#i get so sad whenever hes doing sad scenes because just hearing his voice sound heartbroken makes ME heartbroken

[lostxmelody]

i will never be able to put into words how amazing it is to have hanae natsuki play mikoto

#milgram #im actually this guys biggest fan #i freak out over his role announcements literally every time i see them even if i have no fuckin idea who hes playing #im just happy hes getting roles man #such a phenomenal voice actor #i get so sad whenever hes doing sad scenes because just hearing his voice sound heartbroken makes ME heartbroken #doesnt matter how dogshit the rest of the series was #if a hanae natsuki character is sad then IM sad #im emotionally deranged over mikoto. as u can imagine #lxm textposts #also in case anyone doesnt know he has a youtube channel #and its the funniest fucking thing ever because he only plays horror games #and the other day he posted a lethal company video and its like #dude why is kayano mikoto playing lethal company LMFAO #god i wish i knew japanese i just watch these vids having absolutely no idea whats being said but i enjoy it so much anyway

[lyjen]

Duty Calls pt. 3

Summary: Patience is key, is what they say. Evan doesn’t know how to hold himself together, while (Y/n) is in surgery.

A/N: This is the last part of “Duty Calls”. Requests are welcome! :)

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Part 2:

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Evan was pacing through the room. At times like these, waiting on someone he cared about, he couldn’t sit still. This was the only thing he could do what made him calm down a little. His heart was pounding in his chest. 

“Buck, can you please just sit down?” Eddies voice sounded through Evan’s eardrums. 

The 118 was in the hospital too. Evan wanted to stay, and they wanted to support him. Even though they didn’t knew the sergeant he seemed to have a close connection with. So they decided to take the rigs out of service, so they could be with him. 

He had promised her, he’d be waiting for her. He couldn’t break that promise. He didn’t have the heart to do that. He couldn’t just go back out there, fighting fires and saving people when one of the people he cared most about was hurt. 

For other people, she was just another cop who had gotten hurt on call. But not for Evan. There was an unexplainable chemistry between them, which they couldn’t ignore or deny. 

“Why is it taking so long” Evan murmured while he paced again through the waiting room. Completely ignoring Eddie’s request to sit down. Evan let his hands rest on top of his head. He was clearly impatient and getting anxious.

“Hey, she’s in good hands. At times like this, patience is key.” Bobby’s voice sounded through the waiting room, while his eyes connected with Evan. “I just wished she mentioned her stomach was hurting earlier. Maybe then she wouldn’t have coded on scene.” Evan’s voice sounded broken. He was clearly blaming himself for not noticing she had gotten hurt. Even though she seemed fine, and wasn’t complaining. Evan put his forehead against the wall, he wanted to slam his head into the wall, but he knew it wouldn’t make anything about this situation better. He was angry, sad, happy because she made it to the hospital alive. So many feelings were rushing through his body, he couldn’t describe it. 

He felt a body standing closer to his side. A hand fell on his shoulder as he was still leaning with his forehead against the wall. He pulled his head back, so he wasn’t leaning on the wall anymore, as he looked to his right. Hen was looking at him with a concerned look on her face. She squeezed his shoulder. “You shouldn’t be blaming yourself for this. You couldn’t have known.” Hen tried to talk him out of the negative thoughts he had. “I was with her the entire time. From when she got out of that house, till the moment she collapsed in my arms. I could’ve noticed something!” Evan hissed. 

“She was fine when I saw the two of you sitting on the back of the ambulance. There weren’t any signs she gave you, or us to notice that gunshot wound.” Hen assured him, letting him know that he didn’t miss anything. He didn’t do anything wrong. “But. What I do know, is that she isn’t going to get any better if you keep blaming yourself for this.“

“And that, that girl is not agreeing with your conclusion.” Hen continued after a moment of silence. Hen motioned towards the chairs with her head. “Come on, let’s sit down.” she said. Evan wanted to say no to her. That he wouldn’t sit down until they had news on his new friend, may I say crush. 

But Evan finally agreed to sit down. Evan sat down next to Eddie, who gave him a pat on the shoulder. And Hen gave him a pat on the knee. Telling him he was okay. Evan’s elbows leaned on his thighs as a hand wiped over his face. Patience is key. 

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Every now and then, a nurse or doctor enters the waiting room, calling out a patients name. Every time when one of the workers enters the room, he could hear his own heartbeat pounding in both of his ears. He sat up straight, waiting to hear them call (Y/n)’s name. Whenever they didn’t call out her name, he sunk back into his chair. 

After a rough 40 minutes, after the last doctor had left the room, another doctor enters the waiting room. Evan sat up straight again, focussed on the doctor. Hoping to hear her name. 

“(Y/n) (Y/L/n)?” The doctor calls out. As soon as Evan hears the sound of the first two letters, he jumped up and hurried towards the place where the doctor was standing. As soon as the doctor turned to Evan, she started to explain the situation. “H-how is she?” He stuttered. He felt a few more people coming to stand behind him and on the side. Bobby put out his hand on his shoulder. 

“Your friend is fine, the surgery went well. We removed the bullet from her body and were able to clean up the mess it made to her organs. The only thing we couldn’t prevent is that she may get a mark from the wound. She also inhaled a lot of smoke, so we got her on some medication for the symptoms, and of course oxygen.” The doctor explains. It’s a lot. Evan panted, as he releases a breath he didn’t knew he was holding. “Thank you.” He speaks through his breaths. “Uh, can I see her?” He carefully asked the doctor. 

The doctor closed the document she was holding in her hands and held it in front of her body. “Yes, you can. But, she is still coming back around from the anesthesia. So it may be that she’s still asleep. She just came out of the surgery 15 minutes ago so she should be waking up any minute now.” The doctor answered. Evan didn’t have the words for it. So he nodded at the doctor as she leaves the group of people standing in the waiting room. 

Evan turned to his team. “What are you waiting for? This is your time!” Chimney said as he stuffed a crisp in his mouth while he grabbed for some more out of the little bag.  “What am I supposed to say to her?” He asks his team. Eddie laughed. 

“So.. you’ve been waiting in this room for hours. And now you’re panicking about that?” Eddie spoke. Evan didn’t know what to say, so he just went silent and stared awkwardly to the ground. “Dude just ask her out. We’ve seen the way you act around her.” Eddie continued. 

“Okay so, you want me to go in there and be like: Hey! Welcome back! Do you want to go on a date?” He says with a fake smile like the question didn’t make any sense. Eddie put his hands on his hips and stared at Evan with a serious look projected on his face. “You know that’s not what I meant.” He looks him dead in the eye. “Okay now… Buck, calm down. Just be you, that’s more than enough. And you know that.” Bobby interrupted the two and puts a hand on Evan’s shoulder. “If you need us, we’ll be here.” Bobby nodded towards Evan, as a sign for him to go. 

Evan nodded, and spun on his heels and walked through the hallway. 

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Evan peeked through the window of the room, which was partly covered with blinds.  He saw her just lying there on the hospital bed. Her eyes were closed and underneath her nose was an oxygen tube. He just stood there, in front of that window. Looking at (Y/n), but with the tube underneath her nose, it was like he didn’t recognize her. She was always smiling when she was near Evan. That’s how he remembered her. 

With a trembling hand, Evan’s hand slipped onto the lever of the door. He took a deep breath, pushed the lever down and opened the door of the hospital room (Y/n) was in. Evan slowly walked into the room and took place on the left side of the hospital bed she was lying on. Still asleep from the anesthesia. 

After a few moments of just observing her, his hand slid into hers, and he gave it a reassuring squeeze. He sighed. Unsure what to do, should he say something? Should he stay quiet? He didn’t knew. As he feels (Y/n)’s fingers putting a little pressure on his hand. His eyes went from their hands together, to her eyes. She was slowly coming back around. She blinked, her eyes adjusting to the suddenly bright LED Lights on the ceiling shining into her eyes. A smile started to form itself on Evan’s face as he notices she was opening her eyes.

“Hey there sleepyhead” Evan spoke softly. The familiar voice ranging into her eardrums made her smile weakly. She scanned the room. (Y/n) was trying to figure out what was happening. She felt something underneath her nose, her right hand slowly made its way to her upper lip where oxygen tube was resting on. She wanted to grab it, and pull it away, but Evan’s other hand stopped her from grabbing the tube. “No, no, no.. don’t touch that.” His voice sounded as he pulled her other hand away too. He was now holding both of her hands, and gave them a gently squeeze. Her eyes met his again, “You’re still here” she whispered, barely audible. “I told you I’d be here, I don’t break my promises.” He reacted and pulled a chair, which was standing next to the hospital bed, closer and took a seat as he looses the grip on her hands. 

(Y/n) placed her hand on his cheek. Evan smiled slightly at the touch, and felt jitters jumping up and down in his stomach. “What did the doctor say?” She asks, her hand still remaining on his cheek. He took the hand of his cheek, so he was able to speak freely. And took her hand in both of his, elbows resting on the mattress of the bed. “The surgery went well, they took out the bullet. But you inhaled a lot of smoke, but you got meds for that.” He answered her question. “The doctor also told me that the wound probably will leave a mark.” He continued. Her neutral look which was projected on her face, seemed to fade. And morphed into a sad look. 

A feeling of sadness and failure rushed through her veins. She was marked for life if the scar didn’t fade away. Every time she would look at herself in the mirror, she would be remembered of that call. It wasn’t the worst memory, but she would’ve tried to forget it as soon as possible. But with that mark on her, she would always be reminded of that day. 

She feels one of Evan’s hand rubbing over her wrist. And kissed her hand. “It’s gonna be okay.” He tried to reassure her. (Y/n) just stared in front of her, into the space of the room. “you’re gonna have a bad ass scar.” Evan tried to give her a pep talk. She wanted to smile because of his reaction. But she couldn’t.

The room filled itself with silence. 

Evan tried to make the best out of things. “You know, if I looked at the mark..” he started. “The first thing I’d think of is how brave you were, to get into that basement all by yourself. All that matters is that you pushed your own feelings a side, to try and stop a simple argument. And yes, there went something wrong, but you got yourself out of there. That’s what I’d see.” He finished his speech. 

They were silent. Just looking each other in the eyes. (Y/n) looked to her right, so she wasn’t facing Evan anymore. She bit her lower lip, trying to bite away the tears which were blurring her vision. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to blink her tears away. 

After a few moments, she felt a hand cupping her cheek, which made her head move towards Evan, so she was facing him now again. His thumb swiped away a tear, which was starting to roll over her cheek. Adrenaline ignited in (Y/n)’s stomach. His eyes were dwarreling from her eyes, to her lips. His hand moved from her cheek to her neck. Evan came closer to her and conquered her lips. She placed her hand on his cheek. Their lips disconnected, she could feel his breathing, he was panting. Her nose was almost touching his. 

He looked into her eyes and she looked into his. When their eyes connected, they both smiled. Evan took a breath and let his forehead fell against hers. 

This is going to be an interesting little relationship. 

#evanbuckley #eddiediaz #911 fox #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley imagine #buck imagine #buck x reader #911 imagine #911 #911 abc #imagine #evan buckley

[lisimcpisi]

omg you guys Bumblebee is such an underrated movie and I do not see as much hype for it as it should get

I specifically wanna talk about the scene where Charlie and Bumblebee meet for the first time because ohhh man does it give the warm fuzzies

I never really got into the bayverse movies mostly cuz of the amount of action and violence that I was never a fan of. I always gravitated more towards the story/character-based aspects of TF. So having such an intimate scene between Charlie and Bee hit all the right notes for me

For one thing, it's so jarring, but in a kinda good way, to see Bumblebee's drastic change in personality and demeanor. In the opening scene on Cybertron (which is so badass btw), Bumblebee is this snarky, skilled badass warrior, and despite losing his voicebox and having multiple injuries, he's still able to completely annihilate Blitzwing on Earth. And then here, we see that same bot but with lost puppy energy. He's scared, hides away from Charlie, with the biggest adorable eyes in the world. He doesn't even try to run away and like smash a wall through the garage. He just stays backed up in the corner, watching Charlie.

literally everything that happens once Bumblebee leans into Charlie's hand is so fucking adorable and sweet. Charlie just speaking to bee with the most gentle, calming voice so she won't scare him. Bee just staring at Charlie, whether out of fascination or just being glad this new creature won't hurt him.

AND CHAR GIVING BEE HIS NAME AHHHH I love how Bee just shakes his head when Charlie asks what his name is. He legit just doesn't know if he had a name at all or if he was nameless to begin with (well technically he was just referred to as B-127 but thats not a real name). And the way he just curls up and looks away in embarassment because he can't answer her. It's kinda sad to have an iteration of Bee where he visibly struggles to communicate. Because in the movies and Cyberverse Bee has his radio, and in tf Prime and rescue bots he can still talk through his beeping morse code thing and the bots can understand him fine. But here, he can just produce small whirring and buzzing sounds, and can only communicate through physical gestures and you can kinda see him using his mouth plate thingy to mimic what he wants to say, like when he says "You" when asking who Charlie is. So it's obvious why he's so happy whenever Charlie manages to understand him.

I love the way he perks up when Charlie decides his name. You can almost kinda hear him say "Bumblebee?" through his whirring sounds. And the final shot with Charlie and bee just looking at each other through the garage window is so beautiful as the score wells up. You can tell that despite what Bee has lost, he's glad to have a friend who gave him a home and a name.

#transformers #maccadams #transformers bumblebee #bumblebee 2018 #bumblebee movie #charlie watson

[joekeeryswife]

forever- J.K

it was tradition for you and Joe to have a movie night on a Thursday because you both had Friday off. it was a Thursday evening when Joe called you. you had everything set up for the evening and you were excited to watch a new film that neither of you had watched before. “i’m sorry baby. i’m not gonna be able to make it. they want to film four or five more scenes and i won’t get home till later” he said, his voice sounded sad. you sighed softly. this was the second time he had to cancel because of work and it really hurt you. you were silent, the tears that had been built up since last week when he cancelled, finally fell. you wanted to speak to him tonight about the plans you had been discussing these past few weeks about a family. you wanted to grow your own family and you wanted to let him know that you wanted to do it whenever he felt comfortable enough. but with change of plans, obviously you wouldn’t be speaking about it with him tonight.

he heard your not so silent tears through the phone. “please don’t get upset love. i know it’s for the second time but we will definitely do something tomorrow and it’ll be back to normal next week i promise” he said, trying to sound comforting. “it’s fine, i’ll see you tomorrow morning. love you” you said, trying to not sound as hurt as you were. he sighed again. “i’m sorry baby. i know you miss doing this. i love you too” after he said that, you ended the phone. you knew it wasn’t his fault but it hurt your feelings. you just wanted to spend time with your boyfriend. you calmed down after five minutes and decided to watch the film yourself, you made sure with Joe first to see if it was okay, and you got comfortable on the sofa.

you had your favourite blanket wrapped around you with another on top of that to keep the heat in. about an hour into the film, you felt your eye lids get heavier. you let sleep take over your body as you couldn’t fight it off. usually when you were having movie night, you would be laying with your head on Joe’s chest or the other way round, he would have his head laying on your chest. sometimes you missed the feeling of being cuddled by him. you would always be in bed, asleep, before he even got home. that’s why you looked forward the the Thursday movie night. Joe was at work, exhausted. he wanted to be at home, with you, cuddles up on the sofa whilst watching a stupid film that he wouldn’t be paying attention to. he just loved being with you and he felt as if he was slowly drifting away with this filming. he hated it.

it was 11:36pm when he checked his phone. they had just finished the last scene for the day and he was honestly so tired of working till late hours of the night. he said goodbye to his co-workers and the directors. most of them were going out for the night but not him, he wanted to get home to his girl. he got into the car and started driving home. it usually took about forty minutes to get home on a good day so he prepared himself for the late night drive home. at home, you were still sleeping, most of the lights in the house turned off and the tv was on one of the lowest levels, but not so quiet that you couldn’t hear it. you had no idea of the surroundings around you and you didn’t really care at that moment in time. even though you were asleep, you just wanted to feel Joe’s arms around you. you wanted to feel loved and comforted.

Joe drove as fast and as safe as he could. he wanted to get home to you and just go to bed. he got to the house an hour later. he was exhausted. he parked the car outside the front of your house and got out. he jogged quickly to the front door and unlocked it as quietly as he could. he closed the front door behind him and locked it, he quickly took off his shoes and put them by the front door and went to find you. he walked into the living room and saw you laying down, curled into a little ball, wrapped up in blankets. his heart melted. after three years together, his love only grew. he was scared to get into a relationship, he thought that one day he might just fall out of love but nope, you just made him fall so hard and quickly and he loved you. so much.

he walked to you, sat by your head and stroked your hair. you stirred and woke up, well sort of. you looked up at him with half open eyes and smiled. “i missed you” you said before closing your eyes again. he chuckled softly and pulled you up to lay on him. your legs wrapped around his waist and you head rested just below his chin. he hugged you tightly and kissed your forehead. “i missed you too baby” he spoke softly. moments with you, like this, where definitely his favourite. his heart had so much love for you he didn’t think it was possible. with the feel of him with you, and his hand playing with your hair and the few kisses he placed on your forehead every so often, made you fall back asleep almost instantly. he closed his eyes gently and tried to sleep. he didn’t want to move. he wanted to be in this position, with you, forever.

after a while of you guys sitting there in silence, he thought it was best if he took you to bed. he sat up, trying not to move you so much it could wake you up, and turned off the TV. he picked up your phone, and then stood up, lifting you in the process and started walking up the stairs. once he walked down the hallway to your bedroom, he opened the door and gently laid you on your side of the bed. he tucked you in and kissed your cheek before going into the bathroom to get ready for bed himself. he changed into his pyjamas and went back downstairs to turn any lights off which had been left on then ran back upstairs to bed. he closed the door then got into bed next to you. he pulled you on top of him before finally getting comfortable. he laid in bed, not even tired anymore, and just listened to your soft breathing as you slept. he played with the ends of your hair and let his eyes close shut.

“i love you so much and i’m sorry for not being here recently. i promise i’ll make it up to you” he spoke, knowing he wouldn’t get a reply. he started getting sleepy after twenty minutes of silence. he loved being with you and he was definitely going to make it up to you. you guys had started talking about proper future plans, wedding and/or the having kids talk. obviously you guys were on the same page but he didn’t want to start something and not be there for you when you needed him the most. you were hurt that he didn’t want to start a family yet, you saw all of your friends having kids and you got jealous seeing the bond they grew with their babies throughout their pregnancies and even after birth. you told him it didn’t get to you but he could read you like a book. he knew it did. and he wanted to talk about it with you tonight but with plans changing, he couldn’t. he wanted a family with you, he wanted to have a baby with you and watch his own family grow.

Joe Keery always got his way and he was, whenever you were ready, going to start that family you had been talking about.

#joe keery fandom #joe keery one shot #joe keery x reader #joe keery #stranger things season 4 #stranger things imagine #stranger things #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington #steve harrington fandom #kurtsworld96 #kurt kunkle #kurt kunkle imagine #imagines #fanfiction #fanfic #joe keery fanfic #joe keery blurb #imagine

[chulemonchi]

Joe Locke is a very skilled man when it comes to using his voice to bring life to a character, and here are a list of moments that I want to bring focus to. (This is for you @fandom-indy ! 💖)

Long post so get ready!

His voice is airy and soft whenever he says hi to Nick Nelson. It's as if the air is being taken away from him whenever his eyes land on Nick. Nick saying hi to him (usually before him) is his heartstopper moment, and we could feel it just from the way he greets Nick back. It starts as mildly hesitant and shy to becoming an absolutely wonderful infatuation as the series progresses.

His voice when he was still secretly dating Ben was soft and caring, and yet to me, it feels unsure and off-kilter. It feels like he is keeping his feelings in check- as if he is placating Ben whenever they talk (which makes sense because that is literally what Charlie wants to do when it comes to Ben and his tendencies to lash out at any hint of doing more that kissing on the down low). The way he talks is meant to calm down the person he is talking to. This habit lead him to using the same tone with Nick.

The way he talks to his friends in the series sounds far stronger. His voice is clearer and louder, and it gets even stronger and more confident in the confines of one of their bedrooms (the way he raised his voice at Tao during Monopoly made me happy dance, because hey look! This is a soft spoken person in his greatest comfort zone!) . Even in moments of uncertainty, his voice is still less airy and soft- it's more "Charlie" as how we might imagine him in the webcomics, and maybe that is the intention.

When he talks to his sister, it sounds comforting and familiar. You could hear his exasperation and sarcasm most of the time when they talk, which I absolutely love to hear with on-screen siblings, however, there is this one somber moment in episode 8 that I would like to talk about. Charlie hates telling the truth, and yet, no matter how painful, it was flowing out easily when it came to talking to Tori. It was a sad and self-depreciating tone that tugged my heartstrings because I could feel the pain as if it were mine. It was so well done that the crack of his voice stuck to my mind for an entire day.

In the rare moments he talks to Harry (and I would assume is how he would react to his bullies and homophobes), his voice is flat-devoid of emotion. This is such a "defense mechanism" voice that I myself am familiar with. His voice in these moments immediately make me feel defensive as well (and my face immediately blanks out, same as him) so I could definitely attest to its effectiveness. It's such an artful choice of characterization that constantly reminds me of a scene in Heartstopper Vol. 3 (where Charlie gives Harry a verbal beatdown).

As a full circle moment, back to Ben and Nick

In nearly every altercation he would have with Ben, you could hear his frustrations and coldness. His voice sounds deeper, and confrontational. I genuinely think that if I were Ben Hope in those moments, I'd fear Charlie Spring. From such a soft-spoken character, it would feel like the entire force of his power is upon you. (kinda like those anime moments where an enemy figures out they fucked up when a closed-eyes character opens their eyes? How does one explain that in live-human terms?)

Finally, the way his voice for Nick slowly became stronger and comforting in the moments where its just them. All of the positives from the way he talked to his friends and Tori was slowly being integrated to his conversations with Nick. The way he gains a teasing and flirty tone honestly makes me giddy (and booooy does he flirtingly tease Nick a lot). These moments of just them was definitely enhanced by the way he talks in these scenes. It's just a very fun and loving tone that I will now constantly associate with their own moments (the way he sounds while talking to Nick by the crane machines? Top Tier Content✨️. The " No being sad on my birthday" owns my heart your honor)

Gosh I have lots more to say about acting and characterization choices in Heartstopper, but I'll stop here for now because I am definitely skiving off of work at the moment (I do not regret it much)

#ok im absolutely tired but my passion over this preceeds anything in the world #heartstopper #joe locke #heartstopper cast #charlie spring #kit connor #nick nelson #heartstopper netflix #heartstopper charlie #heartstopper nick #heartstopper spoilers #netflix heartstopper

[haloblue]

Rant, Rant, and more Rant.

It's funny that whenever I go to Ao3 I have to sift through hundreds of fic's that don't baby and just blindly 'forgive' Macaque for all the shit that he did. Like when I do see the one out of a thousand that call him out, at first all the comments are like:

'Oh wow! Yeah, you tell him. That sad emo deserves it.'

But the minute they realize that their psychopath little emo monkey isn't going to be redeemed they immediately dip.

Like, girl, how can you go all 'Oh my god! Yeah someone needs to tell him off' then leave when you realize that one, someone doesn't have to accept you're apology no matter how sincere it is. And two, Macaque never put in the work to actually apologize.

The honest to god 'excuses,' because that's what they really are at this point, that fans of his make to defend his actions are wild.

'He was best friends with Wukong.' That was Bull King, not him. The writers purposely changed it because they probably realized that fans got too attached to Macaque and wanted them to keep watching the show.

'They had a good relationship before Wukong ruined everything.' All Macaque did was voice his opinion and Wukong had other friends other than Macaque. Again, the only reason the writers probably made them best friends is because they were demon monkies and because of the trope 'no longer friends because of our bad past.' Remember one of the show writers admitted that they 'changed' the original story to make it 'flexible.'

'But Macaque was just trying to help him.' It literally says in his bio that he choose to follow the path of evil. There is no evidence of that (They'll probably add it, not even for the story's sake, but just to please the fans in the new season.)

These are always the arguments that I hear. I finally realized that the reason they sounded so ridiculous was because they were made up. There is no evidence other than the brotherhood episode where Wukong and Macaque were good friends. They even wrote in Macaque's bio that he was evil but the writers just love to make repeated scenes where Wukong is being yelled out for 'being evil' when Macaque actively choose to do bad things.

It's honestly just pure favoritism at this point. Because another 'defense' that I've heard is that it's okay for Macaque to torture and hurt MK and everyone else is because he had a bad past.

Excuse me, what?

A bad past? Literally everyone in the show has some sort of bad past. Why is Macaque the exception?

I can't even read some of these fics about him because their honestly just so painful to read.

Macaque is so babied and easily forgiven. Meanwhile, they write Wukong as this evil dictator who deserved to be punished not for fighting against heaven but just purely for hurting Macaque.

On god I've seen tweets and fan arts of 'fans' say stuff like: They should kill Wukong and make Macaque MK's new teachers because he's less manipulative.

Kill Wukong. A highly respected and beloved figure and they want the writers to kill him off.

Do you know how crazy that sounds.

Also, less manipulative? Macaque's literal characterization is that he's a copycat. An actor. A liar.

I'm honestly baffled at some of these fans.

Usually I ignore them and just keep to my own personal bubble. But the fact that the show writers themselves are changing the show just to feed the fans is honestly so sad. And worse they outright ignore everything about Journey to The West just to placate these fans.

It's sad but not surprising. I mean the show was created just to sell more lego's in china. I don't know how that's going, but the fact that I've seen fans of Journey to The West and scholars get harassed because Macaque fans don't like that their 'uwu emo hurt baby murderer' get portrayed like his actual character is insane.

I said this before but I honestly have no hope for the new seasons. They did a little better in season four but that's not a good thing in itself. I mean it took them three seasons just to make a decent one. And every season they just have to add Macaque and give a 'hint-hint, wink-wink' to the fans suggesting that him and Wukong had a 'romantic relationship,' even though the writers swore they don't support any ships.

Its just sad and annoying. I want to learn more about Journey to The West because there is a lot to learn about it and its just plain cool. But I want to do it and not have to mute or read thousands of posts about how much their shadow murder monkey deserves redemption and that Wukong deserves to be punished or worse, killed.

Its sad, annoying, and just heartbreaking to watch. The show could have been great but it wastes its time appeasing fans and writing nothing but anime tropes. When we could have gotten something like the lego ninjago movie. You know something fun and interesting.

But it doesn't matter now. They got another season coming and twitter and tumblr is filled to the brim with Macaque apologists and fan art. Don't know how things will go but I wish the best of luck to the remaining fans who have some shred of hope for the writers to change the season and make it better. You guys are a lot more hopeful than me I'll give you that.

#Rant #long ass post #writing mistakes #LMK #jttw #don't mind me just annoyed and sad #lego monkie kid

[sayakxmi]

[Magi rewatch] Episode 7: His Name Is Sinbad [Part 1]

Oh, yeah, it was definitely the right call. I already feel less exhausted having to watch this. Should've done this from the beginning, but, well, a Pole is smart after a mistake, not before it.

Me for, like, half of this goddamn year. Hot as balls. For how long, actually? October or November. Jesus. I think October, cuz November/December I was on-and-off sick. What a fucking time to be alive.

The characters tend to look kinda eh at times, but man, are the backgrounds cool.

A bunch of characters nobody cares about, but in the manga they thought they'd be able to get people to join them in Balbadd, but here they're just. Going there, I guess.

He does look good.

Also SQUIRREL. And a BIRD

She looks good in here.

"You don't have to thank either of us! Alibaba did it, because he's a kind person!" Like, you're completely right, but also gets me how much Aladdin trusts and believes in Alibaba. And, the thing is, he isn't wrong to do so - Magi can kind of read people's Rukh, so Aladdin gets the kind of person Alibaba is on instinct. Still, F.

Also, gfdi, why does it all look so pretty. The colors get me, too.

What a character introduction. What a legend.

It kind of reminds me. You guys know, Magi is like one of the series that's the dearest to my heart. One of the few. Which is why I get so critical of it. And it's hilarious when I think about the fact, that this AMV is the reason I watched it in the first place. I'm not kidding.

"Why are you freaking out? :("

Also, gdi. Magi rewired sth in my brain, and whenever I hear Daisuke Ono I immediately think about Sinbad, it'll never stop. Did you know Jing Yuan from Honkai: Star Rail has Daisuke Ono as VA? And Wriothesley from Genshin Impact. I'm still processing that, lol. Other one I'll always recognize bc of Magi is Kaji Yuki (Alibaba). Funnily enough, he voices one of my fav Pokemon character - Clemont. Imagine my surprise. Man, maybe I do have a type.

I love low quality Magi.

He looks normal in the anime. Kinda nostalgic, good. Also, the wording seems to be a bit different, but mostly the sentiment remains.

Agh, look how excited he is to meet another adventurer! You get it, mister, you get it!

What if Aladdin became Sinbad's Magi, hmm.

There's some yt channel that posts Kimetsu no Yaiba videos, what ifs, and then offers like three scenarios. Lastly it was what if Muzan was a Demon Slayer. Can't help but think abt it whenever I consider some what if.

She smelled Hakuryuu's cooking.

It really looks nice. From afar.

Huh, in the anime they don't mention how various races mingle here.

Paper money. Something that Sinbad notices. Good characterization moment + good hint at what the porblem might be. Neat.

Reminded me abt one of the fics that I'm writing. These goddamn towers. Two fics, actually. Though one of them is just recalling the events from the other.

Anyway, back to the ep, I do think it's cool. Lots of show don't tell.

Yeah. In the previous arc we've heard that Balbadd wasn't doing well, and now we get to see it.

Down with the monarchy.

This entire scene is still hilarious.

"We're going to have to help him out, Masrur." "Damn."

I love Ja'far. What a pro.

Since I had to delete it from the chapter post bc of the photo limit. Here. Morgiana & Masrur noticing each other.

The Sinbad experience.

Pffff

The sound he makes, lmao. "Ahhhhh". He's so not getting paid enough to deal with this bs.

Also, sad: we don't have Masrur helping him :/ That was such a nice moment : (

White eyes. You killed him, Sinbad. You killed your future husband.

"You're Sinbad, the King of Sindria!"

#saya's magi rewatch #ja'far #sinbad

[disastergenius]

Details from the Deaf West Spring Awakening pt2

back with part 2 regarding my favorite details in DWSA (based on the Wallis version)

·       The Guilty Ones staging: odd at first but it’s very pretty

·       The transition from this gentle scene to Moritz’s frantic energy of Don’t Do Sadness

·       He also jumps off the staircase!

·       The performance of Don’t Do Sadness at 54 Below has definitely got many of it’s views from me

·       Because this is about to get very sad, I recommend the video of Alex Boniello and Daniel Durant deciding to switch parts during practice in their dressing room (https://youtu.be/wImIMzPRv1M)

·       Since watching Krysta Rodriguez talk about the various issues that occurred during the Blue Wind scenes, I cannot help but imagine them everytime they are having a Dramatic Moment

·       He tries to give her his coat

·       Big props for the wig decision as well, that’s neat

·       The choice to use Daniel Durant’s actual voice to cry out for Ilse

·       The way that Moritz pushes his Voice’s mic down. It’s so sad, so defeated. It’s not even a goodbye, it’s an acceptance that they have made their decision.

·       Because I had the luck of seeing the broadway boot, I didn’t get to see the actual monologue for a long time and wow does it do it justice by finishing in ASL

·       And fade to white out.

·       I can’t remember if the original version has Ilse find him, but the staggering way she just, looks at him as he stands there, arms down

·       Moritz just walks offstage, among his friends but without them

·       Not DWSA related but Jonathan Groff’s story about Left Behind has ruining me whenever they get to it it’s unfortunately all I can hear for at least 5 seconds

·       Marta and her voice are finally together in this scene when they approach Moritz’s casket.

·       When they go to sit, Marta walks infront of Moritz’s father and stares at him as she passes. I don’t know what this might mean but it feels significant

·       His father is holding a teddy bear that we saw in And Then There Were None

·       I do appreciate that most of Melchior’s objections are factual but said with such arrogance

·       The energy that Totally Fucked

·       I love that the hearing characters cover their mouths and the deaf characters hold their hands out with their mouths open, such a good staging to show how they are being silenced

·       The vineyard scene was the first scene I remember watching enough times to start learning the signs

·       “and be expelled” Ernst following the path of the signing as Hanschen flicks it away

·       I sort of want to know if Andy had the same observation he did when he was in the 1st National Tour: post Totally Fucked he was out of breath and had to wait to say his lines so he didn’t sound more “creepy and lecherous.” Maybe that’s why he decided to just stand and moon the audience instead

·       This is the best interpretation of this scene everyone else is wrong

·       *leans back casually as if he has not been waiting for this for months* “Mmmh, I know”

·       The little spin on the piano stool; I love that Ernst and his voice are so connected with each other through the show

·       Really loving the decision to allow them to kiss again as they leave the stage, letting the company finish the song out instead

·       It really is heartbreaking how the doctor doesn’t talk to Wendla so she’s even more in the dark about what’s happening to her than she already is.

·       Again, using Sandra Mae Frank’s actual voice is such good storytelling for this moment to have it’s full effect.

·       It happens again when she’s being literally torn away from her Voice as they take her away, again without knowing what is going to happen to her.

·       Melchior promising Moritz that he will do right by him is devastating, because in a story that ends in tragedy there is nothing sadder than making plans for the future.

·       Yes the way that Moritz and Wendla come back is a bit offputting but the singing is so beautiful and haunting when they start. The imagery of Melchior on his knees before them as they tell him to keep going is just perfect

·       The “Not gone” lines slowly backing away from Melchior until he is left alone onstage, repeating his mantra from All That’s Known but now with new meaning. Brilliant

·       Also the staging for the lines where each side is mirrored with their Voices is very good.

·       For all intents and purposes that’s where the show ends. Melchior alone but having courage to go on. And Austin McKenzie plays every second of that song beautifully.

·       I like that in the end, the Voices aren’t matched with the characters

·       So I listened to DWSA first and just assumed that the music toning down to leave the show with a soft and haunting beauty was how it went. Imagine my surprise when they amp it back up and it finishes loud. This version is significantly better for many reasons, particularly because they tone down and then end with just sign.

·       The sign-only version of this song made me cry the first time I watched it. And it’s just that little clip in the DW Broadway.com vlogs. I really wish they had a video of it being sign-only through the whole thing.

·       Also this backstage video at 54 Below is really good! Particularly appreciating the top harmonies I’ve never heard by someone https://youtu.be/amqNmG3WuaE

anyways that’s all for now but i am in love with this production and mourn the fact that there is no proshot 

#deaf west spring awakening #dwsa #spring awakening #spring awakening revival

[smartycvnt]

If You Can't Be With the One You Love

Pairing: Becky Lynch x Sami Zayn

Summary: Sami, disappointed that Kevin seems to be ignoring his hints, turns his attention towards Becky, who is in a similar position.

WC:691

Sami leaned his head against his hand as he stared at Kevin from across catering. The New Day had asked Kevin to be a part of some video for them, and now they were all talking it over. Sami was happy that Kevin was getting to do something that he would have fun with, but Sami couldn't help but be hurt with how quickly Kevin had diverted his attention. He thought that they had been talking about something very important. Kevin had heard every word that Sami said to him, but he wasn't really listening or understanding it. Kevin didn't hear the longing in Sami's voice whenever they spoke, nor did he ever notice the look in Sami's eyes.

"It's hard, isn't it?" Sami jumped at the sound of a voice behind him. He turned his head to see Becky standing behind him. "Can I sit here?"

"Yeah, of course," Sami said. Becky dropped down next to Sami and let out a sigh. "Everything okay?"

"I could ask you the same question," Becky said. Sami didn't have to look at her for more than a couple of seconds to figure out what was wrong with her. He glanced around catering until his eyes fell onto the tall blonde fawning over Bobby Roode in the corner. It had been such a regular scene backstage that Sami hadn't given it much thought. He had gotten used to seeing Charlotte hanging around the mustached man that he hadn't thought about it displacing Becky at all.

"You can't always pick the people you fall for." Sami didn't mean to sound so sad when he said that, but once the words left his mouth it was too late. Becky's eyes were watering when Sami looked back over towards her. Immediately, he was filled with guilt. Sami liked Becky, he didn't want her to feel upset about unreciprocated feelings. "Just because you can't have her, doesn't mean you can't have what you want."

"She's been all I wanted for so long," Becky mumbled. Sami almost didn't catch the words as they came out of Becky's mouth. Anybody else wouldn't have heard anything, but Sami knew what to listen for when Becky was upset. "I swore that I was so close. Every step I make forward, someone else shoves me back."

"Kevin doesn't even pay enough attention to me to see it. We're supposed to know each other better than we know ourselves, and he's so blind when it comes to my feelings." Sami didn't bother staying positive anymore. Becky wasn't going to cheer up anytime soon, so Sami decided to join her in the pity party. It had to have been why Becky chose him to sit by in the first place. Nobody else had wanted anything to do with Sami, they had all noticed the longing stares and resigned sighs aimed at Kevin. Everybody except for Kevin, at least.

"What assholes," Becky grumbled. Sami nodded in agreement, a small smile playing at his lips.

"By the time they see what's in front of them, it'll all be too late," Sami told her. Both of them knew that it didn't matter what they told themselves, the moment Charlotte and Kevin wanted them, both would come running. "Maybe we're too good for them."

"Maybe we are Sami, maybe we are. H-have you ever thought about us?" Becky asked. Sami's brows furrowed, but Becky could see that he was thinking about it. Becky would have been a liar if the thought hadn't been coming up more and more as the two of them trained together for the Mixed Match Challenge. Sami had always been a good friend of hers. He had always looked out for her, and Becky knew that if they were to not work out, it wouldn't necessarily be the end of her friendship. Most importantly though, Becky knew that they would make sure that the other felt loved. They had a tendency of going after people who couldn't reciprocate the same enthusiasm and intensity of emotion, almost always leaving them to pick up the pieces of themselves. Maybe if they got together, things would be different.

#wwe #sami zayn #becky lynch #becky lynch x sami zayn #my writing

[critical-derolo]

It’s a beautiful day.

That’s the thing. It’s a beautiful day out. The sky is an ocean of soft blue that floats enormous, fluffy clouds across its surface. Birds glide and swoop, they soar across the blue expanse and look like fish beneath the water. They sing their cheery little songs, a sound of pure happiness carrying in the wind. It blows gentle today, it doesn’t crack her hair against her face like it used to when she was young. Now it plays with the hem of her dress and the billowy quality of Laudna’s shirt, it makes Fearne’s ribbons dance.

The grass is tall and so vibrantly green that it looks painted. As if an artist had come through and just gave it a little sublime touch up. Today is like someone set the scene. Joyful yellow flowers nestled just in the corner of her eye, the air clean and crisp, clearing all the dust of the cities from her lungs. 

It’s a beautiful day. And it shouldn’t be. 

Imogen stands before the small slab of stone planted firmly, but recently, into the earth. It parts the grass and the little purple bunch of almost-flowers sprouting up in this spot so that they hug it. The grass over freshly turned earth is shorter, a lighter shade of green from the rest. The only imperfection in this field as far as the eye can see. 

Her father’s grave sits beneath her feet and all she can do is stare.

It’s been a long time since her father was silent to her. Before her gift - her curse? Before this ability was given to her. Back when he could stand to talk to her for more than two minutes. When he would smile and play games, when he would read to her. When he would make up secrets to tell her - a fun little game to share between the two of them. Make believe secrets that bonded them together because they both had to keep them.

The first time she heard a real secret… that was the beginning of their end.

Now he’s silent once more. But this time she cannot feel the comfort of him swinging her over his shoulder. There is no strong but gentle smile in the quiet between them. The unspoken words that they used to share as they tended the stables, they’re unspoken and one sided. Empty. Hollow. Just a lack of noise sent to someone who can’t hear her anyway.

She should be crying, right? That’s something that should be happening.

She should be crying her eyes out - her father is dead.

“I can’t feel it,” she says aloud and even her voice sounds strange. Do the others think it sounds strange? Maybe she’s getting sick. “I thought… well, it’s sad. It’s sad when your parent dies, and it makes you cry. Right? I should be crying.”

More silence. Silence she can’t hear beyond. The others are there, she can feel them just behind her. A wall of warm support. A noisy wall of warm support, she knows. But she can’t hear them now. Just the wind. Just those birds and their happy song.

Did the silence always feel cold before?

“Grief is a funny little elusive shadow,” Laudna muses and Imogen’s lungs burn as she finally breathes in again. The woman stands closer than the others - Laudna is always closer than the others, Imogen has noticed over their time together. Always there whenever she needs, never far. She could reach out and touch her-

She reaches out and touches Laudna’s elbow and her eyes follow a heartbeat later. Gazing at the dark woman who smiles serenely. Whose very presence is a balm against the pain that is being alive. Those dark eyes shine brighter than the sun and their fingers lace together without a conscious thought.

Laudna is simply there.

Dead and alive. Both and neither. 

Imogen tucks her hair back with her free hand. “This is where I used to come all the time. To think, to breathe. When I just needed things to slow down, I would run out here and sit right here, right on this hill where he is. I’d look out beyond all the fields and watch the wind sweep through them - like a green sea. Look there, you see that tree way out there in the middle of it all?”

It’s large and easy to spot amongst all the flat land and smaller hills. Enormous and reaching up towards the clouds, with yellow splashes of - something - in its leaves. The only tree for miles. “Seems an odd place for bananas.”

“They’re bananas?” Imogen echoes, genuinely surprised. A spark of life through her numbness.

Laudna turns slightly to look down at her with concern. “I really think we should find someone to talk to about glasses, darling. Have you never gone out there?”

“No, I wasn’t allowed most of my life. Too far from the house,” Imogen says. She takes a step to the side of the gravestone and drops to her butt, sitting next to her father. “I used to sit out here looking at that tree, thinking it was my mom. Some part of her, some piece left behind to watch over me.”

“That’s a lovely thought, Imogen,” Laudna says and delicately sits as well. “This is a beautiful spot.”

“I didn’t know he knew about it.” The sorcerer scoffs and shakes her head. “I struggled to keep myself out of his head, to not know more than I should, and even after seeing it all, I still didn’t know him. Can you believe that?”

“Yes.”

“People are never what I think they are. You’re proof of that.”

Laudna smiles and ducks her head a little. The others are… near but distant. Giving Imogen her privacy. “People are not owed a mourning,” she tells the young woman softly.

“He’s my father. Was my father, Laudna,” Imogen says around a deep sigh.

“My father was a good man.” Her face is thoughtful. A thousand yard stare as Laudna sorts through the decades, trying to think back to a different life. “Kind and considerate, smart but humble. He was generous and treated me and my mother wonderfully. “I cried for the others of the tree but not for my father or my mother.”

There’s a beat of silence. “Why?”

“You’re going to have to take my word when I say dying is far worse than death itself,” Laudna replies easily with a little shrug of her shoulders. Her arm reaches behind Imogen’s shoulders, fingers brushing against the stone. “Wherever he is now, he’s at peace. It doesn’t have to be sad, it can simply be.”

A delicate, yellow petal drifts across the ground in front of them. It bounces off each blade of grass, a splash of vibrancy against the solid colour - small but pretty. Imogen fights the urge to reach for it and instead watches its journey. “Do you regret waking up? Was your peace… taken from you?”

It’s Laudna’s turn to be quiet. For a while, a long while. So long, in fact, that Imogen worries if she’s said something she shouldn’t, or if the wind carried her words away before they reached the warlock. When she glances up, Laudna is staring out at the tree. 

That tree, so large and lone. Stretching tall amongst the fields. Solitary. Lonely. But strong. 

She doesn’t blink. Laudna’s eyes, big and dark yet somehow full of light, they stare and stare and stare. Her breath comes longer and longer between as her body stills. Imogen has never met someone who can be as still as Laudna. Sometimes that stillness makes the woman sink through the motion of life like a stone in a gentle river. 

Anxiety bubbles up in Imogen’s chest and she can’t stop her hand from reaching back out and taking Laudna’s again. Pale as death. 

Finally, she moves. A twitch on her face until she’s tilting her head to look down at Imogen with a soft, secret smile. “You are my peace, Imogen.”

It’s a half answer at best, but Imogen is pretty damn sure she doesn’t want to know the rest. “Well aren’t you all charm,” she laughs instead. It’s painful in her chest but she can feel it dislodge something inside her. Her eyes are warm, tears streaking down her cheeks as she smiles and shakes her head. She motions to the wetness while Laudna coos softly and cups her cheeks. “I think you might be mine, too.”

“I am most assuredly yours, Miss Temult.”

“Fearne!”

Imogen turns to look over her shoulder at the rest of the group. Ashton leans against the hilt of their hammer, a grin across their handsome face. “Nah, she’s gone now.”

Beside him, Chetney’s shoulders slump. He watches with the faintest pout as Orym and Fearne speed down the hill on the fighter’s shield. The halfling grips the edge with one hand, the loudest laugh pulled from his chest that anyone in the group has heard to date, while he slides through the grass behind. Sitting within the shield itself, leaned forward for speed and momentum, is a green furred monkey that closely resembles Mister. 

Imogen sighs softly, a fond smile on her face. She touches the stone again. “I think he would have really liked you all.”

#imogen temult #laudna #critical role #cr c3 #i don't even know #i think i'm fascinated with laudna #and trying to express it through imogen

[exactlysizzlingdonut]

I. JJTS FINISHED WATCHING MONSTER AND HOLYYYYYYY FUCK

IM SO SAD THAT THIS IS THE END 🙁

SPOILERS!!

NO WAY JOHAN ESCAPED AGAIN BRO HE'S GONNA FUCK EVERYTHING UP 💀

ALSO TENMA IS SUCH A SWEETHEART WHAT THE HELL.. JOINING DOCTORS WITHOUT BORDERS HES A GEM I CANT BELIEVE THE LACK OF TENMA CONTENT AFTER ALL THE GOOD THINGS THAT HE HAS DONE FOR EVERYBODY IN THIS SERIES

ABSOLUTE GEM OF A MAN I CANT EVEN EXPRESS HOW I FEEL ABOUT JIM WITHOUT SOUNDING FERAL AND CRINGE CRONGE (potential verbal appreciation post? It’ll probs be rotting in my drafts HAHSHD)

Also can we talk about how pretty Nina’s voice is when she’s serious, it really reminds me of nausicaa’s voice WHIHC IS A WIN WIN!

Really wanted to find out their real names

ALSO WHEN ROBERTO WAS ADOLF REIN WHATEVER??? THINKJNG ABOIT HOW GRIMMER WAS TALKING ABT HIS BESTIE OMG I NEARLY CRIED BRO.

THAT ALSO LEFT ME WITH MY JAW DROPPED BECAUSE NAW WHAT THE HELL HOW DO U EXPECT ME TO CASUALLY REGISTER THAT INFORMATION WHEN YOU DROP SUCH A BIG BOMB ON ME. AT LEAST WARN ME 😀

Johan being a menace to society (in the worst way possible) never fails to make me giggle

Adding on, Roberto is a meme of a character cos just when you think everything is going okay, he makes an appearance and suddenly you know damn well everything is not going okay anymore

ALSO I DIDNT KNOW GRIMMER WAS GOING TO FUCKING DIE??? WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ABOUT

FRANZ BONAPARTA BEING SUCH A SISSY,, GOING ON A MF TANGENT OF HOW HE FUCJED UP LIKE YEAH NO SHIT STFU

wim being so adorbs <33

EVA AND MARTIN BRO THEY HAD IT GOING;;;(;;(::-6;;) WHY DID HE HAVE TO DIE

Eva redemption arc I mean queen was lowkey killing it throughout the series.. sometimes questionable but otherwise ily (but I HATED how she treated tenma 😒)

NINA GETTING THE BEST SCORES GO YOU QUEEN YOU DESERVE IT

What was Johan and Nina’s mum doing bro- did that favouritism play a role in this outrage.. guess we’ll never know!

OH NOT TO MENTION MONSTER SOUNDTRACK SLAPS SOOOO HARD. SKIPPING THE OPENINB FEELS LIKE A CRIME. FULLY LISTENED TO THE ENDING IN THE LAST EPSODE BC YK I WANT TO GO OUT PROPERLY AND DAMN IT’S RLLY NICE? BUT I DONT THINK I WOULDVE BEEN ABLE TO LISTEN TO IT AT THE END OF EACH EP BECAUSE MAN THESE CLIFF HANGERS AND HOOKS MAKE ME GO FERAL FOR THE NEXT EP

WHENEVER “THE SEEDS OF TIME” STARTED PLAYING IN A SCENE I WOULD GET SO EXCITED IT’S PROBABLY MY FAV OST RN. OMG AND “Present” IT’S SUCH A CUTE OST AARGRGEGSGESHSGDFFEDD

THIS AJIME IS SO GOOD HOW COME I BARELY SEE OR HEAR PPL TALKING ABT IT… ???DEFINITELY TOP 3 BRO MAYBE EVEN TOP 2 (idek what my anime ranking list looks like 👹)

LUNGE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT ARC REAL?? When he said he’d buy a beer for grimmer n they can talk about this whole case 💔💔

Nah Lunge was mad funny, his only personality trait was hunting tenma down,, then half way through the series he goes “I’ve made a fatal mistake 😗” n reconsiders his life decisions. The audacity,, and I was loving it.

Milan bro 😢 AND TENMA TELLING THE KIDS TO STUDY HARD AND NOT GIVE UP?? I NEED A TENMA IN MY LIFE.

DIETER IS SUCH A CUTIE PATOOTIE OMLLL

okay after some reflection johan saying "which one didn't she need" or stmhn like that at the end BAFFLED me. it made me really sad too

oh yeah HAHAHAHA johan being an iconic cross dresser. you can't tell me he wasn't rocking that outfit when he was with suk... also when he dressed as young anna HIS FACE WAS SO FUNNY "welcome back! :D" bro is so devious HEGHAHSDG

just thhnking about that tenma push up scene it had me giggling and swinging my feet OGH LET;S NOT FORGET WHEN HE WAS LIKE "good girl" TO NINA .... that's the stuff i want to hear frfr

on a serious note though, he's such a good father figure. this man would make the best father ever.. i've seen multiple comments saying that even johan saw him as a father figure and LORD DOES THAT MAKE ME UPSET :(((((

that nameless monster book spoke facts at the end tho, johan is such a beautiful name no joke

his hair looks so fluffy too

HAHA no how about the scream he scrumpt i was lowkey embarrassed like johan you can scream sm better than that.

idk why but he's so fine when he drops the ground- both times in the library and in the rain. i swear it's the hair and his back

yk this anime reminds me of that one tiktok sounds with the garden song that says "no matter where you are, everyone is always connected". it's quite cool to think about it holistically, but in a sense it's also so surreal, and even scary. this masterpiece is an extreme reflection of our world imo, with many elements of truth and reality. anyways i'll leave this kind of stuff for another post (draft lol). but honestly though, i really liked this series. maybe since it's older, it has that sense of authenticity?? not invalidating other anime series but idk. i really enjoyed it.

RAHAHGSHJDHFGHJG LET'S STAY TOGETHER BEING TENMA'S FAVOURITE SONG OMG THIS IS KILLING ME HES SO my heart is aching sm..

im jus reading about tenma's childhood rn :')

WAIT THETRS;S SOMETHING CALLED ANOTHER MONSTER?/ IS THIS A SEQUEL OR SMTHN... well yk what time it is then!

#monster #monster anime #tenma kenzo #johan #WARNING #WORD VOMIT!!

[longeyelashedtragedy]

all or nothing episode 5: stream of consciousness comments

-oh boy...NOT READY

-edu and the january transfer window...how we all feel lol

-that side of me that loves...legal proceedings and shit (when reading “true crime” stuff in the past my fav part was always the trial) finds this stuff about the auba dilemma really interesting

-y’all work with mikel why can’t you say his name right omg

-edu being like WARNING: talking to mikel about this issue will be Dangerous Proceed With Caution 

-man this all is just. Uncomfortable to watch

-mikel arteta eyebrows queen of north london

-mikel drops his first “fucking” of the episode

-granit staring at him so Intently whenever he talks 🥺

-eddie nketiah episode??? omg fuck yes i love this for us

-oh gosh nottingham forest....here comes the dressing room....wait shit granit wasn’t even there bc of covid so we’ll never get to see how he reacted to that (in person)

-FFF I FORGOT THIS IS WHEN NUNO COMES OFF IN THE 1ST HALF

-omg “if i lose a duel i get upset”...at one point he just straight up shrieked i swear what demon lives inside of this man

-charlie patino is like what did i get myself into

-god i just wanna hug all of them....i Love them so much

-LMAO emile going to nando’s bc his mom isn’t home ajkdf;akldf

-the way every scene mikel and this tim lewis guy have together is like an evil mastermind scene...and he sucks up to mikel so much “my relationship with mikel isn’t transactional” yeah ok sure

-OMG just got a clip of mikel saying his own name that kind of thing is Important (*it sounds really cute when he says it lmao)

-wait what is this a granit episode all of a sudden?

-granit laughing happily: “i’m one of the oldest already!  and i’m still 28!”

-i SWEAR when granit smiles and laughs the world is literally ok again!!! he is a GIFT!

- “people think i’m very aggressive, because of my game”

-jfc whenever i see him mouthing “fuck off” in that clip i get [redacted]

-OMG GRANIT TELLING THESE FANS HARASSING HIM TO SHUT UP JADKFLKADF;AKF god why didn’t u make me granit

-”not one of us as kids start football because of the money.  you start football because you love it”

-beautiful shots of granit omg ffffff god i wish amazon let you fuckin screenshot

-ah, and this segues right into liverpool lol

-granit being mini manager in the dressing room

-let’s stop and reflect on how PERFECT xhakarteta is as a couple they were made for each other tyvm i’m having sO many emotions and Feelings

-granit sad and alone and upset in the dressing room after kicking diogo jota...oh my whole heart i love one man. i know we saw this in the trailer but y’all it’s beautiful and heartbreaking

-laca and baby gabi coming off the pitch holding hands...my HEART

-oh oh oh they show mikel going over to hug sad granit before he leaves the dressing room....hgjskgjsjsg it was G rated but it says it all

-mikel asking the staff how to pronounce “goosebumps” lmao

-his nice dressing room talks are so sweet and heartfelt

-ayo i don’t need these fans’ shitty opinions on granit...keep it to Yourselves

-kt and rob coming into the canteen all hyped up!!!!!  i love them!!! i hope someone takes a video of them dancing pls

-ben white and aaron content!...omg seeing that gabon scored....sigh

-this scene of everyone teasing granit about his card....his bde in this is INSANE and it’s also kinda serving deki vibes for me god i’m having such like Envy and Feelings

-OMG WAIT ARE WE GOING TO HIS HOUSE NOW OMG

-OMG HE JUST SAID SHPIRTI IM TO AYANA I AM DYING AND SCREAMING

-his kids are so cute and happy the family life vibes are SOLID

-yo we get to hear leonita speak?!! she has a really nice voice (vanja vibes) and i like what she’s saying about granit

-THIS WAS AMAZING IT’S EVERYTHING I’M DYING AJDKF;LAKDFDF

-back to auba drama...sigh

-SIR put your fucking eyelashes AWAY sos 911

-DUBAI TIME

- “in spain they call it casa pepe...it means pepe’s house he can do whatever he fucking wants.” ...mikel there’s no way that’s a thing but can we all just start saying “casa pepe” now

-mikel praising granit :’))) whose Slutty Dubai Arms are in all their glory

-mikel Yelling at granit on the pitch omggggg...

-he’s losing his voice again and the dude goes “your voice is fucking terrible” jakd;akdlfdf drag him

-LMAO barca dicking around is anyone surprised

-they literally got the deal done ONE MINUTE before the deadline??? i’d say “that was fake for tv” but this is arsenal football club after all

-wow that episode was...wow

-the last one left to watch is going to be a WHOPPER cause it has us going to mikel’s house? it’s shorter than the others but like. do i have the ability to process that rn

-damn guys just w Ow this episode was doing the most

#ihc watches all or nothing #gotta tag my boy #gx #👁 #i took SO many shitty videos

[silver-wield]

I think you're one of the few i see who prefers cody over steve. Not judging! Just making an observation. I also love cody. And initially i preferred george as sephiroth, but honestly, tyler has really grown on me. Kinda sad to see people prematurely judging caleb though. Like come on, at least give him a chance.

Steve's the reason I always thought AC cloud was emo. I get now that Cloud was literally dying but honestly, he just sounded like a miserable git being all poor me through the entire film. That's why my fave scenes are the fighting ones cause Cloud doesn't talk in them 🤣

Obvs after reading up and learning the lore I know better, but I've never been a fan of his voice. He sounds so old. Cloud is 23 in AC and I wouldn't have been shocked if someone said he was 35.

Cody sounds young. Caleb sounds young. I especially think male VAs should sound the age of the character they're playing. It's one thing to play the role well like Rick does, but he still makes me believe Zack is in his 30's and for me that makes him wrong for the part.

I feel bad for Caleb getting a load of hate just cause he's not Rick. He's doing a good job and if he wasn't being compared to another va by salty losers who wanna hear someone else I think he'd been getting more positive feedback.

I honestly don't get why anybody prefers Steve to Cody, though. Cody is amazing! The way he plays Cloud made me a fan of Cloud ❤️

Britt is a great Tifa, and Rachael Leigh Cook was also a good Tifa. Maybe not as low registered as I think the devs imply Tifa sounds, but she did good. Britt's better though. Britt is how I always imagined Tifa sounded.

I have no opinion of the Sephiroth VAs. Honestly, they all sound the same to me. Which I don't think is bad, they all sound consistently good and alike so I think that helps the transition between VAs work better. Tyler seems a very sort of smooth Sephiroth. Like you can get a sense of this terrible beauty through his voice over the outright sinister side most people think of when they think of Seph.

I don't like how Briana does Aerith. I literally play saying "stfu Aerith" whenever she's screaming. I did like Mena Suvari as Aerith. I thought she was easy to listen to even though I didn't like Aerith in AC either. I've never liked her, but Mena had a good voice for Aerith. I wouldn't go around demanding SE replace Briana with Mena.

Preferring one va over another is about taste and everyone is entitled to their opinion. Harassing SE, the devs and the VAs because you don't like how someone sounds is being a shit bag and you should stfu. That is not about opinion. That's you being a git and nobody wants to hear you whining 🤣

#final fantasy 7 remake #ff7r #ffviir #final fantasy 7r #final fantasy viir

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Upsetting His Pregnant Wife | Ushijima, Sakusa

Pairings: Ushijima X Reader (female), Sakusa X Reader (female) 

Genre: soft comfy angst to fluff tehe, mafia!ushi too! 

Author’s Note: @ushijimabae suggested this idea to me as a comment on a post tehe and I really liked it so here I am! I hope you guys enjoy!! also LONGG also Boom more sakusa and now, Mafia! Ushijima tehe ! 

gif from @rivaillerose​

Sakusa: 

This sinking feeling in your chest

The touch of his skin against yours was so short, so fleeting whenever you sat beside him, reached for his hand, or you just wanted to be with him

You couldn’t tell if maybe this had been normal or if you were just overreacting because of your hormones but whatever it was

You didn’t like this feeling

Especially when you just wanted to be with him

It felt like recently, now that Omi would be home with you for the next few months to take care of you, whenever you wanted to spend some proper time with him, after a few moments of making contact with each other, he would be out of his seat, off to somewhere else to take care of a chore

It had been more or less than two weeks since Omi started staying home instead of going to practices or games from here on out, though he did get in a regular workout from home instead though

It felt like little fireworks were going off inside you the first two nights and days when you got to sleep later at night with him, staying up, and then waking up and finding him still beside you

But as the days went on, this little paradise was short lived as he woke up as his normal time for his morning practices to go out on long runs instead

Leaving you alone at breakfast

Whenever he came home and took a thorough shower, even giving him a hug, a burning and sinking feeling filled your chest when you wrapped your arms around him the best you could with your bump and all

But his hands

You loved him and his hands but not this moment as he subtly and lightly pushed your arms kind of away from him, breaking the hug early

You didn’t mind it since it was only the first thing but you noticed it a few more times after dinner

When you tried to drape your legs across his lap, he would lightly pat your legs, telling you he needed to use the bathroom and come back and sit somewhere else like on a different couch or sit beside you, practically at arms distance

But enough was enough

You didn’t want to directly ask but you also couldn’t just ignore this

But this moment was perfect

The last ounces of light glowed in the summer sky as the temperature slowly dropped as night approached

Fireflies slowly began to shine and float about throughout the neighborhood as their time of the year was here

You could feel the heat through the rubber gloves as you scrubbed the dishes clean, not a plate or utensil left in the drying rack as you dried them off too, returning them to their rightful place back in the cupboards

All the leftover dishes were put away

Floors swept

Table wiped down

Chairs returned to their rightful place

There was nothing he could possibly do in the kitchen that needed to be put away or cleaned or anything

This really would prove whether or not he really was avoiding you and just the thought

The mere idea that he possible could be

It broke your heart

“Omiomi, do you want some tea?” You called from the kitchen as you swirled a spoonful of honey into yours, the metal utensil creating light tinging sounds as the edges tapped the sides of the porcelain cup

“No, thanks,” he responded, his voice monotone as he didn’t even look up, continuing to scroll through his phone

You switched off the kitchen light, emerging from the darkness toward the light in the living room, towards your husband

And now this was the true test

You drank your tea, sitting on the recliner, one of the other available seats, sipping your tea while you watched some tv

But you weren’t really paying attention

You were just mindlessly watching the images and scenes come and go as you peripherally observed Omi

And here it was

After about what you thought were a few minutes, you set down your tea onto the coffee table and put on a warm, loving smile, Omi’s eyes meeting yours, off his phone as your approached

The couch sighed beneath your weight as you sat close to Omi, draping your legs across his lap, cuddling close, resting your head on his shoulder

He was so warm, it seeped into your skim, making your heart flutter just feeling his touch

You nuzzled even closer, making yourself at homes in his arms which felt so natural

He continued to scroll, minding his own as his hand lightly stroked down your leg

Though you were so caught up in just being near him for the first time in awhile that you didn’t even notice his hand was practically hovering over your leg

Kiyoomi sat comfortably in his seat with you at his side, your presence so nice

It was so comforting for the two of you

But there was an itch

Or something

There was just a feeling inside of him and he didn’t know what he needed to do to get rid of it

He could smell your tea from where he sat as the scent wafted toward him  

It felt so nice, this feeling that you had been longing for so long

And now you had it and him

The warm aroma of the tea warmed him inside and out, alongside your touch at his side - it was so calming

As you settled in, you felt silly now that you realized that you thought Kiyoomi wouldn’t want to be at your side anymore

He paused in his movements, thinking about the tea as he watched yours on the coffee table

After a few silent moments that you settled in, you felt a light, subtle push from him, your mind telling you that he was telling you to get off of him

“Actually, I will make some tea, I’ll be back..” He walked off stoically, not even sparing you a glance as he made up his mind unbeknownst to you that he wanted tea to drink with you

You couldn’t even begin to describe what the sudden temperature change that happened inside your body, your heart dropping and breaking inside

His body disappeared into the kitchen, grabbing a cup, making his tea, stirring in honey and warm milk, the warm aroma smelled so good, he could almost taste it

The blanket pooled on the floor as it slid off your legs as you made your way up the stairs, your vision blurring, a deep low rumbling in your ears as you held your breath

A heat burning in your throat as it felt like it was being closed off

“Y/N? Where are you going?”

The voice of your husband sounded while you were already halfway up the stairs, his cup of tea in hand and a plate of crackers to go with it but he didn’t miss the sound of your sniffles

“A bath...” you pushed out, trying to sound as normal as possible but he heard the slightest quiver

Also it didn’t make sense to him. You had already showered earlier today and there was no reason for you to clean yourself again

Did you spill your tea on yourself?  

No, that wasn’t it since your tea was just as he saw it last before he went to make his own

He set down the platter of crackers, sipping his own tea in silence, waiting to hear the water start to run

But after a few minutes, there was nothing

He went up the dimly lit carpeted stairs to the upper level, still not hearing any water running, no music that you usually played while you showered or bathed

Nothing

But only as he stepped into your guys’ shared bedroom, turning on the light could he hear the faintest thing

Sniffles and sad weeps sounded through the crack beneath the bathroom door

Your cheeks were burning from how your tears made your skin dry, your eyes sore, your throat dry

Now you really wish you had your tea

But you also wished you had your husband with you

It was a dull but deepening ache in your chest as you thought about it more and more and it was all you could think of

Was he losing interest? Now? With the baby on the way?

Did he not love you as much anymore?

It broke your heart, you couldn’t hold in your cries as it seeped out

Omi’s hand hovered over the doorknob before he heard you

He never felt it before in his life but his heart sunk deep inside hearing your cries

Your hands trembled as you buried your mouth into your elbow, muffling the cries as if you were afraid he could hear you all the way downstairs but you didn’t want to get carried away

You would have to return downstairs or see him at some point

Even if it felt like to you that he didn’t want to

Your arms and legs felt cold as you sat on the tiled floor of the bathroom, only the moonlight pooling in from the skylight was your only source of light in the bathroom

You hugged yourself the best you could, your hands rubbing over and around your pregnant belly

At least you weren’t truly alone

“I have you,” you whimpered to yourself in your head, feeling more tears slide down your face, dripping off your chin

This dreadful feeling - it was so unsatisfying

It didn’t feel right at all but there was nothing you could do, at least not that you could think of

It hurt

As you sniffled and cried in the moonlight by yourself in the cold bathroom, you almost didn’t hear the light knock until it was more prominent

The sound itself made you instinctively freeze as if you were hiding

“Y/N?”

Kiyoomi was knelt down on the carpet right outside the bathroom door, no longer standing

For the first time, he was heartbroken just hearing your anguish

He had never really loved someone outside his family or volleyball in his life before until you came in and now here you two were

He never understood how hearing others being sad could make himself sad but he knew now that he was experiencing it

“Please open the door.” He held the doorknob, the metal cool in the palm of his hand as he gripped it, not hesitating to open it as soon as he felt the click of you unlocking it

Before he could even think, his body moved as natural as breathing

“What’re you doing crying in the dark by yourself, honey?” He asked with such a hurt in his voice as the lights came on and your body was enveloped into his

His voluntary touch, his voice

He did his best to hold you even with your large pregnant belly in between the two of you

Your heart beat faster as your legs gave out a bit more despite you already being on the ground

Sad cries were buried into his chest

He practically lifted you off the floor and into his lap even though you were much heavier now that you were pregnant but he could care less about your pregnant weight, even if this was your normal weight

You cried and he comforted you, rubbing his hand down your back slowly, wiping away your tears, letting you let it all out

Nothing more mattered to him than you

“It feels like recently,” you started, your voice weak, your eyes down, watching your hands fiddle with each other with his hand that wiped your tears, pads of his fingers grazing your skin

“It feels like you’re avoiding me or like you don’t want me anymore - like you don’t want to be near me,” you whimpered, feeling a pang in your chest as it dissipated into a warm heat that melted through your body

Your own words made you feel crazy now that you were saying it out loud

“What do you mean?” He asked genuinely curious

“Have I been saying things in a brushing off manner? Did I ignore you?” He asked, assessing the terrain as usual

“Well, whenever we’re downstairs, I wanna cuddle with you but after a few minutes of me being beside you, you get up and go somewhere else,” your voice cracked as all these moments you’ve been observing for the past few weeks ran through your head

“And sometimes you come back and sit somewhere else, so it just feels like you don’t want me or you don’t want to be near me…” It hurt as it felt like your fear was coming through the more you thought about it, the more you said it

You sobbed into his chest, bringing your hands to your mouth to silence your cries but they were just too painful and obvious to hide

Kiyoomi listened to every word you said before he wrapped his arms more securely around you, resting his cheek upon the crown of your head as he rocked ever so slightly with you in his lap

“Have I really been doing that?” He spoke his thoughts, not remembering exactly when he did this but of course he didn’t mean to

You nodded, whimpering as the tears couldn’t be stopped, the sinking feeling now changing and morphing into almost what felt like a cold twist and pull inside, coiling more and more as the mere thought of your husband not wanting you grew

“I’m so sorry, Y/N, I really didn’t mean to do this. And of course I want to be with you.” He rubbed his hands against your arms, squeezing them without bringing you any pain

“I don’t want to make any excuses but it could’ve just been an old part of me that still exists.. With all these germs and diseases in the world, I never thought I would be with anyone at all..” He looked down to you, your face in such a close proximity with his, he just knew that if his high school self could see him now, he probably would have been in such utter disbelief

Words couldn’t even begin to describe the cool yet also warm wave of guilt slowly was over him as disappointment pooled deep within

“But you came into my life.” He reassured, putting his words together carefully. “You’re the one I married and I made a vow to be with til death years ago.” He squeezed with every word, hoping they would help mend your broken pieces back together

“I’m so sorry,” his voice cracked into a whisper, his hand cupping your face, wiping away as many tears as he could in hopes he could see your god sent smile soon

your eyes straining from all the tears you’ve been weeping

And at this point, you couldn’t even tell if they were open or closed anymore

But either way, you were just feeling so much all at once, it was overwhelming

you wanted this moment to freeze so everything could be sorted out

“I’m so sorry,” he repeated, wrapping his arms around you, squeezing you as tightly as he could without hurting you in any way

His tough alone, hearing him, feeling him, his warmth

It was just much for your wounded heart

“I’ll hold you like this whenever you want until it’s time for me to go back and however long you want.” He leaned back into the door, holding you close

His hands and arms never really ceased their movements as he always rubbed or stroked his skin lightly with yours

“I love you,” he spoke into your head, holding you as physically close as he could.

And never in his life did he ever think he would want this with anyone but he never wanted to let you go

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Ushijima: ft. Tendo

Pregnancy was very much the biggest, newest experience you would be going through for sure

Newest because you never thought you would live in such a lavish home, alongside many others, able to travel to any of them with any of the modes of transportation Wakatoshi provided

You never thought you would be connected to the mafia in any way, let alone be the wife of Wakatoshi, the boss, but the story of how you two met would be a different one to tell another day

Guards stood their post at the entrances, on the terraces, walked the dogs around the perimeter of the property

It felt like the safest place in the world but you knew there were always risks, always factors that weren’t obvious to consider whenever you went somewhere

And now that you were pregnant with your and Wakatoshi’s first child, there were extra precautions - more guards, tighter security around the perimeter and everywhere

He always wanted you safe but he never wanted you to feel trapped or like a dog on a leash

No, that was the last thing you wanted. If he could go back in time and never be involved in this dark life, he would

He would give it all up with no strings attached or any dangers if he could if it meant he could give you a normal life and family that you could call your own with your own husband and kids

Thunder rumbled as rain poured down from the skies

You paused in your steps at a particular loud boom of thunder, clinging onto the arm of the man beside you as you walked around the house since you couldn’t really walk your normal outside route

“You’re scared of thunder?” The somewhat playful voice of Tendou Satori chimed lightly as he peered outside before glancing back to you

“Just a bit..” You understated, doing your best to hide behind the tall, lean man just a bit as you the two of you walked through one part of the estate that you loved whenever the weather was anything but stormy

The windows in this hallway bridge-like area of the house was just so big, it was mesmerizing but whenever the dark storm clouds rolled by, you wanted to be as far away as possible

It was just the daunting fear you had that, somehow, thunder or wind or even lightning would strike the window, blowing the shattered pieces inward and toward you and you would just die like that

“Can we go a little faster? I don’t like being here when it storms..” You reached with your other hand over your belly, grasping his uniform jacket even more

“Hmm hmm, sure thing,” he hummed. “But you’re the one setting the pace, I’ve just been following you, Y/N,” he teased but you knew it was the truth

You wanted to go on your daily walk outside and usually it was either Wakatoshi with you or Tendou but more recently, it had been Tendou and your walk had to be inside because of the weather

“I’m waddling as fast as I can!” You bantered, getting him to laugh

You only started these little strolls since your belly had been growing since it helped relieve and most of the time prevent cramps - though they still came out of nowhere at times

Tendou had been by Wakatoshi’s side since as long as you could remember

He was the top head of the security and both your and Wakatoshi’s first hand man when it came to anything - he knew everyone

You waddled along the carpet, eyes staring off into the distance of the house

There was just a feeling

You couldn’t quite put your finger on it

How long had it been since you got to hold onto your husband’s arm?

How long before you could again?

Turning the corner from the hall, you could hear rain beginning to tap and shower onto the glass of the windows

But of course, you also didn’t miss the flash of thunder, making you squeeze onto Tendou’s arm

“Hm, there there. The storm can’t get in,” he comforted you with his soothing voice, nice to listen to as it wasn’t too harsh or low but quite playful despite his combat abilities that would make others think he was quite intimidating

He led you away, down another hall, turning into a more concealed room that had less windows but there were a lot of things he could distract you with

It was sort of like a library but it wasn’t at the same time - it was weird but it was one of those rooms in the whole estate that could be anything wakatoshi or you wanted

But this was your comfort-play room

It was a tall yet also “small” room where he wakatoshi was able to get you anything you wanted

To the left of the entrance, there were bookshelves of your favorite mangas, graphic novels, book series, photo albums that took up half of a whole wall with a nice wooden table where you could sit and eat or study or anything

Then on the other side of the room, to the right of the entrance, there was a big tv and big plush couch that you could sleep on like a bed or just to lounge back and watch movies

There were gaming consoles and movies that you could always be able to watch or play, with nice led lights that changed based on the ambiance you chose or based off the sound

And quite a unique feature was a fridge disguised as a bookshelf, filled with cool snacks and drinks and water and just a lot more that you also shared with security and others that worked in the house, though toshi would remind you that you didn’t have to

But you insisted, they were humans too with lives and souls

“Are you going tonight?” You sat yourself onto the couch, the plush fabric rubbing against your skin, leaning into the plush back as he stood at the door, holding his hands behind his back

“The gala? No.. I’m staying here with you tonight,” he smiled, popping his hands out to make jazz hands. “To keep you safe~” he chimed. “And company.”

You patted the couch, inviting him over since he never really needed to stand at the door and be super formal with you - plus you knew that he was always on guard no matter how relaxed he truly looked

He had two lives to protect in this room, even if it meant giving up his own for your ensured survival

He was a friend of yours too, someone in the house you could talk to about anything beside toshi if he wasn’t there, who unfortunately wasn’t the most accessible recently

“Is tosh bringing a guest this year?” You pondered

“No, not this year I don’t think.. he seemed a lot busier this morning when I saw him and he talked about how a few others were unhappy but he didn’t seem too bothered. It was just other business stuff I didn’t ask about..”

You nodded before you mindlessly turned on the tv. “Do you want to watch anything?” You turned toward him

“Mm, maybe some horror?” He suggested. “But will you be brave enough?”

“I actually don’t know, I’ve never really watched any horrors, but you’re staying with me tonight anyways.” And with that said, you put on his suggestion of the conjuring

The ambiance of the room shifted, turning dark as it matched the movie, the surround system making you tense even though nothing had really happened yet

But all you could sort of think about was the gala

It was a prestigious event where leaders of the city and mostly those in the higher socioeconomic class gathered, having a luxurious dinner with a ball

Toshi had taken you a few times, though as his power grew, so did the threats - there was a shooting one year where there were fortunately no casualties, though a lot of heavily injured and it was revealed by the police that you were the main target

From then on, security increased and he didn’t let you go as his guest

Instead, a fake guest that was dressed to look like you was invited

Initially, the thought made you feel envious of whoever got to go.. got to spend time with your husband when you didn’t get to but he kept your worries at bay, riding at separate cars, not even offering to dance as he would mainly eat dinner and leave

But even his guests were shot and killed

The movie kept you tense the entire times

The white noise during the silent parts, the sudden base drops and loud booms of doors slamming or jump scares - it was all so much

You curled your legs up, holding one of the large pillows in your lap so you could easily hide away behind it because if you couldn’t see the ghost, the ghost couldn’t see you

“Can I hold your arm?” You looked over to tendo as he enjoyed the movie as you scorched yourself closer to him, already reaching for his limb before he could actually respond

“Sure,” he laughed. “But if you want to stop watching, we can always watch something else.”

“No, cause now I want to know what happens.” You clutched onto his arm, his hand loosely in yours, just resting there

If anything, you were the one squeezing him, making him actually laugh through the movie than scared at the loud noises and jump scares - plus the face he had already seen this series quite a few times but still loved it

As much as you appreciated tendo and loved him as a friend, you wished that you were hugging your husband’s arm instead

To get your mind off of it, you pushed through the conjuring series movie, even the prequels like the nun, only to cling tighter and tighter to tendo through all of them

Before you knew it, it was practically the usual time Wakatoshi would be leaving

“I wanna go see him off!” You paused the movie, instantly turning on the lights and reaching out your hand so tendo could help pull you to your feet. “If he’s not bringing a guest then maybe he can just stay home tonight then?” You wondered to yourself, a fall hope casting a glaze over the truth you didn’t want to admit over yourself

Tendo escorted you down the brightly lit hallway, leading you down the stairs, through the living room, past the kitchen, down a small elevator which led right into the basement, and finally turning the corner into the main garage, right where you caught up to him

He looked stunning in his suit, his olive green hair slicked back

“Toshi!” You waddled the fastest you could over to him beside the open car door, his men watching stoically like statues all around at their posts

Now that you were down here, it was you had a single chance - like you had to trust the other person not to drop the rope or to let go of their hand

“Y/N,” his voice was so clear and strong, sounding over the car, though you could just tell from how he said it, his tone was off - he wasn’t in his bestest mood

Before you could speak, he took a few strides, walking past you, approaching Tendo who stood at the door

Before you could fully turn around, you heard it and it was too late

Tendo’s face looked down and to the side, his cheek turning red as he kept his composure while your husband spoke, clearly upset about something.. angry even

“I told you to keep her inside while I left. Which part of those orders were unclear?” Ushijima spoke, staring into the eyes of tendo who only kept his head down, not daring to say another word. “I specifically instructed you that I didn’t want to see her when I left..”

“What?” Your heart dropped, the heart from your chest suddenly turning cold

It burned your eyes, the prickles of your tears, which felt sharper than ever in your dry eyes as all you could do was stare

Did you hear correctly? Your own husband didn’t want you to see him off? Or to.. see you tonight?

When he turned back around, he made long, clear strides to the car, barely even looking at you

“Bring her back upstairs.” His final orders as he shut the door, the vehicle driving off

Tendo silently approached you, an apologetic look pooling in his eyes as your vision of him blurred before the hot tear trickled down your cheek

He led you in, staying with you

The ride up the elevator felt slower than before when you went down Stepping out, you took his hand, leading him to the counter while others were stationed

“Please leave us,” you could barely speak but with a silent nod from tendo and the others, they left

You grabbed a small ice pack from the freezer, waddling it over to tendo, his cheek rosier than before, and brought the pack up to his face

He kept his eyes down, even raising his hands up so you wouldn’t have to hold it but your hand would only push his away

It was only when he saw the tear drops fall onto the floor did his eyes shoot up

His heart ached for you as he couldn’t even begin to imagine how you must’ve felt

“Y/N-“

“Why didn’t he want to see me?” It only hurt more as you rubbed salt into your own wound, repeating his words. “What did I do wrong?” Your lip quivered as all you could manage to do was stand still, staring off toward the wall as the tears fell as fast as they came, drenching your cheeks and your shirt around your belly with tears and wet stains

It only took a moment before you took deep gasps for air, your face scrunching up as you cried, your legs no longer having the energy to hold you up as you sunk to the cold tiled floor

“Y/N!” Tendo took hold of your arms, trying to help you stand but you just couldn’t

“I just wanted to see him.. I feel like I haven’t seen him in so long cause of his work and- and then..” You couldn’t push yourself anymore as you caught yourself, keeping the dam at bay. “I just wanted to see him, Satori, was that so wrong?” You sobbed, face contorted, lip weak as you broke

There was no point in keeping it in when it hurt so much yet felt so good to let it all out

“I miss him!” You clung onto his arms as he did his best to help you to your feet

The pain you felt - it ached, it burned, it seared itself onto your soul so that every thought, no matter how recent or fresh a thought of your husband was it made sure to make it’s presence known

The pain made sure to hurt and hurt it did with your own husband’s words repeating in your head

Tendo knelt beside you, offering his handkerchief to wipe away your tears although they never showed any signs of stopping

With all his might, he carried you upstairs, walking you to your bedroom where you went in, closing the door immediately on him

Even just looking at the bed, as much as you loved it and wished to sleep away the pain, you knew, you could feel how much your heart ached just seeing his pillow

You mustered up the energy to crawl in, pulling the blanket over you, pillows into your arms and between your legs and you just sobbed

Nothing felt like it mattered and it felt like nothing could be done about this pain

Tendo could hear it all through the door as he stood guarding his post, glancing up at the camera in the corner as he saw the red light blinking and through it, he knew who was watching

On the other side, Ushijima looked Ito the camera’s surveillance, cooled off a bit more

A strange feeling began to pool inside of him as he switched back, hearing your audible distress through the cameras and that he was the cause - guilt

“Turn around.” He commanded to his driver

The longer he stared outside the window and at his phone of the cameras, all he could think about was you and just the shame he felt for having to hurt you

He was completely oblivious to your feelings of wanting him at your side but felt so ignorant for not being at your side in the first place

“I will make things right..” He told himself as the car sped back home

Your nose grew stuffier and your eyes puffier the longer you laid there, just… you didn’t even know what you wanted at this point

The front castes of the state opened and close, allowing his car to slip back into the garage as he sped his way upstairs, right towards you, passed the numerous guards and servants

“Tendo.. I’m sorry.” He apologized as the other bowed his head before he opened the door and slipping himself in, shutting it silently behind him

Hearing your sobs through the cameras were already bringing him enough guilt but to hear it before him, he could hear and practically feel the pain he had caused you

He silently stepped over to you, kneeling beside your bed

“Y/N,” he said, bringing you a strange feeling aside from pain.. How was it that the voice that hurt you not long ago was saying your name with such a softness, that you couldn’t even believe it was the same one that hurt you?

“There’s no physical amount of love I can give you or speak with enough love in my words to make up for my hurtful words. There is no good excuse for what I said. I am sorry.”

You were speechless - you didn’t know what you wanted to do or say? Not respond to him? But that would only open a rift.. respond? Hugging would be nice since that’s just what you’ve been wanting to do for so long but you were so upset about his words, how he treated tendo

He knelt on his knees beside you, silently, patiently waiting for what you had to do or say

You remained still, laid on your side with the damp pillows in your arms as you kept your eyes closed - you wanted this to be a nightmare and maybe you would wake up while watching the movie with tendo back in your other room

But this was the aching reality

“Why.. did you say you didn’t want to see me?” You thought you had the courage as you pushed the words through your closed throat but you were wrong

Your voice lost its strength throughout the sentence as you swallowed, feeling the hard aching lump

“There is no excuse for my temper. I sincerely apologize for taking it out on you. I was angry to begin with because of the business I had to take care of before the gala and not everything went smoothly. I wanted to further ensure your safety in case others attempt an intrusion while I was leaving. I am terribly sorry, Y/N..” He lowered his head upset, feeling like a fool at himself

He should’ve never taken his emotions out on you. Instead, he should have felt the opposite effect

Seeing you before the party should’ve been the best thing, where all his negativity could be changed to something better because you were the best person who had come into his life

Shame and dread mixed and stirred within Wakatoshi beside you

He didn’t feel worthy

Guilt ate at him but to him, he opened his arms to these feelings knowing that this would not be enough punishment for speaking and treating like he did tonight

“If you wish, I will leave you..” He stood, turning to make his leave when he felt a grasp, a force

You pulled onto his hand, the two of you locking eyes as he fell onto the bed, his hands falling on both sides of your legs

And now he could see you so clearly, it hit him all at once

He missed you too

God seeing your eyes, how red they were, how tired - how could he have done this to you

“Stay.. Stay,” was all you could push out, your voice squeaking

This was the last thing he had expected you to say

He didn’t know what to say

He nodded, silently pushing himself off as he slipped out of your fingers to disappear into the closet, changing out of his suit into much comfier, simpler clothes

You wiped your face with your sleeves, feeling the sting at the sudden dryness of your skin

“Please don’t cry…” he wished to say, but obviously if you wanted to, you would’ve - and deep down, it was subconsciously something he wanted to say to make himself feel a bit better about himself but he didn’t

He knew better

Getting into bed beside you, he brought a tissue box, plucking a few as he moved himself to your side, feeling more and more ashamed of himself as he got closer, seeing your anguish

“I’m so sorry..” He wiped your face gently

It felt like there was nothing he could say since he hurt you originally with the words but now it felt like all he could truly to to help was to be with you

It was what you had wanted

You gave him another shock as you reached your arms around him, holding him and for once tonight, the comforting feeling of feeling your husband in your arms actually felt better than the words that broke your heart

This

You were so starved of it and now you could heal

He wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back as you nuzzled yourself into his chest

“Did you apologize to tendo?” You asked, sniffling as you looked up to him, stern with a small pout on your lips and brows furrowed, ready to be angry

“I did.. I will apologize more sincerely tomorrow, but tonight, you should rest..” He paused, cupping your face, grazing his thumb along your dry cheek

“I will be here and be by your side whenever you wish from now on. This is my promise to you,” he vowed, cherishing the feeling of your body laying in his, pondering what he did that made him able to deserve you in his life, to be by his side in this lifetime

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[noctumbra]

𝒂𝒃𝒚𝒔𝒔

summary ─ hades gasped at the feeling. he could feel tears prickling his shiny silver eyes.

pairing ─ hades!bucky barnes x persephone!reader

warnings ─ light angst, a little fluff (blink you miss it), depressed thoughts, loneliness, general the winter soldier thinking (does that even make any sense), tws!bucky, love at first sight, this part is just,,,,, a part :d nothing really important happens

a/n ─ i listened to a song and got inspired all of a sudden. moodboards spurred me on, too, so here i am! hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do! thank youuuu <333 [there will be a sequel :) ]

Underworld was a dark and lonely place. There was almost no light; the souls coming out from the Styx River were providing only a very small amount. The torches were the only other source of light. It wasn’t a problem to Hades, though. He could see very well in dark.

He looked around as he walked up to the river. He could hear some souls weeping, some crying and some talking to themselves in gibberish. With every small wave of the river, there was a new soul appearing above it, and Hades actually loved watching them wander around.

His castle was made on some type of a hill. Whenever he looked out of his window, he could see Underworld in its all dark glory. It was a beautiful place, actually. One should have had a love for darkness to get used to here, Hades thought idly as his eyes wander around, and taking in the sight before him.

Sometimes, though, sometimes Hades preferred the surface to Underworld. Sometimes, he yearned for its fresh air instead of Underworld’s cold and stale air. It wasn’t smelly, but after some amount of time, it became unbearable to him. So, he occasionally visited the surface.

Today was one of those days.  

The weather was nice when Hades stepped into the forest. There was a light chill, the sun was shining bright and warming the places where its rays touched. Trees were vibrant green, flowers were smiling at the sun. Some of the animals were hoping from one place to another, birds chirping and some rustle caused by other animals could be heard.

Hades watched the happy scene before him with clouded, dark and sad eyes. His eyes were their real color, steel blue, instead of the threatening shiny silver. He had his classic all-black outfit on him, his big cloak covering his wings. His hair was down, crown left behind in his castle in the Underworld.

He took a shaky, silent breath as he let the fresh air of the forest fill in his lungs. He stood where he was for a couple more minutes. He was relishing the feeling of the sun’s shy kisses to his bare hands. He missed the sun, he missed its warmth, Hades realized. Underworld was always so cold, so dark and so empty. So lonely. Standing in this very forest, Hades did not feel lonely. There were a lot of alive creatures around him. He felt alive, he realized. It had been a while since I felt like that, Hades thought.

He exhaled softly, taking a tentative step forward. As soon as his foot met the green ground, the grass paled, its vibrant color turned into an ash gray: Its life died as soon as Hades’ presence touched it. Hades felt its life energy fading into the thin air. A sad feeling bloomed in his chest. He kept walking forward, dragging the end of his cloak behind him, making it kiss the dead grass his steps behind.

Ignoring the fact that he was taking the life energy of all the live things when he touched them, Hades enjoyed the warmth of the sun on his face. As he walked deeper into the forest, as he chased the warmth, the more he felt like a human. An amused, faint smile caused the corner of his lips curl up a bit at the thought.

Feeling like a human, he thought again. It was a far thing for him. He could only imagine what kind of beings they were since he was never been one. He watched their lives float in front him, all lost and lonely and sad. Just like him.

Hades felt his body shiver and tremble slightly albeit the sun shining right above him with its all might. He made peace with his loneliness centuries ago, but it never stopped hurting him, never stopped him from shivering and feeling sad whenever he realized how lonely he was. He was okay with it, but it hurt nevertheless.

Eyes closed, lost in his mind, drifting in the sea of his dark thoughts, Hades heard a soft voice. It sounded very much like a laugh. His eyes snapped open, glimmering with its dangerous shiny silver color. He didn’t dare to take another step instead he listened.

A soft breeze licked his face, kissed his cheeks and stroked his long hair, but Hades did not dare to move. He could hear birds chirping still, leaves on the trees were playing with the breeze, but there was no other voice. Did he mistaken, then? It couldn’t be, he thought. He was never mistaken. Just as he took a small step forward, he heard the same soft voice again.

“Ah, miss petunia,” his ears picked up the light talking immediately. “You look very beautiful today.” Then, a gentle laughter echoed in the forest.

Hades shrugged, causing his cloak to fall off his shoulders, and revealed his enormous wings. They were pitch black with silver strikes in them. They looked like a night sky without a moon but with a lot of stars. They opened on his sides with another light shrug, immediately shadowing over the small animals and flowers from the sunlight.

Hades quietly walked towards the sound. Whoever they were, they were talking to someone very gently and lovingly. He wanted to know how they looked like, wanted to know if they were a threat to him. Hades was curious.

“Oh, hello,” the voice called out gently as Hades hid behind a tree when he came as close as he could to the voice. “Hello, mister rabbit, where is the rush?” They giggled, their fragile sounding laughter echoed weakly. Hades emerged behind the tree and turned his shiny silver eyes to the talking person.

They were a woman with gorgeous hair that shone beautifully under the sunlight. She was wearing a cream colored dress that hung on her body comfortably. She had a flower crown adorning her hair, a small basket next to her which was filled with some fruits and flowers she had been picking up from here and there. Her face was shining even brighter than the sun itself; her large smile, sparkling, happy eyes were filling Hades with life.

She was breathing life into his very dead and cold soul without even realizing his presence. She was warming his whole body, from head to toe, each bone in his immortal body was singing with the warmth and life she was giving to him just by being in his sight.

Hades gasped at the feeling. He could feel tears prickling his shiny silver eyes. This feeling in his chest, in his heart, he had never felt anything like it before. He had lived many lives, had been alive for so long and would be alive for many, many more, but this feeling he would never forget.

His cold, dead and black heart was beating. With each beat, his body was getting warmer.

Suddenly, she became his sun, his oxygen and his purpose of living. She was his center of his world. She was this bright side of him that he never had before.

Suddenly, she was his everything, but she didn’t know that. Yet.

Hades sobbed softly for the first time in many centuries, and he fell to his knees, his wings dropping with him. The real color of his eyes, steel blue, peeked under the silver, the tears were making them shine bright. Hades felt the sunlight hit where he was on his knees, but he didn’t feel its warmth because he had hers. Her warmth. He didn’t need the sun anymore, not when he had her. Another sob made its way out of his mouth. His chest was heaving slightly with the silent tears and sobs and gasps.

For the first time in his whole immortal life, Hades felt the feeling what humans called love filling his whole being, his chest and heart. It made him feel lighter and happier. Everything was bright now, the darkness was scared and it ran away from him.

Hades felt happy because he wasn’t in the darkness anymore. She was his light.

Hades felt lighter because he wasn’t alone anymore. He had her.

She was his, and he was hers.

Hades smiled.

It was the most sincere smile his lips ever taken the form of. It felt real and sincere to him, too.

So, he just smiled wider.  

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[almatiarau]

Intertwined - Chapter 3

Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: fluff, (eventual) smut, angst? Slice of life, age gap (reader is older than JK), Idol!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: Descriptive sexual activities, penetrative sex (minors please don’t read!) 

Word Count: 5.7k

Disclaimers: I don’t own BTS - they simply inspire me! This is a pure fiction and none of the content in this is reflecting on how the members are in real life. Please be wise.

Summary: Jungkook is a superstar, y/n is a divorcee, two unlikeable worlds colliding with the love of music and deep talk, but life is not always a fairytale right?

A/N: Hi guys, so this chapter will contain a sex scene so please beware for those under the age of 18 I strongly suggest not to read this okay? Otherwise please have fun!! and also I hope you guys enjoy the story! Happy reading!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Y/N POV 

These past 3 weeks had been surreal. Jungkook and I had been constantly talking, by text, by phone. One day it’s just a simple text of asking how we are doing that day, and some days it was intense discussion on many things. Mostly topics I was discussing on air. He’d been listening to most of my broadcast, and afterwards, he’d text or call me to share his own thoughts. A few times I also shared with him some stories my listeners had sent me via emails.

 “It’s still feels weird to me how you are so fascinated on these stories.” I stared at my room’s ceiling, shadows of the tree’s rustling from outside outlines. My phone illuminating from the pillow, just beside my head. I put the call on speaker.

 “I don’t know, maybe because I can’t experience much in terms of socializing I guess.” Jungkook replied. “I don’t think I’ll be able to experience half of these people are facing in my lifetime.” I could sense just a hint of sadness in his voice. It breaks my heart.

 “Hey, don’t say that, you’re so young, you still have many years to live life to the fullest.” I tried cheering him up.

 He chuckled lightly. “Now I’ll sound like ungrateful brat, but I do miss living a normal life sometimes. Getting into the crowded subway in rush hour, dancing with others while watching my favourite band performs, lining up and getting excited for a new ride at Disneyland, going out for a movie date…” His voice trailing into the last sentence.

 “I’m sorry Jungkook, I can’t imagine how it feels… I don’t care about the ungrateful part; hardship is hardship whenever you’re going through it.”

 It was silence for a while. I felt like we are contemplating in our own deep thoughts, but we knew that we were not finished talking yet. My current favourite song playing softly in the background. Keshi’s Less Of You. Since Ae Ra is currently with Seo Jun, I could put on a song to accompany me at night.

 “When you come home… I just got over being less of you…” Jungkook sang along with the chorus. Oh to have him singing like this I felt like I could just go to sleep peacefully. One of the things I have been struggling with. Sleep for 8 hours straight without anything weighing on my mind.

 “Hey.”

 I woke up from my thoughts. “Hey.”

 “Do you have any plans tomorrow night?” He asked. “There’s no Heal and Chill’s schedule right?”

 “Yup, I only have to work at the café until around 6PM.”

 “Ae Ra is with your ex?”

 “Yes, I’ll pick her up the day after tomorrow. Why?” I tried to hold back my curiosity. Part of me wishing I could see him again, but another part of me wished that I don’t. It’s hard enough reminding myself everyday that whatever this is, should not, or would not go beyond friendship, brother-sister type of relationship. He’s Jeon Jungkook, why would he be with me out of thousands, or millions younger beautiful girls out there.

 “Let me cook you something. You’ve been telling me how you wanted to just chill, listening to some music, eat good food. I don’t think I can take you out right now, so how about I’ll cook you dinner at my apartment and we can listen to music and just talk?”

 My heart beats so loud I’m afraid he could hear through the phone. “Uhm, okay, will Jimin be okay with me coming over?”

 Jungkook cleared his throat. “He’ll be going back to Busan tomorrow to see his parents.”

 I put my left hand over my chest, hoping it will calm my beating heart. Please don’t get too excited heart, this is not what you think it is, it will never be.

 “Okay.” I said. Hopeful that he didn’t hear my nervousness.

 “I’ll pick you up at your house 7PM, is that okay?”

 “Sounds great.” I glanced at my clock on the wall. It’s 1AM already. “Jungkook, I think I need to go to bed now, I have to get up early for tomorrow.”

 “Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow. Good night, Y/N.”

 “Good night, Kook.”

 He chuckled. “I like that.”

 “Like what?” I asked curiously.

 “When you call me Kook.”

 JK POV

 The clock turned 7:00 sharp when I arrived in front of Y/N’s house. Thank God today’s schedule finished just in time with no delay. We were shooting for our variety show and most of the time it wouldn’t be finished on time. However, today’s everything went smoothly. I remembered Seokjin asked me earlier why I was such in a rush after we finished the shoot.

 “Jungkook-ah, where are you going? Lets get samgyeopsal for dinner.”

 “Sorry hyung I have somewhere to go.” I put my notes and Bluetooth headphone inside my backpack and rushed out of the studio, leaving Seokjin and Taehyung in puzzled face.

 I got out of my thoughts when I heard someone knocked on the car’s window. It’s Y/N wearing a beret and a mask. I could see her eyes twinkling. I gestured her to back up a little as I’m opening my car door.

 “Hey.” She said. “You’re deep in thoughts.”

 “Hey, sorry.” I scratched head in the back while grinning sheepishly behind my mask. I looked at her carrying a groceries bag. “What do you have there?” As I moved forward and took the bag from her right hand.

 “Since you said you’ll make me dinner, I’ll make you a chocolate pannacota for dessert.” She answered while she made her way to the passenger seat.

 My eyes light up on the word dessert. “I’d love that!”

 Y/N POV

 I don’t know what to expect from a bachelor pad of two young successful artist like Jeon Jungkook & Park Jimin. A modern sleek all black interior? Over the top arts displaying aggressively? A pet tiger? But the moment he let me in their apartment, all those thoughts went away.

 It was quite the opposite. It was sleek alright, but it’s mostly in white and creamy beige colors, hints of woods here and there adding warmth into the space. A large crème leather sofa took most of the space in the living room, facing a very big flatscreen TV. I noticed some gaming consoles on the TV drawer. A fluffy brown faux fur carpet decorating the space underneath the coffee table. On the right side, the kitchen set was mostly white sleek cabinets and kitchen island, with greyish marble countertop. I could see also some plants here and there, tying up the cozy feeling of the place.

 Jungkook clicked on a monitor display besides the entrance door and I could hear music started playing. I looked around the ceiling trying to pinpoint where the speakers are.

 “It came from the speaker near the TV, the first thing I bought when moving into this place is the sound system.” He answered my unspoken question. I let out a small laugh and turned to him.

 “As I said, I could not live without music, and good music needs to be heard with the best quality.”  He winked.

 The next 30 minutes we spent in the kitchen. Jungkook was busy going back and forth between his ipad and the stove to ensure the recipes is correct while making us a budae jjigae. While I’m also keeping busy preparing my chocolate pannacota.

 As I set few glass cups of pannacota into the fridge. Jungkook also had finished preparing the meal and set down two bowls of rice on the dinner table.

 “Y/N, the meal’s ready, let’s eat.” He took of his apron and pulled out a chair, motioning me to sit down. He then sat down at the next chair.

 “I hope this tastes okay, I have made this several times for the members and always get the compliments.” He smiled sheepishly.

 “This smells amazing! I’m sure it’ll taste the same as it smells.” I grinned widely and took his bowl to fill it with the soup. He looked a bit surprised.

 “Why the surprise face Kook?” I tried to fill out his bowl with as many toppings as I could.

 “Nah it’s just I’m usually the one filling out the bowls for all the members since I’m the youngest.” He took the bowl I handed to him and mouthed a Thank You.

 We enjoyed the meal thoroughly, it was really good and fulfilling, keeping our tummies warm. I stood up and started gathering our used bowls and chopsticks when Jungkook’s hand held my wrist. “Hey, you’re the guest, just sit down there on the sofa and I’ll join you in a while.”

 I smiled at him and shook my head. “No, you’ve cooked me the meal, let me put this in the kitchen sink. You sit down on the couch and I’ll bring the dessert. I insist.” I emphasized my last sentence with a determined look and he gave up.

 A few minutes later I brought the two cups of pannacota and walked into the living room. I saw Jungkook sat there adjusting the volume of the sound system on his remote. Dhruv’s Double Take started to play.

 Jungkook looked up at me and patted the space besides him, gesturing me to sit down. I plopped down beside him and handed him one of the glass cup. He smiled widely and started digging in.

 “Have I told you I love dessert too much for my own good?” He flashed his bunny smile. “And this is so good.”

 I chuckled. “Thanks, it’s so easy, I’ll make you more if you like it that much.”

 “Oh but then the hour I have to pay at the gym for this.” He whined.

 “Come on Kook, you already look so good, don’t push yourself too hard.”

 He softly smiled. “Yeah it’s just sometimes I feel like a responsibility to keep up the image. Everyone had been saying the same thing, that I’m just overthinking it.”

 “Well I can understand what you’re saying though, my ex had been telling me how I’m my biggest critic, that I’m too hard on myself.” I said as I put my empty cup on the coffee table.

 Jungkook also placed his finished cup on the table. He crossed his legs on the sofa and faced me comfortably. Seeing him getting comfortable, I followed him and put my legs up, my arms leaning sideways to the sofa headrest so that we are face to face.

 “How is that?” He asked.

 “Well, I told myself when I split up with Seo Jun, that I wanted to live my life with more fulfillness, I had been working so hard before, putting everyone else’s priority before mine, I was starting to lose my grip.” My eyes drifted at the big window behind Jungkook.

 “I breathed but didn’t feel like living. I felt numb with everyone’s touch on my skin. I didn’t realize who I was anymore when I saw my reflection in the mirror.” I held back a tear that was threatening to roll down my cheeks.

 “I yearned to live. Seo Jun is a nice guy, too nice almost.” I chuckled. “But I yearned for someone to go on an adventure in life, discuss and talk with me, about dreams and hopes. I guess we just like different things.” I sighed.

 Jungkook looked at me with a look I couldn’t describe, a curiosity, but also affections?

 “How different?” He asked.

 “Well, for starters, I wished he’d took me out really.” I smiled. “I love dancing, I love music, maybe I’m just a hopeless romantic, but I have always wanted to slow dance with my partner, but even we didn’t do that at our wedding.” I sniffled.

 Daniel Caesar feat. H.E.R’s Best Part came to play. I smiled weakly and just about to wipe my eyes because I could feel it watering when Jungkook stood up suddenly and stretched out his right arms in front of me.

 “Come on let’s dance.” He gave me a soft smile.

 I took his hand and got up. He asked my eyes for permission as he started to circle my waist. I nodded to him and he pulled me closer. His left hand took my right and put it on his shoulder. My heart beating so hard, I was so afraid to look him in the eyes. He could sense my uncertainty leaned his face forward to whisper in my right ear.

 “Relax. Cry if you want to, or smile if you want to, don’t mind me at all, I’m here for you.”

 With that said I could not hold my tears any longer and sobbed. I leaned my head on his chest and he pulled me in a hug. We swayed a little following the song.

 “You deserve to be happy Y/N. You’re not responsible for anyone’s happiness besides Ae Ra.” He whispered. I nodded weakly. My tears staining Jungkook’s shirt.

 I looked up to him, his eyes softening while his hand trying to wipe the tears from my cheeks. My right hand tried to wipe away the wet spots on his shirt.

 “I’m sorry for being such a mess.” I sniffled.

 He smiled softly. “No, you’re human. We are all, and we deserve a good cry from time to time.”

I looked deeply in his eyes and found nothing but sincerity. He’s 7 years younger than I am but never did he acted like one. It must have been hard. He must have had to grow up faster than he should be and it must have left a hole somewhere inside of him.

 I touched his chest lightly. “Jungkook, tell me what pains you.”

 I could feel him stiffening a bit. He must have been taken aback by my words. I searched for answer in his eyes and he lowered his gaze. He stuttered a bit. “Besides the member and my mom, no one had asked me that. And I have never really answer it.”

 To my surprise, he grazed my hair lightly. “I’m so scared of letting people down. I feel like now that I got so many eyes on me, one mistake, one misbehaviour and everything might collapse. It had been so tiring walking on these eggshells.”

 “Me reaching out for you was not a wise idea.” He sighed while I felt my breath a little bit hitched on my throat. I knew this. I should have been the wiser one, but no, I was too mesmerized by him that I threw away all my senses.

 He pulled up my chin so I could look him in the eye. “I gotta be honest, I don’t know yet how to approach this Y/N. I’m struggling inside, I don’t want to disrespect you, yet, I don’t think I can let you just pass by my life.”

 My eyes went wide. What does he mean by disrespecting me? And why does this confuse him if it means we’re just friends.

 “Jungkook I’m sorry, I should have been more aware with your situation and doesn’t complicate this. I tried to pull back from him but I could feel him tightening his embrace on my waist. “I should have been wiser considering I’m older.”

 “Y/N, please… Noona, please…” He put his finger on my lips. “It’s hard enough for me to comprehend this. Even though that means nothing to me. Nothing.”

 I furrowed my eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

 He caressed my left cheek gently. I could feel myself shivering from his touch. I know what he meant but I didn’t want to believe it.

 “Me being younger than you.” He didn’t stop caressing my cheek. “All I’m thinking about is whether you’ll feel disrespected by me.”

 “How am I feel disrespected?” I closed my eyes and leaned more on his hands enveloping my cheek. “When it feels this good.”

 “Because I’ll feel like kissing you, and more…” He sighed.

 I opened my eyes and could feel my heart pounded against my chest. I have never felt this crave in so long. I reached out to caress his cheek in return to make him look at me in the eyes.

 “For what it’s worth. I feel the same way, Kook.”

 And with that sentence, he crashed his lips into mine. Gently, subtly. It felt like an electric shockwave throughout my body. His lips felt so soft against mine, we chased each other’s like our life depending on it. However somehow, I could not hold back of the pain seeping inside me. This felt so good, so right. Being with him felt so right in many aspects, yet, it also felt so wrong. Tears started streaming down my eyes.

 Jungkook opened his eyes and pulled back a little when he felt the salty liquid down my face. He searched for my eyes which I kept closed from the moment his lips touched mine.

 “Hey, do I hurt you? Baby, please don’t cry.” He wiped away my tears with his thumb.

  I could feel the pain stung harder hearing him calling me baby, resulting to me sobbing more uncontrollably.

 “Baby, baby tell me what’s wrong?” His voice soft but still hinted a little bit of panic.

 I eventually looked him in the eyes. “It’s been a while since I feel this happy and alive, but at the same time, I know that...” My breath hitched a little. “I know that I shouldn’t hope for anything.”

 Jungkook took me to his embrace, he held me so tightly. “Y/N I don’t care about your past, your age, whatever it is baggage you’re bringing, maybe I should warn you too that I’m also carrying around my baggage, but I swear to God, I don’t want to let you go.”

 “What should we do, Kook? I’m just a regular person, not much it could affected me as much as it will affects you.” I said weakly.

 “Don’t you worry about that.” He cupped my cheeks with his warm big hands. He looked at me reassuringly. “As long as you are okay being with a kid like me.”

 “You said it yourself that you’re a grown up 24 year old man, why would you say that again?” I pouted.

 “Because I feel insecure. What if you find me too childish? While I want to be that man for you.”

 I chuckled. “Being manly is overrated Kook. I mean you can look the manliest man but then you go and abuse your partner, how is that called a man?”

 He smiled lightly. “I see your point there.”

 “Besides, I’m looking for someone who could make me feel alive, so far, you’ve been doing just that.”

 “How so?” He asked curiously and whatever came over me being this bold I could not fathom. I took his tattooed right hand and put it in my chest, against my heart. It hadn’t stopped pounding from the moment he took me to his embrace.

 “This had not been working this hard for quite a long time, Kook. You brought me to life.”

 JK POV

 The moment she put my hand over her chest, all the insecurities and worries I had been feeling were thrown outside the window. I knew how it feels to crave for someone, but this goes beyond physical desire. I have never felt the need to protect someone and to please someone as much I am right now with Y/N in my arms. The way we communicated, the way she talked with me, feels like I’m enveloped in a warm blanket, while at the same time, free as a bird flying around.

 She made me wanted to talk about many things because I could see she genuinely interested. Never one topic made her flinched. Never one opinion she shared feels like judging. She always tries to find the other angle, trying to find the other perspective. It sometimes hurt me, feeling like she always has to make sure people around her feels safe. Then who will keep her safe and secure with her own thoughts?

 “Baby, will you let me show you the man I could be?” I searched her eyes for any doubt, any hesitance, but found none. I could only find a desire, matching with mine.

 She answered me by standing on her tiptoes and locked her lips into mine. I put my hands under her thighs and whispered. “Jump.” She then locked her legs around my waist and I carried her to my room. I pushed the door open with my right leg and walked towards the king size bed. I put her down slowly on the edge of the bed.

 I got down on my knees and separated my lips. She looked at me questionably. I positioned myself between her legs and cupped her chin, chasing her lips again, now tugging at her bottom lips, asking for permission for my tongue to finally explore hers.

 I could feel her hands on the back of my head, squeezing my hair here and there. I ran my hands up and down her jeans clothed thighs. Her hands travelled down my neck and slowly coming down my chest. She fiddled with the top button of my shirt, but I didn’t feel her opening it up.

 I separated our lips and arched my eyebrow. I could see her cheeks turned bright red while her hand still lingered on my button. She lowered her gaze to avoid my eyes, she looked shy. I cover her hand and guided her to unbutton it slowly. “Do whatever you want baby.” I said to her while still guiding her hand unbuttoning my shirt one by one.

 I could see her concern subsided little by little when we reached the last button. She raised her hands underneath my shirt onto my shoulders, slowly slipping it off. I shrugged it away to the floor and continue chasing her lips. My hands reached her buttoned up blouse and started to unbutton hers while my lips sliding down to her neck. I heard her gasped and mewl under my touch, sending boiling heat towards my lower region. Her fingers tracing down my back going back and forth.

 “Jungkook…” I heard her moan.

 “Hmm? Do you want me to stop?” I slipped her blouse off and palmed her bra clothed breast.

 “No…” she stuttered. “Feels so good…”

 I smirked against her neck, sucking on the skin there, leaving it glistening red. My hands then travelled to her jeans button and pulled her zipper down. She raised her hips to let me slide it off of her legs. Our heavy breathes fulfilled the room clouding with desire. Chase Atlantic’s Tidal Wave played faintly in the background.

 “You’re so beautiful.” Looking at her milky white skin against my navy bed sheet. I stood up on my feet and started to unbutton and loosened my jeans, leaving me in my boxer.

 Y/N POV

 My whole body felt like it’s burning. Jungkook hovered over me in only his boxer. I could still see his toned abs and pecks even when the room is dimmed. He then went back to his knees, positioned himself between my legs. I tried to close my legs in reflex, but his strong hands held back my thighs. “May I?” He asked while one hand went to took off my panties. I could only nod in return.

 I could not hold back a gasp when I saw his head lowering into my crotch. He licked a long strip and sucked lightly on my clit. My back arched from the bed while I held the bedsheet tightly between my fingers. Then the journey started, slowly like a rollercoaster, it kept going up and up until I felt like something is about to explode inside of me, like a firework about to shoot up. And when it finally did, I thrashed my head sideways and held my voice against the bedsheet, my breathing was out of control.

 I could feel him leaving my heat and the sight of him licking his lips off of my release triggered another desire inside of me. Sweat glistening on my forehead even though the aircon was on. I could not find any words to say but to reach my hands out to his face. I wanted to kiss him so badly.

 Jungkook saw me struggling and gently pushed me back into the bed while giving me his warmest smile. He then kissed my jaw while exploring my chest with his hands. While the hands are soft to the touch, I could feel some rough skin here and there. It made me crave more of his touch.

 My core started to burn with desire again as I felt his bulge against me. Timidly, I held his boxer’s line and try to slide it down, I need to touch him. I whimpered when his mouth enveloped my right breast, his hand slowly cupping my dripping core.

 “Jungkook please…”

 “Tell me what you want baby.”

 I pulled his hair lightly, cupped his cheek to kiss him fully on the lips. “I want you, so much.” I said through hooded eyes. Whatever the future will be, whatever this will be, this desire between us could not be held any longer.

 “I know.” He said confidently. Of course he knew I could feel how wet I was down there and he had been stroking his long fingers around it lazily. “What do you want me to do baby? Tell me.”

 I have never been vocal during sex. Well since I only did it with 2 different people before. My high school boyfriend, and Seo Jun of course. They were never vocal during sex, it was just a plain standard love making regime if I might say. Deep inside, I did crave for more. Now that Jungkook offered me this kind of experience, the desire I felt inside doubled, even tripled if possible.

 “I want you to fuck me…” I whimpered.

 I could feel his smirk against my skin. “Good, cause I really want you too.” With that said he plunged his finger inside of me. Pleasure started to build again inside as I moved my hips to match his hand movement. He added a second finger and I gasped rather loudly. I knew that I was close but I don’t want to cum just yet. I held his wrist to stop him.

 “Jungkook, please…”

 He stopped his kisses and looked at me questionably. “I want to cum around you…” I said with ragged breath. Jungkook got up on his knees, reaching out his bedside table to pull out a condom. Feeling bold, I sat up and took the foil package from his hand. I ripped it open and looked up at him, licking my lips. He run his thumb across my lips and cursed under his breath. I tugged down his boxer brief and he threw it away. I reached out to his erected length, gave it a few pumps as he grunted. “Baby, please…”

 I put the condom around his length and kiss the tip. Jungkook cupped my cheek and kissed me deeply, my back met the fluffy mattress. He stopped his kisses and touched our forehead together, looking into my eyes deeply. I could hear his heart beating from our closeness. With his hand guiding, he pushed his length inside me, slowly.

 I gasped at the friction. It stung, considering I haven’t had sex for a long time. Jungkook could feel me holding back pain, peppering my face with sweet kisses. “I’m sorry baby, should we stop here?”

 I squeezed his hard biceps. “It’s okay, just go slow please.” I chased his lips for another kiss. He nodded and started to move slowly inside. He massaged my breast with his right hand, while the other hand supported his body to not crash me underneath. I could feel myself getting wetter and this made it easier for him to move without causing me pain.

 Jungkook closed his eyes and bit his lower lips. I could feel him holding back his movement. “Fuck me, Kook.” I breathed, rolling my hips against him. “Fuck baby, you feel so good.” He praised while starting to thrust his hips, pulling out just to his tips and pushing back in. I could not hold back moans after moans for this pleasure I haven’t had for so long. He hit my spots in places I never knew I had, and this drives me crazy.

 Jungkook stopped his movement. “Can you get on all fours for me baby?” He helped me turn over and pushed my back gently, my chest met with the soft sheet underneath. He pulled my ass back and caressed it slowly, peppering kisses down my spine. I put my head sideways, gripping the sheets tightly as he started to enter me again from behind. How could it feel even better than before?

 I could feel my walls clenching as my release is near. This causing a grunt from Jungkook. “Cum for me baby come on.” He dropped himself on top of me, fingers intertwined with mine as his thrust went faster and harder. The knot on my stomach came undone as I moaned his name. I mewled sensitively as he kept on the pace. “Jungkook-ah…” I searched for him and he kissed me sloppily, and finally came with a few deep thrusts. He slipped off of me gently, took off and tied up the condom before disposing it.

 I tried to calm down my breaths as I moved to my back, trying to find his blanket with my hands. Feels weird but I couldn’t help to feel shy lying naked in his bed, even after what we’ve done. Jungkook realized what I was searching and pulled his blanket over my body, he joined me inside, pulled me in into his embrace. He kissed the top of my head under his chin. “That was amazing.” He squeezed my forearm.

 I looked up at him, his bangs are sweaty on his forehead, lips swollen pink, his tattoos went all the way from his right hand, to his right sleeves, up to just under his shoulder, contrasting with his white skin. He looked so beautiful. “Was it good for you?” I asked shyly.

 He pulled up my chin and kissed me fully on the lips. “As I said, that was AMAZING.”

 I still looked away from his gaze. Insecurities came over me. I had a kid for God’s sake. He must have had partners way hotter and sexier than I was. I suddenly remembered the stretch marks on my stomach, on my thighs, I clutched the blanket tighter.

 “Hey, what’s wrong?” He kissed my temple slowly.

 “I just remembered all my stretch marks.” I grinned sheepishly.

 Jungkook held me closer and chuckled lightly. “I didn’t even see it, even if I did, I don’t care, you felt too good none of that matters.”

 “I gave birth to a child from there Kook.” I covered my face with both hands. “It must have felt different and disgusting.”

 “Hey, stop that. You are beautiful.” He kissed my forehead. “Besides if it’s not good, I would never cum.” I punched his bare chest playfully as my cheeks turned red. It was amazing of course for me.

 “I have never came twice. I barely even could came once.” I said as I made myself comfortable against his chest. Laying back on the bed.

 “Really?” His fingers caressing the skin of my forearm. “Did you told your partner about it?”

 “No. I always think it would ruin their male ego.”

 Jungkook scoffed. “I can understand, I mean many guys out there assuming they’re the best in bed, some even parading around their conquest. Talking as if these women don’t have names and feelings.”

 I took his right hand, lightly tracing his tattoos one by one. “You have friends who does that?”

 “Yeah, some guys I knew from here and there. It’s not easy socializing with my schedule and all. Most of the time my friends are my brothers, the members. But sometimes I also wanted to go out and meet new people.”

 “I’m sorry for you Kook.” I kissed his purple heart tattoo lightly.

 “It’s okay. I have gained more than I lost, that’s my mantra everytime I feel like that.”

 “So you reaching out to me was another moment of you wanting to meet new people?” I asked.

 Jungkook scrunched his nose lightly. “I guess so. At that time I felt stuck. I have to write new song but feels like I don’t have any inspiration at all. Namjoon hyung advised me to go out, experience life, and he was the one mentioning try to listen to radio.”

 I smiled quietly. All of this happened because Namjoon had suggested one thing. Jungkook decided to give it a try. Funny how universe works.

 “Kook, why do you love music so much? Has it always been like that since you were a kid?”

 “Hmm… my mom loved music so our house was almost always filled with music, she plays the piano also. I guess just the upbringing of hearing music since I started to walk. Then, growing up, I have always found it easier expressing my feelings with music.”

 I nodded in agreement. “I do too. I always think music had always helped me expressing my feelings, I have to always listening to music whenever I feel angry, it helps me calm down. It’s the cheapest therapy for me.” I absentmindedly entwining our hands together. Jungkook squeezed my hand tightly.

 “One of the things why I felt so attracted to you, I could feel your love for music, almost as much as I do.” He added. Warmth seeping through my heart, knowing that this connection between us, felt so real and reciprocated. I’ve been wanting someone to share my thoughts with, someone who shares the same interest with me, someone who could light that fire of desire inside of me. I sat up and looked at this man. Why are you so perfect to me?

 “Do you want another pannacota?” I asked.

 “Sex and dessert? God, aren’t you perfect?” He gave me a peck and his bunny smile.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading Intertwined so far! Your comments and feedbacks are welcome :) pls do let me know if you enjoyed the story!! Will update chapter 4 soon! Thanksss

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