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veggiefritters · 2 months

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i have words to say. if you know me irl either dont read this or just dont mention it to me. everyone else go ham but dont say i didnt warn you

i just cant. its both that simple and far more complicated. i dont know what or how to feel. i dont know why i feel anything.

i cant just stop talking to people because i always have something i want to say, so just know if i vanish one day odds are im full on dead/in a hospital somewhere.

i dont want to think about the future, its unlikely and uncertain. do i have a future? not at this rate. its too hard to fucking think for me to learn anything.

i do not think i will finish highschool at this rate. if i do it will be with low low marks. and i will be a faliure. so i have less than two years to prepare for that.

i was smart in prep, why couldn't that continue past year 6?

i know why, actually. theres probably a few reasons. one of thems the (until recently, undiagnosed) autism.

the other reason is her.

i fucking hate her. i genuinely hope she dies. i tried to strangle her once. it was both fun and not at the same time, if that makes sense.

before you judge me for attemped murder that i have not been charged with please know that it was rather called for.

because she fucking. i dont know. ill use my big boy words. it'll be hard for me to do but honestly what does it matter, im already fucking upset.

this is your big old warning for s/a. will mark off section end with more red text.

fucking hell i feel sick. seriously sick. but uts like this every time i remember. like my stomachs burning. and i can tell im on the verge of tears, too. or maybe im just really fucking tired.

she essentially sexually abused me for about a year. give or take a month or two, i cant fucking remember. theres things i havent told anyone about, and never will.

i think i want to try and describe it. youre not obligated to read it, so. dont do that if its going to upset you.

october 31st, 2020 hardly counts as anything in my opinion. but it still feels gross. she decided that an appropriate game for her to play was "truth or dare but if you dont wanna do it you strip". these are twelve year olds at the time, mind you. so she had her boyfriend on the phone, on a video call, and did that. i, naturally, was obligated to engage. i did not enjoy it. i said plenty that i dont wanna but you know, i was fucking stupid. i let her convince me. I couldve walked home.

the second time i dont havs a date for, but it was mid november 2020. we were on a school camp. the entire thing sucked, i had terrible hayfever one day and was declined medicine for several hours. they also tried to feed us meat wrapped in bread that was then deep fried. thats not really relevent. moving on from shit camp food. while i was trying to go to bed (note. my bunk ladder was in the back corner of the room) she managed to (mostly undressed for her, as in just her undies. not to be graphic but thats how it is) she managed to pin me in the corner. she was a few inches taller than me, so i could hardly just move. i can only vaguely remember beyond that. it wasnt bad bad that time.

there were other people in the room for part of it. they dont remember. i havent said anything because i dont want them to feel to blame. but holy shit. why didnt they do anything.

then theres very early december 2020. this one was just. yeah. the one, i guess. the big bad or something.

(side note if my phrasing disintegrates its because yours truly is having some kind of intense anxiety attack. i think. either way i would love to kill myself right about now. whatever. but its really vivid in my mind right now so i might as well put it down.)

i just dunno. how do i even put this, really. she uh. okay. if someones wearing lovely thin cotton pyjamas lets not ruin the fabric for them, for starters. i liked those pyjamas. its a real shame. i just fucking cant.

she just. yeah. i dont think i even have to say. she did stuff, she made me do stuff, all while i made it perfectly obvious how unhappy i was. i couldnt do anything about it, much as i wish i couldve. because im too pathetic to fight. i basically froze up. she held my head down. so that i had to do it. i didnt say that was okay. i didnt say any of it was omay.

and to the other person who was there, i dont blame you. you were thirteen. you couldn't have done anything. besides, i think you were playing BATIM so like. beat those ink demons (i havent played bendy).

i didnt sleep that night. until about 3 in the morning. i dont know man.

she "tried" to kill herself the next night. i use quotations because im fully convinced she was manipulating me. she said she felt bad and couldnt live with herself. so why do it again, huh? she fucking lied to me, didnt she. im gonna be honest im just realising this and im so fucking mad. i contacted her mother to make sure she was okay.

theres more examples. just smaller things like publicly grabbing my tits in front of a group of people encouraging her to do so but theyre just numbers now. numbers and occasionally vivid memories. including shit like trying to fuck me in a school bathroom. more than once mind you.

i also fucking hate the girl who decided to be all touchy in the middle of class and i couldn't move where i was sat because it was a partners activity and we were paired up. but eh, she just generally sucks. its whatever.

end section you are safe (?) from here or something

even if you didnt read that section. its just long okay. so damned long. im so done.

look at me. or dont. i actually look like shit. if i had facial hair id be classed as a Wet Cat™. i kinda wish i was tbh... wild. i havent washed my hair in a couple weeks, havent brushed it is i think three days. i have not showered properly because i dont have the fucking energy. its one of those bath-shower hybrids and i turn the water up high and lie down in it because i cant even find the energy to fucking sit up. i havent brushed my teeth in days, maybe weeks, i cant remember. it doesnt matter if i take my meds or not. yet i still apparently "look nice" or something but people lie all the time.

the main reason i cut my hair so short is because i cant fucking maintain it. believe me, i wanted it long. i wanted to plait it and feel pretty. but i just couldn't. i didnt brush it or wash it, i pulled it out, like always. so now i have a mullet and theyre notoriously shit in my town dare i say whole country so noone seems to care.

i think the only times ive slept well recently are after being incredibly drunk. which is concerning. i mean. im sixteen, i know i shouldnt be drunk ever, but if it works, it works. i think i sleep on average about 6 or 7 hours a night, which is not necessarily bad, but its all just fucking abstract nightmares.

at least i dont vape though. thats a win. i have before, do not recommend, very yuk burnt my lungs i think. real talk though if you do i feel ya man everyone does something they shouldn't.

lore drop or something, tumblr user veggiefritters got soft-expelled once! i was suspended forever! all i did was physically fight a few teachers and another student. but she deserved it. and so did they, i daresay.

what did i do after that day? i rode home like usual. i went to my sisters room (she doesnt live here so i slept in there while my old room was being renovated to a lounge room) and i watched youtube until my dad got called by school. then i talked to him. it sucked. then i ate a few nuggets for dinner and tried to kill myself. then, upon that failing, i went to sleep.

i didnt go to school for two months. like. i wasnt enrolled anywhere. family law or some shit, my parents need to hurry up and divorce.

i went to a new school, it was fine, fine, fine, then it wasn't, so i left. i went to a new school, its still fine, thats irrelevant. besides, i have to go there. only public 11/12 school in the town.

but you know what? nothings fine. nothings okay. i just want to be okay, you know? i just want to be innocent. i don't want the past to be the way it is. i with i remembered it all, because while some might say its good that i dont? its terrifying to not know for sure whats happened to you.

i dont like smelling something specific and remembering shit like the eevee themed lunch we made, or the pancakes we made in a saucepan, or the time we tried to solve cicada 3301 for the hell of it. i dont want to sound bittersweet, i dont want to sound like i miss it, but i do, in some weird way.

even though it was clearly manipulation i miss the way she trusted me.

its probably my fault, too, i shouldnt be such an easy target.

if like to tell all of this to my cousin, because i know he'd listen. i know he wouldnt laugh at me. but how does one go about that? i guess i cant. whatever.

shit, man. i dont even know. i went i think a year s/h free? and i was so damn proud of myself. then i dont know what happened. i just broke. and im still not better.

i just think to myself maybe this will be the one that kills me. maybe this one will hit an artery and i can just fucking die.

in my mind, dying feels okay if its on accident. but im seriously considering it at this point because what the fuck else am i meant to do man. im wandering around aimlessly in my own head most of the time. hardly even thinking, just trying to will myself out of existence.

im nothing more than a fucking marionette and whoevers pulling the strings is a sadist.

theres your obligatory shit poetry. i should get that printed on a cap.

ive just moved slightly wrong and its like im tearing my own skin apart. yeow.

ive been writing this at least an hour, i think ive used up 20% of my phones charge! but thats irrelevant. i dont use my pjone much, contrary to peoples belief. i rot my mind with The Computer instead. sometimes the little screen hurts and i need the big screen.

im sorry this is so long. i have a lot of thoughts going on tonight. have a break with a photo of my cat before i keep sobbing. or 4 i guess lucky you. this is shego shes one and shes a little shit. the ants got to her food so she ate them. she refuses to let me take a nice picture of her.

cats, man.

back to me literally crying now.

im scared. im scared of the future but thats common so it doesn't matter. im scared of the past but thats irrelevant. im scared right now because im in bed and its dark so there might be someone there that i cant see.

im scared people will socially exile me again for the things i like, im scared i dont really know any of my friends, im scared ill make a mistake big enough to get me in prison even though technically i already have a few times and nothing happened, im scared people hate me as much as i hate myself.

and fuck, do i hate myself.

what am i good for? i guess people like my writing but what if theyre making that up. sometimes i like my writing too and i go batshit insane over my own characters. but it feels so selfish, i guess.

(i intrude upon myself. i would like a scone right about now)

anyway. what else do i do that people like. im in charge of kids clothing visual merchandising at work. i work in a second hand store, the options for outfits are many. but i dont know. im the youngest person who works there, so what if theyre lying to me?

im creative, apparently. hey, sure, id like to tell myself that but i dunno if i can. i really think i peaked in year two with that.

what have i got about me that people like so much they want to talk to me, because i know damn well its not my appearance. i am fucking ugly. in a weird way. not that my eyes are too far apart or anything i just look dead.

i dont know. i need to let myself live life to the fullest or something but i cant.

i cant just live. its weird.i want to be alive but at the same time its tiring, too tiring, and i dont know what to do about it other that just give in.

you know. give up, and die. how is irrelevant. im so fucking tired, okay.

i dunno. i guess i wonder if anyone would really miss me if i died. but it feels like a selfish thing to wonder. im not sure.

if you want me at my weakest and you want to make me suffer, its your time to shine because right now i am at the lowest ive been in a while.

#vent #sui ideation #i dunno man just let me be sad

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jeonfiles · 3 years

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once more to see you | kth 01

pairing: taehyung x reader ft. seokjin

genre: angst, fluff, unrequited love

synopsis: taehyung is the complete opposite of you, and you're so in love with him. he's not interested in you at all, but he's willing to pretend so he won't be known for breaking the sweetest girl in school's heart. he knows you'll end up hurt either way.

warnings: taehyung is an idiot, a lot of pining, y/n is annoyingly dependent on validation, y/n does a lot of silent prayers, y/n is a track star, childhood bsf seokjin (cute), mentions of deceased family member

music for this chap: she had the world , carry me out

a/n: taehyung will disappoint u in the beginning but hes cute i promise

"I get why you like him Y/N," Sohee swallowed the rest of her sandwich before finishing her sentence, "He's so hot. People say he's interested in you too, y'know?"

Sohee visibly tried to get food out from the back of her mouth using her tongue, and it made you chuckle at the sight. "I don't think he does." You sighed, resting your chin in your palm.

You were both situated at the table in the inner corner of the cafeteria, with a full view of who walks in the door, and sometimes you swore you could see Sohee drool when attractive guys walked in that exact door.

"Hello, of course, he does! Even his friend Jimin told Kang Seulgi from Class 1, who told Go Euntaek in class 3, who eventually told his girlfriend Baek Ho-rang who ran to me to tell me the great news." Sohee gasped for air after rambling, and you rolled your eyes,

"Stories change when that many links contribute." You scoffed, sitting back in your chair and reaching for your juice box on the table, taking a huge slurp, which you knew would annoy Sohee.

"You don't believe me? Guess we gotta ask a link closer to the source then." Sohee stood up from her chair, and you looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Park Jimin, get your ass over here will ya?" She nearly shouted across the cafeteria, and now all looks were pointed at you two, and you felt the urge to just slip down the cracks of the floor tiles and hide there forever grow stronger for each nanosecond.

You sunk further down on your tacky, orange chair, but you could still see Jimin's black locks sway a little over the crowd as he walked over to the table you were sitting at.

"What's up sugar?" Jimin smirked at Sohee, and Sohee didn't even budge, and you had no idea how she did it. He was stupidly attractive and could make any girl drop her pants with a comment like that.

"Jimin my dearest, a little birdie told me that Taehyung likes my sweet Y/N, could you confirm?" She batted her long lashes and smiled prettily at Jimin.

He looked to the left, sucked his teeth, and said, "I can't, I'm sorry." You realized you had grown a little too hopeful, and your heart sunk quite a bit when he spoke.

"Does he think I'm pretty at least?" You spoke up, eyes shining when you looked up towards the standing Jimin, the harsh lights in the cafeteria reflecting in them.

"He hasn't mentioned you much, to be quite honest." He shrugged, walking back to his table, where Taehyung and the rest of his friends sat.

Your heart thumped when he met your eyes, and you looked away in panic. The rest of lunch was just Sohee apologizing and you avoiding eye contact with any of the students at the nearby tables.

Jimin mentioned you and Sohee's name several times, he was a loud speaker, and you were so scared of what he was saying you could probably die right then and there.

Saved by the bell, you picked up your stuff and got ready to start running to your classroom, praying you wouldn't meet any of Taehyung's friends, and especially not Taehyung as you ran Usain Bolt style.

You looked down while running, not thinking twice about leaving your best friend behind, you suddenly fell to the ground with a thud. This was surely not one of your glory days.

When you looked up, you wanted to cry. It was none other than Kim Taehyung, and he didn't look pleased. You gathered your things and muttered "Sorry." under your breath probably about 10 times, and he just watched, disappointingly.

"You're a klutz. Why were you running?" He spoke, and your knees turned into jelly when you tried to stand up, you nearly fell and dropped all your stuff again, but he caught you by the arm, straightening you up like it was nothing.

"Uh... Uhm... Err..." you mumbled, and he rolled his eyes, and not in a joking manner. "Fuck that, why are you going around telling people I like you?"

Your breath hitched, and he stared at you coldly. "I didn't! Gosh, my friend Sohee told me someone had told her that you liked me, and- uh... We asked Jimin, and-" He put his hand over your mouth, making you shut up.

"I don't want you two to go around making up baseless rumors about me, it's incredibly annoying for me to go around correcting people who assume shit just because your little friend speaks louder than a bunch of hyenas at a tea party." Taehyung nearly spat, and you took a step back.

You noticed that people were listening in, their stares burning holes in your back. He was livid, and you didn't understand why, you just smiled, praying to god that this would end soon.

"I just thought you liked me-" You began, and he interrupted you, "You thought I was gonna like someone like you? Get over yourself and enter the real world."

The hallway went silent, your lips trembled as hot tears raced down your face, and like the track star you were, you fled the scene and passed the finish line into the bathrooms.

You stayed till the school day ended, not knowing what was unraveling outside the four walls of the stall.

Sohee 💜: 01:12 pm

Y/N, where are you? i heard what happened :( i hate taehyung im gonna chop his sausage off

Sohee 💜: 01:38 pm

taehyung is fighting w doyoung because doyoung decided to defend you this is hilarious

but fr where are you

Sohee 💜: 01:57 pm

doyoung gave taehyung a black eye damn

doyo is on the verge of tears when taehyung said you liked him and not doyo

taehyung cant not have feelings for you like there must be smth deeper going on

Sohee 💜: 03:39 pm

class just ended i'll wait out back

Sohee always knew when to leave you alone, so she did, partially. You usually shut off your phone when you're upset, but she still sends you texts to update you whenever you turn it back on.

This time, it was quite dramatic, and you rushed out of the icky stall and ran (again) to reach Sohee to get the full story, and as you expected, it was interesting.

"Basically, Doyoung punched Taehyung and Taehyung was a little too OP, so he failed to initiate a fight, so it just turned into Taehyung being an ass to Doyoung for defending you." She shrugged, adjusting the straps of her leather backpack as you walked home.

"Taehyung's rep is so tainted right now, I don't know how he's gonna fix this my dear Y/N, so I guess he got his karma. He's an idiot and I'm glad other people are starting to see."

You nodded yes, pushing out a fake chuckle, while silently you prayed that everything would soon be back to normal and that Taehyung would forgive you for the mess you caused.

Being in love with Taehyung for a year had taken a toll on you, and your best friend since freshman year had noticed too. You were different.

You used to be so independent and optimistic, but now you would strive for validation, and you had turned into one of the most insecure people Sohee had ever met.

Sohee tried to pull you away from him, but to her demise, it only got worse when you tried to meet other guys. She figured that the only way for you to disconnect from him was if you had your go with him, or if he treated you like a complete idiot.

You waved goodbye to Sohee as you entered your house, kicking off your shoes and throwing yourself down on the couch. You wanted to scream, but you saw your brother's and another guy's shoes in your hallway, so you kept it inside.

After having watched an episode of Seinfeld, you could hear the floorboards creak, and your gaze found its way to the hallway, where your brother, Yoongi stood, peeking out from his door.

"Ah, Y/N, you're the one who's home?" He smiled brightly, eyes turning into small crescents, which made you awe at the sight.

"Yuppers." You said and sat back again, pressing play to start the next episode. "Who's your guest?" And as you uttered your last word, another head peeked out from the door, and you couldn't help but feel the happiness brew inside you.

It was Kim Seokjin in all his glory, and this time, he looked even hotter. It had been about two years since you last saw him because he moved to Germany to study medicine.

Seokjin had been your neighbor since you were born, and you pretty much grew up with two older brothers who always took care of you.

No one dared to mess with you, because Seokjin and Yoongi always got to them first. That way, you grew up without a care in the world, protected from all evil.

You had no idea when you fell in love with him. It was somewhere during puberty, where your interest in Brad Pitt and Kim Soohyun from Dream High had grown stronger.

You remember Seokjin was scouted for modeling, acting, and even idol groups all through your childhood. He did a few ads, photoshoots, a popular teenage drama called Double Trouble, and even managed to get his own Wikipedia page.

There was no doubt that Seokjin was an attractive man, and in the two years he had been gone, his face fat was completely gone, and he had defined cheekbones, a slimmer and tighter figure, and you thought he couldn't be any more perfect.

"None other than God himself," Seokjin said smugly, opening his arms to greet you with a hug, and you threw your blanket you were covered into the side as you bolted into Seokjin's arms, legs wrapped around his waist.

He slowly put you down so your feet touched the parquet, and you felt a kind of euphoria as he smiled at you again, the same smile he had flashed you as long as you could remember.

Everything about Seokjin had matured and changed, but his smile remained the same. "What are you doing back?" You sniffled, holding back the happy tears that were forming in your eyes.

"Hey, don't get me wrong, I love Germany, but it's a little bland. I miss ahjumnas complimenting me on the subway and the bomb ass food here in SK." Seokjin grinned as he wiped a tear that fell down your face.

Yoongi was leaning against the door frame, smiling at the grand reunion. You knew he liked seeing you two together, and you had a small suspicion about him shipping you guys.

"Please don't ever leave again." You gripped onto his shirt, digging your face down in his chest, and he said, "I swear to god if you're wearing makeup right now-"

You laughed as you pushed him away, placing your hands below your chin and batting your eyelashes dramatically, "I'm all-natural."

"Naturally pretty." Seokjin leaned forward and whispered in your ear, and your heart did a little somersault.

Seokjin's always been a charmer.

You woke up in your room, pink sheets draped over your half-naked body as tons of messages poured in on your phone, vibrating so much it nearly fell off the edge of your nightstand.

You grab it while rubbing your eyes, and you're shocked to see the messages that had exploded on your lock screen.

Unknown: 08:39 am

Hey, it's Kim Taehyung.

Look, I'm sorry for the shit I said to you and I would love to make it up to you in some kind of way.

Maybe I could take you out?

I get it if you don't want to, but I heard you were interested in me so...

What kinda food do you like? Activities, hobbies?

I really wanna make this right :)

You: 08:43 am

oh hey! I'd love to, you kinda owe me one. if it's your treat, I suppose we could get some sushi and boba...

btw I don't like u like that

Contact made, saved as "taehyung <3" at 08:44 am

taehyung <3: 08:47 am

Okay. Meet me at Nori Table at 6 pm. Don't make me wait.

Your heart was palpitating, and when you pressed your phone up to your chest, you could feel your body heat up from your scalp to your toes.

Maybe Kim Taehyung had no interest in you right now, but he sure would after tonight. You were gonna make him love you, soon enough,

Running to the shower a few hours of Seinfeld later, you scrubbed with all your might with your newest strawberry scrub, did your makeup, curled your hair, and sat down on the couch, outfit draped over the armrest of the chair.

It was an hour till you were leaving, so for the time being you sat with hair rollers in your hair, dressed in pink sweats. Seokjin and Yoongi had been awake all night, you had heard them laugh and play Mario Cart all night, it reminded you of old times.

Old times where you went to bed crying because Yoongi and Seokjin's bedtime was later than yours at sleepovers. Thinking back, your parents made a pretty rational decision, but you resented them for it.

When Seokjin left for school in Germany, during your Sophomore year you cried again. You thought it was so unfair that you had to be two years younger, why couldn't you come with him?

You were painfully in love with him, and you had been probably since you were. A few months after he moved, your feelings faded. You were love-free, only to fall stupidly in love again with Taehyung just a year later.

You were forced to snap out of your train of thought because you heard the floorboards creak again. When you looked over at the dark hallway, you saw a tired, yet familiar face smile at you.

Seokjin looked quite disoriented, hair ruffled and eyes puffy, yet he looked like a Greek god. Sculpted to perfection, he smiled at you like he did yesterday and all the times before.

"Morning." He grunted out, his morning voice prominent. You chuckled when you looked at the time, feeling kind of bad for Seokjin who had slept away the majority of his day, which you knew he didn't like.

"It's 5 pm, cutie. Mom said you guys could order takeout, cause she's working late." You stood up, and Seokjin gave you a good look up and down, and then diverted his gaze to the lavender ruffle skirt and white long-sleeve blouse you had neatly hung over the armchair.

"What's the occasion?" He nodded over at the clothes and then your hair rollers and full-face makeup-covered face. He threw a few walnuts from the little bowl on the coffee table into his mouth.

"It's none of your business, but I have a date tonight," you said smugly, and a walnut flew out of Seokjin's mouth in shock.

"A date? Like a real one?" He frantically asked, and you nodded as you walked away with your outfit in hand.

You came back out minutes later, and Seokjin had to hold his mouth shut so it wouldn't drop to the floor. You had matured so well, a white blouse adorning your waist, and the lavender skirt hugged your curves nicely.

You had decorated your neck and ears with golden jewelry, and you had a pair of Air forces dangling from your left hand. You were beautiful, hair let free from the hair rollers, curls swaying as you did a twirl.

"It's alright, I guess." He pretended not to care, and your proud grin morphed into a frown pretty quickly, and he noticed.

He stood up and walked towards you, standing very close. His tall figure was hovering over you. Seokjin leaned forward towards your ear, not whispering this time,

"You're gorgeous." He pushed your curls behind your shoulder, adjusting your golden necklace as he returned to Yoongi's bedroom.

You were screwed.

The time on your phone showed 6:06 pm. You recall him saying ‘don’t be late’. What a hypocrite. It had started to pour down, so you were squeezed up against the brick wall of the restaurant so the ledge above you would shield you from the rain.

You were shaking from the cold, legs exposed because of your skirt. Sighing deeply, you reached down into your purse to text Taehyung, but when you looked up, you saw him running over to you.

He was holding a bouquet of pink delphinium and peonies. You’d always been interested in flowers, and this small gesture made you all fuzzy inside.

“I apologize for my late arrival m’lady. The flower shop was about to close down for the day, and I had to beg the cashier to let me in, promising to buy a huge bouquet if she did.” He smiled as he stood in front of you.

“No worries sir, I haven’t been waiting for long.” You chuckled, as you accepted the bouquet. His eyes scanned every inch of your body, and he said, “You’re shivering. Let’s go inside.”

This was a side of Taehyung you had barely seen before, caring and warm. This was also the side of him that initially made you fall for him.

The memories of him reading stories for children at the hospital was heartwarming. Whenever you went to visit your brother, who has now passed, you would see him read stories for all the unlucky kids.

Your brother, who was only 7 years old talked about Taehyung like a superhero, and it seemed as if Taehyung’s stories were the highlight of his days at the hospital.

Daejung wasn’t a kid you would pity. In his last months in the hospital he never once cried. You believed that Taehyung was a big part of the reason.

That’s why you fell in love with him. He hadn’t been a superhero in the form of saving lives, but he definitely made a whole lot of sick kids happier.

How could you ever repay him?

Taehyung rested a hand on your shoulder and lead you inside the door, and there stood a beautiful tall woman, black hair to her waist, almond-shaped eyes, and full lips.

She was beautiful. You looked up to see Taehyung’s reaction, and he wasn’t looking at her, he was looking at you. His eyes met yours, and you could’ve sword the whole world stopped.

“Excuse me?” An unfamiliar voice spoke up, and it kicked you right back into reality. It was the pretty woman speaking, an even prettier voice to match her.

“Do you have a reservation?” She questioned, smiling so genuinely from ear to ear. “Yes. It’s on Kim.” Taehyung spoke so confidently.

“Ah, for two. I’ll be your server tonight.” She waved for you to follow her, and before she turned around, you saw her name tag.

Bae Eunmi. A pretty name for a pretty person. Of course, she had to be pretty. Your confidence sunk even lower, and your insecurities grew.

“I’m not interested in her, by the way. I’ve talked to her before. She’s all beauty and no brains. Not for me.” Taehyung whispered into your ear, possibly to reassure you.

You sat down at the table and ordered a huge plate of different types of sushi, maki, nigiri, uramaki, and even sashimi.

This restaurant was fancy, nearly too fancy for your liking. It was huge and flashy, and it made you doubt your outfit choice completely.

The restaurant fell silent since there weren’t many guests here this early. The silence wasn’t awkward between you guys. It was just, too silent, and you decided to break it.

“Do you still write stories?” Taehyung’s face froze. How did you know about the stories he wrote? Had you been stalking him? Was this when everyone would find out how weak he truly is?

“How did you find out... About them?” He asked hesitantly, fidgeting with a small woven basket with bread placed on your table.

“When sun and moon met, moon felt bad. When the moon was alone at night, he cried, because he wanted to shine just like the sun.” You quote his story word by word, it was your favorite paragraph.

He looked at you with a confused look and his eyes told you that he wondered why you knew the story so well.

Before he could speak up, you said, “My brother's name was Daejung. He looked up to you and constantly told me about how he wanted to be like you when he grew up.” You placed your hands on top of his over the table.

Taehyung was speechless. He sat there, body completely frozen as he processed what you just said. The little boy he had mourned for many months was the same flesh and blood as you.

“Daejung told me how he wanted me to marry you because he thought no one else deserved me.” Letting go of his hands, he continued sitting completely still.

First, he felt disappointed in himself. Disappointed of the way he had treated you, how sad Daejung would be if he knew.

Second, he could see him in your traits. Your button nose matched his completely, and your eyes sparkled just the way his eyes did.

Third, he realized he had to take care of you. Fall in love with you, for Daejung. Taehyung had promised the little boy to take care of his friends and family when he has at his worst.

His expression completely changed. It softened, and his eyes looked at you like you were godsent. He believed you were too. It was fate.

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a/n: u guys know the angst isn't over lol u guys r never gonna see the light at the end of the tunnel ! this chapter was originally a bit longer but i have to test the waters and seeing how u guys like it !! pls reblog <3

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crash-cinematic-universe · 3 years

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rumor has it

pairing: peter maximoff/reader

summary: Idk if im doing it in the right one but whatever. Can you write a peter maximoff imagine where he has a girlfriend(reader) that has Allison Hargreeves powers from The Umbrella Academy - anon

warnings: none! peter is kind of Insecure but honestly when is he not

notes: this is a shor(er) and sweet one! it is 1 AM where i am so sorry if I missed some mistakes! im on the verge of collpase <3

taglist: @stranger-names @gooseyhouse @parkersdarling @amourtentiaa @toodles-me-doodles

“I heard a rumor you stopped talking,” You groaned, watching as Peter’s lips went from a blur to a thin line. He slumped over, pouting at you with puppy dog eyes. You just stared back at him, your eyebrows furrowed and shoulders tense. As much as you loved Peter, he could be a real pain in the ass sometimes.

“Peter, look, I know you’re bored, but Hank really needs this motor fixed and I promised him it would be done by tomorrow. I need to work, but I can’t focus with you here, dollface, you know that,” You attempt to cheer him up, but he’s still looking upset. “The minute this essay is complete you’ll have me all to yourself, no distractions. My one-hundred percent, undivided attention,”

“How long will that take?” The rumor had worn off, but you didn’t mind. Peter looked at you, and the slight feeling of regret washed over you. He was just bored, and probably a little lonely. To be completely honest, this project would probably take you the rest of the day to complete, and probably the better part of tomorrow. It was a complicated motor, and even though you’re quite handy, this type of project is always a challenge.

“The rest of today… probably a few hours tomorrow--” Peter sighed dejectedly and rested his chin on his arm. Disappointment was written across his face, and it seemed as if he was trying to hide it, albeit poorly. He understands that the work that you and Hank do is important, and he realizes that sometimes he can be a little overbearing, but lately you’ve been so busy he almost never gets to see you.

“Can’t you just rumor Hank into forgetting about the motor for today?” Oh, you’ve definitely considered it. You take Peter’s face in your hands.

“You know I can’t, Peter,” He leans into your touch. It’s adorable. “It’s a violation of the trust and boundaries we established. Plus, he’ll probably get pissed at me and rip me in half,”

“He’d have to go through me, first,” Peter laughed softly. There’s something eating away at him, the gnawing feeling of worry tearing at his stomach.

Peter Maximoff isn’t an idiot. He hears the whispers in the hallways, he sees the way the students look at him when he’s with you. They all think you can do better. They’ve all placed bets to see how long you last before you kick him to the curb. You’d think being a hero would make him more popular, but no. Peter Maximoff is just as much of a loser now as he was in high school, X-Men be damned.

So, yeah, Peter Maximoff isn’t an idiot, but he is a loser. He’s a loser in a mansion surrounded by people who aren’t losers-- more specifically, your socially anxious lab partner. Everyone expected you and Hank to eventually end up together; you were both science nerds, you both enjoyed relatively isolated events, and you both moved at the same pace. That’s probably why the entire mansion was shocked to its core when Peter wound up being your boyfriend. Of course, he loves you with everything he’s got, but there’s always that feeling of doubt settled over him. It was too much, it was all too much and he needed to get away.

“Whatcha’ thinking about, gorgeous?” Peter got so lost in thought, he forgot about the situation at hand.

“I-- ” He sounded uneasy. This is how everything unravels-- he gets too honest and scares you off. Peter didn’t pay attention in history class, but he’s pretty sure Rome fell because some old guy was insecure and drove his girlfriend away. “I just, uh, don’t really want to be alone right now.” Peter thought he sounded pathetic. You thought he sounded sweet.

You looked down at the motor on your desk, the tiny screws and mechanical components jumping out at you like your desk was a pop-art installation. With a smile and a shrug, you pushed away the bits and pieces and stood up, pulling Peter up with you.

“Hank is just gonna have to suck it up and wait another day,” Peter grins as you pull him close. You collapse on your bed, and Peter quickly gets comfortable beside you. His head is resting against your shoulder, and his long arms are locked around you. He plays with your fingers, examining every mark and every scar with the focus of a brain surgeon going into work. Sometimes you wondered if Peter was just trying to memorize every single feature and every little detail that you had. He was.

“Y’know, your mutation is so cool,” Peter muses. You press a light kiss of his temple. “You can literally get anything you want. You could get anyone to do anything for you at any given moment. Everyone in the world is like a video game character to you; all you have to do is give a command and we follow it,”

“I guess it’s alright,” You shrug.

“It’s amazing.” Peter’s fingers are drumming against your arms at an impossible speed, but you don’t mind. “You’re amazing.”

“You’re pretty cool, too,” The drumming comes to a sudden stop. The gentle rhythm of Peter’s breathing falters as well.

“Eh,” He mumbles. “Compared to everyone else, I’m pretty lame. Compared to you? I’m nothing more than a speck of dust in the galaxy that is you.”

“Aw, Peter, you don’t give yourself enough credit,” It makes you sad to hear him say negative things about himself, but that’s part of building confidence. Sometimes you just need to be proven wrong.

“Remember when you saved the entire mansion when Cerebro exploded? Or that time you kicked ass on that space mission we went on? If I tried to rumor you into being cool, nothing would happen because you’re already pretty amazing.”

“You really think so?” Peter looks up at you, and something about the look in his eyes makes you want to hold him close and never let him go.

“I know so.” For now, that was enough.

“Y’know, I heard a rumor that you loved me.” Peter jokes, glancing up at you. You look right back at him.

“That’s a beautiful rumor,” A smile grows on your face. Your companion seems content with that. “Funnily enough, I heard the same one about you.”

“Rumors travel on the devil’s radio,” Peter giggles. You wish you could put his laugh on a CD and keep it forever.

“Who knew the devil was such a romantic?”

#peter maximoff #peter maximoff x reader #wandavision #xmen #quicksilver #quicksilver x reader

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daisybeewrites · 3 years

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July — d.j.

for @dreamcxtcherr ‘s 3k writing challenge. congrats lena!!

word count: 1.8k

warnings: mention of car crash/death, mention of alcohol consumption, daisy cries, i think thats it lmk if not!!

ship: R x daisy johnson

okay y’all… first ever anggstttttt!!! i’m way too excited about it. if you want a fully immersive experience, i recommend listening to july by noah cyrus slowed + reverb

(gif uncredited on pinterest (ugh, i hate that. credit a gif if you use it!! im trying to find the owner)) update — found owner

It was another mission. Another nightmarish fire-fight where you almost lost a limb, almost lost a friend, almost lost your life. Twenty-four hours later and you’re back home, safe.

Well, as safe as you can be when your engagement is on the verge of breaking off.

You stare at the simple ring on your left hand. White gold band, a tiny amethyst set to the left of a diamond. There was a nearly identical one lying next to the sink, the only difference being the switched places of the glittering gems.

You know she didn’t do it purposefully. You had both been exhausted after what was supposed to be an in-and-out mission turned into a hostage situation. Daisy did what she always did as soon as you were home — take off her gauntlets, wash her hands in the sink, grab a snack, and hop into a steaming shower.

But you still can’t stop yourself from staring at it, eyes fixed, hands shaking, breath held and mind racing.

You used to join her. You would wash each other’s hair, ease each other’s sore muscles with delicate touches on tender purple-black bruises. She would lean into you, letting you braid her hair and falling asleep in your arms, drifting into a deep slumber. It was intimate, lovely; it was normal and perfect.

Taking a sip of your room-temperature beer, you slide off the cool granite of the kitchen island. You had a new routine after missions now, you just had to get used to it.

You hear the shower shut off, bare feet pad into your cosy bedroom, and the door shut with a loud creak. The minute squeak of the mattress tells you that Daisy flopped into bed.

A ghost of a smile lights your face. It looks more like a grimace, you think, as you check your distorted reflection in the green glass of your beer bottle. Chucking the empty bottle in the recycling, you run a hand through your dirty, salty hair. The comfy sweats you changed into an hour ago would need to be washed, the dirt still adorning your skin rubbing off on the black material. You exhale before heading down the hall towards the bathroom.

The tiled room is filled with steam, the mirror fogged up so that only a blurry outline of your silhouette could be seen. You are unrecognizable.

How fitting.

The quick, cold shower you take does nothing to ease your mind or body. You wipe the mirror in a circle, taking out a first aid kit.

With all your cuts bandaged and the proper creams Jemma had snuck to you and Daisy applied to your fresh bruises, you headed into the hallway in your towel.

Daisy is standing in the kitchen, lilac lounge shorts you bought her last Christmas showing off her tanned and scarred legs. She looks warm and soft, a very different Daisy than the superhero who had broken a mob boss’ legs just hours before. Her hair is wet and in braids. You frown. You always braid her hair.

If she hears you, she doesn’t turn around, so you take a moment to admire her. Ten seconds, that’s all you give yourself. It was a stressful mission, if you stare too long she might snap. From the back, you can’t see the dark circles you know are there, but you can see the tension in her shoulders and the slight tilt of her head as she ponders what to eat.

You say nothing as you go to the bedroom to change. You find a black pair of SHIELD sweats and an old, holey t-shirt you vaguely remember stealing from Fitz. A presence at the doorway catches your attention.

“Hi,” Daisy says tentatively. Your breath caught in your throat, your lungs holding the air captive until Daisy spoke again.

“I missed you.”

Your eyes widened. Maybe tonight wouldn’t end with one of you on the couch, clutching a six pack while the other cried as quietly as possible, tucked into cold, lonely sheets.

“Braiding my hair, I mean,” She clarified. Her fingers twisted together, rigid posture giving away her nerves.

The air felt humid, as if the open window had suddenly sucked all the AC out and let the mid-summer heat in. Your memory flashes to the last time you and Daisy had a normal, happy conversation.

The edges are fuzzy, but the pure joy in Daisy’s chocolate eyes is clear. Fairy lights strung haphazardly around the living room, a movie playing in the background, your lips on hers. Blankets make a ceiling over your head that shut out the rest of the world, this moment was only for you two. You played with the thin metal band on her ring finger, she ran her hands through her hair. Her matching ring scratched your scalp lightly. You both smile as you pull away. You whisper childhood stories, laugh at the funny parts and offer melancholic smiles at the not-so-lighthearted parts. You were happy.

That night you got the call — Lincoln Campbell, yours and Daisy’s best friend, had wrapped his car around a telephone pole coming off of a long shift at the hospital. His blood alcohol was almost .40.

Eggshells littered the house from the time you got back from the funeral. One wrong word, Daisy would snap and spend hours punching a bag until her fingers bled. You would fill those hours with whatever was closer — wine or your car keys. You pulled yourself out of your head, realizing you should answer her.

“I missed it, too,” You breathed.

Daisy made a small, unintelligible noise before collapsing against the door frame. You froze for only a second, your mind racing through possibilities. Was she bleeding internally? Was it her back again? Did she get shot and not notice until now?

You leap over to her, catching her as she crumbles to the hardwood floor.

A quiet sob wracks her chest. Your hands hover over her slouched back, unsure how to comfort her. At this moment, Daisy feels foreign. Her sudden vulnerability alerts you to how she’s been holding her emotions in for god knows how long.

“Daisy…” You start, hesitantly.

Daisy hiccups loudly, another wave of tears washing over her.

“Tell me to leave, I’ll pack my bags,” Daisy cried, “But I don’t, I-I don’t want to lose you!”

Burning tears gather on your lash line, threatening to fall at her words. You never could stand to see Daisy cry.

Your brows furrow slightly in confusion before you realize what Daisy is talking about. After Lincoln’s death, you two had fought increasingly more often until Daisy locked herself away or spent the night at May’s, and you went for drives until your car ran on empty. On those nights, bottles of wine disappeared from the cabinet without a trace.

Daisy sits up, stamping down her sobs, seemingly resigning herself to the fact that you aren’t going to say anything. Her trembling lip and red eyes pierce your heart. The astronomical distance between you two seems atomic now. You reach out quicker than lightning, shushing her cries and rubbing her back.

“Do you want to go?” You asked after a while. Your knees dig uncomfortably into the floor, your shoulder hurts from the ridges in the doorframe.

Daisy sniffles, her hair falling into her face as she looks away. You crane your neck down, carefully tucking her hair behind her ear.

“You know I’m afraid of change, I guess that’s why we’ve stayed the same,” You sigh, your chest constricting and squeezing the broken glass pieces of your heart.

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself to continue, “But if you want to find a new life, someone who loves you better than I do, darling, I understand.”

Daisy is still frozen, stare burning holes in the floor. You’re glad that the two of you are at home, the poly-tectic adaptive materials hidden between the walls keeping the house from collapsing. By the slight groan of the foundation, you can imagine Daisy could bring down a mountain with the amount of pain she’s in.

Which can only mean one thing.

“I’m not enough,” You stated. It wasn’t a question. You glance down, a glint in the low light cast from the lamp on the bedside table catching your eye. She has her ring on…

Daisy finally, finally shakes her head ‘no’. You let go of a breath, guilt building every second that passes. She isn’t happy. You shouldn’t be happy that she’s staying.

“Feels like a lifetime, we’ve been trying to get by while we’re dying inside,” You say, gently.

Daisy snaps her eyes to yours, a desperation in them you recognize as grief.

“So much of the past year has been consumed by grief. We never took time off, we never talked about it. I’ve done a lot of things wrong, loving you being one,” She whispers.

You nod, there is no denying that you each had a part in getting to where you are now. Delicately, you grab her hand. She squeezes it, a rush of small vibrations traveling up your arm. Your chest flutters at the familiar affection.

“So have I,” You assure her. She gradually falls towards you, exhausted. You let her rest her head on your shoulder, her breath evening out as her arms wrap around you. You feel hot tears flow down your face, fall onto her hair. Slowly, you pull Daisy closer to you.

Hours later, the sun peeks over the top of the mountain range in the distance. You had adjusted the two of you sometime around two a.m., no longer able to feel your legs from how the floor cut off your circulation.

Sometime around three, you had gathered the courage to move Daisy to the bed, trying hard not to wake her. She had only turned over and not let go of your hand.

You haven’t slept at all tonight, thoughts spinning until you force yourself to pause and count to ten, only to repeat the pattern.

You know what you have to do. You know what’s best for the both of you. You’ll leave, pack your bags and find a place to stay until you can scrape up enough money to rent an apartment. You’ll go to therapy, learn to live without Lincoln, without Daisy. Eventually, Daisy will heal, too. You both have the team at your backs, no matter what happens. She would be okay.

But you know you won’t. The fear of losing Daisy, of losing your life, your home, yourself stops you. You can’t move on. You can’t move forward.

You know that the big changes it takes to heal could cost you Daisy. So, you stay the same. You give into fear. You’ll never be enough, never love Daisy right, never quite heal fully — and neither will Daisy. But you still stay.

You’ll always stay the same.

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ahhhh how was it? did you love it? any feedback? want more? put any thoughts/feelings/questions/concerns in the comments or my ask box!! i really enjoyed writing this and i hope you enjoyed reading it even more!!

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thisisamerlinonlyevent · 3 years

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today im thinking about immortal merlin n leon, alive to see camelot fall n kingdoms rise above it, the tragedy, the angst, the grief. i didn’t ship leon n merlin at all until i started to think abt them living through the centuries with only each other. that’s a different kind of intimacy right there. like i can’t rly define their relationship, i wouldn’t call them lovers but definitely not friends. like they’re intimate like lovers but care for each other like ride or die friends n it’s very complicated n surprisingly i think that leon was the one to go “you know what? let’s not label anything. let’s vibe. we care n love each other how we do, if others don’t, well... they’re not us so it’s not like it matters in the end” n merlin’s like “so true king, wanna suck my dick about it later or just gently makeout over the fire about it?” “we’ll see what we feel like doing later :)” “okay cool nice :)”.

IM NOT DONE! now think. something happens alright, there’s a stutter in reality and, for some reason, morgana n mordred come back, albeit very differently. morgana is your classic “i came back n im pissed abt it, and i still hate you even tho there’s no point about it and truly i don’t even mean it, you want me to be honest i don’t know who i really am or why i did anything but im too prideful to admit that out loud so I’ll have a huge mental breakdown over it later”, while mordred is actually broken. doesn’t eat not speak, drinks water only when it’s shoved down his throat, looks on the verge of tears 24/7 n all in all, as much as leon and merlin want to hate him for ruining everything, they have to admit something is so wrong with him they just. let the whole issue be for now.

then merlin has an epiphany after morgana’s like. third mental breakdown n weird character development that smth happened to her before death to make her like this, he does a think for a while, leon does a think with him as well, mordred does nothing but be void of everything, n they come to the conclusion “oh shit morgana was cursed, it was probably that bitch morgause even tho her past was also kinda shitty, still not an excuse, anyways let’s do the whole white (?) goddess thing” that thing they did when merlin turned into a hag for evil gwen. it’s kinda different, since it’s been more than a thousand years since merlin has done that, but they chuck em both there (morgana n mordred, with their consent ofc this is how this works, n yes they just kinda took a nod from mordred as answer enough) and they hoped for the best.

SO post de-cursing ritual shit, morgana n mordred kinda switch roles. mordred remembering everything n being emo about it cause, sue him he’s been dead for centuries he’s lost touch with his emotions. morgana is now in shock (oh how nice haha) so she’s the quiet one just. slowly taking all the shit she did in. leon n merlin are tired but tbh this is the most interesting thing that has happened in a while so they’re not too upset over it. now cue centuries of weird bonding, communication, character n emotional development, found family tropes, some self sacrificing while at the same times forgetting they’re all immortal so they come back always but damn that shit is still traumatizing, n you have another 1000 years alive n kicking in this world (in my personal hcs the show was around the 6th century even if it doesnt make sense theres magic ffs shut up so this would make them be alive during the 26th century whoray).

this is when arthur, the knight, gwen n gaius cause i love him, decide to wake up n chaos ensues (n the reunion is not as sweet as you think, 2000 years have passed and things have changed, for the better or for the worse)

this is entirely self indulgent btw but whenever i think abt these 4 i think abt them like THIS always so. yh i love this chaotic family

#bbc merlin #merlin #bbc merlin au #merlin au #sir leon #Morgana Pendragon #sir mordred #My writing #my post

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tooweirdforyou · 3 years

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hi!! it’s me again the Luffy lover hehe i thought of something really cute/funny. lets say luffy’s s/o is usually the calm/mature one in the relationship, imagine if the roles reveresed once luffy’s s/o is drunk for the first time with the strawhats at like a bar & luffy is the one that has to be the mature one and make sure she doesn’t do something out of control it would be so cute and funny!! do you think you could do something like that? if so, thank u! i love ur writing

Luffy + His Fem! S/O - Role Reversal

a/n : ah, this was actually pretty cute, thank you for requesting again! :)) hope you enjoy!

note : I literally could not think of another title. I didn’t want it too long but I couldn’t come up with any creative.

Summary : Luffy, who is goofy and immature, ends up having to look after his female significant other one drunken night.

“Lufffyyy!”

Dragging out his name with a slur, Luffy smiles softly at the sight of you sprawled against the bar counter, next to him and Zoro, the latter drinking to his hearts content.

Nami was gambling away in the corner with Franky and Robin watching, Sanji somewhere surrounded by the women in the bar, Usopp was on the verge of passing out, Chopper was outside relaxing and Brook was playing his violin and singing.

The whole bar was a chaotic, loud and crazy mess but it was all fun regardless.

Honestly, Luffy didn’t think you were such a light weight, but he found it pretty funny when you were drunk.

First of all, you tried to out-drink Zoro, which resulted in your drunken state in the first place, and Zoro laughing his ass off at you for trying.

Second of all, you kept embarrassing yourself in front of the bar by singing along with Brook and screaming the lyrics to your hearts content.

And third of all, you were quite the emotional drunk.

“Luuufffyyyy!”

Hearing you call his name once again snapped him from his thoughts and watched as you sniffle and rubbed your nose.

You then latched yourself onto him and clung onto his arms tightly. “Luffy, this place doesn’t have cookies!” You wailed out, completely uncharacteristic of you.

You lost all strength in your limbs and was now just flailing and all your weight was onto Luffy.

Luffy blinks at you and your cry before a laugh erupted from his lips. “Shishishi!~ You’re so drunk, [Name]!” He was entertained from just watching you.

“Captainnn! Can you get me some cookiesss?”

You drag out in a pleading tone, looking to Luffy with the best pleading expression you could muster, quivering lips from your cries.

Luffy chuckles softly at you and wipes your tears away, exhaling a bit as he shook his head at you. “There’s no cookies, [Name].”

Now, Luffy wasn’t really one to get drunk, and this bar didn’t have any meat for him to eat either so he was kind of just hanging around.

But now that you, the one who was always looking after him and the crew during their adventures and troubles, was drunk as hell and couldn’t even stand up straight, Luffy couldn’t help but be amused and find this all too entertaining.

Of course, since he was the only one nearby that wasn’t drunk, it was also his duty as captain to look after you this time.

And boy, you were quite the handful.

“But Luffyy, I want cookies!”

You childishly pout, hugging his arm tighter and nuzzled your face against his skin.

“Get me cookies now! I order you to!” You demanded, pulling back from Luffy and gave a small glare to Luffy.

“Oi, I’m the captain!” Luffy then sighs, almost in disbelief at how different you were drunk and just grins to himself a bit. He found it extremely adorable and cute of you.

“Come on, let’s get you back to the ship, okay?”

Luffy suggests, getting up from his stool on the counter and dusted off his clothes, before holding out a hand for you.

“No!”

Luffy stared blankly at you turning away with a huff, planting yourself straight onto the counter with your back facing him.

Luffy then smiles to himself and stretches his arms, wrapping them around your torso and pulls you towards him with ease, a small shriek escaping your lips.

“Oi, Zoro! Watch the others, you hear me? I’m heading back to the ship!” Luffy calls as he began making his way out of the tavern, Zoro nodding. “Roger.”

“Oi! let me go!” Tears began to stream down your eyes at Luffy’s grip, you squirming around.

“LUUFFFYYY! HELP ME, IM BEING KIDNAPPED!”

“Oi, [Name]! It’s me, Luffy! Im carrying you!” Luffy quickly remarks, walking through the quiet street, watching as you suddenly became quiet in his hold.

“...oh..” suddenly feeling weak, you snuggle closer into Luffy since he was carrying you bridal style in his arms.

Luffy carefully moves one of his hands and wipes your tears away and stares down at you closely.

“Hey... Luffy?”

“Yeah, [Name]?” Luffy questions as he glances from you to the pathway, the moonlight as his guide of vision.

“... did I ever tell you how much I fucking love you?.. you’re so lovable... caring about others and.. being there for your nakama... and positively thinking about everything..” Slurring your words a bit, you continue to drag on your explanation for your love of him.

Luffy could feel his heartbeat picking up a hit, his cheeks unknowingly pink as he grins warmly to himself and chuckles.

“I love you more, [Name]!” He hums cheerily, which made a sleepy smile form across your lips. “Yay..! You love meeee....!”

Feeling content and satisfied with how peaceful you were feeling, you sniff the air randomly before leaning closer into Luffy.

“...you smell like meat.”

You blurted unexpectedly, Luffy unable to contain his laughter from your comment.

“Shishishi! And You smell like alcohol.” He grins at you, seeing the small curl of your lips as you close your eyes.

You could sense your vision darkening as you eventually closed your eyes and your consciousness fading away.

A slow exhale escaped your lips.

“..Thank you, Luffy..”

Seeing you slowly relaxing and the steady and slow breathing from your lips being heard, Luffy’s expression softens as he sighs gently towards you.

He tightens his grip and pulls you closer into his chest, making path to the coast to arrive at the ship.

“Of course, [Name].”

“Ugh.. my head..”

The throbbing headache seemed to worsen as you slowly sat up, feeling weight and a pair of arms wrapped around you.

Rubbing your eyes, you glance down to see your familiar rubber lover laying on top of your legs and hugging your waist, fast asleep.

You glance beside you to see the time but instead found a glass of water and a shot glass of medicine to ease headaches, along with a note.

Gladly taking the shot glass and water, you gulped both down with ease before exhaling out in satisfaction.

Then turning to the note, you pick up the card and read it aloud.

“To [Name]. You’re funny when you’re drunk. It’s cute! - Luffy. Ps. You’re a bit of a pain to take care of tho”

Glancing from the note to Luffy asleep on the bed, you only smile slightly and shake your head.

“I wasn’t even that drunk..”

Sure, you couldn’t remember a thing, other than partying with the crew and then suddenly waking up in bed on the ship, but you knew you weren’t THAT drunk.

Turning your attention to the sleeping Luffy on you, you smile to yourself and pat his head.

“Thanks for taking care of me, Luffy.”

As if he heard you, Luffy’s snoring seemed to have quieted a little bit and a small smile began forming on the boy’s lips.

a/n : ahhh, I hope you liked this! :))) 🤍 I wanted to get at least one post out so I apologize if this seems rushed!

I apologize if it’s not what you expected either, I had different ideas for this but I couldn’t really come up with as specific one 😅

It sucks I only have free time / motivation late at night and I’m exhausted too ;-;

#tooweirdforyou #one piece #one piece x reader #op x reader #x reader #luffy x reader #op #monkey d. luffy #monkey d. luffy x reader

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24hlevi · 3 years

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Save Your Tears

Rico Brzenska X MTF!Reader

Genre: Angst, Slight Fluff

Warnings: Language, Implied/Hinted Transphobia, Bullying

Summary: Y/n, one of the cadets is getting bullied by other cadets in her year. When Rico is walking by on patrol, she sees this happening and scolds the cadets harshly before reassuring and comforting Y/n.

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: i’m really excited for this as a trans person myself so i hope you enjoy ! also its a bit short im sorry i suck at bullying and comforting 💔

You knew it would happen eventually. You had expected it. You just didn’t think it would happen between you and your comrades. The people that were supposed to help you if you were on the verge of getting eaten by a titan. But if they couldn’t even handle you being “different” then how could they save your life on the battlefield? Were you really that different that they most likely wouldn’t save you because of it? So many thoughts ran through your head as you stood on watch inside Wall Maria in a small town.

Being a cadet, you weren’t able to do many things yet except sit tight and hope that the day wouldn’t come that titans decided to break through the wall and destroy humanity at their very will. But you didn’t mind. It was like everything else, you had to progress and continue going up the steps to success and hope you don’t fall on your way up. You’ve had to do it many times, so wanting to become a part of the military wasn’t going to be anything new for you.

But god was it hell still.

“Hey, Y/n!” You heard someone say your name and you turned your head, seeing one of your comrades walking up to you with two other guys behind him.

You could feel your body tense up upon seeing the trio of boys walking to you, knowing that whatever was going to happen wasn’t going to be a very fun ride for you. “Hi!” You forced a smile onto your face.

The boys stopped in front of you and the one in the middle began to talk again, “Hey so look, my buddy here needs some help with what he’s doing right now which is moving heavy stuff like guns and ammunition for the regiments and he needs someone strong. Like, guy stong. So, would you mind helping him?”

Your teeth gritted against each other when the male finished his sentence, and you shook your head. “Why would I help? You three are men, aren’t you? You can help him just fine, and much more as three than just me.”

“Nah, I think you’d be stronger.” He responded. “Would you just help him, man?”

“No.” You answered. “You can help your friend perfectly fine by yourself. I don’t have to be involved in any way. So I would appreciate it if you please left me alone.”

The boy’s expression changed into anger as he walked up to you, grabbing the collar of your shirt and pulling you towards him. “Look, Y/n, all I’m doing is helping a friend here. Why can’t you do the same? Because you’re a little bitchy girl now? I won’t be leaving you alone until you help. You know you have the muscles, obviously you do. But you’re not going to because you’re a bitch now? Tsh, should have expected it from someone like you.”

Your eyes immediately shut the moment he grabbed your shirt and pulled you, afraid that you were going to get hit next. “Please, stop.” You said quietly.

“No, I don’t think I will.” He growled angrily. “Do you wanna help like a good person or be a bitch for the rest of your life?”

Meanwhile, still in the town that you were located in, Rico was walking around, making sure everything was going smoothly in the town as well to check in on the cadets when it was necessary. As the girl was walking, she glanced around until she noticed you and the three men, one with his hand gripped harshly on your shirt while looking extremely angry. She began to walk towards you all when she heard what was being said.

“Oh so you are gonna choose to be a bitchy girl for the rest of your life? Why don’t you just go back to where you came from, Hell?”

Tears welled up in your eyes and a few slipped out, running down your cheeks slowly. “Please, just stop.”

Rico’s eyes narrowed into a glare as she stopped in front of you two, grabbing the male’s hand and ripping it away from you and twisting it around, resulting in him yelling in pain as she spoke, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She spat out.

“I was doing nothing!” He cried out.

“Tsh, like I believe that. I heard what you said to her, cadet. Don’t think I won’t tell Commander Pyxis and get you kicked out.” Rico told him in an even harsher tone.

“No, please don’t tell Commander Pyxis!” He said quickly, shaking his head rapidly.

“Then don’t do this shit ever again.” Rico let go of his arm and continued to glare at him. “If I or anyone I know find’s out you continue doing this, you will be kicked out and left for the Titans.”

The boy nodded quickly and started to walk away, the other two following behind him quietly.

You stared at the girl in complete shock, not expecting anyone to help you at all since no one had before. When Rico looked over at you, you quickly looked away while moving your hair so it was covering most of your face, not wanting her or anyone else to see your tears that were still falling one by one.

“Hey...You okay?” She asked you, taking a few steps closer to you.

You glanced over at her and nodded quickly, “Oh uhm, yeah.Thank you by the way.” You replied, wiping away the tears.

The girl put her hands on your shoulders and you looked at her confused. “Save your tears for another day, don’t let those fuckers get to you. And when you become better then them whichever regiment you go into, you won’t even think about them anymore. And by the way, you’re the prettiest girl I’ve seen here.” She gave you a small smile at the end.

A blush spread across your cheeks at the compliment and you nodded, “Thank you. I really needed that.”

“It’s no problem, really. If someone ever fucks with you again, just come and find me, the name’s Rico Brzenska, it’s pretty easy to remember.” Rico responded.

“I will, thank you.” You nodded again, smiling.

The girl nodded and patted your shoulder, “And join the Garrison regiment while you’re at it, that’s where I’ll be.” She told you. “You have a really nice smile too, don’t let it go away, no matter what happens.”

“I was thinking about joining the Garrison regiment anyways.” You chuckled. “And I won’t.” Your smile grew wider.

“Good.” Rico leaned forward and hugged you for a split moment before pulling away. “Now, I’ve got to get back to duty. But maybe I’ll find you afterwards and we can talk more. I’ll see you, Y/n.” She added, flashing a smile for a second before turning and walking away.

Well, you definitely didn’t expect things to go that way. But you were glad that Rico was nearby and helped you, since no one else would most likely. You would save your tears for another day, a day that they would actually matter. You would keep the smile evident on your face as well, not going to let anyone bring you down just because of who you were. And always remember,

You are beautiful just the way you are 💙

#aot #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #shingkei no kyojin #snk #snk x reader #aot x reader #rico brzenska #rico x reader

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comic-book-jawns · 3 years

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Ten Minutes

Based on an anon prompt

“Hey, I’m so - ”

Jamie flung her arms around her, which was always welcome, of course. But it was done with quite a bit of urgency for having last seen each other not even an hour ago. Jamie had clocked out a bit early to go home and shower ahead of their dinner reservation, and they’d agreed to meet back up at the restaurant, which they were currently standing outside of. Dani was trying to catch her breath, having run over.

Jamie pulled back now, her hands lightly gripping Dani’s upper arms.

“You alright?”

Jamie looked alarmingly distressed. Her voice sounded tight, and her cheek felt clammy as Dani cupped it. Dani tried for a reassuring smile, even as her own mind raced. Why was Jamie so worked up?

“I’m fine. I’m... so sorry. I was... talking to a customer... and lost track of time.”

At that, Jamie let go of her and stepped back, shoving her hands in her pockets. She cleared her throat and looked down. Dani wanted to say something but was at a loss. She’d assumed Jamie would be relieved, but she seemed even more upset now.

Dani took a step closer.

“Hey... are - are you okay?”

Jamie didn’t step back, but she still wouldn’t meet her eye, and she scoffed.

“Well, I’ve been here, haven’t I?”

Dani’s heart sank. She’d felt guilty as soon as she’d realized she wouldn’t make it on time. But still... she glanced down at her watch. It was ten minutes past the time they’d agreed to meet, not ideal but within a standard grace period, and this wasn’t a special occasion — as far as Dani was aware, at least — just a Friday night dinner.

“Jamie, I’m so sorry... I would’ve called, but I... I figured you’d already left the apartment, so... ”

“S’fine.”

Jamie still wouldn’t look up and was now kicking pebbles toward the curb. Dani stepped closer and rubbed Jamie’s upper arm.

“It’s not. Please just... ”

Dani cut herself off with sigh. Jamie hadn’t pulled away, but Dani could tell she wasn’t going to engage. Something was clearly bothering her, and Dani’s explanation for her tardiness had only exacerbated it. She knew Jamie wasn’t the jealous type, but what did that leave?

“Jamie, I... ” Dani swallowed. “I really did lose track of time. I’m not - I didn’t leave late on purpose.”

She should’ve said nothing.

Jamie whipped her head back up, her face flushed. How of much it was in anger versus embarrassment was unclear. But it was definitely both.

“I know that!”

Startled, Dani jumped slightly, then saw her own expression mirrored on Jamie’s face. Dani’s hand slipped off her arm as Jamie stepped back, the color draining from her face. Before Dani could call out, someone else did.

“Jamie! Party of two.”

Dani saw Jamie tense up and followed her gaze. Looking over her own shoulder, Dani saw the hostess standing by the restaurant door looking around, two menus in hand. Assuming she would just want to go home, Dani turned back to Jamie.

But Jamie was gone.

*****

She hadn’t gone far.

Dani found her in the first place she looked: the park around the corner. Jamie was sitting on a swing, kicking off and then dragging her feet against the wood chips as she swung back. There were a few kids playing on the jungle gym but none on the swings.

As Dani approached her, she could see tears trickling down Jamie’s face. As much as she wanted to take her in her arms, she knew it would better to take things slow, so she sat down on the swing beside her instead. Dani didn’t want to risk saying the wrong thing again, so they sat for almost a minute in silence, save for Jamie’s sniffling.

“D’ya know the last thing Louise said to me?”

Dani shook her head, relieved Jamie wasn’t going to give her the silent treatment. Then, she realized Jamie probably wasn’t looking at her, and therefore hadn’t seen her acknowledge the question. Then, she remembered it had clearly been rhetorical. She was so distracted it took her a moment to process what Jamie said next.

“Me neither.”

Dani’s heart sank again as her breath caught. She looked over to find Jamie wiping her face with the heel of her hand. Then, she returned it to the chain of the swing and continued staring straight ahead.

“It’s s’pose to stay with ya — whether it haunts ya or comforts ya... That’s what I’ve heard, but... ” Jamie cleared her throat. “Didn’t even realize at first... that she’d really gone.”

Jamie finally looked over her, and Dani felt her own eyes watering, but she did her best to keep the tears at bay. She couldn’t stop herself from letting out a small gasp, though, when Jamie dropped her right hand from the swing chain and held it out. Dani took it immediately, squeezing it, and offering a faint small. Jamie faced forward again but didn’t let go.

“She wasn’t there when we woke up. But that wasn’t unusual. Me and Denny went to school, asked a neighbor to look in on Mikey. Not that she did it gladly... or well.” Jamie let out a mirthless chuckle. “Denny went out with his friends after, and I went home to find... ”

Dani squeezed Jamie’s hand. She’d heard this part before. Jamie cleared her throat.

“So once I calmed Mikey down, changed ’im, I went over with him to see Agnes, our neighbor, give her a piece ah ma mind. She wasn’t s’pose to leave ’im alone. That was the whole point.” Dani nodded. “But she started yellin’ back, said Louise had come home with a man and told her to leave.”

Dani squeezed Jamie’s hand again as Jamie took a shaky breath.

“I didn’t want to believe her. But she didn’t have a reason to lie. The only reason she watched Mikey willin’ly was so she wouldn’t have to stay home with her deadbeat husband. But she still... ” Jamie chuckled again. “She still stood there and laughed at me.”

Jamie sniffled, and Dani swung sideways toward her, close enough to gently nudge Jamie’s foot with her own. She smiled softly as she saw Jamie’s lips twitch.

“So I went back home, but I still thought she’d show up. Told maself she’d just gone off to a pub with ’im, that she’d come traipsing back drunk that night or hungover the next day... But then it was the next day, then it had been a few days, then a week... And that’s when it finally hit me.”

Dani squeezed Jamie’s hand once more as Jamie cleared her throat.

“So I tried to remember what she’d said — any part of our last conversation... and I came up blank.”

Jamie turned to her. Her eyes were red-rimmed, but she didn’t seem to be actively crying anymore.

“That’s what I was doin’ while I was waitin’.” Dani furrowed her brow. Jamie looked down at their hands, and her voice grew softer. “I was tryna remember the last thing you said to me.”

Dani felt the air being sucked from her lungs. She wouldn’t have thought it possible, but she felt even worse now than she had outside the restaurant.

“Jamie!”

It came out strangled, breathless. The tears finally broke free and started streaming down her face. Her vision blurred, but she saw Jamie’s head whip back up.

“No, Dani, please. Please don’t. This is my fault.”

Jamie sounded on the verge of tears again, but Dani shook her head violently.

“It is, Dani. I - I overreacted when ya didn’t show... and then I took it out on ya ’cause I was embarrassed.”

Dani nodded after a moment. Having a meltdown wouldn’t help either of them, and Jamie’s behavior made a lot more sense now. But something still didn’t add up. She took a few deep breaths as wiped her face with her free hand, then cleared her throat.

“If you were that concerned, why didn’t you just look for me?”

Jamie opened her mouth to respond, then closed it after a moment and looked down at their hands. Dani tried to think of what to say, cursing herself for having upset her again. But just then, Jamie burst out laughing. It was genuine, Dani could tell, but that only added to her confusion.

“Jay?”

Jamie shook her head as if to clear it.

“Sorry, I, uh... ” She cleared her throat and looked back up, smiling faintly. “I didn’t look for ya ’cause it had only been a few minutes, and I didn’t want to seem like a possessive psycho.”

Jamie laughed and looked down again. Dani exhaled, relaxing slightly.

“But I failed after all.”

“Jamie... ”

“No, it’s - we spend so much time together as it is. And obviously you’re allowed to talk to other people.” Jamie looked up, tense. “You know that, right? That that’s not why - ”

Dani squeezed her hand.

“I know. You - you thought something had happened to me.” Jamie nodded sheepishly. “I’ll be more... conscientious from now on.”

Jamie shook her head.

“Dani - ”

Dani put her other hand around Jamie’s now, too.

“Jamie, it’s my choice.” Jamie sighed after a moment. “But I can’t - I can’t guarantee I won’t ever run late again or - ”

“’Course not. No one can. I know that... Doesn’t mean... ” She cleared her throat and looked down. “Just hard to remind maself ah that sometimes.”

Dani nodded, massaging Jamie’s hand. They sat in silence for a few moments, both swinging slightly, then Dani gently released Jamie’s hand. Jamie went wide-eyed, so Dani slipped her left arm around the swing chain and stood up as quickly as possible.

“Can I, umm?”

Dani held out her arms, then smiled as Jamie’s crooked smile greeted her. Jamie stood up swiftly and flung her arms around her once more. Dani closed her eyes as she cradled Jamie’s head and rubbed her back.

“I’m sorry.”

“Jamie - ”

“And thank you.”

“For what?”

The response came a few moments later.

“Bein’ you.”

Dani felt her smile widen, then remembered something.

“Did you?”

Nothing, then:

“Did I... ”

Dani opened her eyes, chuckling as she realized how her ridiculous her question had sounded without context.

“Did you, umm... ” She swallowed. “Remember what I - the last thing I said before... ”

“Oh, uh, yeah.”

Dani felt Jamie pull back slightly and shifted her hand from Jamie’s head to her back. Jamie kept her arms around her neck, and Dani was relieved to find her crooked smile still in place. She was even blushing slightly. Intrigued, Dani tried to remember herself, but Jamie beat her to it.

“‘Wash behind your ears.’”

Dani laughed. It came back to her now. Jamie had worn her hair in a bun while she’d worked and managed to smudge dirt behind both of them.

“Right. Sorry.”

Jamie, laughing too, cocked her head.

“Why?”

Dani cleared her throat.

“Well, it’s not exactly - I mean, if that really had been the last thing I’d said to you... ”

Jamie shrugged.

“I liked it. It was sweet. Short ’n sweet.”

Dani smiled, feeling her eyes tear up again. It was a good thing to know, she thought. And then she felt her smile fade. Jamie must’ve seen it.

“Like you.”

Dani felt her smile return and her cheeks blush. Normally, she was the one who got all corny, but...

“Don’t.”

Dani giggled. Jamie was trying hard to keep a straight face but now blushing furiously. Dani glanced to their left. The kids were gone — though even if they hadn’t been, the way they were already holding each wasn’t exactly inconspicuous.

She wasted no time turning back for a kiss, which Jamie eagerly returned her until she pulled back, giggling herself. Then, they just looked at each other for a few moments, both giggling, until Jamie cleared her throat.

“I know we have to eat.” Dani nodded. “But while we’re here... ”

Jamie jerked her head back. Dani immediately pulled away, beaming, and ran back to her swing.

“You’re on!”

She sat down and turned to find Jamie sitting down with much more dignity, eyebrow raised.

“S’not a sport, Poppins.”

Dani smirked.

“It is the way I do it.”

Jamie chuckled and faced forward.

“All right, then. Loser has to pay for dinner... Dani?”

Dani was already a few swings in, gaining speed and momentum by the second, when she saw Jamie turn to her in her periphery.

“Dani!”

Dani laughed as she saw Jamie kickoff.

“Never said we had to wait to start!”

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magma1000 · 2 years

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🌿🐝🌻🐑🥞 🌲!! <|:^]

🌿 this might sound kinda weird, but the closest thing to relaxing in terms of scents has to be the smell of smoke or gas or a campfire. I love that smell so much, and it’s so familiar to me

🐝 there was this switch game called Lydia I found. I think it’s supposed to be a story game or a horror game of some sort. But I remember loving that game sm. I don’t even remember why, I just hold that real close to my heart, and I still play it sometimes when I’m upset

🌻 hanging out with family always makes me smile. So just sitting there and struggling to wrap Christmas presents together is something so nice :)

🐑 my teddy bear. I’ve had him since I was 1. I’ve never let him go since. When I think I’ve lost him sometimes, I get on the verge of tears. Another thing I don’t know why I love so much, he didn’t even come from someone I know! But I have difficulty getting through my day without him

🥞 EGGS!! Specifically scrambled. My mother makes the best scrambled eggs, she taught me how to make them, but they never turn out the way she makes em. And there sooooo goood!

🌲I def prefer the cold. Despite needing warmth all the time bc my body sucks at regulation, Im so used to being cold, it’s not so bad rlly. So I definitely prefer it. Especially when there’s snow :)

#Ty for the ask ash!#:]#this was fun to answer #Asks #magma

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the-black-birb · 4 years

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so glad you are back!! if you ask i shall deliver ahhsdsd. could you write something regarding tsukishima and "time" or "rest/break"? do i make sense aksdjsa

Rest

A/N: hdjdj time just makes me think love in time...loved writing that 😌🥺anyways im in love with tsukishima kei. I'm so weak for him.

You had been fairly certain when you met him that Tsukishima Kei was a lazy (or as he liked to say, energy-conserving) man. For this reason, as well as his snarky dispostion and his height, the two of you had never really seen eye to eye (literally and figuratively!).

You disliked him to your core; no matter how good he was at volleyball and school you couldn't bring yourself to respect someone with a disregard for work ethic. That being said, that didn't change the fact that Tsukishima Kei (against both of your wishes) had been assigned as your tutor.

Begrudgingly, you dragged your feet to his classroom, where you always studied during lunch. You quietly hoped Yamaguchi would be there, his presence always made these detestable sessions a bit better, and moaned in dissapointment when you saw he wasn't. More often than not lately he'd hang out with Hinata and you couldn't blame him (Hinata was a delight!) but these study sessions were so much more difficult without him there.

With no Yamamguchi, you were left to focus on the way Tsukishima's eyeslashes fluttered when he struggled to explain something, or the way his fingers nimbly held the pencil in his hand. With no Yamaguchi, Tsukishima would often end up leaning in closer over the desk, to the point where you could see his collar bone peaking out from beneath his shirt and smell mint on his breath.

Detestable, indeed.

Today was no different. You silently sat down in front of the blonde, getting out your notebooks as you usually would and ignoring the way you shifted in your seat when you felt his eyes set you on fire.

"What are we working on today?" Tsukishima asked, his words slurring together slightly. You tried to ignore it, but the way his body wavered back and forth had you concerned.

"Did you sleep last night?" you asked, eyebrows furrowed.

Tsukishima, ever the bastard, cocked and eyebrow at you. "What is it to you?" he murdered. As mush as he tried to be snarky, he was about as intimidating as a flea considering he was on the verge of collapse.

"What'd you do?" you groaned. Now that you thought about it, he did seem to be getting some awfully big dark circles under his eyes.

"Nuthin' much," Tsukishima sighed and you had to hold back from mewling at how adorable it was to watch him come undone. One hand of his messily laced through his hair, rubbing at his eyes. "Had volleyball practice at school, then I went to practice with m'brother..." He pauses to yawn. "Stayed up to finish the essays, 'nd then I woke up early...woke up early to go over your lesson plans."

You found your cheeks growing warm at that. He did that for you?

"That's a lot," you sympathize, surprised. He always seemed pretty nonchalant about everything.

"'S normal," Tsukishima drawls.

You weigh your options, wanting to know what other secrets you can get your shamefully attractive tutor to give away while sleep-deprived, but you know better.

"Why don't you take a nap during lunch?" you offer, uncharacteristically kind. "I can wake you up when it's over."

Tsukishima shakes his head. "No," he's adamant on it. "You suck at algebra. Need help."

Of course, he stills insult you. You bite the inside of your cheek and swallow your comeback. "I got an 85 on my last test thanks to you. Sleep," you demand.

"Here," you reach forward to pull his glasses off, immediately regretting it. His golden eyes, even glazed over with drowsiness, are like sweet honey and you find yourself a simple bee. He's irresisitble.

"S-so you can put your head down," you sputter out, tearing your eyes away from his gaze. Tsukishima not sure if you're actually blushing, or if it's just his imagination. He also doesn't particularly care, instead leaning his head down on the desk. He's too tired to think, right now.

"Thanks," he mumbles out, before his eyes drift close.

You sit there in shocked silence for a moment, before curiosity gets the best of you. He simply looks so vulnerable like that, eyes closed and lips just slightly parted. He looks so kissable.

Gently, you weave your fingers through his blonde hair and let out a quiet sigh. It's soft.

You almost lose yourself to your ministrations before remembering where, and who, you're with, and going to pull away. But before you can, a strong hand catches your wrist and pulls your hand back down.

"Keep it there," Tsukishima mumbles. "'S nice."

You hold back a laugh. "You're going to hate my guts when you wake up," you remind him, thinking about all the glares he'd normally send your way.

"Nah," Tsukishima disagrees, eyes still closed. "Just hate how cute you are."

Before you can respond, he's drifted off to sleep. Maybe, you thought, you'd been wrong about Tsukishima Kei.

#haikyuu scenarios #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu tsukishima x reader #haikyuu tsukishima kei x reader #haikyuu tsukishima kei

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kyber-kisses · 4 years

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I Know

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: character death, angst, cursing, mild descriptions of wounds and torture.

Summary: almost a year after the readers death, Dean finds himself at the mercy of a witch who knows one of his only weaknesses. You.

A/n: because I’m slowly dying of boredom I decided to do Bad Things Happen bingo. Please send in your preference for the next square!

Fucking Witches. Dean Winchester was officially done with their shenanigans and messed up thought processes. It was like they had a flare for the dramatic. If they were so into killing folks. Why couldn’t they just do it quickly?

Finding himself bound tightly to the old chair in the rundown house the witch had been residing in, Dean for once wished he had dragged Sam along with him on this case. If Sam was here there was no way the witch would still be alive.

Instead here he was. Tied in place and basically steeping in thick silence. How this bitch has got the drop on him was still beyond him. The last thing he remembered before waking up here was driving to one of the witnesses house. He didn’t remember getting out of the car or being tied up. It was almost as if it had all happened in the blink of an eye.

He had already tried struggling and pulling at his restraints but to no avail. The ropes were probably laced with spell work along with the chair, seeing as he couldn’t even shift the price of furniture across the floor. Either that or it was bolted to the floor.

“Son of a bitch-“ he hissed, slightly out of breath from pulling on the ropes. His head whipping around in hopes of finding something to help him get out, but the room was empty of everything except himself.

“Well look who decided to wake up.” It was like she was waiting for the perfect moment, because not a second later the young witch stepped out from beyond the shadows, her black hair hanging in ringlets as her lips twisted into a bright red smile.

Going through his choices quickly, Dean chose to go with the playing dumb act, pretending he had no idea what was going on. Maybe, just maybe he could somehow gain the upper hand.

“I feel like there’s been a misunderstanding. I don’t have a clue as to what is going on.”

“Oh but I think you do. You're a hunter.”

“A what? I don’t know what that is. I was just in town to meet up with some old friends.”

The witch smiled again, stalking closer to the bound Winchester, a small hexbag gripped in her freshly polished nails, the polish reflecting the orange candle light slightly. “Oh don’t play dumb with me. You're not just a hunter. You're Dean Winchester.”

Oh for fucks sake. Of course this witch knew who he was. Could he ever catch a break?

“Oh well, ya caught me.” He gave in, flashing her a grin. “Now you want an autograph or something?” Time to think of another plan. If he had enough time to that is.

“Oh no, I thought we’d have some fun first.” Her white smile becoming more menacing as she stopped in front of him, tilting his chin upward and fully catching his gaze.

“No offense Sweetheart, but I ain’t interested.”

“Oh I know. You only ever had eyes for miss Y/N Y/L/N, isn’t that right?” She cooed, her smile widening when his face hardened, his mouth snapping shut, eyes blazing. “Oh struck a nerve did I?”

“How do you-“

“How do I know about her? Oh well that’s easy. I’ve been watching you Winchesters for quite sometime.” She explained, moving to tuck the hexbag into one of the inner pockets of his canvas jacket. “Dean and Y/N. Friends to. . .- well not quite lovers. You were too late for that, weren’t you?”

Everything in him wanted to lash out at her, make her regret ever saying your name, but once more the ropes restricted him from doing so. His struggle barely doing anything to loosen the binds. “So help me if you don’t shut up I’m gonna rip your tongue out.” He growled, feeling the pure white hot rage crawl up his spine.

“Must have been painful losing her, especially when you loved her so much. Only- you never did tell her that did you?”

“I said shut the hell up!”

She was toying with him. Pulling at all the loose strands of his soul. If people really knew Dean Winchester they would know that the key to fully unraveling him was to bring you up. You death had crushed him in more ways than one and now this bitch was using it against him.

“Like I said before, Dean. Let’s have some fun.” She smiled, tapping him on the nose before muttering an incantation under her breath, backing away slowly.

“What the hell did you do to me?”

The hunter was met with silence as she gave him a wink, disappearing around the corner. “Just having some fun and games. Good luck, pretty boy!”

And just like before he went back to struggling against the bindings, the thick rope burning his wrists as he twisted and pulled. He had to get the hex bag off him before it- before it-

It was like a switch had been pulled because not a second later he felt his eyes get heavy and his shoulders slumped, pulling him head first into unconsciousness. When he opened them again he found himself no longer in the rundown house but on a darkened hillside,the moon being the only source of light across the black landscape.

It took him a minute before he finally realized where he was. His eyes falling shut in hopes of finding himself anywhere but there. This was where he had found you, your blood caked body sitting limp and cold against the lone tree not too far off.

This was the night he lost you.

It was like a bucket of ice had been dumped down the back of his shirt as memories came knocking into him like bricks. It was just some fight. You had yelled yourself hoarse after Dean and Sam had returned from a hunt they decided not to tell you about. You had been furious and scared when you didn’t know where they were. And Dean ended up yelling right back, saying things that to this day haunt him. He was trying to keep you safe- and yet everything back fired right in his face. You had stormed off in a rage only for some vamps to find you and—

He clenched his jaw, battling down the memory. He had to figure out how to get out of this magically induced nightmare. He couldn’t live through this again. The first time nearly killed him.

“Dean.”

At the sudden voice he felt his body seize up. No. No this wasn’t real. It wasn’t you.

“Dean.” This time there was more force in your tone, and Dean let himself turn, his breath leaving his lungs as the sight of you.

When he woke up he was gonna gut that witch six ways from Sunday. That bitch was taking evil to a whole new level.

Sure enough, there you stood. Your hair framing your hollowed face as you bore into him, your throat covered in gashes and cuts littered your arms and legs. You looked exactly the same as when he had found you.

“Y/N-“ struggling to speak, he inhaled.

“Words, Dean. Use them.”

“How is this-“

“Witches Dean. C’mon use your damn brain for once. “ your tone becoming menacing as you stepped closer, your bare feet moving heel to toe as you moved through the grass. “But it’s me.”

“You’re disappointed in me, aren’t you?” He sighed, jade eyes glazing over with unshed tears as he watched you. He had so many things he needed to say and yet? They were caught in his throat, a part of him still telling him you were just a hallucination conjured up by the witch.

“Slightly, yes.”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I never should have yell—“

“Don’t.” You raises a hand, silencing the hunter in front of you. “You don’t get to be sorry. I’m dead, Dean.”

“I know. And I never should have let you walk out of the bunker after that fight.”

“That was the whole reason for the fight in the first place!” You yelled, eyes widening. “Because you wouldn’t let me go on the damn hunt! You put me on lock down without telling me! Do you have any idea what it’s like to wake up and find the people you love the most gone without a word? And then you said you were keeping me safe!” You paused, sucking in a breath. “ Im a hunter, Dean! Or was. Either way you stopped me from helping and doing my job!”

“I know that now, and I am sorry.” His voice breaking as he looked at you. You didn’t deserve this. You deserved so much better. “I loved you too much to risk putting you in danger.”

Your jaw clenched, eyes on the verge of creating tears. “Then why didn’t you tell me that when I was alive?”

“Because I didn’t know how. And you can hate me all you want but I need you to know that I am sorry.”

He could practically see the anger draining from your face- only for it to be replaced with heartbreak and tear stained cheeks. “I bet you are. And do you want to know what the worst part of it all was? I died alone and I died scared.” You own voice wavering as you looked at the older Winchester, successfully shattering his heart all over again. “I died thinking you hated me.”

That. That was what he had always feared. Ever since he found you he had wondered what you had been thinking. With those six little words you broke the remaining pieces that had somehow managed to stay together inside him. He could never make this right. It was too late.

“I think we’re done here. You better wake up.” You have him one last glare before turning on your bare heel, walking off into the dark, the moon casting stark shadows across your frame.

“Y/N, wait!”

With one more blink he found himself back in the falling apart house. He expected to be looking up into the eyes of the witch but instead he was met with the worried cobalt blue eyes of a certain trench coated angel.

“Cas?” The words coming out confused as he felt the hallucination induced tears slide off his face. “What the hell happened?”

The angel tilted his head as he began working on bindings around the hunters wrists. “You prayed earlier. I came.”

“What about the witch?”

“Dead. When I killed her it broke you out of your trance.”

Slowly rising from the chair, Dean rubbed at his tender wrists. “Shame.”

“That I saved you?”

“No, thank you for that by the way. Shame that she’s dead. Would’ve liked to end her myself after what she did to me.”

Heading towards the door, Cas was hot on his heels, curiosity easily getting the best of the celestial. “What did she do?”

“Doesn’t matter anymore. It’s done with.” Digging through his coat pockets, Dean produced the keys to the impala, his new mission already set in stone inside his head.

“Where are you going?”

“Somewhere I have yet to visit in a while.”

“Would you like me to come with?” Cas spoke, knowing exactly where Dean was headed without him having to say so. Whatever the witch had made him see it was the final push Dean needed.

“Nah. It’s alright.I need to do this alone.” Throwing open the driver side door, Dean paused to flip the keys in his hand. “But thanks man. You know for coming and pulling my ass out of the fire. I appreciate it.”

“Of course. Anytime.”

*. *. *. *. * .

Even if the numbers on the dashboard read 1:30AM, Dean still found himself putting the impala in park at the edge of the cemetery on the outskirts of Lebanon. Moonlight curved around headstones and the grass was still damp from the earlier rain. Lampposts still lit up the space partially with orange light as the hunter weaves through the headstone, stopping in his tracks once he found yours.

He and Sam had given you a hunters funeral but he still insisted on getting you a headstone. It gave him a place to visit- even if he had yet to until this moment.

“I know it wasn’t really you in the hallucination.” He breathed, hands stuck deep into his pockets as he stared down your name carved into the piece of granite. “But it didn’t hurt any less. That- that illusion of you said some things that in truth made some sense to me. Things I have been telling myself ever since I lost you.”

A soft warm breeze ran through the cemetery, ever so slightly tickling his skin. It was easier to find words here. It was quiet. It allowed him no worries over who else might be listening. You used to say that the dead speak to those who listen. He was listening as best he could.

“If you really died hating me I am so sorry. I should never have held you back. If I hadn’t we never would have gotten into that fight and you never would have stormed out. In the end it was still my fault.” He paused.”I could never hate you.” He could feel the hot tears gathering in his eyes again as he inhaled, bringing his gaze skyward in hopes of keeping the tears in. “I think I was just scared. When I realized I loved you - that I was in love with you. I just wanted to tuck you away and keep you safe from the world. But that’s not how those things work. It took me too long to realize that and I’m so sorry.”

His eyes went back to the granite headstone, the moonlight catching the polished rock just right so that your name shone.

Please be listening.

“I should have told you. I should have told you and not tried to bury it.” His voice cracked. “I love you Y/N. Always have and always will.”

And with that he kissed his index and middle finger, pressing it lightly against the cool granite that was the last piece of you on this earthly plane. It would be the closest he ever came to kissing you.

As he turned to walk back through the cemetery another warm gust of wind went past him, ruffling his hair and he swore- even if it sounded insane out loud that he heard your voice interwoven through the breeze.

“I know.”

End.

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vergilsangel · 4 years

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Not My Valentine: Part 2

A/N: Okay, I couldn’t just leave it like that. I had to write a sequel. It was nice to write again :D

Rating: T Warnings: Angst, language

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Here is Part 1!!!

Months later, you had managed to force your feelings down and begin to work with Vergil once more. He and Lady were still being discreet about their relationship, not knowing that you knew. When you had returned to Devil May Cry a week after Valentine’s day, Dante took you aside and demanded to know what happened. Not wanting to out Vergil and Lady, you just said that you found out where you stood with him and decided against even telling him your feelings.

After that, things between you and Vergil were rocky. You were hurt and angry, but you were doing all you could to suppress those emotions and pretend you didn’t have feelings for him. You thought that the week apart would’ve helped, but the moment you saw him, all the emotions flooded back and it took all you had not to burst into tears.

Vergil noticed. He would be an idiot to have not noticed. Usually you and he got along quite well and now you couldn’t even face him. You made excuses to avoid him and if there was a devil hunting job, you paired yourself up with Dante, Nero, or Trish. It bothered him, but he remained impassive around you and the others.

Finally, it was the end of summer. The days were getting shorter and the winds were getting colder. Demonic activity started to spike and pretty soon, Dante had no choice but to split everyone up into teams. This whole time, you and Vergil had been at odds and he was bound and determined to fix things.

“Hey, Verge! (Y/N)! I got a demon hunting gig for the two of you!” Dante called as he hung up the phone. You looked up at him, silently telling him this was a bad idea.

“What is the job?” Vergil asked.

“Bunch of furies and a lusachia appeared in the town north of here.” Vergil nodded and took the address from Dante.

“Where are Nero, Lady, and Trish?” You asked, hoping to not give away how much you hated this idea.

“All on jobs and I’ve got one I need to take care of too. Besides, with these higher level demons, I don’t want either of you going alone.” Dante answered and smirked. He knew he was meddling, but the sooner this was out in the open, the sooner you both could work through it and move on. Accepting defeat, you sighed and nodded.

“Make haste, (Y/N).” Vergil said, opening a portal. You grabbed your weapons and followed him. Taking down the demons proved to be much more of a hassle than either of you thought. However, despite your feelings towards him, it was easy to fight alongside him. It was smooth and calculated. You both worked well together and you couldn’t deny that. Once both of you were sure the area was clear, you went back to the shop that was now empty.

‘Okay, that wasn’t so bad.’ You thought, but now there was an uncomfortable silence between the two of you. Deciding to ignore it, you went and grabbed some of Dante’s whiskey, just wanting to take the edge off. Vergil watched you down three glasses of whiskey before he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Why are you so angry with me?” He asked, startling you. The alcohol was already taking effect.

“I’m not angry.” You lied, drinking down more of the whiskey.

“You’ve been avoiding me and now you won’t even look at me. We barely speak unless it is work related. I want this cleared up now.”

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” Vergil stepped towards you, taking the whiskey out of your hands and slamming it down on Dante’s desk. You whirled to face him, anger swelling inside you.

“Give it back.”

“Not until we work this out.”

“I said it was nothing! Just drop it!” You reached for the whiskey, but he held it out of your reach. His free hand gripped your arm and it was like an electric jolt ran through you from his touch.

“Tell me!”

“I’m in love with you, you dumbass!” You shouted at him. Vergil was shocked at your answer, but you weren’t done.

“Yes, I’m in love with you! But I know that you are with Lady and so now I just have to suck it up and deal with it myself. I thought that by pushing you away it would get easier, but it didn’t because I fucking missed you. I missed talking to you. Then I felt even worse because I knew…I knew you would think I’m pathetic and I couldn’t stand that either.” Vergil listened to you. He watched as tears filled your eyes and you turned your face away from his to hide them. Your shoulders shook with the effort to hold back the tears. There it was. All out in the open. Suddenly, you were swept off your feet making your stomach lurch.

“Vergil?” You asked, looking up at the demon that had you in his arms.

“We will continue this conversation after you have slept off your drunkenness.” Vergil replied and took you to his bedroom.

“Do you hate me?” You asked quietly as he lay you down in his bed.

“Go to sleep.”

“You hate me now don’t you?”

“We will talk in the morning.” Vergil said covering you up. He saw the hurt in your eyes and he sighed.

“No, I don’t hate you. Go to sleep.” He said and you nodded. Slowly, you fell asleep as he left the room to sleep on the couch. The next morning, your head was throbbing, but you remembered everything that had happened the night before. As you sat up, you noticed a glass of water left by the bed on the nightstand and drank it. Not wanting to face him, you left the now empty glass on the nightstand and quietly made your way downstairs. Your eyes scanned the main office area, but there was no sign of the blue clad devil. Quickly and quietly, you made a break for the front door.

“And just where do you think you are going?” Came Vergil’s voice from behind you.

“Um…home?” You tried, looking back at him. After last night, you really didn’t want to face him. But considering you were trying to run from a half demon who could open portals, you didn’t have many options of places to hide.

“No. We are finishing this conversation and clearing the air right now.” Vergil said, pointing to the couch. Sighing, you went and sat on the couch, looking anywhere but at him. Both of you were silent, unsure of how to start. Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Vergil, listen. About what I said last night…” You began.

“Lady and I ended our relationship last month.” Vergil interrupted. You snapped your head up to look at him. He had his arms crossed as he leaned against Dante’s desk, his silver eyes focused on you.

“What? Why?” You asked.

“We realized we weren’t compatible relationship-wise and ended it amicably.” Vergil replied.

“Oh. I don’t know what to say.” You said, biting your lower lip.

“There’s nothing to say about it. It’s done, she and I have moved on.” Vergil’s voice was very business-like, as though he were conducting a meeting.

“How did you find out about us?” He asked, looking up at you. As you remembered Valentine’s Day, your heart ached and you looked down at your lap.

“I was going to confess my feelings for you on Valentine’s Day and I saw you and Lady together.” You answered.

“I wondered why I didn’t see you at the party Dante threw.” Both of you fell silent and you wanted to ask him how he felt about you since your feelings were all out in the open, but his continued silence was making that hope fade.

“So what do we do now?” You asked finally. Vergil was quiet a moment.

“Last night you said you missed me. You missed my companionship. The truth is, I’ve missed you as well. After you started to avoid me, I realized how much I enjoyed our talks. Enjoyed spending time with you.” Vergil looked up at you as your heart began to pound hard in your chest.

“I missed your smile and your laugh. I missed the way your eyes lit up as you discussed your favorite poems. Despite how vulgar I find the word, I fucking missed you, too.” Your eyes widened at his words. Vergil never swore unless he truly felt it was appropriate for the situation. You had been so caught up with your own feelings, you hadn’t even considered his.

“(Y/N).” Vergil said and moved so he sat on the coffee table before you.

“When you told me last night that you loved me, did you truly mean it?” He asked.

“Of course I did. Even though I was slightly drunk I meant it.” You answered. Vergil nodded and gently took your hands in his.

“I love you too. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize it.” He said, gazing into your eyes. Gently, he leaned forward and touched his lips against yours. The moment your lips met, it felt as though fireworks burst in your chest. The months of heartache seemed like a distant memory now as you felt warmth flood through you. When he pulled away, you smiled as your foreheads touched.

“The reason I was being secretive with Lady was because I didn’t want Dante to know. I didn’t want to put up with his teasing. May we keep this a secret from him too?” Vergil asked. You knew how Dante’s teasing infuriated Vergil and he despised showing any weakness to his brother. Unable to help yourself, you giggled and nodded.

“That’s fine.” You said. Whatever Vergil had planned to say next was lost when the front door burst open.

“ABOUT DAMN TIME YOU TWO GOT TOGETHER!” Dante shouted making you blush as Vergil rose to his feet, Yamato in hand.

“You were listening?!” You asked.

“Of course I was! I’ve been hanging around outside my shop since you two got back! I’m lucky someone didn’t think I was a bum!” Dante protested.

“You’re an idiot.” You said flatly.

“But this is great! You two are perfect for each other! Vergil so help me if you hurt them I will kick your ass!” Dante said pointing at his brother.

“Dante?” Vergil asked.

“Yeah?”

“Start running.” Vergil flicked open the Yamato and you giggled as Dante took off with Vergil hot on his heels.

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garbagegrimoire · 4 years

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podcast notes week 1

Here are the notes I had going into the podcast recording for week 1.

There are some spoilers in here & all of the doodle/synopsis posts have not yet dropped but the episode is recorded & here we gooooo...

Train to Busan

Starting out strong with a zombley deert (to speak in cursed rickyisms).

Giving his kid some yuppie bullshit talk & almost gets them clobbered in traffic, great dad.

Damn that escalated quickly. Why did it take so long for the first lady to turn but the others are like instantaneous?

The shots, effects, & choreography in this movie are crazy!

The grandma has lucid moments before changing which seems more than what the passengers got. & she used them to break hearts.

Ohhh he's a “fund manager,” ofc he's a dick.

Watching a zombie movie during a pandemic hits different.

I like that the bad ass in this movie is a soon to be dad with a dad bod & he's also a boomer who doesn't know how to change his ringtone.

Okay, they’re officially fit daddy & dad bod.

Okay legit tears at dad bod sacrificing himself even though I knew it was coming.

LOL young capitalist bastard fighting old capitalist bastard

This is capitalism & I hate it. OFC the motherfucker willing to screw over everyone else even if he doesn't need to prevails nearly to the end.

We need a zombie killing axe... Oh wait, nevermind, a shoe is good too.

Oh wow, that shit is poignant. The most ruthless capitalist of the group having a mama moment before he changes.

I'm sitting here yelling, get his nards, fit daddy! Do the nuts still have any effect?

Oh shit, fit daddy is infected. Human bites are gross.

This sucks, I hate it. :(

OH FUCK WHY DO THEY MAKE IT WORSE OMG!

& worse.

I didn't want to cry this much, not fair.

Re-Animator

Ooh, my German 101 skills are tingling.

Chaos nerd is everything in this scene. You wondrous ball of absolute cheese.

The security guard saying "Nobody wants in & ain't nobody getting out" is the Chekov's gun of this movie.

Fuckin’ nerd talk. Do either of you even lift? Why don't you duke this out in a tables, ladders, & chairs match?

I don't feel great about that transition between her playfully saying "no" & them full plowing. Greeeeeassy.

I'm with the cat on this one — scratch him!

"The world's last living puritan." LOL, come to eastern Washington tho.

How in the world is this lady's creep radar going off w nerdboy but not with the creepy old man trying to bang her?

They did a few things really well with this cat thing. Because usually I could not DEAL with violence against a pet. First the dead cat doesn't look anywhere near realistic, nonetheless once it's reanimated. Also, there's no like huge emotional connection between the character & the cat because the only experience the viewer has with it prior to it dying is it scratching his back after he's done banging, which I mean, solid choice there kitty.

"Because it's maaaad?" Best line in this mf movie.

I like how quick Halsey turns on nerdboy who he was stoked on like two days later. All because he insulted the creepy old man?

"Here's your meatball!" Writers were A+ obv.

"I know you're all by yourself now." Ew no. Again, she reacts to something other than the creepy old guy trying to bang her. PLEASE REACT, maybe punch him in the face or move to a different state without notifying anyone.

I’m dying, it looks like he's dribbling cherry applesauce out of his mouth.

This is the corniest, dumbest break up scene I've ever watched.

So once they're lobotomized they have like a mind link with the old guy head? Alright...?

Okay so we've arrive. This scene is fucking pure unadulterated cringe & makes me feel like I need to take several showers & drink bleach.

"Get a job & a sideshow." This entire movie is this nerd & that's what I'm here for.

How is there this seemingly endless supply of this green ooze? Also this reminds me of TMNT.

LOL the murderous colon strikes.

I'm very confused on the rules of what stays alive & how. Like the hand is still twitching but the guy in the hallway is dead?

Nothing gore-wise has bothered me so far but the chest compression sound is gross.

This guy is the worst. If he loved her he'd let her die.

Plan 9 From Outer Space

"Future events such as these will affect you in the future." You don’t say, friend.

Hillabilly gravediggers saying "sorta spooky like" is the mood here.

The scream is so good.

A conspiracy theorist manifesto delivered on a suburban patio made entirely out of wicker.

The walking dead in this movie are so much more chill than the last two, just saying. Like if you're going to kill me, fine, but be chill about it.

"The earth people who can think are so frightened by those who cannot — the dead." Truuuuuuu. Thinking sucks, bro.

The pillow talk is all kinds of weird.

Hey, I know you're worried too, but because you're a child that can't care for herself, make sure you lock the doors because that's something a feeble woman wouldn't remember to do.

"You are on the verge of destroying the entire universe." Ooof this hits different now.

Yeah, it's old timey & corny but there are some seriously artsy scenes in this. I love the glowing trees.

Vampira is aesthetic goals if: I was more feminine, if I gave a fuck, if anyone ever looked at me, lol.

If some big dead dude was coming for you why in the hell would you just stand there or sit there & scream? Like these are the easiest monsters to escape from, you all are so gd slow.

That's it, I'm dressing up as one of these aliens for Halloween. All I need is some black pants, a belt, & a shiny purple shirt.

LOL little green men. Shoot first, ask questions later. Get all the tropes in there buck-o.

I just realized the dude alien is called Eros & I'm laughing. Total heartthrob. "You're always right, Eros." Fucking yuuuck. Miss me with all of this.

Holy trigger happy.

Explode the actual particles of sunlight. LOL, OMG "STRONGER NATION THAN NOW." These fucking nationalist trashbags.

Yes, of course aliens are religious too. & the're sexists. OH MY GOD IM GOING TO THROW THE MONITOR OUT THE WINDOW STAHP!

This was so much. I mean it's the old humans are dumb, violent animals & need to be gently led or annihilated. Okay, that can be true. But the aliens here needed to FOAD too.

Dead Birds

Is Mark Boone Jr in everything & will he die early? (yes)

Very aesthetic theme

Bank manager's whiskers are on point.

The fuck? Oooh racist, niiiiice. I hate everyone all the time.

Yup this is how bank robbers would behave, wanting to kill of members of the gang to get a bigger share.

Gross, just listening into their friends banging, being creepy.

Is it turning into a bear? (Ohhh, the footprints)

Okay one of these dudes actually has something like a conscience, good to know, still hate him.

54 minutes in & I'm getting real bored.

Good jump scare w the little girl.

Okay the lady in the barn was too much for me. Gore was too much.

"There are worse things than dying" Best line.

Okay first I was like "that's not vomit, it's too white" & then I realized she'd been in bed with her dude earlier & yelled "ew, is she puking cum?" at my computer because that's where my dumpster fire of a brain goes.

Poor horses :(

He just disappeared? TF?

Nah, I’m not feeling this.

#sage31days

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