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suna rintaro here. my girlfriend, y/n, is being distant today and i don't know why. let me tell you about what happened.
we were supposed to have our separate zooms with her on my lap, but she left to a different room near the very beginning. she tried to play it off with "i have a pop quiz and i need to focus. can't have my grade drop just because i can't focus on your lap with your zoom in the background," but we all know that that is absolute bs. she could've focused on my lap just fine, and we all know that failing a 10-point pop quiz from chiahara-sensei happens to the best of us. and if you're wondering, i am the best of the best.
then, after we both finished our annoyingly long 1.5 hour lectures, (well she claimed hers was in fact a 40-point pop quiz/test but it def wasn't) she refused to cook together. she said something like, "rin, you burned yourself last time, remember? go sit down," but that, too, is bs. yes, i spilled hot water on my sweats last time i tried to make pasta, but it was on my knee, so it wasn't like it was a big deal anyways. i don't know why she kept making excuses.
then, after we finished eating the meal she cooked without me, she had the audacity to get on a zoom call when i didn't have one. and after that terrible offense, she refused to sit on my lap for it AGAIN. she said that inuzuka-sensei was always more strict about what we wore in zooms, and i wouldn't get away with no shirt on like soma-sensei let me. when i told her that her body would block mine, she said that my chest and shoulders would still be perfectly visible. then, she guilted me by saying that she didn't want other girls to see my "perfectly toned abs," as she called them. AND THEN she had the impudence to TEASE ME and LIE TO ME by telling me my cheeks and ears were getting red! couldn't believe her.
then, after all our classes were over, she refused to cuddle with me because APPARENTLY her friend's sister a block down rolled and sprained her ankle, and that it was getting pretty bruised and swollen. she also added that her friend didn't have any advil or experience in injuries, and apparently she was asked to bring some advil, a compression bandage, and a couple ice packs. when i told her that her friend could just buy some and that she could get her own ice pack, she tried to get out of it by telling me that her friend's sister was only 5, was bawling her eyes out, refused to be left alone but also screamed louder when she was picked up, and that we also had a lot to spare because we have a ton of supplies in the closet because of my constant volleyball injuries.
again, absolute bs. her friend could just go grab everything herself. what did it matter that the kid was crying? fuck kids! do you know how funny those youtube videos of kids getting hurt and crying are? people enjoy them for a reason. it's because kids are annoying as hell and it's fun to watch them get injured. im subscribed to like 10 of those kinds of channels. her friend is literally getting free entertainment and y/n obviously just wants to watch the free entertainment WITHOUT ME because she'd rather be with her stupid friend than me.
all in all, please help. i don't know why she's so distant today. is she mad? please give me tips!
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@.y/n.l/n: HELP WHAT IS THIS
@.y/n.l/n: for the record i got an a+ on that so it was worth it
@.y/n.l/n: love u always rin <333
@.su.rin: reply to @.y/n./l/n- ik that u hate me its ok
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I really loved your hc about Sanji meeting Yassop and Usopp meeting Zeff and I start to think about like-
What about this with Zosan, Lusan and Lawsan?? This will be SO funny and perfect-
Just hear me: (and yes, this will be with our queen Trans!Fem Sanji)
Mihawk and Zoro going to a dinner with Sanji and Zeff because both want to know their child partner
Shanks going to Baratie 'cause Luffy insisted, and Sanji going too just to say a 'hello!' to her father and properly give the notice she's dating her captain (Luffy forgot to tell this to Shanks and he just discover he was knowing the father of his son's girlfriend when they already are in Baratie)
Law going because Sanji wanted him to know Zeff, and even hating to interact too much, he acepts because he knows how much this mean to her
And like, how you think they will react about the thing of Zeff eating his own FUCKING leg??
Okay, this is really funny- The chaos. Just imagine the chaos. Gonna try to put my thoughts into words (<- Literally a fucking writer. I'm just tired today don't blame me).
Please assume the OP world here is exactly the same but Mihawk and Shanks actually raised Zoro and Luffy. Somehow. Don't ask me how. They see them as their fathers. Zeff and Sanji's story is still the same because they're canonically family lmao. And also Transfem!Sanji as you said btw bc I love my princess.
─┉┈◈Zosan◈┈┉
The thing about Mihawk and Zoro going to a dinner with them is that Zoro and Sanji would try to behave but they would end up arguing in front of them anyway because that's just how they are and Mihawk and Zeff would end up talking alone about them tbh. Zeff offers Mihawk one of his best wines and Mihawk is- Well, you already know how Mihawk is. Their conversation is pretty polite but they keep drinking while the other two are in the background fighting for some meaningless bullshit like: "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO GET HERE FIFTEEN MINUTES AGO, STUPID MOSSHEAD" / "OKAY SO IT'S MY FAULT THAT THE SEA IS VERY ROUGH TODAY AND THE SHIP ALMOST SINKS" / "LIAR!! I'M SURE YOU JUST GOT LOST".
And it's uhhh chaotic. But there's passion and Sanji is mad because she cares about him meeting Zeff and Zoro is frustrated but actually trying to calm down. Zeff and Mihawk are very fond of tough love and passionate couples so these two fighting just means they have strong feelings for each other. However, they end up making up and sitting down with their fathers while they tell anecdotes and try to get to know each other better. Mihawk and Zeff are intimidating af and I'm like 100% sure that Zoro would be scared of Zeff at some point bc he would look at him with that look of "If you hurt my daughter I'm killing you" and Zoro is, for once in his life, scared of a cook. Then that silly topic of "Oh, yes, I ate my own leg to save this little shit of a daughter from starving to death" comes up.
Zoro almost chokes on his food and Mihawk stares at Zeff for a while, looks down at his leg, squints his eyes at him and says: It certainly is a really admirable doing. And just out of mere curiosity, was it good-
Zeff: A little bit of seasoning and less pain would've helped
Sanji: DAD, WHAT THE FUCK
Zoro: Curly, you didn't tell me your dad was cool
Sanji: OH, YES, EXCUSE ME MOSSHEAD FOR NOT TELLING EVERYONE ABOUT MY DAD EATING HIS OWN FUCKING LEG
Mihawk: I say admirable doing because you just met her, right? I would not have done something like this for this bastard right here
Zoro: Thanks, dad
Mihawk: You're welcome I let you and Princess stay with me, don't push it
Sanji: Who's Princess?
Zoro: My sister
Sanji: YOU HAVE A SISTER?
Mihawk: Zoro, you didn't tell your girlfriend about Perona?
Zoro: I forgot
Sanji: I'm going to murder you
And basically, long story short, the night ends pretty well to Sanji's surprise. Mihawk is very nice and polite to her even if he looks pretty dark and edgy, and Sanji can't believe that man raised an idiot like her boyfriend. Then we have Zeff, who shakes Zoro's hand so hard it hurts and whispers in his ear all the atrocities he would do to him if he hurt his precious princess. Things that won't happen, of course. That's why that 'would' is there. But still, he tells him anyway. Just in case.
─┉┈◈Lusan◈┈┉
When Luffy tells Shanks to go to the Baratie together, he doesn't hesitate to say yes because who would refuse to go there? What kind of pirate would he be? Sanji is already there because she decided to go a bit earlier, so Shanks instantly assumes he's just going to have lunch with his son in a very nice place and see Zeff again after a long time. When they get to the Baratie and see that Sanji is there too, Shanks assumes Sanji just stopped by too. A coincidence. He already knows that's Zeff's daughter, btw.
But then Luffy does that thing he always does, running towards someone he loves and hugging them tightly with his legs wrapped around them. And Shanks is just like "Oh, well, that's his usual behavior and he's just greeting his cook" but then they kiss and it's uh, confusing. So Shanks asks what's going on and Sanji is all like "Please, don't tell me you didn't mention this to Shanks" and Luffy just shrugs, turns around, and says "Dad, I'm dating Sanji!" then looks at his cook again smiling and Sanji sighs: "And you obviously didn't tell him this was supposed to be a thing so our dads could talk-"
Shanks: Fuck, am I meeting your dad now? Like, actually meeting him as your boyfriend's dad? That's not- Hey, Anchor, you did not mention this.
Luffy: I'm sorry! But Zeff is reaaaaally amazing!
Shanks: I am well aware that he's amazing but you need to warn me first about this stuff.
Luffy: What? It's just dad stuff-
Shanks: I AM NOT GOOD AT DAD STUFF
Then Zeff appears and Shanks tries to act like a normal father for once (he can't. He fails. It doesn't work) and they actually end up having a pretty calm and fun dinner once he relaxes, remembering that Zeff has always been cool. Luffy is extremely clingy with Sanji, a thing that Shanks already knew but never guessed it was because of them dating. And now that he sees it from a different perspective, it is clear that they're in love, even if Sanji won't stop trying to push the kid away because he's obsessed with sitting close to her and eating food from her hands and things like that. Little shit has a more stable love life than him. That's depressing.
Their laughter and joyful voices fill the whole empty restaurant and Shanks and Zeff are already a bit drunk while Sanji is dragged by Luffy to sit on his lap. And it would be embarrassing but it's not like their dads are looking at them, too caught up in their own anecdotes and stories.
Then Shanks asks how Zeff met Sanji because he knows that's not his biological daughter. He remembers Zeff telling him about his little princess years ago when Sanji was still at the Baratie and Shanks stopped by to eat with his crew. And of course, Zeff explains what happened. Their shared dream and everything. Luffy isn't really listening because he already knows the story and is too focused on his girlfriend right now. Zeff tells them about the leg thing, and Shanks starts laughing so, so fucking loud and hysterically:
Shanks: I DID THAT TOO
Zeff: You did what, too?
Shanks: Don't you notice something missing? Perhaps on the left side of my torso? There hanging? Well- Nothing hanging, actually
Zeff: You did not-
Shanks: I did not, but I lost this useless thingy saving this bastard right here
Sanji: You said you're not good at dad stuff but that's a pretty dad thing to do, huh?
Shanks: I guess so, yeah. We have more things than I thought in common, Red Leg!
Luffy: Except for cooking. Your cooking is awful.
Shanks: My cooking is amazing, Anchor, thank you very much.
Luffy: THAT'S NOT TRUE! YOU ONLY HEATED UP WHAT MAKINO MADE FOR ME
Shanks: But I did a good job!
Anyway, they surprisingly have a very nice and warm meal together without Shanks or Luffy being as chaotic as Sanji thought they'd be. When they're heading out, Zeff just pats Luffy on the shoulder and tells him to take care of his princess and appreciate her food or else he'll make him clean the dishes again but this time for years, quite literally speaking. Shanks sees the couple holding hands when they get out of the restaurant, the redhead staying behind for a second to speak to Zeff. But Shanks is already at that point of drunkness where he starts having a breakdown and he's like "Why does my kid have a girlfriend and my husband left me?????? This is so unfair. They love each other so much, Red Leg, look at them!!!!!!!" and Zeff is like "They're young and stupid too, but they'll grow up. You still haven't. Please get out of my restaurant before you make my onions cry."
─┉┈◈Lawsan◈┈┉
Law doesn't want to meet Zeff, that much is clear. He is not good at meeting new people and even less meeting father figures because God knows he doesn't have a good memory of how his relationship with his dad ended (Rip Cora-san, we miss you). But he goes anyway because Sanji keeps insisting and saying that it's important to her, and of course, Law can't say no to her. Well, actually Sanji just tells him that if he comes with her to the Baratie, she'll wear the Soba-Mask suit (Stealth Black or whatever, Sanji refuses to say those words so-) again for him some time and Law accepts almost instantly. Fucking simp.
So they go to the Baratie and Law is dressed in a white shirt and actual, proper, and almost elegant clothes because Bepo said he needed to do it in order to give a good impression, and Law, deep down, just wants Sanji to be happy. And if getting along with her dad will do it, having to deal with this torture for a few hours is worth it.
Sanji keeps telling him not to worry about Zeff because, even if it's a big step in their relationship, her dad is just a bit scary but a good guy, after all. He will like Law once he knows how much he cares about her too! But Law isn't worried about that, he just fucking sucks at social interactions. Free the introvert from having to socialize, please, he just wants to stay with his girlfriend alone and cuddle and infodump about silly little things and comics. This is highly bad for his mental health (getting out and talking to people).
But, well, turns out Zeff is actually a great guy. Even though at first he looks at his daughter intensely and says: "Why the ex shichibukai of all people? This guy looks depressed too. Have you eaten, kid? You look like a starving man. He looks like a starving man, sweetheart. You're not dating an emo bastard who does not eat" and ends up having an argument with Sanji... He's fun to be around, once he settles for feeding Law everything he can cook. And Law isn't complaining but decides not to mention how much he hates bread because he feels that sentence will end up with him dead on the floor.
However, Sanji is the one mentioning that after a while of seeing Law forcing himself to eat bread, rolling her eyes and taking it from his hands to eat it herself. And Zeff is just like "You should've said so earlier, son! Just eat whatever you like. I feed people for them to enjoy the food, goddamnit!" and Law can only nod and keep eating.
And they actually end up getting along when they start talking more and more. Law starts actually laughing and smiling a little bit and Zeff pats him in the back from time to time whenever he mentions stuff he has done with his powers. Zeff just finds that hilarious. And Sanji is happy they're getting along, but extremely embarrassed when Zeff starts talking about her childhood (Law is enjoying every second of this). Then the topic of how Zeff met Sanji is brought up, and Sanji doesn't really want Law to hear it because she didn't tell him about the leg thing. And when he finds out, he's just...
Law: You didn't tell me your dad did that for you
Sanji: It's not something I like to explain, y'know? I kind of feel guilty to this day
Zeff: You're such a cry baby, Eggplant. I already told her countless times I chose to do that and it ended up saving us both! What's the problem?
Sanji: Shut up, old man, you don't get it!
Law: I do get it. The- Uh- Feeling guilty about your dad sacrificing himself. Without Cora-san... I wouldn't be here.
Zeff: Well, kid, I don't know what your father did, but be grateful instead of feeling guilty. I'm sure he's a nice man if he raised somebody who loves my girl this much.
Law: He was a good man, yes. The best. And- I- I do love her. A lot.
Sanji has a moment where she almost cries, but she doesn't!! (She does. She goes to the bathroom and cries).
When they have to go back to the ship, Zeff stops Law and says:
Zeff: You might need to eat more, that much is clear, kid. But you take care of her and that's good enough for me.
Law: Thank yo-
Zeff: But you also strike me as someone who would die for her and even though I do appreciate the effort because I would do the same, don't die on her, got it? And eat more. Eat what she makes, actually. And you also should check if you're celiac.
Law: I'm a doctor. I know I'm not-
Zeff: Then stop bitching around and eat bread like a man, for fuck's sake.
And, you know, Zeff might be a bit intimidating but he is, after all, a good man just like Cora was.
#this was really fun to write#they all love sanji#i love sanji too#and also they're so iwenfjksndf#the lawsan one ended up being kind of sad#but y'know the other two are funny#one piece#black leg sanji#roronoa zoro#monkey d luffy#trafalgar d water law#red haired shanks#dracule mihawk#red leg zeff#zosan#lusan#lawsan#that lil bit hint of shuggy bc i can't control myself
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suna rintaro here. my girlfriend, y/n, is being distant today and i don't know why. let me tell you about what happened.
we were supposed to have our separate zooms with her on my lap, but she left to a different room near the very beginning. she tried to play it off with "i have a pop quiz and i need to focus. can't have my grade drop just because i can't focus on your lap with your zoom in the background," but we all know that that is absolute bs. she could've focused on my lap just fine, and we all know that failing a 10-point pop quiz from chiahara-sensei happens to the best of us. and if you're wondering, i am the best of the best.
then, after we both finished our annoyingly long 1.5 hour lectures, (well she claimed hers was in fact a 40-point pop quiz/test but it def wasn't) she refused to cook together. she said something like, "rin, you burned yourself last time, remember? go sit down," but that, too, is bs. yes, i spilled hot water on my sweats last time i tried to make pasta, but it was on my knee, so it wasn't like it was a big deal anyways. i don't know why she kept making excuses.
then, after we finished eating the meal she cooked without me, she had the audacity to get on a zoom call when i didn't have one. and after that terrible offense, she refused to sit on my lap for it AGAIN. she said that inuzuka-sensei was always more strict about what we wore in zooms, and i wouldn't get away with no shirt on like soma-sensei let me. when i told her that her body would block mine, she said that my chest and shoulders would still be perfectly visible. then, she guilted me by saying that she didn't want other girls to see my "perfectly toned abs," as she called them. AND THEN she had the impudence to TEASE ME and LIE TO ME by telling me my cheeks and ears were getting red! couldn't believe her.
then, after all our classes were over, she refused to cuddle with me because APPARENTLY her friend's sister a block down rolled and sprained her ankle, and that it was getting pretty bruised and swollen. she also added that her friend didn't have any advil or experience in injuries, and apparently she was asked to bring some advil, a compression bandage, and a couple ice packs. when i told her that her friend could just buy some and that she could get her own ice pack, she tried to get out of it by telling me that her friend's sister was only 5, was bawling her eyes out, refused to be left alone but also screamed louder when she was picked up, and that we also had a lot to spare because we have a ton of supplies in the closet because of my constant volleyball injuries. again, absolute bs. her friend could just go grab everything herself. what did it matter that the kid was crying? fuck kids! do you know how funny those youtube videos of kids getting hurt and crying are? people enjoy them for a reason. it's because kids are annoying as hell and it's fun to watch them get injured. im subscribed to like 10 of those kinds of channels. her friend is literally getting free entertainment and y/n obviously just wants to watch the free entertainment WITHOUT ME because she'd rather be with her stupid friend than me.
all in all, please help. i don't know why she's so distant today. is she mad? please give me tips!
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comments: @.y/n.l/n: HELP WHAT IS THIS @.y/n.l/n: for the record i got an a+ on that so it was worth it @.y/n.l/n: love u always rin <333 @.su.rin: reply to @.y/n./l/n- ik that u hate me its ok
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Thess vs Birthday Stuff
Okay, so, time to practice the answer to the "how old are you?" question:
47. ...Yes, really. (I may have got some increasingly disbelieving reactions from the lady who did my hair today.)
Anyway, pretty low-key birthday, given that the vast majority of gifting from the parentals was done and dusted (though in honour of where my present allotment went this year, I looked at my Critical Role cast autographs and it still makes me smile as much as it did on the day, so I have zero regrets). Mum didn't want to let the day go uncelebrated, though, so she made me an appointment at the hair salon she goes to - which she picked because a) the lady does a good job with her hair and b) travelling to find someplace that will cut my hair well at a price I can easily afford is hard for me, and her hairdresser is nearby. For someone who is as notoriously non-tactile as I am, I still surprisingly find the "having my hair washed" part of the whole process to be my favourite part of the whole thing. But now my hair is nice and short, just how I like it, and I no longer look like a Briard.
Anyway, while I was having my hair done, Mum went to the Japanese place in East Dulwich I like but can seldom afford and picked up sushi, which she brought back to eat in the comfort of my sitting room. She's found a way to balance "don't make me cook on my birthday" and "don't make me sit in a loud crowded restaurant on my birthday", which is nice, let me tell you. Though for my own part, I spent last night baking, because I wanted a birthday cake and I can't just buy one like a normal, gluten-tolerant person. Behold:
Chocolate cake with whipped chocolate mint ganache frosting. Also little sugar stars to make the thing look more festive. Mum almost finished her entire slice (she did entirely demolish the frosting, so I guess I come by the "GIVE ME THE FROSTING" thing I have going on honestly), which is always my benchmark for having done well. I also had a slice, obviously, but I sent a big chunk home with her so that my stepfather could have some. I'd love to have them both here at the same time, but apparently their dog, Digby, is ever so slightly co-dependent and they prefer one of them be home with him at all times.
Oh, speaking of dogs, a couple of bits of news about the whole "getting flats renovated" thing. (This will make sense in a minute, I swear.) So my stepfather has been working his ass off on the other flat - the original flat I was living in, the one that's going to be an investment flat of sorts when all the work is done on both that one and this one. The plan is to finish the work on that one, move me back into that one until this one is fixed up - which it needs desperately; pulling up this fucking carpet for a start, and dear gods a shower pump - and then have me finally settle into this one when it's not full of horrible peach carpet and carpeting in the fucking bathroom (WHO DOES THAT?!?). There will be a pause on the "him working his ass off" thing because he pushed too hard and has managed to do himself an injury so bad he couldn't manage the stairs in his own home for a week. But he's insisting on doing all of this himself, for some insane reason.
Point is that in the week of mad working, he discovered that the neighbours in the flat next to the one he's working in have a dog. Why is this a big deal? Because the management company that manages the building has a "no pets" policy. Now, we've been pretty sure that at least one person in the building has a cat, but it's harder to prove cats than it is to prove dogs, who require regular trips outside. Anyway, we've been keeping to the "no pets" policy, but my mother in particular has hated doing it because she firmly believes that I would do better with some small living furry companionship around the house. I'm not saying she's wrong, mind you.
Anyway, the point is, she tells me this while we're finishing up our sushi, then tells me that once all the stuff with the flats is finally sorted, they will get me the small furry pets of my choosing. Because apparently, or so said my mother's tone of voice, "They get to have a fucking dog, and my daughter can't have a pet at all? Fuck that and fuck them!"
(I come by my stubborn-and-petty honestly, too.)
She's also very much come around to the idea of me having pet rats, at least partly because I refuse to have a pet cat, however much I might want one. In winter, I have to keep the doors to the various rooms closed to keep the heat in (and the heating bill down), and it's not fair to cram a cat into too small a space. Besides, this place isn't designed to have a decent space for a litter box, and rats are somewhat less likely to eat my plants and get sick. So anyway, point is that I have so many more reasons to really hope the renovations and stuff get done soon. I just wish my stepfather would hire a fucking contractor, for his own sake. He's going to hurt himself badly doing that shit.
Anyway, a happy birthday to me, all told. Not that I did much - had my hair done, got fed sushi, had a rather glorious nap - but honestly, that's probably enough for me at this point. And a whole week off stretches out before me. A week of sleeping in, video games, maybe making myself some more potato soup... Oh, and banana bread. I have a plan that involves adding chocolate chips and peanut butter chips to the next batch of banana bread. I've just got really into banana bread lately. It's easy, it's filling, and maybe I just need the potassium, I dunno.
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Andy Barclay x Witch Reader dating headcanons
Warnings: No proofreading and very little edition (written on mobile)
Notes: Originally, this was going to be a silly, funny cute oneshot inspired on sitcoms ( Mostly " Bewitched" with a bit of " Alf")
In the campy style of Chucky, i wanted to do something funny involving Andy. Since in canon he is constantly suffering, my idea was to bring some of the funny side of the franchise to him.
I realized i don't have time to write it like a longer thing, but want to work on the idea, so i'm doing it as a headcanons list.
Tags: @losersclubisms
- Your first date was his first success in online dating. No matter how weird and off putting he would accidentally appear to be, you weren't getting scared.
- That alone was a factor Andy should have considered more cautiously, but after so many failures he was just happy that you weren't running away.
- He already had the Chucky head arround that time, and he loved to tease him about how dumb he found you. Not only for staying through entire dates with Andy, but overall.
- Through your pictures, bits of conversation he would hear or whatever his captor would tell about you, Chucky got that impression. You were a nice person, in his mindset, really dumb.
- " She's cute..." He would randomly comment at his enemy. "... I give her five minutes."
" ... Before i creep her away in our next date?" Andy would replicate. " That's not going to happen, i think she likes me for real. "
" Five minutes before finishing her off and that only if i'm feeling generous. She feels to me like the kind of dumb bitch that goes like ' oww, cute doll!', then picks me up and makes it really easy for me to stab the heart."
" I don't think you can do that anymore... Can you?" The man would tease back. " C'mon, Chucky! Go pick the knife, go for it!... Ríght, you almost forgot you don't have a body and can't ruin this for me."
The doll would avoid any incriminating commentary on that topic, but would still find a way to drive him mad.
" I can make gagging noises loud enough for her to think you have a torture chamber and run the hell away from here before you get to fuck her. "
- The first stages of your relationship were all about you both falling in love while mutually hidding a fundamental personal secret to each other. While you were trying to pass as the most normal ordinary mortal, Andy was keeping the doll head hidden from you.
- The thing is that because you are lying at the same time and panicking strong about being discovered, your lies reach semi believable combinations like some chaotic puzzle.
- Everything goes great precisely because neither of you want to scare the other away and apply pretty much the same strategies to hide your secrets.
- For example, someday you would be staying at the cabin and after discovering with horror that Andy never cooks for himself you promise to prepare an elaborated meal.
- He wants to get romantic, tries to sneak in the kitchen so he can help you out and steal some kisses on the process, but you stop him before he would see you were speeding things up with magic.
- " Wait... did you hear that?" You would comment as a distraction while covering your own tracks, unaware of how alarming that was for the sake of his own lies. " That weird noise over there "
Panicking over the remote posibility of you discovering Chucky, Andy would pass to focus in his clumsy mix of justifications.
" Noise? What noise? Don't worry, babe. I'm sure it must be a wild animal. I'm going to check it out for you."
- That's how this very paranoid man with a deep hatred for magic gets to be absolutely unaware of being dating (and falling for) a witch while she knows nothing about his strange magical pet.
- By the moment in which he starts to tell you little bits of truth about Chucky, mostly about what happened when he was a kid, you are terrified about confessing yourself.
- You are madly in love and don't want to loose him, fearing he would leave you out of thinking you want to manipulate him for evil just like that man did inside his favorite doll.
- So you vow out of love to stop using magic in order to keep your relationship safe, attempting to live a normal life. Since you don't want to be hidding from him all the time, the best solution you initially find is to stop.
- What doesn't go quite well because there is always something. Either because you wanna help out or you want someone new to like you, people would get exposed to magic behind their backs.
- When you meet Karen, being super nervous about that important meeting, you wanted to make her an introduction gift but nothing on sight during the shopping trip was convincing to you. Instead of some normal thing, you gave her a plant you grew by yourself.
- It felt appropiate to you because it was a meaningfull gesture, but the plant would grow with the speed and strength you gave it. Beautifully, but abnormally, leaving your boyfriend's mother wondering why was yours so different from other normal plants she has.
- In the same spirit, you would add lots of mini magical details into your boyfriend's life without him noticing.
- He commented you about a headache he had and after a few minutes of telling you, it is gone. Whenever you comfort him after a nightmare he ends up sleeping like a baby.
- His life seems suddenly ríght and he has no idea of why, guesses only that is because of having you on it but thinks about that in the romantical way.
- It comes from your love, but the magic you do is what helps him get those extraordinary results.
- You love Kyle, but she is your biggest fear. Andy does not find that concerning because he thinks you find her scary for being too normal when in fact it is the other way arround.
- You know she is the most fitting candidate to end up exposing you and covering up in front of her requires great extra effort.
- Although you act a bit clumsy arround her, she loves to see how happy her brother is with you and that plays some suspension of disbelief in your favor.
- Just when Andy starts to relax, distracted by that happiness he experiences with you, he finds out about Nica and the Chucky clones. His rushed trip to the mental hospital happens and he is back in the game.
- At first, he considers leaving you for what he believes would be your own safety, but he can't get himself to do it.
- He loves you so much and wants for once to believe that peraphs once the last Chucky would stop breathing, he would be free to be with you.
-Despite he kept you out of it to all costs, you notice his unusual dissapearances and worry a lot for him.
-What caused you to accidentally reveal yourself in the most shocking context possible: ríght after finding him as a hostage of Chucky.
- Contributing to his escape forces you to do magic in front of him. it's not like you can keep him knocked out Merlin style for a while to defeat the bad guy.
- In the meantime, Andy has went through the whole spectrum of emotions. Freaking out because he can't understand how you got there and is afraid the psycho doll will kill you. Confussion when you seem more preoccupied for him than anything and a blatant shock when you untie him without touching him.
- Just once he kills his enemy and you both are safe he gets to feel relief, but he finds himself then full of questions that you answer while begging forgiveness.
- " I'm so sorry! I know i should have told you before, but this awfull man who ruins your life made it so hard." You apologised to him inmediately. " You have all the ríght to hate magic, but it's part of who I am and i didn't want to loose you."
"... You travelled all the way here just because you got scared after i didn't came back on time... and somehow you found me through a spell? " He summarized part of your previous explantions. " How can i stay mad at you? You got into the hideout of a serial killer just because i was late for dinner."
-He is the man you want to marry, but you can't help fearing for what could happen once he would meet your mother, who doesn't shy away from her hate whenever you talk about him.
-Part of you wonders if she would be capable of an alliance with Chucky just to get rid of him.
-Still, you remain more hopefull than before once your boyfriend becomes aware of who you are.
-Your love is stronger than ever, you feel no one can separate you despite they could try.
#andy barclay#alex vincent#andy barclay x reader#alex vincent x reader#chucky#syfy chucky#child's play
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i feel like im going fucking insane. my mother mildly enjoys going to this diner in town, which would be fine, except,
the one time we went there together, because we had heard the food was decent and wanted a new place to possibly add to our repertoire of preferred diners, it was right there. the one television i didn't have to break my neck to look at. playing newsmax. and it wasn't just the sheer fact that it was newsmax, it was specifically a segment about how queer people are predophile groomers.
to say i was "uncomfortable" was an understatement. i felt genuinely fucking unsafe. i regularly wear pins and shirts with pride flags on them. i felt unsafe because i was actually unsafe. i cried in the parking lot on the way out. but my mom didn't care. "next time." she said. why next time? "we'll ask them if they can change the channel or turn it off next time." no. no next time. i'm not going back there. i refuse to go back to where someone willingly slurps down garbage propaganda about how i'm a dangerous predator or a confused loony who should be locked up for their own safety.
i didn't say that, though. i didn't have the words at the time. i said "they think i shouldn't exist." i can be a very articulate person when i want to be, but i couldn't be right then. i was so distraught.
we've never gone back there together.
but my mom still goes there for lunch sometimes. and today she went there by herself for dinner while i made my own dinner at home, like i usually do wednesday-thursday. she didn't feel like cooking and they made a specific dish the way she likes, she said. you can't get it like that anywhere else around here anymore, she said.
so she comes back and tells me yeah they were playing newsmax again. and that she knew i didn't like it but there was nothing she could really do about it. she just liked the food.
we started arguing.
how could she go there knowing that the owner specifically puts it on? (she told me that he puts it on.) that she was giving her money to someone who believed those things? "i'm too old for ultimatums" she said. (no she's not. she gives me stupid fucking ultimatums all the time.) there's plenty of diners around here, we're in fucking new jersey, the diner capital of the country. "you can't get that food the way i like it around here anymore." you can make it the way you like it. "not tasting like that i can't."
i wish you would just fucking learn instead of giving that guy money. (i didnt say that.)
"if you're so pressed about this one guy playing newsmax, why don't we also just stop going to all the places that play fox?" that's different. "no it's not." yes it fucking is.
i couldn't say this at the time because i was just getting more upset and inarticulate but my reasoning is as follows: we live in a heavily republican area. yes, a lot of places play fox, but they tend to just be local, fox affiliate stations and not the dumbass talking heads of the company that break national news by saying something stupid and bigoted. and most of the restaurateurs around here at least have the good sense to try and appear neutral by also playing abc, nbc, cnn, and so on along with fox. and, because of, if we stopped going to anywhere that played fox, we'd have to never go to a local restaurant ever again.
but i have to draw the line somewhere. and i draw it at fucking newsmax blaring hate about me and my community to my face.
i know i said i didn't say most of these words in this order to her. because i couldn't. because i was so fucking upset. but i can't now. i can't bring up past arguments about anything without her blowing me off and getting mad that i'm still on this shit. so here i am. writing it on fucking tumblr. and i'm going to be reading it to my therapist tomorrow, too, because holy shit did it put me in a downward spiral.
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a while ago i was high and told my gf that i think we'll eventually break up and that i think we aren't really that great together even though we have a lot in common and get along, and she was upset over this (fair) and months later told me that she was so so so hurt by it but. i still believe that. in fact i think the day is getting kinda close. she doesn't give a fuck about anything. it's like pulling teeth to get her to clean up after herself and i feel like her parent a lot of the time. i love her but she puts in no effort into.... like anything. we don't go on dates unless it's my idea. i have to remind her that my birthday is coming or she won't remember to get me something then mopes around because she feels mad she didn't do it. she doesn't do the dishes unless i ask and i often have to ask more than twice. she doesn't do her laundry. every time she has her days off she just spends 2 days staying home smoking weed and playing video games and i get you have to unwind but she also gets off work between like noon and 2pm so she does that all afternoon and evening anyway!! she puts like the absolute bare minimum into making dinner. tonight she made plain white rice and sausages that she cooked in the oven (on a fucking pan with holes in the bottom so oil leaked and it was so smoky when i came in from work but she literally hadn't even noticed lmfao) and no sides or veggies. just a sausage and some rice. yet she also complains about having to make dinner but i don't get home until 7pm!!! she complains about her job all the time and says she's applying to places but i Know she absolutely is not. even if she does she's not following up on it. it's just hard bc i'm fucking struggling i'm doing my best and i'm so overwhelmed but she doesn't help me. i don't think she cares. there's some stuff she does for me that i really do appreciate and she loves me a lot and like. she'll do some of my hated chores like bringing the garbage out to the dumpster but only if i specifically asked her to do it. to be really honest i think that we would be broken up by now if i could afford rent on my own but i can't. she has no motivation to improve anything in her life. nothing would ever change if i didn't change it. anyway. probably will delete this because i'll feel bad but i think the inevitable is coming. we were going to get married one day but i don't think i want to marry her
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It hurts like nothing else. Especially in the moment. But they hadn't been expecting another hard blow months and months later.
CW; major character death, mutilation, torture, pregnancy, birth + related difficulties, mourning, grief, etc.
"I can't believe you did this to me again." Paresse groaned as he rubbed at his temples. The migraines were the worst part of the beginnings. Rage gave a heartfelt and apologetic expression, leaning over to kiss his arm. Paresse had taken another pregnancy test a few days ago, and it was positive. Today had been the second test, and it said the same.
Paresse just rolled his eyes, sitting next to his wife, "Yeah, I know, I know." He leaned back, "But it's not like we can't take care of it, and this fucker–" He jabs a nail against Rage's leg, "--has been wanting another anyways."
Fussa chuckled from her place on the couch as she watched, "You decided to keep it." Her smile made the creases in her face deepen.
Rage laughed and sat in his lap, running his hands over Paresse's still-flat belly, "I'm kind of surprised, we've been using protection."
"Eh, a condom probably broke just a little and we didn't catch it." Paresse just shrugged, "I'm having Dunstan shut off my cycle after this one, though." It was an empty threat, really. He'd threatened the same thing after Jupiter, too.
Fussa made a small noise and looked Paresse over, but didn't say anything. Not right now, anyways. She and Paresse had fucked a month or more ago and didn't use protection. She was old now, though. So it probably didn't mean anything, but it still hung in the back of her mind. She didn't want to interrupt the two as they discussed how to break the news to the others, to Jupiter, though she did give a few suggestions of her own. She'd talk to him about it later.
Later being after she took a trip to a little butcher shop that she loved on the edge of their territory.
She should have taken Rage with her. She'd slipped out on her own, wanting time with her thoughts. Mulling over and rehearsing ways to bring it up to Paresse that his second child might be hers. She picked out a few cuts and talked about anything but work with the butcher. He asked where her bodyguard was and she waved it off. She had something to tell her husband after his, so she was in a hurry. She'd figured out a way to tell him after she got back.
She had hyped herself up and was ready to go as she left and headed down her usual short cut, now thinking about what she'd ask Paresse to cook for her.
She wakes up for only a few minutes, but it's been hours since she was knocked out. Everything hurts. Everything. She can barely see, something is so fucking bright in front of her.
She took a steel bat to the back of her skull.
People are talking. She flinches and tries to focus. What the hell is going on…? It takes almost all of her time awake to wrap her head around what's happening. She's far from as sharp and as healthy as she used to be.
The bright thing is a hologram, and it's hard to focus on. The other Incidents are displayed on it. Mizho, Paresse, Rage, Vice. It's a live feed. And she can only imagine she's being cast back to them. A hostage situation. She'll be rescued. They'll pay the ransom for her.
… Rage is screaming something at them.
Something cold is on the side of her head. A gun.
"We will give you anything!! She hasn't done anything to your crew, we have!! She's retired, leave her out of this!!"
The horror in Rage's voice puts a rock in her gut. Paresse's next words seal the deal.
"I'm the one you're mad at, I'll take her place–"
This isn't a hostage situation.
Paresse is pregnant. He wouldn't say that lightly. He's trying to negotiate a way to get closer to them. To kill them… before they can kill her. Realization makes her head shoot up, eyes locked on Paresse and seeing the sheer panic and despair on her husband's usually stoic face.
This is an execution.
She tries to say his name. It's a hoarse strain against her gag instead. He looks at her anyways. She can't stop the tears that start falling. Her captor says something.
Her eyes flick down to his stomach and her chest heaves in a sob. What if she was right? What if it's hers? What if–
She hears a click.
It only hurt for a moment.
—
Rage's scream rips through the office. Fussa's office. Paresse can't even croak, watching his wife's body just… crumple in the chair. The hologram cuts out. Paresse stumbles back and holds his head in his hands. Mizho can't speak, either, but she's shaking. Vice has grabbed Rage.
"... it was faked… it has to be, they're not stupid… they wouldn't…" Her eye turns to look at Rage. He's practically clawing at his chest, only Vice able to keep him from it, forcing Rage into an embrace to keep him from tearing himself apart. No, it was real. She knew that frantic sobbing. It was the same way Vice had sobbed when he first came back after Kia's death.
That's it… she's all that's left. Kia and now Fussa… she knew it was only a matter of time but…
"Mizho…?" A voice that crackled, a broken voicebox. She looked at Paresse, who was reaching for her. Her shoulders slumped and she reached back, letting him pull her into a hug. No, she couldn't do that to him. Not on purpose. He was the only one left with a master, now.
She'd always, always planned to be the first one to go in a great blaze of fury, to burn her match down from both ends and end it with a great, disastrous flash in one final hoorah. … she supposed she could make this her last. Drag these bastards into the deepest pit of hell with her, kicking and screaming.
"We need to get her body." Paresse muttered into her ear. Rage was in hysterics, so he was being quiet, "We can't let them fuck with her body we have to find them. Now."
Fury blossomed on Mizho's face, her face creasing in a twisted way. He was right.
"Vice and I will. You stay with Rage."
Paresse doesn't answer for a long moment, then, "On one condition; you're not allowed to die."
"I won't. I'll have the twins. I'll have Vice."
Paresse pulls away and grabs her shoulders, looking her dead in the eye, "Listen to me. You're not. Allowed. To die. Do you understand?"
She knows what he's thinking. He knows she'd never planned to live this long anyways. Normally, she'd reprimand him for making an order to his queen… but she meets his gaze evenly, "I'm not going to die. After all, I still have one more kid to train, yeah?"
Surprise and then a broken smile. Paresse nods, "Damn right you do." He lets his hands fall off of her and turns away. He gently kneels next to Rage, who's finally screamed himself out. Rage latches onto him instantly, and Vice's eyes meet Mizho's.
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She nods. It's been five years since Kia's death. There had been no vengeance then. No cathartic explosion of revenge killing for either of them. Maybe it was cruel to Fussa that they were thinking of Kia, too, but they had five years of grief festering under their skin, and this new wound was making the puss ooze and boil.
It took only an hour to locate where the broadcast had been sent from. Less than that to get there.
Fresh, ungodly sick rain slicked the streets. Trash floated along the sides of the street and disappeared into the sewers. The baying of hounds on the hunt echoed off cars and windows. Oil floated in the water and made it shimmer and ripple. Brick and concrete turned dark in the wet.
The baying stopped. Gunfire and shouting rang out like a bomb, and ended just as quickly. Something darker and thicker than rain and oil was spilled in droves. A small gang would cease to exist. Bodies are dragged through the muck. Some unconscious, most dead.
One body is carried, draped in a tarp to protect it from the rain.
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Three men wake later, suspended in the air with their arms stretched out behind them, almost far enough to dislocate them, straining tendons at the very end of their limits. Arranged in a semicircle in a plain, windowless, ventless room, featureless room, they can all see each other… and start to scream at one another. Each accusing the others of getting them in this situation. All sorts of things are being slung, back and forth. Echoing off the empty walls and bouncing around.
They don't see the two tone eyes of their captor, standing in plain sight. They're all so focused on each other, selfishly screaming. And he lets them go at it. He listens to their voices start to strain, to crack. Finally, one spots him and goes dead still, causing the others to pause and look, too, at the looming man in the corner.
He is stood at attention, eyes focusing on the men with a hardness that can only be drilled into a person by years of training. He isn't wearing a shirt, nor is he covered in wrappings. His pants are black, plain. Keeping attention on his upper body. The exposed flesh is decorated with ink upon ink.
With a quiet precision, he moves from his place, standing in front of the men. Once again at attention, "Do you know who I am?"
Serpents and bulls and fish and turtles and owls and dogs. Guns and skulls and lyrics.
All flickered and shimmered in the light of a room that had gone deathly quiet.
The silence is louder than their argument had been.
"I asked a question."
His eyes flick between each of the three. One finally explodes, the one on his right.
"Yeah, I fucking do! You're the fucking dick who killed my sister! Blood for blood, asshole!"
The man slowly turns his head to look at him. And stays silent. He doesn't flinch when he's spat at. He looks to the next man, "What about you? Do you know?"
"...you're the guy who offered his life in place of the guy we killed…?" He weakly offered a guess, shrinking away from that gaze. The gaze that then turned to the third.
"And you?"
The man can't speak, and just shakes his head, looking anywhere but at their captor.
"Then let me introduce myself." The words fall out of his mouth like blood drips from a corpse's wounds. Slow and coagulated. No heartbeat behind the cold drip. Just the inevitably of gravity dragging it down, "I am former lieutenant Fussa Paresseux, Karakuridouji of Sloth. My former master, Michel Dubois, and I still hold the highest success rate of any seek and destroy unit that has ever existed in the Japanese military. My current master is Mizho, one of the two queenpins of the West Tokyo Incidents. She and I have killed hundreds more, for far less."
Dread enters even the one on the right's face. They all know his name, save for the addition of the surname. The man lifts up his right hand and runs his thumb over a silver band on his ring finger, his eyes never falling from them.
Silence. None of them will meet his gaze now, contemplating their fates.
"And you killed my wife."
One of them has the sense to shake their head, answering him.
"Do you know who she was?"
"Fussa Fusataro was a topside music producer and former rockstar. She was famous because she had clawed her way out from the underground as a trans woman and made a name for herself. She was loved and admired up there. Her music was featured across Japan and across the seas."
Another pause.
A pause, dragging out as one of the men begins to sniffle in fear, "She was the greatest informant the West Tokyo Incidents had. She escaped the most brutal justice system Japan has to offer while she was guilty as fucking sin. She was smart as a whip and clever as a fox."
One of them chokes as emotion finally graces his voice. A deep, crackling snarl full of both rage and grief. Paresse doesn't budge for a long time. And when he does speak, the snarl is gone. The flat tone becomes almost sympathetic. Almost. More mocking, really.
"You shot her in cold blood in front of her own douji, her friends, and her pregnant husband."
"You were just poor lowly thugs in the wrong place at the wrong time. You didn't know who I was. You didn't know I was married to the old woman you kidnapped. You didn't know who she was. You just knew she was associated with me. You just wanted to hurt me. You saw me panic when you started that holocall, and you decided you wanted to hurt me more. Congratulations." His tone is dead. Flat. "You achieved your goal. You have hurt me more than the gunman who shot Michel."
He slowly blinks, but none of the men see.
"But you didn't look to see how deep the water was. All you had to do was find out who she was and do a little more research. Ask around a little. People would have told you not to mess with her. But you just saw an opportunity and took it, didn't you?"
Silence.
"I have a funeral to attend, but I won't leave you alone for long. There's a couple people who'd like to introduce themselves as well while I'm gone." He puts the phone back in his pocket, "I'd highly suggest treating them with respect." He steps back and away, then walks to a door they can't see and exits.
"Answer me!" He suddenly snaps. They all rapidly nod, tears falling from some of their faces. Paresse just hums, then he straightens his back, having slipped into a slight slouch. He rolls his shoulders and glances at a phone, at the time.
Leaving them alone. Suspended in the air with their arms stretched out behind them. Almost far enough to dislocate them. Straining tendons at the very end of their limits. Arranged in a semicircle. In a plain, windowless, ventless room, featureless room.
—
Paresse exits the room and picks up his shirt, sliding it over himself. He straightens it and makes his way across the hall, to a room where the rest of the remaining Incidents are, and the ones who will be.
Mizho, Vice, Rage. Jupiter and Chihiro.
Jupiter and Chihiro don't exist in any record. They can't attend the funeral being put on for the public, no matter how Jupiter protested being left behind for his mother's funeral. All the Incidents have false identities already relating them to Fussa and Rage has no need for one, so they can all go. But he'd made a compromise with the two young ones.
Paresse's eyes fall on them. He holds up one finger, "You have one rule, you two. Do not kill them. The longer they live, the more they suffer. Understood?"
"Understood."
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Paresse is silent through the whole thing. He watches others come and go. It takes a long time for him to be able to go up to the casket. He knows she's wearing the rings, and that her hands are positioned just so to hide them. Rage sits with him, all of the rest have gone up and paid their respects already.
Some people come up and ask their relation, they just parrot off their false identities. Paresse doesn't talk, but Rage vouches for him and that's enough to keep people off of him. It doesn't help that his stomach has been warring against him all day. Stress on top of the pregnancy was doing him zero favors.
The place is almost empty when he finally stands up and walks over to her. He's the very last one before the casket is closed. He leans against it. The mortuary people had done a good job hiding the bruises and setting her broken jaw. The other wounds hidden under her suit. Her hands folded over her chest. It doesn't feel real. She doesn't look real. He hated funerals just for that.
Rage waits by the door, arms behind his back. He watches Paresse reach in, and knows he's changing which hand is on top, exposing the rings. He makes a little face and sighs. He really should have left it be. It was already dangerous leaving the rings on her at all. If anyone saw the connection, matched their rings together… it could be the connection someone needs to know exactly who they are. But he knows Paresse isn't thinking about that. Probably isn't thinking about much at all.
Paresse flinches at the bright light as they exit the funeral home. As heat rolls over him and makes his stomach churn. He wavers in place, a hand going over his mouth.
But Paresse also closes the casket and steps away. The staff at this place are all paid off, he doesn't imagine they'll do anything now that it's closed. Rage decides not to say anything.
"Babe? You okay?"
"Too damn hot… I'm gonna be fucking sick again."
Rage leads him to a spot in the shade and he sits, arms around his stomach. Fortunately, it passes without him retching, but he decides against attending the burial. Rage feels obligated to, but Vice nor Mizho stay either.
Paresse rides in the back, a hand rubbing small circles into the muscles of his abdomen.
He goes to his room… but immediately turns and leaves.
It still smells like smoke.
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For the next four months, all three men are kept alive. Force fed and half drowned to keep them hydrated. They're used to teach Jupiter and Chihiro about torture, kept alive at the very ends of their wits. Taught when to know someone is about to pass out or drown or just straight up die. Paresse teaches them how to dislocate joints and reset them.
One dies at the four month mark, Chihiro cutting too deep. Vice uses his body to teach the kids how to butcher and Paresse teaches them how to cook human flesh.
Paresse is definitely showing now, a noticeable bulge in his gut. It's been rough, but he attributes that to the grief and stress. Phantom pains and cramps abound. The nausea never really leaves like it did for Jupiter after the first few months. But he doesn't take check-ups with Dunstan or Pardonner. It's a douji/douji child, after all. Little risk compared to Kia's pregnancy, right? Jupiter had gone off without a hitch, so Paresse was confident he knew what he was doing now. He's just stressed.
Things have calmed by that four month mark. Fussa's job had long since fallen to another topside informant by the name of Akira after she'd officially retired, but he isn't permitted to use Fussa's old office for work. The office is still used for their meetings, but Fussa's desk is untouched unless it needs dusting. The smell of her favorite smoke sits in the wood like a ghost.
Another month passes and Jupiter suddenly snaps at one of the men remaining. He becomes a bloodstain. Jupiter's noh was rarely used. But the man had said something regarding his unborn sibling and metal turned his body into mush. Rage chastised him, but the tone of his voice makes it obvious that if Jupiter hadn't done it, Rage would have.
The third and final was Paresse's kill a few days later, and it was quick. They were tired of their playthings and the last man was given an undignified death, as pitiful as he was. Shot between the eyes like a lame horse.
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Something goes very wrong in Paresse's last month.
It's the dead of night, the chill of winter keeping him bundled up tight. Rage is topside, working, so he's also alone. Curled up in the corner of the bed where it met the corner of the room. A warm cup in one hand and a pencil in the other, casually sketching. Headphones in his ears playing some of Rage's music. It's a peaceful night. He's not thinking about much of anything.
And then he shifts his weight and pain rips through him.
He screams. Mizho hears him, feels the echo of pain. She's already dialing Kiyose's number. It's some kind of blessing that Vice and the kids have already fallen asleep and don't wake from his scream.
There's so much blood. Why is there so much blood? Why is it red?? Douji don't bleed red!! It's a nightmare, it has to be, it has to be…!! It hurts so goddamn much!!
The moment Pardonner finally arrives, he sees and immediately gets to work. Kiyose tells Mizho to call Rage, sends her out of the room. Paresse is inconsolable and Pardonner has to knock him out, his noh sending the man right into a deep sleep.
"What is happening??" The older woman snaps, turning rapidly to face her once the door clicks shut. Kiyose keeps a straight face with a gentle, patient smile.
He knows what's happening. He only hopes it won't be stillborn. That he arrived in time. He focuses on his work, cutting Paresse open with careful movements. Once she's satisfied that he won't need her for a while, Kiyose steps out of the room to a pacing Mizho.
"Paresse has been pregnant with a human/douji hybrid, not a pure douji child. He's lucky they made it this far. They'll have a fighting chance this late, but it's possible that they won't make it…" Kiyose trails off.
Mizho is taken aback. The information processing a little at a time. "It's not Rage's kid."
The moment she says it, said man almost broke the door downstairs, storming in. Kiyose feels Pardonner call for her and she gives a little bow before going back in to assist her husband.
Mizho stares at the door as she hears Rage practically fly up the stairs. She spins around and slams a hand into his chest to stop him from running past her into the room. And stop he does, dead in his tracks. He knows far better than to disobey. But his eyes are frantic, darting between her and the door, pupils dilated from the suffocating smell of blood.
"Rage…" She starts, "Was Paresse only sleeping with you and Fussa before she died?"
"What– yeah, of course. I mean Vice sometimes with me and Ress but…" He sputters, "Why?"
—
Paresse comes back to and the world is spinning. He hears crying. His whole body aches, but especially head and his stomach. His stomach– his baby, where is his baby…?? He tries to sit up but a hand stops him as adrenaline returns to his system. A very bloody body is pressed against his chest.
"...it's a girl." Pardonner says, sitting back and watching, "She's premature, but she's healthy. You should have come to see us, we could have caught this and told you sooner."
Instinctively, he knows without seeing and wraps his arms around the newborn, eyes closing as he holds them. Panic bleeds out of his system and is replaced by joy, even as they scream. They're alive. His baby is alive.
Caught what…? Paresse opens his eyes, looking down at his baby… and froze. She has a headful of dark, black hair.
"She's a hybrid. She needed to have special care in the womb, like Chihiro."
Her crying slowly turns into little whimpers. Paresse runs a hand over her little cheek. He slowly curls around her, tears beginning to fall. She looks up at him… with rich brown eyes. A sob runs through his body and it hurts. His stitches protest as he holds the little one close and tries to keep from sobbing too hard. Kiyose smiles softly.
"I'm going to let Rage in. Is that okay, Paresse?"
He nods weakly.
Pardonner stays off to one side, on standby, as Rage comes in. Kiyose joins him once the door is closed again.
Rage quietly sits next to Paresse on the bed, gently rubbing his shoulder. The little girl looks up at him… and little tears start falling from him, too.
"She's Fusataro's…" Paresse manages, looking at Rage through his own tears. Rage smiles softly and nods.
"We're going to need a different name."
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I'm feeling shitty and I'm in an awful mood today.
Feeling very overwhelmed because Seasonal Depression, but also my candles didn't sell at this last show I did and I'm out like 200 bucks because I'm in the show this week too and I have a bunch of candles to make by tomorrow night so I can try and stock different things to see if that sells.
But Mother, of course, gets mad when she comes home. For stupid shit too. She asked me to look up replacements for mayo in recipes, and there's literally nothing that my husband will eat, it said like yogurt or sour cream. He doesn't like any of those. So of course she doesn't believe me and says "something Logan will like" in a tone that made it sound as if I didn't think of that and that I'm stupid. (She speaks to me like that all the time though and sometimes I just can't ignore it.) Like, oh gee, you think? Of fucking course I know that.
So I bring in the groceries from her car and start putting them away and she's like "what did you just put outside" and I was like "the drink things" that she literally watched me walk out with. And then she's like "well I work all day and can't remember or notice every little thing" but any time anyone else forgets anything we need to "go see a doctor." That was also a jab at how she thinks she's the only one that does any work ever because my father and I work from home.
Then she proceeds to go off like "no one ever does anything for me, but I have to do everything for everyone" and when I said we do a ton for her, she went off on a tirade about how I never cook dinner (I make dinner 99% of the time, she happens to be cooking today because she said she would), I never do her laundry for her (because I'm supposed to think of her and do stuff for her before anything else I guess), how we all do whatever we want while she "never" gets to do stuff for herself. She has no self awareness and projects so hard on everyone else that she's delusional. She has this mindset of like "if people aren't working from the moment they wake up until midnight every day, those people are not doing anything ever and are lazy and selfish." She's literally said shit to that extent numerous times. I am so fucking fed up with it. and then before I went back downstairs to finish making candles I need done for tomorrow (I have like a shit ton to do because I had to do too much other crap yesterday and today), she says "just because you're in a bad mood, you have to put everyone else in one too" like she doesn't ever do that and I told her she does that too and she got angry and I was like "oh I forgot, you're perfect" and she yelled "You know what, I AM perfect"
So there's my mother, everyone. A classic, every day situation where everyone has to be happy and wait on her hand and foot or she gets angry and whines like a fucking toddler. Her tantrums are exhausting. And then she says I need help with my stress and anxiety and it's like...I know exactly what will help me with that, but the woman won't move out.
I used to think it was me, but since I started taking meds that actually help me, I've learned that she's just irrational. I'm convinced she wants to be miserable and complain all the time. She's always looking for something to yell about. Always blames others before being accountable for her own shit.
I've spent most of my life catering to this woman, trying to make her proud of me, but I realize now that I've spent way too long doing things for an ungrateful person who sees the one wrong thing someone did out of 100 good things and focuses on that, completely disregarding all the good things.
If you have someone like that in your life, just get away if you can. Get far away.
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castle 7x6 time of our lives
the it's a wonderful life episode liveblog
holy crap I haven't watched a castle in like two weeks bc my days off from work are spent at school... at least i finished writing that fic. Now I just need to edit & post. I was actually hoping to watch an ep tonight but lil bro skipped his evening activity so my bros & I watched Monk instead of me watching Castle & finally catching up. Well since I only have an hour until bed (it's fucking 7pm) I'll spend some of that liveblogging off the transcript. Not doing schoolwork, not exercising, not watching castle for real, not showering, not doing chores, actually I cooked supper today & am doing laundry but otherwise I'm not doing what needs to be dne I'm doing what I fucking WANT to.
Mathias Gensler. Wow briefcase cuff, typical. (I can't believe I'm in s7, that's so late! That's the last quarter!) My man is so tired
Nooo renzo! I totally thought he was in on it {there is a reason} & he just fLAILeD when he died! It was great!
Lol smash cut chopping veg. Pi vibes.
haven't slept WELL, becks. He has slept, just crappy. Or is this the one abt nightmares?
Martha! I feel like sometimes fasting can make you woozy not clear headed...
Wait martha u can do it! & I realized this is the AU episode!
Yessss! They mention Will Sorenson! We don't get to see him but he is mentioned & inviting becks to the wedding!
She's kinda mad lol
{I actually saw this episode & thought that all the fanfictions about captain beckett were referencing this episode, until I got to s8.}
UwU I love it, KB: So we’re bad for each other, huh?
RC: The worst. [They kiss]
RC: It’s like It’s A Wonderful Life. Every time your phone rings a victim gets their wings.
Too accurate
Swiss
Wait who are the witnesses
Ryan nice tie
RC, in typical Castle way not the smart s1 castle way: So what was in the case? Nuclear launch codes? Deadly virus?
spoiler parenthesis {THE MANIFEST ONLY LISTS THE PICKUP}
NOOOOO RENZO MY BELOVED, kr: Uh … there’s no one to call. (he points to the other body) The driver, Renzo Conrad, owned the service. He was a one man band.
KB: Speaking of one man band, where’s your partner?
KR: *mouth opens comically*
RC: Yeah. (suggestively) And Lanie?
They're adults, not horny teens! Adults prioritize being on time!
XD romeo
(wow I'm only this far in during my watch watch & now I need to effing go)
(watch blog: wow it's my day off again & I need to go to school cook supper & go to a .. basically a band practice. a troupe meeting. life is awful we need a 4 hour work day & a four day work week as full time.)
That look ryan gives esposito XD
... Castle?
LP: Castle, what are you doing with my body?
KB: Just pretend that you don’t know him.
I love rocks & geology but even I'm not that good. Castle smart moments & early derrick storm <3 (mmm I love rocks. & coal. Reminds me of that city in canada where they have coal & dinosaurs)
She humours him! To the coal plant!
oh noooo I'm so excited for this ep but so scared I'll talk too much. I'm so excited I'm so afraid. I will have thoughts.
Marcus Lark(us)
I've seen sstaacks like that on my bike ride home from school; my marker for where to turn.
No wedding is a perfect day. & u should rly go visit him.
RC: You know I’d give anything to change what happened, right?
This ep: *takes it too far, sort of like that shrek movie where rumplestiltskin is retconned into a different character*
But also according to the later ret-con mess to figure it out, he kind of did have a choice, including the moment when he paid vinny the scar to crush the car. Castle did have a choice, & he made that choice.
Coal bucket. (she calls for backup castle)
Castle just fricking opens it?
Wait she asks him to...
lmao artifact?
KB: Why do you always have to touch everything?
RC: I thought you liked that about me!
(not clipping)
Flashbang
Heeheehee & now it's where the wonderful life part begins!!!
thing is gone
love the dirt on his face
wait why would the case be gone in this scene? well ig caskett was there to interrupt them & they were at the coal plant Right Now to take the briefcase, & thats why they were present to start shooting at em...
Good zoom there!
Insane insane insane
(I wish ryan was wearing less fancy suits, make him look a little more like how he did in s1, make him look the way he did pre-jenny, or make him look the way he did by the end of s3 but no later bc that's when monty died & becks probably became captain idk)
the lighting
"Cap'm"
But she WOULD recognize him from book jackets & stuff, & she HAS met him before, didn't they meet at a book signing?
*pokes esposito* (could clip for my gifs)
describing scene aaaHHHHH (the aah was written in my transcript blog but I was literally laughing & quietly screaming & doing the adhd stim with my hair right now bc of that scene & esposito's look & jahskdjfh)
esposito fricking grabs him XD
The musical bweyeng when ryan says "tell us the story" In bed with Beckett *high five* XD XD
(could clip putting his hand down ig)
(also esposito totally slept with beckett at some point, yes even like seven years ago or more)
this is a dream *me stimming*
*steals the file* "Hey!" (won't clip bu tLove that face)
JE: You had me worried there. For a second there I thought I didn’t exist.
Esposito threatens to restrain him yet ryan is the one to manhandle him back down
RC: It was adorable
KB:
FUN FACT DETECTIVE MCNULTY WAS THE NAME OF THE OTHER DETECTIVE IN THE PILOT, HE WAS THERE IN 1X1 BUT IN THE ORIGINAL PILOT THERE WAS NO RYAN & THERE WAS JUST MCNULTY.
Except u did meet at a book signing
Martha <3 I don't remember what I was thinking when I first watched this. But yeah martha <3. & ofc ryan is a fan. I love martha sm
(& esposito pushing castle)
She bailed him out a little while ago, s1e1.
Ryan & martha together <3 MAME!
Preggo lanie! (mad at esposito ig?) Sad esposito. I think when I first watched this I thought they were together.
Music sounds like meet the medic.
*ryan looks up & puts his hand over his mouth* *esposito facing his paper but watching lanie* also they are using beckett's desk I think.
Castle says it can't be good but I think it IS good. To these ppl your universe is horror. Imagine a world where lanie isn't happily married & pregnant, she's still on-&-off with that detective. or imagine a world where martha is not acting anymore.
The loft! Oh babey!
Mortgage!
The painting behind castle's desk is not stairs it is giant martha. (imagine a world where martha hasn't decorated the apartment to look nicer & instead it's rick's boring or rich person crap /neg)
Life savings mr rich man! Blondes & racehorses! Bad novel!
Alexis is hot af omg, she was hot before but dang. & moved to LA & she's saving the world & like... wow.
(Imagine a world where Alexis isn't off saving the world she's some post-secondary student who doesn't know what she wants to do with life & still has her boring hair & lives with her daddy /neg)
(but also wow she moved to LA in like s3)
RC: Whatever all of this is? A coma, a dream, some weird hallucination, or even just an undigested bit of pizza? (XD) I’m ending it.
Ha now we have ryan beckett AND castle all stuck into ice water. We just need esposito to join the party.
btw alexis has a hint of purple in her hair she is soooooo pretty
I kind of wish we could see what was going on with the detectives in our universe. I read a fic once where ryan & esposito went to tell martha her son was dead & then castle came out like "holy heck you guys I went to an au where I was friends with you two & alexis was still living at home as an adult & my mom wasn't a broadway star & lanie wasn't in a happy relationship starting a family"
Chelsea XD (brunette? can't tell)
beckett o no.
Lol blue pills in my purse
young young woman
world wide web. Oh wow the thingamajig medallion.
love the wallpaper btw
SWISS
wow yay incan fucking give it back to the native owners then.
(Imagine a world where martha isn't boundlessly talented going out & doing broadway)
AC: Somehow?
Implying smth happened
This is why I live with mom? So which of her parents is crazier? Crazy meredith or rick?
(imagine a world where alexis lives with crazy dad)
SEE SHE WAS A FAN! Thank you writers for remembering!
Castle good lying rn. Good for him. & maybe he can help this world's castle write nikki heat books!
RC: I eat with her, I sleep with her. But I know you are not her.
...
Police scanner?
(her face falls a bit)
KR: Hey cap
KR: *looks at caslte*
KR: what's he doing here?
KB: I'm not sure
KR:
RC:
KR:
KR: Ok
Castle continuously interrupting ryan XD
& then ryan opens his mouth & castle puts his hand on his shoulder & not clipping but this liveblog is so long I'm love.
(& anout the lighting, it seems more... sepia? cool? less red? less blue? less vibrant? I can't tell but I love it & want an audio commentary of this with the person who did the ligting)
*still somehow nodding with ryan lol*
Mind connection still!
Ryan looking from one to the ohter (could gif but won't) (I ljust love the way he looks with his eyes & face incrementally)
noooo renzo!
*bites her lips a little bit, this rly reminds me of s1. She hates him but she is still a fan & attracted to him but he's soo annoying but he's also somehow helpful)
Wait they don't have the coffee machine!!!
*I hear the single stomp of esposito entereing the room & it is so good yet so subtle*
Esposito <3 I feel like huertas really enjoyed playing "I hate castle this guy is so sus" esposito this ep. *takes his mug*
No, say "I inferred it was coal & the most likely power plant was located here, it just made sense"
I should watch Psych.
*holding his temple* Castle you could also say other stuff like I know you were in special forces, you lost your partner, (you slept with the captain,) you like jalapeǹos & olives on your pizza, (sry for the wrong n, I only have a french keyboard,) you used to watch chiquetitas growing up with your abuela...
JE: Ryan has a big fat mouth. That’s how you know.
Yeah he does struggle with commitment doesn't he. Remember s8 the sonia ruiz episode? yeah. (& btw I love his outfit)
his facial expressions. "Yeah no we haven;t met"
"why bring that up oof"
"lol got u ryan tattled"
"don't u come for my commitment issues"
*doesn't give him back the coffee*
Ryan: *case*
Ryan: *sees castle* ???
Ryan:
Beckett: *it's cool*
RC: Uh, Captain? Would it be possible for me to ride along? Strictly for research purposes. (he wants the incan doohicky)
JE: Is he kidding?
RC: I would just love the chance to observe. Get some details for my book.
KR: Yeah, sure, Cap. We’ll take him along.
JE: What the …
KR: Dude, it’s Martha Rodger’s son. He can get us house seats. (to rc) You can get us house seats, right?
(WAIT US? does esposito want to see martha rodgers? does he want to see martha rodgers With Ryan?)
(imagine a world where rysposito isn't canon)
RC: Ab … solutely.
Calls him house seats XD
He doesn't have his writer vest
*pops his head between them*
RC: So the Captain, is she seeing anyone?
JE: *kinda shocked but then mostly annoyed & keeps his eyes on the road* (they r not used to having anyone with them*
KR, who IS friends with beckett: She has boyfriends. Nothing serious. (why is ryan sharing that info?)
JE: Why, writer boy? What, you think you have a chance with her? (EYES ON THE ROAD MISTER) [to RYAN] And what are you doing? Telling crazy over here about everyone’s private life. (which is valid bc he just did)
KR: Me?
JE: Yeah. You told him about Lanie and me.
All: No. No, no, no. I didn’t. No he didn't, I have a gift. What are you talking about? Personal life. Yes you did! That's-- Dont! Just a bunch of yelling I can't hear bc I'm a little hoh & the captions aren't good
RC: No. Listen, I have a gift, all right? I look at people and I see things.
KR: (laughs) Yeah? Uh … what do you see when you look at me? (wow voice got deep for a sec there)
Me: undercover irish mob? (bc who knows if that happened in this au, oh & besides they'd keep it out of the papers so yeah castle knowing would be scary)
Irish mob, several sisters, piano playing, hold on I wonder what would have happened with 3xk in this au maybe they arrested gates, narcotics, uncle abducted by aliens
RC: Honey milk and freckles. (& the vampire girl ig, keep adding all the ppl u know)
KR: (mouthing: what) Noo!
(inconsistency in where esposito is looking but shush)
JE: *shocked*
JE from the other angle: *annoyed*
KR: That’s Jenny O’Malley.
JE: *looks away annoyed*
KR: She used to … make me honey milk. (wistfully) She could’ve been the one. (I thought u said u made it for her to help her sleep. mr in-bed-by-10-pm.)
(omaalley not omahlley, they pronounce things differently than me. I assumed it was deever & omolley but it's déver & omaalley)
RC: Could have been?
KR: Yeah. Um … when Beckett was promoted to Captain our case load doubled. I guess I never had time for her.
(wow ryan really does talk abt everyone's personal life) (but how recent was jenny that this "i see when I look at you" is relevnt?)
RC: Maybe you should give her a call.
JE: Maybe you should mind your own business.
(I read a fic once where esposito acts like this in the car ride bc rysposito is canon in this universe & like "if u r really so psychic then u should know he's mine)
He shoves RC back into the backseat.
The fanfic I read: canon rysposito, esposito was pissed that castle who said he sees things when he looks at people doesn't see their relationship & also don't tell my man to get a gf.
(wait lol I double blogged that bc one was in my transcript liveblog & one was in my watch liveblog)
watch blog: Ok it looks like I probably need to go now. I've been spending way too much time on this liveblog mostly bc I like it & miss it partially bc I'm writing All my thoughts not the important ones (none r that important lol)
El chozo peruvian restaurant
Stay n the car or I shoot you (he hasn't signed the form yet tho lol)
Wanna crack a window for me?
Ha!
s1 castle moments
Oh he's not so bad *castle's face in the window*
s1 castle Dad dad dad! dad dad dad!
Oh I'm feeling anxious now, I messaged my teacher saying I couldn't make it to class today asking him to send me the powerpoint so I can stay on pace & my chef just called me asking about how many kilograms of cream I had (62.942) & how many kilos of egg yolks (~6 in the pail meaning he needed 11 more cartons & 650g of the last one to get 17.628kg) & ofc the sugar was already perfectly measured it's just the one litre cartons of stuff I had to empty & didn't have time to finish. Anyway seeing all the hotel pans & funnels & mixing bowls & stainless steel bowlsjust caused my heart to start racing, genuinely
Take him home!
Or give it to the detectives
Or maria sanchez is there.
No it broke! So much happened! Or it's fake bc yeah it just looks ceramic.
(evidence also broken)
This is a fake :D !! This is a fake >:(
lol cuff him too so valid bestie
RC: Actually, that kind of is my best behavior.
JE: Oh, I’m just enjoying the show
Mom & dad fighting
(clipping)
Snatches it away
JE:
KB: Yes, Detective Esposito? (calls him detective)
JE: You’re not letting him get to you, are you? (he is her friend)
KB: Don’t you have a case to close?
JE: Mmhm (they totally slept together at some point in the past)
Storm fall, the last derrick storm book
I just noticed, is storm fall the same as the castle title card?
Jim beckett on her desk!
camera whip
(so dark)
Castle went up instead of down lol, look at him sneaking back in XD
& the music
Heck yeah maria
Ah that's why there was a fake in a case at the chozo
Ah! Three groups! Swiss legal thieves, incan peruvian righteous re-thieves, & random thieves!
Tracker?
What guy? What guy?
Transcript: CASTLE startles, harder than if it were GATES.
I was just um... *smiles gummily*
Convict therapy.
She never told him she used to read his books & met him before? (u can confirm if it was a real au by asking her this in the normal universe original reality)
Ew feels like a lot longer shup but also could be the books
KB: There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.
Us: it's going to be smth important
RC: Anything
(always)
KB: *question abt his books*
Mm the bass
Whyd they wait so long after the airport? maybe waiting for a quiet location
Castle still hiding in the break room lol
Looks like a heart
She has elephants
Ooh captain beckett prop!
Does a 180
RC: And … if you come I will tell you why I killed Derrick Storm.
(beat gates by six weeks for detective)
Paperwork & poitics? sounds like 1pp asking her to run for senator
ag's office
the necklace!!!
Tell her! the elephants! But also in this au she is clean rn whereas in our universe she relapsed into her mom's case addiction
(imagine a universe where she is again obsessed with her mother's case like why an ex-alcoholic doesn't drink)
We had an australian emmigrant/canadian immigrant (possibly of french heritage) whose dad taught us rugby for gym class once in elementary or no it was jr high
I need to go to bed now yuck.
Yeah so the last time I liveblogged was supposedly sept 9 & it is now the 22nd. Well I started this yesterday on the 21st. I have abt 45 minutes at home before I need to leave. (I had work in the morning but took only a half day so I could perform violin at a mental health clinic.) Do I want to start watching this? ... Yes. I do. btw by 45 minutes I meant I got home at 2.30 & need to leave at 3.10 & I need to set my alarm ten minutes early so I have time to pull on my shoes & it is already 2.45 so... yeah maybe I won't... Maybe I will!
Or not bc my computer randomly died & now I literally have only eight minutes to watch. You know what? fuck it. I got my computer back online in about ten minutes, I can spend about ten minutes watching castle! Fuck you! /pos
watch blog: I didn't know I never finished transcript blogging. Huh. I'm skipping school for this lol.
KB: stay here:
RC: *hands up-ish like yeah ok sure*
KB: *turns around*
RC: *immediately gets up*
*suspect checking her out*
ooh music fun!
Whose desk has that frosted glass animal ball on it?
Yeah contact robbery, maybe bring demming back lol, the homiicde part of it is done
Love the music
My world? As in my book? Castle be careful
why focus on hte lawyer's face?
strong goodbye there huh
He's almost done his book & you can see how appalled he is lol
Different stairwell art! tbh I like it. I feel like I'd enjoy touching the wallpaper but also hate it. Lol alexis going back upstairs before he notices (& fails)
(wow she's so pretty)
Alexis kind of joking youre stuck here with us kind of humouring him but when he asks why they fell apart she stops humouring him bc she was joking & this is serious. & like... nobody is THAT concerned over the fact that richard is basically having a psychic break.
He called THIS his magnum opus? really? really??? Or not bc he wrote it several years ago & it flunked & he tried writing other stuff which slowly got worse? & he ended up writing the brobeck dreams of betty book & it was crap according to him.
Castle family so good so god & the million impoerceptible ways & reality & all this crap & aaaaaah this is so much of a thing
Except she isn't relapsing into her mother's case addiction in this world, she made captain in this world, your mother is a star again in this world, your daugter is changing things with her nonprofit in this world, you have flings with beautiful women in this world ig...
Gets her the coffee & doesn't kate ask lucy for a coffee vanilla two splendas in future seasons? ye love this. He knows her coffee order from his O.R.
Ew yucky baarista touches money with her hands
Ok abducted at gunpoint
(did the cops ever check this place out?)
marcus lark
the attorney
WAIT MARCUS LARKUS
Wow thingamajig. Pick it up castle make the alarm go beep beep beep
this guy picks it up but no beep beep beep
there is no such thing as truth
lol of course lark wants infinite possibilities, he's a real estate agent, ofc he wants multiple realities
RC: You’re rich. Successful. You have everything. Why would you want to change your destiny?
*accidentally did that bc he thought he was bad for becks*
Castle maybe pick it up & wish to go home & try to make it work even tho u don't know how bc maybe it will work & you will go home.
Woah beckett!
smacks him in the head
Luck... or fate
Maybe tell her the truth...? Or don't just in case you're stuck here. (reminds me of that tumblr post "reblog if you are a safe person to come to in a time loop")
The answer for how to use it
see THIS is how u jump in front of a bullet. You don't jump while the bullet is moving u don't have time, u jump before they shoot. & if u have time to jump in front, they have time to jump out of the way.
Blue light, dangerous situation, I love you, (possibly death; die in the dream die irl doesn't work here idk) (possibly also castle just immaterializing bc he was from an au)
I read a fanfic where rysposito have to go to martha's apartment to inform her that her son died & castle answers the door & says "holy crap I had a dream that I was in an alternate universe where I was friends with you guys!"
engagement ring!
IT IS THE EX MILITARY AUSSIE FAN & THE GUY WHO UT A GUN TO HIS BACK
KR: Hey, Castle. Missed all the excitement. We were awesome. (<3) Weren’t we, Javi? (first names)
JE: As usual. (I love this joking overconfidence)
& marcus lark!
evidence & fancy artifact & u'r just touching up on it?
The one where I made it to our wedding <3
love their music
We just do, I do
"go down to the courthouse just do it right now"
Yay their wedding
Alexis no suit
learned smth GOOD from the AU!
Becks gets a third wedding dress lol but it was probably not a wedding dress it was just any white clothing she had
but where is her maid of honour lanie? I mean yay at least jim is here
Oh she's wearing the earrings
No music but I love love the tie on the back. Seems awful but I think it's pretty.
(green screen?)
Nice ring
Oh I love the vows! I remember someone made a gifset for this for caskett week.
KB: The moment that I met you, my life became extraordinary. You taught me to be my best self, to look forward to tomorrow’s adventures; and when I was vulnerable, you were strong. I love you, Richard Castle; and I want to live my life in the warmth of your smile and the strength of your embrace. I promise you, I will love you. I will be your friend; and your partner in crime and in life; Always.
When she said when I was vulnerable, you were strong my first thought was roy calling castle to help protect beckett.
crime^fighting
RC: The moment we met, my life became extraordinary. You taught me more about myself than I knew there was to learn. You are the joy in my heart. You’re the last person I want to see every night before I close my eyes. I love you, Katherine Beckett. And the mystery of you is the one I want to spend the rest of my life exploring. I promise to love you, to be your friend and your partner in crime and life, ‘til death do us part and for the time of our lives.
I love the parallel between the starts of the vows
the rest of my life, always
crime & life again parallels & until death us do part and for the time of our lives
but where is Lanie the maid of honour?
Why are the wedded couple not drinking champagne?
His phone <3
romance <3 <3 <3
Thaat was so good! I started today's liveblogging (it's the 27th) at like 11.30 or noon & now it is 14.45 or basically 3pm so that's 3 hours, I usually allot myself an hour & a half, & I already liveblog watched it a few days ago & I liveblogged the transcript twenty days ago holy crap. At least I'm off my internship now, maybe I'll have more time to liveblog & clip & finish the series & finally return them to the library w/o paying too much in late fees. & then I can finish all the fanfics I want to read & all the fics I am writing or want to write & then I'll finally put this hyperfixation to rest & be free to do normal stuff again.. Until I get a new hyperfixation.
Update: It has been four weeks, I am only now getting around to tagging & posting
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—lunch box
A/N: just another cute idea i had because i’m obsessed with barbarian/dragon king!bakugo and fantasy shit in general. some context: you and bakugo are betrothed—although, sometimes you wish you weren’t bc he can be a real asshole. luckily for you, he’s willing to work on it bc he likes loves you just that much. a litte angst (it wouldn’t be a mtha story without it) but it ends in fluff <3
Warnings: cursing
Your friends looked at their food with heart eyes and dug into the neatly wrapped box with fever.
“Ahh! Thank you for making this, Y/N!” one of them exclaimed. The other could only nod in agreement, too into your cooking to speak.
You smiled and waved them off. “It was nothing. Consider it a thank you for letting me copy the homework last night,” you chuckled.
“Did you cook one for Prince Bakugo? I’d imagine he’d love it! If there’s anyone’s cooking he loves more than his own, it’s yours!”
At the mention of his name, your expression fell. You looked down at the case of food you had prepared for him as an apology.
Four days ago, you two were hanging around his residence. You managed to get him to dance around with you. Well, it more like you were dancing and he was doing his best not to combust in embarrassment. Katsuki warned you that you shouldn’t be too reckless otherwise you’d break something.
Of course, you paid him no mind, too enthralled with your fun to notice your proximity to a nearby statue—one of the Bakugo family’s treasures.
One thing led to another, and you knocked it over, shattering it before either of you could even react. Your rich skin lost its glow and your boyfriend cursed something nasty.
Least to say, his parents were not happy. But instead of being rightfully scolded, Bakugo had taken the blame for it.
They found him attempting to clean it up and assumed it was his fault. You wanted to correct them, but he threw you a nasty glare, sealing your mouth shut. He was now under punishment until they deemed fit and from then on, he hadn't spoken a friendly word to you.
A little sigh escaped your lips. Your two friends looked at each other before offering you encouraging smiles.
“Hey,” one spoke, placing a hand on your knee. You met her gaze. “You should go give it to him. He’d love it.”
There was a moment of silence before you decided to act. Taking the spur of confidence, you stood up and briskly made your way to the other classroom. Just before you entered, you heard his voice and felt your heart waver with anxiousness.
However, now wasn’t the time to let doubt consume you. Things wouldn’t get better until something was done.
You took a deep breath, calming your nerves, before opening the door and walking in. Your eyes scanned the room and found the young dragon prince amongst his group of friends.
Jaw set, you walked over to them, hands firmly around the packaged food.
Kirishima saw you first and gave you a friendly wave.
“Hey Princess L/N!”
“Hi boys! How’re ya doing?” you politely asked, putting on your best smile.
They gave you an upbeat answer that lifted your spirits.
Despite that, you hadn't heard a response from Bakugo. In fact, he hadn't even looked at you—but you wouldn’t be disheartened. You fueled herself with faux confidence and held out the dish to your betrothed.
“I-I made you something small yesterday, as an apology,” you stuttered.
Katsuki finally looked up, indifference in his stare. Ruby eyes flickered down to the box filled with rice, chicken, vegetables, and a small pastry on the side. His favorite kind. For a moment, he seemed like considered your offer, but you suffered the low blow of humiliation when he turned away to look through the window.
“Thanks, but I’ve already eaten. Should’ve given it to me earlier.”
Something in your stomach fell. Crushing rejection blossomed up your throat with each passing second. His words were cold, harsh, and unforgiving. It might’ve been stupid, overdramatic even, but it hurt.
Heartbroken wasn’t even the word.
Your nose burned, eyes blurring before you could stop it. Your chest tightened with embarrassment. Luckily, you mustered enough strength to hold in whatever was threatening to crumble you.
“Oh,” you dumbly responded.
“I’ll take it!” Kaminari excitedly said.
“No, I will! I’m still starving!” Kirishima chided.
You placed the box down, struggling to keep up your act.
“Split it between the both of you. I hope it’s good!” You internally winced over how high your voice had become. “I’m gonna to get going now. I’ll see you guys after school, yeah?”
And before anything else was said, you bolted straight out of the room. You hadn’t bothered to look at Katsuki. Knowing him, he probably hadn't noticed the strain in your voice.
As soon as you were out of sight, the tears flooded. You held your hands against your mouth, desperate to muffle your cries. You quickly took you into the nearest bathroom and you prayed no one had seen you lest there be questions. If you went to your friends, it’d cause a commotion. Your parents would eventually find out and you didn’t want any more problems.
So, you cried your eyes raw and eventually willed yourself to stop when it was time to return to class.
…
The week had gone by without another interaction. The weekend brought you some relief since you wouldn’t be forced to see Katsuki’s face for the time being. Or so you thought.
All you wanted to do was run some errands for your parents and then go back home and continue sulking. Yet the universe would not let you rest.
The moment you caught Bakugo’s eyes, you pivoted on your heel and booked it the other way. You assumed his anger with you would force him to keep his distance.
But you were thoroughly surprised to find he was following after you.
“Y/N,” he called.
Irritation and hurt filled your chest. You only walked faster, clutching the purse against her chest.
“Y/N, stop,” he demanded to which you promptly ignored.
This went on for a good thirty seconds until Bakugo decided he had enough. Without much noise, he ran up to you, grabbing you by the shoulder.
You weren’t having it.
You harshly shrugged off his hand. “Don’t touch me,” you snapped, keeping your eyes forward.
“I need to talk to you,” Katsuki grumbled.
“Well I don’t want to talk to you. So maybe some other time.”
Truthfully, the crowned prince found himself shocked at your coldness. Despite your innate boldness, he wasn’t used to such an icy tone. Especially directed at him.
His father warned him to never attack in these situations, but Bakugo let his temper get the best of him. His first reaction was to frown and deal back harsher words.
“What’s your fucking problem, dumbass? When I say stop, stop!”
A spike of anger flooded your veins. You whirled around on your heel and glared at him with frosty eyes. You felt compelled to drop your papers and slap him, but instead, you settled for a finger in his face.
“First of all, I’m not some dog you can just order around, you jerk! And just because we’re betrothed doesn’t mean I’m some girl you can treat like dirt whenever you feel like it! Until you apologize, leave me alone because my only problem right now is you. Bye.”
And just as quickly as you came, you turned to leave.
Now Bakugo was actually stunned. Forget, cold, this was a side of you he hadn't ever experienced. Admittedly, he hadn’t been spoken to like that from anyone besides his mother—and she only got away with it because she was not only the queen…but he was his mom.
Katsuki honestly didn’t know how to handle it. It was only then that he concentrated back on his father’s advice. Whenever his mother was upset with his dad, his father would fight back, but never with emotional anger. Always with humbleness and an understanding tongue.
It usually did the trick considering his mother could never stay upset with him for more than a night. It always struck the teen with hidden awe. Sometimes, Katsuki thought his dad was an angel.
Bakugo was no angel, but he hoped it’d have the same affect on you.
The blonde teen softened his face and walked up behind you. He stopped you, wrapping his arms around your waist to lie his forehead against the decorated braids the fell down your back.
“Damn it. I’m sorry okay?” he lowly said, face burning from such a public display of affection. “Just hear me out.”
You didn’t speak and he clenched his jaw.
“Please.”
You inwardly cursed your rapidly beating heart. If it weren’t for how stupidly nice being in his arms was (he was definitely working out more), and the fact that you found him kinda cute begging for your permission, maybe you wouldn’t have caved in so easily.
For now, you’d blame it on the fact that you two were destined to wed. It was better to start dealing with fights now so, hopefully, the future held less of them.
You heaved a sigh, unwillingly ignoring your body’s urge to curl in his arms. Instead, you pulled away and turned to face him. You peered into unsure crimson eyes with as much harshness you could conjure.
“Fine. Speak,” you permitted.
There was a small pause as he gathered his thoughts. When he opened his mouth, you instantly regretted it.
“I’m still mad at you for being dumb and breaking one of family’s treasures. And I’m still fucking pissed that my old hag is on my ass about it,” he started and noticed how your eyes narrowed in contempt.
You were about to turn away, thinking this was a waste of time. However, Bakugo took a hold of your wrist before you could leave.
“Leave me alone! If you didn’t want to get in trouble, you should’ve just let me take the blame. I can't believe I thought you’d apologize—“
“Let me finish, princess.”
It was your title, yet you felt your stomach flip when it came from his lips. You refused to let it influence you…but you’d give him another chance.
Bakugo stepped closer to you. “I’m upset, but I took the punishment because I wanted to. You didn’t mean to break it. Accidents happen, I understand that.”
There was a pregnant pause. Then, you softened your gaze a bit, eyes still lit with inquiry. “Why? Why would you do that if it meant getting in trouble? I could’ve taken the blame just fine.”
“Y/N, you freak the fuck out whenever you don’t get a perfect score on an exam. You try not to mess up and when you do, it’s like the world is ending,” he explained with a teasing smirk. You ungracefully snorted. He had a point. “When you broke the vase, I could hear your heart drop. You were two seconds away from crying. And when I saw how scared you looked I just—I don’t know.”
The look on your face was something between shock, surprise, and wonder. You blinked, thick lips parting slightly in awe.
“Katsuki…” you breathed to which the boy heavily blushed. Realizing how sappy he sounded, his mind screamed at him to cut it out.
Bakugo looked down and noticed he was still holding your wrist. He quickly let go and instinctively rubbed the nape of his neck.
“D-don’t be dramatic. I just didn’t wanna see you moping around or some shit. My father said that it wasn’t that important anyway…the vase I mean,” he mumbled.
Sure it wasn’t, you thought. What were you gonna do with this boy?
You supposed an apology was a good start.
“That was very nice and admirable of you Katsuki. Thank you,” you eventually said. “I’m still really sorry about the vase, and for being mean to you just now.”
He shook his head. “I know, but I’m the one that should be apologizing. I ain’t hafta treat you the way I did. I was being an ass for not accepting the food you made for me earlier.”
“Yeah you were, ya bastard.”
He chuckled at that. “The two idiots wouldn’t stop raving over how good it was.”
“Well, I had the best teacher in the kingdom,” you grinned.
“And I had an even better student,” he winked.
Your smile widened. Maybe marrying him wouldn’t be so bad.
You couldn’t help yourself when you heartily embraced him, enjoying how his arms slowly slithered around the small of your back. Your eyes met and you kissed him on the lips, leaving him with a little gasp. You pulled away and giggled under your breath.
“You know, you're a sweet guy underneath all that false bravado.”
“False brav—what the hell are you going on about!?”
Ignoring his explosive behavior, you readjusted the straps on your shoulder before turning on your heel.
“Don’t bring anything for lunch on Monday, okay? I’ll see you later, blondie.”
Despite his little tantrum, Bakugo still watched you disappear into the store with a gentle expression. You gave him more headaches than he cared for, but you were worth it. Besides, he was sure you could say the same for him.
Bakugo turned to leave and passed his fingertips over where your lips touched his own.
He’d never admit to the giddiness in his chest. He’d take that shit to the grave.
#mha#bnha fics#bakugo x black reader#bakugo x reader#bakugo katuski#bakugo x poc!reader#mha fics#bakugo brain rot activated#barbarian bakugou#dragon king bakugo#mha x poc!reader#mha x black reader#bnha x black!reader#bnha x poc!reader#bnha x reader
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MLQC Housemates with MC Having Toxic!Father
AU: MC's Dad from the game is her stepfather who later became her adoptive dad so toxic!father is her birth father (I won't disrespect game PaPa) Game Dad is PaPa and Toxic!Father is Dad
TW: Angst, Toxicity, Blood, Asshole Parent
Victor - Red, Lucien - Purple, Gavin - Blue, Kiro - Orange, Shaw - Green, MC (You) - Pink
They were under the impression that your birth dad was the one you took over the company for
They were surprised to find out he was your stepfather that became your adoptive father after your mom passed away but they could tell you saw him as your true father
The few things you mentioned about your birth dad was he's alive, present in your life, and you send him money
"I wonder why Miss Chips doesn't say much about him."
"Probably just aren't as close."
When you told them your dad was coming to visit for a few days and probably staying over the boys were happy to show their hospitality considering this was your dad
They wanted to impress the love of their lives' father
Victor was pissed when he found out the guess room was being used as storage
Mainly Kiro, Shaw, and you had to clean and donate stuff under Victor's supervision since it was mainly your stuff you guys lost your dessert privileges for awhile
Everyone was so busy cleaning the house that they realized later that throughout the process you never spoke highly of your dad and seemed nervous
"I just been busy that's all. I'm totally fine!"
When they first met the guy he seemed to be an okay man, Kiro and you gave him a tour of the house, that's when Kiro realized such awkward tension you kept giving out as you and your dad talked but don't worry Kiro's an amazing talker!
All the boys came home and met your dad they chatted in the living room with a movie playing as the dinner feast was being prepared
You told Victor you would finish the rest of the meal preparation by yourself, he denied but gave in when you smiled at him that you wanted some alone time
The dad seemed to be okay who was tough man inside and out that had a lot of stories to tell and seemed to care about his daughter
Things began going downhill from there
You called everyone to eat and they sat down to enjoy the food as they talked about their day and get to know your dad
They would talk and that's when your dad's behavior became noticeable
He seemed to be "Mr. Know It All" when tried to tell Victor and Gavin on HOW TO DO THEIR OWN JOBS but also passive aggressive comments of him looking down on Kiro's idol profession
Victor made this guy freakin steak and this is how he is repaid by being told how to do his job from a guy who just watches videos on financial
Kiro and you are trying your best to shift the topic and keep the peace
Deeper into dinner your dad begins making jokes throughout about you being about your weight, the way you dress, how you use people
He antagonizes you and your parents a lot
"Hope this one has been growing vertically not horizontally."
"Getting another bite already. What's up, fatty?"
"My daughter doesn't care about me. She just uses me."
That was only a few out of the jokes he told and don't forget the inappropriate ones
Who cares if their jokes if they're antagonizing to someone and just plain mean and also your dad is the biggest one here who's eating the most
Trust me no one is laughing at them and you're trying to play it off but they can tell how hurt you are (can't take a hint that no one likes the "jokes")
"The puddings ready. You can have some right now."
"It's okay. I'm not hungry anymore. I'm going to bed now."
You are really hurting inside as you try walking away fast enough not be seen crying and not even hungry to eat pudding
Everyone is left there eating with this asshole, they just want to get this dinner over with
Gavin hates him more than anybody as not only the way he talks to you but how he's reminded of his own dad
When Shaw makes the same body "joke" to your dad, they have never seen a man get so aggressive so fast before
Once your dad is fed up with Shaw and goes storms off to the guest room is when they clean up fast to go check up on you
"Thanks for ending that dinner, Shaw. If you didn't get him mad, I would have."
"I don't care who he is. Glad that the asshole is gone."
"I can see why Miss Chips doesn't really interact with him much. Why doesn't she say something about it to him?"
"Many children with parents like that feel trapped due to feeling of being indebted to them. She could be acting that way in order to not escalate the situation."
"As much as we don't like the man, we have to be polite for the few days he will be here."
They all go to your room to see you laying down as you blow your runny nose in the dark
Kiro immediately jumps in bed to give you the biggest hug while the others soothe you until you're ready to talk
You mention how he's like this with the antagonizing, rude jokes, and his temper and it being the reason your mom divorced him
Everyones face scrunched with anger as you weren't looking at the thought that this was going on this entire time
For the next few days luckily you've been busy with work to be around him, he was also busy with seeing friends but it still didn't stop his behavior and jokes when no one was around
As much as you wanted to run away from the conversations you couldn't because you were scared of what would happen
It was until one day when Shaw came home before anyone else to hear really loud screaming from a man, he was about to rush to see what was happening until you walked past him
"Welcome home. I'm a-almost done... finishing lunch. Do you want to help out?"
He's never seen you like this with deep red eyes, cheeks tear stained, legs heavily shaking, and snot dripping down
You walked to the kitchen with Shaw trying to convince you to slow down as you weren't in the right state to be cooking
Shaw has never been in a situation like this before so he didn't know what exactly to do, he made the mistake to take his eyes off you to try and call one of the guys
The moment you yelped in pain he immediately dropped the phone, you had tried to cut something but your hands were shaking so much and eyes blurring with tears that you cut your hand pretty badly
Shaw hugged your shaking body tightly as you covered your mouth from sobbing, outside began to pour with rain with heavy thunder
"P-please don't tell my-my dad. Please don't tell him!"
You were carried to the closest bedroom and the farthest from the guest room (Gavin's), Shaw made sure to lock the door
Kiro then Gavin then Lucien came home one by one and immediately panic as they saw a cutting board along with a knife stained with a lot of blood
Shaw ushered everyone into the bedroom and have Lucien properly put what little gauze they had over your deep wound already cleaned with alcohol
Lucien: Please, buy more gauze when you get home. We need it immediately. We're all in Gavin's room.🦋
Victor: What happened? Hardly ever text each other. Almost home, I'll make a quick stop.🕰
When Victor immediately enter Gavin's room, Lucien practically yanked the gauze from his hands to wrap around your hand, it dripping with blood, Gavin wiping away your tears, and Kiro staring at his IPad screen with AirPods in
"What happened?"
"My-My dad got really mad when I-I told him I really didn't like his remarks. That I felt I w-was stepping on eggshells with him-him. He got really mad that I was being se-sensitive and ungrateful, I wasn't try-ing to."
The way you chocked out an explanation as tears poured from your eyes as your hands shook in fear and pain
Victor asked Shaw and Kiro to step outside the door for a moment, he wanted a better explanation
"I came home and heard full on screaming from her dad that I wasn't even close to where they were. That was only the end of the screaming I came home to. MC tried acting as if she was okay and went to continue making lunch. I took my eyes off her for a moment that she cut herself when her hands were shaking. She begged me not to tell that asshole."
"I have security camera footage of the screaming. It's...It's really bad. Miss Chips said that she really didn't want him in her life but was scared this would happen. She said this is common with him."
Kiro's IPad showed the whole incident how you expressing your hurt and discomfort caused your dad to go screaming at you at the top of his lungs as you stood there apologizing and shaking in fear
"FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU!!!"
"I'LL GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO CRY ABOUT!!"
The three's blood ran cold at listening to him screaming with you crying in the background
Everyone laid in bed with you as you rant your feelings, past traumas and they're shocked at the things they're hearing
"He once banged on my d-door with all his strength because...because he-he didn't like that I would close the door."
After you confirmed you no longer want your birth dad in your life and fell asleep, the five men stormed over to the guest room where your dad was
Gavin cop knocked banged on the door and believe me how furious they were to see your dad
Victor gave the most intimidating voice he's ever given full of assertion and anger when telling birth dad he needs to pack up because he is no longer welcome in this house or near you
They couldn't believe this man when he threw a tantrum saying it was just an argument...excuse me argument
"Arguments are a disagreement between two individuals. Not one screaming at the other as the individual stands there in fear."
This guy was really not leaving and even trying to get pass them to get to you
Before Gavin or anyone were on the brink of committing assault charge, Kiro used his evol which shocked them as Kiro hardly ever uses his
"I command you. All within my range of control belongs to me. You will now leave this house and never return. Do not contact any of us. You will also cut off all ties with your daughter, forget her contact info and address."
The man immediately packed up all his things in a hurry as he was under Kiro's evol, they could see in his eyes of him forgetting your info and the location of the house
Victor called an Uber to drive the man to be dropped off in the city, as the car drove away they knew you were finally free from the man
During the rain this man should be careful with lightning strikes as it doesn't choose it's victim...or does it?
You could finally feel at peace when deleting his info from your phone and you no longer sent him money
#mlqc#mr love queens choice#mlqc gavin#mlqc victor#mlqc kiro#mlqc lucien#mlqc shaw#mlqc headcanon#mlqc headcanons#mr love queens choice headcanon#headcanon#reverse harem#housemates au#mlqc angst#angst
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YOUR EYES TELL | JJK | 15 (FINAL)
Summary: You live in a world where people see in black and white. The solution to finally see the colors? It’s simple. You need to meet your soulmate and look at him in the eyes, but what if the person bound to you is already contented with the monochromatic world? What if…Jeongguk, your soulmate, is already in love with someone else?
Alternatively:
“A future without you is a world without color.”
Genre: soulmate au, e2l, slow burn, angst, fluff, roommate au
Pairing: Artist!Jungkook x Lawyer!Reader
Word Count: 4k
SERIES: CHAPTER 14 | SPECIAL CHAPTER
"You sure you don't need anything?"
You weren't sure if it was annoyance or amusement that caused you to chuckle upon hearing hesitation in your father's voice.
"I'm good, Appa." You assured him, "it's just Jeongguk. Don't worry."
You were wrong. He wasn't worried because of Jeongguk. He was worried because of you.
"Okay," your father let out a deep sigh as he tried to calm his mind. "I trust your soulmate. Have fun, love."
And just like that, the call ended.
Soulmate.
After everything that had happened, your father still believed that Jeongguk was your soulmate.
You still did too. How could you deny that fact when you could clearly see colors now?
It had been four months since your eye surgery. You didn't think it was going to be a successful, mainly because you were convinced that Jeongguk's hatred towards you was the reason why you went blind.
Apparently, it was your fault.
You knew it was reckless to drive when you were under the influence of alcohol. This wasn't just about you. This was also about the people who could have suffered because of your stupidity.
Your father was actually disappointed in you. He didn't expect you to do something like this, especially because he knew that you had a careful approach in life.
You hated being a burden. Your greatest fear was to be the reason why someone was hurting. Your father didn't understand what ticked you to break out of character, and so he asked. He asked what was wrong—causing you to break into tears.
You couldn't keep this to yourself anymore.
You told him about everything you had been going through—like how your soulmate didn't love you and how stressful being a lawyer was.
Of course your father understood, but he told you that it wasn't an excuse to put yourself and other people in danger.
There were other ways to welcome or ignore pain. You agreed since it wasn't like you planned this to happen.
Your father didn't believe in you, though. He felt like you were trying to harm yourself. This was why he called you every single day. He wanted to make sure that you weren't driving or doing things you weren't supposed to do.
He freaked out when you told him that you were going out with Jeongguk tonight. It wasn't because he hated your soulmate. Admittedly, he felt like you were lying when you told him that Jeongguk didn't love you.
That can't be right. It was obvious. Your father had met your soulmate and he saw the way Jeongguk looked and talked about you. He couldn't be wrong; the boy destined to be with you was whipped—as in madly in love with you.
His claim turned out to be true when right after your surgery; you gasped and cried so hard because finally, you could see colors.
It was too good to be true. Was this seriously happening? Was Jeongguk really in love with you?
You couldn't tell.
You used to think that seeing colors was the indication of your soulmate's love for you, but it had been months now yet Jeongguk hadn't verbally told you that he loved you.
Sure. Actions spoke louder than words. You guessed you just had to be contented with this.
The past four months felt like a dream. Jeon Jeongguk, the most stubborn and egotistical person in the world, was acting like a lovesick fool because of you.
You told yourself that you did not want to love your soulmate. You stood by this. You had been ignoring Jeongguk's attempt to 'win you over.'
(Un)fortunately, the boy just wouldn't stop.
He would send you letters written in a small sticky note every day just to tell you the sappiest thing. On the other side of the sticky note, there's an exquisite drawing of every detail about you.
You realized that it was some sort of puzzle, but you hadn't really had the chance to piece it together because you were too caught up with the words written in the sticky notes.
Note 1
Red
Red is the first color in the rainbow.
She is my first love, but it ended.
I'm saying this because I realized that the start isn't always the end.
She’s the beginning, you are my end game.
This was the first note you had received from your soulmate. It was plastered on your front door—this was also the first thing you had seen after you had been discharged from the hospital.
Note 2
Orange
Orange is the color I thought I know by heart. As it turns out, I've been fooled.
I have been fooled by the world, but it's okay. You helped me see.
This note was unclear to you, yet it didn't fail to make your heart feel light. You weren't aware that Jeongguk was talking about how the florist who sold him orange tulips for almost a decade, the one who fooled him.
No one could take advantage of him now, though. You helped him with this problem.
Note 3
Yellow
My mom said that yellow is the prettiest color. She also said that it shines the brightest. I'm glad I didn't believe her. It wasn't bright at all. It only reminds me of the time I thought I'll lose you.
It took you long to realize what he was implying.
Yellow.
This was the color of your shirt when your car crashed. Jeongguk remembered how dark life was when you were pushing him away.
Your soulmate had sent you hundreds of letters by now. All of his notes started with colors. Out of all the things he sent you, the yellow note was what stuck to you the most.
The black world was frightening. It felt cold and lonely and Jeongguk was exactly like that. He was lonely. He suffered from a major heartbreak that was why he turned cold. He hated what Red had done to him, but he wasn't really different from his ex-girlfriend.
Jeongguk hurt you the same way Red hurt him, but your soulmate was willing to do everything to make it up to you.
Aside from the notes, you also found out that Jeongguk was the one who cooked your food each day. You got mad at Red because she failed to tell you the truth. There was even a point wherein you stopped eating the food your soulmate had prepared since you literally didn't want to do anything with him anymore.
Jeongguk was still persistent. He would always pick you up from work and then he would ask if you wanted to grab dinner with him.
You always declined his offer to take you out. Turning him down was always part of your daily routine, so you didn't know what changed this Saturday night.
Why, after four months, did you finally accept Jeongguk’s attempt to ask you out?
"Can't resist his bambi eyes, can you?" Jimin laughed on the other line. Your best friend called right after your short phone conversation with your dad. It was like everyone was interested in your business tonight.
"It's just one date, Jimin," you rolled your eyes, yet the blush in your cheeks indicated that Jimin was right.
You still couldn't resist Jeon Jeongguk.
It wasn't like you were giving into him. No. It would take more than his wide, doe eyes to melt your cold, cold heart. He hurt you after all.
But last night was different.
You were supposed to have dinner with your subordinates since it was Friday, but then you spotted Jeongguk waiting outside the building of your small law firm.
He was standing there with trembling lips. Your soulmate was freezing under the cold winter, yet he still chose to wait for you.
You see, Jeon Jeongguk was banned from entering your office. You told the securities not to let him in since he was distracting everyone at work.
Your employees just couldn't stop gushing over your soulmate to the point that they weren't able to finish their task for the day. They were always trying to get Jeongguk's attention and the most annoying part was that your soulmate didn't seem to mind—not because he was a flirt too. It was actually because he was too naïve for his own good.
So yeah. You banned him from entering the building because he was a distraction and definitely not because you were blinded by your stupid jealousy. No. Not at all.
He was your soulmate, yes, but it didn't mean you had to stay together. The only thing you two should do was to try to be casual and not hate each other.
You couldn't afford to make Jeongguk hate you. This was the only rational reason why you agreed to go out on a date with him tonight. You were just scared and guilty for letting him wait for you in the snow.
"Whatever you say," you could imagine Jimin's teasing expression despite not seeing his face. "Have fun, okay? Love you!"
"Ditto! See you soon," you pressed the end bottom of your phone as your doorbell rang.
Seven pm. You bit your lower lip, glancing at the clock. Jeongguk was right on time. He told you last night that he would be outside of your door at exactly seven in the evening.
You sighed and fixed your hair a little before opening the door.
Jeongguk practiced speaking the things he would say to you tonight in front of the mirror. He swore he prepared so hard because he didn't want to disappoint you. He felt like this was his only shot with you, unfortunately it seemed like he was destined to fuck things up with you again.
"Oh fuck," his eyes dilated upon seeing you.
You were wearing this pretty dress that accentuated your curves. You looked so expensive and exquisite that Jeongguk felt like he was out of place.
Your soulmate was wearing a thick sweater and black sweatpants. His hair was messier because of the winter wind.
"You're not dressed." This was the first thing you said to him. The scowl on your face made him think that you already regretted agreeing to spend this night with him.
He was wrong. You were only frowning because you felt embarrassed. You took your sweet time preparing for this date. You even rushed to buy a fancy dress just this morning, causing you to feel like a fool.
It was clear now that you were more excited than the man who practically begged you to go out with him.
"I-I just thought it'd be better to stay home because of the weather." The boy said sheepishly while showing you the home cooked food he had prepared for this date.
You swallowed hard.
"Come in." And then you opened the door wider for him.
Jeongguk let out a sigh of relief. At least you did not kick him out. He wouldn't know what to do if that happened. He missed your home so much. He missed Miri as well. Too bad the fury pet wasn't around.
Miri visited the Kims' mansion every Saturday. Red picked the cat earlier this day. She said Miri was the only one that could make Soobin smile. Red and Seokjin, the newlywed couple, were only allowed to visit Soobin every Saturday. They always take the little boy to a nice place with your cat Miri.
Jeongguk realized that it was a blessing in disguise that the cat wasn't around since no one was scratching the couch where you and him currently sat on.
Jeongguk's idea for this date night was to simply watch some movies while eating. He thought that this was the perfect plan, sadly it looked like you didn't share the same sentiment.
"Jeongguk," irritation was laced in your voice as you called your soulmate's name.
You were irritated for the reason that you felt like he didn't really want to be here.
Jeongguk seemed preoccupied. It was apparent when you asked him what film he wanted to watch. He simply said 'whatever you want," while staring at you blankly.
You let it pass at first, but you couldn't ignore it now that the movie had ended and it appeared like he didn't even realize.
Jeongguk was silent beside you, but he couldn't sit without fidgeting. The air was awkward. He looked awkward, like he was uncomfortable or something. He wasn't even eating his food.
"Did you like the movie? Were you scared?"
"Uh," Jeongguk was staring again. "I'm...yeah. It's pretty scary,"
"Oh." You narrowed your eyes at him. "I didn't know you were afraid of zombies."
"Yeah. I am," he wasn’t and you knew it.
You huffed, crossing your arms. He was such a liar.
"The movie that we just watched," you gritted your teeth. "Isn't about zombies, Jeongguk. It's not even a horror film. It's Toy Story 4!"
You were annoyed. Why did Jeongguk even ask to be with you when he wasn’t going to pay attention to you or to the things the two of you were supposed to do?
"I'm sorry..."
And there's it again. The insincere apology. He was always sorry, but he never changed.
"You know what? Just go home. I..." You trailed off as tears filled your eyes.
Why did you always have to make a fool of yourself because of him?
"I don't want you here."
Jeongguk's heart sank upon hearing the words that left your mouth.
"No please," he also turned pale, eyes turning wide because he wasn't expecting this date to turn out like this. What he wanted to happen was to enjoy the winter night cuddled with you as the two of you watched a romantic movie.
Jeongguk imagined watching Love 911 to give you an idea of some of the things he wanted to try with you.
"What do you mean no? It's obvious that you don't want to be here. You're not even paying attention."
"It's not like that," he avoided your gaze.
You only scoffed. Typical Jeongguk. Always telling you that you didn't get him.
"Then what is it? Why do you look uncomfortable? Why do you look like you don't want to be here—"
"I told you it's not like that!" He was staring at you using those big eyes. His thin beckoning lips protruded into a pout.
"I just!" He sighed like he found it hard to explain what he felt. "Can't concentrate on other things because all I can think about is you!”
"What—"
He didn't let you finish. Jeongguk was rambling. He was nervous. He didn't want you to get mad at him again.
"Your dress really looks so good on you and your make up is really nice. You're really pretty...and really beautiful and really sexy and I really just...really—"
"Huh." you pouted, slightly cringing because of his excessive use of the word really. "So now you're blaming the way I look?"
You were teasing him to get rid of the funny feeling in your stomach. Damn Jeongguk for confusing the hell out of you. You were supposed to be annoyed, but why were you smiling?
And why the hell was it so easy to melt into him?
"No!" Jeongguk groaned. He was getting frustrated. You seemed to always twist his words and extrapolate things.
"Look..." He closed his eyes since he couldn't bear to look at you anymore. He was scared to see the disappointment in your eyes.
"I just love you okay? Like really, really, in love with you."
Jeongguk's heartbeat doubled when you didn't speak.
Silence engulfed the whole room that he was forced to open his eyes.
His heart went even crazier. It was beating erratically.
Why were you staring at him with an agape mouth?
"What did you say?" You were no longer in the mood to fool around. Sure, you were teasing Jeongguk, but it didn't mean he could also joke about feelings and love.
It wasn't fair.
"I love you?" Jeongguk said, unsure.
He wasn't unsure of his feelings. He just didn't know if you were referring to the last words he uttered.
"You...love me?" You were still in doubt.
Jeongguk simply nodded his head; a soft smile was plastered on his lips as he scrunched his nose. You knew this look well. This was his genuine self and it only meant one thing.
He wasn't lying.
"But..." you bit the inside of your cheek. "This is the first time you told me that."
"I thought it's obvious?" Jeongguk mirrored your confused expression.
He expressed what he felt for you by singing. Jeongguk thought you understood.
You did not. The song lifted your spirit and you also found the gesture sweet, but you still didn't realize it was his way of confessing.
"I mean..." Jeongguk pouted his lips more. "Your eyes tell, right? You can see colors now."
As soon as these words escaped his mouth, Jeongguk felt like he had been hit by a truck—crushing his bones and telling him how stupid he was for crossing the street even though there were signs that told him to stop.
Signs.
The signs had been there all along.
"You love me..." Jeongguk blurted out. His realization was too sudden that he couldn't help but a cry a little.
You panicked as you asked him what was wrong.
"I wasted six months because of how stupid I am!" His answer was unclear.
"Gukkie," you put your hands on the either side of his shoulder, urging him to look at you. "You're not making sense. Speak slowly."
Jeongguk shook his head, tears still painting his cheeks. It was funny how the situation kept on turning around. Just a few breaths ago, you were the one who was on the verge of crying.
"I told you you didn't understand!" Jeongguk was still not making sense, but you decided to stay quiet and let him speak.
It looked like he needed an outlet for the reason that his emotions were overflowing.
"I left b'cause I thought...you...d-din't love me!" He sobbed and your heart cracked.
How could he think this way when all you had ever done was make him feel the love you felt for him?
Jeongguk's twisted expression told you that you had voiced out the question running inside your mind out loud.
"I called you delusional since I believed that you really are," he was bringing back the wounds that you were trying so hard to forget.
Still, you didn't stop him from speaking.
"H-How can you be sure you love me when I myself know that I am not worthy of your love?"
Jeongguk knew that he had always been mean to you. He hadn't done anything to make you fall in love with him that was why he was questioning your feelings.
It wasn't him whom you loved. It was the idea of him being your soulmate. You liked the thought that there was someone out there for you.
It made sense now, though. The fact that he could see colors brightly made him realize that your feelings were real, but it didn't mean he understood your reasons.
Jeongguk stood by his statement. He was unworthy of your love.
"You're not doubting yourself, Jeongguk." You shook your head at him, proving him otherwise. "You are doubting my feelings for you."
This wasn't about Jeongguk's beliefs. This was about you. You grew up thinking that when you felt like everything was collapsing, your only choice was to trust what you feel was right. It's because at the end of the day, you were going to be the one to face the consequence of your actions—not your parents, not your friends, and not even your soulmate. They would be affected by your decisions, yes, but only indirectly.
They could make their own choices that would directly affect their lives even if their choice was based on your decision. People would end up having different results even though they walked on the same path.
"But why me?" Jeongguk sounded broken as he asked this. It hurt you to think that he really thought so lowly of himself.
He couldn't be blamed. He loved Red before; however, it was still not enough. He had moved on from her, but it didn't mean that all the scars would fade away.
His first breakup up caused him to think that despite giving your one hundred percent, it would still be lacking for some people.
But you weren't some people.
You were you and you had your reason.
"Sometimes you don't need a reason to love someone." Your reason was not having a reason at all.
Your soulmate wasn't sure if he agreed to what you said.
Jeongguk didn't believe that just because things existed, it was already valid. Validation cannot be valid if one would not give enough reasons to prove why it's worth validating.
This was the reason why Jeongguk was questioning the love you claimed you felt. He needed reasons. He was just a human after all—always in need of affection and reassurance.
"I mean...I tried thinking of a reason why I shouldn't love you, but I just can't find any." Your confession made Jeongguk blush.
You had always been straight forward.
The way you loved was the opposite of how your soulmate loved. This was probably the explanation why it took him long to admit his feelings for you.
As stated, Jeongguk was in constant need of reason. His drawings of you were his proof of the love he felt.
"If you can't find any reason, then just allow me to tell you the million reasons why I love you."
He didn't wait for your answer. Jeongguk simply moved closer to you. His face was just inches away from yours.
"You're smart." And then he kissed your forehead.
You weren't only a book smart. You were emotionally intelligent. You had taught Jeongguk a lot of things, especially when it came to forgiveness and compassion.
"You're brave." He kissed you left eye.
He remembered the night you told him you liked him. It was in front of many people. You didn't hesitate even when he was running away.
"You're patient and understanding," he kissed your right eye.
You tried to understand Jeongguk's annoying attitude.
"You work hard in all aspects." He kissed your nose.
"You're beautiful," he kissed your left cheek.
You really were. Inside and out.
"It's you,"
Jeongguk didn't know if he could love someone who wasn't you.
"Most importantly, I love you because you are my soulmate." And then he kissed you on the lips.
You laughed in between the kiss, but you didn't stop kissing him back.
Did you forgive him?
The answer was yes.
Were you ready to love him again?
Perhaps.
Were you still hurt by his actions before?
Yes.
Did you want to be with him?
Yes.
There were many questions flooding your mind right now. Some of your answers might not be the truth, maybe you were just too happy right now—caught up in the moment because you were in Jeongguk's arms again.
But it didn't matter now because one thing was sure.
You were willing to love Jeon Jeongguk again because you didn't want to repeat his mistake.
You didn't want to lose your soulmate just because of hatred and denial.
Things were clear now.
Jeon Jeongguk loved you and the world was no longer black and white.
BONUS: (a poem made by young OC that made her realize why she should trust her own feelings)
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Go Go Let's Go! Let's Go! Dateko! (Pt 3)
⚠️THIS FIC IS 18+ NSFW, MINORS DNI ⚠️
Warnings: angst, swearing, fluff, smut mentioned
Word count: 7,000 +
You wake up the next morning fully exhausted.
After yet another round before you both cooked dinner, you ended dinner with Takuro fucking you against the wall as you gushed around his cock.
You hadn't fucked that much since you were in your early 20s. And for a man in his late 40s, Takuros stamina was unmatched.
It took you an hour to pack up and leave because he had to fuck you again in the bedroom and on the couch.
"I seriously can't get enough of you" He says as he walks you to your car.
"Well we will definitely be having more sleep overs very soon" you say as he kisses you.
"Dont leave" he says, hugging you tightly "Please stay"
"Taku I can't Kenji will be home soon" you say as you places kisses on his neck.
"When are we going to tell him Y/N? He deserves to know" Takuro said
He was right. Kenji needed to know. The last thing you wanted was to lie to your son,
"I'll talk to him tonight ok" you say as Takuro smiles at you and kisses you goodbye.
You arrive home grabbing your bag from the car. You hope Kenji isn't home yet as you approach your house. You see a light on.
fuck
You open the door and walk in.
"Hi Kenji, sorry I'm late. I was at grandma and gran-" you say as you look up to see your son glaring at you.
"Kenji are you ok?" You say with concern on your face.
"Oh I don't know mom. How would you feel if you saw your mother kiss your coach in public?" He says as your eyes widen.
"Thought I was going to grab some snacks but turns out I got a whole ass meal in the form of my mother making out with my volleyball coach! What in the actual fuck mom? How long? How long have you been lying to me?" He screams at you as you shutter back
You've never seen your son so angry as he is right now.
"It's one thing for you to come to out games Mom but for you to date my coach?? Seriously mom that's too far" Kenji screams at you as you stand there absorbing it all.
"I mean Jesus Christ mom! You couldn't go an date some other random man! Why can't you just get your own life! Instead you have to fuck my coach! I hate you!" He screams as he stomps to his room slamming his door.
You can't say anything. You're completely frozen.
He hated you. The words swarmed your mind over and over
Had you going out with Takurō really affected Kenji this much? You feel your eyes begin to swell as tears began to roll down your cheeks. You turn, slowly moving to your room as you feel the tears begin to fall faster.
You didn't sleep much that night. Not at all really. You couldn't believe you broke you child's trust like that. You hated yourself and hated that you made him so uncomfortable.
You had to talk to Takuro. You sent him an early text at 5am as you made your way to the kitchen. You noticed Kenji's door was still closed ad you made coffee and fruit to take to your room. You return to a message asking to meet you before morning practice.
You get dressed and leave the house without a sound. You try to be as quiet as you can be as to not disturb your sleeping kid. I've already messed up his life enough I don't want to mess up his sleep you say to yourself as you get in your car and drive to the school. It's 6:00am by the time you arrive. Takurō is already waiting for you.
You get out of your car as he notices the tears spilling from your eyes.
"Y/N what's wrong is everything ok?" He rushes to you and pulls you into a hug. Your tears completely drowning out everything, including the preying eyes of a certain 2nd year manager as she approaches the side of the school.
Mai stops when she sees you and the coach. She hears you crying and backs up next to the gym to listen.
"I'm sorry Takuro but I can't keep seeing you" you say as yu look at him with tears streaming down your face.
"I don’t understand Y/N I thought-" Takuro says concerned
"Kenji found out about our dates. Apparently he saw us with a few members of the team. He was really upset and told me I need to stay out of his school life" you say as your tears begin to flow quicker.
Takuro pulls you into a hug. He doesn't want you to be upset
"Y/N let me talk to him please I want to be with you" Takuro says as he pulls away placing his hand under your chin.
"Takuro no please he already hates me enough. I can't lose my son. He's right I should have never pryed in his life. I'm so sorry Takuro. I really like you but I can't do this to Kenji" you say as you back up to gave him.
Takuro is devastated to say the least. The women he cares so deeply for is forced to make a choice because he had crossed the line between parent and coach.
"No Y/N, it's my fault. I'm sorry that this happened. I don't blame you. If anything this is my fault. I should have been more responsible. You are Kenji's mom and I'm his coach. It was inappropriate" he says as he looks down.
Somehow it hurt even more to hear Takuro say those words. You knew he cared for you but he was trying to take the burden of your son's blame off of you.
Meanwhile Mai is both crying and furious.
Could Kenji really be this big of an ass?
"Thank you for supporting the boys Y/N. It was a pleasure" Takuro says as he waves to you turning to walk towards the gym.
You get in your car as you start to drive home. The tears consistently rolling down your cheeks. You park the car as you completely lose your cool. You start beating on the steering wheel screaming and crying as you let all your pent up emotions out.
you're neighbors probably think your insane
After 15 minutes you walk in the house, noticing Kenji's door is open. You decide to leave him be as you make your way to your room still sniffling from your car melt down.
You walk into your room and lay down. You've already called out of work for the day as you feel like you just mentally can't do it. You lay in bed as you feel the emotions take over again.
Meanwhile Kenji arrives at school. He's still mad about his discovery of yours and his coaches relationship. He can't believe you would do such a thing to him. To invade his personal life like that.
Coach doesn't say anything though out practice. Kenji figures his mom already has him in her side through this whole ordeal. Why wouldn't he be?
"Mai can you tell coach we need to get the jerseys altered" Kenji says to Mai as she watches coach look to Kenji and walk out of the gym.
"Tell him yourself" Mai says snarkily as she turns away.
"Mai just do it" Kenji says "i’m not in the mood today"
"Why because you’re ashamed you made your mom cry" Mai yells as the team stops.
Mai looks at Kenji and she's pissed.
"You know you have the sweetest kindest mom in the entire world and she's happy. But you can't have that can you Kenji because you're a massive ass" Mai screams.
Kenji is heated. He doesn't know how Mai found out but he isn't going to take being yelled at.
"Mai you have no idea what you're even talking about so just butt out" Kenji screams at her and Aone walks in from of Mai forming a protective barrier.
"It's ok Aone. I'm not scared of Kenji" she says as steps in front of Aone "you know what I saw this morning Kenji? I saw your mom and coach in the parking lot. And your mom was crying. Like hard core crying telling coach that she couldn't see him anymore."
Mai is shouting at Kenji as Kenji just stares.
You were really crying? And worse is he caused it?
"You know Kenji your mom goes out of her way to do everything for this team! Coach shows interest in her and she likes him back and suddenly its an attack on you?" Mai is screaming at this point, tears flowing down her face.
The team watches in shock. They have never seen Mai this angry before.
"Newsflash asshole you're mom is allowed to be happy! She told coach she couldn't see him anymore because of you! She told him she didn't want to hurt YOU KENJI. Your mom is heartbroken and she's worried because he son is upset because she's happy? Give me a fucking break!" Mai screams one last time as she turns to walk out of the gym, slamming the door behind her.
The boys stand in silence. Kenji is shocked.
you really liked coach that much and you really cared enough about him to ruin whatever you and coach had going on?
The team turns as they shake their heads in disbelief at Kenji, even Aone shows emotion.
"You are the only one who sees an issue here Kenji" he speaks as he walks back to join the team.
Kenji walks out of the gym doors as he slides down the outer walls. He really was being an ass. He didn't care about your feelings only his own personal standings as the captain of the iron wall.
He got up walking to the coaches office. He knocks as Takuro directs him to enter.
Takuro looks up at Kenji and back to his paperwork. He doesn't sound good. He sounds like he's upset.
"Yes Futakuchi" Takuro chokes out.
Kenji clears his throat "do you really care about her?"
Takuro looks up from his work spinning around his in chair.
"I do but she made it clear that you come first. As a good mother should. You are really lucky to have her. She cares for your very deeply and she loves you so very much" he says she he swivels around facing his work with his arms resting in his desk as his hands lean against his forehead
"I see" he says as he crosses his arms in front of his chest "then I guess I owe you both an apology".
Takuro turns in his chair to see a soft smiling Kenji as a smile slowly appears on his face.
The day seems to drag on. It's only 4pm but it feels like you've been in bed for days. You decide to get up and shower, planning to make dinner before Kenji comes home. He might not want to speak with you but you're still his mother.
You shower and walk to the kitchen to prepare dinner. You start to sniffle again as you try not to let it go into a full blown cry session. You hear the door open as you continue to cut up vegetables.
You don't hear anything as you look up to see your tall son leaning against the door frame to the kitchen with his arms crossed in front of his chest.
You smile lightly as you try not to cry more. The tears seem to flow no matter how hard you try to control them.
"Mom" Kenji says in a sweet voice.
You look up smiling at him as you wipe your tears "Oh hi sweetheart how was practice?"
He frowns walking over to you as he hugs you from behind. No longer being able to control the tears you turn around hugging your son as you crying into his shoulder.
"Kenji I'm so sorry. Please forgive me! I didn't mean to ruin your life. I just got excited and-" you say as your tears continue to wet his date tech tracksuit.
"Mom stop ok" Kenji says as he pulls away placing hands on your shoulders.
"Mom I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I was a complete ass to you. I didn't even listen to your side of the story" he says as he looks at you ashamed "you've done so much for me and I ruined your happiness."
"It's ok baby I overstepped my boundaries. I'm sorry" you say as you hug him.
"Mai told me what happened with you and coach" Kenji said sweetly as he looks at your shocked face.
"M-Mai was there" you say as your eyes widen.
"Yeah and I'm glad she was. She told me what happened. She told me you told coach you couldn't see him" Kenji said looking down at you.
"It's ok Kenj. Coach was ok with it. He understood you came first" you say sweetly.
"Well Im not ok with it" Kenji says as he pulls away from you walking towards your front door. He opens the door for someone as your eyes widen.
"T-Takuro?" you say as you place your hands over your mouth.
"Hi Y/N" he says as he goes to hug you. You hug him back as you cry into this shoulder.
"Shh it's ok Y/N" he says as you break from the hug.
"Kenji?" you say questioningly to your son
"Mom I realized your happiness is more important than my reputation" he says as he looks at both you and coach.
"Kenji" you say as you start to cry yet again going to hug your son "you're really ok with this?"
"Yeah mom. I'm happy if your happy. Now go get ready. Coach is taking you out on a date or whatever" he says as he rolls his eyes and waves his hand walking go his room.
"Really" you say as you run back to Takuro and he chuckles. "Yes sweetheart" he says as he leans down the kiss you.
"God I'm never going to get use to this" Kenji says as he closes his bedroom door.
You both laugh as you deepen the kiss with the man of your affections.
*2 days later*
"Oh Ms. Futakuchi! It's so nice to see you" Obara shouts as Kenji rolls his eyes walking the complete other way as you and Takuro stroll into practice hand in hand.
"Thank you! It's nice to see you too" you smile.
"I see Mai got through to Kenji" Obara smirks as the rest of the team laughs.
"Alright time for laps" Kenji screams clapping his hands together trying to avoid the inevitable
"Wait what did Mai say?" You look at Kenji as he hides his face then to coach who starts laughing.
Mai was looking down at the floor, softly smiling.
"Well our sweet Mai laid in hard to ole Kenji. She told him he was being an ass and told him that you deserved the world" he says as he grabs your waist.
"Mai" you say as your mouth gapes and your eyes sparkle "Thank you!"
You run to hug her as she hugs you back.
"Marry this one Kenji! I like her a lot more than I like you" you snicker as you turn to leave practice.
Kenji just smiles as you walk hand in hand with Coach out of the gym.
"Whatever you say mom. Whatever you say"
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Afterglow (A Bucky Barnes AU fan fiction) - Chapter 16
Afterglow chapters
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The sun glared through the thin sheet of the tent, making your listless self stir beneath the blankets draped over your naked body. Cautious not to wake Bucky, who had his arms wrapped around you, you carefully buried your face deeper in his neck but he wasn't that much of a deep sleeper as you thought he would be.
"Good morning, sleepyhead." He said, pulling you closer.
"G'morning." You replied, smiling against his skin. "Have you been awake this whole time?"
"Yes. I didn't want to wake you. You looked so peaceful sleeping."
"Someone tired me out last night."
Bucky chuckled, sending a low vibration on top of your head. "Hmm, how was he?"
"He's pretty good in bed." You chuckled. "But pretty creepy when he refers to himself in the third person."
You stayed right there for another hour — in each other's embrace, in heat, in thin sheets, in profound silence, still taking pleasure in the afterglow of what had transpired last night: the intimacy in each other's skin, of each other's mouths, of each other's everything. A kind of intimacy you never dared share with anyone, not even with your serious ex-boyfriend.
Before the both of you got up and headed down the fire escape and then to the apartment, you had looked at him one last time and asked yourself the same question you had asked Bucky the first time you were here on the rooftop:
"Have you ever felt that kind of feeling?" You asked.
"What feeling?"
"The afterglow feeling."
Was this the kind of afterglow you sought after?
You shook your head, suddenly feeling ridiculous. Perhaps it was the sex; just that. The most amazing, mindblowing sex I ever had in my life, you thought. The more you described it that way while descending down the stairs and entering the apartment through the window (while wearing Bucky's shirt which looked huge on you, by the way), the more you believed it was just because of that. Besides, it was something that had given you sweet, sweet pleasure, something that made me feel like you were high on drugs, something that made you feel alive, something that made you feel things you didn't even know you could — the after of it all, of course, was worth so much more.
You both went straight to the bathroom to wash your faces and brush your teeth as soon as you got in. Of course, you took way more time than he did. He soon went to the kitchen to prep breakfast. You approached him afterwards, his bare back exposed to you while cracking some eggs into a bowl.
Without any hesitation at all, you wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his back. You caught a whiff of his scent, even though he reeked of sex, the vanilla-lavender hint never faded.
"Whatcha cookin', good-lookin'?" You asked, taking a peek on the table.
"I was thinking of making you Japanese omelettes today." He stopped whipping for a second to face you. He placed a finger on your chin, tilting it upwards, and proceeded to kiss me.
"Have I told you you have the softest lips?" He whispered after.
"Yes, you did." You laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck. "And you kept reminding me last night."
"Good. You should be reminded of all the beautiful things you possess." He rested his hands on your hips. You wanted to shy away from the mention of the word beautiful but you didn't.
You have always received compliments, yes, but you never learned how to respond to them unless they tell you how to: "Oh for god's sake, just say thank you." Most people compliment you just because they have to, because social convention dictates them to (especially when you're at a party). Some, perhaps only five percent, genuinely compliment you.
But the spontaneity of last night — all the compliments Bucky kept giving you, all the "beautiful" being said over and over and over, were playing in your head like a broken record. Even after he saw all the folds, the rolls, stretch marks, scars, and acne marks.
It wasn't just that. He admired every single one of your photos down at the bar, photos you worked hard for, photos people kept neglecting. He talked about them like how you imagined someone actually talking about them. He talked to you about the beauty of art like how you wanted to talk to someone about it (Weirdly so, you picked friends you had nothing in common with: Nat just wanted to gossip, Steve preferred to be mysterious, Peter was all about business, Wanda was the one person you could talk to about these but you chose not to anymore, and Nick... was just Nick). It was like reading each other's minds.
You treated each as a compliment.
The five percent you were talking about? Bucky was it.
He pulled you out of your thoughts by sliding his hands to your ass, squeezing the cheeks for a bit, then placing them on the back of your thighs. You smiled then jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist. He placed you on top of the counter next to all the ingredients he had prepared.
He grabbed your face and continued to make-out, leaving the eggs on the bowl raw and unwhisked.
"You should," you said in between kisses, "go back to cooking. I'm starving."
"Y'know, you could just eat me."
"Sorry, I want cooked eggs."
He pulled away from, yet his hands stayed on your waist. With a cute pout on his face, he said: "Mean."
You broke into laughter after that and you watched him cook this Japanese omelette he kept talking about.
"I would make you the most amazing Japanese omelette — and the most complicated one, by the way. It took me months to perfect that — but I'm too lazy to prepare the rice." He chuckled, grabbing an apron. "So, I'm just going to make you the normal one. It's called Tamagoyaki."
"Hmm, interesting." You commented. "I just do mine sunny-side up. Crack an egg on a pan. That's it. It's an underrated hack, really."
He laughed. "It's a good thing I'm here then." He proceeded to heat the pan, and throw some butter on it once the heat was good enough.
"You told me you only know how to cook breakfast, right? Why is that?"
"The same reason why you cook your eggs sunny-side up."
"It's easy?"
"Not just easy." He replied. "It's the easiest of all meals! Toast, eggs, bagels, bacon — see, they're pretty easy."
You frowned, tilting your head. "You know, most times, you say the most profound things but you do say the weirdest, silliest things sometimes."
It was like two people were fighting against each other inside him: the child, and the man.
He laughed at your comment and said nothing further as he concentrated on cooking. You watched him move around the kitchen as the minutes passed by. And while you talked about the small things in life, you couldn't help but wonder how this Bucky, standing right in front of you, kissing you, holding you, was much more different — way more different than the Bucky you knew in Peter's stories.
The thing you liked about it though, was that both versions excited you. You longed for spontaneous adventures, ones that you’d keep forever, ones that would remind you of the days of your youth, ones you too stuck up to do, and you longed for conversations like this, and the ones you and Bucky have had before, conversations that made you see more of life's beauty and appreciate it.
That same afternoon, you spent it lying down on a couch in each other's arms, watching a movie he guilted you into watching: Roman Holiday. You made side commentaries while you watched, how lame the lines were, how cheesy they all sounded, but at the same time, amazed at how things have changed since then.
"Ugh, I love me a vespa." You said, watching the vespa speed away on the streets. "I would just love to ride around New York city in a vespa and just pull off some Roman Holiday in this bitch."
"I have to admit, that does look fun."
And somewhere halfway through the film, when Bucky was making small circles with his finger on your waist (igniting fire within you, and at the same time, making you weak on your knees), you ended up making out, grabbing and touching each other beneath your clothes, and taking them all off, sending them flying all over the living room floor, and repeating what you did last night — except it was in broad daylight and Bucky dominated over you, over and over and over, flesh on flesh. You kept screaming each other's names. He kept fucking you into oblivion, taming the mad woman in you.
You laid there on your back, pulling down his neck with your right hand, making your foreheads touch, locking your eyes together, telling him to go "faster, deeper", digging deep and scratching into his back with your nails, making him hiss out your name, and at the same time, crying out his name repeatedly like a chant, making you forget your own.
You felt the droplets of his sweat on your skin, mixed with your own. You watched him ravish you, watched the pleasure consume him wholly, and watched his eyes roll back as he came inside.
"I really can't get enough of you, babydoll." He growled, and kissed you one last time before you showered and headed down to work.
-
"You look different." Nat observed, sitting on one of the high stools across you. "Did you do something with your face?"
"No, I didn't." You grimaced, shaking your head.
"Then, why are you glowing?"
"Quit staring."
She chose not to listen to you and kept on following you with her eyes as you moved around the counter. "Oh my god, I know what it is — "
"Goddamn it, Nat — "
" — you had sex!"
She cackled, gesturing you towards the booth with a sharp tone: "Booth. Now."
You followed suit. It was crystal clear in that moment that you had no other choice, that she held the upper hand in this friendship. You were starting to think that perhaps this friendship you were pursuing with Nat was a mistake as she kept on berating you about the information she just acquired.
"There's no way in hell I'm telling you all about it." You huffed, sitting across from her.
"I'll tell you one thing, though," she said, "I'm a fucking prophet."
"Don't be such a smug bitch." You rolled your eyes. "No one likes a smug bitch."
"What did I tell you about this Bucky thing, huh?" She smirked, ignoring you. Again. "Come on, spill the beans! I wanna hear everything!"
You shook your head unamused. "Nope. No way."
She groaned. "Please? Nothing exciting is ever happening in this bar but now I have this! You!"
"How about you and Steve humping each other like bunnies?" You bit your inner cheeks to prevent your lips from smiling. "That's gotta be exciting."
"Let's not talk about me and Steve."
"So, it's okay if we talk about my sex life but not yours?"
"Exactly."
You frowned. "You're a weird friend."
"No." She leaned in. "I'm a miracle-worker that happens to be your new best friend, by the way — "
"Parker's my best friend — "
" — and you should at least thank me. I am more than welcome, by the way."
"Nat, if you don't stop I swear to God I'm gonna out you and Steve to the whole ass bar." You groaned, knocking your forehead against the table. Coincidentally, you could actually out them of the closet knowing they were actually doing it in one of the closets here in the bar (yes, you found a condom wrapper lying around one time. Knowing what had transpired in that small space, believe you me, you sprinted the fuck out of there).
"Ugh fine, fine." She said, making you stop banging your head and forcing you to look at her. "Just tell me this... Was it good?"
You rolled your eyes. "Fine, yes, it was good."
"Just good?"
You sighed in defeat, leaning back on the cushioned backrest of the booth. "It was the best I ever had." Nat bit her lip, hiding a squeal. "There. Ya happy?"
"Now, I'm curious! Please, y/n, you have to tell me. I gots to know! Okay, tell me, how big was he?"
"What?! No, I'm not gonna tell you that."
"Come on, I'll trade you Steve's."
"Ew, Nat! Gross!" You cringed. "I don't wanna know that!"
Then, she proceeded to move her hands in the opposite direction slowly, "tell me when to stop." You shook your head and just watched her in plain amusement as she continued to do it. Her jaw dropped. "Oh my god, this big? Seriously?"
"I'm not telling you anything."
"Come on, you told me about the time you kissed!"
"That's different." You scoffed. "This one's... intimate."
"Ooohhh, intimate. Well, I've never heard anyone describe sex that way."
"It was just different, okay? Good different." You replied. "And that's all I'm telling you."
She heaved a sigh, finally accepting the fact that you won't go anywhere past what you just told her. "Okay, at least you gave me something. Do you mind if I ask you something real, though? I swear this is the last time. It's not about sex, I promise."
Convinced, you nodded. "Go ahead."
"So, are you guys dating now? Or is it just, ya know, fooling around?"
You sat there, undoubtedly floored by the question. You had never even given it a thought. It never crossed your mind until Nat just made you realize the consequences of yesterday, last night and this afternoon, the inevitable. Were you dating? Will you ever talk about it? Is he even considering it? Or will you just continue to have sex without ever talking about dating?
"I, uh, I don't know. We didn't talk about it."
"Well, clearly there's gotta be something, right? That it's not just fooling around. I mean you said it was intimate, that it was good different — whatever that means." said Nat. "There's gotta be something deep?"
You looked at Natasha with astonishment, baffled by the things coming out of her mouth. Apparently,you were still on cloud nine to think about any kind of repercussion, to think about what could happen next to afterglow.
"I guess?"
"Do you like him?"
"Clearly, I do."
Unlike Nat, you were stunned by your answer. You answered that question faster than the speed of light.
She smirked at you in response. "You are so gonna fall in love."
"Shut your hole, Nat."
The door flew open suddenly, revealing Bucky and Sam, which got you up your feet. Instinctively and ignoring Nat, you approached him halfway and greeted him with a kiss which he gladly reciprocated, all the things you and Nat just talked about disappearing into this sweet, sweet kiss.
"Hey you." You breathed after pulling away from his lips.
"Hey, babydoll."
"Oh hey, Sam."
"Hey, babydoll." Sam mocked, a smirk playing on his lips. "That's a cute name. What is that? French?"
Bucky smacked his friend on the stomach, making Sam groan and glare at him. "So, it's not French?"
"Sam." Bucky warned which Sam only found funny.
Bucky kept his hand on your waist as you approached the booth, with Sam behind us. Nat, who was still sitting on the booth, cocked her head on the side and eyed Bucky up and down. "Bucky, Sam... This is Nat from the night before." You introduced them to each other before you made them sit in the booth.
"Do you boys want anything to drink?" Nat asked.
"We'll have scotch." Bucky replied, giving Nat a friendly smile. "On the rocks."
"Actually, I don't know how to make drinks, I just asked to be nice."
You rolled your eyes at Nat, laughing lightly. "Don't worry, I got them." You approached the counter and prepared the drinks while Nat followed your trail.
"Babydoll?" She asked. "Steve doesn't even have a nickname for me."
"Okay, I have to ask this since you already did it to me anyway." You said, pouring scotch on the glasses. "Are you and Steve dating? Or is it just, like you said, fooling around?"
"We're friends... with benefits."
"So, just fooling around then?" You asked.
"Yeah, you can put it that way."
"Aren't you worried he might want something more than that? Like a relationship? He does seem like a man who wants to settle, y'know."
"Aren't you worried your new boy toy might want something like that too?"
You fell silent just as you were about to finish the drinks. You weren't worried about that, no. You were worried about you, wanting something more, something you haven't had in a long time, something Bucky hasn't had.
"The chances of me and Steve getting even serious are very slim." She whispered. "But you and Bucky? Now, that's a big fat chance. It doesn't even matter how long you guys have known each other. If there's chemistry, then you can't do anything about it, and the way you described your whole thing with him? Babydoll," she smirked, proud of herself, "if that's not chemistry then I don't know what is."
"As far as I can remember, you're the one who told me to just 'go where the river takes you' and now you're confusing me with these things!" You hissed, looking over at the booth and making sure Bucky won't hear your little banter.
She rolled her eyes at you. "Okay, okay, okay... Allow me to paint you a picture, y/n."
"Paint me a picture — ?"
"Do you know where the river takes you? A waterfall." Nat cut youoff. "Now, right now, you're still on a boat, just gliding through the river, going where the flow takes you. Then some time now, you're gonna hit a fast stream until boom, waterfalls, and when you reach the top of the falls, inevitably, you're gonna fall... fall in love, that is, with the hunky rich man over there. See? Painting a picture. I can be smart too."
You kept Nat's words in the back of your mind until you gave Bucky and Sam their drinks, saving them for later. Nat had to go out for a while to smoke outside, leaving you, Sam and Bucky in the booth, discussing the project you had with Sam's line, updating you with all the dates and details. Seeing as you'll soon be leaving the bar by the end of the week, you offered to start first thing next week.
"But I could actually give you a little pitch presentation just before we start shooting," you added, "idea decks we can work with, like styles, and some mood boards that fit your whole apparel aesthetic. But first, I need to know your brand bible, like your target audience, the tone of your business — stuff like that — just so I can prepare for the presentation."
"Wow, you know a lot about the business industry." Sam replied, amused.
"I used to major in business and finance." You sighed. "It does come in handy with my photography."
Under the table, Bucky reached for your hand, interlacing your fingers together and squeezing your hand three times which elicited a smile.
"Oh, I can give you a tour!" Sam enthusiastically said. "We can go to the office and to some of the stores; maybe the one in Fifth Street. We've actually received the shipment for the new designs. We could discuss everything then. How does tomorrow sound? Bucky can come with ya."
"Tomorrow works, yes! Tomorrow's perfect." You agreed.
You broke out in a smile, leaning on Bucky's side who was more than glad to see you discussing with Sam about the project, squeezing you hand once more, three times.
"Then, it's settled!" Sam boomed. "Now, where's the toilet? I think I got a little too excited."
You threw you head back, laughing. "Right down the hall over there." You pointed.
As soon as Sam was gone, Bucky turned towards you and held your face with his hands, planting a soft kiss on your lips. "You sound so hot talking like that."
You chuckled, sliding closer towards him, your thighs brushing past each other. "You and your weird mind, Bucky I swear to God."
With his lips pressed on yours, you didn't even notice the door open, didn't even notice Steve walk in. You pulled away, hearing Steve clearing his throat. With your hands still on Bucky, you turned towards Steve, who was clearly entertained, and sent him a huge smile.
"H-hey, Rogers." You chuckled nervously. "You remember Bucky."
"Mr. Barnes." Steve nodded at Bucky.
"Mr. Rogers."
You frowned at their formal exchange. "Bucky's actually here with his friend, Sam Wilson. I'm starting a project with him for his business that'll start next week. We were just, uh, discussing the details."
"In his mouth?" Steve smirked.
"Steve." You hissed. "Not cool, man."
"So, where's this Sam Wilson?" Steve asked, looking to his right.
"On your left."
Steve turned around on his left at Sam's voice. Both men stared at each other for a while before introducing each other and shaking each other's hands. Weirded out, you turned to Bucky and asked if they knew each other, if the three of them knew each other (as you now remembered that time when Bucky and Steve met here in the bar).
Bucky shook his head no. "Maybe he's just one of those familiar faces you see on the street." He whispered, but as Steve went straight to his office, and as Sam got back in the booth, a weird tension surfaced that was cut off by Nat entering the bar, together with some customers who were more than happy to be the first ones here.
"That's my cue." You sighed, standing up and letting go of Bucky's hands before going to the counter and greeting the customers.
You felt your phone vibrate against your back pocket after a few seconds. You opened it, and on the screen was a message from Peter:
Sorry couldn't get to you sooner. Lost my charger on the way to the cabin! Schmidt didn't want me to borrow his until I did everything he told me to. Everything's great! I'll send you pictures when I can.
Hope Bucky's taking good care of you. Miss you, y/n. I'll see you in a few days!
Your fingers hovered on the screen as you glanced at Bucky who caught your eyes. He winked at you while taking a sip from his drink and licked his lip afterwards, eyeing you up and down.
Tell Schimdt I'll beat his ass when he comes back. See you in a few days, Parker!
A series of what happened between you and Bucky flashed in your mind, making you bite your lip.
And don't worry, Bucky's taking good care of me.
... such good care.
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