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babybluebex · 3 years

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good doctor kreizler ch.5: evil begets good

summary | part 5 of good doctor kreizler // safely back in your husband's arms, you try to piece together your lost days, and find a way to come to terms with both what happened to you and what laszlo did. pairing | laszlo kreizler (the alienist, 2018-) x female!reader (y/n) word count | 3.4k warnings | MAJOR HURT/COMFORT BESTIES, references to torture, graphic descriptions of bodily harm, mentions of death/murder, vague reference to infant death, trauma regarding pregnancy/birth, aftermath of kidnapping author's note | IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER TO COME OUT OMG but she's here now lmao enjoy!!

(gif cred to @lindir)

You heard voices. Deep, rumbling things, burrowing far into your chest. You could hardly understand what they were saying, but you recognized the sound of your own name. They were speaking quietly and muffled, almost like whoever was speaking was doing it in order not to wake you up. Was it just dark wherever you were, or were your eyes even open? You truly didn’t know. You couldn’t gauge anything around you. No sights nor smells nor feelings clued you into anything presently, and your limbs felt too heavy to be real. Were you even alive? You tried to recall the past hours (had it been merely hours? Days, maybe? Weeks, even?), but there was nothing. You could recall your son, Friedrich Wolfgang, little Freddie Wolf, as you called him in your thoughts, being put in your arms, and the burning hot adoration that grew in your chest at the sight of your son. Was Friedrich okay? Was he hurt? Was he even alive? You wondered if perhaps you had died from puerperal fever, and this was your purgatory, never really knowing what became of your son or your husband—

Husband. Laszlo. Was he alive? Surely, whatever had claimed you couldn’t have claimed Laszlo. He was stronger than you, in will and mind and body, he wasn’t the type to let a paltry illness bring him to his end. So what had happened to him? Maybe you were hearing him from behind the veil of death, as a ghost that was bound to the house where you had died. You wanted to call out his name. You wanted to scream and cry and wail, you wanted to see him. But your mouth was heavy. Your lips were made of lead, and you tried to make a noise in your throat to tell your visitors that you were there.

Then, one of the deep voices swam into your ear, watery and thin. “She’s awake,” he said.

“Is she?” a deep, accented voice asked, and your heart leaped. Laszlo! He was speaking! “How can you tell?”

“She made a noise,” the first voice said. “Y/N? Are you waking up?”

You started again, trying in vain to speak, and you felt a warm and rough hand on your cheek. You could recognize your husband’s touch anywhere, and your skin warmed at his contact. Finally, with a force that exhausted you, your lips parted. When you spoke, though, you didn’t ask after Laslzo. You didn’t ask after John Schulyer Moore or Sara Howard or even yourself: “My baby.”

And then, your eyes opened. Your eyelids felt like they were sewed shut and opening them took more effort than anything previously, and you squinted in the brightness of the room. You were in your bedroom, curled up in your husband’s soft blankets. The windows were shut and the curtains drawn, only a single candle giving any sort of light. In the light, you saw John Schulyer Moore sitting at the foot of your bed. He was in an inappropriate state of undress, only his pants, suspenders, and stained undershirt. His hair was limp on his forehead, his blue eyes tired, and he sucked at his pipe for a moment as he watched you like a hawk. His skin was glistening in the candlelight, sweat of some kind. Your gaze left John, and instead turned to the man sitting beside you on the soft mattress. You had never, ever seen Laszlo look so broken. He had bruises littering his face and neck and arms, his left eye shaded with a bruise. His thick mustache was coated with blood, his nose stained with it. His strong hand was on your cheek, but you could see, on his exposed, injured wing, that his knuckles were bloody and pink and raw; you could only imagine why his right hand looked like that and, if his lame arm was injured, what did his left hand look like? What had become of your good doctor, your dearest husband?

“Laszlo,” you whimpered. Your throat was dry, and every word felt like it would make blood bloom from the back of your throat. “My baby. Where’s my baby?”

“Calm down, my beloved,” Laszlo told you, shushing you softly. His lips were stained red as well, and you knew that the stain was blood.

You started to cry. You just did not understand what was happening. Why were you so tired? Why did John and Laszlo look so beleaguered? What had happened to you? Quickly, Laszlo shook his head and stepped away, and you heard him mumble, “I can’t, I just can’t—”

“Where’s Freddie?” you whimpered. “Laszlo, where’s our baby? Is he safe?”

“He’s safe,” John said swiftly, answering for your husband. “He’s asleep in his nursery, Sara is watching over him. Let’s focus on you, though, are you okay?”

“What happened to you, Las?” you asked, reaching out for your husband. As you moved your hand, though, you found your hand swaddled in gauze, and even the sight of it made pain shoot up your arm.

“To me?” Laszlo scoffed, wiping at his forehead with a stained handkerchief. “Oh, my beloved, you should be concerned with yourself. Are you in pain?”

You couldn’t hide it anymore, especially not from Laszlo. Doctoral degree or not, he was your husband, and it was no use trying to hide anything from him. “Yes,” you whispered. “Oh, sweetheart, what happened to us?” Tears dripped from your eyelashes as you tried to grab your husband’s arm, but the pain in your fingers was too great. You couldn’t even bring yourself to grasp his hand. “Laszlo, what happened?”

Laszlo shushed you and settled on the edge of the bed, and he sighed with the weight whatever had befallen you. “This is not easy for me,” he started quietly. “I… I let this happen to you. I’m a dreadful husband, I’m afraid. But… Several nights ago, you gave birth to our son. He’s a beautiful little thing, so full of life and curiosity. But we left you alone for just a moment, and… He came. The same man who had been committing our murders. He saw you as some twisted version of Mother Mary; and by extension, he saw our son as the Messiah, a savior. But Beecham wasn’t interested in Freddie. He… You were abducted, my beloved, right from under our noses.”

“Were you taken as well?” you asked. Laszlo’s words swam around in your head, never really sticking, but present enough for you to understand. Beecham abducted you. Who was Beecham? Laszlo spoke as if you should know who that was.

“No,” Laszlo said, and he sucked in air through his teeth. “My injuries are from getting you home, I’m afraid. Yesterday morning, we were able to locate Beecham to the Croton Reservoir, just outside of town. When we arrived, John armed himself with a gun, and we scoured the dark passageways… I was the one to find you. It’s a sight I’m afraid I’ll never forget.”

“Tell me,” you said firmly. Your chest burned and your throat was weeping in pain, but you had to know what Laszlo saw. “Laszlo, what did you see?”

Your husband’s dark eyes drifted down to his lap, and he sighed again. “I saw you,” he started softly. “Laying on the concrete floor… Your skin had more bruises than it had clean spots. You were naked, and you were… Covered in blood. It had dried in your hair, coated your entire body. You weren’t moving, and I… Fuck. I became angry. Angry at myself for failing you, angry at Beecham for-for killing you, angry at the universe and whatever demented God would tear a mother away from her man and child. I could only see red.”

You took a steadying breath, and you didn’t even bother asking Laszlo in what ways you were hurt before you were lifting the sheet and blankets to view your body. John jumped up, as if to stop you, and Laszlo jolted and gave a quick “Y/N, no—”, but it was too late.

Your body was destroyed. Your skin was still stained with blood, tinged pink with it. Your breasts were carved to pieces, your nipples all but nonexistent. Even looking at it made pain rocket through the injury. You moved your sight downwards, to four cuts on your abdomen that resembled the cuts on that poor boy’s body from so long ago, like the cuts on your mother’s body. It did not take your husband’s intellect for you to know that Beecham had destroyed you from the inside. Your tears started to fall, but you kept looking. Your legs were slashed, every inch covered in puffy cuts; you knew that Laszlo had cleaned your injuries, but the sight of them still hurt your heart. Your arms were the next significant victims: your wrists were bound in thick gauze, and you couldn’t flex them; likely, there were wooden splints in the gauze. Broken wrists, no doubt. Each finger was wrapped in gauze, a few dotted with brown blood, and you struggled to unwind the fabric. You expected Laszlo to try to stop you, but instead he carefully took your hand in his grasp and slowly undid the bloodied fabric from your fingers. Your fingertips were massacred, no nail in sight on any of them. All that lay there for you was sensitive and raw skin.

“Beecham hurt you in every way that would inhibit you being a mother,” Laszlo whispered. His grip was gentle as he rebandaged your fingers, and he held your hand in his lap when he was done. “You can’t breastfeed. You can’t hold him. You... “ Laszlo sighed and squeezed his eyes shut, and a tear slipped out from his eyelashes. “He had gone in and mutilated your womb. When I got you home, I tried everything I could to save it, but… His lack of expertise did the job he intended. My beloved, I… I’m afraid that Freddie is the last child you’ll be able to give me.”

“Laszlo,” you whispered. “Oh, God, Laszlo. What do we do? We-We have to tell Teddy, he’ll send someone to find Beecham and arrest him!”

“Jail’s too good for him,” Laszlo said quickly. “Living is too rich for him. You didn’t let me finish earlier… I was angry, and I was confused, and I was hurt, and as I was weeping over what I thought was your corpse, Beecham revealed himself. I didn’t even let him speak before I was on him… For the second time in my life, I couldn’t control my own actions. I just… Did. I beat him until he was on the floor, and I kept on. I kept on until he was coughing blood, until he was begging like a coward for his life, but I didn’t stop. I didn’t stop until John got me around the middle and pulled me away, and all I remember is John yelling ‘You killed him, you killed him’... And that I did. That man was dead. When Teddy asked me about it, I told him that he was attacking me — which was true, he did fight back, but he eventually stopped while I didn’t— and I killed him out of self-defense.”

“Laszlo,” you whispered, hushed and terrified and so awed. Your husband, your gentle Laszlo, had killed someone? “You killed that man? Why? To-To avenge me?”

“No,” Laszlo said. “I wasn’t trying to avenge you. I was just angry. I-I have never reacted like that before, and it scares me that I did react like that. Just with unimaginable violence… But John pulled me away, and I noticed that you were stirring. So I covered you in my coat and brought you home, and… You’ve been here ever since.”

“How long have I been in this bed?” you asked.

Laszlo ran his tongue along his lips, and he said, “Several days. It’s the second of January now.”

Your sobs escaped your body painfully, and you folded up on yourself. Distantly, through your tears, you were aware of Laszlo ushering John out of the room, and quickly, you were enveloped in your husband’s warmth. His arms were tight around you, but not suffocating, and you turned to your side to bury your face in Laszlo’s warm chest. This was your husband, the man you loved and cared for. He smelled like himself, a little spicy but warm and comfortable, and his soft chest was better than any pillow on the bed. Your arms went around him as you swallowed back your painful whimpers, and you sighed heavily into him.

Laszlo moved a little slowly as he began to undress himself. He still wore his long-sleeved shirt, although the cuffs were unsecured and his stiff collar was nowhere to be seen, no waistcoat of any sort, with his suspenders hanging at his waist. His pants were his usual affair, sagging a bit with the suspenders, and you were shocked to see no socks or shoes at all. Laszlo never went barefoot in the house, always choosing some sort of slipper option. You helped him undress where you could, pushing his shirt off and his pants down, and Laszlo slipped underneath the covers once he was nude. His soft and warm body pressed against yours, his thick arms encircling you, and, with his split and bruised lip, he laid a soft kiss in your hair. “Nobody’s ever going to hurt you again,” he whispered. His voice was thick and his accent was heavy, and he pressed his mouth onto your head. Your face nuzzled deep into his chest, and you felt a little at ease feeling his soft chest hair against your cheek. Things were getting back to normal, even if it was by incremental amounts. You were in your husband’s safe arms once more, your cheek on his chest, his mouth on your head. It felt almost like the night you got married, the way Laszlo had made love to you and held you until you fell asleep. At the very least, you considered, there was no doubt that he loved you. Laszlo had killed your attacker; that was the deepest form of love that you could concoct.

“I bought you a Christmas present,” you started softly. “I meant to give it to you, but… I-It’s in the bottom drawer of my dresser, under my stockings.”

“My beloved,” Laszlo sighed. “I thought you said we weren’t doing presents.”

“I did,” you sighed, and you nuzzled your chin into Laszlo’s chest. “But I was going to surprise you.”

Laszlo took a deep breath and cleared his throat, and he moved from your embrace. Out of bed, he went over to the dresser, and he tugged open the drawer and extracted the small leather book. Laszlo gave you a curious look, and came back to nestle underneath the covers as he unwound the ribbon from the book and opened it. His eyes searched the first page for a moment, then he carefully read, “‘You and your work are an inspiration, Dr. Kreizler. I hope to write things like what you have seen. If you ever find yourself in Boston, drop by; I’d love to share a brandy and see what curiosities I can pick from your mind. Edgar A. Poe.’ Dearest… You got me a collection of Poe? I didn’t think you knew I read his work.”

“You get a Boston newspaper delivered to the house,” you began. “I got curious and scanned an issue, and I saw something that that Poe fellow had written, and I figured that was what you were after.”

“What would I ever do without you?” Laszlo whispered. He set the book aside and carefully hugged you, tugging you on top of him and between his legs to allow you to rub your cheek against his skin. “I love you so, so much.”

“I love you too,” you whispered. “Wh-Where’s Freddie?”

“In his nursery,” Laszlo whispered, brushing your hair flat. “Would you like me to fetch him?”

“Please,” you said softly. “I need to see my little boy.”

Laszlo nodded in agreement, and he slipped from bed once more. This time, though, he wrapped his dark robe around himself and tugged on a pair of silken pajama pants, and you watched his bare foot move about as he opened the bedroom door and left for only a moment.

The silence was terrifyingly loud to you, but thankfully you only had to hear it for a moment before a soft coo came to your ears. You adjusted your gaze up from the window and your beautiful silk curtains to see Laszlo standing in the doorway, carrying Freddie like a little loaf of bread in the crook of his good arm. The little thing was nestled up in a blanket, the one that Lucius had knitted for him, and his eyes were like that of a doe. He looked like his father and seemed curious, just like Laslzo as well. Your instincts made you reach for him, but the dull throb of your broken wrists made you recoil. Laszlo seemed to be one step ahead of you, though, because he settled himself on the edge of the bed and unfurled your tiny little boy from his woolen swaddle. His soft skin was warm against yours as Laszlo settled Freddie on his tummy on top of your chest, and your son gave an odd squeal, almost like that of appreciation. Then, you realized: for the first time in his life, he was laying on his mother’s breast. He was hardly a week old, and was finally getting the contact he needed and wanted. You tilted your head as you watched Freddie’s little movements, adjusting to you and your body, and your chest warmed when the bitty baby gave what you could only call a contented sigh. He was home.

“He cried a little at first,” Laszlo whispered. “A newborn separated from his mother, you know. But I had him on my chest one night, trying to get any kind of skin-to-skin contact… Contact with the father is not as vital as that of the mother, but in a mother’s absence… But he’s got a personality, I’ll say that. He loves bathtime and will fall asleep when you’re washing his hair. He likes to listen to Cyrus play the piano but absolutely despises anything Mozart wrote, almost like it’s an innate instinct inside him; Cyrus tried to play Piano Concerto No.20 last night, and Freddie fussed up a storm, and…” Laszlo paused to laugh and scratch at his eyebrow, in a pleased yet confused fashion. “And the little bastard would not stop farting until Cyrus stopped.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at Laszlo’s words, and you placed a kiss on Freddie’s forehead. “You don’t care for Mozart?” you asked him. “Well, that will break your father’s heart in two, my love. But perhaps it’s best, now Papa will stop playing Mozart on the gramophone every night.”

Laszlo shrugged. “Maybe it’s time to listen to a little Debussy,” he said. “I’ve spent much of my life listening to Mozart.”

“Debussy would be nice,” you said softly. “Maybe we could play Clair de Lune for Freddie at night. Would you like that, little boy? Some nice Clair de Lune? That’s one of Mommy’s favorites.”

“Clair de Lune it is,” Laszlo said with a nod, and Freddie gave a well-timed coo, as if to say, Yes, Clair de Lune is a good choice. Laszlo looked upon his son with such reverence, but turned his attention back to you in a second. “I am so in love with you, Mrs. Kreizler.”

“I’m glad I’m home,” you whispered. You glanced up at your husband to find his dark eyes glossy again, and you whispered, “Kiss me, Laszlo Kreizler.”

It seemed like your good doctor had been holding himself back, because he closed the gap between you in an instant. His healing lip tasted a little bit like blood and his ungroomed facial hair stung your cheeks a little, but it was home. The house in New York City was not home, nor was the bed you laid in. Laszlo was your home. It did not seem to matter when or where he was; wherever Laszlo was, that’s where you were. His big hand held your face as he kissed you, and when he parted, it felt like he was tearing himself apart from some cosmic force. “I love you,” he whispered. “My most beloved. You’re so strong. I’m so proud of you.”

You smiled and gave him another quick kiss, and you whispered, “Abduction… Torture… You’ll have to try harder to get rid of me, Las.”

And then, Laszlo Kreizler laughed. “There’s my best girl.”

#laszlo kreizler #the alienist #dr laszlo kreizler #daniel bruhl #daniel bruhl x reader #daniel brühl #daniel brühl x reader #laslzo kreizler angst #daniel bruhl angst #daniel brühl angst

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05aaphrodite · 3 years

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I can't let you escape, not even to your own world

Pairings:Yandere! Venti x reader

Warnings:4th wall breaking,Slight crack fic,Reader death

(Plz don't let my friends see this lmao)

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I chug all of my soda then slam it on the table "Aight, let's go farm for Venti's talent mats" I grabbed my controller then push the left joystick forward, after all of these grinding... I finally manage to get him on his rerun, I was skeptical that he would come home but surprisingly, I did a single pull then I got him, I'm grateful that I got my dream team, Xiao,Diluc,Venti,Bennett I will be saving for a Klee rerun.

My phone beeped a notification, I peek at it and it's my friend gc, I put down my controller then grab my phone

(A/n: Btw, the gc is based of my friend gc lol)

❀Genshin Gang❀

Diluc's hairtie

Y'ALL GUESS WHAT??

Albedo simp

OMGGGGGG CONGRATS BHIEEE

E_supremacy

CONGRATSSSSS

Xiao come home plz

I TOLD YA, YOU WILL GET HIM

Ventea

Hope all😭😭

VENTI CAME HOME

BROOOO CONGRATS OMG

ZHONGLI COME HOME

JK JK CONGRATS TOO

Diluc's hairtie

I was losing hope until I wished one more time😭

ZHONGLI COME HOME

CONGRATSSSS AGAIN, AND TO Y/N, BOTH OF YOU GOT VENTI

VENTI CAME HOME

THANKS PALL

E_supremacy

Now my Zhongli is happy :D

Diluc's hairtie

YESSES

A smile plastered on my face, I'm so happy for them! My attention was stolen when Venti decides to say his idle line "Come on Traveler, let's go! The world is full of lost ballads just waiting to be rediscovered." I put my phone down then grab my controller again "Ok ok, I will pay attention to you now" I chuckled humorously "Good! Just don't make me murder your friends."

The moment he said that line, my thumb suddenly stopped pushing the joystick, did he just..... did I just heard that right? Murder... your friends? What does he mean by that? Someone never mentioned this voiceline of his, I should check the character icon. I clicked on the character icon then proceed to his voicelines, I checked every details but I can't seem to find it, maybe it's a bug? The fact that I was talking to my friends.... maybe Mihoyo intended it?

I shrugged my shoulders then continue to the domain to farm for talent materials. After countless of grinding, I started to have fun with his wind current while harassing random hilichurls for fun, I made him sat at the Barbatos statue "You finally came home..." I smiled as I touch the screen, Venti looked at the camera then smiled "That's so cute! He smiles when he looks at at camera!" I awed, I continue to fawn over him.

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I woke up by the sound of my ps4 opening, the bright light illuminated my body, and to my surprise, my ps4 opened by itself "What the fuck?" I stood up from the bed then went to investigate it. The creepiest thing is that Venti is the only one in my party, and he is sitting at barbatos' hands, and then I remembered the hacked accounts in genshin, this could be a sign..

I hurriedly grab my controller then check my characters, all of them were Venti! I can't find a single character other than him! What's going on!? I check my weapons but they are okay, I checked my profile and nothing changed but my icon was set to Venti, i checked my primogems and fate but nothing changed, in fear of getting hacked, I contacted Mihoyo for customer support, I can't lose Xiao, I whaled for him! I restarted my ps4 then go back to sleep, in hopes that it will be resolved next morning.

I rubbed my eyes then stretch my arms wide, I look at my ps4 then my phone, I grab my phone then text on the gc

❀Genshin Gang❀

VENTI CAME HOME

Guyssss, something weird happened yesterday

ZHONGLI COME HOME

Why?

VENTI CAME HOME

My ps4 opened by itself and Venti was the only one in my party, I tried to change my party set back to normal but all of them were Venti

Albedo simp

Welp, sounds like a bug

But hey, freemogems :D

VENTI CAME HOME

My weapons and primogems were untouched but the weird thing is that my character icon is set to Venti, but I didn't change it

This is like a Ddlc reference lmaooo

Xiao come home plz

Aight, time to report to Mihoyo for free 600 primogems

E_supremacy

Be careful, maybe you're getting hacked? You should change your password incase

VENTI CAME HOME

Yep bro, I will change it

I put my phone down then open my ps4, I prayed to myself that everything is back to normal. Happiness washed over me when I saw that my original party is deployed "must've been a crazy bug.." I chuckled, I change my icon back to Xiao then continue with the grinding "Ooohhh timmie's birds" I smirked, I switched to Xiao then climb the nearest cliff, I glide then plunge on the birds "Free fowls!!" I exclaimed then claim the fowls, my character suddenly switched back to Venti, I didn't even press anything other than claim fowls "You know I'm getting impatient.." Venti said, again this was not even in his voice lines, then I notice that something is odd with my venti, he kept saying weird lines everytime my attention is drifted to somewhere else, could it be Mihoyo's doings? I hope so, I don't want a ddlc fiasco again.

After farming for his ascension materials, I quit genshin then read some fanfictions in Tumblr, I came across a Kaeya fanfic then proceed to read the contents. All of a sudden, my ps4's screen started to distort, my eyes widened at the sight of it, then a bright light surrounded me, making my head dizzy

"Traveler, you're awake" I woke up to a familiar voice reaching my ears, I blinked my eyes slowly to realize that I'm not in my room, where am I? My jaw dropped when the person I saw in my eyes is none other Venti, this is impossible! He's not real! "Venti...?" I tilt my head in confusion, there's no way this is real.... this must be a dream! The bard showed a genuine smile before putting down his lyre "I'm happy that you pulled for me, I will go crazy if you pulled for him instead, hehe." Venti had a patronizing smile after that, my eyes widened as I sat up "Venti? There's no way that you're real!" I said, feeling my empty pockets, Venti sighed as he stood up, he had his lyre in his hand "Come on Traveler, let's go celebrate the windblume festival." the God reached out his hand, I was reluctant to respond to his offer, he seems a bit suspicious to me, considering my ps4 sucked me in Teyvat. Not to mention, he said these weird lines when I was communicating with my friends, and my controller would move on its own when I'm playing another character "What are you waiting for?" A smile was om his lips, I took his hand then stood up "Ok, let's go." Venti giggled as he led me in Mondstadt, I gaze behind to see the Vennessa tree.

No way.... all of this seemed real... the designs.... the npcs.... all of them are accurate! The only difference is that I don't see control menu "Isn't it beautiful? Traveler?" Venti turned to me, I nodded with hesitant. As my eyes scanned the whole city, Fischl and Bennett were talking to each other, Kaeya,Rosaria, and Diluc at the same table, although Diluc seems poker faced, Barbara was performing for the crowd, Jean and Lisa are eating together, Albedo,Sucrose, and Timaeus are experimenting,Amber is seen gliding, everything seemed lively more than the actual game.... "Come on Traveler!" The bard took my hand without giving me time to consent.

The rustling sounds of the leaves snap me back to reality, it still feels like a dream, did Mihoyo said something about this? The atmosphere is so lively and different "Uh oh woahhh!! Watch out!" Amber then crashed into Noelle, I giggled slightly then turn to the bard who was playing the lyre for a small crowd, as the sweet melodious tone halt to stop, the crowd clapped their hands, I smiled a little bit as I made my way towards him "Did you like it?" Venti inquired, I nodded then smiled, the bard chuckled as he took my hand then led me somewhere.

I realized we were getting far away from the festival, perturbation washed over me "Venti.... where are we going?" sweat dropped on my temples, Venti looked at me with a menacing smile "Somewhere..."

He led me to starsnatch cliff, the breeze of the wind soothes my nostrils, I can't believe all of these are real.... Venti picked a Cecilia flower then hand it to me, I narrowed my eyes "Are you really.... real?" I gaze at his eyes

"I'm aware that all of us are just video game characters, that's why I'm a God"

My eyes widened as he said that, he tucked the cecilia behind my ear "Y/n, will you stay here forever..?" The bard took both of my hands, his puppy eyes gleaming, I do want to visit Genshin.... but that does not mean I will abandon my world

"Venti.... I have my friends and family there..." I said, I averted my gaze to the floor, his grip on me got tighter "Y/n, your world does not need you" his tone was a mix of devastate and anger "All you need is me, you belong here"

My eyebrows furrowed, what does he mean by that!? "No! I can't just leave everyone! My friends care about me!" I screamed in frustration. He then uses his anemo powers on me that sent me flying through the air "Arghh! Let me go!!" I desperately try to break free

"Don't you see that I love you? I don't like it when you control me everyday" Venti was feigning sadness on his tone

"Because you're never real!" I retorted back, a grin was marked on his face "I ever regret pulling for you!" I yelled. The bard went closer then cup my cheeks "So? You already got me, you did this to yourself" then his hands swayed, causing me to fall of the cliff, my life flashed before me, this is it....

"May your soul rest in this game"

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aitarose · 3 years

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HAIKYUU STOLEN WEDDING MOMENTS

iwaizumi hajime, miya osamu, akaashi keiji

notes: i binged a whole ass netflix show this morning and was like ‘omg i should probably write something today’ and for some reason i was in a wedding mood so here this is! i love all of these men and omg these are so cute like I WANT THIS AJDSKL

IWAIZUMI HAJIME would be the guy that’d walk down the aisle, hand-in-hand with the little flower girl—leading her through the crowd and helping her toss pink and red rose petals across the scattered floor, encouraging her to smile and wave to your friends and family—you getting a little peak at the sight from around the corner, confirming your suspicions that you were marrying the greatest man in the entire world.

there was a sense of joy at the sight of him, a feeling that always seemed to arise in your heart whenever hajime was around. that warmth and security that he managed to bring in times of stress of nerves—just as you were feeling now, being miraculously calmed at the sound of his laugh, look of light in his eyes, radiating love pouring from his heart.

he was an amazing man, one who continuously lived in another’s shadow, yet had such a great mind of his own—a mind that you had never failed to appreciate and care for. seeing him now, holding the dainty hand of your little sister, beaming at her as she giggled with large roses tucked in the braids of her hair—you’d never been more certain that this was the best decision of your entire life—marrying him.

a feeling of pride came over you, secretly watching whilst he lifted her off of her feet, resting her bum on his hip and laughing loudly as she dumped the remainder of the petals on his head rather than the wooden floor. though you couldn’t hear what he’d said, there was no doubt that he was happy, that he didn’t mind the fact that there were sparse leaves stuck to his suit or seeds in his hair—nothing could erase the presence of completeness he’d come to know, all thanks to you.

straightening the fabric of your wedding attire, you took a deep breath, hearing the cue of the music you’d chosen together—signifying that it was your time to meet him at the end of the aisle, at the end of the line between for now and forever. as you bit your lips, taking your very first step into the eyes of the people, hajime’s eyes met yours. there was no fear in his gaze, no troubles or worries, just pure love and certainty.

as your feet moved beneath you, autonomously walking past the awed crowd, stepping on top of the surviving petals, his stare never left yours—ensuring that everything would be alright, that this forever would be perfect as long as you were together. taking your hands in his, listening as the officiant began to speak their lines, a faint smile grew beneath his tear-filled eyes, three heavy words flowing from his tongue—”i love you”.

MIYA OSAMU would be the perfect groom, the whole day going swimmingly from start to finish, nothing out of place or setting—only to end up sticking a piece of his own cake into your face, covering your nose in frosting and laughing at the shock in your expression, later getting some payback of his own in the form of a two-person food fight—attire aside and conformities lifted, just love in the form of good and old fashioned fun.

with the cool, silver handle of the knife within your palms, osamu’s grip above your own, resting over your skin like a guard, you sliced downwards, successfully cutting the first piece of your wedding cake—the first piece of the cake he’d slaved away for hours on, making sure that it was perfect, perfect enough to be deserving of you.

taking each of your individual forks from the tablecloth beneath you, you held up the utensil, turning to your newly wedded husband whilst he surprisingly pushed the plate upwards and into your face—the cold, wet feeling of moist cake covering your skin, dapping your nose, and sweetening your lips.

“‘samu!” you gasped, the white buttercream sticking to your makeup, smearing as he grabbed the sides of your face and pressed a deep kiss to your lips—the icing getting on him as well. “‘samu your face!” laughter bubbled from your throat at the sight of the mess he’d made, the clown like look covering his cheeks and jaw—somehow still managing to look like the most handsome man you’d ever laid your eyes on.

“you look ridiculous.” you mumbled against his mouth, pulling away to wipe a little bit of frosting from under his nose, kissing the tip of it gently. he grinned, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as the guest began to head towards the remaining cake—finding your act of affection somewhat normal in retrospect to your relationship.

osamu snuggled you into his body, resting his head atop yours as you admired the loving crowd that had gathered for your special day. sighing deeply, glancing over at you and kissing your forehead with love and meaning, he whispered in your ear—lips brushing against your skin, sending shivers down your back. “—and you look beautiful.”

AKAASHI KEIJI and you would plan to have a first look, a little sneak peak at each other’s attire before the actual ceremony—only to have bokuto show up instead, wearing a makeshift wedding dress and covering his eyes as a surprise—having a good laugh with his best friend, before you turn the corner wearing your beauty proudly, rendering him speechless and love in the love of it all.

“i’m counting down from three, alright?” keiji called out, hearing the sounds of shuffling behind his ear, heart beating fast knowing that you were only inches away from him on one of the most important days in his entire life. “on three we both turn around, and i get to see that pretty look on your face, beautiful.”

“three, two, one.” spinning, expecting to see the one that he would soon be calling his, the only person he came to face was none other than his best friend—bokuto, who’d managed to squeeze into an old white, party dress, biting his lip and smoldering at keiji’s look of disdain. despite the confusion on his face, he let out a large laugh as bokuto clapped a hand over his shoulder, pulling him into a hug and shaking him furiously.

the two men humored each other, talking for a brief moment before the actual star of the show turned the corner—your outfit looking its best as your heart warmed at the sight. “looking for someone?” you asked innocently whilst your fiance spun at the sound of your voice, his jaw completely dropping, legs nearly buckling at the beauty that was you.

pushing bokuto aside, he made his way in your direction, disregarding everything around him as all that mattered was you in that moment and every moment that would ever follow. his hands encapsulated yours, palms locked together in a knot that would never be untied—a deep and passionate kiss being brought your lips as he lifted your jaw to his.

“was wondering where my beautiful girl went.” he muttered, continuing to kiss you, ignoring the groans from bokuto who’d been complaining about how he was being ignored despite his effort in appearance. keiji rested his forehead against yours, taking in your scent and relishing in the feeling of being with you. “—can’t wait to see you at the end of that aisle. i can’t wait to make you mine.”

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Keeping Up With Seijoh Ep. 7

a/n: im sorry but takeru could take my uwus like hes so adorable yall 🥺😭

anon:

-LETS BE HONESTTT WITH OURSELVES. oikawa bringing takeru to practice cuz he forgot he promised to watch him n so he asks you to watch him while he rushes off to change— and then takeru goes OFF after he hears that YOURE the person uncle tooru keeps talking about. he basically just exposes oikawa, gets on your good side w all the embarrassing blackmail material he can provide, and oikawa comes back to you grinning like a madwoman HAHAHAHAHA c,:

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-‘ Omg Takeru spills to his mom and grandmother how Oikawa had a crush and how awkward he is around this girl. Which leads to them inviting her over without Oikawa knowing. He comes home one day, a lil upset because yn wasn't at practice only to hear her giggling with his mother and sister while having tea ‘

NOW THIS IS THE REAL TEAAA!!!!!!!

TAKERU IS SUCH A MOOD MY GOD IMAGINE HAVING A CRACKHEAD UNCLE LIKE OIKAWA!!!!😭😭😭😭

uwu yes i love this req so lets start

so basically

two words:

uncle oikawa

bahahaha no not really but yes really tho

anyways

this is going to basically be the scenario where takeru has accepted you as his auntie

so sit down my little grasshoppers because this is finna be a long one

it all started when oikawa forgot his promise

now,

oikawa prides himself in being a know-it-all and being ‘responsible’ or shit like that but hes,,,,, far from that

like how he was currently running towards the gym where takeru’s volleyball class was at because he forgot that his sister made him promise to pick his nephew up since she was working overtime today

oikawa tooru didnt care about his appearance and the way he huffed as he sonic nyoomed his way there since he was more scared of what his sister would do to him if she finds out he was late

the sight of the gym door has never felt so good

‘TAKERU!!’

he yelled and a head peaked out that belonged to the one and only boy

‘uncle, youre so loud’

he chided and tooru rolled his eyes before grabbing his hand

‘hey, go get your stuff. im late and y/n is going go kill me if im not there’

takeru rolled his own eyes and went at a snail’s pace as he packed up his knee pads and his water bottles

‘TAKERU HURRY UP WHAT-!’

‘hmm,, dont lie uncle. you just want to see the pretty goddess nee-chan’

OKAY TAKERU DANG

so basically,,

its been mentioned that you call the boys a lot or its them calling you and oikawa happens to be the one who calls you constantly

and takeru lives with them and he’s usually up quite late so he hears tooru downstairs while talking to you

like one time, he couldnt sleep and his mom told him to drink warm milk to help him so he was just going down the stairs when he heard tooru laugh

now, dont get him wrong

hes heard his uncle laugh before so hes seen how he laughs around girls and it was like nails on a chalkboard

but this time, it sounded very genuine and his chuckles were almost,,, shy

and he figured that tooru was talking to a girl since he kept saying a girl’s name

‘y/n-chan~ youre so cute~ dont make me come over there and kiss you~’

oikawa cooed and takeru cringed

so he was talking to you

he was no stranger to your name as he once teased his uncle for being whipped and got an hour long rant about how beautiful you were and nice and angelic and how you were just an angel on earth

so yea he knew you

tooru’s voice became clearer as he stepped foot into the kitchen

even a child like him could tell his uncle was basically in love with you

and he doesnt even really know what love is!!

‘disgusting’

the child said and tooru, who believes in ghosts and is the biggest scaredy cat, shrieked at the sudden voice

‘oikawa-san? what’s wrong?’

your voice could be heard through his phone but tooru quickly told you good night and ended the call before he got off the chair and crossed his arms to stand in front of takeru

‘what did you say?’

he asked and takeru looked up at him, mimicking his pose

‘i said, its disgusting, uncle’

oikawa looked offended

‘what?! how could you say that?!’

takeru shrugged then he walked over to the fridge

‘yozora-kun told me that girls have cooties and we would die if we get it’

god it was such a childish thing to say but to an actual child like takeru, it sounded perfectly valid

‘its gross and nasty and he said you get all sweaty and you get a fever and ew’

tooru shook his head in disbelief before going over to help the boy get a glass

‘its not nasty or gross or disgusting, takeru. its actually,,, really nice. you dont die from it and you get sweaty when you get nervous and you dont get a fever, you just get flustered, thats all’

takeru still didnt believe him

‘well, he also said girls become monsters and they would eat your face’

KFJDSLFJSLDKIM SCREAMING

oikawa chortled

‘what?!’

‘you heard me. all girls are monsters and you should protect yourself, uncle’

but when he met you, my oh my, you were no monster

you were,,,,,, really really really pretty

poor takeru doesnt really know the real meaning of beautiful so he settled on you being really really really really pretty

like when oikawa dragged him in the gym, takeru stared at you

his mind couldnt process on the fact that someone as pretty as you even existed

but that doesnt really say much since hes only like 8

BUT STILL

oikawa was hurriedly shoving them both in the gym and he was annoyed that takeru was just standing there but he was really just watching you as you scurried around to give the team their towels

‘takeru! come on!’

tooru’s voice snapped him out of it so he finally walked forward

‘y/n-chan~!’

oikawa called out and iwaizumi was about to yell at him for being late but you already had your bad bitch face on and you were strutting over

‘oikawa tooru, do you know how late you are?!’

you scolded and pulled his ear down to your height

‘eeeehhhh~~??? y/n-chan dont be so rough! it hurts! dont hurt oikawa-san!’

he teased to ease your anger but you sucked in a sharp breath

‘ill make sure it hurts more’

oikawa turned pale and started pleading and stuttering

‘please pleaseplease y/n-chan, i had to pick up takeru and it was a total mess and-’

at the mention of takeru, you let go of him and you finally caught sight of the little boy

ohmygee he was so adorable and youre just a sucker for adorable kids so you kinda squatted to his height since the height difference wasnt that big

you gave him a big smile and waved a hand

‘hey, you must be takeru. im y/n’

the poor kid’s face turned red unknowingly and he stiffened before nodding aggressively

‘my name is oikawa takeru and i am 6 years old’

he hand out his hands to prove his age and you giggled before nodding

‘my name is l/n y/n and i am 16 years old’

you held out 10 fingers then switched to having 6 up like he did

‘waaaa youre,,,’

the boy paused to subtract with his fingers before looking up at you with wide eyes

‘youre 10 years older than me!’

you sweatdropped at the sudden thought of being old

‘hmm i guess i am’

you tilted your head to the side and continued to talk to the boy, completely oblivious to the stares from the others

they all sported a bright red blush and red ears at the thought of you being so good with kids and what if it was their own?

kindaichi gasped and held his hands to his face to cover the burst of all shades of red that decorated his entire face

OHMYGOSH THEYRE SO WHIPPED WHAT

‘ne, nee-chan, i know you’

takeru spoke as you led him to sit down on the bleacher, away from the practicing team and from any rogue balls

‘oh? you do?’

‘eung! uncle talks about you all the time! and he calls you too! i live with him, see, and nana yells at him for being on his phone during dinner because hes talking to you’

takeru admitted and you turned red, suddenly flustered

‘he talks about me? what does he say about me, take-chan?’

the little boy paused, holding his chin to think, then he lit up

‘he calls you beautiful goddess y/n-chan!’

YALL TAKERU IS SO CUTE WHAT THE HECK

‘he does?’

you asked, wholeheartedly surprised

takeru violently nods his head

‘yes! uncle talks about you all the time! my friend yozora wants to meet you too!’

‘hah? who is that?’

takeru sheepishly scratches his cheek

‘yozora-kun told uncle that girls are gross but uncle got mad and told him you were different because you were pretty and nice and yozora wants to see if you really were’

you laughed at the childish claims of this yozora boy

‘well,,, take-chan, do you think im gross?’

you asked, making the boy flustered again

‘no,,,, nee-chan is really pretty’

he mumbled while twiddling his fingers and you squealed before hugging him

‘oh, take-chan! you should visit more often!’

takeru nodded, smiling at how warm you were

‘eung! i love nee-chan! see? i can say i love nee-chan because im not a coward like uncle!’

you pulled away just slightly with a raised eyebrow

‘what are you talking about, takeru?’

the child puffed out his chest and his lip took on a smug angle

‘uncle talks to the mirror every morning! he says hes practicing! he takes forever just saying he loves you in the mirror and he doesnt let me pee! but its okay! because uncle can keep being coward but i get the pretty nee-chan!’

a disbelieving smile settled itself on your face and you absentmindedly caressed his smaller hand

‘what else does uncle do, take-chan? you see, nee-chan wants to tease him!’

takeru paused then lit up

‘oh! before i was born, mama told me uncle ate flowers because he thought his fart would smell like roses!’

‘hah?!’

your cries of shock made the boy laugh and you joined in with him

‘also! iwa-nii made me a tree house, right?! and uncle wanted to go in but he was too big so he got stuck at the front door! iwa-nii had to take the front part out and used soap to get him out!’

your cackles attracted the now ready captain and oikawa had an uneasy look

that little brat mustve told you some embarrassing stories based on how you laughed

‘oi! takeru! you shut your mouth right now, young man!’

he shouted and quickly stomped over to you at the bleachers

but you held the boy close, protecting him from the angry brunette

‘no! you stay away, oikawa-san! nee-chan will protect you, take-chan!’

you proclaimed and takeru was more than happy to snuggle closer and stick his tongue out at his uncle

you had a similar mischevious look and a wide but scary grin on your face that spelled nothing but trouble

was he,,,, being blackmailed right now?

tooru was scandalised at the thought and the act causign him to lunge over to you, tickling your sides so you could loosen your grip on the child

but you held on, giggling loudly causing takeru to also laugh when tooru’s fingers would touch his side too

‘no! stop-! ack-! tooru!’

you shouted but tooru was able to find an opening to grab takeru by under his arms and you reached over to grab him back but he was already lifted high

‘now what did you tell her, you brat?’

‘nothing!’

takeru shrieked but tooru hummed, not quite believing him

‘i dont think so’

tooru sat down on the floor and placed takeru on his lap with his fingers quickly hitting his ticklish spots

‘NOOO!!!! UNCLE!!!!’

you giggled and joined over, completely forgetting where you were and what your responsibilities are

okay can we take a second on how cute this moment is?

like despite the team practically being in love with you, they couldnt help but think of how much you guys looked like a family

iwa herded everyone to stop staring and keep practicing bc he knew that this was the first time tooru has been truly happy in a very long time

by the end of practice, you and takeru were practically best friends already

you were very sad to have to let him go home but he promised to come back soon

tooru gave him over to iwa so he could talk to you while you were packing up

you were putting on your jacket when you felt him tap your shoulder

with a smile, you turned around and he mirrored your grin

well,,, it was more like a shy and bashful grin

from behind him, you could see takeru being lifted by mattsun and his laughter echoed in the wind

tooru noticed your gaze then chuckled softly

‘thank you for,,, yanno,, keeping him busy’

you waved your hands around with a laugh

‘nonono! its okay! really! hes so adorable that i look forward to seeing him again!’

he let out a relieved sigh then placed his hands in his pockets, rocking on the balls of his feet

‘y/n,, youre really good with kids’

that comment made you flustered but you waved it off

‘nah, i just connect with them more. theyre so easily entertained and the innocence is nice’

‘well,, youll be a great mother in the future’

you chuckled then ruffled his soft hair

‘youll be a great father in the future then oikawa-san’

at first, he was just going to laugh it off but then the image of you playing with a child who possessed chocolate brown locks and beautiful e/c eyes appeared

he turned red and he fumbled for a response, completely speaking gibberish with no idea of what to even say

unfortunately for him, the team was not in a far distance and they could hear oikawa sputtering nonsense so to ‘help’ him, they started shouting for you guys to hurry up

‘come on! lets go, you guys! the bakery closes in a 10 minutes!’

makki yelled and you perked up and waved to signal you were going

‘come on, oikawa-san!’

you grabbed his hand and pulled him along

takeru noticed his uncle’s red face and a cute sly smile creeped up on his face

‘hmmm,,,,’

then he started a plan

and wow god must’ve wanted him to succeed because its like the fates and the stars and the universe just aligned

takeru was walking with his mom around a supermarket when he noticed your familiar h/c hair

‘y/n nee-chan!’

he shrieked before he could even stop himself and you were startled, wildly looking around for the person who said your name

‘nee-chan!’

takeru shouted again, running away from his mom towards you

‘takeru-!’

yall what is oikawa’s sister’s name? lets name her ‘tara’

tara shouted for her son and ofc ran after him when he didnt listen

‘takeru!’

you greeted back and winced a little when the force fo the little boy crashed into your legs

‘nee-chan! momma, look its nee-chan!’

takeru said when his mother caught up to him

‘oikawa takeru! you never run in the store like that again, you hear me?’

she scolded but then smiled up at you

‘oh hello darling, you must be y/n. im tara, tooru’s older sister and takeru’s mom’

she outstretched her hand for you to shake so you awkwardly shook it

‘uh-im l/n y/n’

‘momma! shes the pretty nee-chan i told you about! and shes the one uncle talks to every night!’

you cringed a little when takeru was excitedly talking as he was attracting other people with his loud voice

tara bless her heart noticed your discomfort and told you to go and follow her to the checkout if you were done

she ended up paying for your stuff despite your protests but she excused it as ‘consider this as payment for putting up that idiot brother of mine’

takeru wanted to show off so he held your bags but you still held on to their own to help tara out

‘ne, nee-chan! why are you not with uncle? its practice today, right?’

takeru asked as you three walked down the street

‘natsu’s sick so i was picking up some porridge for him to eat. i excused today because i wanted to take care of him’

takeru lit up

‘nee-chan! you should come over! nana wants to meet you too!’

tara rolled her eyes at her son with a smile

‘no, take-kun. nee-chan needs to go home to look after-’

‘ah, its okay, oikawa-san! natsu wont be awake for a while so i can spare an hour or two’

‘yey!’

tara made small talk with you while takeru hummed in front of you

‘thank you so much for putting up with my two boys, y/n. i heard from hajime that you kept takeru company while tooru practiced’

you nodded

‘it wasnt a big deal though. i love takeru, hes a sweetheart. and oikawa-san takes good care of him’

tara chuckled

‘as much as takeru loves to poke fun at tooru, he really does appreciate him you know? without a father, i worried on who would be his male figure. but tooru lived up to his title and takeru wants to do everything he does. like say, volleyball’

you followed along and you could see the little bits of tooru even by the way takeru walked

the little skip that his uncle had seemed to copy itself on to the nephew with even the happy humming

‘oikawa-san is,,, a really great person’

you off-handedly mentioned and tara looked at you from the corner of her eye

warmth blossomed in her chest because although she knew how much of an insecure and rash person her brother was, he deserves someone who talks about him with such love in their voice

even the look in your eyes was enough to make her think,

yep, you are the one

omg nana oikawa is ltr head-over-heels for you already

the love for y/n is an oikawa thing

when takeru opened the door, nana oikawa rushed to greet her grandson when she saw another person

a girl

‘nana! nana! this is y/n nee-chan! uncle’s pretty goddess!’

uwu nana knows who exactly you are

lets just say shes exactly like takeru and has witnessed her son lovingly talk to some y/n girl at 3 in the morning

and her son has expressed his love and admiration towards you every chance he can

so yes lets just say she knows who you are

thats why nana brightly smiled and quickly ushered you into the house

‘oh come in! come in! takeru-kun, go lead y/n-chan to the couch and make her comfortable! ill get tea!’

takeru nodded and he grabbed your hand with his small one to go to the living room

you awkwardly sat stiffly, not exactly knowing what to do as this entire family seemed to know who you are

takeru settled himself beside you and was actively talking about what they did at volleyball practice today

you were enamored in his story that you didnt notice nana walk in with a try of tea with tara trailing behind her with cookies

you moved to help her but nana shook her head with a gentle smile before sitting down at the chair beside the couch

‘here you go, dear’

you bowed slightly and held the cup of green tea

everyone was now settled and you were nervously tapping your finger against the cup

you dont even know why youre nervous

its like youre suddenly meeting your boyfriend’s family without your boyfriend actually there

‘so,’

you jumped a little at the voice of nana and she smiled at you

‘oh dear dont be so nervous! we’re not that bad! we dont bite’

‘unless you want us to’

takeru whispered and you giggled, ruffling his hair with your free hand

‘so youre the famous y/n-chan then?’

you nodded again

‘takeru told us all about his adventures at seijoh the other day and, well,, he likes to tease his uncle but,, we believe him’

tara smiled, remembering her son’s words

‘nee-chan, i told them that uncle was very weird and shy and awkward and it was so weird’

he whispered, yet still able to be heard by everyone in the room

‘oh my, when we heard that we couldnt believe a person, much less a female, could even do that to him! i worried that my son would never develop interest in any girl but it seems i was worrying for nothing!’

nana giggled and you couldnt help but smile, realizing her laugh sounded exactly like tooru’s

‘you know, y/n, tooru’s never really had a crush before. and believe me, id know but even with his last girlfriend, which was also his first, he didnt seem interested at her in that way-well, maybe he was but he wasnt exactly enamored with her like he is with you’

you knew little about tooru’s first and last girlfriend

it was the butt of mattsuhana��s jokes all the time but you never partook bc you could see how,,, sad,,, tooru looks whenever its brought up

but you turned red,hand waving at her last comment

‘oh nonono, youre wrong. uhh, how do i say this,, oikawa-san,,, he just appreciates me bc,, i,,, reject his advances,, and,,, bring him milk bread,,, and banana milk,,,, and such,,,’

you trailed off and the two older women shared a look behind their cups

heh, it was refreshing to have tooru do the chasing this time

‘you must be wondering how, we, you know, know you, right?’

you nodded at nana’s question

she chuckled then placed her tea down

‘you see, we are aware of tooru’s,,,, expiditions. and by that, we mean the interest of others in him and his returned interest. but hes our family so we know that his interest is,, actually fake’

you looked down, knowing exactly what shes talking about

‘especially with girls, we see his annoyance, his ignorance, and we’re not proud of it. but with you, when he talks about you, its as if he was talking about the,,, the love of his life!’

you were startled, not sure if you should be proud of that or confused about that

‘mom! dont say that!’

tara nagged but nana shrugged her off

‘no, i want to express my gratitude for this girl. y/n, i want you to know now that,,, my son is damaged’

‘takeru cover your ears’

tara hurried and the boy shot his mother a confused look but still did it anyways

‘tooru,,, feels that he shouldnt burden us as he’s now the man of the house after his father and i’s separation. and,,, perhaps its the past of his father’s but,,, he doesnt let anyone in, except for us and hajime’

nana oikawa’s eyes held sadness

a raw emotion that shouldnt be shown to a stranger but by how much and how often tooru talks about you, she practically knew you already

‘and he refuses to do anything that isn’t necessary. he hates doing pointless things unless they will serve him purpose in the future thats why he focuses on that damn sport so much, even giving himself injuries! i worried and worried for him but then,, you came along. all the sudden, i see the life in his eyes that was wrongly taken from him, be replaced and its all because of a girl. ive never heard tooru talk about someone else other than his team or hajime so it was quite a surprise for us that he found someone who was, what he considers, worth his time. and the way,, the way he looks when he talks,,, y/n, i believe you are what he says, an angel’

a sudden wave of tears appeared as nana oikawa looked up to meet your eyes and you let out a stiff laugh but you tightened your grip on your cup

‘you are,,, my son’s angel’

DKFLJSKDFJDSLKFJSDLKFJD MY FEELS

the conversation was quickly shifted by tara as she could see the conflict in the way your eyebrows furrowed and the rapid movement of your pupils

she knew that you were probably still at a stage that you didnt realize your captain’s real and authentic feelings for you and she didnt want you to find out this way

tara knows how emotional her mother can get regarding her son so she switched to another topic to not get too in deep with the whole situation

next thing you knew, you were giggling and laughing at nana oikawa’s merciless onslaught of her son’s childhood events

you attempted to hide your laugh by sipping your drink but it still came out wholeheartedly

‘yes! i wondered for a whole week as to why my roses were disappearing and i never would’ve thought id find my son eating them at 6 in the morning!’

nana cackled while takeru was so laugh-tired that he slumped over to your side, completely breathless

‘oh! dont forget the mickey mouse one! you see, y/n, we spent about a week at my aunts house and tooru saw a mouse! the poor child woke everyone up at midnight, screaming about a mouse sleeping next to him! and just to top it off, we visited disneyland and, whew, we just know now to avoid mickey mouse. to this day, that child is still traumatized by that cartoon’

meanwhile at seijoh,

oikawa was sneezing nonstop and iwaizumi has bonked him many many times now

‘OI! IF YOU GET SICK RIGHT NOW I WILL HIT YOU!’

‘OH GREAT! ILL BE SICK AND HAVE A CONCUSSION AT THE SAME TIME! THANKS IWA-CHAN!’

tooru irritably snapped and iwa was even surprised at how snippy he was

‘oi, what crawled up your ass and died today’

oikawa pouted then stomped his foot like a child

‘y/n isnt here today’

‘oikawa shes taking care of her cousin! she has a life outside of us you know?’

makki teased but flinched when tooru stomped his foot harder

‘but im her life! im all she needs!’

the entire team sweatdropped at the sight of makki and mattsun holding back their bara arms vice captain from beating up their captain

‘ill be sure to give him mickey mouse stickers next time!’

you teased and they laughed

there was still remaining giggles left when the door handle twisted and the front door opened, revealing the man of the hour himself

takeru perked up and ran to the door to greet his uncle

‘uncle! uncle!’

he exclaimed and tooru sighed before grinning at him

his ears twitched at a familiar muffled giggle but he thought nothing of it by excusing it as him missing you so much that hes now hearing you

the thought of you dampened his mood again

‘uncle is too sad to play with you, takeru’

takeru’s head tilted to the side and one eyebrow was raised

‘heh? why? iwa-nii bonk you too hard?’

tooru shook his head solemnly

‘no. my darling wasnt there today and-’

‘oikawa-san, welcome home’

you emerged into the small hallway and tooru’s jaw dropped

then he snapped out of the surprise and ran straight towards you, picking you up and twirling you around

‘Y/N-CHAN~~~~~!!!!!’

he cheered and you giggled, trying to hold on to his shoulders to stabilize yourself

‘dont be so loud, oikawa-san’

you chided but with a smile

tooru calmed down however he still held you in his arms and was looking up at you with a grin, completely missing the fact that youre even at his house

‘its so nice to have y/n-chan greet me at the door. its like i have a wife! you wanna be my wife, y/n?’

you blushed a deep red and flicked his forehead

‘oikawa-san, your mother and sister is-’

you whispered harshly but a sudden shout made you both turn

‘NO! NEE-CHAN IS MY WIFE! NOT UNCLE’S! SHES TOO PRETTY FOR A COWARD LIKE UNCLE! I WILL FIGHT FOR NEE-CHAN! SURRENDER, UNCLE!’

you and oikawa looked at each other exasperatedly but with a fond look in your eyes

‘go’

you whispered

‘avenge me, oikawa-san’

that was enough for him to drop you gently and run to tackle takeru, who was giggling and kicking the air

you returned to your spot on the couch but shrunk back at the smirks the two oikawa women were directing to you

nana oikawa wanted you to have dinner with them so you stayed and oikawa held your hand under the table

even though they could obviously see it but yanno just stay quiet

‘y/n-chan, as much as i love you being here and meeting my family, how did you get here?’

takeru proudly raised his hand and swallowed his food

‘I BROUGHT NEE-CHAN HERE! I SAW HER AT THE MARKET!’

tooru nodded and reached over to ruffle his head

‘thank you, takeru! you turned uncle’s bad day to a good one!’

you turned to him with a worried look

‘huh? did something happen while i was away?’

tooru shook his head and pouted at you with his puppy eyes

‘y/n-chan wasnt there at practice today and oikawa-san missed her very much and-’

‘oikawa-san, please refrain from speaking in third person’

‘BUT Y/N-CHAN-!’

again, the two oikawa women shared a look

yep, you are the one

oikawa naturally took it upon himself to walk you home by saying ‘y/n-chan shouldnt walk home by herself!’

but in reality, he just wanted to spend more time with you because he didnt get to do that today

he just wanted his daily fill of you

O_O

aNYwAys

you both were walking down the street, hand-in-hand

KDSFJLSDKFJ FLASHBACKS FROM THE OIKS ROUTE

‘i love your family, oikawa-san’

you said and he giggled

‘well, just wait a few years and youll be a part of it too’

you blushed and smacked him on the chest making him wince and exagerrate an ‘ow!’

‘your mom,,, really loves you. and your sister, and takeru! theyre really nice and im happy your family loves you so much’

‘what about you? do you love me?’

you hummed

‘eung! i love oikawa-san! and the boys! i love all of you!’

DKFLJSDKFJSDLKFSJD NOOOOO FLASHBACKS AGAIN TO THE KUWS EPISODE OF THEM LEAVING AND OIKAWA TELLING HER HE LOVES HER ANDFJDKFJSDKFLDKJ ACK! FEELINGS!

oikawa had a sad smile on but he didnt push any further

‘well! you met my family already so now its my turn to meet yours!’

you turned to give him a deadpan expression

‘oikawa-san, my father chased you with a broom. i dont think its safe for you to even step foot at my front porch’

oikawa scoffed and puffed out his chest smugly

‘hah! your oikawa-san is a strong man! he doesnt get scared over some broom!’

‘oh! oikawa-san! i need to get your opinion on this! i want to give iwa-san this mickey poster but-’

noticing that oikawa was no longer walking beside you, you turned around to see him staring at the spot you were previously at

‘oikawa-san?’

he didnt answer and you giggled

‘oh? is it mickey mouse? you scared?’

you neared the phone to his face and then his eyes settled on the terrifying face of the disney character

oikawa screamed

a/n: AAAAAAAAA WE FINALLY GETTING THROUGH REQS AND IM SO HAPPY THAT MY TEACHER IS SO NICE AND OMGOMGOMG MY FRIEND GOT INTO AN ACCIDENT AND WE WERE TALKING ABOUT HOW A BIRD GOT INTO OUR CLASSROOM AND SDKFJDSLFKJSDLKFJSDLFKJNOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

anyways, how yall been? i know ive been gone for a hot sec but uwu hey!!!

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Ok y’all if you thought 18x05 was long, you in for a trip. Get ready for lots of caps, lots of not PG-13, and lots of overanalysis. I hope this lives up to the hype since it took me forever and a day (literally almost every minute of the 20 minutes of scenes took practically an hour to breakdown, I have a problem I know). Anyways, let’s get sweaty under the cut because the day ain’t young no more 👇🏼

Their bickering in the car but Nick smiling the whole time is a huge married vibe but also he’s so happy she’s alive and will take any shit she gives him vibe and I’m here for it. Pluuuuus Ellie avoiding nicks question about the phone call 😭 he’s so freaking concerned for her (he’s been through his own version of PTSD), his voice drops all the teasing and he actually opens up a little bit - really wants to make sure she’s ok. He needs to be there for her and ugh poor Ellie, those walls are going back up after that hug- a momentary lapse in her usual self. She’s so far outside of her comfort zone talking about feelings and weaknesses and she immediately deflects. Nick respecting that deflection is also huge growth for him, knows it’s not ok to push through like a person like him would normally do and force her hand. He knows she needs space but also clearly ready to be that ear to listen or shoulder to cry on whenever she needs it.

His joke about notable mustaches only to be the butt of the joke about using the word notable later is hiiiiiilarious.

Her comment about Zillow 😂 um excuse me ellie you looking for houses and to settle down 👀 but then(!!) Nick pushes her down the stairs first when shots start, getting her out of harm’s way and putting himself in danger like he always does my heart 😩 like he’s still on the stairs by the time she’s in a cell “safe.” And side note damn they are good shots, oof.

The toilet bowl scene is easily one of my favorites. Nick freaking out over Ellie moving hers and him not being able to had me DYING. Like legit cackling over his worry she’s suddenly way stronger than him 🤣🤣 and then he gets SO pissed they took their car hahaha like so mad he hugs the damn wall in frustration. But then he claims he’ll rip out the bars of the window (you know, to make up for not being able to move his toilet and still prove he’s macho) and Ellie’s comment about superhuman strength & his agreement LOL. His anxiety level of being trapped and more so Ellie being trapped is getting to him already. He is reaching for any possible way to get them (read: her) out of there safely it doesn’t matter that the plan sounds outrageous. Cue him moving back to pissed and breaking the toilet with his damn foot like 🥵 we get you strong Nick but no need to show off. Hot damn. His “I really think we’re stuck in here” after that IDK why but had be laughing again. I’m pretty sure I said “no shit Sherlock” at my TV watching live because thank you Captain Obvious.

Aaaaaand then when she pauses and finds the bomb bricks but goes so quiet oooooof he’s on high alert. You can practically hear his heart pounding and then he goes and starts panicking slightly when she doesn’t respond with our first use of a first name, “Ellie we have a wall between us, what is it?” But his tone is so frantic and his eyes are darting around putting the whole picture together and my heart aches for him. He’s starting to realize just how helpless he is to save her. The exact thing he likely swore he’d set out to never let happen again (Ellie in danger) after last episode, is happening again. And this time, it’s not like he can go hunt the guys down, he’s quite literally stuck. Helpless with no way out. Aaand here’s where Nick starts to lose his patience. Pissed at himself for not saving her before, not being able to save her now. Pissed at everything. He cannot comprehend how she is in this situation AGAIN and he can do nothing. But oh lord, he doesn’t even realize it’s about to get worse...

Him brooding over this crappy situation in a corner and being the cautious one is so unlike him (but also so telling as to how unnerved he is by her being in danger once again and not wanting to do anything to make it worse) and Ellie calls him on being “so careful, cowboy” and hot damn again she really does like a man in uniform doesn’t she??? 👀🔥 and she not picky on the type of uniform either 😏 but Nick immediately deflects because he’s not *quite* ready to talk feelings so let’s get down to business about counting bullets BUT the second Ellie starts to worry again he goes into hyperdrive protective and caring boyfriend partner. Without hesitation he tells her they’re going to figure it out because goddamnit he HAS to figure this out for her. He can’t fail, again. And he’s so so SO worried about her & her mental health right now and I sincerely love it. I know Ellie doesn’t want to have that conversation but I stan (I can’t believe I’m using that word, I’m not hip enough for that word) an empathetic boyfriend who supports their significant other when facing mental health issues (like PTSD in Ellie’s case) ❤️❤️❤️ Nick breaks my heart, he wants to be there for her- wants to be the one she feels comfortable enough to open up to and he just gets so dejected when she rejects his probing again (but I don’t blame her, it’s *hard* to open up about these difficult topics), his body language slumped over the bars and tone is just so defeated even if he tries to snap back into his usual Torres self (newsflash it ain’t working bruv because she’s not totally wrong in calling you hovery). Yet naturally he gets annoyed because he JUST CARES ELLIE DAMMIT LET HIM CARE. Like you go through this entire list of him trying to protect you from everything that could go wrong because HE CARES. HE WAS TERRIFIED HE LOST YOU ELLIE. HE TRULY THOUGHT HE’D NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN. NEVER TOUCH YOU AGAIN. NEVER TELL YOU HE LOVES YOU. HE CARES. AND HE CANT LET ANYTHING HAPPEN TO YOU AGAIN. HE LITERALLY WANTS TO SAVE YOU (his own words because god damn this show plays with my emotions 😭😭) FROM ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING BECAUSE HE COULDN’T SAVE YOU FROM GETTING KIDNAPPED AND HAVING TO FIGHT YOUR WAY OUT OF A PLANE RIGGED TO BLOW. Ok done with yelling for now but man this part gets me. The implications are so important even over trivial stuff. He felt helpless and Nick Torres cannot do helpless, so he tries do to everything else in his power to keep her away from any danger no matter how little it seems. Even hot coffee is too much for his precious babe and while he knows she’s not some delicate, fragile flower- he knows she can hold her own (& has called her a badass as proof), his heart can’t possibly take another explosion on an airstrip. Even if that airstrip is something like a burnt tongue. Ok I die now 😩😩😩

But let’s come back to living because this bullshit Nick “I always tell you what’s going on with me...you ask I tell you” exCUSE ME. Is this the same man who claimed he was being overprotective and that Ellie was like a sister to him?!???!! Yeah, I call bullSHIT that you tell Ellie what’s going on with you. (And Ellie calls BS too, btw buddy).

But when Ellie finally decides to open a little I love it. I think she finally understood at least just a bit that he just, simply cares about her & her well-being. So she gives him a tiny taste of what she’s going through. And god Nick’s face when he understands the gravity of what she’s having to face mentally. Like I know he knew but I don’t think he knew just how bad. And you can just see that hatred towards his perceived failure turning inward once again as the mood shifts in these cells to somber. Plus Ellies last comment here with them *needing* to find a way out of there- girrrrrrrl poor baby girl 😭 she’s struggling so hard right now and trying so hard to not let it show and not let it get to her but you know she’s terrified. You know she’s desperately triggered. UGH Ellie 💔💔

We cut to Ellie desperately trying to figure out a solution to getting the fuck outta there and once again my heart aches for her triggered self. Nick seems desolate and frustrated, shutting down slowly as it seems less and less likely they’ll get out. Buuuuut then the GUM. Ahahahahahah Ellieeeeeee how do you know about that last piece of gum for “breath emergencies”??? AHHHH this man’s jeans are so damn tight (& yes trust me I would know, I observe) but like also you staring at a spot on said tight jeans that’s only maybe five inches from a different outline 👀👀👀 GIRL I FEEL YOUUUU. GET. IT. Plus she knows exactly what he calls it and I freaking love that. His excuse for why he has to save it is also hilarious 🤣 his breath emergency later hmmm doubt you wanted to save it to MacGyver something Nick sooooo you got another thing in mind?? 😏 and then LMAO it’s mushy because his pants are sweaty I’m rolllllling. Your pants too tight Nick? (this is not humanly possible btw) ALSO is this why later Ellie says she expected Nick to be more sweaty??? If it is and now rewatching I kind of feel like it is, omg what a great callback on her part 🤣🤣

Nick trying to coach her on the proper way of opening the cell door is hilarious because bitch which one of you was able to move their toilet Nick 👀😂 but oh damn now it’s when shit goes downhill fast.

Nick not being able to see anything and his frantic questioning is amazing compared to Ellies absolute panic realizing she is once again facing down a bomb. I feel like her calming breaths are a coping technique Jack has been helping her with but man kill me now, Nick’s face?? When he realizes what he thought was helplessness earlier has just shot yo exponentially??? Oof with a capital O. This poor man needs a damn drink and yet all he can have is a club soda boy I *feel you* on that (side note #letsgetthisbabyoutmybellyasap). His woman has gone and gotten herself into another bomb encounter for the second time in a week. And he CANT DO A DAMN THING ABOUT IT. Can you imagine the absolute inner (and outer, give it a sec) freak out he’s having?? He wants to save her from hot coffee for Christ’s sake and now he can’t save her from a rigged bomb. Talk about a shitty situation.

I just love the Torres Teachable Moment little discussion. Like Nick’s smirk gets me. I really don’t think he knew she had a name for it or realized that she caught on to what he was doing (trying to help her grow as an agent without being obvious or “degrading”). And then we move on to comparing arm length and I crack up 😂 “my arms are longer than yours” and “no they’re disproportionately short for your body” HAHAHA like what the hell have you guys been doing to know this?? Do you stand *that* close together with your arms down to know their lengths comparatively and how much do you stare at Nick, Ellie? Daaaaaaamn. From his gum to his arms to his body I see you 👀 I’m not hating tho I would too 😏 I think what I loved most about this whole jail scene (aside the ending obvs) is the quick flipping back and forth from joking & teasing to dead serious & worried. Like they’re both trying so hard to keep it above board and light- trying desperately not to think of the implications of what’s happening but then (usually Nick) those intrusive thoughts sneak through and he can’t help but redirect them back to serious. It shows their inner warrings with themselves and just how hard this is for both of them. How much they want to appear strong and unflappable but they both know deep down the whole situation is eating away at them. And Nick bringing up her standing on a bomb only moments before he tells her he’s going to shoot the wall- OOF. Ellie’s genuine terror for him injuring himself and her then not being able to do a damn thing about it because she’s standing on a FREAKING BOMB is so painful to watch. Like she’s stuttering she can’t get it out fast enough, she needs to stop him, she can’t fathom him getting hurt while she’s helpless (uh, hello there theme of the episode how have you been). Nick’s facial expressions through this scene are also so telling. He goes from “this isn’t a big deal” to “oh shit she’s panicking” to “holy shit is she going to open up, is she really talking about this” to “fuck it’s my fault she had to go through that and it’s tearing me up inside every second” to “hooooooly fuck is she about to say what I think she’s about to say?? Is she about to confirm what I know deep inside but am too afraid to say aloud?? Is it true??” And ELLIE OH ELLIE. Reliving that *has* to be hard, has to. To finally bring it up after she’s been dodging it all damn day...you know the thought of him getting seriously injured had her more than rattled. And she cracks open those cement walls around her heart so briefly, the glimpse in it provides I think a turning point for Nick. Finally seeing that it’s not just him, she’s in deep too. Even if she can’t say it, can’t say she was fighting to see him again 😩💔 he knows. She says he only has one bullet left and to save it and they’ll figure some other way with tears in her eyes my HEART. But Nick gets it. Nick gets it because he’s been in the exact same situation. His eyes as they process the implication of her words and the fear for his life running through them 🥺 his simple “ok” is so unlike his normal self, you just know he’s once again doing anything and everything he can for. Even if that means standing down and not fighting for his way (the natural instinct for him). He knows what she needs is reassurance he won’t accidentally shoot himself. So he does it 😭 But him pacing (as a man of action suddenly faced with forced inaction) & Ellie begging for an inventory over and over (a woman of logics and data faced with PTSD) is so painful. You can tell they’re both struggling and neither wants to admit it but also they both need to do something - for Nick that becomes finally deciding to shoot a foothold in the wall and for Ellie that meant trying to go over their facts again and again but suddenly she’s once again terrified Nick is going to injure himself. The one man she fought to see again might hurt or even kill himself and she can’t do a damn thing because she’s standing on a bomb for fuck’s sake. Aaaaaaand cue the blow up. Cue Nick voicing his worst fears of Ellie accidentally triggering the bomb. Cue Ellie getting defensive because she’s so damn used to be babied and treated like she can’t take care of herself. Cue the “overprotective hovery man crap” line that had me rolling on the floor (tbt ROFL). Cue Ellie calling herself a girl but Nick calling her a woman like DAMN get me where it hurts Nick- that right there is a man who respects the living hell out of this fiiiiiiine representation of a woman in front of him 🔥. Cue Ellie saying because I’m “me” like um FUCK YES IT’S BECAUSE YOU’RE YOU AND HE’S TOO SCARED OF LOSING YOU ELLIE. Cue Nick finally losing his shit and getting reeeeeealllllllll like hallelujah do you hear the church bells?! Even Ellie knows to finally pause and listen. Nick never loses it on her, never. She knows this shift is serious and it’s happening. And omg his confession can I just have a moment of silence for the GROWTH.

Thank you, it needed commemorating. The same Nick who didn’t belong to a team is the Nick that is out here claiming he can’t sit idly by while the love of his life might get blown up again. He’s NOT OKAY WITH THAT AND NEITHER AM I. NOT AFTER THIS GODDAMN SCENE. His head bob accentuating just- how- important this is to him is so in character (thank you Wilmer) and theeeeeeen shoot me the way he has to fucking collect himself from almost crying. The emotion- there just aren’t words. Literally he has to look up to the sky and blink back those tears you know are threatening to fall at the thought of the woman who he still *technically* hasn’t told that he loves her could potentially die, again, for the second time in a week. So guess the hell what? He’s telling her (sort of). He’s telling her he would do anything, anything, put himself in danger’s way if it meant there was even the tiniest chance it would save her. Pardon the callback but- HE WOULD RISK HIS LIFE TO SAVE HERS. DON’T YOU REMEMBER ELLIE. YOU SAID I KNOW. DO YOU KNOW NOW. DO YOU. BECAUSE GOOD LORD CAN YOU MARRY THIS MAN ALREADY BEFORE I DIVORCE MY HUSBAND AND DO IT (jk love you honey 😘). But like damn, she knows it now. That look- she bites her lip and has tears in her own eyes at the realness she can feel even through a cement block wall. It’s a feeling she’s not used to. She isn’t used to being a person someone would literally risk death for. She doesn’t think she deserves it (sip on that like whiskey, mull it over, let it sink in & cry about it). Even if she knows she doesn’t need saving (and so does Nick), she finally realizes it isn’t about that. It isn’t about he feels like she can’t do it. It’s about the overwhelming pull that your life isn’t greater than the one you love. That love, real true love, is knowing you would do anything for that other person (and they the same) because the world would be worse off without them in it. And Nick will never be okay with a world without Ellie. Never. Their joint quiet after his confession is so powerful. There’s no claims of falsehood, there’s no trying to quip back at him, there’s no trying to stop him. It just settles into the room- into their hearts. They’ve crossed a line and it means so, so much. Nick can feel a weight lifted off his shoulders as he loads his gun and gets ready and Ellie can feel a weight settle on hers from the need to reciprocate. And not out of pity, it would be out of truth. But she knows it isn’t the right time. She knows she has to do it, and she will. She held back earlier when she couldn’t say she was fighting for Nick, but his outburst and confession gave her the courage in this scene. She finally has confirmation she means to him like he means to her. And she has to know, she has to know if he means it or if it was heat of the moment so when the dust settles she inquires, “what’s going on over there?” A pulse check. A way of asking without asking—did you mean that? And the shock of confirmation of her face as Nick, dead as a doornail serious says, “close calls make you live harder”….holy hell. That’s the moment it snaps for her, everything snaps into place—the agony he’s gone through not only this week, but the past couple years of close calls. He’s done beating around the bush, he’s living harder, he’s going all in, he’s getting what he wants. He refuses to let anything like a damn jail cell rigged to blow stand in his way. And she knows, she knows just how important she is to him. He might not have said those three words, but that phrase- that phrase was a direct window into Nick Torres’ soul. And by god I love it.

But Nick pulling a prank on Ellie like that is also so Nick- the little shit. The genuine concern in her voice when she yells his name 😭 like dude, her worst fear, something causing ongoing trauma in her head right now is the ONE THING you decide to tease her with??? I should expect nothing less but damn that’s low 😂 her checking on his status update with Gibbs though feels like such a role reversal from earlier and it cracks me up, side note.

When they’re getting ready to stand down the returning brother and Nick gets in position next to the wall but can’t even look ahead- he’s just staring at Ellie, oof. In that moment he’s brutally and painfully aware she can’t hide for cover. Not only can she not hide, he can’t cover her because he’s (locked in a cell but also) out of bullets. He’s once again near helpless and the woman he loves (and has now finally kind of told) is a sitting duck. Someone get this poor man a damn club soda, I repeat.

And the little talk between the two parties- I love that Ellie takes point. Love that Nick lets her. Like damn that’s a supportive partner right there and I 👏🏼 AM 👏🏼 HERE 👏🏼 FOR 👏�� IT. He knows she can handle this shit and he will willingly let her. But nooooooowwwww weee gettinggggg to the goooooood paaaaaaart.

Ok first, “good to see you” - this man has missed her face. Straight up dying to see her in the flesh. Just listening to her voice and not seeing the emotions written on her face is not enough. Seeing her alive, smiling at him, he needed it. But of course, let’s keep it light, act natural Nicholas.

“I thought you’d be sweatier” - excUUUUSE ME ELLIE. Not only did you just call out his reference to his sweaty jeans earlier, you also WANT TO SEE HIM SWEATY DON’T YOU. THAT SMIRK SAYS YES DON’T LIE. And honestly, I don’t blame you shhhhh.

“The day is young” - can I get another excUUUUSE ME NICK. Words- they don’t- function. Because that knowing smile of hers- SHE’S OKAY WITH IT. GET YOUR MIND OUT THE GUTTER YOU TWO THERE’S A HOMICIDAL MAN UPSTAIRS. YOU’VE GOT TIME TO GET SWEATY TOGETHER TONIGHT YOU HEAR ME. THAT DAY IS YOUNG AND SO ARE YOU SO GET THOSE BRICKS AND THEN YOU CAN GET TO BANGING LATER. I just fucking can’t with their smirks. I can’t. This isn’t the normal banter, this is the fuck me banter and I’m okay with it. Because right after the I-wanna-get-in-your-sweaty-jeans banter we have Ellie putting her HAND ON HIS GD HIP AS HE PASSES ONLY TO MOVE UP TO BOTH SHOULDERS. AND THEEEEEEEN HOLY HELL SOMEONE LIGHT A MATCH BECAUSE THIS BITCH ABOUT TO EXPLODE FROM SEXUAL TENSION. Is it possible to rewatch this scene a thousand times in slo-mo and still not have watched it enough? Because that is me. That will always be me. How are they so in tandem, so in sync as they look up mere inches from each other- directly into the other’s eyes knowing exactly how serious this situation is and yet pausing to freaking gaze longingly (read: have eye sex) at each other. And I’m sorry Nick looks down at her lips like three times??? For a good while too?? Sir nothing you said required you to look there. nothing. And also there’s no way his hands aren’t on her I thiiiiiiink they’re on her upper arms (based on the last shot as he’s walking to get the bricks) but like hold her tight Nick please. Also while Ellie doesn’t look at his lips (in this scene) holy shit those are some come-hither eyes if I’ve ever seen them. “I’m sure” ABOUT YOU. SHE’S SURE ABOUT YOU NICK. SHE’S SURE SHE’S READY TO GET SWEATY WITH YOU NICK. Like literally, this girl had been leaning up against the cement wall for a looooong time before he has to pass her and now, NOW that Nick has to pass her- SHE STANDS UP TALL. TO GIVE HIM NO SPACE. WHILE SHE’S STANDING ON A BOMB. BITCH YOU WANTED IT. That was a damn power move Ellie and I am not mad about it. She so easily could have leaned back, given him a ton of space to get around, but nooooooo she stands right there, middle of the tight opening and says yes Nick come get 1mm from my face, touch me here, touch me there, touch me everywhere don’t care 👀 while you pass. I’m sure I’m okay with it because you’ve just eye fucked me and it’s exactly what I wanted. And I mean come oooooooon just the underlying emotion behind both of their words. Nick isn’t just asking if she won’t move her foot- it’s his way of asking if she’s ok and she looks SO much better, more relaxed now that he’s with her. The tense, anxiety-ridden Ellie that was asking for inventory or snapping about him being overprotective, is now at ease despite still standing on said bomb- all because Nick is right there with her and if that doesn’t make you 🥺😭 I don’t know what will. Like she can’t even take her eyes off of him even after rude brother interrupts this gold moment of theirs until Nick has already completely turned his head towards the dude. She’s just so relieved to see him standing there, so close to her, feeling his warmth underneath her hands again.

Side note to prove my earlier point, when Nick casually reaches through to throw the bags of bricks through the door Ellie is leaning on the wall and THERE’S SO MUCH ROOM. HE COULD HAVE EASILY PASSED.

Nick looks like he literally wants to murder the guy, enraged that he’s the one who put Ellie in this situation again. We would’ve seen swan!Nick if it wasn’t for Ellie choosing this moment to finally share her feelings. Because remember- she’d decided she was going to reciprocate but knew it wouldn’t come off the right way before. Now’s the time. Now when the immediate threat to their lives is gone (excluding bomb of course). Now when they’re alone, they’re together, and she can look him in the eye so he knows she’s serious. He can read the truth in her eyes rather than doubt her words said across a jail cell wall.

“This isn’t about me, it’s about you” - well damn that got your attention didn’t it Nick??? So used to putting Ellie first, putting yourself second its weird to hear it come from someone else isn’t it? That someone is worried for your safety? That someone needs you living and breathing just as much as you need them doing the same? His eyes immediately change from Imma kill this man to did I just hear this woman right.

“I’m not okay with you getting blown up either” - first off, the parallelism is what makes this absolute *chef’s kiss* because Nick has literally zero chance of being blown up if he runs after this dude. Shot? Yes. But blown up? No. Ellie has chosen these words precisely to call back to what Nick said earlier. To make sure he’s aware she understood the weight of his earlier confession and is making the same one. They are on equal footing- their feelings are not only reciprocated but just as strong as the other. She could’ve said anything else but choosing his exact words was so poignant in the moment. It’s like the difference between saying “I love you” & “I love you too” compared to “I love you” & “I really care about you.” And the way she says it with such confidence, she isn’t playing around, she didn’t even *have* to bring up their previous conversation, she’s got determination etched across her face with a ghost of a smile on her lips. She means this, and it’s dying to bust out of her. And so the shock to Nick’s system is quite frankly understandable. This is Ellie - someone who hours ago didn’t even want to tell him who she was trying to make a phone call to. Ellie who has walls the size of Mt. Everest erected around her heart. Ellie who could have brushed off his earlier comments said from the safety of a cement wall between them. But no. This Ellie is all-in, she’s ready to own up to her side. She’s ready to lay it on the line just like him. Equal footing. If Nick is ready to jump, then so is she. And he’s just so taken aback- glancing at her lips, blinking through the shock as he processes. Processes the weight of her words on their relationship. He knows he could laugh it off, make a joke about his superhuman strength not allowing him to get blown up, or he could man up and take them both forward. Ellie doesn’t even flinch under his stare, if anything she becomes more confident, more resolute in her words and her stance. Her eyes searching his for what his reaction will be and for a brief moment I swear there’s a tiny bit of worry, a tiny bit of unease that he wasn’t ready for her to repeat his words back to him.

“Well, what are we gonna do about that?” Oh YOU HEARD. That smirrrrrrrrk Nicholas stop iiiiiit, Eleanor’s standing on a bomb you don’t need to light her on fire!! Because this is a challenge, a goddamn challenge. Staring straight into her soul saying, “oh you want me and I want you? How about we blow this popsicle stand and go get fucking sweaty ok? Because that’s what I want to do about that 👀🔥🔥🔥” and not only is the smirk sexy as hell but it’s also got this glint of elation. Like he could not be happier she said those words back to him. That he finally took Ziva’s advice, wasn’t a wuss and WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT IT PAID OFF. But his words also tell of a little nervousness. And not necessarily in a bad way, more as in a leaving it to her way. Putting her in the driver’s seat of this relationship knowing it’s where she’ll feel most comfortable. Given all she’s been through, like all of it not just the past week, he knows that she needs to be in control of how fast they move. And once again his chivalry and thoughtfulness of her is just- I cry. He doesn’t just assault her with what they should do next, he leaves it for her to decide. For her to weigh in on how far and how fast she wants to take them. And by the little shy smile Ellie gives him- she knows what he means. She knows her words have hit their mark and that he respects her enough to let her lead the way. And now she has to make her decision, a decision we DON’T GET TO SEE BUT I’M NOT BITTER IT’S FINE. But a decision nonetheless.

I honestly go two ways on this- the most obvious of hell yes they kissed right then and there and started *something* and then the bitter realistic one of they were probably interrupted by Gibbs (who was literally outside like right then based on timing) but also may have just continued to stare into each other’s eyes- still slightly taken aback by everything they just shared and what it means for them. Still unsure of how they “work” as people who *love* each other, not just partners. Having that reality sink in as they continue to face off and wait for a rescuer. That reality sinking in could lead to obviously very good things (that we better see on our screen or I will fucking riot) or a slight nervous closing-off. Like not quite closed off closed off, but a tiny retreat when the gravity of the day falls down on both of them. I don’t think either will believe they only said what they did because of the situation/moment they were in, but it’s still a lot to deal with after all is said and done. I sincerely hope they unpack this in the coming episodes and give us some direction of what happened after that jail cell scene.

I love the Torres told McGee about what happened today and I’m so curious about how much detail he told him lol but I also love that McGee has now received genuinely good advice from Torres twice now (the one about the reunion and now this). Just goes to show you the brotherly bond they have ❤️ but also that the advice was the same advice he literally lived out that day. Close calls make you live harder, almost as an affirmation to himself (Nick about what happened), but as something he knew McGee needed to hear too- they all do.

And then this bullpen scene - one, how far of a time jump is this and whyyyyyyy won’t they telllll meeeeee. They hate me. Two, Ellie coming over so close just to hand off a file that he doesn’t even look at 👀 three, THEIR SMIRKS. WHAT DO THEY MEAN. Because Nick is holding back the world’s biggest smile as Ellie gets close to him and Ellie is just all nonchalantly checking him out with a brief eye-sex scene. Like damn this fine man doesn’t want me to blow up and I don’t want him to blow up either 🔥 Now does this mean they absolutely got together and did the nasty after they got out of that cell? Of course not. We can only dream, and write fics. This ending scene is very reminiscent of what NCIS loves to do with their power of open-ended persuasion at the end of an ep, see On Fire for example. The ending music and comments combined with the shot of Gibbs leaving in the elevator is literally there to try and persuade you that he killed Xavier. In this ep, the ending music and voiceover combined with their looks at each other is there to try and persuade you they totally got it oooooon. Not to say they didn’t, but I don’t trust NCIS one damn bit.

All in all, cannot *wait* to see where they take ellick the rest of the season. Emily hyped this ep and man, she did NOT disappoint. Let’s see that shift that is going to ripple for the rest of the season now like Wilmer promised 🤞🏼

Oh and my only side note because this was insanely insanely long and if you’re still reading I’m proud of you for hanging in there with me & my screams into the void, send me an ask screaming back it’s ok I’ll love you for it—waaaas the whole team poking fun at Torres for using the word notable was downright hilarious. That and Gibbs trying to do everything himself, I can’t. Comedic gold. I love. I would go from dying of laughter to intense emotions so fast in this ep I got whiplash and for that, I am thankful to Gina. She always delivers 🔥

#ellick #WWR #ncis #lol this is literally a total of 6k words #what is wrong with me #don't answer that #hope y'all who stick with it enjoy 😘#18x06

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randomfandomimagine · 3 years

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10 Celebrity Crushes

I was tagged by @annibunnysworld (on my main, but I prefered to do it here), thank you so much! I have lots of celebrity crushes, so it was hard to choose just ten and it took forever to make up my mind. Here are a few that I adore and have liked for a long time:

Colin Morgan

Ever since I watched Merlin I fell in love with Colin. I think he’s humble, kind, hardworking, passionate and on top of all a great actor and very good looking! What’s there not to love? He also has a beautiful voice to go well with those amazing blue eyes 😍

Keanu Reeves

Keanu is so attractive, omg. He was attractive when he was young (especially in Point Break and Speed) and he’s attractive now in John Wick and in general. He’s such an amazing person from what I keep hearing, that has gone through so much trauma and pain and despite it all he continues to be kinder and kinder. Even if you don’t find him attractive, how can you not love Keanu Reeves?

Chris Evans

I got a crush on Chris when I watched Fantastic Four, but then he played Steve Rogers and not only made that crush come back much stronger, but he gave me one of my favorite characters. Chris is such a nice guy from what we see in interviews and such, he’s a great actor and I just think he’s adorable.

Joey Batey

I suppose he must have flaws as he’s (allegedly, he might be an actual angel) human, but I really can’t see them. He looks like a sweetheart, is a good actor, a talented musician and is so attractive in every way. It’s been around two years since I discovered him with The Witcher and I’m still very much in love with him, with Jaskier, with The Amazing Devil and with everything Joey Batey.

Madeleine Hyland

(GIF) // Much like Joey, I doubt Madeleine is human as she’s either another angel or a fae queen or something, she’s too powerful. Not only is she absolutely gorgeous, but her voice and talent and range and ugh! I really want to see her act because I know that’s another thing she’s good at.

Katie McGrath

Morgana, am I right? I immediately loved her in Merlin and the more I saw of Katie the more I fell in love. She’s so sweet and so cute? I really like watching her in anything (loved her as Lena in Supergirl) and I in fact adore Katie so much that she’s the face-claim for one of my most beloved OCs, Nissa. Katie is just a queen.

Max Mittelman

I’m so sad that not many people know who he is because I have the biggest crush on him and he’s amazing and he deserves more recognition. That cutie is Max Mittelman aka Saitama (One Punch Man) aka Ryuji (Persona 5) aka Tredd Furia (Final Fantasy XV) and a bunch of others. He’s my favorite English voice actor and one of my favorite people ever. It’s funny because I got to know him through Robbie Daymond, who plays Prompto in FFXV and who I learned made vlogs with his friends, one of which was Max and the other was Ray Chase (Noctis in FFXV) and their vlogs are one of the most fun and comforting things for me ever and I’ve watched them so many times I know them by heart but I still adore them. Max is just adorable, hilarious and such a passionate and talented voice actor.

Jordan Fisher

It might be that John Ambrose McClaren made me fall in love, but I’m crazy about Jordan Fisher. His soft voice, his tender eyes, his gorgeous smile, his sweet personality, aaaah! I also recently found out he plays Matt in Until Dawn? Damn, this boy is so talented!

Ewan McGregor

I have always loved Ewan McGregor and have seen almost everything he’s made (except for Trainspotting and a few other things I don’t like) and he’s one of my favorite actors, but he’s also so attractive to me? Damn, I’m super excited for the Obi-Wan show!

Johyn Boyega

This poor man deserved the world and Disney / Star Wars made him so dirty. He’s clearly a passionate person, a good actor and probably the sweetest guy ever. I just adored Finn and I wished he got more to do in the sequels, not only because the character was interesting enough to deserve a better arc, but because John deserved the spotlight, dammit!

Honorable mentions: Tom Holland, Wynona Rider, Andy Samberg, Henry Cavill, Margot Robbie, Bryan Dechart, Amelia Rose Blaire, Ezra Miller, Melissa Fumero, Lily James, Jennifer Garner, Anya Chalotra, Dev Patel, Pedro Pascal, Idris Elba...

#i might or might not be bi... idek myself #tagged #tag game #annibunnysworld #about me #celebrity crushes

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wooyoungqueen · 3 years

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Everyone we are almost to the end of this beautiful wonderful story. A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL WILL BE OVER SOON!!! And I want to say thank you everyone who reading i appreciate it also I can't be sad that this long book is almost over. In the beginning and look how far we made it through. And here it is the book cover of part 4

Part 4

Ch.36

Title: A deal with the devil

Warning: soft, emotional, smut.

Tagging: @rosegaming117 ,@spacepiratehongjoong @snailosaur @leaderienugie @immortal-imagination @truthhurts-atiny98

Today is the day I'm gonna be Mrs. Choi, when they were done putting my vail on I looked myself into my mirror and smiled until Julia came in her bridesmaid dress. Her belly is getting bigger by the minute and I'm glad she's here with me on this very special day. Well I'm glad everyone is here but most importantly my older sister, and I'm glad that she gave me her blessing. I was waiting for her blessing and finally this day I got it.

"Can't believe that, I'm getting married. Mom, your little daughter is getting married and I wish you were here as well." I smiled and bowed to the ladies who were leaving, I smiled at my wedding dress and my bouquet of red roses. "Hey, can I come in?" "Of course sis, close the door please.” She nodded and closed the door carefully then I hugged her tightly. “Thank you, thank you for giving me your blessing, big sister.” “Of course, Maria. I prefer you as a sister instead of forgive me to say her name but rather Kim Soojin. At least the Choi mansion is gonna be filled with light, and bright roses.” I hugged her carefully since she was pregnant and then smiled. “Your belly is getting big.” “Well, I am eating for two now. But I am glad wooyoung is with me on this, he and yeosang are getting the nursery room ready. They haven’t painted it because we are all waiting.” I smiled when Yeosang came in wearing a suit, for the first time ever and he was telling me. “San is taking my best friend away from me. But if he hurts you in any kind, don’t forget to tell me.” We both laughed at him flexing his muscles than I said to him. “I will tell you, Yeosang thank you for walking me down the aisle.” “Actually, I gave the job to your older brother, and I will be the ring carrier. Seonghwa is your older brother and a father to you Maria.” I hugged him and tried not to cry than Seonghwa came in. “Hey baby sis, guy’s do mind if I could say some words to my baby sister.” “Sure, come on Yeosang.” I saw my best friends leaving the room yeosang being a gentleman and helping her to walk than I looked at my brother. “Today is the day that my baby sister is growing up. I feel like a proud father. I kept my promise to mom that i would take care of you and I did.” “I love you big brother, and you're the best sibling that I ever have. Also I hope to god that you find someone who loves you, just for you.” We both stood there hugging each other as he pulled away and I locked my arm with his. “San, take good care of her. Please.” “Of course, Seonghwa and I will be together forever.” I smiled and then we prayed. “In the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit, Amen. Children of god, today is a very special day for these two lovely souls. San and Maria, may i have the godparents of lace please.” We smiled when Yunho and Jongho place it around our necks and yeosang step forward with the wedding rings, and the priest blessed them, than Wooyoung and Julia step forward. For the coins to be blessed, after we said our i do’s. “I choi, San. take Maria to be my beloved wife, until love, and death tear us apart.” I smiled and then I took the ring and said. “I Park Maria, take Choi San to be my beloved husband. Until our love, and death tear us apart.” We both smiled and saw everyone smiled. Then the priest said. “If no one wants these two to get married, speak now or forever hold your peace. Then San you may kiss the bride.” When I felt his lips brushed against mine I felt heaven on earth, he grabbed my hand and went out of the church and saw everyone clapping, our friends that became our family.

When we reach to the party we sat in our chairs and saw everyone dancing. Than we both dance happily to our song, until he was humming along with it and i told him, how much I loved him with all my heart.

“San, my love. I love you so much. You don’t have an idea of how much I love you.” “Maria, I love you more, you're my other part. I can’t believe that we are a married couple now.” I kissed him passionately and then he took me to a room and locked the door and started to attack my neck. All I could do was to moan how his tongue was nibbling on my sweet spot then he lay me down in the bed and looked at him. “I want you to be my first, San. please claim me.” “Of course Mrs. Choi, you belong to me, and this body is mine only.” I smiled than he began to remove my wedding dress, and shoes. Than he pulled away to take off he’s jacket, he tied my hands together with his belt and I could tell that lust was full of eyes and stuck his ring finger and middle finger and started to thrusted. “You like that my princess, you like your king fucking you with his fingers.” “Y-yes my king~ your Queen loves it so much. Omg f-fuck yes.” He kissed my lips again and then felt his fingers going faster. “San, fuck me with your cock. Please my king~” “my pleaser, ugh my god my Queen your tight. Your walls are clinching on my dick.making me go deeper.” He thrusted and then I moved a bit since it was my first time then he removed the belt away and clawed his bare, well toned back. He pulled out when I was about to reach my high and I felt his tongue working with my pussy. Then pulled his hair to go even deeper at this point I clinched our bed sheets. Couldn’t deal with the pleasure anymore than I came all over his mouth and licked my juices then pushed himself in and began to thrust while holding my hips. “Fuck baby, your taking my cock very well. You like it when I fuck you from behind.” “yes my king~ i'm your Queen please make me cum again.” I moved my hips on my own and moaned his name. “San, please I can’t any longer.” “Look at yourself in the mirror, while i fuck you my Queen. Shit i’m gonna come in or out.” “Cum inside of me, fill me up with your cum.” He came while kissing my shoulder and he thrusted a bit then pulled out and lay down next to me. “I love you baby, my queen, my everything.” “I love ya more, I don’t want to go back to the party.” “Same here, but our guest.” I looked at him and said. “Let’s stay like this for a bit.” “Okay my queen.” I traced my fingers in his tone abs. And smiled when he went to bed a bit, and I did too. After our nap we got cleaned up, redo my hair and make-up and walked down to greet the guest. “Welcome, thank you all of you guys for joining us on this very special day. Enjoy the drinks, food and the music guys but i will make a toast to everyone especially to my family. And I like to call Julia and Wooyoung to sing for us. “Come on love. Easy steps.” “What song do you want us to sing?” I smiled and then said. “How about everytime we touch.” “You got it.” Everyone was cheering and started to dance, when they finished we all clapped. “Bravo! You guys were amazed, your voice’s perfect sync. Thank you so much guys.” We all dance and enjoyed the night and I gotta say this was the best wedding night that I have ever had. Also having the family picture of everyone.

#a deal with the devil #ateez #orginalcharaters #san #jung wooyoung

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butterbeeryuta · 4 years

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chapter 2: shit colour schemes, bugs, and vegetables

This place looked nothing like hell. The moment we landed, we were placed in one luxurious apartment with a private pool and shit. How is this hell?

Purple-horn lady cleared her throat as she clasped her hands together. ‘Welcome to Hell 127. As you can see, you have a rather gorgeous apartment here, and is probably a very different image of what you thought hell was meant to look like. But that is only because humans are stupid. Keep yourselves warm and welcome, and ya’ll can call me later if you need any help, yeah?’. We all nodded at her, wanting her to leave as soon as possible. If it was not obvious enough, we wanted to have a magical vacation here in Hell 127. Imagine all the films I can watch forever, or even maybe paint forever— this is just simply amazing and irreplaceable. What she said made sense though. Maybe we are dumb because of what we perceive hell to be. From an early age, we learn that hell is a place for ‘bad people’ regardless of what your religion was. Of course, there was no possible way for living individuals to know how hell actually looks like, but damn are we brainwashed. In a matter of a second, the purple woman disappeared, and it was just us 13 embarrassed breathing-yet-not-breathing corpses.

‘Is it only me, or I really want to jump in that pool’ the girl with midnight blue hair asked. We all looked at her direction, not expecting the sudden voice to speak out. My eyes followed where she was looking, and I must say, the pool looked inviting. The clear water had pink and purple led lights shining on the edges; it was a whole disco party in a form of a pool. I love hell.

‘Didn’t you die from jumping in a pool and drowning for your Instagram feed?’ A rather deep female voice questioned.

BITCH YOU CAN’T JUST SAY THAT I—

The boy with caramel hair snorted at the girl’s comment, whereas Mark’s laugh filled all of our ears. I had this sudden urge to comfort the attacked girl, but I also wanted to high-five the other person for such bravery? Huh… no wonder I’m in hell. I’m just as mean as kpop stans on Twitter. Poor attacked pretty girl tightened her lips immediately, almost as if she was stopping herself from throwing an insult back. Or maybe she was just at loss of words. If it wasn’t obvious enough, I am absolutely terrible at reading people. And to think I wanted to be a psychologist. Considering we were technically going to live with each other for eternity, I had this sudden need to diffuse the tension, and being the natural leader I am since I was an art teacher for fuck’s sake—

‘Are you feeling ashamed that we all know how you died?’ A man with dark red hair asked. My thoughts were immediately cut short when he began to speak… and now I want to choke him for interrupting me. Perhaps I have a temper problem. Perhaps. The girl nodded a ‘yes’ at him, which only made the man give her a small smile. He had a pretty smile, I’ll admit that. But that gives me more of a reason for wanting to kill him. Though, there is probably no use in doing so since we are all dead anyway and well, we’re all in hell.

‘Well, don’t feel bad. My name is Yuta, and we all had embarrassing deaths. There isn’t a need to feel ashamed or upset sweetheart—‘

‘Oh cut the crap Yuta, stop flirting with people. I’m Johnny by the way. If you think he’s a therapist or something, no he isn’t.’ A 6’0” man interrupted him, which only made the so-called Yuta glare at the tall guy.

‘Ya’ll know each other?’ I asked, which for some reason caused Mark to nudge me. I raised my left eyebrow at him, giving him a ‘what the fuck’ look, but I probably should have guessed it: the bitch actually died from embarrassment, of course he’d be nervous talking to anyone.

‘Uh, yeah. Yuta is a drug dealer, and I was his personal accountant. We died together from stupidly running away from the cops and ran straight into a wall and well… a wall killed us’ Johnny said, scratching the back of his head, clearly not proud of his death. If I thought Mark’s laughter couldn’t get louder and funnier, it just did. Naturally, everyone laughed along with him, including myself. And just like that, we all got inside, sat on the huge couch, and got to know each other’s names and how we pathetically left Mother Earth. The blue hair woman turned out to be an ‘influencer’ on Instagram based in Korea— Jung Wheein. She claimed that she already knew that influencer wasn’t an appropriate term since she just posts pictures of herself, but it gave her money nonetheless. The girl who exposed her death was Ryujin; she had short dark hair, which only added to her ‘mysteriousness’ if that made sense. She didn’t tell us her story though. All we know is that she was an international student in Germany. The man who was ‘laughing in joy’ while watching his own death was Moon Taeil. His death was probably the least embarrassing compared to all of us since it wasn’t his fault. He was riding a horse and fell off midway and well… you know the rest. The rest of the people were Rosé, Jaemin, Jungwoo, Yuna, Momo, and Donghyuck. I would like to tell you their stories, but I honestly stopped listening. This is completely irrelevant, but that Jungwoo kid has been making heart eyes to everyone and I do not know what to feel about it.

We all eventually decided to call it a day, and because hell is such a magnificent place, we all had our own rooms with our names beautifully written on the door in gold. The first floor was already beautiful itself; a huge L-shaped leather couch with a perfectly carved wooden centre table to give it that home-like touch. The kitchen was huge as well, which made Jaemin squeal in happiness because he apparently liked to cook a lot. The kitchen matched the modern theme in the living room. The greyish marble decorated the room with a touch of dark brown to further amplify the modern vibe. It was like those pictures you see in model houses. The second floor carried out the same aesthetic. The only difference was that there was one corridor with 13 doors all spread out; 6 rooms on the left, and 7 rooms on the right. This was probably the first thing I didn’t like in this paradise-hell. It’s just too narrow and crowded, but who am I to complain. After saying our good night’s to one another, I walked up to the door with my name displayed on it: ‘___________ _____________.’ Taking a deep breath, my cold hand turned the knob.

Second biggest mistake of my life. Or afterlife per se.

What the fucking hell is this?

It was every art teacher’s nightmare. The colours of the room did not match at all, and the chosen textures of the fabrics and cloths made no sense. Who the fuck uses terrycloth, or towel cloth, as bedsheets? Who matches neon green with pale pink? And the paintings that were hanging on the room, they’re incomplete! The only good thing about this room was that I had my own poorly designed bathroom, but other than that, it made me want to go blind. Was everyone’s room like this? I left the room, not wanting to believe that I was assigned to that disastrous room. I knocked on Mark’s door to check since I technically tackled him in the plane. We have a relationship alright.

Nothing.

I knocked again.

Nothing.

Before I could knocked on the third time, I heard a muffled sob through the door. Was he crying?

‘Mark? Can I come in?’ I softly asked, unsure if what I did was the right thing.

‘S-sure, it m-might be scary-y though s-so try not to get f-frightened’ the poor boy stuttered through his tears. Did he find the colour scheme of the bedroom to be that bad? Unsure of what to expect, I slowly opened the door and, it was nothing like my room. The room had a white and yellow colour scheme, with those glow-in-the-dark stars scattered across the ceiling, resembling a child’s bedroom. Nothing was scary to be honest, until I saw what type of pictures were posted on the cream walls: bugs. Mark was scared of bugs. Mark was sitting on the floor with his knees tucked towards his chest, whereas his tear-stained face was hidden in his arms. As if he was my student, I crouched down next to him as I slowly rubbed his back.

‘Mark, they’re just pictures, they won’t harm you. But if it bothers you so much, should I take them down for you?’ I gently asked as I tried to calm him down. His teary doe eyes locked with mine, and he whispered a mumbled ‘yes’ through his croaked voice. I sighed in response, returning him a nod so he knows that I will take it off. Grabbing a picture by the corner I ripp— okay wow this glue is strong. Grabbing a picture by the corner with both of my hands, I harshly took it of— why isn’t it coming off?

‘Uh Mark, it’s not coming off’ I said, trying my best to pull it out, but it just won’t budge.

‘SOMEONE SWITCH ROOMS WITH ME WHY ARE THERE VEGETABLES ALL OVER THE PLACE THIS IS NOT COOL!’ Donghyuck shouted, which was soon followed by a shut of his door.

What the fuck is happening?

a/n: hehehehe i’m so ready to get to the main story in. bby mark is so precious omg protect him from this world 🥺as always, if you’d like to be added in the taglist, just let me know through asks <3

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bigscaryyanderewriter · 5 years

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Idea there is a horrid beast that terrorized the villiage, Every night killing the live stock, demolishing buildings, killing villagers. But luckily they found a way to stop the beast. Every few generations there is a ritual held to sastify the beast and leave the villiage alone. The ritual is the offering of someone who fits the description of the beast's old love, for the beast to take away to his den. 1/2

The beast (bakugo) was cursed to roam the lands forever and have his love ripped away from him. His love's soul is reincarnated every few years to live life again, growing up, looking the same when they first met bakugo but no longer holding the memories of their past life. I can only imagine the utter confusion of being locked away with someone who claims to know who you are and yet you have no recolection of who the heck the person infront of you is 2/2

So um, I took creative liberties, but omg... I really liked writing this.

Tw: Implied Sexual Assault, Yandere Themes, Captivity, Restraints

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You were the beast’s. Marked untouchable from such a young age, that you couldn’t really remember anything else. Your family ripped from you. It was tradition for your bloodline at this point, but you didn't know that. Once you started showing the true signs of what you were to be to the village, they forced the mantle of being the next sacrifice onto you. It started when you were very young. Daily lessons on how to act and drilling. They taught you what your place would be from the day you first bled.

That's why you were going to run away.

Originally? You accepted it. You knew no other way for yourself. Only the future as the wife of a beast who wanted the you from the past. A dead woman who was dust at this point, taken back into the earth.

It didn't change suddenly, but something in you questioned it. Questioned why you had to do this when everyone else made their own choices. They got to marry or court whoever they wanted. Bringing this up resulted in a talk about duty and the future of the village. Why should you care for the future if you may not live to see it? No one truly knew why the beast wanted girls like you. It could be companionship, a snack, or just to have fear control the village.

Though, it was also the things people didn't think you hear when it came to what they actually thought on your situation. About how they pitied you and how you were unfortunate. No, you weren't going to sit idly by and just be someone they told you to be. The beast could get over himself. Nothing could convince you to go with him. You had even forgotten your true family due to being separated at a young age. You were deprived of a childhood by the priests of your village. Everything had to be for the sake of the village and it sickened you. It wasn't your place, no matter how much they tried to train you.

It all clicked, the unfairness of it. The fact you wanted out. You wanted to run farther from here, to the other side of the earth. Anyway to escape this fate.

So you came up with a plan.

You crept through the dark night and into the forest to see the woman who would save you. The Gorgon. An old crone who took in girls who seeked to escape arranged marriages and abusives husbands. Even saving girls slavery and prostituting. Medusa was her name. Your mission was to find her. You heard whispers from servants at the temple of this to women who had blackened eyes and cuts from glass that their husbands caused. No one would protect anyone here, but you could leave.

No one would know who you were there. You would be free. Free to be happy for once.

You didn't know where the crone lived, but you knew the way to go. The trails to follow. You packed for a three day journey and took the golden coins from the offering to the gods to pay for your safe haven. Hopefully the gods would smite you if this didn't work out and you would be in no shape to marry the beast.

The snow fell, it was the week before you were to be sent to damnation. Darkness hugged the earth like a thick blanket, but warmed nothing. The cold cut through your layers like a knife and chilled you till your fingers shook as you avoided the eyes of others. The hood of the cloak you had stolen was up, hiding your face as the frost crunched beneath your feet.

The forest you could see was taller than anything you had ever known. It would be dense and full of danger. The danger kept the men and others who would seek to harm the sacred home of Medusa away… Wolves and cougars, things that could haunt your nights for years lurked there. With the right intent though, you could survive the journey. Just follow north and look for the creek with five heads of marble. You would be fine.

Before you could step through into the forest. You heard the alarm bells sound, torches were lit and chaos broke the village behind you as you proceeded to run.

They knew you were gone and the howling dogs called you back to your cage as you heart thumped in your ear like a war drum. It was the cold wind slapping your face and the fabric flying behind you as you sprint. You would never outrun the dogs. You needed to though.

This was so you could live!

The weight hit your back though and the wind escaped you. Everything turning frozen as time seemed to stop. You couldn't move. The freezing paws chilled you through the cloak as you laid in the snow. The dogs whining and yelping, barking as the swarmed you. You could feel the tears rolling down your cheeks as you looked at the dogs who were too kind to even bite you, pulling on your cloak. Snarling when you would try to get up though.

The horse hooves as the townguard brought you back, hands tied and lifted onto the horse. Being led back as you sobbed, finding yourself filled to the brim with nothing but despair. A warm bath waiting for you and a proper scolding like you are a petulant child.

"Don't you know what you could have done? You could have doomed us all. If it wasn't so close to the festival…"

The high priestess hissed, giving you a scowl. If she were given the chance to be a sacrifice, you know that she would in a heartbeat. She seemed to want to marry the beast far more than you ever would. Not that she could, she never showed any care though about that fact though. Or the fact she could be ripped limb from limb by it. You knew the horror stories of the blood running through the streets and the livestock being ruined… The town left ablaze and many other things that happened.

After more yelling, you were sent back to your room. A small bed with a comfortable mattress and a warm blanket you've had forever. The dress from the ceremony was hung on the wall, prepared for the festival. Prepared to be worn by you. It was white with red accents, a hair piece ready to adorn you and everything was set for it to happen.

The week of the ceremony was filled with ritual fasting, feasting and everything between. There were ribbons binding you to your seat. Food you hated, food that was her favorite, colors that were HER favorite, flowers that she had loved. You hated every single thing present. Gifts and offerings laid before you as you sat on the altar. An offering yourself. Not a person, but an object for the beast to take. They fed you and you could feel yourself getting fatter with the rich delights that left you vomiting after they took you back to your chamber. You would be locked in there now. The priests knew you wanted out and they would not lose the power they had over you, claws in too deeply for you to struggle against their wishes. It was hell. This was hell.

The night before the last day of the festival, they gave you wine and made you drink until you could barely stay awake. The high priestess whispering in your ear, only you could not understand. You could feel as her cold, porcelain colored hand ran up your thigh, other followers watching with fascination and laughter. The games that they made you play. How they trained you.

You heard the growl. The screams. The High Priestess gasping as she stood, going to bow, but finding a red mouth opened on her neck. Crimson rolling down. Jewels of a ruby necklace covering her neck as she fell. You saw fangs and claws like steel flashed through the crowd. The torches fell from the motion and a bloodbath took place as you fell into darkness, still tied to the altar. Fear still possessing you through the haze of your inebriation. You swore you saw the red eyes of the beast staring at you. A demon's gaze.

It made you feel the hollowness within yourself.

The heat and the sweat feeling like you were being crushed.

Katsuki wasn't going to let anyone touch his soulmate. He would have never let you stay here this long if he had known.

"Don't worry… You're safe now and I'll never let them hurt you again." He murmured into your ear, a voice hoarse and deep that made a shiver run through your core. His breath was soothing as he lifted you, warmth radiating from his body. Calluses on his hands scraping against your soft skin as he held you to his chest, bridal style. Horns twisted through his hair and fur.

#yandere bnha #yandere my hero academia #yandere x reader #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere mha #yandere bakugou x reader #yandere bakugou #bakugou x reader #reader insert #x reader #beast x reader #beast bakugo

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ask-forestville · 4 years

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Bloody Nightmare Ch2-p1: The rad moon reveal a secret from a book.

*Luna search for a simple book that could give her more clues. As she search around the book shelf luna found a odd book covered in rad. While taking a hold on the book by her magic,she looked right at it's cover and it said "The Red Moon".

*Luna set herself down on the floor,and begin reading about it's history. *The book read by a unknown author who claims himself to be the lucky one that escape from it's horror nightmare of a strange mare covered in red.*

*The author: Whoever reads this please come find me I lived near by a village called ponyville. Anyway please listen to me i wasn't like this before, I am born as a human with two legs and clothes that I wear, also had a simple hair on top of my head. As I come across this weird portal at first I was minding my own business walking towards my home. Of course I had to walk into the woods,it was the olny path where I lived. Anyway as I came into the forest path towards my home, that is where I meant this portal who appeared out of nowhere right in front of my eye's.

*Sadly to my curious mind which I dare not to get close of it's strange effect, but some reason it led me into it's grace. Like a feeling of warm-hearted jester leading me inside,While being under control by a female voice which I believed it was a female. "sight" I just couldn't believe that a simple portal can be so strong as it took a hold of me,sending myself into it's natural habitat.

To my very own eye's i never seen such full of dark red surrounding me,it was nothing but red! Everywhere I turned the woods are ran, the grounds beneath my shoes are ran,even the sky and clouds are covered in red!! "breathing heavily" but I must continue on my journey to escape,who knows it could be just my imagination that everything is red. It could be possible that I'm between sunset or that the weather change season. Which might be the reason why clouds are reflecting color's to the sky.

*Minutes later i begin running for my life from a horrible mare that is bigger then me, and that she all covered in rad. No! Much worse her dody is bleeding as her claws reach out beneath my legs trying to get me. If I wasn't running from those claws it would be the last of me. There's no life olny death i rather stay alive then being nothing but bones and rotten flesh. This mare just come out of nowhere, as i walked through the woods of fire I didn't notice her first glance behind my back, it's like a magician doing his magic tricks. What's more worse than being chased by a mythical creatures that doesn't exist in human kind. She started to speak in a frightened tone of death, at this moment i was super scared while listening to her word's.

???: You can run but you can't hide, I'll always be right behind you. *She giggles at the man in horror*

*As I continue on running from the mare she prove herself powerful as she turned me into...Omg I am beginning to transform into a pony!! With a shocked expression on my face i started to galloping in four legs?? At least I've got a sense of humour to myself "So long two legs and hello new life as a pony." I do hope I'm able to get away from her, she really scary and i don't want to mess with her not today not ever.

*It felt like day's had gone by so fast i really don't know what year I'm at, or even have a watch to tell time. Has it been forever being stranded by the forest?? I couldn't shake my feelings away because the pain inside burns beneath my soul. Tears dripping down my pony cheeks as I struggled to walk another step. while being lost with no signs of the red mare i began to notice a familiar portal

*Omg yes a miracle had happened as i saw a familiar portal in front of my eye's. Just in time now I can finally escape from this uhh I don't know a nightmare I could say, really doesn't matter if this was a dream or not I'm just so happy to get out. As I stepped inside the magic portal while being teleported into wherever it goes. I do hope and pray that it would take me back into my human world.

As I reach from the other side with my hoof, the portal itself kicked me out by it's magic and wow i said to myself, I didn't realize that this portal was a living thing. Like it wasn't a original portal at all it has a mind of it's own.

As the portal kicked me out I land on the ground with a oof. I lie down there for a moment then got up from the ground, as I open my eye's I've notice myself that I wasn't bake to my world. I was shock to see that I'm surrounded by colourful ponies and everything that's nice. For once in my life I was both disappointed but grateful at the same time, because I was somewhere peaceful for a change. And that's how my story ends founding this strange villege that I called home who knows how long I've been here,but what matters the most is that I am now safe away from that horrible thing.

#bloody nightmare #oc fanfiction #nightmare #oc story #bad dreams #red moon #raylee bloodmare moon

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chuckbass-love · 4 years

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Why Him? | Ransom Drysdale | Part 10

A/N : A little earlier than promised but hope you enjoy

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than my Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3. However, reblogs are welcome.

Why Him? MASTERLIST

Claudia’s POV

“I think you have some gossip to share” the familiar voice calls out. I look up “LUCY” we hug instantly, “Sit down. Strap yourself in girl” she giggles as she takes a seat on the chair in front of my desk. “Okay so the sex is a story for another time but anyways he rented out this Italian restaurant just for me and him” her smile is forming, close to bursting with excitement.

“Then a couple days after that, i met his family. I know it might seem a bit rushed but it just happened and i ended up having a big blowout with his uncle. Trust me when i tell you he’s a prick. Then we went back to his after and he asked me to be his girlfriend” and with that, she loses her self-control. Squealing away.

“So before we get into any of that, how is it?” knowing exactly what she means, i reply “On fucking point. Everything from the oral to the size of his. You know” we have to be careful what we talk about in the office. Ashley is pretty laid back but if he heard this conversation, we’d be in trouble.

“So... He’s a good fuck, a pretty boy and he’s romantic?” she asks, making a mental note in her head of all of his good points. “I see no cons in this man” i chuckle “well his family. Excluding his parents and grandad. His family are obnoxious and rude. His uncle asked me if he was paying me to be with him” she hangs her mouth open in shock. “I know. It’s disgusting. He apologised the next day though, which isn’t the point” she just shakes her head as i tell her all the details of that night.

Our gossip session is soon interrupted as Ashley knocks my door. Lucy stands up instantly, heading out to her desk. “So how did you find it?” he asks, i furrow my brows in confusion before realising what he meant. “Oh, Fashion Week? It was the best experience of my life. I’m forever grateful for the opportunity” he smiles, sitting on the edge of my desk. “It’s all part of the promotion. It was well deserved” i thank him again and he exits. I can’t help but feel like he wanted to ask me something but i brush it off and go about my day. Wishing for home time to roll around so i can kick these heels off. Eventually it does.

I leave the office and stroll onto the streets. My phone buzzes ‘I’m in the carpark doll’ i reply quickly ‘on my way’.

I reach the carpark and see him leant against the beamer. Grinning at me. “Hi, how’re you? and how was work?” he kisses my forehead, helping me into the passenger side. “It was good, got to catch up with Lucy which was long overdue” he smiles as he turns the key in the ignition. “I’m glad you had a good day. Listen, what are the plans for tonight?” he begins to drive to my place. I want nothing more than to spend the night with him again but i need some alone time.

My ex Jordan never allowed it, he claimed i was selfish for wanting it. So i’m naturally nervous to say this to Ransom. “Um, if it’s okay i was thinking i’ll just have some alone time, not that i’m tired of you i just-” he interrupts “Baby, that’s fine. You don’t have to explain yourself. I don’t expect you to be with me every second of everyday” he explains, moving his hand to its rightful spot. On my thigh.

Finally home, i kick my heels off and head to the refrigerator to grab a snack and some much needed wine. I pour myself a glass and head up to the bathroom. A bubble bath is also essential. This is my idea of heaven, this and being with Ransom in bed. I try to stop my mind wondering, going over all the things he did to me the other night. I can’t stop it. I feel this hunger in my stomach and i’m not hungry for food.

I brush it off and get into the bath.

It’s not healthy to live in each other’s pockets. It’s been a whirlwind romance from the get go. Each interaction made me want him more. But we all need alone time. I’m so glad he understood. If this were Jordan, there’d have been a row. I roll my eyes at the painful memories and sip my wine.

I step out of the bath, wrapping a towel round my body. I hear my phone ring in the distance, as i come closer i see it’s a FaceTime call from my mother. “Hi mom” i greet as i rest my phone down so i can change. “Hi love” i’ve not spoken to my parents in a couple weeks, not properly anyways. We text but rarely get the time to call.

“So how was Fashion Week? i wanna hear all about it” i shove on a New England Patriots jersey and fall onto my bed. “It was incredible mo,, being over there is like a whole other lifestyle. It was definitely a challenge but it was worthwhile” she beams at me. That proud mother look radiating off of her.

“Did you attend some of the parties?” she asks, a hint of worry in her voice “I did but not like that. I only had one drink and the only time i get drunk is with the gang every other Saturday” she nods “I know i know, i just worry. You know me” i give her a reassuring look.

“I feel like we’ve not seen each other in so long. Did you want to do lunch tomorrow when i’m on my lunch break?” her face lights up at the idea. She lives 30 miles away. “I’d love to, bring Lucy too. It’ll be a fun girly catch-up” she loves Lucy, they are practically the same person. “I’ll text but i’ve gotta go now. See you tomorrow”.

We hang and i text Lucy ‘BTW my mother is joining our lunch date tomorrow. She doesn’t about Ransom yet. I’ll tell her tomorrow but only the PG version’ send. ‘Omg i’ve missed Michelle so much. Ah i see, keep the R rated activities hush hush from mother dearest. Say no more’ i laugh at her response and then i head to the kitchen to get myself more snacks. I swear i don’t know how i haven’t gained weight from all this food i’ve consumed. I’m stuffing my face 24/7. If James were here right now he’d tell me to replace it with Ransom’s dick. His brain is pure filth all day every day.

*THE NEXT DAY*

I head into my office, setting my bag down on the floor and taking my coat off. I start shuffling through my paper work load for the day when Lucy barges in. “You got flowers” i look up to see a bouquet of flowers in her hands, my jaw dropping. They are beautiful.

‘Claudia,

Just some flowers to brighten up your day and office

Hope you love them

Lots of love doll

Ransom x’

“He’s literally the dream boyfriend. He gives you space but still likes to let you know that he’s thinking of you” she’s always been team Ransom. I don’t think that’s ever going to change. I place them on the table in my office, they do brighten the office up. ‘Thank you for flowers. They smell amazing and look even better’ i instantly get a response. ‘Glad you like them. They are beautiful just like you. Can’t wait to see you this weekend. Have the best day doll’ i grin to myself, placing my phone down to crack on with this pile of work.

Lunch time rolls around very fast. Time does go quickly when you’re occupied. Me and Lucy stroll towards the coffee shop. I spot my mom sat in the window waiting. “Mom” i’ve missed her so much. She pulls me into a tight hug then she moves onto Lucy “Lucy, it’s so nice to see you again” we all sit down once we have our food and drink. Oh and a slice of cake too.

“So what’s new with you Lucy?” i look over at her and is pot that smug smile. Oh no. She wouldn’t. “Not a dam thing but Claudia has a boyfriend” that bitch. “Thanks for that Luce. Yes i have a boyfriend” my mom starts clapping as she asks to see a photo. I know i only have one of me and Ransom. We took it on the second date in New York. I pull the picture up and hand my phone to her. She looks up and winks at me. She’s not a regular mom, she’s a cool mom.

“He’s very handsome” i roll my eyes with a smile on my face. “I know, god knows how i managed to get him” we all giggle. I know other girls like him and find him attractive. I see the way they look at him. It gives me an ego boost in a way. Makes me feel very good knowing i’m the one he kisses and i’m the one that get’s his time. I’m a lucky girl.

I start to tell my mom all about Ransom, spilling all of the tea. Except the steamy parts. I can tell her everything, I even told her when i lost my virginity but this isn’t the same. Home boy is rough in the bedroom department. To my mom, sex is something romantic and telling her about me calling Ransom daddy and him fucking me into oblivion isn’t exactly lunch time talk. Nor will it ever even be normal talk with her.

I look up and across the room, just daydreaming when i see someone i think i know. When i focus properly i realise it’s Jordan. Yes that’s right my ex-boyfriend Jordan. GREAT. I quickly nudge at Lucy and she looks over at him. He’s with a girl, a blonde. They seem like they are on a date. Good luck to the girl.

We finish up with our food and coffee and walk out of the coffee shop “You’ll have to come over and have dinner at my place with dad next week” i suggest “We’d love that. Maybe we can meet this boyfriend of yours” she’ll pounce on him if she does. We bid my mom goodbye and part ways on the sidewalk once we agree to make plans.

Time to get back to my stack of paper work. It’s going to be a long week at the office. I can’t shake the thought of Jordan at the coffee shop though. He looked happy which i’m not one to get like this but after all he did to me, happiness is the last thing that man deserves.

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some-ikemen-snob · 4 years

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Pee Pee Poo Poo (Masaharu x MC) Fanfic

Proofread by: @the-voltage-diaries :D

Yes the MC has a name, I’m sorry to those that prefer (Y/N)

I was going to make a version w/ (Y/N) and w/o commentary but I just could not be bothered

“Please come with me to a party!” Rina’s hands are clasped tightly together in front of her. A look of nervousness covers her face. When she told me she had something serious to ask of me after work, I wasn’t expecting this. She knows how much of a risk it is for me to go outside, being a wanted fugitive and all. I don’t care about what would happen to me, I just don’t want her getting caught up in any of my problems.

“You do know how ridiculous of a request that is right?”

“Yea… but it was worth an ask.” She sulks dejectedly, whatever the reason may be, I want to hear it.

“Why do you need me for some party?”

“A few days ago, some new recruits were talking behind my back. They were poking fun at how I didn’t have a boyfriend at my age and claimed I was just into hook-ups.” If only they knew who she was dating, they would shut their traps. The thought amuses me but I know Rina wouldn’t like it if I threatened them to shut up.

“I got fed up with their remarks and told them I’d bring my boyfriend to one of their parties.” Hachiko has always been the brave but stupid type. “I didn’t want to bring some random guy because I felt as if I would be betraying you..” God, the expression on her face was adorable. A fugitive like me doesn’t deserve someone as precious as her. “It’s okay, I’ll just tell them he was too late to make it.” I know what I’m about to say defies all rationality and common sense. But hey, a man’s gotta trust his gut, especially when it comes to his girl. “Alright, you win. I’ll come to the stupid party, but I’ll be in full disguise mode and lounging around in a corner.” A smile that is worth ignoring all the rationality in the world erupts on her face. “THANK YOU! THANK YOU!” Rina looks as if she just chugged a pack of Red Bull down. She gives me a peck on the cheek, much to my surprise. “I’ll text you the location and time when I get my hands on it!” Picking up her feet, she turns around and heads for her room. “Wait.” I grab her right sleeve. Confused, she turns her head around to face me and at that moment, I plant a kiss on her cheeks. “That’s payback for what you did,” I give her a smirk. She mumbles something underneath her breath but it’s inaudible to me. However, judging by her slight wobble back to her room, I can tell she enjoyed it.

The day of the party, Rina has instructed me to come meet her by the bookstore in front of the station. As I stare at my perfectly put disguise laid out on my bed, I get a knock on the door. Inui peeks his head into my room. “Can you go pick up some groceries?” “Sure.” I can make it back in time to change into my disguise then head to the party. “The least you could do is pick up ingredients since you don’t know how to cook a meal even if your life depended on it.” A mischievous Hino peaks his head in. As much as I would love to blast his head for making that comment, I could never while Inui was here. “What’s with the get-up?” Hino turns his gaze over to the disguise on the bed. “Nothing much, just don’t touch it, I’ll be leaving now.” I leave the base with a very clear feeling that Hino would definitely touch it.

Moments later, I’m walking through the streets as strangers stride past by me. That took forever. I grumble with my hands full of groceries, making my way back to the car. The last item on the list were these stupid tapioca balls that I basically searched the entire city for. “She better make something good with them.” I tuck the list back into my shirt pocket, the name of the preparator was written right next to the desired ingredient. Rina’s scribbled name looks petite and rushed. She probably had the idea to make bubble tea at the last minute. I put the load of paper bags into the trunk and slam it down sturdy. “Now let’s go home and-” “Masaharu Ryuzaki?” What? “I think you have the wrong person, sir.” “Then turn around and let us see your face.” Crap, I don’t have time for this. Best thing I can do right now is… RUN! I break out into a sprint, hoping to get these men off my track.

“There’s nowhere for you to go.” In the midst of the chase, I find myself face to face with an inescapable path. How did they manage to find me? This is the first time I’ve ever been recognized with my disguise in. These sunglasses should have hidden my identity completely! (No shade but that is actually his in-game “disguise.” A pair of sunglasses.) “Hear me out gentleman, I don’t want to fight you or anything.” “Do you not remember what you did to us?” “I don’t even remember who you are.”

< Insert the mysterious men explaining a crime Masaharu committed against their group as he shows Masaharu a scar he gave him during their previous encounter. I can’t be bothered to write this up >

Finally, he finishes explaining. I look up at the sun which has already begun its descent. I’m going to be late at this rate. I wasn’t planning on shedding any blood today but my girl’s going to be waiting for me soon.

I stuff the gun back into my pocket, the men lay in anguish on the floor. (Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor). I didn’t kill them, just immobilized their movement. I look at my watch which has bits of blood splattered on it. Agh, damn! That fight took a hell load of time. If I didn’t have my gun on me, it’d have taken even longer. Rina won’t mind me being 15 minutes late to the party...right? I steer the car through the bustling city, not even making time to get home. The groceries and disguise can wait, hopefully they don’t mind seeing bits of blood on my outfit. I park my car outside of the train station, getting out to look around for Rina. Damn, she’s not in front of the book store, probably already at the party. The building is of walking distance from the station and with a parking spot already found, I begin my walk to the party. Entering the party alone must have taken her a lot of guts, even after what she told her co-workers. Plus, I don’t want to look like I just ghosted her on this meeting. I grab my phone out, I already told Rina that I would be late but she hasn’t seen my message yet. Rustling my hair in frustration, random thoughts enter my brain. Maybe forcing them to shut up wouldn’t be so bad an idea? (LET IT ALL OUT LET YOUR FEELINGS OUT, LET THE WORLD KNOW WHAT YOU'RE ALL ABOUT - Zela) No, get it together, Rina wouldn’t want you to do that. As I’m walking through the area, I hear a conversation that perks my ears. “We’re now officially husband and wife.” A couple snuggles together, leaving the marriage bureau.

“I can’t wait to see my lovely husband when I get home from work.” While their PDA makes me stay away from them, it makes me think. If Rina and I were married… when she came home from work, I would be able to welcome her home with a warm (yet deadly) meal, we could take a bath together and afterwards (insert something definitely NSFW). These fuzzy imaginative thoughts fill my head for the remainder of the walk.

This should be the right apartment number, I study the text Rina had sent me a few days ago. Light emits from underneath the door and I can hear chattering from inside. However, none of the voices belong to Rina. I knock on the door before opening it with caution. “Hello, I’m Rina’s husband, Rasaharu Myuzaki.” (can you tell I put much effort into creating the name?)

“Husband?!” I can hear the shock come from a couple of girls. Crap! I got it mixed up with the couple’s conversation. (SPY X FAMILY REFERENCE, IF YOU GET IT, I LOVE YOU)

Before I could clarify the mix up, Rina speaks up on my behalf.

“Yes, Masa- Rasaharu is my husband, so with this, can you stop talking bad behind my back, Chisaki?” I glance at who I assume is Chisaki, the one who started all of this.

“Myuzaki, you’re covered in blood.” A gentleman offers me a towel which I kindly accept. “Thank you. I work as a butcher so I often deal with chopping up pigs, especially pigs that think it is okay to talk shit about my wife.” I give Chisaki a look that tells her she better leave this country or she’ll be dead by midnight. My plan works and Chisaki immediately gets down on her knees in front of Rina and begs for her forgiveness. Three other women who I can assume to be part of her posse also do the same. Rina looks relieved, having this situation come to a close, however, there’s a hint of unrest on her face. “Now that we’re done here-” I tug at her waist. “I will be taking my lovely wife away, I hope you all don’t mind.” The confusion on Rina’s face is clear as day but she still leaves with me after saying her farewells.

The ride to the spot was a silent one, where Rina just spent the entire time trying to rub the blood off my clothing and face. (omg girlfriend goals <3) “Where is this place?” I stop the car near the edge of a cliff, the both of us get out and walk closer towards the edge. Before us is the city and the night sky. The lights create an orange like hue over the city, making it almost impossible to take my eyes off it. Compared to the noise and bustle of the city, the deafening silence here almost sounds unreal. “Found this place a while ago, thought you might want to blow some steam off here.”

“How did you know I was stressed?”

“As if you would be satisfied enough with just an apology from Chisaki.” Rina gives me a warm smile. “You’re right.” She cups her hands over her mouth and inhales. “EAT (doodoo) HONEY! I BET YOU CAN’T EVEN GET A DECENT BOYFRIEND WITH YOUR RAT ASS A T T I T U D E!” At the end, there’s a quick silence but then we both burst out into laughter. “That’s my girl!” I cup my hands over my mouth just like what Rina did. “TALK (doodoo), GET HIT.” At this point, Rina is doubling over with laughter. This little screaming session continued on for a while until our lungs could not scream anymore.

“...I’m glad you came.” “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well...before I even entered the room, I could hear them berating insults about me. I felt really down thinking that maybe you weren't really coming.”

“I sent you a text that I would be late.” Rina checks her phone and looks at me with a sheepish smile, “sorry,” she laughs.

“But luckily, your amazing husband was here to save the day, right?” “Husband? That is a very bold thing for you to say.”

“Why? You can’t see me giving you a ring one day?” I throw a little joke at Rina but her reaction is completely different from what I expected. With her face beat red, she punches my arm.

“Anyways, didn’t you say you were going to wear a ‘disguise?’” I can tell she’s embarrassed by my joke so I let it slide. “You’re not going to question the blood?”

“I trust that you didn’t kill anyone?”

“You’re correct, just had to deal with some guys from the past.”

“Oooh, look at my hubby acting so brave and strange.” “Now look who’s saying husband.”

We spend the rest of the night just bantering as I think, ‘she’d make a lovely wife one day.’

EXTRAS:

“Shouldn’t we be going home soon? I’m hungry.” Rina asks me.

Home? Hungry? Food? OH CRAP. I left the groceries in the car. I think of how much the car is going to stink because of the fish that was left in there for at least an hour. Fuck my life.

When I get home, I remember that I left my disguise on my bed. Entering my room, my disguise is missing. Instead, there’s a clown costume on my bed and all the clothes in my closet are missing. “What the ever loving fuck?” And there’s only one person on this damn earth who knew about this and would do it. “H I N O.”

Rina’s POV:

I come into work with a bright and cheery face. On my way to work, I got a free coffee for being the one millionth customer and got to pet an adorable puppy. So, tell me why, do I hear Chisaki blasting her mouth off first thing in the morning? “I heard Rina was spotted in the red light district with someone.”

“And he looked younger than her, is she planning on being a cougar?”

This isn’t the first time I heard this from them. I did not want to start a fight right then and there.

“I was not in the red light district yesterday and I do have a boyfriend who is older than me, in fact. If you want to see him, I’m willing to bring him to a party.”

“Really now?” Chisaki looks me up and down suspiciously.

“Then bring him. We’ll all bring our boyfriends too so they can all talk.”

“Oh how considerate of you, make sure to text me the details.” As I walk away from Chisaki and her grouper, I begin screaming in my head. IDIOT, IDIOT, IDIOT, I D I O T. Ahhhhh, how am I supposed to ask Masaharu?

After Masaharu gives me a surprise kiss on the cheek, my face instantly reddens. “That’s payback for what you did.”

“I didn’t know revenge was supposed to be this sweet.” I mumble under my breath, hoping he didn’t hear me. My heart’s pounding a mile a minute.

Ah fuck, Masaharu didn’t show up at our designated spot. I’m standing in front of the door. I’m already late and even worse, my boyfriend isn’t here with me. What was I expectating? More than this being dangerous, it was plain stupid.

When Masaharu called himself my husband, my brain went full on meltdown. H-h-husband? Is he into marriage roleplay? Anyways, I can use this chance to finally shut Chisaki up once and for all.

“Why? You can’t see me giving you a ring one day?” YOU DON’T JUST RANDOMLY PROPOSE TO A GIRL LIKE THAT!!!!! DJDLDSSDF. I punch Masaharu on the arm to hide my embarrassment, THAT’S THE SECOND TIME ALREADY IN THIS FANFIC (yes I just threw a 4th wall moment in like that)

“Hey Masaharu?” “Hm?” “Why does the car smell like rotten fish?”

When I get to work the next morning, Chisaki comes up to me. “I’m so sorry for talking shit behind your back for a while now!”

“It’s okay, let’s put it behind us now.”

“But I do have to say, how come you never told me you had such a sexy husband?” Wait what, excuse the fuck me? You wanna fucking fight for my mans?

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golbrocklovely · 5 years

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only the lonely survive // colby brock - chapter fifteen: and about forgiveness, we’re both supposed to have exchanged

A/N: hey guys :) here’s the next chapter. some crazy stuff happens in this, so let me know what you think. i’ll be coming out with another request at some point soon, so be on the lookout for that.

description of the story

taglist: @ajosieface , @localsleeper , @julyrubyrose , @far-to-many-bands , @absolute-randomness-forever

trigger warning: cursing

word count: 2200

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After talking to Casey for over an hour about Colby and Brennen, I finally went to my room. Removing my dress from the other night and changing into pjs, I scrolled through my phone again out of boredom. I was gaining a lot of followers and subscribers, my dms were filled to the max, and people were tagging me in everything.

This is all a bit overwhelming.

I clicked on my username on insta and went down to my secret account: my Sam and Colby fan account. No one knew of golbrockloves, mostly because I never talked about it. I especially haven't brought it up to Colby.

How do you tell the guy you made out with that you have an instagram dedicated to him and his best friend without looking creepy? Exactly.

I slid down my feed, only to be met with pictures and videos of me. One video was a screen recording of my snapchat from yesterday, me and Colby in the store.

Why does that feel like such a long time ago?

The next couple pictures were from people's stories: screenshots of me and Colby dancing together, me and Colby next to each other in the kitchen, me and Brennen.

I bit my lip anxiously as I clicked on the comments. They weren't exactly bad, but they weren't great.

snc3lifee who the fck is she?????

samnccolbby her @ is skyebennett

lovely_sncc is she dating colby or brennen?

saramcc OMG COLBY AND HER ARE SO CUTE TOGETHER

solby5vr she better stay away from colby!! HES MINE!!!!

dolansnc why can't colby stand next to a girl without everyone shipping her with him? jesus christ this fandom

It was strange to see fans talk about me, as if they didn't know I would see what they were saying. Maybe having this fan account was a good thing: I could see how they all honestly thought about me without anyone knowing.

After reading more and more comments, I could tell most believed me and Colby were together. Or maybe me and Brennen. No one was certain. All they knew was that I was close to both. A lot of fans kept saying that I wasn't dating either one of them and that I was just friends.

While still lurking around on insta, I got a bunch of notifications from my personal account. I switched over to it to see I was tagged in multiple snippets of videos. Clicking on the it, I saw the face of Travis Marcus. He had uploaded a new video to his channel, titled "my truth".

Oh God...

I went to youtube and saw his video was slowly starting to trend. I clicked play and sat down on my bed.

Travis sighed, glancing up at the camera. "Hey guys, it's your boy Travis. Um, I have a lot to get off my chest right now. I'm sorry my energy isn't as high as it usually is. But, I needed to set the record straight. There is a lot of shitty things going around about me lately and I wanted to clear the air and tell you the truth."

"Skye, did you see-" Casey stated, dashing into my room. She stopped when she saw my phone in my hand. We both stood there watching Travis.

"So, as you guys know, I was recently accused of doing something terrible... of bullying another youtuber. I won't say her name because she doesn't deserve any more hate... or clout." His lips twitched, trying to cover up a smirk.

"As if he didn't tag you in the fucking video. Fucking asshat." Casey mumbled.

"One of her friends, Brennen Taylor, an old viner, tweeted that I made fun of her at a party recently. I just wanted to say that this is completely false. What actually happened was that I introduced myself to her. She claimed she was a huge fan and that she wanted to… get with me." Travis nodded his head uncomfortably.

What the fuck.

He continued. “I declined because she was extremely intoxicated. She then proceeded to get upset with me, made a huge scene, got kicked out of the party, and then I can only assume went to Brennen. He was also really drunk, which is why he tweeted in the first place.”

Casey gasped. “Are you kidding me? I'm gonna kill h-”

I hushed her, my eyes never leaving the screen.

“I have footage from that night, because I vlogged it. However, the audio got fucked up so I'm sorry for how muffled it is.” He admitted.

The screen changed to the night of the party. I saw myself standing in front of Travis, talking to him. The audio was complete garbage, low and muffled. I glanced over at the camera, only a moment later Travis nodded at it, smirking. Something I didn't see at the time. My face contorts for a second, he shrugs, and I shake my head, leaving immediately afterwards.

“Now, does that look like I was making fun of her? No. I would never do that. She was upset because I respectfully told her I didn't want to get with her after all her advances. She literally tried later that night to dance up on me, but I just wasn't into her. After I filmed this, she got kicked out for trying to hook up with another youtuber. I think she's desperate for views and just wants more followers.” He declared.

“So, don't give her that attention. And, don't send her hate guys. I wish her and Brennen the best honestly. Sorry this video is so short, I needed to get this off my chest. I hope you all can understand. Peace.” He threw up a peace sign, and then pushed his hand into the lens of the camera, the video fading to black.

Stunned silence fell over the room. Neither one of us could speak.

“Is this real life? I kinda feel like I've had this nightmare before.” I whispered.

“He can't be serious. Does he really think he can get away with this?” Casey shook with rage.

“Why wouldn't he be able to? He has almost a million followers. I just passed 2,000, if I haven't already lost all of them.” My voice faltered.

“I'm gonna call Brennen and see if he can help.” Casey left quickly, pulling out her phone.

I laid my back against my bed, closing my eyes. I took a couple deep breaths, trying to slow down my heart-rate.

That's it.

I sat up quickly. I went over to my desk and pulled out my camera. Setting it up on my tripod, I got comfortable in my chair.

I sighed deeply, then turned my camera on

"Hi everyone. I didn't think this amount of drama would happen to me so soon in my youtube career, yet here we are." I joked.

"I'm sorry if this video is a little all over the place. I'm not editing it. I'm just gonna post it as is.” I clapped my hands together, trying to stop their shaking.

I cleared my throat. “If you don't know, I'm the girl Travis Marcus made fun of. Or he claims he didn't make fun of. I need you all to know that he is lying. I'm not sure why when he could easily just admit he fucked up and apologize. Instead, he did this.”

“I want to tell you guys what actually happened that night…” I stated, looking directly at the camera.

I began to explain that party in detail: how Travis came up to me, how he flirted with me, only for him to make fun of my appearance and film it. I then went on to explain how I left the party because of him ruining my night, only to be told a couple hours later that he got kicked out of the party because he started a fight with Sam, Colby, and Brennen by throwing his drink on Kat.

"I have four witnesses, plus my best friend. And Big Nik's security team could easily corroborate my story. On top of all that, I have this."

I grabbed my phone, pulled open my dms on twitter, and found Travis' message to me. I showed the message to the camera, letting it focus on his words.

Travis: please tell Brennen to take down the tweets. Things are getting out of hand. I apologize for what I said.

"Why would you apologize for something that you didn't do? All of this could have been avoided if you wouldn't have made fun of me. I get you're 'famous' and have the ego the size of a tractor-trailer, but that doesn't mean you get to make fun of random people because they don't fit into what you think is attractive. Be nicer. Be kind. And stop lying to make yourself look good."

I reached over and turned off my camera. I paused, my breath hitching in my throat for a moment.

Holy fuck, did I just film that?

/ / / /

I felt cozy surface beneath me tremble slightly. Three times in a row. I opened my eyes, glancing around my dark room.

Was all of that a dream?

I slid my hand over my bed, finding the item that was vibrating. I turned it over, my eyes closing instantly from the bright light. Squinting, I saw messages from all different people. But the most recent made me smile softly.

Colby: are you up to talk?

I shuffled my body upwards, leaning over and turning my light on. I gazed over at my sleeping laptop, my camera still plugged in. The memories flooded back to me. I uploaded a response to Travis, and instantly fell asleep from anxiety induced exhaustion. I didn't even want to see if anyone supported me or not.

Unlocking my phone, I went to Colby's message immediately.

Skye: just woke up. i'm down to talk.

Moments later, my phone started ringing. I answered it. "Hey Colby."

"Hey. How are you doing?" He asked sweetly.

I chuckled. “I've been better, that's for sure.”

“How long have you been asleep? Everyone's been trying to contact you.” He stated.

I shrugged. “Right after I uploaded the video, I fell asleep. I was just too stressed.”

“I'm sorry to hear that.” He apologized.

I held back a smile. “It's okay. I'm alright.”

“So, I guess you don't know what happened.” Colby replied.

“No, what did?” I questioned.

“Travis deleted his video.” He deadpanned.

I sat up quickly. “Wait what?”

“Well, after you posted yours, Brennen and I talked to Big Nik and we found out from him that his friend John was recording a snapchat during the fight that occurred with all of us in it. It shows Travis getting pulled out of the party yelling essentially what he said to you at everyone.” He informed me, continuing. “He cussed and screamed while he got kicked out, and John sent the video to Messy Monday, and they uploaded it to twitter. It's been trending for the past couple hours.”

“Holy shit. So, the snapchat proved me right?” I muttered.

“Yep. Travis took down his video. He's been radio silent since.” He laughed.

“He probably left a few choice words for me.” I said, rolling my eyes.

“If he did, let me know. I got some unfinished business with him.” Colby joked, causing me to let out a laugh. “Besides, before he deleted his video, Sam, me, Kat, and Brennen all came out on twitter and said that you were right. On top of that, apparently a thread was created of how rude Travis has been to fans. So... he's kinda done for.”

“I wouldn't be so sure of that. He'll be back in less than a month.” I scoffed, pulling my blanket closer to me.

“Well, even if he does come back, everyone will know you were right.” He reassured.

I picked at my blanket. “Tell that to his fans.”

“Enough about Travis. Is there anything I can do to get your mind off of him?” He requested.

I sighed. “Like what?”

“Go out with me.” I could hear the smile in his voice.

“What?” I choked.

“Go out with me. Where ever you want to go, I'll take you there.” Colby promised.

“When are you taking me out?”

“How about tomorrow? Say eight P.M?”

A smile rose to my lips. “Okay... that sounds good.”

“Where do you want to go?” He inquired.

“If you don't mind it... I kinda want to stay in for a bit. Hide away from the world. Maybe you could come here? We could order take out and watch some movies. And cuddle?” I bit my lip nervously.

He agreed happily. “That sounds fantastic.”

“Good. I can't wait.” I beamed.

“Is there anything else you want to talk about?” He mumbled, yawning.

I shook my head. “No. Besides, you sound like you need to go to sleep.”

“I'll stay up if you want me to.” He admitted.

“No. No, I'm okay really. You should get some sleep.” I declared.

“Alright. I'll see you tomorrow.” He responded.

“It's a date.” I smiled.

“Goodnight, Skye.” He whispered.

I giggled quietly. “Goodnight, Colby.”

<< CHAPTER 14 || CHAPTER 16 >>

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randomkposts · 4 years

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The crack twilight shipping conversation

E :-"I took care of those girls who spread rumors about you"

"What girls?"

"Not important "

I have back flashes of this kid and I'm like yo she scares me.

K : Jane is terrifying. Just not in the same way to Bella as she is to others.

"We are going to Yellowknife, so you can see the northern lights at this time of year! They are glorious! This guy has agreed to fly us."

"Jane, I don't- wait, why is he shaking"

"Juicebox is also excited to see the northern lights"

Shaking man: "Absolutely ecstatic"

"I made sure that all the warm clothing fits your size! It's even real fur! "

Crack twilight ships

K - E, Crack AU, where Jane is the one who imprints on Bella, going after James for crime, and Bella has to deal with the insane situation of "I think I was kidnapped by a child, and the child is trying to woo me."

Except Jane's Idea of wooing is terrifying and surreal, and has some pretty bizarre stuff to try to impress her.

"Jane-"

"But let's double check!"

E -OMG

K :-”Jane, why do you always give people such strange nicknames? Quickmunch, O delicious, lunchmeat, mosquito bait, and now juicebox?

Except for Jaccob, who you just called stinky

Why do you call him that?

-Because he just is

He doesn't smell any worse than any other athletic teenage boy. You haven't even seen him since he got sick.

Hey, does she have a nickname for Bella, you think?

E -Jacobs sweating furiously at all these vampires

K -It's because he's a wolfy shapeshifter, but for story purposes, Jane has no Idea, just that she hates Bella's childhood friend.

Alec, who is back in Voltera, but Jane talks on the phone too, assumes she's being possessive of who Bella spends time with, and views him as a rival.

He tells her that.

E - The fact he face times this stuff. Supportive bro vampire.

K - Don't kill the rival Jane. Bella will be crying, and you don't want to spend time with her mourning. Maybe take her on a trip, and get some personal time

E -She does, but also scares ppl to give them cool shite.

K -I had a crack thought once, where I thought what's the randomest most out there mates I can give vampires. , where Jane's mate was a random old man that she met in the food chamber, was like ,"wait don't kill him!" It became quite a debate.

Alec's, on the other hand, was a toddler he met on a job, where a lady had been vampired, and had bad control. The kid wasn't even related to the target, just on a walk in a bad place and time. He can't get the face out of his head.

Neither of them are decided on who has it worse.

But Bella being shippable with almost any vampire in the series has way more potential for comedy.

Still, question, does Bella ever come to return the affection?

Edward is hundreds of years older than her, but looks roughly around her age. Staying beautiful, and around his age was something Bella found important to her in their relationship.

Jane, for all she is also centuries older than Bella, can not easily be mistaken for a young adult. Admittedly it could be claimed, possibly by dwarfism, but given that physical appearance is important to Bella, and plays a part in her affections to other people, how would that play into any potential relationship with Jane?

K - God, weird how what starts as crack, leads me to wonder about real questions.

If that random old man is in fact Jane's soulmate in the crack mate's verse, should she take her mate in the form she finds him, or eat him and hope he reincarnates. Is there only one possible match, or are there potential matches walking around that finalize when conditions are met? Is the old man, at his age, fit to be a mate to a centuries old vampire of a young body? What if he's amnesic. How would that translate to vampirism?

Should Alec keep tabs on the toddler who could be his mate, or let them go and hope for another chance encounter?

E -Probably yes, even though you are aware she is older than you, she is mature maybe *I debate on that due to they stay in that state forever* but you can't get over the fact that is a child's body

K -If Alec chose to keep tabs, when would be the time to reintroduce himself? And how?

E - I say let them go, cause this is a bit too close with the Renesmee and Jacob kind of thing

Hmmm I say reincarnation is kinder?

K-Is reincarnation even real, or a hope?

How would you find them?

E -They have vampires, werewolves and shit, but does reincarnation really draw the line?

First off how did they even know they were mates?

K -It is, though I can't see Alec child napping the toddler, and raising them himself

Some voice in their head screams "Mine!"

Edwards was just weird, because he thought his voice meant " my meal"

E -Bwhahaha

Oh God Eddy

K -The Cullens are unusual in that they turn people in life threatening situations.

Still,Carslie and Esmae certinally had some affection between them, before she commited suicide.

Why did Rosaline get Emmet turned again?

Beyond the bear wound, I mean?

She doesn't seem the type to go out of her way to do something like that for just anyone.

Maybe it was blurred by the blood, and the need for control, but something about him called out to her, I think.

"Rosalie confessed to Bella that she saved Emmett from dying because of his innocent look, dimples, and curly hair that reminded her of her best friend Vera's child, Henry, and that ever since the day she saw the baby she always wanted a child of her own just like him."

Somehow, I doubt she looked much at the appearance of someone covered in blood. She is trying to resist killing after afromented bear mauling.

That sounds like a post rescue justification.

E - True. Always wondered about that.

K - Anyway, I think he might just send Gianna, or something to guard the kid for a bit, if he decided to keep tabs. Gianna is just glad to be temporarily spared, and hopes that job success may mean Alec turns her into a vampire, or at the least, doesn't kill her.

E -Shot, i would make sure that kid have the best life ever if that means he doesn't kill me

K - But anyways, to a vampire who is not rescuing a human from a dangerous situation, or abstaining in general, sometimes they get a sense of "Mine!" About humans they see.

Jane, as a member of Voltri, where mates are occasionally found like this, has heard, and does not question, and in fact jumps on the opportunity.

Her human smells delicious, and is resistant to her gift, and absolutely perfect. Now, how to not kill her, while making Jane the center of her world.

That kid has aunt Gianna, who is not really an aunt, but is... A family friend now, and full intent to make the kid happy.

Gianna is a dead secretary as of Breaking Dawn, I think, But Alec has a need for the human, so he can borrow her.

She's well aware of her morality, at this point.

Also, get rid of that James guy, who found Bella while she was hiking in the woods, in this verse.

E - Yeah lets get rid of him!

Honestly the image of a grown asa man getting his ass handed to him by some 12 year old cracks me up.

K -While Bella might find inclination to view Jane romantically, possibly, sexual orientation may be an issue for her.

In cannon, Bella had the higher sex drive then Edward, and would have prefered that to marriage, indicating she may have a higher sex drive then romantic inclination.

Book Bella didn't show much interest in women, and I don't know what way she swings in this AU, but either way, that Jane has the body of a child would probably complicate things in that aspect.

Would Bella be exploring cross orientation here, or having a crisis for her finding a sex drive for someone who's body is closer to a childs then an adults?

Both would be complex issues.

-It does!First she takes him out with mental fire, then she fights and tears him up, in hopes of impressing her would (will) be mate!

E -Crisis at the sex drive, cause again kids body, and I'd be hella creeped out. And orientation since I haven't seen her show much interest in woman so that's a lot of issues for her to start on

"And here we see the alpha female show her dominance by obliterating the high male in order to impress her mate"

K - Its kind of weird to even talk about it, yes.

But it would come up in this context

Bella herself, would probably be creeped out

Jane, might be less so, due to being centuries older than her, and living in a different time with different marriage standards

E - Bella is like "oh honey no, that's. ..no"

K -Jane was born in England around 800 A.D, the daughter of an Anglo-Saxon woman and a Frankish soldier.

She was 12-13 when transformed.

Let's bump it up to 13, because while both are far too young for being burned at the stake, 13 is slightly more

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Was reading this

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"Contrary to Victorian beliefs that pale, delicate women were the most attractive, Brown says that actually, muscles are key. It's the earliest known example of #fitspiration:

"All women would be healthier and none the less beautiful if they possessed firm muscles and strong limbs; this scarcely any one could controvert."

Even if she wants to consign herself to a life of singledom: "And if a girl never intends to marry she should be none the less mindful of her health."

Brown explains that women are often less inclined to discuss sensitive maladies than their male counterparts. But that's wrong.

"Young women should learn that to neglect disease is to create more," he stresses.

"Secondly, they should appreciate the fact that, though they may get very little sympathy from either the other sex or their own, there is no execuse for not taking their complaint boldly and sensibly to that quarter made for them, namely, their doctor."

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And this guy sounds kind of radical for the time, and possibly today even, for some, but why does that last line still feel relevant to today's attitude of women's health.

#Twilight #crack shipping #Random K #A conversation with my friend #we share ideas #and worldbuild #bella x jane

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