#and stitched them together in PS later

[sailorsallyart]

Some traditional FIMMFs <3

#misha collins #hand studies #male hands #pencil art #hand study #fimmf #fimmf studies #traditional art #artist on tumblr #bottom one looks slightly wonky bc oc I had to start drawing in the corner of the page and ran out of space #and then had to use more paper #and stitched them together in PS later

[yanaromanov]

close to your heart

- rosie betzler x daughter reader

summary: rosie comforts her daughter, hesitant about leaving for her training weekend, and gives her a gift to always remember her by.

warning(s): WWII era, mentions of nazis and hitler etc., war talk, slight mention of bullying, tiny bit of angst but mostly just fluff and comfort, reader is jojo’s twin sister (age 10)

authors note: there are barely any rosie fics out there and that’s criminal so i wrote one. ps, i need her to give me a hug rn.

3.2K words

The face that stares back at you in the mirror isn’t one you quite recognise. It seems to have fallen that way over the last year, fading away to a person you didn’t entirely know. Perhaps it was added to by the attire you now adorned, the tan blazer and black skirt sitting oddly against your skin, the white shirt underneath itching at the nape of your neck. You missed the summer dresses your mother often dressed you in, the cardigans patterned with embroidered flowers or the blouses in beautiful pale colours. Now it was all stripped away to a dull uniform, your girly flowers replaced by the red jungvolk symbol stitched into the arm of your coat. It was the image of everything your twin brother loved, and everything you were so unsure about.

“Do you have everything ready, my love?”

The voice startles you from your thoughts, your head spinning from your reflection where you stood previously examining your outfit. But when you spy the owner of the voice, your tensed shoulders loosen, greeted by a soft and familiar face.

“Ja, mama,” your reply, smiling back as the blonde-haired woman walks further into your room. Her eyes glance over you, then to the desk to your left.

“Do I need to check there are more than just books in that satchel or can I trust you this time?”

Your eyes follow to the brown satchel that sits upon the wooden desk, previously packed the night before for your expedition that weekend. Despite your brother having been packed for weeks, it had taken you longer to get round to it, your excitement barren compared to his. Still now, you push a smile on to your face, looking up at your mother.

“There are more than just books. I promise.”

She looks down on you with a playfully suspicious eye, a giggle stifling itself in your throat. “Alright, I’ll believe you this time.”

As a smile creeps on to her lips, her delicate fingers find the rolled neckerchief around your collar, adjusting the woven woggle until it sits perfectly straight against your shirt. She picks an invisible piece of dust from your shoulder before her hands land atop of them, eyes glinting down on you. “Come, I’ll do your hair for you.”

Her head nods in the direction of her bedroom, just across the hall from yours, as she turns away. Guided by a hand grasping hers, you follow your mother until the pair of you stand inside her room, your eyes momentarily fluttering over the comforting patterns and colours the decorations held. In front of the mirror, you take a seat on the small cushioned stool, looking over your shoulder as your mother reaches into the drawer you know she keeps all of her beauty supplies. It’s off limits to you for now but she says she’ll teach you everything there is to know about makeup and being a woman once you’re old enough, something you can only hope comes sooner rather than later.

When your mom returns with the hair brush in her hand, you swivel back around in your spot. You watch in the reflection as she begins to pull the bristles through your hair, humming a nonsensical tune as she frees you from any knots. “Your hair is getting so long, huh?” she muses from behind as she pulls your hair back from your face, intertwining strands to form two long braids down your back. You simply watch in a peaceful silence as she continues to hum to herself, just as much concentrated on your mother’s face as the work of her fingers. No matter what, it always seemed like she was able to appear put together, perpetually beautiful even doing the most mundane of tasks.

When your braids are completed, neatly running over your shoulders, your mother reaches across to the dresser. Atop, sit two small ribbons which she pulls between her fingers, previously unnoticed by your eye. From behind, she lifts up one braid at a time, tying the ribbon around the bottom until she places them both at the front, two perfect little bows in place. The blonde’s head comes to rest upon yours, both of your eyes meeting in the reflection of the mirror. She smiles widely as she looks back at you. “Beautiful.”

A small kiss is placed on the crown of your head before your mother turns away, returning to her dresser and the secret beauty drawer it holds. While she tidies away, your eyes remain fixed on your reflection. For a moment, your fingers reach up to touch the small ribbons in your hair, the material soft and silky against your skin. Then they drop to your lap, a small sigh exiting your lips. The distraction of your mother’s soft touch has now gone, your mind fading back to the small distress it found looking at yourself just ten minutes before.

It seems with your sigh, you show more expression that you intended, and with it, you cause your mother to turn in her spot. Her eye meets you again in the mirror, her smile quickly dropping into a perturbed frown. “Why such a long face, hm?” she asks, closing the gap between you both as she comes to stand behind you. “You don’t think I did a good job?”

Immediately, you shake your head, forcing a smile onto your face. “No, you did, mama.”

But this isn’t any old person you’re trying to fool. Your mother knows you like the back of her own hands, and sees straight through your forced happiness. “Then why do you look so sad?”

With her words, your expression drops once more. Your eyebrows dip as your lips fall into a pout, your gaze dropping to your lap and the pair of anxious hands that rest there. “I don’t want to go, mama.”

The words ring out familiar, something you’d not only already told your mother, but also yourself a hundred times over. The training weekend was supposed to be a great trip for the jungvolk, a chance to learn real skills surrounded by professional soldiers, but the entire idea of it made you feel rather sick to your stomach. Going to school alone made you feel a slight homesickness, longing to return back home with each hour you spent away, so the concept of an entire weekend spent out in the forest sounded almost unbearable. Perhaps it was just the idea of being away from your mother for so long that made your stomach churn, a longing attachment to her lingering around your head ever since you’d been a small child, something the other girls at school hadn’t missed out on and found opportunity to pick on you for. The entire thing wasn’t helped by the fact your brother was a complete fanatic, entirely devoted to the jungvolk and non-stop going on about the weekend and how much fun it was going to be. You, on the other hand, just couldn’t wait to be back home.

A small sigh escapes your mother’s lips as your statement befalls her ears. You feel her move beside you, then in your peripheral see her kneeling down on the carpet in front of you. “I know, darling,” she says, voice gentle. “But you have to. Who else is going to look after your brother, hm?”

You scoff as you raise your eyes to meet hers, scowling slightly as you look at her gently smiling face. “Jojo will just be with his stupid friends the whole time. And he says I can’t hang out with them because I’m a girl.”

Your mother clicks her tongue. “Ah, yes. Well, boys are stupid. A sad fact us smart girls have to learn.”

You know she’s trying to joke, trying to make you smile, but this morning it’s not in your heart. It hurts a little to ignoring her playfully smirking face, one that always has you creasing at the corners of your eyes, but still your eyes fall back to your lap, your expression returning to the sad frown the planned expedition has caused.

You hear your mother let out a small sigh, adjusting herself where she sits as a hand reaches out for one of yours, grasping and squeezing ever so gently with silken soft skin. “Maybe this weekend you can make a friend of your own, hm? Finally find someone to talk to besides your books?”

You know your mother’s words are coming from a place of warmth but still they manage to twist the knife in your gut. You’d always struggled to make friends, the girls at school never quite accepting you and always finding a reason to holler a mean comment your way. “Maybe,” you mutter under your breath, knowing that the likelihood of her proposition was next to none. The fact all the girls from your school were also attending the training weekend was just another reason for your hesitation to go. Now trying to fight back small tears that pool at the corners of your eyes, you look back up from your lap. “Why can’t I just stay here with you, mama?”

Rosie gives you that motherly look she so often does, soft but assertive. “Darling, we talked about this,” she says, head tilting, the previously spoken conversation seemingly translating through her eyes. “Besides, I have things to do while you’re away.”

You frown. “What things?”

“Mama things,” she replies, eyebrows raising.

Her response only seems to deepen your troubled expression. “You’re always doing mama things.”

Rosie sighs, adjusting herself where she kneels on the floor. “Well I have to do mama and papa things now, hm,” she hums, trying to meet your gaze that has fallen away from her face. “It’s not so easy keeping you and your brother fed, especially since he’s decided he’s the man of the house and should eat as such.”

Another joke, another one of your mother’s attempts to make you laugh. The memory of your brother’s demands surfaces in your mind, dictating that as a ‘man’ he should get a bigger portion than you because you were just a ‘little girl’. An argument had of course ensued over the fact he was only fourteen minutes older than you and that he wasn’t a man, just a little boy too. The memory of it all is one you know your mom has brought up to make you laugh, but your mind instead sticks to the previous comment befallen from her lips.

It’s been almost three years since your father had been conscripted for the war, and over two years since you’d received your last letter from him. Your mama told you constantly he was doing what he could, fighting to end the war so he could come home to all of you. But every day his absence seemed to hurt a little more, like a thousand needles poking at your little aching heart.

“I miss papa.”

The words are uttered to your lap, the tears threatening to fall off the cusp of your waterline. There’s a sound from your mother that echoes out, almost a gasp but somehow gentler. Then another, a sigh, as you hear her stand to her feet. A pair of hands reach out for yours, pulling gently and tugging you to your feet. As you stand, long arms envelope you in an embrace, one of your mother’s hands coming to rest on the back of your head. You bury yourself into her warmth as she sways gently, holding you close. “Me too, little cub,” she whispers softly. “Me too.”

For a moment, you simply bask in the comfort of her touch, hidden away in her arms from a world you didn’t want to face. “He’ll be home soon, right?”

You're pulled away from the hug, your mother holding on to your shoulders as she smiles down at you. "Very soon, my darling." Her words are meant as a comfort but you're old enough now to know they're not strong in truth, the same promise uttered to you over more months than you could care to count. Still, you take this moment to pretend to yourself that this time it is true, that very soon your family will be reunited once more.

It seems your mother must notice your still solace expression as her hands move to your own. She grabs hold gently as she turns you, guiding you towards her bed. "Here, sit," she says. You follow her instructions, sitting yourself on the edge of the mattress, watching as your mother crosses the room. You try your best to see around her as she rakes through a drawer in her desk, moments later returning with something hidden in her hand. "I was going to save this for your birthday but I think now might be a better time for you to have it." You watch intently as she kneels next to you, eyes focused on her clasped hand and whatever it may be concealing. "Plus, I think it might give you some strength for this weekend."

Curiously, you watch as her hand extends out to you, her fingers unfurling to reveal whatever gift she may have. When you spy what it is, a soft gasp elicits from your throat, eyes trained on the alluring glint radiated by the golden metal sat in your mother's open palm. You notice her smile from the corner of your eye as she reads your face. "You remember this?" she asks and you nod quickly.

A small hand reaches out to touch the piece of jewelry bundled up in her hand, fingers tracing along the chain and then the shape of the metal. "Your old locket," you reply, voice barely above a whisper as you admire the necklace, the golden centrepiece delicately inlaid with intricate swirls and patterns. There was a time your mother wore it every day, up until your father had bought her a new one for their anniversary.

Rosie hums happily at your recognition, her smile deepening. "Open it up," she says, face awaiting your reaction.

You do as she says, carefully reaching out for the necklace and taking it in your hands. With attentive fingers, you click open the clasp, opening up the locket's two halves and letting them sit delicately against your palm. A smile immediately appears on your face as you see the images printed inside, a warmth bubbling up inside your chest. On one half is your father, the other half your mother, both smiling back at you in their Sunday best. They are the same images contained within your family portrait down stairs, only this time they are hidden away in a small locket meant just for you.

"Do you like it?" Rosie asks, her face waiting in front of you. You meet her eyes with a glint, smiling wide from ear to ear.

"I love it."

The smile on your mother's face deepens as she laughs gently. "Here," she says, standing to her feet. "Let me put it on for you." You follow her to your feet, moving to stand in front of the mirror as she takes the necklace from your hand. Watching the reflection, you seen her unclasp the locket before moving it around your neck. She fastens it back up, allowing it to rest against your shirt. Quickly, she pulls your hair out from the chain, making sure it is perfectly secured around your neck before meeting your eye in the reflection. You smile widely up at her as your fingers find the locket, playing with the metal and once again tracing its engraved details. "It's beautiful, mama."

Rosie smiles, placing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "Almost as beautiful as you." She reaches out gently for your shoulders as she turns you around to face her, bending ever so slightly at the knee to reach the same height as you. "Now," she says. "You wear this and me and papa will always be with you." Her hand reaches out towards your chest, resting to cover the locket. "Right here. Close to your heart, okay?"

You nod, feeling the warmth in your chest not only from her touch but from the sentiment of your new found gift. "Ja, mama."

Just then, the serenity of your moment is suddenly shattered as you hear a scream radiating through your house. Both you and your mother turn your head towards the door as the yells from down stairs travel through the house and to your ears. It's your brother's voice, most likely from his bedroom, screaming the same words over and over, a salute to your country's ruler. His voice gets louder as you hear him run through the house, eventually throwing the front door open and simply howling out to the outside world. As you hear it dim away, guessing he's moved away from the house and most likely down the street, you turn back to look at your mother. Her expression is rather amusing, looking quite confused but, in a way, also entirely used to your brother's odd antics. "That boy has too much energy for his own good, you know that?" she says, meeting your gaze. You laugh at her comment, imagining your brother running down the streets of town like he so often did. Just then, your mother smiles back at you, her expression immediately softening. Her fingers reach to hold your cheek, grasping so gently at your skin. "There's my beautiful smiling girl."

Her words can't help but deepen your smile, looking up her eyes so full of love and comfort. You two bask in the moment until she turns away, reaching for the small black beret that sits upon the edge of the bed. "Here," Rosie says, placing the hat upon your head and adjusting it so it sits just right. She bends at the knee, looking at you with a warm expression. "You are going to be just fine this weekend, I promise." Her hands find your shoulders, giving them a reassuring squeeze. "And when you come back, I'll give you the biggest mama lion hug in the whole world and we can eat chocolate by the fire while you tell me how annoying your brother was all trip. How does that sound?"

You meet her playful glance with a lighthearted smile of your own. "Sounds good, mama."

Rosie winks, clicking her tongue in unison, a trick that always brings a smile to both you and your brother's face. "That's my girl," she says, holding on to your chin for just a moment before she straightens up once more. She brushes away invisible dust on her trousers then smiles down at you. "Now let’s get some breakfast packed up for you and your brother. You can catch up with him and both eat it on the way, hm?"

You nod, content in the idea. "Okay, mama."

But before she can turn to leave the room, you're reaching out for one final touch, your arms wrapping around her waist and face burying into her chest. She holds you back, placing gentle kisses to the top of your head. "I love you so much, my darling cub," she says, voice as gentle as the summer breeze. And in her warmth you smile, because no matter how frightening the world may seem, how apprehensive you are to venture out there, she would always be there as a shining light to guide you back home.

"I love you so much too, mama."

#rosie betzler #rosie betzler x reader #rosie betzler x daughter #rosie betzler x daughter reader #jojo rabbit #jojo rabbit fanfiction #jojo rabbit fic #rosie betlzer x child reader #scarlett johansson #scarlett johansson x reader #scarlett johansson x daughter reader

[ernestsewell]

Two years in the making?!

I started saving HSTs around May 2021. So the quilt took me slightly over two years to have enough HSTs. It’s almost like a history map of my quilting. So, yes, these are half-square triangles that I’ve made and saved from projects. 

I simply sewed that 2nd stitch behind most of my 45º angles and just saved the HSTs for a later time. I slowly sewed rows as I had enough, put them together, and repeated the process again later. I didn’t save anything smaller than 2” because why bother? There are some tiny 1/2” HSTs in there clustered together just out of boredom one day.

I tried some geometric meandering here and there, alongside my usual loopy meander. The quilt was near impossible to square because everything is on the bias pretty much. So, I basted the best I could, quilted, and here we are. This one is staying at home permanently so I didn’t overthink it too much.

PS even the batting is pieced.

It’s 72”x86”.

#quilting #men who quilt

[nalyra-dreaming]

I've read the Loustat scene that Anne wrote in her diaries and it made me think of the scene in Laden as the sea (ep 6 hate f***) where Lestat wants Louis to keep drinking from him so he can see their love instead of just Magnus.

The sharp hot feeling of Louis’ fangs, sinking deep, Louis’ lips closing on his throat, as Louis does not resist the impulse. A lance of terror, of memory, rushing by, and he feels Louis recoil a bit, feels the grip on his wrists loosen, and then fall away. Lestat’s one hand flies up, grips Louis by the neck, holds him down, holds the bite, almost panicked. No, not that, never that. He swallows, tightening his grip, needing to make Louis see more on the next swallow. He squeezes his own eyes shut even more tightly, forces himself to let go of the memory, of then, and then pulls up the memories of them, of their life, of their love. Of the love they shared. Of the pleasure they shared. Of everything they are. And they are not that. They are a lot indeed, but not… that. Never that.

🥺 That is what it's all about, isn't it. That's the part that's missing for them (in the show in the later years), due to circumstance. The bloodsharing.

I've been talking to others about this, but I think one of the reasons why Anne did the scene differently in PLotRA eventually is because it kinda contradicts Merrick. (Because why would Lestat send Merrick and David away if it was "only" letting Louis drink? He did that with them both there just earlier.)

But in and all it fits so well!!! The need, the absolute need to know, finally know once more what the other thinks and feels. Beyond the pain, beyond the doubt, beyond the absolute crippling pain they both feel. There is a world of hurt in that small scene, and old wounds, being reopened.

In the books, Lestat is the one who flees from them, wanders away, sometimes stares up at Trinity Gate where Armand and Louis are.

For me this sentence by Louis hits so hard.

I can’t live without you! “ he said. “I swear, you wander off on me again, I…”

Oof.

There is so much in there. Awareness, need, pain. Their journey with each other, stitched together by all the hints we got over the books.

The missing scenes.

For me the scene just clicks into place to be frank, it is one of those scenes where I can see them omit it in the book (in-universe). The later actual book scene is very poignant as well after all, with Louis "apologizing" by hunting a woman who wants her husband to be killed.

So yes. I know what you mean, and it has struck me quite intensely as well.

PS: (The show has obviously softened Louis' rejection of drinking blood from others already, so I think the show version of them probably didn't share blood... enough^^).

PPS: I'm doing a Magnus-recount-and-healing-fic if you're interested, because even in the later books that trauma is still very much present. Mind the tags though.

#Anonymous #amc iwtv #iwtv #amc interview with the vampire #interview with the vampire amc #iwtv amc #iwtv 2022 #interview with the vampire #lestat de lioncourt #louis de pointe du lac #loustat #iwtv fic #my fic #vc fic #vampire chronicles fic #asks #ask nalyra

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I perhaps request Byakuya and Uryuu with an s/o who's always making them bentos with little love notes on them?

Byakuya + Uryu - S/O who makes them Bentos

His feet touch down silently in the front of the estate as Byakuya flash stepped here from the 6th. His haori flapping in the breeze behind him.

“Welcome home Lord Kuchiki.” Miwa, one of the lead house attendants, greeted as usual with a low bow upon arrival. To which he nodded respectfully.

“Where is [Y/N]?” Byakuya asked. Having crossed the threshold and realizing that the presence of his wife was missing.

“Lady Kuchiki had an urgent matter to attend to and was called away to assist, my lord.” Miwa replied. “She won’t be back until this evening.” The captain hummed in acknowledgment and disapproval. If only he had known that. He would have stayed at work. “The lady did ask me to give you this.” He looked at the servant fully now to see a neatly wrapped package in their hands. “She made this before she left and requested I give it to you, my lord.”

Byakuya took that package, wrapped in a pink cloth with fine stitching he recognized as hers, and opened it. “A bento?” How uncharacteristically odd. And, he supposed, charming.

‘My love,’ He read from the note attached to the lid. Feeling his cheeks warm at the somehow intimate nature of her words in print. ‘Please do not be cross with me as I had to rush off and miss our usual lunch date. Duty calls. Please enjoy this bento I made and think of me in my stead. I will be home this evening to tell you about my adventures over dinner. Yours eternally [Y/N]’

He closed the note and slipped it into his breast pocket. Never to be seen by any eyes but his own. “I will be in the garden.” He announced. Calm, cool, but heart & mind warmed by his wife’s kind gesture.

He sat on the back porch. Enjoying the smell of trees, and the bento his wife had made him. If he closed his eyes, it was almost as if she were here with him. He’d have to thank her when she came home that evening.

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Uryu gave a heavy sigh as he sat down for what felt like the first time in his whole life.

He knew becoming a doctor would be difficult, and his residency challenging, but he didn’t think it would be this hard. All the running around. The paperwork. All while still trying to learn the skills to become a great doctor. There was no time for slacking off, and especially not when your father was in charge of the hospital.

“Hello Ishida-kun!” One of the other residence greeted as they walked into the lounge as well for lunch. “Soft breads were 2 for 1 at the store this morning. Want one?”

“No, thank you. I have a packed lunch from home.” He replied as he unwrapped his bento.

“Ahhhh….lucky. That newly wed life must be great.”

Uryu coughed once and pushed up his glasses with a deep blush on his cheeks. Too flustered to remind his colleague that he wasn’t married, they were just living together. But it was indeed a perk.

Opening the bento full he looked at the carefully crafted meal and smiled. A very colorful, nutritious lunch of pork cutlet sandwiches, salad, and his favorite sweet potatoes. Clearly they had put a lot of effort, like they always did, into making sure he ate properly.

He was about to pick up his chopsticks and eat when he noticed a note under his silverware. He picked it up and read it quickly, thinking it might be a reminder for something he had to do later.

‘Do your best today Uryu! I know your working very hard, but try to take some breaks now & then. Drink plenty of water. I’ll see you when you get home.

PS -there are some extra sweet potatoes in the fridge if you get home early!’

The quincy smiled at the thoughtful note. Thinking about how they must have worked on the potatoes while he was studying after dinner. Making sure he had a lunch when he wasn’t even sure if they had a lunch at all today.

He picked up his chopsticks and started eating. It was delicious as always. He also decided, midway through his second sandwich, that he’d try to take them out to dinner tonight to give them the night off from cooking. They needed a break now & then too, ya know.

#;ask and ye shall receive (request answers) #bleach #bleach tybw #bleach imagines #bleach scenarios #uryu ishida #uryuu ishida #uryu x reader #uryu ishida x reader #byakuya kuchiki #byakuya x reader #imagine #scenarios #female reader

[marvelfanfics1]

Could you do more little!loki? Maybe when mommy is injured? Ps. I LOVE your stories (♡-♡)

Mommy is hurt

(GIF not mine)

Pairing: little!Loki x Mommy!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, mentions of injuries (gunshot wound), reader uses some bad words, Loki is a bit scared, fluff, some angst

A/N: Thank you <3

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Thor carried you inside the quinjet and it instantly took off after the rest got inside. He laid you down on a small bed and you hissed in pain.

"Fuck! This shit hurts!" you cursed and earned a glare from Steve. "God Rogers, fuck you and your language. Get shot and we will see how you'd react"

He just shook his head and whispered something to Bruce, who nod in response and came towards you with a syringe.

"No, absolutely not. When we arrive back at the tower and Loki sees me unconscious he will freak out. If that- shit!" you threw your head back when another wave of pain hit you, your adrenaline shock slowly fading. "Give me something else"

A minute later Bruce came back and injected you with something that made you go funny in your head, but you're still conscious though.

Arriving back at the tower Thor picked you up and you felt something soft underneath you. It must be a medical cart or something. You giggled the whole time and noticed someone grabbing your hand.

"Mommy?" your head lulled to the side and you smiled lazily at Loki, your sweet little Loki.

"Hey baby, had fun with Peter?" you slurred a little, kissing the back of his hand. He nod and looked down at your leg, where Thor was holding a cloth on your wound, and tears pricked in his eyes.

"Don't worry, brother. Banner will take care of her" he assured him and they started to push you to the med bay.

Loki never left your side, having a dead grip on your hand while Bruce an Dr. Cho were working on your leg. They often got a glare from Loki when you winced in pain because the medication wore off.

"You'll be okay mommy" he whispered to you and handed you his favorite stuffie that he called Thunder. "He'll pwotect you"

"Thank you, love bug, I feel a lot better. You know what would help me too?" you asked and he shook his head. "A kiss"

He blushed and leaned down to give you a quick kiss, a little embarrassed in front of Bruce, but still gave you a second kiss on your forehead as you do to him all the time.

Thirty minutes later Bruce stitched you together and helped you sit down in a wheelchair.

Loki pushed you to your shared bedroom and helped you as best he could on your bed, making everything comfortable for you, and extra laid a pillow under your hurt leg.

"Bwuce said you need to take these," he said in his sweet little voice, handing you the pills and a cup of water. After swallowing them you placed everything on the bedside table.

"Let's order some take out and watch some cartoons, you can pick," you said and patted his side of the bed.

Loki got on the bed and laid down with his head on your stomach. You started to scratch his head and he hummed in response, making you chuckle.

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[aydaptic]

The Ending of "BioShock: Infinite" with DLC Explained in Detail

*MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE MAIN GAME AND DLC BELOW*

PS: I wrote this years ago on Steam and Reddit, but it has been revised a bit by answering a few other questions I’ve seen asked.

INTRODUCTION

Recently, I picked up this game again, playing on '1999 Mode' to get the 'Scavenger Hunt' achievement. How is this relevant? Reaching for this achievement basically forced me to look at every nook and cranny of the game for salts, health, money, etc. in order to keep myself alive to finish it. Now, six years later, I've finally found the answers to the most common questions I've seen asked by various people.

I now see this game to be the best-executed story in video game history ever told, and coming from someone whose favorite franchise is Dark Souls, it's obvious that I love games where you have to piece it together yourself.

The writers of Infinite are, quite frankly, geniuses.

To start off, everything in this game has a purpose. Nothing is unnecessary and the dev team has put much care into what they include and don't include not to complicate the narrative. Listen to the voxophones and delve deep into the meaning of each. Closely listen in on the dialogues of common citizens. Look at your surroundings. Watch every kinetoscope and use every telescope. Play the game at least twice. You'll be surprised with how much you've missed out on your first run and how much sense everything makes.

Did they plan this entire thing from the beginning AKA since the first BioShock? No, they didn't, and Ken Levine confirms this in the BioShock Remastered: Director's Commentary videos. Nevertheless, that doesn't take away from how impressive it is that they've stitched everything together, and come up with the prequel that we know as BioShock: Infinite.

I won't get into stuff such as gameplay, aesthetics, themes, etc. This post focuses on the story.

CONSTANTS AND VARIABLES

What's the meaning behind and what are the "constants" and "variables" of this game? "Constants" are events that happen in every single universe while the "variables" are all the decisions that separate each universe. The main "constant" of Booker and Columbia is the baptism and the "variables" are the results of decisions that Booker makes after taking/refusing the baptism. The other main "constants" that apply to all universes including Rapture are "a man," "a lighthouse" and "a city," which Elizabeth puts it. Every single lighthouse AKA star is a separate universe and the Tears are doorways to them. Comstock (the man) creates Columbia (the city) in some universes and Andrew Ryan (the man) creates Rapture (the city) in other universes. The similarities don't stop there, though.

Connections to the First 'BioShock’

What are the similarities between BioShock and BioShock: Infinite? There are too many to mention here, but I'll write down the basics.

(Zachary Hale Comstock = Andrew Ryan) Both founders of the city. Zachary Hale Comstock of Columbia = Andrew Ryan of Rapture.

(Columbia = Rapture) Both ambitious cities created by the founders. Columbia in the sky = Rapture in the sea.

(Booker DeWitt = Jack Ryan) Both the instrument of taking down the founder. Booker DeWitt taking down Comstock = Jack Ryan taking down Andrew Ryan.

(Elizabeth Comstock = Little Sisters) Both special subjects. Elizabeth Comstock and Tears = Little Sisters and ADAM.

(Songbird = Big Daddies) Both imprinted protectors. Elizabeth Comstock and Songbird = Little Sisters and Big Daddies.

(Rosalind/Robert Lutece = Brigid Tenenbaum) Both discovering what makes the special subject special. Lutece discovering Tears that make Elizabeth Comstock special = Brigid Tenenbaum discovering ADAM that makes Little Sisters special.

(Daisy Fitzroy = Atlas/Frank Fontaine) Both starting a rebellion against the founder and is killed by the special subject. Daisy Fitzroy (killed by Elizabeth) rebels against Zachary Hale Comstock = Atlas/Frank Fontaine (killed by Little Sisters) rebels against Andrew Ryan.

(Jeremiah Fink = Yi Suchong) = Both creators of tonics. Jeremiah Fink with the Vigors = Yi Suchong with the Plasmids.

FOLLOW-UP: Wait, since Booker is Comstock, how can Booker be both Andrew Ryan AND Jack? He's not. Booker is Jack in some universes and Comstock is Andrew Ryan in the very same universes. When Booker took the baptism, he was "born again" as a different man, so he and Comstock aren't really the same person.

The Main Universes

How many "main" universes are there in terms of Booker's story? Three.

The Comstock universes: In some realities, Booker accepted the baptism, and took the name Zachary Hale Comstock. We call this character Comstock.

The Booker universes: In other realities, he denied the baptism (one of them is the start of the game.) We call this character Booker.

(DLC) The Rapturestock universe: In ONE reality, Comstock decapitated Anna and went to Rapture, thus becoming separated from the Columbia universes. I'll touch upon this further down where I talk about the death of Comstock. We call this character Rapturestock.

Breaking the Circle

How does one break the circle? To break the circle, someone has to kill "the man," before he builds "the city." BioShock: Infinite breaks the cycle because it's a prequel to the first BioShock and I'll delve into that further down.

How do we know how many times they have attempted to break the circle? When we're thrown into the game, it's suggested that it's Booker’s 123rd attempt at breaking the circle. We can tell this by looking at the “Heads or Tails” board that the Luteces present us with. The first time you die in-game (if you do,) is the 124th attempt at breaking the cycle, and so on and so forth. You can of course complete the game without dying once and that means that the 123rd attempt is the one that breaks the circle.

Booker's Past

What's the significance of OUR Booker's past? In 1890, Booker took part in the Wounded Knee massacre. He was riddled with guilt for killing so many people and considered baptizing himself in the hope to “wash away” his sins.

What's the "constant" backstory of the Booker universes AKA the one we play in from the start? Booker met a woman named Annabelle Watson and married her. The two had a child in 1893 and Annabelle died giving birth, sending Booker into depression. He began drinking and gambling, which eventually led to him forming several debts. He named the child Anna as a tribute to his wife.

Booker's Wife

Who is Booker's wife? A woman named Annabelle Watson is his wife in the Booker universes, and in the Comstock universes, she's Lady A. (Annabelle) Comstock. His wife is alive in the Comstock universes because she never gave birth to Anna as Comstock was sterile. It's the same person in separate realities.

Comstock's Past

What's the "constant" backstory of the Comstock universe? A baptized Booker AKA Comstock meets Rosalind Lutece. She’s a scientist and finds out how to open Tears. Using the Tears, Comstock sees into alternate universes and poses as a prophet that can "see into the future," building his following. Lutece explains in a voxophone that Comstock didn't realize that the Tears were simply renditions of "what could be" instead of "what is." Comstock found out that he needed a heir to destroy the world below and this heir was Anna Watson DeWitt from a separate reality. Using the Tears for his "prophecies," Comstock is greatly exposed to the Device, becoming sterile and aging rapidly. He does, however, need a child that can continue his legacy and it's more dire than ever considering his rapid aging. With the help of Lutece, he opens a Tear into the Booker universe with the intent of taking Booker’s child as his own.

'Everyman, All at Once'

"One man goes into the waters of baptism (Booker.) A different man comes out (Comstock,) born again. But who is that man who lies submerged? Perhaps that swimmer is both sinner and saint, until he is revealed unto the eyes of man." (the end-game Booker.) - 'Everyman, All at Once'

The 'Everyman, All at Once' voxophone foreshadows the ending, but Comstock mentions a THIRD man. Who is this? At the ending of the game, Booker is drowned, leaving him submerged (a word that means "below water") with the use of Comstock's words in said voxophone. The THIRD man is the Booker that drowned.

Elizabeth's Powers

How does Elizabeth have her powers in the first place? Her pinky was chopped off and remained in the Booker universe while the rest of her ended up in the Comstock universe. This allows her to open Tears because she was separated between two universes, and without the siphon to ground her, she's capable of creating her own universes by will like any other person who was separated between realities.

The Nose Bleeds

What is the significance of the nose bleeds? That means they're dead in that universe, right? Nope. That's a common misconception. The nose bleeds is the result of someone remembering a memory that contradicts the actual forgotten memory when entering another universe. Your memories start to merge with your alternate self. This explains why Booker bleeds from the nose even before he kills Comstock in the main game. Remember the scene near the beginning when Comstock tells his men to "stand down" and appears on a big screen? OUR Booker bleeds right after that because he desperately tries to recall a forgotten memory. Both Booker in the main game and Elizabeth in the second part of the DLC have nose bleeds because of that reason.

[Image: Lutece quote explaining that Booker and Elizabeth have nose bleeds because their brains are overworking]

Lutece

Who is Lutece, how do they have their powers, how can they still exist when we know that Comstock killed them, and what's their role in all this? Lutece is one person. Rosalind is the Lutece of the Comstock universe while Robert is the Lutece of the Booker universe. Rosalind and Robert -- both brilliant scientists -- managed to find out how to converse through worlds. They invented the Lutece Device together that allowed them to open Tears. Comstock hires the Luteces to offer Booker the chance to pay his debts by giving them his child AKA Anna Watson DeWitt. Comstock, being a prophet, has a good income and Lutece needed it to further their research. They also find it to be an interesting experiment. Comstock orders them murdered, and with that, the Lutece Device is destroyed. This happens when Robert and Rosalind are using it. The result of this is that they're both killed and that gave them the ability to exist OUT of time. Possibly to get their revenge on Comstock, they convince Daisy Fitzroy to "mature" Elizabeth so she can see her full potential and put a stop to Comstock. The Lutece mention in a DLC voxophone that they wanted to go back to Columbia, but didn't, because Lutece knew her/his powers would disappear because they're dead in that universe and could never return without losing them. This is why they couldn't "mature" Elizabeth on their own.

Why does Lutece help Booker in getting Elizabeth/Anna back? Rosalind is content with the way things are while Robert feels remorse for taking Anna from her father. Since Rosalind's wish was only for her and Robert to be together, she complies, because Robert gave her the ultimatum that he would leave if they didn't.

Why don’t the Luteces just travel back in time and drown Booker? First remember that, if you travel to a universe where you died, you'll lose your powers. Lutece died in Columbia. The Columbia Sea of Doors connects every Columbia universe, so if they went there, they'd lose their powers. They make it rather clear that they'd prefer to keep them and therefore finds someone else to do it for them.

The Murder of Lutece

Why does Comstock murder Lutece? Two reasons. Lutece could open Tears and that proves a threat to Comstock. The other reason is that Robert Lutece wants to return Elizabeth to her rightful universe. Comstock, however, won’t allow them to take Elizabeth back.

The Murder of Lady A. Comstock

Why does Comstock murder his own wife AKA Lady A. Comstock? Lady A. Comstock found out about Elizabeth and assumed that Comstock cheated on her with Rosalind Lutece because the two spent so much time together. In truth, they simply researched Tears together. Lady A. Comstock eventually finds out that Elizabeth is taken from another universe, and to silence her, Comstock has her murdered.

Why does Comstock blame Daisy Fitzroy for Lady A. Comstock's murder? Comstock uses the Lutece Device to see into alternate realities and realizes that Daisy becomes the leader of the Vox AKA the rebellion against him. That makes her his greatest threat in Columbia, so to avoid any problems, he frames her. Daisy managed to flee and started her rebellion anyway because the rebellion is a "constant" that Comstock was unable to change.

The Man in the Lighthouse

Who is the dead body in the lighthouse? Ken Levine said in an interview that this is the lighthouse keeper. He was sent by Comstock to stop Booker. We know this by looking at the note nearby atop the map signed by '-C.'

"Be prepared. He's on his way. You must stop him. -C."

[Image: Lighthouse note]

Who killed him? Lutece most likely sent someone. One can argue that they don't seem violent, but if you look back at the scene where they play baseball, the bat is covered in blood. Thus they're not afraid to get their hands dirty. We can also speculate this because, in Lutece Labs, they have a picture of the Lighthouse with this caption:

"Only one obstacle."

[Image: Photo of the lighthouse in Lutece Labs]

'The First Lady' Airship

Why did Elizabeth leave 'The First Lady' instead of just going to Paris? The Vox were too close and Booker was still in the airship. It would be strange if she chose to travel to Paris while Booker -- a guy who could easily overpower her -- is still inside.

Booker and the Bathysphere

How can Booker operate the bathysphere limited to the DNA of Andrew Ryan’s inner circle? Zachary Hale Comstock of Columbia is the Andrew Ryan of Rapture, and considering that Comstock was "birthed" by Booker's baptism, Booker and Comstock share the same DNA although they're technically not the same person.

The Illusion of Choice

What's the point of giving the player illusion of choice (bird or cage/demand tickets or draw pistol/kill Slate or spare Slate?) Because that's what the game is about. This universe is already decided for Booker. He can't change it because Booker doesn't have Tear powers. Ken Levine confirms this, also, in the BioShock Remastered: Director's Commentary.

The Ending

Can you explain the ending in its entirety? In the end, Booker and Elizabeth figure out that killing Booker before he became Comstock is the only way to prevent him from ever taking Anna. OUR Elizabeth takes OUR Booker into the past before the baptism in a universe where he accepted it. Before he can accept, however, she drowns him. In the ending scene where Elizabeth shows Booker the Columbia Sea of Doors -- what the area is called in the loading screen -- she's rather absent and Booker asks Elizabeth "who are you?" moments before she drowns him. Keep in mind that this scene is pre-baptism and so OUR Booker never met any Elizabeths at all. The Elizabeth right in front of us is no longer OUR Elizabeth that OUR Booker experienced the game with and we know this by looking at her choker necklace. She is no longer wearing the pendant (BIRD or CAGE) that OUR Booker gave her.

[Image: This OTHER Elizabeth isn't wearing the pendant at all and OUR Booker says that he doesn't know her because this is pre-baptism AKA before he met OUR Elizabeth]

If you pay attention to her pendant when you're in the boat in the very scene below, it will have changed.

[Image, Left: I chose the BIRD and here you can clearly see that it's the CAGE. This is the OTHER Elizabeth. Image, Right: It changes back to what you picked for her when Booker goes up the ladder a moment later and sees her standing there. This is OUR Elizabeth.]

Below, I put two screenshots of another playthrough of mine. I chose the CAGE this time, and again, Elizabeth changes her pendant to the opposite one.

[Image, Left: This OTHER Elizabeth isn't OUR Elizabeth. Image, Right: Again, she went back to wearing the CAGE pendant right after Booker walks up the ladder. This is OUR Elizabeth.]

Chances are that the OTHER Elizabeth (the one that drowns Booker) is a younger version of the Elizabeth that grew old and gave Booker the way to control Songbird because we know this version also destroyed the siphon to warn Booker AKA has her full powers.

[Image: This Elizabeth is possibly the one to drown Booker and has her full powers just like Elizabeth Prime.]

FOLLOW-UP: What's the explanation for Elizabeth's changing pendant? We meet several Elizabeths during the last portion of the game. The bandage Booker has -- the one Elizabeth wraps his hand in if he chooses to "demand tickets" instead of "draw pistol" -- will also have disappeared in the ending sequence. If you "drew the pistol," you will see that the AD brand isn't there anymore, because Anna was never born. This is OUR Booker (the one we played as,) but in the PAST, same universe but a different time. This OTHER Elizabeth -- the one without the pendant -- drowns Booker and prevents Comstock from being born while OUR Elizabeth remained in the multiverse AKA the area with the appearing bridges and several lighthouses.

FOLLOW-UP TO THE FOLLOW-UP: So where is OUR Elizabeth? She left to find the DLC version of Booker. Again, I'll touch upon the DLC later. OUR Elizabeth probably wasn't emotionally able to drown OUR Booker because we know how much she loves her true father.

"Booker, you there?... I miss you. You were the only one who ever... You were my only friend." - Elizabeth

FOLLOW-UP TO THE FOLLOW-UP TO THE FOLLOW-U... you get the gist: How does anything Elizabeth do matter? She can't exist without Comstock meaning that she can never drown him. Remember that she was separated between two universes? This allows a person to open Tears and create new ones. Tears are doors to universes/lighthouses. When the siphon was destroyed, Elizabeth existed OUT of time, just like Lutece. There are at least TWO Elizabeths that managed to destroy the siphon of their universe and obtain "quantum superposition" (the Elizabeth that we played the game with and the Elizabeth that drowned Booker.) That makes Elizabeth's actions in Burial at Sea and at the end of Infinite happen regardless of Comstock’s existence. The Elizabeths that destroyed the siphon aren't affected.

(DLC) The Existence of the 'Burial at Sea' Comstock

(DLC) How is "the last Comstock" alive after the purge? I touched upon this briefly, but let me explain in detail. Each city has its own set of lighthouses/universes. During the last portion of the game, Elizabeth takes Booker to Rapture, using a key and unlocks a lighthouse leading to the RAPTURE set of universes. She takes you through another set of lighthouses soon after and these are the COLUMBIA set of universes. At the Sea of Doors in the ending, Elizabeth only kills off the COLUMBIA Comstocks. The DLC Comstock had already gone to RAPTURE because he went to Rapture after decapitating Anna AKA before Elizabeth took Booker to the Sea of Doors. Comstock lived in Rapture for years, thus becoming a Comstock of the RAPTURE universes, disconnected from the COLUMBIA universes. He doesn't get affected by drowning him at the COLUMBIA Sea of Doors because he now belongs to the RAPTURE Sea of Doors.

(DLC) Rapture Universe

(DLC) What universe is the Burial at Sea Rapture set in? Ken Levine states that this is the same universe we explore in BioShock (yes, that's right, your Jack might've picked up a pack of cigarettes and a couple of dollars from Elizabeth's dead body.)

(DLC) Elizabeth in Columbia

(DLC) How can Elizabeth go to Revolutionary Columbia if Comstock is dead by the end of Infinite? The DLC happens before Elizabeth drowns Booker. Elizabeth is off doing her DLC thing while we, the players, are controlling Booker while walking through the lighthouses. The beginning of episode 2 of the DLC possibly happens during Booker's drowning where we see the Elizabeths vanish and "collapse" by the use of Elizabeth's words -- merge -- into the Elizabeth that dies in episode 2 of the DLC explaining her returning pinky. I'll touch upon this in detail later on. The Comstock erasing process is gradual, however, not instantaneous. This is why Elizabeth has to be quick before the Columbia Tear closes for good. Let me expand upon how this is possible in the point below...

(DLC) How can Elizabeth take a hair sample from Columbia that doesn't erase by the time Comstock dies? Just like Rapturestock becoming disconnected from Columbia by traveling to Rapture, the same works for objects, and thus the hair sample also becomes disconnected from the Columbia universe. Said hair sample now belongs to the Rapture universe and thus won't be erased with the death of Comstock who is killed at the Columbia Sea of Doors.

(DLC) The Story of 'Burial at Sea'

(DLC) What really happens in the Burial at Sea DLC? Elizabeth, right after the siphon was destroyed in the main game, had all the doors open and saw Anna be decapitated behind one of the doors. She wants to both kill off and torment Rapturestock for what he did to her and thus goes to Rapture. Revenge. This is what happens in the Burial at Sea DLC. Rapturestock grows a close father-daughter bond with an orphan girl named Sally there and so Elizabeth tortures him by forcing him to believe that Sally burns to death before his very eyes.

"You look at the journey of Elizabeth from the girl you met in the tower to the woman standing in front of you at the end of this, with Comstock's blood all over her face. That's a very different person who has been changed by events. To me the question is - what has Elizabeth just done? What kind of person has she become and where is she going? She's concocted this scheme to have Comstock murdered while at the same time nearly burning a little child, leaving Sally to her fate." - Ken Levine

Rapturestock is in denial that Sally has become a Little Sister and thus believes she dies in that vent (Little Sisters are generally immune to damage.) However, now defenseless, a Big Daddy kills Elizabeth because she doesn’t have Rapturestock to protect her anymore. Elizabeth ends up in her Paris "pocket realm" after her death and that leaves behind a corpse in the DLC universe. As Elizabeth has as much power as Lutece, she's able to travel back to this universe even when dead, at the expense of her Tear powers. She knows this when she goes in.

(DLC) Sally and the Big Daddy

(DLC) Why does the Big Daddy protect Sally when he's not imprinted on her yet? Because all Big Daddies are PARTIALLY bonded with Little Sisters.

"Yes, the "Big Daddy" defends the girl... but he is programmed only for the fight, like a sheepdog who wanders off unless a wolf is tearing at his flock. When no aggressor is present, he regards his Little Sister as he might a common houseplant." - 'Improving on Suchong's Work'

Big Daddies are only FULLY imprinted after having an emotional connection with their Little Sister(s) just like Songbird is only FULLY imprinted after having an emotional connection with Elizabeth. We see this emotional imprinting twice. It's about empathy.

One with Elizabeth as a child helping Songbird after he crashed into her tower. Empathy. Elizabeth understands that he needs his mouthpiece and puts it back.

One with Masha Lutz and Leta (the Little Sisters) with the wounded Big Daddy. Empathy. The Little Sisters understand that he needs ADAM and inject him with it.

(DLC) Elizabeth in Rapturestock's Flashback

(DLC) How is Elizabeth present during the flashback of taking Anna from Booker? The OTHER Elizabeth (the one that drowned OUR Booker) went back into the past in attempt to stop the future Rapturestock from taking Anna in the first place that resulted in Anna getting decapitated. She pops in while he wrestles with Booker and Rapturestock is visibly confused by her being next to him because he has no idea who she is.

[Image: The OTHER Elizabeth goes to the past and attempts to stop Comstock from taking Anna. She has her FULL powers meaning that she can make a difference even with Comstock dead]

Again, look at her pendant. It isn't there. However, her finger is gone meaning that she has her powers. Remember that this isn't OUR Elizabeth. We know thanks to the DLC that there are at least TWO Elizabeths who managed to destroy the siphon AKA has her full powers.

(DLC) The Pendant

(DLC) How do you explain why Elizabeth always wears the BIRD pendant in the DLC no matter what you chose? This is a design oversight because Ken Levine explicitly stated that the Elizabeth in the DLC is 'Elizabeth Prime.' They didn't add a 'transfer save' function to affect the DLC. Elizabeth does, however, lose her pendant after time as her clothes gets messed up (it's just realistic.) It's pretty safe to say that choosing the BIRD pendant is canon because of this.

"This is 'Elizabeth Prime,' this is the Elizabeth that went through the experiences in 'BioShock: Infinite' and this is the Rapture from 'BioShock.' We're not splintering that." - Ken Levine

(DLC) Elizabeth's Goal

(DLC) Why does Elizabeth go back to save Sally? Guilt. She feels guilt for leaving Sally to her fate simply so that she could teach Rapturestock a lesson. She goes on a journey to save Sally to correct her wrongs. Elizabeth succeeds, kick-starting the events of the first BioShock, where we see Sally taking Jack Ryan's hand.

(DLC) The OTHER Elizabeth

(DLC) By the end of Burial at Sea: Episode One, OUR Elizabeth dies and loses her powers, but what about the OTHER Elizabeth that drowned Booker? She's still out there, right? Nope. Every other Elizabeth was merged -- again, "collapsed" by the use of Elizabeth's words -- with OUR Elizabeth after she lost her powers. We can speculate this because OUR (now powerless) Elizabeth gets her pinky back that she might've gained from another body. There is only one Elizabeth at this point and this last Elizabeth (a merge of every single one) dies in Burial at Sea: Episode Two by the hand of Atlas because she's 'mortal' at this point.

(DLC) The Return of Elizabeth's Pinky

(DLC) Why does OUR Elizabeth get her pinky back? Because she was possibly merged with every other Elizabeth's body and some of those Elizabeths never lost her finger at all. Say, if she lost a foot, she would get a foot from one of the other Elizabeths.

(DLC) Booker in 'Burial at Sea: Episode Two'

(DLC) Who or what is the Booker speaking to her via radio? To keep herself at peace, Elizabeth's brain creates a projection of Booker from her forgotten memories, although Booker is never there. The projection of Booker says this in the elevator. This is stated multiple times in the DLC, but I've heard the question asked and decided to add it.

(DLC) The Elevator in Revolutionary Columbia

(DLC) If all Elizabeths were merged at the beginning of the 2nd part, why can we still see OUR Elizabeth in the elevator with OUR Booker talking with Daisy over the comm? Because this is in the past. She hasn't "collapsed" into one person yet. OUR Elizabeth, whom we control, is seeing herself from the past.

The Conclusion

Are there more Elizabeths, Comstocks, Rapturestocks, Bookers, and Annas after the ending? The result of BioShock: Infinite and the DLC is that all Elizabeths, Comstocks, and Rapturestocks are dead. In the purge, we're made to believe that the remaining Elizabeth survives because the screen goes black, but pay attention to the sound design. An Elizabeth disappears after each piano chime. When one remains, the screen turns black, but there is another piano chime. THIS Elizabeth is merged with OUR Elizabeth because this happens at the same time as OUR Elizabeth returns to Rapture in Burial at Sea: Episode Two. Booker and Anna, however, exist in several universes. All in all, BioShock: Infinite has a happy ending in at least one of the universes. Booker and Anna get to be together as a family again.

So there you have it. The full explanation of the main events of the game. I hope some things got cleared up for you, and if something is unclear, feel free to comment below or send me a DM.

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Dissecting: Edens Zero Ch. 130-134

Kleene/Jinn

I was reading Ch. 83 and found this.

See, I don’t know if Mashima plans his story out or if he develops certain plots on the spot because everything is connecting. “Oh, I could use this later...” Brilliant. Amazing. For real though, I was like damn it’s the Mildian/Sun Jewel arc again (Xiaomei’s battles foreshadowing).

Shura vs Ziggy

It was interesting to read that Shura isn't the biological son of Nero. This leads me to think...what if Shura and Shiki are related? I mean they both have gravity ether and they both were taught by Ziggy. They both are also strong in their own right. We also have the theme from Fairy Tail of Good vs Evil (Zeref and Natsu) but in this instance it would be Shura and Shiki. We also don't know where they came from - their origins. Plus, Nero says that his power was incompatible with Shura but he was able to match with Ziggy's gravity powers.

Later, when the crew of Edens Zero find another relic (Robo Cola cap), they infer that Mother could be a place and a person. I was also thinking that because in FT: 100 years quest, Aldoron was a dragon god but his body was home to 5 cities.

So, if I'm right then, Shiki and Shura maybe are from a city on Mother...and maybe even Rebecca.

I'm noting that Shiki is younger than Shura. When Ziggy was training Shura, that was 15 years ago but, that's also the same time Ziggy found Shiki as a baby....unless Ziggy is lying and he has false memories. 👀👀👀 Is Ziggy truly good or bad? Does Shiki have additional powers like Rebecca?

What is the all-link system? Looks like Shura and Ziggy have the same idea. I think if Shura and Ziggy battle - Ziggy will win. What did you guys think?

Xenolith and the Crew of Edens Zero

I wonder why Xenolith's maintenance is lasting longer. Perhaps it may be revealed in the future. I would laugh if he moved his consciousness/personality data into a younger robot body.

Weisz stays being a perv lol with the bondage training.

Did Xenolith teach Shiki 'Black Sky?' For me, I feel like in the next arc, when Shiki is facing a really tough opponent we will get flashbacks of his training with Xenolith and him learning Black Sky. Then, he'll perform it against the enemy...which could be Ziggy. So, yes, I think Xenolith did teach him. Could be wrong but we'll have to wait and see!

Both Xenolith and Xiaomei have stated that Rebecca's power will change/save the world/universe.

- Xiaomei (Ch. 64): "She has only just begun to unlock the secrets of Leap’s real power. This power may truly save the universe one day."

- Xenolith (Ch. 132): "Her power is weak…but it is the most special. Special enough to change the world."

Witch calling Rebecca a 'Chrono Witch' is giving me Scarlet Witch vibes...

Math for Dummies lol

Stronger heart = Stronger gravity Strength + Tranquility = Strong Heart = Rise from darkness Strength - Tranquility = Weak Heart Weak heart = Weak gravity = Fall to darkness

Fan service with the bath scenes but, at least it is keeping the story going, in that, she has to train in the bath in order to get stronger. Sister makes me geek, "You better get out of those ropes before this turns x-rated." When I read that scene, it gave me Virgo vibes from FT.

I also want to see how Xenolith met Ziggy. So, I'm wishing for a flashback.

I don't know if I put this on a post before or not but, my thoughts are that Ziggy did reach Mother and found Shiki there. He erased the Four Shining Stars memories because something bad would happen if he didn't (like they would get infected the way he is now). So, he did it to save them.

UGHHHH BUT THAT CLIFFHANGER...WHYYYYY - It'll probably blow my mind when it gets revealed.

Also, WOOHOOO! Jinn and Kleene joined the crew. That cute ass smile!!! OOOMG his face when he isn't able to untie Kleene. 🥺🥺🥺

The Oceans

So cool to see the winners of the Edens Zero character competition featured as the Oceans 6! I'm a fan of all of them and don't you worry...we won't forget Shura's assistant even though she's not part of the 6. However, she might be since Shura killed off Cyca. Yikes.... RIP Cyca

Their designs are so clean!! (Sorry if the images look blurry Tumblr only allows 10 photos per post so I tried stitching them together in Illustrator but I think the file size is too big for Tumblr so that's why it may be blurry but, I hope you get the gist of their designs.)

Holy

I wonder what she means by that...I feel like this will be important later. We also don't know much about the other members of the Oración Seis Interstellar. I'm excited to see what their ether gear is...especially Eraser. 👀👀👀 Does his ether have something to do with erasing things? Are they corrupt or good guys? I guess we'll found out soon...

B-Cube

Rebecca has carved 'Edens Zero' onto her B-Cube. Did you guys notice in Ch. 134 that Rebecca's ingrained B-Cube is the same one we see in Ch. 4? That's the scene where there are two robots 20,000 years in the future who find two bodies (a man and a woman) and a B-Cube which we can now confirm is Rebecca's.

The Ships + Other Notable Mentions

LOL I feel like if I was a B-Cuber, I would be an entertainment/fashion channel....basically like Sorcerer Weekly but make it Space Weekly or a cool name like Into the Void. Maybe a play off of 'Cosmopolitan' but shorten it to 'Cosmos.' So many options.

Anyways lets get into the ships. I talked about this first ship in a recent post.

#1 Homura and Creed

I'll say it again...I SHIP IT! I am hoping for some more scenes with them together. He always looks so cute when he blushes <3 He's a Homura stan too hahah. 🥺🥺🥺

Predictions: - Creed and Homura will fight - Creed will protect Homura again - Homura will save Creed - Creed will join the Edens Zero crew

Now, I was reading on a few discord channels that people are comparing Creed to Mest (Fairy Tail). Now, I am really trying to understand this comparison because frankly, I don't see it. Creed has a crush on Homura. That's valid. Also, Creed doesn't just have pictures of just Homura, he has Weisz, Rebecca, and Shiki. He's not creepy like Mest.

Mest was a weird guy when we first met him laying in the pool or eating flowers. Their personalities are totally different IMO. We could talk ages about the age gap stuff but I'm not really gonna go into that.

Do you see the comparison?

#2 Rebecca and Shiki

Shiki escaping from his restraints to save 'Rebecca' made me happy lol. It makes me think what he would do if it was Homura or Weisz in that situation. What would Shiki do? Plus, after the simulation was over...we can see Rebecca in awe and blushing.

Then, Shiki is hugging Rebecca and they're both blushing 💕 That's a cute moment ngl.

"I'm not THAT into Shiki." - So, you don't deny that you like him 😉

#3 Hermit

I don't know if I mentioned this but I fucking love Hermit's name. It's such a cool name.

#4 Justice

Ch. 130 he was looking gooooood with his bandages. 🥵🥵🥵

Ps. Did you get a chance to view Edens Zero PV 2?!?

Did you notice the homage to Fairy Tail in Ch. 134? "Why are your ideas so Fairy Tale?"

#Shura Nero #Poseidon Nero #Ziggy #Demon King #homura kougetsu #homura kogetsu #rebecca bluegarden #edens zero #hiro mashima #creed #justice #shicca #shiki granbell #kleene rutherford #jinn rutherford #hermit mio #xenolith #oceans 6 #poseidon shura #witch regret #sister ivry #mest #xiaomei #cremura #creedmura #anime #manga #fairy tail

[of-a-chaotic-mind]

Memories Part 2

Summary: After returning home from the hospital, Reader’s stitched up wound gets infected. Dean takes her to the hospital to get it all sorted out and then treats her to all her favorite foods and her favorite movie.

TW/CW: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader, post-surgery infection, worried Dean, fever, chills, pain, stab wound, nothing is really graphic aside from maybe Reader’s description of the pain.

Requested?: Yes, a lovely Anon said, “Hello, I completely adored your dean writings and I was wondering if I could request an angst + fluff one shot of dean x reader where she had a surgery and it went smoothly but when she gets back home at the bunker an infection developed, igniting a raging fever along with the pain. And dean gets all worried and protective and takes good care of her. And he's being so gentle 🥺🥺 also can u please include his pov if you can. Ps :Maybe they're already dating??”

Word Count: 1,024

A/N: So, I wrote Memories Part 1 on one Anon request and then got this one and thought they’d go well together. I hope you both don’t mind! This didn’t really get as scary as I had planned for it to tbh, sorry about that. Also, I’d like to note that I honestly have no idea if this is realistic in terms of the medical aspects. I did my best with some quick research. Anyway, I hope you like it! Requests are open and as always love to all! P.S. I’m sorry if this shit, I kept getting distracted while writing it and my brain didn’t want to cooperate.

[ffs how is he so pretty???]

Your POV

    I curl closer into Dean’s side and try my best to go back to sleep. I’m absolutely freezing and it feels like my stomach is getting ripped open again. I came home from the hospital several days ago after having surgery in which they sewed up a stab wound on my stomach. They said it should stop hurting by now but it feels like it’s hurting more than when I first woke up after surgery.

    I wrap the blanket tighter around me and my fidgeting wakes Dean up, “Hey baby, what’s wrong? Do you need something?”

    I huff, “I’m cold and my stomach is hurting.”

    “Sit up and let me look at it,” he responds as he turns on the lamp on the side table. I do as told and scoot to the edge of the bed. When he crouches down in front of me, I lift my shirt so he can remove the bandages and have a look. He tilts his head and looks up at me, “Babe, how are you cold? You’re burning up.”

    He gently removes the bandages and almost immediately seems to realize what’s wrong, “Shit, I think it’s getting infected.” He gets up and grabs supplies from the bathroom before returning to me. Gently he cleans the incision and wraps a fresh bandage over it, “I’m going to go get you some clothes and call the doctor to see what we need to do.”

    I look over at the clock that reads 07:00 and swear under my breath. Guilt gnaws at my insides; Dean hasn’t had a decent night of sleep since we got home and now, I’ve just worried him even more just when he was getting some good sleep. He returns from our closet and helps me into a loose black t-shirt and some jeans with his phone sandwiched between his ear and shoulder, “Alright, we’ll be right there. Thank you, Doc.”

    “I’m sorry,” I mumble as I button my jeans and he hangs up the phone.

    “Hey, woah. Sorry for what?” he asks in concern.

    “You haven’t hardly slept since we got back and now, I’m causing more trouble,” I mumble, looking at the floor.

    He lifts my chin so that I look at him, “Don’t do that. This isn’t your fault.”

    There’s a hint of something in his tone that I can’t place but I feel the need to assure him, “It’s not yours either.”

    He sighs, “Things like this happen. It’ll be okay,” but I can tell he doens’t quite believe what I said.

    A quick ride to the hospital, a short time in the waiting room, and some blood tests later and we’re sitting in another hospital room waiting for the doctor to come in. The door opens and the doctor steps in with her clipboard, “Alright (Y/N), let’s see what’s up.”

    I lift my shirt and she gently peels away the bandage. I force myself not to look at it otherwise I might panic. She presses the bandage back in place and stands up straight, “It looks like just a minor infection. The worst part of it will just be the fever and pain. I recommend you take some Tylenol or Advil to help with the fever and I’ll prescribe you a round of antibiotics. Other than that, just keep making sure to keep it clean and change the bandages regularly.” Dean and I both nod as she hands me a paper and leaves the room. On the way home we get the antibiotics filled and Dean runs in at a grocery store to pick up some soup and other comfort foods, including pie.

    I crawl into bed almost as soon as we get home and wrap a blanket tightly around me. Dean drops the groceries off in the kitchen before returning to my side with a glass of water, Tylenol, and my antibiotics. I take the medicine and down the glass of water before handing it back to him. He brushes my hair out of my face, “Lay down and get comfy. I’ll go make us some food and when I get back, I’ll put on a movie, alright?” I nod and shiver which prompts him to grab another blanket off the desk chair and place it over the other one. I watch him leave before laying down to curl up in a ball, thankfully the pain meds they gave me at hospital have kicked in and my stomach doesn’t hurt as much. Now it feels like a dull cramp.

Dean’s POV

    I make my way to the kitchen to heat up some of (Y/N)’s favorite comfort foods and some soup. I have to keep reminding myself that the infection isn’t my fault. It’s not like I could control it. Regardless, it still gnaws at me. I rack my brain trying to figure out what caused the infection but only manage to come up with nothing and annoy myself even more. When I’ve gotten everything together, I carry everything back to our bedroom and set it on the desk. (Y/N) watches me as I grab a few movies from the shelf under the tv and hold them out to her, “Pick one.” A single hand darts out from under the mound of blankets she had manage to collect while I was gone and points at (Your Favorite Movie). I turn back around to the tv and pop the dvd into the player.

    When I turn back around, she’s already snacking on the bag of cookies I brought in. I tug them away from her gently and hand her a bowl of warm soup instead, “Real food first, sweetheart.” She pouts a little but begins enjoying the soup all the same. Once we’ve eaten our soup, I grab all the other snacks and sweets from the desk and pile them around (Y/N). She grins as she notices all of her favorites and begins munching away. I press play on the movie and pull her into my side and kiss her forehead, “I love you, baby.”

    “I love you too, Dean,” she mumbles through a mouth full of cookies, “Thank you.”

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[morganaspendragonss]

Can I request an angst to fluff Tarlos fic with Carlos having Memory loss??

thank you so much for the prompt, my lovely! sorry it took so long! please keep sending me prompts! BTHB masterlist here

@badthingshappenbingo prompt: memory loss

fandom: 911 lone star

ao3

Waking up in the hospital is becoming all too familiar. Being the one in the bed is less so, but Carlos has had his fair share of hospital trips. He knows the drill.

It’s difficult to turn his head, but he manages enough to catch sight of TK in the chair next to his bed, his hand lying limply in Carlos’s own. Carlos twitches his fingers and TK starts, eyes searching out his. 

“Carlos,” he breathes, half-rising from the chair only to immediately slump back down, breaking out in harsh sobs. 

Carlos frowns. “What -” he starts, but his throat is dry and raw and even breathing is a little painful right now. TK clearly notices and hastily wipes his eyes, sending Carlos a wobbly smile.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I just… God, Carlos.” He shakes his head and stands up, kissing Carlos’s knuckles. “I’ll get the doctor. We can talk later.”

*

Later, as it turns out, isn’t for a few more hours, after Carlos has gone through every test imaginable. The doctors don’t say a word about what happened, aside from, “You’re very lucky, sir,” and, “We’re glad to have you back with us, sir.”

TK is similarly quiet, his leg bouncing nervously as they wait for the doctor to pronounce his verdict. Talking is easier now, but Carlos doesn’t want to push his luck so he answers the doctor’s questions and refrains from demanding responses of his own.

When they’re finally alone, night has started closing in. TK perches on the edge of Carlos’s bed, carefully avoiding touching him aside from where their fingers intertwine. TK’s barely let go of his hand since Carlos woke up.

Carlos waits patiently, studying his husband’s face. TK looks terrible, and even if Carlos suspects he himself doesn’t look any better, he can’t help but be concerned. 

Eventually, TK takes a shuddering breath and looks up from the bedsheet, finally meeting Carlos’s eyes. “How much do you remember?” he asks quietly.

“Not much.” Carlos shakes his head. “Nothing.”

TK nods. He takes a long time to speak again, his free hand fidgeting with the sheets. “You were attacked. I only know what your partner and the doctor told me, but it was bad, Carlos. Multiple stab wounds, you hit your head badly, they strangled you… When I got the call -” He breaks off and looks away, brushing away tears before clearing his throat. “When I got the call, they told me I needed to get here because they didn’t know if…”

TK trails off and, this time, he doesn’t try to talk again. He doesn’t need to; Carlos knows full well what that ‘if’ means. 

“Ty…”

“No.” TK says firmly, attempting a smile. “No, it’s okay. You’re okay, the doctors said so, and you’ll be home in a few days. So.”

Carlos doesn’t bother arguing. He simply smiles back at his husband, and hopes that he’s right.

*

It starts small.

He forgets the time, a lot - but that’s normal, right? He’s pretty much confined to the sofa or the bed while he heals, and it’s not like there’s much to do but binge bad daytime tv. It’s only natural that he’d lose track of time.

He’s not great at remembering to take his prescription either, but that’s what TK’s for - or so he jokes. Carlos feels guilty for that, kind of; he’s thankful for TK’s presence and he knows he just wants to look after him, but he hates keeping TK here.

“You can go back to work, you know,” he says on the sixth day. TK pouts at him, folding his arms.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he says firmly. “Not until you’re healed.”

Carlos sighs, exasperated. “TK, I’m healed enough to go to the fridge and back by myself. Anyway, you’re one to talk, Mr Busted-His-Stitches-Two-Days-After-Being-Released-From-Hospital.”

“That was two years ago. And that’s Mr Busted-His-Stitches-Two-Days-After-Being-Released-From-Hospital-Strand-Reyes to you,” TK quips, but it’s clear his heart’s not in it. He sits on the couch (carefully, so as not to jostle Carlos) and meets Carlos’s eyes, twisting his wedding band anxiously. “I’m just worried. I could have lost you, and I hate the thought of me going back to work and then something going wrong.”

Carlos grimaces. “I get that, babe,” he says, lacing their fingers together. “But I’m fine. I’ll be fine, I swear.”

TK sends him a dubious look. Carlos smiles and kisses his cheek.

“I promise I’ll call if I’m ever not fine,” he adds, which seems to mollify TK. They resume their movie, though Carlos can’t exactly remember much of what happened. He doesn’t ask, though; it’s probably nothing, right?

*

So, Carlos might be panicking. 

He doesn’t know where TK is. Which, ordinarily, wouldn’t be too much of an issue, but it’s two in the morning and TK’s not in bed, nor is he in the house. Carlos knows TK must have said something to him earlier, he wouldn’t just leave like that, and he can feel the memory lurking at the edge of his mind but he can’t get to it and he doesn’t know where TK is.

Yeah, Carlos is definitely panicking.

TK picks up on the fourth ring, his voice muffled from sleep, but clearly concerned. “Carlos?”

Carlos collapses on the sofa, still confused, but mostly just thankful to hear TK’s voice. He lets the silence drag on, trying to figure out how to explain why he’s calling in the middle of the night whilst also not worrying TK too much.

Unfortunately, this accomplishes the exact opposite.

“Carlos, talk to me,” TK demands, sounding a lot more awake now. “What’s wrong?”

“I… I woke up and you weren’t there,” he says slowly, keeping his voice as level as possible. “I just… I’m a bit confused.”

TK’s frown is audible. “Carlos, I’m at work.”

“Oh.”

And - oh. Carlos does remember now. Sort of. Well, not exactly, but he recalls TK saying something about heading out and ‘see you soon’ and - Carlos is an idiot.

He flushes. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m coming home.”

“What? TK, no, it’s fine -”

“I’m coming home,” TK repeats, more forcefully this time, cutting Carlos off. “I’ve cleared it with my dad, I’ll be back as fast as I can.” A pause, and when TK speaks again, his voice is painfully soft. “We’ll figure this out, Carlos. I promise.”

Carlos nods, though he knows TK can’t see him. “TK?”

“Yeah?”

“Stay on the line with me?” A part of Carlos feels silly for asking, but the panic from earlier hasn’t truly faded. It’s not just tonight either; he knows that something’s been wrong since the attack, and he can���t help but worry despite himself.

TK’s answer comes without hesitation. “Of course.”

*

“You had a traumatic brain injury,” the doctor explains. “It’s common to experience some degree of memory loss after such an event.”

“Right, but - but it can be cured, can’t it?” TK asks, his left hand squeezing Carlos’s right in a death grip. 

The doctor gives him a sympathetic smile, which does nothing to reassure either of them. “I’d say it can be managed.”

“Managed? What does that mean?” TK glances anxiously over at Carlos. Carlos tries for a smile, but he has a feeling that it comes out more like a grimace.

“From what you’ve told me, I’d say what you’re experiencing, Officer, is more on the milder side,” she says. “There are a couple of treatments we could try, but in your case I wouldn’t recommend them. You’ll have to establish some compensatory strategies - basically, anything that will help to jog your memory.”

Carlos leans forward in his chair. “What sort of things would you suggest?”

“Routine is always a good start.” The doctor shrugs, folding her hands on the desk. “Written reminders, post-its, even the notes on your phone. Different things work for different people. I won’t lie to you, it’ll take some time. But, with any luck, you’ll be able to live your life just as normal soon.”

*

Carlos rolls over in bed, his arm reaching out for TK only to come into contact with a sticky note instead. It’s been like this since they saw the doctor two weeks ago - TK had gone a little crazy and practically bought the store’s entire supply of post-its in a panic. 

There are reminders stuck up all over the apartment, several of them with a copy of TK’s shift schedule written on them, though getting TK to go back to work had been a fight all of its own. The multiple post-its are a concession on Carlos’s part, a condition on TK’s.

Carlos had told him it wasn’t necessary, but he appreciates the effort. And… It helps. More than he can really express. 

Something else TK has taken to is leaving a note in the bed whenever he gets up before Carlos. Even if he’s still in the house which, judging by the clattering of pans and soft cursing coming from the kitchen, Carlos is pretty sure is the case today. He smiles softly and opens his eyes, squinting at the post-it.

Reminder, it reads. I love you.

(ps making breakfast)

Carlos huffs a laugh, shaking his head. After laying there for a few seconds, he heaves himself up and heads towards the kitchen, post-it in hand.

He watches TK in silence for a while before speaking. “Got your note.”

TK jumps at the sound of Carlos’s voice, narrowly avoiding hitting his head on the open cupboard door.

“Careful. We don’t want two of us with memory issues,” Carlos jokes.

TK shoots him a dark look. “Not funny,” he grumbles.

Carlos grins and walks over, wrapping his arms around TK from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder. “Come on,” he says. “It was a little bit funny.”

“It wasn’t,” TK insists, but there’s a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He turns so that they’re facing each other and winds his arms around Carlos’s neck. “What did you think of the note? Too much?”

“Well, I didn’t want to say anything.”

Carlos laughs as TK’s mouth drops open in mock outrage. 

“That’s so rude, Reyes,” he says.

“That’s Reyes-Strand to you,” Carlos corrects, grinning. “And you did ask.”

TK smiles properly then, and Carlos can’t help but to kiss him. “I love you, too,” he murmurs when they break apart. 

They stay like that for a while, until Carlos sniffs the air, raising an eyebrow. “Are we sure I’m the forgetful one?”

TK frowns, then curses, turning to desperately attempt to salvage the burnt remains of breakfast. Carlos just laughs, his heart filling with love for his husband all over again. He’ll rescue TK at some point but for now…

For now, Carlos thinks he’ll just enjoy the moment.

#bad things happen bingo #911 lone star #911 lone star fic #tarlos #tarlos fic #lone star #tk x carlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #hurt carlos #hurt/comfort #memory loss #fanfiction #my fanfiction #writing #my writing #anonymous

[harryhubba]

cold in LA

Jeff and Y/N fall asleep at David’s after a party and the rest of the group can’t seem to leave them alone

Request: I don’t know if you still do requests but I really want you to write (since your one of my favorite fanfic writers) a Jeff with imagine where Jeff and the reader are cuddling on David’s couch fast asleep after a party and then David and like other members of the vlog squad film them sleeping and then make fun of them in the morning if not I understand but your so so so so good at writing and I want someone to make it real for me thank you

ps could the reader be wearing jeffs sweatshirt

Warnings: None! Just friends to lovers fluff!

For the first time in weeks, it’s cold enough to wear a jacket. Sure, it’s winter in LA but with a heat wave each week and never ending sun, the closest you get to snuggling up in cosy clothes is throwing on a hoodie in the evenings. And when getting ready for a party, the last thing you thought of was picking up something warm on your way out - not when your outfit is this cute, anyways.

You’re dolled up in one of your favourite looks, sleek and sexy. Natalie offered to style your hair and Reggie’s done your makeup. With all the special attention, you’re feeling extra cute and not afraid to show yourself off.

The evening began as expected. As Natalie and Reggie came to pre drinks at your place, you met the others at whoever’s house party David had gotten you invited to. Music thumps in your ears before you even reach the house, and you only manage to spot David and Zane amongst the crowd, immediately going to greet them.

“Where are the others?” You ask. You feel a nudge as Natalie gently elbows your side, giggling.

“Looking for someone in particular. Y/N?” A frown graces your face as you push Natalie’s hand away. She’s the only one you confided in about your crush on Jeff. Since you met him, you felt drawn to him and as he opened up over time and you got to know his humour, your feelings have only intensified.

“Fuck off, Nat. Why don’t you go find Todd, huh?” You tease her, trying to push the subject away from you and Jeff. David only rolls his eyes at you both, telling you the others are somewhere inside.

“Lets go get drinks Y/N! We’re a cuter couple together than with any of them,” Nat drags you off to the bar, and drink after drink you start to get blurry eyed and loose. The harsh scent of alcohol can be smelt all around you, and over the pulsing of the music, a distant, hazy chatter was heard. You couldn’t make out the words of all the songs, but the laughter between you and Natalie was all you needed as you twirled around in the dancing crowd. You know at some point you found Carly, Erin and Zane, who dragged you up to dance on the table tops with them.

“I’m gonna go get some air!” It wasn’t until the room started to spin a little too much and the air around you felt too hot and muggy that you knew you had to step out.

“You alright by yourself, baby?” Zane calls to you as you start to clamber off the table. “Yes! I’ll see you in a second!”

Looking out into the crowd, you manage to head towards the door out to the balcony, taking in a deep breath of the cold air and leaning agains the wall facing LA’s skyline.

-

When Jeff sees Y/N resting outside, it takes everything in him not to stop and stare. She looks gorgeous, he thinks. But when does she not? She’s dressed as if she wanted to play with all his weaknesses. Her jeans were the perfect fit, black with white stitching at the seams that show off the perfect curve of her ass and - oh, her top. It was a slinky, black, edging on sheer, with slits up the side that were the dangerous reminder to him that she had forgone a bra tonight.

It takes him an utmost amount of strength to tear his feet off the ground and make his way over to her.

“Hey,”

“Oh!” She jumps. He chuckles a little as he watches the surprise fill her features, her body physically turning to face him and the shock on her face morphing into pure delight when she realises who he is.

“Jeff!” She exclaims, swinging one arm around his neck, standing on her tip toes and pulling him into a hug. It’s an awkward position, but he doesn’t mind, and she definitely doesn’t mind, or notice. She’s a little uneasy on her legs, blame the alcohol, that when she’s pulling away she stumbles forwards into his chest.

“Woah, y’alright?” It’s not surprising she didn’t notice his question with the alcohol in her system, only steadying herself with her hands on his shoulders. Jeff takes notice to how little her hands feel against him, then, how she’s still swaying a little now while holding on to him.

“I was looking for you when I was, uh… when I was-“ Y/N waves her right hand around, trying to think of the right word.

Jeff grabs a hold of her hand, flipping it around. “When you were what? You’re moving’ yeh hands like me when you talk now, huh?” He teases. Jeff smiles at the giggle that leaves her mouth and she squeezes her hand out of his hold to hit it gently against his chest.

“No, you dumbass. When I was inside, I meant…” Jeff watches the way her eyebrows furrow as she trails off, it’s cute he thinks, then her eyes flicker from his lips, his hands, the ground, then back to his eyes.

“Were you smoking?” Her question is honest, and innocent, yet Jeff feels a tang of annoyance. As he looks down at her, however, all he sees is her wide eyes, filled with only concern and compassion.

“No. ‘Quit that shit ages ago, you know that.” Glancing over his shoulder he continues. “Someone’s smoking back there.”

“Oooooooh right. Sorry. I knew that.”

Jeff hums a response and there’s a moment of silence as she looks out towards the view, moving her hands from his shoulders and leaning against the wall. Her back scuffs against the concrete and he can’t help but wonder if it scratches against her bare skin. Jeff wonders what she’s thinking about as she looks out. There wasn’t a cloud in the star speckled sky. Beyond the green from the hills was rows of lights, blinking as though someone threw a handful of glitter over the city. Was she thinking of him? Did she know he’s thinking of her?

“It’s so pretty, isn’t it? What’re you doing out here alone?” Only a second after her question, she looks up at him with a giggle and the twitch of a smirk on her face. “Too many pretty girls inside you couldn’t keep up?”

He chuckles. It’s not very often that he sees Y/N drunk but when he does, he’s noticed she has a habit of making herself laugh.

“Nah, just not feeling it tonight - you can only spend so much time around a drunk Todd when you’re sober. I could say the same thing about you out here anyways.”

It felt like liquid adrenaline being injected right into his bloodstream when she rests her head against his shoulder, her eyes fluttering shut. His skin tingled at her hair that brushes against his arm and the warmth of her body up beside his.

“Mmm, I’m just tired.” Her voice cracks as she speaks. It’s when he looks down at her that he notices goosebumps running down her arms and she suddenly feels bad for keeping her outside.

“Are you cold? Here-“ One hand wraps around her furthest shoulder to pull her off him and then he quickly tugs the hoodie from her body. She seems to have lost energy quickly and she blinks drowsily as she takes it from him, letting out a hum of satisfaction as it falls over her body. She’s looks as if she’s swimming in it. It’s cute, really cute. And when he notices the sweater paws he feels himself smile purely at how sweet she looks. If only he could see her every night in his clothes.

“Thanks, Jeff.”

“No worries. D’ya want me to give you a ride back? I was thinking of heading back and chilling at David’s early anyways but I can drop you home first?”

“I’ll come back with you to David’s. Don’t wanna go home alone, it’s lonely.” Jeff questions if she means this seriously, and she let it slip, or if she’s just rambling. Either way, he nods and tries not to let the idea of her wanting to be with him rather than be lonely get his hopes up.

-

The car ride feels short. Music from one of Jeff’s playlists plays quietly and while Y/N talks about everything possible on her mind at first, she eventually quiets down again and, although he loves to see her so chatty and open, he feels bad hearing her talk about things she might not want him to know in the morning. Even so, he does feel a little disappointed that she doesn’t mention him.

When getting out of the car, Y/N insists that he gives her a piggy back before skipping inside ahead of him. Suddenly, he thinks he should have asked how she’s had to drink.

He finds her rummaging through the cupboard David and Natalie keep their snacks in. It takes forever to get Y/N to drink a glass of water for him and take some aspirin, knowing it will make her feel better the next morning. Midway she reaches up to run her fingers through his hair, “You have such nice hair Jeff, t’so soft and thick and sexy-“ Jeff is very aware Y/N’s of the scratching against his scalp, and he knows Y/N’s not normally this touchy towards him. Knows it’s cause she’s drunk but he doesn’t mind, cause she smells nice and sweet and her fingers make his skin tingle, and he lets himself revel in it a little.

“M’such a lightweight, can’t believe I’m so drunk. I’m gonna take a nap before the others get back.”

“Alright, let’s get you on the couch then.” With guides her with a hand on her back and picks out a throw blanket for her, knowing she’ll want to be cosy.

“You’ll stay and cuddle with me, right?”

-

Heath’s the first one to walk into the living room later that night. Zane had found some stunt to film for David’s vlog and everyone was outside playing along. Heading to the living room to put his phone on charge, Heath freezes mid step with what he sees.

Jeff, the man who barely lets himself be affectionate and always puts up the tough guy act, has their very own Y/N curled up in his arms, fast asleep, legs tangled together and all. Her face is barely visible, hands covered by Jeff’s hoodie are tucked up under her cheek but you can clearly see Jeff’s - and Jeff’s arm wrapped around her waist.

It’s almost impossible for Heath not to let out an ‘awww’ at them. He’s had his suspicions of some feelings between the two of them, especially with Jeff struggling to keep his gaze off Y/N when they’re in a group. Instead, he creeps out to let the others know.

It’s Jeff who wakes up first, eyes blinking open to the noise of his friends spread out round the living room. No one’s noticed he’s awake yet, so he glances down at Y/N. She’s turned in her sleep towards him, her face snuggled in his neck and hands curled between their bodies. It’s a wonder she’s not awake yet, cause God knows everyone can be loud when they’re together. He can already sense the shit he’s gonna get so he clears his throat to draw attention to himself.

“Oh, wakey wakey Jeff, nice of you to join us.” Mocks Zane, laughing at him. David quickly joins in. “Yeah, what the fuck is this? You and Y/N?”

Jeff rolls his eyes at their reactions. “She was drunk and wanted to cuddle, nothings going on.”

“Aww, well I think it’s cute. You and Y/N” Nat pipes in, tapping Jeff on the calf. “Never seen you look so little and adorable!” She smirks at him.

“Can’t believe I missed out on Jeff hugs this isn’t fair.” Corinna comments.

Jeff’s chest shakes as he laughs and he briefly hopes Y/N isn’t waking up with his movement. “Fuck off, I don’t look small”

“You should check our Insta stories if you’re worried about that, man.”

Jeff does exactly that, scrolling through the groups stories to find videos of Y/N and him asleep together, with various captions and romantic songs - not to mention the extreme amount of tagged photos of you both. And although he wants to be annoyed that this is all publicised, really he finds himself scrolling through ship edits and screenshotting a cute photo for later. Maybe this is just a drunk fluke and tomorrow everything will be back to the way it was but he’s getting the feeling that maybe his crush isn’t as one sided as he thought it was.

#jeff wittek #jeff wittek imagine #jeff wittek smut #david dobrik #vlog squad

[hermankopusortizorsumshite]

Bikes, Bikinis, and Blanket Forts

This was a writing prompt. I ran, RAN with it. So enjoy this super long, fluffy, smutty, sweetness that is Herman Kozik. Sorry in advance. It’s super looooong. I just oculdn’t stop. XD

You grabbed your phone, tapping in your brother’s new number and shooting him a text.

Tiggy: Alexander! It’s your sister! Dawn and Fawn are supposed to be over today. You better get your ass here! These fifty boxes of cake mix aren’t gonna magically make themselves. Feel free to bring a couple guys for backup. Maybe a cute one if you can handle it. And no, Happy isn’t cute. Love you! See ya in a few!

You: Hey! I think you have the wrong number, but I’ll be there in a few! Frosting cakes is my specialty! Love you too! PS I like to think I’m pretty cute.

What? Who did you text then? In all honesty, you weren’t really even mad. The more help the better, and he was confident in his looks. About half an hour went by and you heard the bikes roaring down the road. Your laughed to yourself, Tig must’ve just been messing with you. Dawn and Fawn emerged from their cave at twelve-thirty, and the bikes pulled into your driveway. You counted five bikes, which wasn’t normal, maybe bike five was your mystery man. You laughed to yourself, shaking your head. Tig gave a quick knock before pushing open the door.

“Hey guys!” You cheer, waving to the few you already knew. Happy, your brother Tig, Bobby, and Juice, but you didn’t know the blonde who hung back behind everyone, a smile on his face so wide his blue eyes were barely visible.

“Shoes at the door assholes, dirt in the kitchen makes you a dead man.” Tig barks at the blonde who kicks his boots with everyone else’s. “Hey princess, the girls finally get up?” You looked back to the couch where they’d been and no longer were.

“Maybe they went to the kitchen. Wanted to look like formidable wives when your biker gang showed up.” You let out a laugh, holding Tig’s shoulder. He laughed dryly. He didn’t like the idea of you with a biker, much less his daughters. Your eyes met the blonde’s for a second before you looked away. “What’s the deal with Creeps over there?” You ask lowly, Tig’s eyes follow your directional nod and finds Kozik standing at the receiving end.

“That’s Kozik. Used to live around here, moved to Tacoma after he killed Missy.” Tig nips, frowning. He felt you roll your eyes and heave a sigh.

“Christ Alex, that was eight years ago. Just forgive him.” You snap, grabbing his arm and dragging him to the kitchen. “Feel free to follow Mister Kozik!” You call as you disappear around the corner. He followed, still smiling, she was as cute and sassy in real life as she was in the picture.

“Happy, don’t break that, Jesus.” You nip, snagging the pig decoration from his big hands. You wrap him in a quick hug, getting a kiss on the forehead.

“I just don’t see why you can like pigs so much. The animal or the cops.” He rolls his eyes with a chuckle as he heads to the sink.

“I think they’re cute! The animals and the cops!” You retort, kicking him in the ass as he washed his hands. “Everyone, wash your grubby greasy hands and follow me. I have fifty boxes, so everyone’s gonna have to do a few.”

“I got dibs on you.” Happy calls, drying his hands. You threw a box at him.

“Shut it, bald head!” You call, shaking your head before handing out bowls and whisks. “And I have the girls on cutting parchment circles for our pans. So once you get a box mixed, pour into a pan, the girls will get started putting them in the oven.

Three hours spent mixing boxes of cake batter and putting it in the oven, once you were done, you had a kitchen table full of small round cakes and a big smile. You had made more the twice the amount of frosting you needed because you knew these idiots would make a mess.

“So Kozik, you’re from Tacoma, you killed my brother’s beloved Missy. And I texted you this morning, didn’t I?” You ask, handing him a bowl of frosting and a frosting spatula. The blonde gave you a look of concern and then smiled.

“Yeah, it was me. I told Tig he better get his shit around, you didn’t sound like you were playing. My frosting skills are, at best, adequate. Just so you know.” He laughs, getting you to laugh too. Tig watched from the other end of the table as his sister fell for the blonde idiot. To break up the weird dynamic, Happy grabbed a finger scoop of frosting and smeared it across your face. You couldn’t help the laugh as you grabbed a little frosting and smeared it back across his shirt and face.

“Hey now!” He barks, grabbing some and smudging Dawn’s face. She shrieks, smearing some on Tig’s goatee. You watch on as he gets her back. You couldn’t help the laugh. You had needed a fun change. The seriousness of work had been too much lately and you just needed a break. Alex always knew how to cheer you up. The blonde gets the bright idea to follow suit, getting a little frosting and wiping it down the bridge of your nose, dotting each cheek and your chin.

“Actually, my frosting skills are still badass.” He nods, grinning from ear to ear as you try to lick it off your nose.

“Oh buddy, you have no idea.” You disappear into the kitchen, returning with a plastic spoon and a dark grin. Dipping the back of the plastic spoon, you smudge it across his forehead. “Simba!” You laugh, going back to frosting your cakes.

“You guys quit! We only have two more hours before I have to go to work and these are getting dropped at Gemma’s.” You bark, trying not to smile as Kozik mimics you, rolling his eyes. Tig couldn’t help the littlest smile. You and the dumb blonde were getting along well. You finished the cakes’ first layer of white frosting and got out the piping bags and colored frosting. You had a bag of pink frosting, red, black, and green. “S-O-A is going on thirty of them. Like this.”

You concentrated on the lettering, making it look so easy and pretty. Kozik was mesmerized as he watched you work. You handed him a bag of red frosting, Happy a bag of black, the girls each a smaller pink and green bag for flowers, and the others grabbed their own bags and filled them with black frosting.

An hour later, all the cakes were decorated and put into cute boxes that the girls decorated. You gave a content sigh, happy with the finished products for Gemma’s fundraiser and piled them into your car.

You got to Gemma’s and shockingly enough, there was blondie, waiting patiently to help unload the boxes. Gemma watched the interaction, your face hot with blush as you let him do all the heavy lifting. Once done, he met you back at your car door with that big dumb grin on his face.

“You goin’ to the fundraiser tomorrow?” He asks, eyes dropping to your badge on your scrub top.

“Yeah, I plan on it, but I gotta get to work.” You smile, climbing into the car.

“I’ll see you there. Hey! I think you’re beautiful. Let’s hang out tomorrow. Can’t promise how long though. I guess Gemma’s making me help the guys with something.” He chuckles, watching you flush bright cherry red, looking down at your tennis shoes.

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow. I can’t make any promises either, I guess I’m on the bike washing in a bikini crew.” You roll your eyes as he laughs.

“I’ll be sure to bring the Dyna through.” He assures, giving you a wink and biting his bottom lip before heading back towards his bike.

“Hey! You were right!” You call as you watch him walk away. He looks over his shoulder at you. “You are pretty cute.” You bite the corner of your lip as he chuckles and climbs on the Dyna, leaving you there smiling like an idiot.

“Oh hunny, you two might as well get hitched at this gig tomorrow.” Gemma calls from the front door.

“Shut up.” You laugh, leaving to the hospital. As you stepped into the locker room to put your lunch away, Carrie Ann meets you in there, giving you a knowing look.

“You met someone.” She announces, grabbing your shoulders.

“I did.” You put your head down and sigh, giving it a shake to try and get rid of the smile but to no avail.

“Tell me everything, but let’s talk in the ER, I’ve got a couple guys needing some stitches. A couple harmless wounds.” You follow her to a bay and you turn around quickly.

“Shit.” You mutter, gripping your fists together Carrie Ann caught you, and peeks back into the room. She saw your brother, whom she’d met at a little party you’d had, but the blonde, she didn’t know him.

“Oh girl. Hunny. Yes.” She nods, patting your shoulder as the two of you walk into the room.

“Well you were the dumbass that pulled out into traffic. And I’m the one without a license!” Tig barks, smacking Kozik upside the head.

“Ow! Asshole listen! I said I was sorry! Listen, about your sister— I really-“ Tig coughs, points a thumb behind him. Kozik peeks over his shoulder and quickly turns back around. “Shit.” He coughs, putting on his best grin. Carrie Ann starts to disinfect the wound on Tig, making small talk with the man. Carrie Ann had slept with your brother more than once, but you didn’t much care. Groaning internally, you slide a cart over to the grinning blonde with a stab wound to the shoulder. You start disinfecting, numbing the area around his deep cut.

“You two in an accident?” You ask, grabbing the curved needle and the sterile thread.

“Nah, I—“

“No! His stupid ass pulled out in front of a black van full of cholos and the cholos jumped out, cut us off, and beat our ass.” Tig barks, yelling more at the blonde.

“I said I was sorry! I swear to god they were not there before!” He shouts, throwing an arm at your fired up brother. He hisses, grabbing at his shoulder.

“Well, quit moving.” You snip, giving him a sweet smile. He visibly calmed down when he saw your smile. Tig watched on with a smug grin.

“Tell me doc, why are you doing the bike wash tomorrow?” He asks as you continue stitching the gash.

“Why not?” You ask, eyes never leaving his chest.

“Cause you’re too pretty to be standing there in a bikini, gettin’ chatted up by a bunch lowlifes.” He coos, stopping your hand. You look into his dark blue eyes for a second, getting lost in the pools.

“Wouldn’t that make you a lowlife?” You ask, raising a brow at him.

“Yeah, I am. I don’t deserve you. No one does, but I don’t wanna beat up some guy cause he put his hands on you.” He mutters, hiding his face as he dropped his chin to his chest.

“Hey, you okay?” You ask, lifting his chin.

“Yeah, I just-I don’t even know you and I already wanna fight guys that haven’t even seen you yet. It’s just weird. I’m not normally like this.” He chuckles, standing and following you out of the room as you discharge him.

“Okay, Kozik. No swinging punches or anything, got me? You pull those stitches you’re gonna cry. And I’m gonna laugh.” You order, pointing a stern finger at him. He grasps your hand and kisses your knuckles.

“Yes dear.” He smirks, watching you turn cherry red and yank your hand away as if his lips were made of fire.

“Christ, go on.” You push playfully at his shoulder and he turns and saunters away with your brother. He looks over his shoulder as he rounds the corner, giving you a wink before disappearing out of sight.

“Oh my God!” Carrie cheers, grabbing your hands and shaking them. You laugh, shaking your head as you start towards the other bay ready to finish your night. The rest of the night was pretty normal, as normal as it could be in the emergency room. You were heading home when a bike pulls out behind your car on the last bend before your driveway.

“Hey,” Tig coos as he shuts the bike off in the drive. He sometimes stayed the night if the clubhouse was overcrowded. A bike roared up as you two headed towards the house.

“Hey!” Kozik calls as he makes it towards the steps. Tig ignored him as he swung the door open for you.

“You invite the whole club for a sleep over?” You ask with a chuckle. Kozik gives a low warning as he scoops you up at the threshold.

“Nah, just lover boy. I’m building fort. And you fuckers aren’t allowed in if you don’t help.” You giggle excitedly. You and Tig built blanket forts so often as kids, it was your fondest memories of him. With a spring in your step, you headed to your room and pulled out a pair of matching jammies that consisted of a SAMCRO tank top and shorts with a drawstrings. Slipping on your favorite pair of pink socks that went up to your knees. You and Tig used to race across the kitchen floor in your slipperiest pair of socks.

Tig offered Kozik a pair of basketball shorts he’d never worn to keep and he warned him before you and the girls came running back with armloads of blankets.

“No funny business. You’re lucky I’m letting you see her like this. This is our secret. I’d like you to straight-ly explain to another biker that you were making a blanket fort with me. Gay. It doesn’t leave this room. Got it?” He asks, pointing a ringed finger at him.

“The only thing gay is that you’re here.” He laughs, heading to change. When he returns, he stops short, jaw close to the floor. There you were sitting on the counter with a Jaws coffee mug full of brightly colored ice cream, spoon in your mouth, head tipped back and eyes closed. Tig cleared his throat next to him, wondering if they saw the same thing. The pale peach skin that divided the shorts from the socks made Kozik shift uncomfortably. He wanted a taste of it, his face between your—.

“Are you okay?” His thoughts are interrupted by Tig’s daughter Dawn, and he coughs, shaking his head.

“Yeah, sorry.” He smirks, wiping a hand down his face. You hop down, giving him a little smirk as you swing your hips while you walk. He watched every movement with full attention. Tig gave a low guttural warning, glaring at you.

“Enough, get all the pillows and blankets.” He barks to the girls, yourself obviously included. You scamper away to get all the pillows, big and small. Kozik appears at your doorway, giving you a little fright. He takes the pillows from your hands, watching as you head back towards your bed for more. Stretching you toes to boost you a little further forward, Kozik drops the pillows and grabs your hips, pulling you up and back against him. Finally. You thought, letting his breath tickle the back of your neck. Your breath catches, and he hears it, revels in it. His lips brush gently against the column of your throat, sending shivers down your spine. Your eyes closed, listening to the thudding of your pulse in your ears as his hands drifted up your body to your breasts, your nipples taut as the pad of his thumb brushed back and forth across them. You stifled a moan as you rolled your head back against his shoulder, pressing your lips to his jaw. He groaned, pulling away from you and gathering the pillows he dropped, disappearing. He left you there, in shock, completely vulnerable. Your hands followed the path he’d made like a brand.

You grabbed the rest of the pillows and head out to the living room. Hanging blankets precariously from chairs and the sofa, you hand Kozik the other end to hang over the TV. Tig watched the interaction with a smile. A small part of him saw a glimpse of the future. You and Kozik with two kids, maybe a boy and a girl, doing this ten years from now. He accepted that might be a good outcome.

“Alex? Alexander!” You call, snapping your finger in his face.

“What? Sorry.”

“Get the movie started! I’m gonna start the popcorn, Kozik is grabbing beer and pop.” You laugh as the two of you leave the fort. Once behind the safety of the kitchen wall, Kozik’s hands find your waist, his lips meeting yours for a quick passionate kiss. You toss a bag of popcorn into the microwave and hit the button.

“Here, put them in this basket.” He took your stretched up figure as an opportunity, grinding against you, his lips pressing quick hot kisses where your tank top strap had been nosed aside. As quick as he was there, he was gone, filling the wicker basket with drinks and heading back to the fort.

You awoke with a start, smiling when you felt. A nose pressed against your neck. You peeked as gently as you could to see Kozik fast asleep, arm slung heavily over yours, hand tucked under your ribs. Wriggling out from under him, you’re met in the kitchen with a hot cup of coffee and a smiling Alex.

“Aren’t you two just cute as pie.” He chuckles softly, sipping from his favorite mug with Missy’s face on it. The girls got it for him last year.

Shut up, asshole. You’ll never experience it. Cause you beat hookers.” You giggle, mimicking his sip. You shivered as the coffee warmed your soul.

“You are. Seriously, kid. Just be careful.” He warns, sitting at the bar. You finish the coffee in silence, kissing your brother’s cheek in agreement before disappearing to your room. Finding your black bikini with high waisted bottoms, you find your curling iron, giving your hair a quick once over. Brushing on a light dusting of makeup, you slip on a yellow sundress and slip on your pink strapped gladiator sandals and head out to the fundraiser. You met Gemma there, helping her set up the cakes. She was grinning as if she knew something. You didn’t dare ask with her, you didn’t really wanna know.

“You and Tacoma, what’s going on?” You shake your head as you put down the last cake on the table.

“Nothing much, just a little fun. He’s a pretty cute guy, Gem.” You gush, sitting in a chair with her as you waited for the rest of the girls to show up. This kicked off at eleven, and it was currently nine fifty-eight.

“Yeah, he and Tig have a deep beef. You know that right?” She asks, eyeing you as you drink your coffee.

“Yeah, I know. Listen, Alex even said he thought we were cute. Okay? Plus, I’m never gonna be with Jax, stop trying. He’s too young.” You both laugh. For a long time, Gemma was sure you’d date her perfectly eligible son, but you kindly refused each time.

The bikes began rolling in, as did the Cara Cara girls, and you pulled your sundress off. Heading towards the small crowd of women, you greet each with a hug and smile. Handing them each a small tube of sunscreen and chuckle.

“Girls! We’re here for a good time and a good cause! Don’t burn yourselves, don’t dehydrate yourselves, and don’t take shit from a man that isn’t yours.” Gemma cheers as the women get ready. Bikes were lined up down the street when Kozik and Tig arrived, Tig’s eyes found you washing down a bike from another charter, the man standing there obviously looking at your ass. Tig groaned in pain when the man slid money into the hip of her bottoms, he wanted to drop that old fuck for touching his sister. Stalking to the table, his hands hit the top and make Gemma jump.

“Yes?” She nips, glaring at him.

“Why in the fuck are the other guys touching them? I told you I’d talk my sister into it if they were just washing bikes.” He growls, white knuckles gripping the edge of the table.

“Oh shit.” Gemma mutters, heading towards the blonde Tacoma man as he stormed into the line of fire of the hose. You turned, wondering where the water was, when you saw a very angry Kozik standing behind you, the water pattering against the leather kutte.

“Hey you!” You giggle awkwardly, patting his chest.

“Garage.” He demands, pointing to the open bay of the Teller-Morrow repair garage.

“Koz-“

“Now.” His eyes were dark and dangerous. You headed towards the garage, stopping to tell Lyla you’d be right back. Kozik stormed ahead to his bike, grabbing a small blanket from his saddlebag and wrapping it around you. Once in the garage, he herded you into a corner, his lips attacking yours hungrily.

“I wanted to kill him.” He grinds through clenched teeth, leaving angry little marks along your shoulder. He was claiming his territory, and it was hot. You wrap your legs around him, his hands holding you against the toolbox.

#imagine #cute imagine #herman kozik imagine #kozik #herman kozik #kozik imagine #kozik oneshot #soa #sons of anarchy kozik #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagines #kozik!reader #kozik soa #smutish

[vincent-frankenstein]

ADHD sides hcs :3c

self projection time? self projection time

feel free to add ur own hcs onto this im jus usin my own experiences here 

startin w PATTON

emotional regulation? who’s she? patton only knows feeling emotions with Every Single Atom in his body so powerfully he might one day Explode

if he’s happy hes HAPPY!!!!! it’s like his body fills with light and he’s walking 2 feet off the ground and nothing could go wrong — and then whoops, something goes wrong, and wh o o ps, hes crying, whoops —

has a million stuffed animals sitting aLL around the house so he always has something to Squeeze

Squeezing is a good stim dont @ me

he throws his whole body into stimming

flapping, bouncing, jumping, spinning — his body must be moving at all times or he will die 

starting things is. Very very hard for him. executive dysfunction hits DEEP and he’s just,,, paralyzed. he wants to do the thing!!! he really does!!! his brain just Wont Let Him

logan used to get very frustrated with him but then patton like, explained how it felt and a little lightbulb went off in logan’s head

“patton, I think you have adhd.”

“... i’m guessin that doesn’t mean im a-delightful-hip-dad?”

then they did some Research together and put together a plan to help patton work around executive dysfunction and, it works, sometimes

when it doesnt, logan makes hot cocoa and sits with him

AUDITORY. PROCESSING. PROBLEMS.

“Hey, Pat, what’s for dinner?” “huh?” “I said, what’s for —” “meATloaf”

hearing is an uphill struggle so sometimes he just Signs instead but a lot of the time he gets so excited about what he’s trying to say he just dissolves into flapping halfway through the sentence

lots of hyperfixations !!!! so many !!! he cycles through em one after another suuuuper quickly 

he never forgets a hyperfixation, and the mention of ANY old hyperfixations will have him cry-flapping

roman: hey did u know they’re making another phineas and ferb movie -

patton, vibrating intensely and sobbing, .5 seconds away from launching into orbit: theYR E MAKING A WHAT

ROMAN

singing is his absolute FAVORITE STIM

that moment where u reach a point in a song where ur chest just, Swells and u can feel ur voice Vibrating ? yeah

sometimes Does Not warm up beforehand bc ??? he has No Choice but to sing along to certain songs and he cant always control when they come on so his voice sometimes gets Very Raspy from belting without warmups

aside from that twirling and doing Ballet Poses are also very good stims. he stick his leggy out Real Far mmhm

roman: *starts a new project and doesnt finish it* *starts a new project and doesnt finish it* *starts a new project and doesnt finish it* *starts a new project and doesnt finish it *starts a new project and doesnt finish it* *starts a new project and doesnt finish it* *starts a new project and doesnt fin

his room is a MESS and NO he will NOT clean it LOGAN he has a SYSTEM 

he doesnt have a system and the mess stresses him out to no end but he has one (1) braincell and it’s dedicated to Starting Projects And Not Finishing Them so

needs validation to survive

like legit if he doesnt get validation he will DIE 

on the flip side, if he gets any sort of rejection, he will also Die

logan: so I read through your latest script, and the idea is solid. We can definitely work with this. I did notice one oddly structured sentence so I fixed that for you —

roman: so you basically hate it and i should die 

rejection sensitive dysphoria is the one villain he has yet to figure out how to slay

contrary to what u might think, he keeps his hyperfixations Very close to his heart. he doesnt think he would survive it if one of the others were to criticize them

the one exception to this rule: disney. 

you cant look at this boy and tell me hes not hyperfixated on disney i mean did you s E E him in that one ep cmon

he will ramble about disney to anyone who will listen for hours. days, even, if you give him the opportunity. infodumping about disney is like injecting pure sunlight right into his bloodstream; by the end of it he’s glowing

once, after accepting anxiety, virgil and roman ended up in another debate about the Meanings of disney movies, but this time it was friendly, and by the end of it roman had gotten to ramble about each and every one of his favorite movies and he had never been happier

it was the first time virgil ever saw him Flap

they still get together to talk disney sometimes

VIRGIIIIL

virgil: *stims while listening to mcr* *stims while listening to mcr* *stims while listening to mcr* *stims while listening to mcr* *stims while listening to mcr* *stims while listening to mcr* *stims while liste

like roman, Music is virgil’s main stim, but he prefers to just. Move. bouncin his leg and drumming his hands in the air and shaking his head etc etc

it takes. literally foreVER for him to trust the others enough to stim around them. music is his main comfort but, for a Long Time, he wouldnt let himself listen to it when the others were around, just bc he knew he’d want to stim and he couLDNT bc what if he got juDGED

but then one day roman starts singing and patton jumps up and starts spinning and virgils like “???” and logans like “that’s how they stim” and virgils like “!!!!”

he Tappy Leg Real Fast

he also has a string of beads he carries everywhere to twist around his fingers bc bead,,, Good Texture

he struggles with rsd just as badly as roman, but he shows it in a Different Way

roman hurts, but hes an actor. he’s not about to invite more rejection by letting them know how much their words hurt! no no no, he keeps up the bravado until hes back in his room and then he breaks

but virgil. the rsd hits and its like, a physical blow to his chest and he crumples, wilting in on himself, and the world around him just sorta, ebbs away. for virgil, rsd is static

after AA the others start to learn his Signs for when hes feeling Bad™ so whenever he shrinks away they’ll stop the conversation and talk him through his insecurities until he feels better

SPOOKY HYPERFIXATIONS ALL THE WAY

went to Halloween Horror Nights one (1) time and now listens to the music on repeat and just. stims for hours

also hes in love with austin gumbam from academy of villains me? self projecting? never 

knows Every Obscure Fact from Every Horror Movie Ever and the urge to infodump is Consntantly at the forefront of his mind but he Never Does

unless someone gives him permission 

virgil: oh? chucky? thats a. cool movie.  did you know that — uh. nvm

logan: no no, go on

virgil, vibrating at a speed that could shatter glass: iF YOU INSIST-

LOGAN,,,,

this bitch is just as bad at Emotional Regulation as patton

hes just better at hiding it

that little stunt w the paper in lntao? he is Constantly .5 seconds away from going apeshitt. that was just A Glimpse into the chaos

he’s just,,,, very very bad at Identifying what he’s feeling. patton hid his feelings from the others, but he still knew what he was feeling, and he knows how to identify emotions

logan, on the other hand? 

logan: passion and anger are both Hot. they must be The Same Thing

patton: i. i mean. not really

logan: goddamnit

or

patton: logan? are you crying?

logan, touching his cheek and finding Tears: hm. tragic. and here i thought i was “happy”

he’d much rather just,,, Not feel but thats not an option bc he still feels things intensely, he just doesnt know What he’s feeling most of the time

quiet stims. he runs his hands along the fabric of his tie, feeling the grooves of the stitches, and readjusts his glasses constantly. if he’s feelin extra wild, he’ll even pull out his rubix cube and solve and re-solve it without even looking

LOTS of obscure hyperfixations

he has so many books on so many different subjects,,,, his room is more of a library than a bedroom and thats just the way he likes it

throwback to that one time he hyperfixated on reptiles and thomas’ little “slimy boy” outburst had him chasing deceit around the mindscape trying to feel his scales “FOR SCIENCE”

memory. problems.

he HATES hates hates hates the fact that things slip his mind so easily. hence, the notebook, and the daily planner, and the deluge of postits hanging around his bedroom

it frustrates him to no end especiaLLY when he forgets important information in front of thomas

patton watches out for the signs of Frustration and brings logan a cup of tea later than day and helps him sort through the Mess of notes on his desk to catalogue the Important Info

just let logan and patton be adhd buds @god bls i beggeth

but when he does remember The Information and thomas praises him? effervescent

logan, after thomas called him cool, kicking down pattons door: I FINALLY KNOW WHAT HAPPINESS TRULY FEELS LIKE

patton: hey! cool your jets there, kiddo!

logan:

patton: :3c

logan, turning around: neveRMIND

patton: nO WAI T-

the day thomas called him cool was the first time he ever Flapped

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[letyourimaginationgo]

So series is a Harry Potter and The mortal instrument cross over. I do not own any of this fandom this series is called We must join forces

Chapter 1

Letters to Hogwarts

It was a lovely day in New York  City. Clary, Jace, Isabelle, Alec, Simon, and Magnus were all just hanging out. For some reason, the daemon activity was pretty low this past few week and there was no territorial fight amongst the downworlders.

When this old man with this long as beard appeared from nowhere.

"Hello Magnus, I like this you making friends and even more I see." The old man said and pointing to Alec who was standing by Magnus in his protective position.

"First who the hell are you?" Jace said as he pulled out his sword.

"My mistake my name is Professor Albus Dumble headmaster at Hogwarts witchcraft and wizardry. I am acquainted with mister Bane hire from quite many years. I believe 15 years. But it's bean 12 years now since we have seen each other when we won the war. This wizard went to the dark side he killed everyone that came in his way and that included children. But on the day he attacked this family called the Potters because they where part of a group that was trying to resist him. He killed the parents but when it came to the baby, You Know Who disappeared into thin ay and the baby got out of it with only a scar on his forehead." Dumbledore said.

"Then why are you hire if he vanished.?” Jace snarled at the professor.

"We'll the person who led You Know Who to the Potters that night was Sirius black and he has escaped Azkaban our prison. Take this there for you it explains more I only have a small window here in America before I'm braking any laws" He handed them each a letter and then disappeared.

"When..." Magnus tried to get a word in before dumbledore vanished.

"Okay, that was awesome!" Simon said with enthusiasm.

"You're such a nerd. But that's why we're friends." Clary said.

"What has this have to do with us." Jace asked

(So they all got individual letters but I don't feel like rewriting it times.)

'Dear Clary, Simon, Jace, Isabelle,

We are pleased to congratulate you have been accepted at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. You will all start ass year threes.

This might sound strange but we have some belief that Valentine and Sirius black are working together to bring back You Know Who and if that is the casse both our world are in grave danger

List of required material:

A wand (Your steel will be your wand)

A pair of brass scales

Cristal or glass vials

Telescope

A cauldron

Uniform:

Three sets of Work robes (Black)

One pointy hat (Black)

One black winter coat with gold stitching

Pair of dragon hide gloves or similar

Muggle clothing.

All article of clothing must have a name tag on it

Year three books:

The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 3 by Miranda Goshawk

Unfogging the Future by Cassandra Vablatsky (if attending Divination)

Intermediate Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

The Monster Book of Monsters (if attending Care of Magical Creatures)

Numerology and Grammatica (if attending Arithmancy)

Home Life and Social Habits of British Muggles by Wilhelm Wigworthy (if attending Muggle Studies)

Spellman's Syllabary (if attending Study of Ancient Runes)

The Essential Defence Against the Dark Arts by Arsenius Jigger

The train leaves King cross station platform 9 ¾  at exactly 11 o'clock on September first.

Ps: Magnus will teach you everything from last 2 years. Oh, and Max is also a wizard second year.

I will be expecting your letter by the end of the day

Sincerely,

Albus dumbledore.

All four letters spoke in unison once you opened it so everyone in the room could hear.

"What does your letter say, Magnus?" Alec asked still processing the content of everyone's letter.

"Well I'll be a teaching muggle history from our world looks like it's mandatory class . What does yours say, Alec."

'Dear Alec,

We are pleased to congratulate you for being chosen as a new member of our faculty hire at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and wizardry.

You will be teaching the students how to fight like a shadowhunter and also be teaching the codex, we have a copy of the codex at Hogwarts and it will be available to purchase at the bookstore.

When your family and friends will be attending your classes they will be required to help you during those classes

The train leaves King cross station platform 9 ¾  at exactly 11 o'clock on September first. You have the option of sitting in the teacher's cart or with your family and friends.

Ps: If you could please send me the required uniform for your class by the end of this week. Therefore I may add it to the list of required materials.

I will be expecting your letter by the end of the day

Sincerely,

Albus dumbledore.'

"Looks like I'll be teaching shadowhunters 101 and it's also a mandatory class. Magnus do you have any paper that I can write back to professor Dumbledore so he may add my requirements for the proper uniform for my class."

"Good idea and I will respond the confirmation that the four of you will be attending Hogwarts in September." Magnus points to the four musketeers and snaps his fingers and paper appear on the table.

"Uhm I've never accepted this. When do you suppose that I can train and where? If we go." Jace said

"Well, there is a full training room in the castle. Fully stocked with weapons." Magnus explained.

"Come on Jace don't be such a drag. It'll be an adventure." Clary said and nudges Jace in the gut.

"Owe." Jace grunted

"Jace doesn't do adventures." Isabelle spook for the first time in the last five minutes. She was still trying to figure out how the letter worked.

"Umm, I've never said I don't do adventures I said I don't particularly like them."

"Bull, you told me that you hate adventures." She replied. Jace rolled his eyes at her just as he opened his mouth Magnus raised his voice. "Shut up! I need to send a letter like it was yesterday. Issy, yes or no? Simon yes or no? Clary yes or no?"

“Yes," Clary said.

"Hell yes," Simon said.

"If Simon is going then I'm going," Isabelle said.

"I guess I'll go," Jace said.

A few minutes later Magnus and Alec came back inside from the balcony because in the wizarding world the way to send word is by none other than owls.

"Poor owl. He has to fly across the whole Atlantic ocean." Izzy said.

"He'll be fine he will arrive at Hogwarts tomorrow morning or tomorrow afternoon at the latest and Dumbledore will take good care of him once he lands at Hogwarts," Magnus said.

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[lilhemmo]

may seem weird but... i've seen you reblog a decent amount of vegeta so i feel comfortable asking you this hehe. would you be willing to write a vegeta x reader story?? maybe of how he's not used to affection but the reader just kinda is forceful about it??? like doesn't get fazed when he rejects her kisses bc she sees him blushing, etc. and then maybe eventually she stops and he gets frustrated and is like "excuse me why did you stop???" please and thanks! love your writing!

a/n: i’ve been holding onto this one bc i’ve never written for db and i’m totally scared i’ll prob lose a bajillion followers, but may as well start now! i appreciate the ask :) fem!reader for, well, because vegeta frequently uses the term “woman” 

ps. apparently this is just me word dumping. not sure if the story even makes sense??? but hey, first time is first time. hopefully you like it!

tw: blood, language, etc. the usual for db

It was normal for you to tag along when Goku and the gang got caught up in some sort of crazy scheme with a new bad guy to defeat. You were their healer, after all.

Sensu beans could heal the combatants, but it was not always healthy if they were given an alternative route should the time arise.

And today, after fighting a huge, man-turned-monkey, everyone was worse for wear. Including the superhuman in question.

It took a while, but somehow, Goku convinced him to return to Earth and train together. Given that they were the last of the Saiyan race, you swear you saw some sort of light flash in the Prince’s eyes before he mellowed and spat out some retort akin to a thank you.

“You can shack up at Capsule Corp if you need a place to stay,” Bulma offers to him on the ride back to base. She smiles over her shoulder and he bristles, “You’re basically homeless now anyway.”

“Bulma!” you snap, turning to her in the driver’s seat. “The man has lost his race, have you no filter?!”

You see that his shoulders vibrate with tension, “I do not need you to defend me, woman! I am the Prince of all Saiyans, I can speak for myself.”

“Prince of Nothing, if you ask me,” Bulma mutters.

Vegeta growls in the backseat, but he’s too wounded to do much of anything towards the billionaire mechanic. Instead, he closes his eyes and evens out his breathing, and eventually you believe he falls asleep.

-

It took much time to seal up the Prince’s wounds. No one thought he was yet worthy of a sensu bean, instead opting to have you stitch him up and provide medication to help numb the pain.

You noticed as you stitched up the various gashes on his body that he whimpers in his sleep. His body moves strangely at the waist, but you realize that he’s searching for a tail long since cut at the base. Even though it shouldn’t, it saddens you for the Prince. So much lost in such little time. It can drive a man mad.

Apparently, it has.

Your body freezes as he groans and his eyes flit around behind closed lids. You instinctively reach out and cover his hand with your own, “It’s okay, it’s just me. You’re in the med bay, on a heavy dose of narcotics. You need to settle.”

“Damn Earth-woman,” he mutters, shaking his head and willfully pushing his eyelids open, “I won’t listen to your drivel. Where is Kakarot?”

You press firmly on his shoulder and he winces but falls back into the bed with little struggle thanks to the medication. You knew he’d need a large dose given his Saiyan metabolism.

“Goku,” you correct snidely, “is eating outside with the others.”

His upper lip curls and you’re ready for some spiteful drabble, but it never comes. Instead, he turns his head and scowls off in the distance.

You’re not sure what comes over you, but you reach up and push your hand over his hair, brushing the sweat-laden tendrils out of his eyes. Before your hand can come into contact with his skin, his right arm juts out and secures your wrist in his grasp.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he asks, glaring deep into your eyes.

You don’t back down, and you’re not sure if it’s because you’ve finally found someone to rival your stubbornness, or if it’s purely out of spite, “I’m trying to be kind. Is there no kindness where you’re from?”

“The world is unkind, woman,” he barks, tossing your hand to the wayside. Vegeta takes a breath and tilts his head, “I do not expect it to change now.”

-

You’re not sure when it happened, but at some point you quite liked it when Vegeta would show up to the medical bay for patching up. Even now, months later, he’s not entrusted with the sensu beans because there is such a small supply of them and he’s still not proven his loyalty.

“Damn Kakarot,” he winces as you stitch up a split on his bicep. You notice the puckering of pink scars all along his chest and back as you’ve walk around his body. There’s no telling where they’ve all come from.

You run your thumb over the edge of the last stitch, swallowing thickly, “You’ll get better, now that Bulma’s designed the anti-gravity room.”

Vegeta clicks his tongue against his teeth and looks away from you, “It shouldn’t take special training for me to defeat Kakarot in our sparring matches. I shouldn’t have to try this hard.”

“But you do,” you emphasize, “so just work with the tools you’ve been given.”

Vegeta rolls his eyes, “You’re so dense, woman. It should not be this way. I am Prince Vegeta, and Kakarot is…not. He wasn’t even raised on our home land.”

You shrug and find that while he’s distracted with his inequities, he’ll allow the gentle brush of your fingers against his scars, old and new alike. You swallow, “I think that everyone here has a role to play. I, for one, am glad that you’re not their main target.”

His head cocks to the side at this, and your finger stills against his shoulder, “And why would you say that?! Are you seriously so dense that you would want me seen as weak just so they would point the finger at Kakarot? That miserable excuse of a Saiyan?!”

You grip his bicep so hard your nails bite into his flesh. He grits his teeth but you don’t let him speak, “I’d rather them go after Goku, yes! Now shut up and let me patch your eye.”

In the heightened argument, Vegeta’s brow begins to bleed again, trickling down to his chin before dripping into his lap. You reach out with a cotton pad and brush away the crimson liquid, never missing the way his lips quirk when you touch him.

“You humans are a strange race,” he mutters, licking the corner of his mouth. “I’m not sure I’ll ever come to understand you.”

-

It’s been too long, you think. It’s been far too long.

You swallow thickly, your eyes hot with the thoughts of what could be keeping them away. You curl up in the corner of the bench stationed on the patio, wrapping your arms around your legs and holding tight. The stars in the sky, blinking brightly, make you wonder if maybe that’s their power spiking and ebbing as they fight whatever force it is so far away.

“They’ll be back soon,” Bulma speaks soothingly, offering you a bowl of soup.

You wave your hand, your eyes never breaking away from the constellations. You roll your lips together and wish the blush away from your face.

As if the universe senses your distraught heart, a bright white flash of light appears down on the ground and two broken fighters crumble into the grass.

You’ve never sprinted faster in your life.

Your knees buckle underneath you as you join the Saiyans in the dirt, your hands roaming over the broken chest plate to touch raw flesh, blood pulsing under your fingertips.

“Woman,” he speaks weakly, “get your filthy paws off me.”

You scoff and duck your head into his neck, uncaring to the smell of blood and sweat radiating from him. You laugh through tears and he bristles under your touch, hands stilling at his hips.

“I thought you’d died,” you murmur, leaning back and taking in all of his injuries. You swallow thickly, “I-I thought I couldn’t feel your energy for a moment.”

“Oh, you think so little of me,” he winces, grasping at his side. “If Kakarot were to arrive home, so would I!”

“I know,” you speak slowly, fighting a smirk. You put your arm under his shoulders and he fights you for a moment, but practically passes out against you.

“Stupid Saiyan,” you mutter, dragging him to the med bay where you have a stash of sensu beans. “I’m always cleaning up after your messes.”

-

It took a while before Vegeta would spend time in the common rooms of Capsule Corp with the others, but once he did, you couldn’t help but to gravitate towards him.

You start with touching him on the shoulders from behind, brushing fingertips against the muscle of his back to ask a question in quiet.

“What?!” he snaps, turning so his lips brush your cheek by accident. Your entire being turns beet red, but you repeat your question anyway, “Would you like something to eat?”

And then it turns to sitting too close on the couch, knees brushing while watching the news and drinking your protein shakes and coffee respectively. When your knee strays towards his, you watch as his body tenses, and in spite alone, you press your thigh against his own and relax further into the couch. You bring the cup to your lips as a bright red tint paints his cheeks.

And then the inevitable occurs - you fall asleep against his shoulder.

You’re fully expecting him to punt you off the couch and back to your apartment room within Capsule Corp. You’re surprised when the only thing that occurs is his body completely seizing up on the couch cushions.

You flow in and out of sleep, drifting from one plane to the next. You feel heat radiating against your body, but it only brings you back to your slumbering state.

The feel of an arm around your shoulders jolts you awake but you barely pry open your eyes thanks to the darkness of the room. The television is still playing some mindless channel, but Vegeta’s arms have scooped you up and he’s started towards your room.

You try to murmur something, but your head lolls to the side and you find your nose nuzzled against his neck. You can feel his pulse hammering against your skin, but it only lulls you back to sleep.

The last time you wake is when you feel your body laid down in your bed, covered by your sheets. You reach out and grasp him by the wrist, pulling him close enough you can speak in your sleep-ridden voice.

“Stay.”

After you’ve said it, you regret it. Where did that even come from?

Vegeta’s forearm pulsates with muscle as his body tenses. A strangled noise comes forth from his throat and you swear you hear him crumble down to one knee.

You can now touch his cheek, and so you go for it. You know that in the morning you can pretend it never happened if he rejects you - you can blame it on sleep. Maybe you were dreaming? He’ll never have to know.

Your palm spreads over the expanse of his face, cupping his jaw so the tip of your index brushes his earlobe. He’s hot to the touch, both thanks to his Saiyan blood and his blushing body.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he spits, tearing his arm away from you.

Angry tears flood to your eyelids and you try to hold back a sniffle but it’s no use. You roll over and curl into yourself, digging your head into the pillows.

It’s okay, you think, I’ll save myself from the nightmares.

You must have said it out loud, because Vegeta gasps next to you. It takes a moment, but you feel the bed dip beside you. Instantly, your body warms. You smile and curve your body backwards, sucking in a breath.

“You’ve come a long way, Saiyan Prince,” you murmur, reaching behind you to grasp him by the wrist. “From trying to destroy my world to saving it. From being my nightmare to making your way into my dreams.”

A grunt puffs breath onto your neck, hot enough to send a jolt down your spine, “Don’t get used to it, woman. I won’t be kind a second time.”

“I know,” you try not to be chastising. You turn your head to catch his dark eyes, glinting thanks to the moonlight filtering through your window. You repeat his words from so long ago, “The world is unkind. I don’t expect it to change.”

He is silenced by your words, thought drawing his brow and wrinkling his forehead. You take advantage of the silenced Saiyan to curl into him and savor the warmth.

For it is gone when the sun rises. As if he were never there at all.

-

You weren’t surprised that it was you to kiss Vegeta first.

Apparently, no one was surprised. Except Vegeta.

Whis returns with both Goku and Vegeta in tow, dragged behind him like sacks of flour. Their bodies are riddled with bruises and cuts, eyes swollen shut and knuckles battered beyond recognition.

“I came as soon as I could,” the angel sighs. “It appears they were badly injured prior to my arrival. I assumed a sensu bean would make things better?”

Bulma sprints off in search of the bag of sensu she keeps locked away for emergencies, but you’re focused on the Saiyan in Whis’s left hand.

“I-Is he?” you stutter, unable to feel his energy.

Whis’s face hangs low, his usually pastel skin a deep blue color. He sighs, “I grabbed them as soon as I could. You know how Lord Beerus can be. I will likely be chastised when I return to our world.”

“Thank you,” you manage. You drop to your knees and spread your hands out over his chest, looking at the bleeding wounds protruding from under his cracked chest plate. You thought Bulma had reinforced this one, but it appears you will have to make some adjustments. Perhaps a healing patch where his heart would be?

“We’ll have to chew them for them,” Bulma tells you, “they’re both unconscious and won’t be able to swallow the bean whole.”

You take the sensu bean from her hand and crush it between your teeth, forcing yourself to keep it between your molars instead of swallowing it as you’re used to doing. You lean down and take Vegeta by the cheeks, pressing your mouth to his and transferring the bean to his tongue.

After a moment, the color returns to his face and you can’t help the tears that well up in the back of your lids and threaten to spill over.

“Wh-What happened?” he croaks, trying to reach up to touch his battle wounds but unable to move his arms just yet. He looks up at you and his entire body goes hot, realizing at once just how close the two of you are.

He barely has a second to react when you thread your fingers into his hair and pull him roughly by the head to crush your mouth to his own. Vegeta’s left hand barely grazes your thigh when he comprehends what is going on and snaps away from you.

“H-How dare you?” Vegeta spats, eyes widening. His hair begins to glow at the tips, his Super Saiyan form threatening to overtake his body.

You don’t care, though, and instead you drag him so you’re hugging him around the shoulders, your shaking body sagging against him as you cry. “Shut up,” you mumble, gripping him as tightly as possible. “I thought I lost you.”

“Gross, Bulma!” you hear from across the courtyard. “I haven’t even kissed my own wife, why would I want to kiss you!?”

“It wasn’t a kiss, you oaf!” Bulma shouts back at her lifelong friend. Her eyes are bright and wide as she pokes her finger into his damaged chest, “I was simply transferring a sensu bean from my mouth to yours, nothing else! Gee whiz, for a pretty simple guy you make things too complicated.”

“I-I’m so-” Vegeta starts, your head still buried into his neck. You feel the heat of his hand hesitate before pressing flat against the small of your back. A grunt breaks up his words, and you don’t press him. You’re just thankful he’s still here.

-

“Saiyans show affection through their tails, Kakarot,” Vegeta explains over dinner one night. Bulma ordered in a ton of food, and they were both exhausted from a particularly long training session. “We do not do the human rituals of mating.”

You tilt your head, stabbing a shrimp and putting it between your lips. You listen, never giving input, but allowing the words to sink in as you understand how the past years he’s done nothing but recoil at your affections. You, as a human, are not sure how else to communicate how you feel, given that the Saiyan is not very articulate either.

“That explains so much!” Bulma giggles. “No wonder you don’t know what to do every time she touches you.”

Your face goes red as everyone at the table looks at you and Vegeta, sitting too close because it’s too comfortable. His foot hits yours under the table and you want your body to melt right then and there.

Instead of bowing down, you sit up straighter and try to keep your features even, “It isn’t my fault that Saiyans are incapable of understanding human affection. Sounds like a personal problem to me.”

Vegeta’s ears perk at this, and a smirk paints his lips.

And from that day forward, you vow that you’re going to keep your distance. In fact, you do so for three months before you start to notice the cracks in Vegeta’s metaphorical emotional armor.

He begins to lean in closer to you when he speaks. He always makes sure no one else sits near him on the couch to watch television. He always passes the med bay after training, wondering if you’re available with a sensu bean. 

For some reason, his body feels cold at the lack of your presence. He tries fighting more with Kakarot, but that does little to fill the void. The Saiyans were a proud race, with strong women who held the families together. He’s not sure if he’s missing that, or missing you.

You’re curled up on the couch the next time you feel his touch. It’s hauntingly familiar, and a heat shoots up your spine.

Even so, in your slumber, your senses become groggy and you reach out and deck him in the jaw with a left hook.

Vegeta stumbles back and you jolt forward, profusely apologizing and fussing over the incident. You don’t miss the smirk as he stands back to his full height, fists curled by his side.

“I knew you were strong, woman,” he grits his teeth and you swear he’s in his battle stance. “I just never knew how strong. Of course, you’re nothing for a Saiyan, but for a human, you’re remarkable.”

You hide the tint on your cheeks and cross your arms over your chest.

“However,” Vegeta begins, mimicking your position, “it’s not how I would have liked to feel your touch.”

The both of you stare at each other then, and you’re unable to produce words. After the conversation about Saiyan mating rituals, you assumed Vegeta wanted nothing to do with you, given your lack of tail.

He swallows thickly, his throat bobbing. Even still, his voice sounds more like a bark than the typical man, “I did not realize how-accustomed I had become to you. I may not understand how humans show affection, but I think that’s what you’ve been doing. Am I wrong?”

You step forward, your lip between the bite of your teeth, “This entire time you’ve been rejecting it, recoiling from it. I decided to take the hint.”

Vegeta’s eyes squint shut and his fists tighten in front of him, knuckles turning white under the strain. He looks at you and you see the faintest of blue eyes threatening to come to the surface should he express any further frustration.

“I am not used to touch,” he admits, voice hollow. “The only touch I receive is from battle, and I did not realize how comforting it could be to have someone else’s hands tending your wounds and touching your skin. I’ve only ever had those who touch me try to harm me.”

You reach out and tentatively frame his cheek with your palm, “I do not wish to anger you, Vegeta.”

“I know that now,” his voice is still proud despite the admission. 

“Carry me?” you ask, raising both arms to rest around his neck.

Vegeta smirks, eyes closing for a moment before sweeping you up by your knees and your shoulders, cupping you close as he flies to your apartment. It isn’t far, but the wind in your hair and the stardust in the sky makes the short flight worth it.

This time, when he puts you into bed, you do not have to ask him to stay. He simply curls up behind you and waits for you to come closer. Your body is like a magnet, drawn to him in the dark. Your ankles thread together and you touch his chin with your thumb.

In an instant, your lips are on his, but the moment is short as you pull away with a small smile.

“Ah, a sneak attack,” he mutters, his free hand reaching up to touch his lips. “Not sure how I would feel about that in front of the others.”

“In front of the others?” you echo.

Vegeta nods firmly, “Hm.”

You’re not sure what overtakes you next, but whatever it is, Vegeta is impressed. Your body rolls flush with his, your lips slotted firmly against his own as your hands touch his face. It takes a moment to find some sort of rhythm, but once you’ve found it, you don’t let it go.

“Now I have to let them know that you’re mine,” he grunts against your mouth. “Can’t have that nasty old pervert of a man looking at you anymore. If he does, he’ll have to deal with me.”

You giggle, tucking your head against his neck to press a featherlight kiss there. He lets out a strangled noise from the back of his throat, so you do it again, but harder this time. His pulse thumps against your lips and you smirk, “I can’t wait.”

When the both of you arrive to breakfast the next morning with bedhead and hickeys, everyone starts passing around money to pay up on their bets. Turns out, you and Vegeta were inevitable.

a/n: hope you liked it! that was fun to write! prob won’t get a ton of notes, but i appreciate the ask anyway :) 

#vegeta #dragonball #dragonball super #vegeta x reader #vegeta imagine #vegeta fanfic #vegeta fanfiction #dbs #dragon ball super imagine #dragon ball super fanfic #vegeta one shot #my writing

[yourholidaymom]

Your Holiday Mom: Momby

My gorgeous Holiday Baby!

Thank GOODNESS you’re here, not a moment too soon!  I have all the newspaper ads for Black Friday laid out on the kitchen table, with a plate of warm cookies, ready for us to spend a couple of hours poring over the great deals and chatting about your year.  Do you prefer coffee or tea?  We’re going to need something to fuel our shopping binge tonight, and I personally love a good iced chai latte.  Just wait til you see the matching tumblers I got for us, to take our caffeine on the go tonight!  I know, I know, but I’m your Holiday Mother and as such I get to embarrass you with goofy Mom things occasionally.  

Oh gosh, I’m so excited to take you out for our annual midnight Black Friday Christmas shopping extravaganza I forgot to ask about your Thanksgiving celebration today.  I hope you had a wonderful time sharing a meal with some friends and loved ones.  Tell me about all the people in your life, I want all the gossip!  Did you bring a special someone to your celebration?  Fine, I won’t pry.  But when you’re ready, your Holiday Father and I can’t wait to meet anyone you’d like to bring by the house, and welcome them with open arms into our family.  If you care for them so much, they must be just as special as you.

It’s 11 PM, and we’ve been clipping coupons and making lists of things you need while the Bing Crosby holiday record spins quietly in the background.  I just love hearing about your achievements this year, and all the things you’re dreaming about in the future.  Just you wait, my dear, the world holds great things for you!  For now though, it’s almost time to head over to the local outlet mall.  This shopping trip is just the cheesiest, most chaotic celebration of capitalism ever, but we love this tradition and have been coming for 10 years.  

The drive through the Pennsylvania countryside is cold and dark, but the outlet mall is lit up and decorated like a holiday wonderland.  Fresh cut pine scents the air, along with a food truck selling fresh apple cider donuts and hot chocolate to the waiting crowd.   Carolers wander the parking lot with candles, singing and laughing.  You know I’m going to make sure we get our annual picture on Santa’s lap, so I can display it proudly on our living room “Wall of Santas”, right?  Just don’t let the live reindeer lick you!  They have awful breath.

At midnight, a giant bell rings out and shoppers pour into the local stores.  We loop arms and plunge into the madness… we’re on a mission!  Things you want, things you need, something for learning and something good to read!  I love seeing your style evolving as you grow into your place in the world, and we can have some goofy fashion shows in the fitting rooms, both of us giddy with a lack of sleep.  I’m going to tell you about a thousand times, no matter what you try on, that you’re perfect just the way you are, and that your inner beauty is what shines through… and you probably won’t listen to me, because that’s just the way Mom advice goes.  I expect lots of “MOoooooOm! But how do the JEANS look, NOT MY INNER LIGHT.”  But I know you hear me.  Then I’ll get you some socks, because everyone needs socks.  Don’t roll your eyes at me!  These socks have naughty snowmen on them. 

We save the best for last.  I have lists for some children in the area whose families don’t have the means to provide presents, and toy shopping for them is SO much fun.  We could spend a couple of hours in each toy store, pummeling each other with Hulk hands and examining Barbie Dreamhouses, but it’s almost 4 AM and I can see you’re exhausted.  We’ll pile our bags into the minivan and when you get home, you can sleep as long as you want in the upstairs bed.  I put your grandmother’s hand-stitched down comforter on it already.  I’ll have pancakes waiting for you when you wake up mid-afternoon, and we’ll spend a couple of glorious hours watching your favorite holiday movies while we wrap presents.  

What an amazing start to the Christmas season!  Tell me all about each person we bought a present for, and your friendship the past year.  It’s awesome to look back on each relationship with a grateful heart.  I for one am so grateful that you are part of my family for this one day, because you are an extraordinary human being and worthy of so much love! 

Your Holiday Father will pretend to be annoyed when he’s conscripted to tie ribbons and put together the Barbie Dreamhouse, but he secretly loves it.  Later you can model your new wardrobe items for him and the cats, and explain to both of us what “Kids these days” are wearing.  He still doesn’t understand crop tops, but he loves your explanations.  We both just love any time we get to spend to you, listening to your adventures and struggles alike.

We’re so glad you chose to drop in and visit today, even if we can’t be together on the actual Holiday.  You know that we think of you every day, not just on the holidays, right?  Though you and I spent the whole day searching for the most thoughtful presents for each and every one of our friends and loved ones, YOU are my greatest gift. Your light and your love are worth more than any present.  I hope that the coming year will bring you all the things you want, but I need you to know that you are enough.

Love,

Momby

PS.  I did all your laundry while you were sleeping.  And I washed the naughty snowmen socks so you can’t return them. 😉

** This year we are reprising your favorite letters. The original post date of this letter was Nov 28, 2019.

Your Holiday Mom: Momby was originally published on Your Holiday Mom