotchner?” 

Penelope narrows her eyes at Derek when he laughs before she turns her attention back to Emily, “As much as I would love to say I have cute radar for this little one,” she says, rubbing her hand up and down Lily’s back, “I’m actually here for the gossip.” 

Emily watches as her friend tilts her head towards Aaron’s office and she follows everyone’s gaze. The door was closed as were the blinds and she furrows her brows, “Is Aaron in there?” 

Dave nods as he sits on the edge of Derek’s desk, “Along with Strauss and JJ, they went in there the moment we got back.” 

“They were holed up in there before we went on the case too,” Derek says, and Emily frowns, wondering why Aaron hadn’t mentioned it to her, a sense of foreboding making her stomach churn. He only ever held stuff back from her when he felt like he had to protect her, something that irritated her no matter how well intentioned it was. 

“They were? Why?” 

Derek shrugs before taking Lily from Penelope, claiming it was his turn as he held the baby, “No idea, we couldn’t get a straight answer from them.” 

Lily cries, shifting unhappily in Derek’s arms who immediately looks panicked, and Emily takes a step forward only for Dave to offer his hands to Derek who hands the baby over.

“Cosa c'è che non va, piccolo,” Dave says as he paces slightly, smirking at Derek when she stops crying almost immediately. 

“She doesn’t speak Italian, Rossi,” Derek grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest, and Dave laughs. 

“She’s two months old, she doesn’t speak English either,” Dave replies, raising his eyebrow and Emily shakes her head at both of them.

“Babies don’t start to recognise language until they are 6-9 months old,” Spencer chips in, “But in the first few months they start to pick up on tone of voice and how to interpret emotions in voices.” 

“I don’t know why I read all those baby books when I could have just asked you, Spence,” Emily says, patting him on his shoulder. It felt good to be here, to be surrounded by the people she knew were her family, and for a brief moment, she almost regrets the fact she wouldn’t be part of the team moving forward. Grief for a part of her life she’d never get back takes up space in her chest for a few seconds before Lily starts to cry again, and it all fades away as she looks at her daughter. It was worth it. Every change and sacrifice she’d made in her life was worth it because she was going to make sure her daughter knew she came first no matter what. “I’ll take her.” 

She eases Lily back into her arms and feels the usual sense of relief she felt every time she held her little girl against her chest. She looks back up at her friends and feels her cheeks go red when she realises they are all staring at her. 

“What?” She asks, clearing her throat and raising her eyebrows, stopping herself from smiling when they all look away quickly as if they had been caught doing something wrong. 

“Motherhood looks good on you,” Penelope says, a wistful look in her eyes, “That’s all.”

“But don’t worry,” Derek adds, his hand on Emily’s shoulder as he squeezes it, “You still look incredibly intimidating even when you’re holding a baby.”

She chuckles proudly and opens her mouth to respond but is cut off as Aaron’s office door opens and Strauss walks out, stalking away without even looking at them. JJ and Aaron follow shortly after with solemn looks on both their faces.

As soon as Aaron’s eyes meet Emily’s she feels the earlier uneasy feeling in her stomach take root, immediately blooming, the flowers spreading to her chest and clogging her lungs.

___

The journey home is a silent one, Lily fast asleep in the back of the car, exhausted from being loved on by everyone. 

Emily keeps casting glances at her husband, her eyes fixed on how tightly he’s grasping the steering wheel. As they pull into their driveway she clears her throat, “Honey-”

“Not now, Em,” he says, cutting her off, the tone to his voice not one he often used with her. He sighs as he turns off the engine and turns to look at her, “Sorry, just…not yet,” he says and she nods. He smiles gratefully in return and looks into the back of the car, his smile going soft when he sees Lily’s still fast asleep in the reflection in the mirror they have attached to her car seat, “Want me to get her?” 

“Yeah,” she replies, unclipping her seatbelt, “I fed her before we left Quantico, so you can probably take her straight upstairs.”

She knows he liked doing that. That he treasured the moments he had with their daughter when he got back from a case, and she thinks he needs it now more than ever. He reaches over the centre console and presses a kiss to her lips, “I’ll take her up, meet you in the living room?” 

She nods, cupping his cheek and kissing him again before he pulls away, her thumb pressing into his dimple. She follows him into the house and watches as he takes Lily out of her car seat. It never failed to amaze her how gentle he was with Lily and Jack, how delicate he could be with hands that made a standard issue Glock look like a toy gun. 

He carries Lily over and holds her so Emily can drop a kiss on her forehead, “See you in a few hours when you’re hungry again, sweet girl,” she kisses her again and stands up straight to look at her husband, “Do you want some scotch?” 

He nods and secures Lily to his chest, “Thanks, sweetheart,” he turns and heads for the stairs, “Come on Lily-Pad.” 

She blows out a breath as she watches them go and heads to the kitchen to pour him a drink before carrying it through to the living room. She takes a sip of it before she puts the glass down and sinks into the couch.

JJ was leaving the BAU. 

It was a shock, something Emily hadn’t seen coming at all, and based on how the team had responded she hadn’t been the only one. It was another change for a group of people who didn’t always handle change well, and residual guilt for leaving the team herself was sparking in her blood. She knew things would be different, but JJ would still be in their lives, just not in the way they were used to. 

Emily felt bad for her friend for being forced to do a job she had tried to turn down, but in a way that felt a little selfish, most of her concern right now was for Aaron. She knew her husband, she knew he’d shoulder this. That he’d take the blame from the team as if he could have stopped this, as if he hadn’t tried. It was a burden to bear that he rarely shared, one she wanted to help him carry. 

“I tried to stop it.”

She turns at looks at him. He was standing a couple of feet away from the couch, his tie and suit jacket now gone and his hair ruffled from where he’d run his fingers through it, one of the tells he could never hide from her. 

“I know you did, honey,” she replies, offering her hand to him, linking their fingers together when he takes it as he sits down next to her. She squeezes his hand and rests her head on his shoulder, “I know.” 

He sighs and turns to kiss the top of her head. His chest felt tight, heavy and stuffed full of everything he knew he’d have to do now. The thought of navigating the team's reactions to this, to hiring a replacement not only for Emily but for JJ now too. Two gaps in his team that felt insurmountable, the women who had left them irreplaceable in every way. Emily lifts their hands to her lips and kisses his knuckles, smiling at him as their eyes meet. 

At least Emily was right here with him. He hadn’t lost her. She hadn’t gone anywhere, hadn’t left a literal hole in his life. She’d made a decision to protect their family, something he thinks made him fall even more in love with her. 

“Can we talk about something else?” He asks, wanting to think about anything other than this, “I just…I need a break.” 

She nods and squeezes his hand. She was no stranger to needing to digest things herself first, it was one of the many ways they were similar, and she could give him this. 

“Lily’s social security card arrived today,” she says as she leans into his side, feeling the tension seep from his shoulders as she changes the subject.

He smiles softly, “She’s a whole person recognised by the government now.” 

Emily rolls her eyes at him and fights a smirk, “I have no idea where we’re going to keep that until she actually needs it.” 

“I have Jack’s,” he says, running his hand up and down her arm. She looks at him curiously, and he smiles wryly, already knowing what she’s thinking, “Haley has the same…level of skill as you when it comes to keeping important documents safe so she asked me to look after it. I’ll make sure it’s kept with his.” 

She hums and keeps her eyes fixed on the profile of his face, giving herself a moment before she carries on, pulling the folded envelope out of her jeans pocket before she hands it to him.

“It’s not the only thing that arrived in the mail today.” 

He smiles curiously at her, the crease she loved in between his eyebrows making an appearance, and she has to bite the inside of her cheek to stop herself from smiling too hard. He unfolds the envelope and frowns as a credit card sized piece of plastic falls into his lap. He lifts it and turns it over to stare at it, his breath catching in his chest when he realises what it is. It was her social security card but it was new, the name on it standing out to him, forcing him to blink a few times to make sure he was reading it correctly.

Emily Elizabeth Hotchner. 

“I applied for it when I did Lily’s at the hospital,” she says, shrugging as if it didn’t mean everything as he looks up at her, “I wanted to surprise you.” 

He laughs, the sound catching in his chest, mixing in with the pride and love he felt growing there, “You…you changed your name?” 

She nods, biting her lower lip as she tries to hold back the emotions that take her by surprise, her eyes burning with unexpected tears, “Yeah,” she says, clearing her throat to stop her voice from shaking, “I changed my name.” 

It takes a second for him to react, but he hauls her into his lap, swallowing the squeal she lets out with the movement as he kisses her. She settles herself into his lap, her knees on either side of his hips and her arms around his neck. 

“I thought you didn’t want to,” he says, the hand not grasping the card in her hair, tangling in the shorter than usual locks. It wasn’t something that had ever bothered him. He didn’t need her to have the same name as him to know she loved him, and one of the things about her he’d always loved was her independence, her absolute surety of who she was. But seeing her name matched with his had lit something he didn’t know was there deep in his belly.

“I didn’t,” she says, running her fingers through his hair, “But when I was in the hospital and Lily and I had those bracelets on,” she smiles as she thinks about the hospital bracelets they’d kept, her emotional attachment to physical things seemingly only increasing the longer she was with him, as if physical imprints of their love could be found on them, “Our names were different and I wondered why I wanted to keep the name of two people who always put everything but me first instead of sharing the same name as my family. The same name as you,” she smiles, not judging herself for once as a tear slips past her lashline, “I’ll still be Prentiss at work I think, but I’ll be Hotchner everywhere it counts.” 

He stares at her, awe and love for the woman pressed up against him threatening to overwhelm him, “I love you.” 

It feels like a ridiculous thing to say, but it’s all he can manage, and he only hopes that she knows it’s so much more than three simple words, that he’d never be able to get across what she means to him. 

“I love you too,” she replies, stamping her lips against his before she takes the card from him and groans as she looks at it, “This means I need to get a new driver's license and I’ll end up with this haircut on it.” 

“You’re beautiful,” he says, wrapping his arms around her and tugging her impossibly closer, taking the opportunity to kiss her exposed collarbone, unimpeded by hair hanging down past it, “So beautiful.” 

She sighs and holds him close, encouraging him to continue to kiss her skin, her eyes drifting shut as she settles into the feeling of it. She rolls her hips against his and groans as he stops, pulling back from her, his eyes full of desire and concern in equal measure. She’d be offended if she didn’t know he’d stopped before they’d even really started because he was putting her first, making sure she was entirely comfortable before they carried on.

“Em-”

She smiles at him and crawls off his lap, standing up and offering him a hand, “Come on,” she says, pulling him close when he stands and kissing him, “We probably have time for a joint shower before she wakes up.” 

He puts his hands on her hips, a tension to his grip that she knows is stronger than the one he had on his self control, “Are you sure?” 

She nods and leans in to kiss him, swiping her tongue through his mouth before she pulls back suddenly, “I’ve never been more sure of anything.” 

He doesn’t need any more convincing, his arms banding around her from behind as he guides them up the stairs, both of them muffling their laughter and groans as they barely disconnect from each other all the way to their bedroom. They successfully sneak past Lily’s bassinet and into the ensuite. 

The moment the door is closed Aaron is on her, his hands under her shirt and his lips against hers, and Emily loses herself in the feel of him. 

-x-

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[callsignpuppy]

They were in a bar on a piddly little planet in the Federated Commonwealth when someone hushed the bar at large loudly and said, “The news! Look! Tukayyid is over! ComStar won!” Everyone turned to the holoscreens, voices rising despite the call to hush. Someone behind the bar turned the volume up. The newscaster, an older woman with gray hair, was struggling to maintain professional calm as she spoke, the undercurrent of giddy incredulity threatening to spill over. “—reports from ComStar that, after twenty-one days of fighting, the Battle of Tukayyid has concluded with victory to ComStar and the defeat of the Clans—” Whatever else the reporter might have said was drowned out by the entire rest of the bar bursting into cheers. Sasha stared at the screen, too shocked to process the news. He had always thought that Project REVIVAL would end just the way ilKhan Showers had predicted: victorious. It had seemed inevitable. But they had lost. Another newscaster came on, this one with a map of Tukayyid, and began explaining the terms of the batchall, and Sasha leaned forward, attempting to listen despite the cachophony around him. He needed to know what had happened to his Clan. But too many people were screaming and cheering in glee around him. Mirjam was buying their star a round. Even Duke was celebrating. The names of commanders killed in the battle were being listed, and Sasha read Khan Garth Radick’s name over and over, until the names disappeared, sure it was a mistake. Sasha stood up and left the bar. No one noticed. It was snowing outside. Flakes clung to his hair and the fur trim on the hood of his coat. Sasha didn’t pull it up. He leaned against the wall of the bar and pulled his phone out, fingers clumsy in the cold, and searched for news on the battle. It was so quiet outside after the noise of the bar. So many people had died. Had his old star? His sibko? Who was left? The only Clan deaths being reported in the Inner Sphere were Khans and generals. Nobody cared about dead warriors without a command. The door to the bar creaked open. Sasha didn’t look up. “What’re you doing out here, babe?” “Khan Radick is dead,” Sasha said, not looking up from his phone. “He was my commander.” “…Oh.” Duke said nothing for a moment. Then, “I’m sorry.” “It was a warrior’s death,” Sasha said. Then, “I should have been there.” “So you could have died too?” “I know it wouldn’t have changed anything,” Sasha said. “I just should have been there.” He couldn’t even feel anger. He just felt a yawning emptiness inside him, like his guts had been scooped out and nothing had replaced them. “He was my Bloodhouse.” “So you were family?” “Sort of. Not the way you mean it.” There would be a Trial of Bloodright. Someone needed to replace Garth and take the Radick name. It could be him. He could have another shot. Somehow though, Sasha knew he had lost his only chance. It had slipped away somewhere in the last two years, here in the Inner Sphere. “I’m sorry,” Duke said again. “Don’t be. It’s not your fault.” “It kind of is. That you weren’t there, at least.” Sasha looked up finally. Duke stood by the door, looking very small in its big lavender coat in the snow. That was wrong. Duke was shorter than he was, but it wasn’t small. Sasha moved his phone to his left arm and held out his right, the one closer to Duke. He didn’t have to say anything for Duke to join him, letting Sasha tuck it under his arm. It wrapped an arm around his waist and squeezed. He could leave. Duke wouldn’t stop him. He could go back to the 352nd and Beta Galaxy. Help them rebuild. Try again for his Bloodname. Try again for his chance at a command, or fall short and earn a warrior’s death. He squeezed Duke back around the shoulders. “Can we go home?” he asked.

#tales from the broken sword company #i have some longer stuff cooking but i wrote most of this in a fugue state on the bus home last night SO

[autumnsup]

writing patterns

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

I scooped this up from an open tag, but just for the heck of it I will tag a few ppl (sorry if it's a repeat tag! obv no pressure!): @divinerapturee @kbrick @moonage-xx-daydream @phoebe-delia @squintclover plus anyone else who wants to jump in!

Kissing the Tomb (Velvet Goldmine WIP, 13k, E)

Through the drugged-out, euphoric haze of the past, Arthur remembers two things about his first encounter with Curt Wild: that it uplifted him, and that it broke him apart in equal measure.

2. God/Monster (Harry Potter fest fic, 35k, M)

July 20, 1998

Dear Harry,

Feels weird to be writing this to myself, but it’s not like I’ve ever kept a journal before, so… hi.

3. All the Colors in the World (HP fest fic, 11k, M):

Rise and shine, Peppermint H, Draco’s phone greeted him on a Friday in June. 

4. But You Will: A Winter Valentine's Tale (HP fest fic, 4k, M)

“Eurgh,” said Pansy, wrinkling her nose.

5. Derailed (HP fest fic, 2k, M)

It started with a flat tire.

6. Hopeless (HP "micro" fic series, 6k, T)

“BUT. NOOOOW,” yowled James into his microphone, which was actually the forward-facing end of his Quidditch broomstick.

7. Sleepers Awake (Dark is Rising, 25k, M)

It had started in his early thirties, the unraveling.

8. In Somnio (HP, 66.5k, T)

Their month was almost up, and Teddy had barely gotten through a third of his dad’s epic record collection, even though he’d been diligent about listening to at least one every day so he could discuss it with his dad afterward.

9. A Show of Wands (HP, 15k, T)

My name is Merriwether Jones.

10. Bar None (HP, 31k, M)

It wasn’t supposed to happen the way it did, but in the end, Harry was grateful for the opportunity to start over.

(or if we're being sticklers about the chronology of posting...

Tender (Bar None epilogue, E): "The fuck?")

What pattern(s) do I see? I guess I tend to begin with "it started" or some variety thereof. I also tend to launch my fic with shorter sentences, or by dropping the reader in medias res and then working backwards from there. And lastly, I seem to include one of the main characters' names in many instances, although it doesn't always end up being THE main character.

Clearly the majority of my writing has been in the Harry Potter fandom, which will probably remain the case for now, as the writing spirit seems to be in abeyance for me so far this year. I'm too lazy to link each fic but here's my works page on AO3 if any of these pique your interest. I'm quite curious to see your first lines/patterns if you feel like sharing... 👀

#tag game #writing patterns #last 10 first lines #self-reflection plus self-promo (kinda) #fanfic #the dark is rising #harry potter #velvet goldmine

[where-fading-princesses-live]

Finally got around to watching Being the Recardos on Amazon Prime after procrastinating for months... ugh, why do I torture myself? I knew it was going to be God-awful.

I generally hate biopics. It’s just too hard to cram an entire person’s life in 2 hours. I much prefer to read a biography or memoir which offers deeper insight and can be thorough and detailed or watch a doc. Real stories are always more interesting than dramatizations. That being said, my main issue was with the casting. I just couldn’t see Nicole Kidman and Javier Bardem disappear into the roles of Lucy and Desi. They looked NOTHING like them. I will give props to Kidman to at least nailing Lucy’s voice, but otherwise, her hair and makeup was atrocious and did not embody Lucy at all (it looks better on the obviously photoshopped poster, trust me... it looks like utter sh- in the movie). I generally like Bardem but he was miscast as Desi. So he’s got an accent so what? A guy who was shorter and didn’t speak in a deep baritone would have been a better choice. I would have preferred unknowns in these parts. When you use A-list actors who are supposed to be representing Icons, it’s hard to see them as the people they’re meant to be portraying because they’re too recognizable themselves. 

I also had issues with the actress playing Vivan Vance as well (too lazy to look up her name). She was about the right age as Viv maybe a couple years younger but much too thin and pretty. Viv was an attractive woman when she wasn’t playing Ethel (they always made her look frumpy and older than she was irl) but you have to keep in mind she wasn’t a pin-up girl, either and she wasn’t old but she wasn’t that young either. She was 42 albeit classy but still... the hair was all wrong and I just couldn't see her as Vivian. In fact, after comparing their pictures side by side I think Vivian was much more glamorous but she wasn’t supposed to look that glamorous as Ethel... they let Ethel be glammed up in the later episodes and this was an issue that cropped up in the movie but still. The actress didn’t even try to do her voice and sounded nothing like Vivian so she just didn’t do it for me. The only actor that completely fit his part was JK Simmons as William Frawley. Maybe he was thinner than Frawley but he got the voice and mannerisms down pat that if I closed my eyes I could totally see Frawley speaking. Now if only the rest of the cast was as good as he was, the movie would have been at least partly bearable.

I gather this movie was intended to be a low budget TV movie because that’s exactly what it felt like. No effort put into it all because it went direct to streaming. 

Also there were so many historical inaccuracies, too many to list off but purist Lucy fans would spot the inconsistencies from a mile away (the most glaring issue was how Lucy and Desi met on the set of Too Many Girls in 1940).

Honestly... the costume department couldn’t have done a worse job...

Was this supposed to be Lucy’s natural brunette hair? Cause no.... no it’s not. 

Sorry but Kidman just couldn’t capture her beauty at all... 

The Communist speech was also really cheesy... the audience reactions could not be more forced and you can tell when they were told to gasp and look shocked. If Desi’s speech was staged for the cameras I could forgive the forced reactions but it was not staged and the audience irl was not expecting Desi’s speech. If you look up the actual address Desi gave to the studio audience it was much less dramatic and easier to suspend one’s disbelief.

The film offered nothing new either... in fact the crappy 1991 TV movie Before the Laughter did a more entertaining job of capturing Lucy and Desi’s rocky marriage than this movie did. I didn’t care for Maurice Benard as Desi but Frances Fisher KILLED it as Lucy. It was not a great movie by any means but I’d rather watch that one any day over this hot mess.

The only thing I can say that was positive was that it was a wise choice to zero in on a single week of filming the I Love Lucy show as opposed to showing their entire lives and careers. we see parts of that but there was too much to show in 2 hours so focusing on a single moment in their lives and what led up to that was for the best so that it didn’t feel too rushed. Biopics work best when you’re focusing on just one thing. But that being said the movie still fell flat on its character development and there was no emotional connection to Lucy and Desi at all. In 2 hours I felt like I still didn’t really know who these people were. It was a very surface level movie with no real deep commentary or themes or anything. I also hated the fake interviews with the writers as the movie’s opening it was very weak and cliche. They were trying to push this movie as a docu drama but it wasn’t. It was just another bad dramatization of two Hollywood Legends with no new insight. 

But then I didn’t really expect it to be a good movie so can’t say it met my expectations or really disappointed me because I had none going in.

I’m definitely going to watch the far more superior documentary Lucy and Desi directed by Amy Poehler. Docs are always 10000x better than crappy biopics.

#personal shit #films #i love lucy #lucille ball #desi arnaz #classic #vintage #1940s #1950s

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hello my dear @mccall-muffin !! I was your Secret Santa :) Have this Malarkey fic with some small hurt/comfort & unconditional love xx

PAIRING: Malarkey x Reader

GENRE: Fluff, angst if you squint

SUMMARY: He’s not the same after Bastogne and he knows it — you know it too, even if he didn’t realize it.

He always thought hell was meant to be this fiery pit millions of miles down. That’s what his mother taught him, anyway. But after Bastogne, Don figures he’d take the fiery pit over a frozen shell-ridden wasteland any day. He’d nearly shot himself in the foot just to catch a break.

He hadn’t, though, and sometimes that small victory was one of the few things he had to fall back on.

He still wasn’t sure if getting out of the patrol was a proper victory or not yet.

Of course, part of him was grateful to be out of it. He rarely got to sit anything out, ever. He’d been on the frontline of every single Operation since Normandy and he never complained, never made a stink about it. He kept moving because there was a job to do, and there were people counting on him. Buck, Guarnere, Toye, Penkala, Skip, you.

It was almost insane how that list became shorter and shorter with their time in Bastogne. But he quickly learned that war was insane — just as much as he was for jumping out of a perfectly good airplane nearly a year ago.

He stares at the battered wall across from his bunk, fists clenching and unclenching meticulously. You weren’t on the patrol either, and for that he was thankful. More than thankful, actually. He’d already said goodbye to too many people — some without them ever hearing it. The thought of potentially losing you? Over a prisoner snatch no less? That might be enough for Don to actually shoot himself in the foot.

Which was probably a little selfish, given that this entire time, you’ve been so graciously holding out a hand for him to take and he’s been expertly avoiding it. And he knows he shouldn’t — because you’d sit and you’d listen and maybe things would be lifted off of his shoulders, if only for a couple moments. But then where would they go? Straight onto your shoulders — and he couldn’t do that to you in good conscience.

“Don!”

He snaps his gaze, looks towards the door. Speak of the devil, and they shall appear. You stand there in the doorway, brows furrowed and worry evident on your features.

He watches as your lips pull into a frown and your brows furrow. “You didn’t hear a word I just said, did you?” Don shakes his head, picking at the skin of his fingers as he turns to look at you.

“Spaced out. Sorry about that,” he mutters. You reach out and take one of his hands, grabbing it and giving it a squeeze. He cracks a smile at that. At any moment he could be blown up or shot or meet his demise in a number of ways — and here you were, worrying about his fingers. “Run it by me again?”

“Winters is letting Jones go on the patrol. Vest, too,” for a moment, a wave of dread washes over him, but as if sensing it, you continue. “Martin’s leading the patrol, not Jones,” And as quickly as that dread arrived, it dissipates with your words, and Don can’t help but crack a smile at that. You haven’t let go of his hand yet. “...I think that’s the most I’ve seen you smile in the past three weeks.”

“Really? I’ve uh… I’ve smiled plenty.”

“Mm. No, not like this,” You bump your shoulder with his, he sways a little bit in response, and the small chuckle you let out makes him smile a little wider. “You don’t look like you’re about to puke into your helmet or anything. And you’re not being short for once.”

He doesn’t miss the sincerity in your tone, the way your fingers curl around his hand a little tighter. He’s been tethered to you for a while now — but something about the action feels… more tangible this way. He’d wanted to stick by your side for a while now. This felt like you granting permission for him to do so. But he doesn’t say that.

“You noticed all that? I didn’t…”

“Realize? I didn’t think you did,” He tracks your gaze as it shifts towards the window, covered in dust from the artillery that shakes Hageneu during the day, before it goes back to his face. “The rest of us did though. The guys didn’t… know what to do. I just figured it’d be best to wait until you came back or let me in or…”

You trail off and Don finds some type of courage to shift the hold so he’s properly lacing your fingers with his own. Your hands are warm and rough like his, the scars are similar but not exact, like the wear and tear on your ODs, the tired look in your eye. Cut from similar cloth, but not the exact same — and maybe he feels a little silly for not acknowledging that no matter how hard he tried, his burdens would always be yours.

That’s been your way since Toccoa and he doesn’t know when he forgot that, when he tricked himself into thinking that would somehow change now, when you knew that he would probably need it most.

“Must think I’m pretty rude, keeping a lady waiting, huh?”

“The absolute rudest, just what would your mother say?” At that, he chuckles, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand, looking down at how neatly they’re intertwined. Like two pieces of a puzzle.

“Smack me upside the head with the morning paper, and push me to take you out to dinner to make up for it,” and then, looking up at you, “But hot broth and spuds aren’t much of a dinner, so we might have to take a rain check on that one.”

You laugh and his heart does a flip at the sound. He could stay here all day, if given the chance — sitting on this paper thin mattress and looking at you like he’s back in Oregon sitting with a girl on the bleachers at a football game. All he can do is stare, smiling in a way that he knows is likely silly-looking, clinging to that sound. You settle for a moment, shaking your head, the smile ever present.

“Careful, I might actually take you up on it.” You state, looking at him. For a moment, Don bites his lip. And maybe it’s that he no longer reeks of artillery fire because of the shower, or maybe it’s the relief that he isn’t going on the patrol. Maybe it’s because if Toye and Guarnere and Muck were here, they’d be egging him on and telling him to open his mouth.

“Don’t think that’d be such a bad thing. A… A date, when we’re stateside. I know a pretty good restaurant.” He can feel his cheeks flush as he says it, but you don’t react to what he says for a moment, until you raise a brow at him.

“Are you asking me to go home with you, Don?” He doesn’t say anything, but he nods his head. You let out a sharp exhale through the nose, your eyes crinkling at the corners. “Alright then, pick me up at seven and don’t leave me waiting.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, but… in the meantime…” he finds himself leaning towards you — and maybe it’s his own impulse, but he presses his lips to yours in a firm kiss, his hand squeezing yours. And when you kiss him back with that same certainty, all he can do is smile and pull you in closer.

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[blueshistorysims]

Although they weren’t in the same class anymore, Byron and Reggie played outside together every single day. Byron didn’t mind that they couldn’t sit next to each in class—they would probably get in trouble for speaking while the teacher was. As long as he saw his best friend, the day would be a good one.

Reggie felt different. He wasn’t as smart as Byron. In fact, he struggled with arithmetic and reading, and his handwriting was atrocious. There were many afternoons where he had to behind during lunch practicing his penmanship. He didn’t like school one bit, and when he finished primary school, he didn’t plan to come. He was the only child of small, poor farmers. He was going to be a farmer. Why did farmers need to know about grammar rules and read books that weren’t the almanac or grocery list?

But that wasn’t why Reggie felt so different. He was envious of Byron. Byron who found academic tasks easy. Byron who had skipped three years of schooling and still had better grades than his siblings and classmates. The headmaster, Mr. Hall, clearly favored him over all of the students. All the teachers would fawn over him while he impressed everyone with his mastery of multiple languages. And Reggie would stand alone, watching everyone admire his friend. No one cared about a farmer’s son who could barely spell his own address.

“Are you alright, Reggie?” Byron asked one May afternoon, noticing his friend’s upset demeanor. “You have looked sullen a lot lately.”

“I’m surprised you noticed,” he muttered scornfully. 

Byron was taken aback by his friend’s angry tone. “Uh…”

The other boy scowled. “You’ve been ignoring me for weeks! All the attention is always around you, and I’m tired of following you around. Why would you want to be friends with me? My father is a farmer, and I’m dumb, and I can’t do arithmetic. Your father is a lawyer, and so was your grandfather and great-grandfather.” “...You don’t want to be my friend?”

“You clearly don’t need me, you toff.”

The brunette watched in shock as Reggie turned around and marched away. 

The events of the afternoon had seriously ruined Byron’s day, immediately going to his and Alexander’s room to sulk as soon as he arrived home. He thought it was the worst day of his life, and he was angry at Reggie for being so cruel. Why would he say such things? Friends didn’t do that. 

The door creaked open, and he saw his mother come in, shutting the door behind her. “Is everything alright, dear? Alexander said you’ve been upset since lunch.”

Byron frowned. “Reggie said I’ve been ignoring him, and I haven’t been a good friend because all the adults always talk to me. It’s not my fault they do that! …He called me a toff. What does that mean?”

She sighed, sitting on the bed next to him. “Oh, it’s just not a nice word to class someone who’s upper class.” Rebecca folded her hands into her lap. “Why do you think he said those words?”

“I don’t know.”

“Maybe he’s jealous?”

He looked up. “Jealous?”

“From what you’ve told me about Reggie, it sounds like he struggles with his schooling while you fly by so easily. Maybe you haven’t been paying attention to his feelings, and while you get much attention, he gets none.”

The boy swallowed. “...Perhaps you are right.”

She smiled and pulled him into a hug. “Tomorrow is a new day. Speak to Reggie. I’m sure everything will be alright.”

The next morning, Byron saw Reggie standing alone in the schoolyard, waiting for the bell to ring. They made eye contact, and he gulped. The shorter boy stared as Byron gathered the courage to march over, taking a deep breath.

“Can I talk to you?” Byron asked when he stopped in front of his friend. 

He nodded.

“You’re right. It’s not fair that I get all the attention. And I should haved realized that you were unhappy. Truthfully, I don’t like the attention. I’m sorry.”

Reggie swallowed. “I should be the one apologizing. I overreacted, and I hurt your feelings. I let my jealousy get the best of our friendship.”

“If you needed help on school work, you have just asked, you know.”

“I know.”

Byron smiled. “Shall we shake on it?”

“Promise to stay friends forever even if he’s a toff who spends most of his free time reading?” Reggie offered, holding his hand out. 

He laughed. “Promise to stay friends forever even if he’s stubborn and can’t read well?”

They both giggled as they shook each other’s hands. 

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[everystephoftheway]

Hi!! May I ask for 'Pulling you aside from an incoming force preventing you from colliding with said force.' with Vaxleth please? (Keyleth is canonically clumsy and Vax 1000% has to steer her out of danger all the time XD)

sorry it took me ten years to respond to this! and bc it's been ten years i don't remember which list this prompt came from lol I set this in the Camp Cloudtop universe ^_^

Vax wasn’t much of a fan of the green market that sprouted in the center of town every Yulisen, but Keyleth loved it and, well, he loved Keyleth. It wasn’t that he hated vegetables or local artisans; there were just…so. many. people. He was used to staying to the sides, keeping an eye on everyone where no eyes could find him. Emon was safe enough, but the crowds at the green market were large and condensed, perfect ground for a smooth pickpocket (he would certainly know). 

Yet, his girlfriend–his outdoor-loving, friendly, curious girlfriend–wanted to be down the center street every time. “There are new vendors every week!” She threw her arms up to emphasize her point as they walked toward the closed streets in the center of town. “I’d hate to miss out on one because we’re walking behind everything.”

Vax couldn’t quite argue back; his reasons of paranoia and safety would simply get an eye roll and a gentle squeeze of his hand, a promise that she wouldn’t let anything bad happen to him. He lingered behind Keyleth as they made their way into the crowded beginnings of the market. The long street was lined with stalls selling everything from farm goods to armor to weapons to crafts. The food stalls always had the longest lines; today a vendor selling hard candy had the customers’ attention, and Vax flicked his chin toward the curving line.

“Let’s come back to this one. The line will be shorter later.” 

Keyleth nodded in agreement and continued walking, but her eyes stayed fixed on the stall where an older gnome was stretching long ropes of melted sugar, shaping and creating the candies right in front of everyone. 

“Keyleth!” Vax’s eyes, never fixed on anything but her, reached out and pulled her back by the straps of her long dress so she bumped into his chest just in time to avoid a collision with a gaggle of kids running right at them. 

His hands didn’t leave her waist where they had secured her even as the kids ran past, none the wiser to the crash they almost caused. 

“Slow down!” Vax called after them–the camp counselor instinct ripe and quick–but his attention was brought back to Keyleth as she pulled his hands away. “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah,” she breathed, cheeks flush with embarrassment. “I didn’t see them coming at all. Sorry. I should pay better attention.” 

Vax shook his head. “They are the ones running through a crowd like a bunch of morons. And I’m happy to be your eyes in the back of your head.”

With a smile, Keyleth leaned down and gave Vax a sweet kiss. “Thank you. We definitely need to come back to this stall, though. The candy looks amazing.”

“Mm.” Vax finally looked over at the candy being made and he gave an agreeing nod. “It does look pretty good.” 

He only looked for a moment before his eyes fell back onto Keyleth, their hands intertwined as she began to lead them forward through the crowd. She managed to keep her eyes on the heads in front of her for about thirty seconds before her focus was drawn to a stall with beautiful silk work. Vax simply chuckled to himself and started to watch for any other impending collisions. 

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[happypopcornprincess]

The Heartbreak Prince (Prequel)

Pairings - Rooster x OG Desi Character Nisha Bagchi

Warnings: Major Spoilers for Top Gun (1986) and Top Gun: Maverick (2022)

A/N - For all the girlies asking for a Desi! Reader fic, here it is! This is my first time writing with an original character, this may or may not turn into a series or will be a looong one shot (I can’t decide upon it). This starts just after The Wedding Bet Date Top Gun AU, I will make a separate master list for this universe with all the stories of my Top Gun AU set in this. This is a prequel, full fic will be out this week :) Hope y’all like it.

This was requested Anonymously, whoever you are, thank you!

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Living in an oceanfront house with his 15-year-old stepsister who would not listen to him was not on Bradley’s bucket list.

When Maverick and Penny left for their honeymoon after their wedding, they were planning on letting Amelia stay at her friend’s house for the duration of their trip. But after the stunt she pulled at Penny’s Bachelorette, they were paranoid to do so.

Also, the fact that she is a literal carbon copy of her mother, who was infamous for pulling stunts in her youth didn’t help them either.

Penny and Pete practically begged Bradley to keep an eye on Amelia, living at Penny’s home until they return.

Bradley would see his friends and colleagues fight their siblings to death and love them more than themselves. He always thought of it as a peculiar bond between two people. He had lived alone for a long time. It was difficult to fit in with a person who does nothing but talk about pop culture and how tragic Anakin and Padme’s story was. 

Amelia seems like an absolute angel, and she was slowly growing on him. But, she was the sneakiest teenager he had ever come across.

He had his fair share of fun in his teens, but he was never that sneaky. So after he was about to ground her for trying to sneak out yet another time, she gave him the most adorable puppy eyes. He had to agree to a movie night instead.

And here he was now, running around the small naval town trying to find a specific type of popcorn and chips she listed for him.

The small store wasn’t crowded a lot but was still busy on a Saturday night. He roamed around the aisles, his eyes searching the stacks of food as he subconsciously muttered, “Cheddar Cheese” under his breath. He was so lost in doing so, he totally missed the figure coming towards him, and bumped into a shopping cart.

“Whoa!” he stepped back, trying to regain his balance, as he heard a string of apologies thrown towards him.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry! Are you okay?” a familiar voice followed.

Bradley looked at the cart that hit him in the ankle, and then at the person holding it.

Eyes as dark as his stared back at him, the same eyes he'd stared into so many times before. She had shorter hair now, reaching just above her elbows, and apart from her absence of glasses, she looked exactly the same.

He took a sharp breath. “Nisha?” he whispers, desperately trying to believe his eyes.

“It’s been a while, sunny.” she smiles.

Chapter One

Prequel to this series (Hangman X Phoenix) || The Wedding Bet Date

A/N - Thank you everyone for sticking with me till the end of this fic! if you liked it please let me know through the asks and the comments. Any and all requests, headcanons, and drabble requests about this AU is mostly welcome. Love y'all, Take Care!

Requests are open! Feel free to request anything.

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