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rosie-writings · 26 days

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For Just a Moment I'm Whole Again

Request: anon—ghost!Reader falls in love with Colby

Summary: ghost!Reader finds out that her twin flame is Colby who was born decades after she died, and upon meeting him for the first time, she needs his help to usher her on to the afterlife to be free from the purgatory she roams.

Warnings: ghost!Reader x Colby smut, Age Gap, Bittersweetness, light Angst, Fluff, and Twin Flame relationship

Words: 6.6k

No Y/N Use

Title from 'Calcutta' by Sleep Token

A/N: Technically, Reader is 19 while Colby is 27, however she died nearly thirty years before he was born, so who's older?

I stopped crying about it a few years ago.

Maybe a decade or two, I wasn’t quite sure. It’s not that I was upset about how I died, I almost forgot the pain of it all, I was upset because out of everywhere I could have died, it was in a house.

A lonely house.

After I died, apparently my friends were too traumatized to keep the house, so they sold it. I tried to get their attention. Everyday I tried to convince them that purgatory was real and they forced me into it by leaving. What was I supposed to do alone in a house that no one wanted to buy because a death occurred?

When I found out that they also rumored to their realtor that it was haunted, I wanted to slap the lives out of them. Of course it was haunted; that was your best friend trying to get you to look at me for once before I could never see you again—

I cried for years.

No one bought the house.

I slept in the king sized bed in the room upstairs alone and cold.

There was a hotspot in the middle of the house.

The house was built upon a particular mineral that ushered in traveling ghosts, and the convenient vortex in the center of it aided their arrival. Occasionally I met other ghosts and other inhuman beings that couldn’t care less about me. They probably had millennia of experience navigating the afterlife’s purgatory on earth while I was only a couple decades old.

I think I died in 1971. I couldn’t remember.

The day this house was bought, I thought I was saved.

Instead, major renovations took place. They ripped the nostalgic wallpapers off the walls and tore out the carpets that my human and ghostly feet were all too familiar with.

”How about you chose an actually appealing pint this time, motherfucker,” I spat at the contractor who walked right through me in the main hallway upstairs. I rolled my eyes and followed him into the primary suite.

Today was the day they renovated my bedroom.

”I wonder how many years it’s been; you look fucking weird. Do all men have that silly ass haircut or something now?” I asked as I sat on top of the ladder in the middle of the room. “Thanks so much for bringing your tool batteries in here. You don’t need those do you?” I felt their powerful buzzing. I felt the electricity waving through the room and I sucked it all up.

With every minute that passed, I felt stronger and stronger, until.

”Oops—“ I sighed in boredom as I knocked a paint can off the top of the ladder.

The worker whirled around with wide eyes and basically looked at me in mine, but he saw through me. I rolled my eyes again.

“You humans are all the fucking same. God, I was so damn embarrassing as a human. Can’t you at least try to talk to me? I’m so fucking—“

His co-worker called his name and walked in the room.

”What the fuck have you done?” The second shouted. White paint pooled on the concrete below me.

”At least you didn’t put floor in yet—“

”It just-It just fell! I didn’t even touch it! I put it up there like 20 minutes ago and-and it just fell!” The second worker grumbled and picked up the emptying can.

”They said there was some poltergeist activity in this house which is why it took fucking 50 years for it to be sold again.”

50 years?

My lack of heart nearly fell through the floor.

I sat on the ladder looking through them this time. 50 years? I was stuck here for 50 years with nothing to do? No one to talk to? I wanted to cry. Ghost cry sessions weren’t as satisfying as human cry sessions.

I had to get out of here.

I had to—

I stole the energy from all their equipment, but it was still not enough. Even with the electromagnetic energy pulsing through my spirit, the hotspot wouldn’t take me.

“Come on,” I grumbled. I looked through the vortex and saw spirals and spirals of unveiled spirits traveled through this purgatory called earth, and yet none would grab on to me. What was beyond? “Please! Take me! Get me out of here!”

I broke down crying again.

This was the biggest chance I had in order to leave and not even it was enough.

I curled up in the middle of the floor there and cried until I fell asleep.

Later, when the sun was high in the sky and the house was vacant, I woke up.

As I stood, I appeared in the master bedroom so I could sleep in the bed—

“What the fuck?” I asked to nothing.

The walls were white, the flooring was finished with deep warm floorboards, and the bed frame was a plush cream color with a creamy duvet.

“They did this fast. I wonder how long I was asleep for.” There was a dresser, two nightstands, and a desk that all matched in a deep brown, practically black, wood finish. “We go 50 years in the future just to be completely devoid of all color. Jesus fuck.” I curled up in the bed regardless. “Oh my god,” I moaned loudly. “Actually, I take all that back. I will give up any color in my life to feel this mattress if only for a second. This is how technology should be used, oh my god…”

I don’t remember finishing my sentence, I fell unconscious again.

I woke up to the sound of voices.

I shot to the foyer in a blink of an eye and I saw a family. A mom, a dad, three kids, and a dog, and I nearly cried on sight.

”Hello! Oh my god, yes thank everything good and mighty. You bought this house? I’m not alone anymore!” The dad walked through me. “I’m so excited—Oh my god your dog is so cute!” I fell to my knees in front of the Husky and it howled a talking fit at me, and when I raised my hand to pet it, it ran away from me so fast that it slid across the floor on its nails. “I’m not that scary, I don’t think,” I sighed and stood up again.

There was a girl, probably fifteen or sixteen, who walked right past me with something in her hands.

”Oh what’s that?” I asked as I followed her. The rectangle in her hand illuminated back at her like a TV screen and her thumbs furiously typed on some kind of keyless keyboard. “Holy shit! Is that one of those phones that all the futuristic movies talked about? We have them in the real world now?” I nearly screamed. I plopped into a vacant barstool next to her. “I would have loved that,” I grumbled. I devised a plan to steal it from her in her sleep and play with it all night.

I watched as she turned it on again.

”A passcode?” I questioned and I was ready to memorize it, but suddenly a blue light scanned down her face and it unlocked by itself. “Now that’s—“ I got out of my seat and backed up from her. “That’s weird. Can that detect ghosts?”

“Come on! Let’s go in the pool!” I gasped when the younger boy ran right through me and out the backdoor. I smiled when he cannon balled in the pool out back.

“Lukas! It is 40 degrees outside, get your ass in the house now!” His mother screamed, and I laughed.

“Oh yeah, they put so many cool pool toys in the chest out there,” I told him as I stepped foot outside. “You would love them in the summer though. It’s pretty cold—“

I must have walked too far out of the house, because in a blink of an eye, I teleported back in the middle of the vortex.

”God help me,” I sighed, and I started to devise my game plan to get into that girl’s device in the night.

It wasn’t easy.

The moon was high in the sky, and I walked in the girl’s bedroom cautiously. Not like she could see me, but I could make noises and I didn’t want to scare her.

Her phone lay on the table next to her bed with a cord coming from it, and she slept soundlessly next to it. I picked it up.

It illuminated to life and I gasped. I read the time and date.

2:35am, December 20, 2021

”Oh.. my god…” I whispered slowly.

2021? That wasn’t a real year. It had been 50 years that I was—

How was I going to get out of here? I needed out. First I needed this girl’s device. I grabbed it, and when it scanned my face, it said it was the incorrect Face ID.

I pointed it at the girl cautiously, and after a few recalculating aims, it unlocked. I brought it back to me and saw so many colors I didn’t know which to tap first. The entire screen responded to my touch.

I flicked through the squares on the screen and with each one, I read more and more paragraphs about people. It looked like the news or something. I couldn’t believe how amazing this device was at taking photos.

“I don’t understand,” I whispered. The squares where it seemed like I could communicate with other people intimidated me; I didn't understand who I was talking to so I tried to get out of it and go back to the original place where all the squares were. I accidentally swiped and it moved the screen and I tapped out of it. That was how you got out of it, got it.

I found another app that was red. I clicked it. This time photos with short captions were the only things I scrolled through. After a second, I clicked one to make it larger, but instead, it brought me to another screen and a video began playing.

The audio was so loud and clear, I gasped and tried to figure out how to silence it. The girl disturbed next to me. The button I clicked turned the volume down.

A video played of the same photo I clicked on—

Those weren’t photos, they must have been paused videos or something. I watched and listened and it was actually entertaining. After the video ended, I clicked another.

And then another.

And before I knew it, the sun peeked over the horizon. The time read 7:30am. I had been watching these videos for five hours.

I put the phone down and walked out of the room.

I would have loved 2021.

I did it again the next night.

I sat there on the floor against the nightstand and watched more videos.

Video after video, I started to remember the names of the people who posted them. I didn’t remember the rabbit trail I went down; recommended video after recommended video led me to one that made me stop my jumping around.

It was a video of two idiotic boys messing around in a haunted house.

Now, I never was into haunted or spooky things when I was alive, and being dead now, I would say that I had a pretty large say in and experience in what these boneheads talked about.

I didn’t expect them to be so respectful. And considerate, too.

I watched as they talked to spirits in the house, and it was startling to watch humans interact with us spirits from their perspective. I forgot that that was all they saw.

I forgot how limited I was when I was trapped in my human skin.

How silly they were; it didn’t matter that they would have been seven years older than I was. Most of the people were children on YouTube, and they were the worst of them.

Sam and Colby certainly made me laugh, and their means of communicating with ghosts even more so.

There were some videos that scared me.

I liked the two a lot, and I didn’t want them to get hurt or manipulated by demonic forces. I had seen demonic forces firsthand, and humans were stupid enough to summon them. If I was afraid of them, humans definitely should have been.

The way they assumed everything was as sinister as they did made me laugh the most because the majority of spirits communicated with them were teasing them and cracking jokes. The boys took everything too seriously, but that was why they were so good.

They cared.

But one of them, Colby, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of. It was like I knew him. Warmth spread through me, and for the first time since I died, I was overcome with the need to leave. The pull teased me, beckoned me.

I was over forty years older than him; I would have never met him, so how did I know him?

Why did I need him?

I needed someone who cared about me like they did for spirits. I needed a human who cared to come in and help me. Certainly there were other humans out there who could help me like Sam and Colby, but they definitely weren’t as loud or had as much faith as they did in their capabilities.

I would be lying if I said I didn’t cry when that family left the house two days later. It wasn’t because I would be lonely again but because I couldn’t drown myself in Sam and Colby’s videos.

Or in Colby’s appearance and voice.

Hopefully someone else would stay for a week and I could use their phones to watch YouTube again.

Two weeks later, the house was booked again.

I finally learned that the house I was trapped in was turned into something called an AirBnb and I supposed that it was a house rented like a hotel.

The same routine spun into effect.

A new visitor spent the week here, I drained their batteries in everything they brought, I drowned myself in YouTube (to be honest, I drowned myself in the force that was Colby’s voice), and spent endless time spinning around the house in boredom wondering when the human chosen to save me would come.

They would come and help one day, I knew it.

The front door opened.

I was out of the bed in a flash and appeared in the foyer to see the new visitors. Two men walked in the house, and I wondered what on earth they were up to for arriving near two in the morning.

It was three years after I first learned what YouTube and social media was. I was ingrained in the politics, culture, society, and hyper-communicative world that was 2024.

I toed the fence. I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to stay here and live as a free spirit in 2024 forever or be taken into the next spiritual realm. I knew I couldn’t stay forever, and with every year that passed, I felt the fabrics of my spirit being taken away into nothing.

I needed help.

When I came spirit to face with the two new visiting men, my entire world flipped upside down.

I knew them.

They were the ones with the YouTube channel.

They were—

”I know we said we would do some stuff before we go to sleep, but I literally—“

”No, I know,” the other sighed. “I’m so tired too. We got here a lot later than we planned.”

”We should just sleep then wake up a bit earlier than we planned to have more time to do what we couldn’t now.” The other nodded lazily.

”Yeah, we can do that.”

”Night, Colby,” said the blond one as he walked up the stairs.

”Night, Sam,” said the one I stood next to in between the foyer and the living room.

If I had a heart, it would have pumped loudly in my ears, and if I had a tongue, it would have dried up. Ever so slowly, I turned and looked at Colby as he pulled things from the backpack he had placed on the couch. His back faced me.

And I couldn’t control myself, the intrusive thoughts won. I wondered what he would do if I—

At the sound of his water bottle crashing into the hardwood floor, Colby whirled around with wide eyes and watched as it rolled to a stop.

“What the fuck?” He whispered. I gasped when he walked through me. I turned and watched as he picked it up and placed it back on the table. He watched it.

With a smile, I didn’t take my gaze off his face as I knocked it back onto the floor. He took two steps back.

That was when the realization dawned on me. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. When I felt him, when I was near him, it made sense. The pieces shoved together painfully.

“Uh… Sam?” Colby called.

“What?” He called cautiously as he came from his room. “What’s wrong?”

”I—I swear to god, this water bottle fell off the table deliberately. Like someone knocked it over, twice.”

”Really?” He asked hesitantly when his feet hit his floor. At this point, they both stood in front of me and I crossed my arms in boredom. I was nearly as tall as the two; they were a lot smaller in person.

I was tall for a girl; almost five foot nine.

He placed the water bottle back down.

I stared at it. Humans were so dumb. I watched their anticipation knowing full well I wouldn’t satisfy them.

“What is happening, I swore it happened and it’s not now which means it’s not like the table is slanted or something.”

”That’s weird,” Sam said.

“You can go back to bed, sorry—“

”No, you’re fine, stupid,” Sam laughed as he went back.

Of course when he was halfway up the stairs with his back turned I yanked it off the table. Colby already left to the couch though, and so when Sam turned around quickly, he froze when he realized Colby was completely out of reach.

”See? I told you!” Colby cried.

”Oh shit… Yeah I have no idea how to explain that.”

”Wanna get a rem pod and the camera or something?” Colby asked.

“Maybe if something else happens.”

”Okay, okay,” Colby said, and I watched in surprise when Sam walked back to his room. They must have been tired then.

That didn’t mean I couldn’t mess with Colby until he went to sleep.

”You guys are idiots,” I said as if I expected a response. “Are you actually staying up or are you—oh,” I gasped when he turned around and walked through me before I could react. He picked up his bag and walked up the stairs. I sighed.

“That answers that.”

I peeked around the door. Colby stood in his room. I watched as he situated the things from his backpack. Those were some fancy cameras, small ones for that matter, and it looked like he charged the batteries. My eyes couldn’t pull from his skin though. He only wore his black jeans.

He turned towards me and I watched as he walked to the desk in his room. I intently focused on his face and his tattoos. He was so pretty. But he looked so different. I walked into the room and stood at the desk with him.

”What are these?” I asked and I touched the devices on the desk. Then, I gasped as his hand went through mine. My hand paused and I tried to feel the warmth. What would have been my hand burned with warmth, and I didn’t pull it away.

Colby froze in his place and stared at his hand. It burned cold.

But then he turned from the table and went back to the bed.

Now, never once in my life have I snooped. I’ve never pried, intruded, or watched anyone when they didn’t think they could be perceived. But I couldn’t leave his room. I froze in my place as I watched when he pulled his pants off. I couldn’t focus on anything else except his body. The way he moved, settled in the room, got in the bed, and plugged his phone in; every decision and every thought process was so painfully human.

I liked him a lot. Too much.

I wanted him to know I was here too.

The last time I tried to communicate with humans was with my best friends after the accident happened. After, their realtor was a bitch. There was a medium who was more so a dumbass who came to communicate with me. I scared her, and perhaps that went wrong. That might have been why it took so long for this place to be renovated.

I needed to talk to Colby. I wanted him.

I never wanted anyone as badly as I wanted him.

I stood in front of the desk where the devices were strewn about, and as he read his phone, I touched one of the devices.

I recognized one. It was a radio of sorts. One of the mediums who tried to communicate with me used it. Perhaps they were here to try to talk to me anyway.

I turned the spirit box on.

Immediately, Colby sat straight up in his bed. His phone was forgotten on the sheets. I laughed and watched as his confused eyes scanned the room.

”Hello,” I laughed. Then I used energy and found the word on a channel—

Hello

Colby looked around the room.

”Um, hi?” He said.

If I had a body, I was pretty sure the feeling I had was akin to my heart falling out of my ass.

“I know who you are, you publish on YouTube, right?”

I know you

Colby’s face turned with distrust.

“What—Are there actually spirits in this house?” He asked. I rolled my eyes.

”Obviously. You’re so dumb. I thought you know how to talk to us—

Duh…

He scoffed and his shock turned into an amused expression.

”What’s your na—“

Don’t be stupid

He stopped talking and his eyes widened.

”How do you know me? I’ve never been here.”

”You literally have 11 million people watching you on YouTube, don’t be silly,” I sighed.

You make videos

”You’re seen my—“ He gasped and thought for a moment. “How old are you? How long have you been here?”

For a long time

”I’m supposed to be nineteen,” I sighed.

Nineteen

”Nineteen—Holy shit wait, someone—the owners said a nineteen year old died here in the 70s—“

”That was totally me.”

Colby looked at the spirit box on the table and I smiled.

“Yeah,” he gasped nervously. “Are you the only spirit in the house?”

”Only one that lives here, anyway,” I scoffed.

Only one

”I’m sorry you’re alone.” I froze.

“What did you say?” I asked quietly, timidly. Silence. It defeated me.

It had been over 50 years since the accident and in all that time, no one apologized.

No one said sorry about my death or that I was alone. Not a single person had the empathy. Colby stared back at the spirit box. His eyes fell from it. He looked around the room in thought.

Suddenly, the urge ever too heavy came over me.

I glided straight over to him and I sat on the bed.

He shot up with his eyes wide.

If I had eyes, he would have looked right into them.

”Are-Are you on the bed with me?”

”Yes,” I confidently said and tried to use all my energy to tell the spirit box—

Yes… On this bed…

”Holy shit,” Colby whispered.

I felt the way his heart skipped.

The way his skin lit on fire.

I moved forward, and when I did, his skin fell cold.

”Did-Did you just touch me?”

“I’m on top of you.”

And it was true. I straddled him. I held his face in my lack of hands, and the warmth coursed through me like an electrical current. I needed him. He tethered me back into reality; the human world. That urge and that desperation to move onto the spirit realm died the moment I touched him.

Top

”You’re on me?” He rested his weight on his hands behind him. When he pushed his hips forward, a gasp left me because I felt the pressure.

Familiarity.

“I remember you, Colby. I know you, we knew each other—‘

Colby

”Why did you say my—“

I know you

“You know—oh shit,” he gasped. My vision hazed. My perception of my surroundings grew blurry as if I was about to sleep.

Heat coursed my body, and I held onto him to keep from falling asleep.

”You feel really good,” I gasped. I didn’t think about this.

We knew each other

“What?” He gasped as his body went rigid. Sexual things were so far from me. I figured that when I moved onto the spirit realm, more doors to explore sexuality would open. I never came across another human I viewed as desirable like him.

I never came across a human or spirit that felt as familiar as he was.

I knew he already had two female ghosts who liked him and messed around with him.

Good

”What’s good?” He gasped again. This time, it sounded like he was more breathless than anything.

”You.”

You

”Is that you making me feel like this? Are you touching me?” I moaned when I thrusted against him over and over. “Holy fuck—I just got so… What am I even doing?” Colby sighed more so to himself and then he laid himself back down against the bed. I gasped when he moved through me.

I looked down at him as his forearm rested across his forehead. His face was flushed and eyes were closed in thought.

I couldn’t deny the pressure under me. I knew he was painfully hard under me, but I had no intention of leaving or letting him do it himself. I looked down and couldn’t look away from his body. It was on fire, and the pressure in his underwear grew and grew.

I wish I could feel him for real with my hands and my skin.

“Holy fuck,” he moaned this time, and I moaned as well. He sounded so good like this. “I feel so crazy. Please tell me this is you doing this to me and not me—“

”I’m doing it. I’m touching you, Colby. Let me touch you.” Colby moaned again and again as I thrusted against him.

It’s me

His eyes shot open again.

Let me touch you

“Fuck, okay—holy shit—okay you’re-you’re actually real.”

”Yes,” I laughed. “I want to see you feel good.”

“If you’re actually real, get off of me and make me stop feeling like this—“

I was on the other side of the room in an instant. Colby sat up with a flushed face.

“What the fuck,” he whispered. I felt as the arousal in his body diminished. “And…” He mumbled hesitantly. “And if you’re real, get on top of me. Turn me on again.”

I blinked and I straddled Colby’s lap.

“Holy fucking—ugh.” And his head tossed into the pillow and eyes rolled back.

”Fuck,” I gasped as I watched him throw his arm across his mouth to conceal his moans.

Immediately, his arousal built again, and I thrusted against him over and over.

”You’re making me—Oh my god, don’t stop please,” Colby gasped.

You feel good

”Fuck,” he gasped.

He looked up at me and I swore he saw me. He didn't look through me, and I wished I could touch him.

Kiss him.

”You’re going to make me come.”

“Oh my god yeah, I want to see you come,” I mumbled. I would resurrect myself from the dead just to kill myself again if he knew I said that so I tried to hold in the energy. I didn’t want the music box to pick up on anything.

I tried to pull his underwear down. It was too difficult, too heavy. I was too tired. My gaze flashed around the room.

His phone.

I focused my energy on his phone and took the energy from it. The strength boiled and boiled in my being until I opened my eyes and watched as the waistband of it ever so slightly pulled back.

”Oh my fucking god—“ Colby gasped, and I cried out in surprise when he sat up straight and kicked himself away from me. “You-You fucking pulled—Are you trying to take my underwear off? Oh my god—You’re fucking real. You really are—“

“Colby it’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you I want to make you feel good—“

Don’t be scared

”What?” He gasped and whirled his gaze to the spirit box.

Make you feel good

“I’m—“ he paused. He looked around the room. “I’m not scared. I can’t believe you’re communicating so well with me.”

”I’m taking power from your phone,” I said towards the spirit box.

This cell phone

Colby looked back to the spirit box.

”My phone?”

Using energy

”Oh, you’re taking the energy from my phone? Let me plug it in so you can take as much as you want—“

Yes

”Okay—“ He groaned as he leaned over and plugged it in. He left it on the table next to the bed. I didn’t give him another second to say a sentence. I pushed down against him and he drew in an uneven breath. “I can’t believe I can feel you.”

”Can you feel this?” I grinded down on him, and his arm caught another moan behind his mouth.

“Holy shit—I think I felt-I felt that. I’m so—oh my god!” I pulled at his underwear again, and this time, I pulled it halfway down. “I’m so…” He sighed into a moan, and I felt the way heat traveled down his body. His temperature rose, and I couldn’t look away. Not a second passed that I didn’t utterly consume the image of his real life human body under me.

I pushed again and again, and before his hand could reach into his underwear, he gasped a rather louder moan and spilled in the fabric.

I quickly tried to pull it back again, and this time, his underwear pulled halfway off.

“Oh my god—“ I gasped as I watched the rest of his fluids cover his stomach.

”You just fucking—You actually took them off,” he gasped breathlessly as he gathered himself together after his orgasm.

Pleasure washed through me as well, but it wasn’t as tangible as it used to be when I was alive. I was on fire, and I wanted more, anything more, but it was impossible here.

Then the tug.

I wanted to move on.

It was as if this window of pleasure piqued my interest, and I knew that if I moved onto the spiritual realm, I could live again. I wouldn’t be trapped in this purgatory.

Colby was so cute though. He was familiar; he looked like he was mine. We were each other’s. I wanted him to myself, but there was no way I could take him with me. He needed to finish living as a human first.

Then maybe I would hunt him down and rescue him from his purgatory so he wouldn’t have to live like this for 50 years like me.

“Did you leave?” Colby whispered.

”No. I’m right here.”

Here

“Okay,” he sighed and relaxed into the pillow. “I can’t believe I just had sex with a ghost—wait,” he gasped and looked around the room. “Did I fuck you? That’s so—What the fuck…”

“No, I just touched you. I wanted you to feel good. I can’t feel good until I move on.”

No… For you… I don’t feel good

”What?” Colby gasped. “You don’t feel good?”

”I can’t.”

Can’t

”Oh, because… Is sex only for human bodies then?”

”No,” I said, and reminded myself to be concise for the spirit box

”When I escape I can feel something again.”

When I escape

”You’re trapped here?” Colby gasped. The gears turned in his head and excitement welled in me.

”Help me out, please.”

Help me

”Help you do what? Do you need to move on?”

”Yes! Help me to the spiritual world.”

Yes

”Where do you need me to—”

Spirit world

”Holy shit,” Colby whispered. “You want me to help move you out of purgatory? Is that what this house is for you?’

”Yes!” I exclaimed.

He understood!

Yes

”Well then I’m getting up and telling Sam.”

If I had a body, I would scream and cry for joy.

Also, if I had a body, it would burn alive at the sight of Colby cleaning himself up, so I left the room and waited in the hallway with welling excitement.

“You’ll actually use the spirit box and not make me look like a freak in front of him, right?”

”Yeah, I’ll talk to him,” I laughed.

Yes

”Good,” he scoffed as he pulled on clothes.

“I promise.”

”Dude, that’s crazy if it’s true.” I watched as Colby told Sam what had happened and conveniently left out the part where I touched him. If he didn’t want Sam to know, then I wouldn’t expose him in that way. “Let’s see if she actually communicates as accurately as that,” Sam said as he turned on the spirit box. “Would we need to try the Estes?”

”Maybe we can,” Colby sighed. “There was a vortex downstairs, did you see it?”

”No I didn’t actually,” he gasped. “Do you want to do Estes there?”

“I’m getting bored,” I grumbled.

Let’s hurry it up

”Whoa!” Sam cried when the box spat those words out at him.

”Yeah,” Colby laughed. “She isn’t very patient.”

“Are you trapped here like Colby sai—“

”Yes!”

Yes

”Oh my god.”

”I told you!” I watched the boys as they grabbed their things. “Let's do it now.”

And as they walked through me towards the staircase, I froze with realization upon feeling Colby's body. It ached with excitement, nervousness, and…

Longing?

I followed them and listened to his heart and the rushing of his blood. Something tuned to desperation flowed with it.

It would have been much easier for me to navigate life as a human if I could feel someone’s physical attraction to me like I could feel Colby’s. I didn’t think that was possible, especially since he couldn’t see me. For all I knew, they could still be on the fence about believing that I existed.

But I couldn’t deny the way he felt. The way Sam felt. Sam didn’t hear me or feel me the way Colby did, but I could tell by the warmth of his palms and the racing of his heart that he didn’t linger in denial anymore.

“I’m not even sure how to start this,” Sam said as he sat in the chair. He volunteered himself to be under the Estes method so that Colby could lead the interaction. I stood next to Sam in the middle of the vortex; the darkened mirrors holding endless hypnotizing space hung on either side of us.

“I know, it’s fine. I’ll figure it out when we get there. I’m pretty sure I just encourage her to move on and she uses energy or something. We’ll see.”

Sam pulled the blindfold down. Headphones placed over his ears.

I felt the energy from the spirit box shrill to life.

“Did you follow us down here?”

“Yes,” I said quickly. “I’m here.”

“Here,” Sam’s monotone voice spoke for me.

“Okay good.” Colby’s voice softened. I wanted to leave, I wanted it more than anything, but I also wished I had more time to listen to Colby, to be close to him. Every time I was near him, I zapped with electricity; a desperation I never knew. What would it be like if I was human? If we knew each other back then? What would it be like if we were born at the same time in the same state?

“Why are you afraid to move on?”

“I—All this time I wasn’t afraid, I just didn’t want to leave the human world, but now I can’t leave you. I want to stay with you, Colby.”

“Oh wow…” Sam muttered.

“What?” Colby said quickly.

“That was a long—Those were a lot of words,” he laughed sheepishly. “Um…” I repeated what I said but paraphrased it to make it easier for the box to pick me up. “I wasn’t afraid of it.”

“You aren’t?” Colby gasped. “Why haven’t you—”

“Missed people.”

“Oh, I see.”

“Let me stay with you.”

“What?” Colby paused this time. “So you didn’t move on because you missed people and now you want to stay with us? Is it because you haven’t talked to anyone except for us—”

“No,” I grumbled. “I want you, Colby. No one else.”

“You, Colby.”

“Me?” He whispered. “Why do you want to stay with me? You can’t do that. You need to move on–”

“I wish we had time together then you would understand.” I wished that I could cry like humans did at that moment. I cried, but no pressure relieved me.

“We could have had more time.” Colby’s body froze as he stared in shock at Sam. Or maybe he stared through him. He wanted something to look at; he couldn’t see me. I wished I could reveal myself to him, but I didn’t know how.

“Why do you want us to have more time?”

“Because we would have been together. I could have actually probably loved you.”

“I would have…. I didn’t catch— Love you.”

“I would have loved you…” Colby whispered. “It’s too late,” he told me, but the quietness of his voice sounded like he figured it out for himself.

“I can see you again, Colby.”

“See you again… Colby, dude it keeps saying your name.”

“I know,” Colby spoke absentmindedly. He looked like he was in a trance more than Sam was even though he rocked back and forth in the Estes method. “Are—Do you know me?”

“Maybe in a past life. We can find each other in the next.”

“Past life.”

“Holy shit.” His voice was quiet and I wanted nothing more than to hug him. I stood face to face with him in the blink of an eye.

“I will see you soon, Colby.”

And I kissed him.

He blinked quickly and warm surprise flooded me when he licked his lips once.

“See you soon.” He didn't know what to say. I felt the tension in his throat.

“Don’t cry. Now tell me to leave and then you can find me when you’re done living here.”

“Help me leave.” Colby shook his head.

“No–”

“Please help me, Colby. I need to go on. You can’t stay here forever. I’ll be able to see you still and you’ll be able to feel me until one day you’ll see me for the first time. Well, for the first time in this timeline. Isn’t that exciting?”

“Please help me… You will still… I didn’t hear—Oh, You’ll still feel me.”

“I—I don’t like—”

“It’s okay, don’t be scared.” I stood in the vortex again. “Help me leave. I’ll see you later.”

“Don’t be scared. Help me leave.”

“Okay,” Colby said as he shook himself out of it. “It’s alright, you can move on. Spirits leave this house, move on to the next life.”

That tug returned, but now it was unavoidable. The mirrors lulled me into a beckoning trance.

“Move on and be free from this house.”

The mirror pulled me in, the house was unreachable now.

“Love you.”

As Sam pulled off the blindfold, Colby’s eyes darted towards mine from where I traveled through the mirror, and from the look on his face—the pure focus on me, drift of his tear filled eyes across my face—he saw me.

Then all I saw was light.

A/N: I took a much needed break. Not to info or trauma dump, but my mom moved about four hours away from me a week ago, and I only found out three weeks before that. After helping her move, it's been pretty hard for me since we've only ever lived at most 10 minutes from each other. Thanks for being patient, and I'm going to hop back on that writing grind because I miss it!

Also, Comment if you would rather read multi-chapter fics on Tumblr or Ao3. This will help me navigate where to post if I do not cross post.

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flowery-mess · 2 months

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One of my boys

For my birdie anon🦜💚 I had fun writting this, thank you for your request! Also I don't know anynthing about birds, so of someting doesn't makes sense I'm sorry and feel free to correct me

Noah x reader

It goes without saying, this is work of fiction, don't mistake it for real story!

You and Noah first met at Sumerian Christmas party last year where you talked for a bit, but that was it. Until just a few months ago.

You work at the Sumerian law department, so before their tour started you had to go through some papers with the band and their team. You never got to work together before, so you were happy you finally had a chance to meet with Noah again.

Even tho you expected Noah not to remember you. But he did. When you walked into room full of BO crew he said “Oh it’s you!” with more excitement than you would expect. He gave you a little wave before you went through the things you needed to.

After you were finished with them, everyone slowly started leaving the room as you were packing your papers and things you brought with you.

“I’m sorry for that earlier. I just didn’t expect to see you today. Actually I never saw you around I thought you maybe quit.” You heard Noah behind you when you were zipping your bag.

“Oh, quit my lovely 9 to 5 job, really?” You said with sarcasm in your voice. Even tho you like your job, working with musicians and doing law, it still was office job with lots and lots of papers. Noah just chuckled at your comment.

You two continued to talk for another 20 minutes before you excused yourself for having another meeting in a few minutes. You saw Noah’s face drop a little when you said that, much to your surprise.

“Yeah I wouldn’t want to make you late. I guess I see you around then.” He gave you same little wave as in the beginning of the meeting and left the room.

You felt the same feeling as you felt at the party. Another nice talk and nothing out of it. Girl can have dreams, right? And you kinda wanted to get to know Noah more. He was friendly, polite and hot… who wouldn’t want to get to know more of that.

Next morning you sat behind your desk with your favourite coffee from the coffee shop next to Sumerian. You did your morning routine to check and answer new emails. You had replied to 3 emails and opened the next one, surprised that this one had just two lines of text.

“Hi, I’m sorry for bothering your work email, but I didn’t know how to approach you. Would you be interested in dinner or movies sometimes? We could continue to discuss how monkeys aren’t really pets. Noah:)”

Oh. You didn’t realize that you were holding your breath in while reading that email. You didn’t expect that at all. And his comment about monkeys made you laugh, because that wasn’t even from yesterday’s conversation. You talked about pets and animals at the party, and you mentioned monkeys are cute.

Your reply said that you would love to discuss monkeys with him and you agreed on coffee in your favorite coffee shop. It was down the street you lived at, small and private space, because you know that Noah is more and more famous everyday, so you thought that this place will avoid anyone seeing you two together. You made reservation for booth at the back, where you two would have privacy.

Week before Noah had to leave for European tour, you had two coffee dates and dinner date at his place. You said it’s only fair to have dinner at your place next time.

You live in little cozy apartment by yourself. You have little bedroom, kitchen joined with living room and bathroom.

Well actually, not really by yourself. You have four little baby roommates.

You warned Noah that you have four little birds at home and made sure he’s okay with coming over. You thought about locking them up in their big cage in your living room for his visit, but decided against it. They are home and he is the guest, so you thought you’re gonna let him have a full experience.

You heard knock on your door as you were putting the meat in the oven. You decided for meat and vegetable mix for dinner, easy and delicious. You went to open the door just to see Noah standing there with flowers in his hands.

“Hello there.” You said with welcoming smile.

“Hi. These are for you as thank you for the dinner.” He handed you small bouquet of tulips, gerberas and other flowers you couldn’t name. He matched color of the flowers to your apartment very well. You had pretty colourful place, so those green and yellow flowers went with it so well. And it also matched your birds, which is Noah about to meet.

Talking about birds, one of them, Milo, sat on your shoulder staring at Noah, who was just taking his shoes of.

Noah stood up noticing this little friend on your shoulder.

“Oh hi there. Let me guess your name.” oh cute, he remembers names of your birds you mentioned the last time you saw each other.

“Hmm Simba?” Noah said that more as a question and got loud whistle as answer.

Before you had chance to correct him, Simba flew to your other shoulder.

“I hate to disappoint you, but this is Milo,” you pointed to your left shoulder “and this is Simba.” You pointed to your right shoulder.

“Nice to meet you guys, I guess.”

He earned one little squeeky “Hi” from Simba, but not from Milo. Let’s just say Milo is the most protective one and he takes the longest when it comes to meeting new people.

“Don’t worry, they’re gonna warm up to you. Milo is the hardest to win over, but he will come around. Come on in, dinner will be ready in a few minutes.”

You led Noah to your kitchen slash living room space. He was amused by the big cage you had in there.

“Wow. That thing is big.”

“Yeah, pretty expensive, but everything for those lil bitches you know.” You love them, but they can be annoying if the want to “Mavi, Kovu!” you called out.

They flew out from the bathroom, Mavi straight to Noah’s shoulder and Kovu to his head.

His face was priceless. He stood still, scared to move and scared they’re gonna bite him.

“Okay what do I do?” Noah asked with fear in his eyes.

“They like you! They are birds, they like heights and you are tall person. Those two are the easiest to get along with, obviously.” You laughed at the scene. Noah was like a statue scared for his life.

“And can I move?”

“Of course. If you don’t like them sitting on you, just tell me or you can tell them the word ‘leave’ and they should fly away. I don’t know if they’re gonna listen to you though.”

“Oh I don’t mind it, I want them to like me so I’m going to let them sit there for how long they want to.”

“Okay. Let me show you one more.” You lead Noah to your bedroom, but first you called Mavi and Kovu off Noah, because they can’t go in your bedroom for now.

“This is my foster baby bird that I took as a foster parent for now. Her wings are broken, so she can’t fly and she can’t hang around the boys, because they would take advantage of her state and probably attack her or something.” You explained Noah as you were both watching this little white baby in her cage.

“You took her in? That’s so nice of you. Poor baby, she’s so cute. I mean the boys with their colors are nice, but this is different, all white. Cute.” Noah studied her some more and you took that as a chance to study Noah’s face.

He was cute too. He was handsome and hot. And he was nice person, you liked hanging out with him. You didn’t really know where this was heading, because you haven’t been physical with each other yet. You planned on asking him, but didn’t want to make things between you weird.

“Yeah, we will see if she can heal. I am thinking of keeping her.”

“That’s really nice of you, really.” He said again and this time with his eyes on you, which made you blush a bit.

“Let’s go back, the dinner should be ready.” You went back to the living room and Mavi found his place on Noah’s shoulder again.

“I think he likes me the most so far.” Noah said with proud face on his face.

“Seems like it. He’s the friendliest so it’s no surprise.”

“Wow, way to make me feel special.” You both laughed at how your comment sounded ironic.

“Wow” Mavi talked back to us. I am used to them imitate me, but Noah isn’t and his face was priceless once again tonight.

“Did he just imitate me?”

“Yep he did.”

“Yep” another one of Milo’s words.

“And now he did imitate you.” Noah pointed at you.

“Yes. They do that. They can’t talk like parrots tho, but they can try and imitate what they hear.”

“Those are little interesting creatures.” It was funny watching Noah explore this kind of animals. Most people are amused when they meet them.

“They are, that’s why I picked them over typical cat or dog.” You smiled at the sight in front of you. You wanted to take picture of Noah and Mavi, but you didn’t know if Noah would be comfortable with that. “Let’s eat dinner Snow White.” You couldn't help with that little comment, he was looking like her and you bet his voice would have the same effect.

Just a few seconds after you dig into your food, four little creatures flew to the table.

Kovu, once again, on Noah’s head, Mavi on your right, Simba on your left shoulder and Milo sat on the table.

“I’m sorry I can put them in their cage so they don’t disturb us while we eat.” You said rushing from the table. You were used to their company while you eat, but not everyone has to like it.

“No that’s okay. I want them to like me, so I’m going to have dinner with them, maybe even Milo will crack up after this.”

“Oh, okay.” You sat back and started eating again.

After minute Milo hopped closer to Noah’s plate and started eating little piece of carrot.

“Milo!” you shouted at him, waving him back off of Noah’s plate, but Noah took it well and laughed it off.

“Don’t send him away! I’m going to share my dinner with him if it makes him like me, he can have it all.”

“Oh my god Noah. You don’t have to do that, he’s going to like you sooner or later.”

“Well it better be sooner, I don’t want any enemies.”

You couldn’t stop laughing at Noah’s attempts to make Milo like him. Because him letting Milo eat from his plate made others have a bite too. So the dinner was full with laughs and full bellies for all six of you.

As the night went on you and Noah sat at your sofa just talking about everything, while from time to time they boys made an appearance to make sure they don’t lose your attention.

At the end of the night even Milo sat on Noah’s head, which was like the biggest compliment Noah could get.

You had great time, so when Noah said he should leave you were a bit sad.

“We’re leaving in a week and I have a lot to do before the tour starts, but we can hang out again the next week?”

“Yeah sure, I’d like that. How about Wednesday?”

“That sounds fine with me, but I’ll make sure the boys won’t need me and let you know.”

You just nodded your head as Noah put his shoes back on.

When he stood up the silence fell over the two of you. You felt something change suddenly.

“Soo.” Noah said.

“Soo?” You didn’t really know what answer you should give him to that.

Before you noticed it, he was standing closer to you, his hand on your cheek.

“I had a great time tonight, thank you.” He whispered.

“Me too, I am glad you met my boys finally.”

“Yeah I think they gave me a pass to be one of your boys too actually.” He said with a smirk.

He leaned closer to your face, looking at your lips, then at your eyes looking for a sign if he could kiss you or not.

Well, before he could see anything in your eyes, Milo flew to you and started whistling at Noah. Which made him pull away with fear in his eyes.

“Milooo stop.” You chuckled. “I said he’s protective. Not sure about your pass though.”

“Yeah well how do you ask a bird for permission to ask his mum?” when he noticed what he just said you both started laughing.

“Maybe you don’t ask the bird, but ask the mum.” You sent Milo away and waited what’s going to happen now.

“Can I kiss you then?”

“Yes you can.”

So he did. And it was nice. And you wanted him to stay at your place and never leave. But you weren’t there yet.

“Good night Y/N.” he pulled away, placed last little kiss on your forehead and took his jacket.

“Good night Noah.” You watched him walk down the hall until he disappeared in the elevator.

You closed the door with hope that no one is going to need him on Wednesday because you needed to see him again before he leaves.

#noah sebastian #bad omens #noah sebastian x reader #bad omens imagine #jolly karlsson #nick folio #noah sebastian band #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian imagine

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minniiaa · 24 days

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It is currently 5am and I woke up like 20 minutes ago, let's go lol

You know why I'm here, I kinda know why I'm here but that's besides the point anyways, thought of the day: Law becomes confident in their relationship and makes it exclusively Luffy's problem. Luffy thought that Law being confident about them would mean more PDA, more getting to tell their friends about the cute/hot things Law did that week, but no, Law only now doesn't push Luffy away when he kisses his cheek in public and if he asks, a proper kiss on the lips. A win is a win to Luffy though and he knows better by now than to try tearing down Law's metaphorical privacy screen in one go.

What DOES change, however, is that Law has become… insatiable when it's just the two of them. They definitely share a living space by now if you're thinking a modern au setting, which I am so that's all you're getting, and Law is a MENACE compared to before. Sure they would cuddle and Luffy was given free rein to kiss Law when and wherever in the confines of their home, but now Law's dragging Luffy into cuddling on the couch or back into bed while mumbling about 10 more minutes. Luffy thinks Law is sick when he pouts about Luffy not getting home at the time he said he would (he was 7 minutes late). While Luffy wishes he could get Law to put up with his PDA more, he's still over the moon about Law initiating intimacy more than before, makes him feel a lot more appreciated than he expected.

Now the sex. It almost scares Luffy, which has little differences to arousal for him, when Law starts being more vocal and outgoing during sex. Usually he had to fight Law on pulling his face away from pillows or teasing himself until he used his words to tell Luffy what he wanted, now Law was openly crying out for Luffy like he's reciting gospel and at the same time begging for him defile the temple Luffy worships. A week ago Law gave Luffy the dirtiest look for smacking his ass after Law refused to say Luffy's name, only calling him Mugiwara/Straw Hat out of spite, while like an hour ago Luffy found Law fingering himself while shamelessly moaning his name loud enough to hear from the doorway.

I'll be so real right now, I knocked out halfway through that last paragraph, what you see now is heavily edited because I was on some shit while half awake typing it the first time… the last one though I kept mostly original cause wtf was I on when I wrote “Now the sex.” 😭

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NO BC YOU COOKED WITH THIS ONE ANON! I totally relate to the GRIPPING 5am thoughts.

I've been dying to write a one-shot with this premise, I started down this road of brainrot when I made a post about Law becoming a puppy boyfriend after years of dating Luffy and you just took it and RAN. The neurons are firing in my brain. I live for stories about them getting into relationships but one that they're already in a relationship and something changes is so fun.

I love this. Like Luffy is so used to being the one to seek out Law for affection when they're alone and Law has always given it to him, not overly so though, he always acts a little annoyed when Luffy throws himself at him or begs for cuddles when he's busy reading but he doesn't push him away. Law's just not a glutton for physical affection like him and Luffy accepts that. Law's an amazing boyfriend and it's enough for Luffy.

However, now the roles are reserved and Luffy is CONFUSED. Like don't get it twisted he is over the moon and would spend all day cuddled up with Law on the couch if he could. It's just such a drastic change, especially in bed. Luffy loves this new Law that is showing him his face and is so vocal and needy begging him for more and more until even Luffy is tired and that's saying something, it's what he's always hoped for. I think Luffy would faint from happiness if he discovered Law fingering himself and saying his name no joke.

Luffy is thrilled, albeit a bit confused and it feels so not like his Law, the one he's grown to love more than anyone in the world. He's not perfect, but he's perfect in Luffy's eyes. He wants to know why Law is suddenly so different from his normal self. Does he think he's more attractive? He looks in the mirror to see if maybe he looks different but no, he's just the same old Luffy. Maybe he just loves him more? It's great and all but why now?

I'm torn on the reasoning behind this (you should let me know your thoughts). I like the idea that Law just woke up and decided he doesn't care anymore. He knows better than anyone that life is too short and he wants to love Luffy the way that he's been wanting too deep down but he's been held back by his own insecurities even after all this time.

Maybe he had a nightmare after years of not having them and he dreams that Luffy died and there was nothing he could do. His patients are suddenly dying more than usual and Law is terrified that he's going to lose Luffy even though it's illogical. The only thing he can think to do is give him his body and soul (he already had it, but he wants to make sure Luffy knows he has it).

Whatever it is, they both like it a lot. Luffy gets all the physical affection he's ever wanted from Law and Law gets to finally be open and honest about his adoration for Luffy. They're more in love with each other than ever and everyone can see it even if Law still hasn't let up on his PDA barriers to the point they're asking if something happened. Both Law and Luffy reply "nothing" with stupid little smiles because nothing and something happened all at the same time.

Thanks for another fun ask, I love this odd anonymous brainrot sharing thing we have developed here. <3

(ps "Now the sex." is great and I would have loved to see your 5am brain chaos but the edited version is just as amazing!)

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skzoologist · 8 months

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Hi hi, so I wanted to say I absolutely love your account. I was the anon who sent the very first two requests, I just didn't have the courage to send a non-anon ask. Could you maybe do something on Bae at the VMAs as Skz are performing. I think it would be really cute. It's ok if not though. Again love your account it makes me so happy

Thanks, Bye-Bye 😊

word count: ~615

warnings: none, Bae just got lost, as usual

a/n: Hey-ho! So it was you who sent those absolutely adorable and fitting first asks! Thank you so much, they still mean so much to me 😭 And congrats on sending this on non-anon, but don't ever feel pressured to do so! I accept anons and non-anons equally, so feel free to choose whichever one you feel more comfortable with. Really, thank you so much for loving this really niche and small account, it means a lot to me, especially because you are one of my regulars. I do notice you guys, don't think otherwise. I had to rush this if I wanted to post it today, since I live in Europe so everything happens when I sleep, and I also had an appointment to make today so. Yeah. Anyway, I hope you like this little drabble, I can always write more if you'd like 😊

Please let me know if I left a warning or anything out, I will add it in! Reblogs, likes and feedback are greatly appreciated!

!I don't condone anyone stealing my work and posting it anywhere without my permission, or feeding it to AI!

!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

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Chan was befuddled.

His tallest kid was missing somehow, even though they were next to each other just 5 minutes ago.

Bae always did this, somehow disappearing unintentionally in the blink of an eye, leaving his band members in blind panic, trying to find him. Especially their leader, Chan. He swore he had white hair at this rate.

"Guys, guys, have you seen Bae? We're supposed to be on stage in like 20 minutes." - Chan asked, slight panic settling into his voice. "Where is he... ah, there. Hyung, look up." - Felix instructed immediately, the elder's eyes following.

"See that faint, moving dot on the ceiling? Somewhere under that is Bae hyung." "Wh... Is that a pointer? Why's there a pointer on him??" "Minho hyung had enough of searching for Bae hyung, so I put it into his bun, since I helped with his hair today. It's subtle enough that only we will notice it." - Hyunjin replied this time instead, amusedly looking at the moving dot of light on the ceiling. "How the... Nevermind, this is genius. Now let's go and get him." - Chan murmured out, his leader persona taking over.

The group swiftly made their way through the sea of people, careful not to bump into anyone. It was hard, but they were used to it, having been in similar situations before.

"Is that...is that Taylor Swift? Is he talking to her?" - Jisung murmured out, disbelief dripping from his voice.

And sure enough, he was right, their tallest member was standing in front of the celebrity, casually talking and... even slightly smiling? This shocked everyone, not used to their shy member doing such things. He usually just stood there silently, whenever they had to talk with strangers or acquaintances. Or even when they had to make a speech. Bae was basically a living decoration in those times.

"Bae?" - Chan asked, gaining the attention of the lost lamb. "Oh, the others are here too. Pleasure to meet you." - she introduced herself, causing everyone to immediately greet her back with a bow.

"Our time is up it seems. Take care of him boys, if everyone learns that he is this cute, even though he looks scary, everyone will be all over him. Oh, and good luck!" - and with that, she left with a smile and a wave, leaving everyone gaping at her leaving form.

"Okay dude, you gotta tell us what happened." - Jisung said as he gripped Bae's shoulders, the latter taken aback and embarrassed. "Yeah, you never do this with people! What did you do to our hyung??" - Jeongin added in, looking for the apparently lost, true Bae.

But Bae didn't really answer, he just looked away, lips pursed and cheeks dusted with a faint red colour.

"Did you get lost and she helped you?" - Seungmin said this time smugly, causing Bae to cover his face with his hand, basically confirming the puppy's statement.

This only caused everyone to burst out into laughter, gathering nearby people's attention.

"Can't believe you did it again! And S-STAY's gonna clip it, once again! They're gonna make entire compilations of you getting lost at this rate, I can't believe this!" - Felix forced out between bouts of silent laughter, trying hard not to laugh out too loudly. "Y-you mean, make more compilations? He already has several, dude!" - Jisung added salt to injury, both earning a little hit on the head from Bae. "He does, he does! Ah, don't hit me, I think it's cute." - Changbin defended himself, but it was fruitless.

"Okay, okay, I'm glad we're all happy and having fun, but we really need to go now and get ready. Especially you, our lost little otter, because you're our opening act. Now go, go go go." - Chan ushered everyone out, like a mother leading his little chicks.

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empressofthewind · 3 days

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About a month ago, you made a post asking(?) the original japanese for Mello's answer on Ryuk's journal, and i've made it my life's mission to find it. After hours of googling random words in japanese, i didn't find an actual screenshot, but i did atleast find the text.

「好きな人の気を引くため、つい意地悪してしまう純粋な心の持ち主」

Or, roughly in english, "Someone with a pure heart, who ends up being mean to get the attention of the person they like"

......i found this on a random japanese thread from 2006 discussing whether Near and Mello were gay or not btw. Needless to say, it's 2 am and my hyperfixation on these guys is going to kill me.

ANON!!! I am, for starters, SO grateful that you did all this digging for my sake, and second of all very impressed by your dedication!! I have a feeling that the post in question originally came from an ask sent by @asmilethatshines, and I definitely spent a solid 20 minutes digging for an answer myself before I gave up and sent the request out into the broader fandom. Suffice to say, I very much admire your commitment to the cause (not to mention that I’m also really excited to have an answer to this!! It seems to me that English is one of the only translations that didn’t include “being mean to get the attention of the person he likes” or something to that effect, so I would say it’s pretty much confirmed that this was the original meaning behind the line).

Also the ending of this ask got an audible laugh out of me 😭 I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve spent hours upon hours scouring the manga for one minor detail and ended up plunging into an existential crisis. The 2003 yaoi hyperfixation is REAL and it is a powerful force 😔🤝

Thanks again for your hard work!!

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cocogrrrl · 9 months

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Hi! Can you do a TransMale!reader and Kyle fic where reader feels really dysphoric and upset while the two are in public because of stares 😭

And then Kyle corrects someone when they misgender reader 😭

It would cure my dysphoria 🥺/j

-📌🎀

real men

you arent feeling the best, and when you get purposefully misgendered, you only feel worse

kyle broflovski x transmale!reader cw: transphobia, gender dysphoria wc: 1050

an: as an enby person i feel like this was more self indulgent than anything, i hope this captures what you're looking for anon 😭

Somehow, something hits you at the worst of times, and then you feel like every single wave within you is crashing, and there is no way you can stop it. The particular stare of some people, the way you overhear how others talk about you, how they refer to you. It’s a reminder that you’ll never be who you want to be.

To many people, you just escaped the person you were. You weren’t actually trying to reshape yourself into the person you’re meant to be—you were just destroying yourself. You were stupid in their eyes.

In a way, sometimes you felt like they were right.

Were the new clothes, new name, and new identity all worth it? Because at the end of the day, one wrong move and people will know or be reminded of who you once were. Sometimes you believed that it’s no use—the changes you made—because all you want is people to accept who you were, which they didn’t.

“YN? Are you okay?” Kyle’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts, waving a hand in front of your face.

You two were spending time together in the back of the school during your break, and you hadn’t realized that you completely spaced out.

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine, just a little tired.” You laughed, brushing your thoughts off. You didn’t want to worry Kyle at this moment. He doesn’t deserve to hear you wallowing. He’s worth more than that.

“Are you sure?” He said, raising a brow at you. You think he knows what’s going on, but you can’t tell.

You really didn’t want to bother Kyle or your feelings in fear of opening a dam, so you did your best to swat both away. “Yeah.”

“Did you get enough sleep last night?”

“Eh, I couldn’t sleep. I think it was 3 AM, and I was still wide awake” That was true, at least. You had trouble sleeping, and Kyle knew that very well. A double dose of sleeping pills could barely get you through the night.

“How much time do you have left before your next period?”

“Uh, 20 minutes.” You said, looking at the time on your phone.

“You wanna sleep first?” He offered, patting his shoulder.

“I had coffee a while ago, so I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep.” You smiled, shaking your head but still resting your body on Kyle’s side. What can you say? You’re a clingy person.

As you heard people making their way through the school grounds, getting to their next class, Kyle scrolled on his phone as you relaxed your mind and your body. Your thoughts eventually settled, and you felt a little lighter. You hadn’t realized that you were feeling better.

Until one person showed up.

“And here, you can see the covetous jew with his gay ass girlfriend,” Cartman said, waving his arm at you two from a distance like he’s some tour guide and you two are attractions at a zoo. He was showing and befriending the freshmen around since no one in his grade wanted to hang out with him.

“Dude, can you shut the fuck up?” Kyle rolled his eyes as he placed his phone down. “He’s my boyfriend, by the way.”

“I don’t get what you mean, Kyle. YN’s is so obviously a chick! She’s got tits and everything.” He spat, motioning to your parts.

“First of all, he’s a boy regardless of what you say.” He let out a frustrated sigh, closing his eyes tight as he relieved his annoyed feeling. He knew better than to start a fight right now. It’s not what any of you needed. ”Second of all, didn’t you identify as a trans woman when we were younger?”

He scoffed in reply as his jaw hung so low it was almost comical like it was saying ‘How dare you bring that up?!’ “No, I so fucking didn’t!”

“There was one time you dressed up as Britney Spears once and danced with a cardboard cutout of Justin Timberlake. Butters still has the video.”

“No, he doesn’t.” He mumbled, sounding defeated.

“Yes, he does, and I will call him if you don’t quit it.”

“Whatever, the video’s edited anyway.” He grumbled, motioning the group of freshmen to follow him as he would go on to find his next victim.

Kyle let out a deep breath once more, the tenseness in his shoulders dropping once Cartman had left the scene. “Are you alright?” He looked at you sympathetically, putting a hand on your back.

“I don’t know…” You replied, your gaze now directed on the ground.

Your thoughts of earlier had swarmed back. They couldn’t just be swatted away. There’s always something that’ll rock the hive.

You just hated how he was just spreading that fact. It means that you wouldn’t even have a chance of appearing like a boy to others now. It feels like you were always destined to be a girl because of shit like this.

“I’m sorry he did that.” You could sense a hint of frustration still lying under his voice.

“It’s out of your control. I think it’s inevitable.”

“Don’t think that way. You aren’t worth his time or his bigotry.”

“I just wish people saw me as a guy.” You exhaled, bringing your legs up to your chest as you balled your body up.

“A lot of people do. It’s because you are one.”

“Yeah? That doesn’t stop shits like Cartman telling others that I’m not a real man.”

“Real man, this real man that. Who’s to define what makes a man anyways? Definitely not him.” He laughed, hoping to ease a little bit of your stress.

“YN, you are a boy, okay? Just because you don’t fit into the construct that the fuck built in his idea of gender, it doesn’t mean that you are any less of a man. It’s his fault that he can’t seem to recognize the man you really are.”

You turned your head from buried in your lap to his view. You felt a smile creep on your lips. Even if people like Cartman would always be around, at least you had your boyfriend to be by your side despite everything. “Thanks, Kyle.”

“You don’t have to thank me.” He hummed, bringing you into a hug.

#📌🎀 anon #cocogrrrl's writing #south park fanfiction #south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski x you #kyle broflovski x y/n #kyle x reader

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shuchu · 2 years

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FOR THE EVENTT can we get a (sfw) 94 w/ mysta rias?

✧༺♥༻∞ “innocent” ∞༺♥༻✧

shuchu’s 100 follower event ♡

prompt: “don’t act innocent, you had me pinned underneath you 5 minutes ago.”

character: mysta rias

note: gn!reader

author notes: thank you for participating in the event anon! i hope that this short drabble was to your liking (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)♡ eep idk if i did a good job on this one, the prompt was kinda tricky (ﾒ﹏ﾒ) so feel free to leave some feedback! & if you want to send in requests by all means, just know that i’ll only get to them after i’m done with all the event requests! („• ᴗ •„) thank you for your patience! ♡ decorative divider credit to: @/mykaesu on twt *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

enjoy lovelies! ♡

“babeeee~ you said you were gonna come cuddle me 20 minutes ago.” you whine. you’ve been laying on the bed, waiting for mysta to be done with work for the day so that he could spend time with you. he’d been working the whole day today, doing 2 streams and having to work on projects on the side for the remainder of the day.

“i’m almost done baby, just give me another 5 minutes okay? i promise i’ll be done for real.” mysta says with a firm but calm tone.

you huff and pick up your phone again to scroll through twitter to pass the time.

5 minutes passed and you hear mysta sigh, turning off his pc and then plopping himself on the bed next to you. “finally i get to have my boyfriend.” you tease.

mysta turns to you and cups your left cheek, running his thumb gently over it, “thank you for being patient with me y/n. i know it’s hard to deal with a boyfriend who’s a workaholic.”

you smile and give him a soft peck on the lips, “i respect your job babe and i love that you’re hardworking. i probably just need to remind you to take breaks more often so that you don’t burn out.” you chuckle.

“you’re too good to me y/n, what did i do to deserve someone like you? sometimes i worry if i’m even doing enough, i wonder if maybe one day you’ll get tired of taking care of me, i wonder if-“ you move to get on top of mysta, straddling his waist to kiss him to shut him up. this has kinda become a regular thing with the both of you, whenever mysta starts talking bad about himself, you’ll get him to stop with a kiss.

you pull back and leave gentle kisses all over his face, to show how much you love him. “mysta baby, i do all that because i love you and not because i feel like i have to. i love you the way you are and i’ll always love you for who you are.” after you’re done speaking, you trail kisses down one side of his neck and then the other, mysta groaning softly in response.

your right hand moves from beside mysta’s head to his shoulder then down to his chest. you rub your hand up and down his chest leisurely while your lips travel up to his again, making out with him. as both your tongues tangle together, you slowly move your hand lower and lower down his chest.

as your hand is about to reach its destination, mysta groans into the kiss and before you know it, your back hits the bed and mysta is now on top of you. he pants slightly and looks at you. “where do you think your hand’s going?”

you giggle, “nowhere, i have no idea what you’re talking about babe.” you blink at him innocently, with a smile on your face.

“riiiight…don’t act innocent, you had me pinned underneath you 5 minutes ago babe.” mysta narrows his eyes at you suspiciously.

“well, yeah i was just giving you kisses to show you how much i love you. nothing sus there.” you chuckle.

mysta looks at you for a few seconds, then, he lays down on top of you and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. “i love you so much baby. thank you.” he mumbles against your neck. you hum and run your fingers through his hair.

“hey but…you can’t just tease me like that and act like it didn’t happen. take responsibility babe.” mysta lifts his head up from your neck and pouts. you laugh and think: god i love this adorable, hardworking, sussy fox; and you lean up capturing his lips with yours again.

#mysta rias #luxiem #nijisanji en #mysta rias x reader #mysta rias x you #mysta rias fluff #shuchu 100 event ♡#luxiem x reader

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gothamslostboy · 1 year

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i have no proper idea for this but

hear me out

the lost boys x male reader going camping

all platonic 🫶

because even if their old vampires imagine them getting frustrated trying to set up a tent n the readers like “i got this move over” because the reader is a camping lover boy !! so he can make fires build tents make food super easily yknow ??

A/N: hello anon! I’m sorry this is kinda short, but I’ve never been camping myself. I did a little research & learning about it was fun:] thank you so much for the request! I love writing romantic fics, but I think I enjoyed this even more.

It Camp Get Better Than This

Platonic Lost Boys x Gender Neutral Reader

You David Marko Dwayne Paul

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You’re my best friend Y/N-

Hey!

You’re one of my best friends Y/N, you’re supposed to deal with second hand embarrassment!

Watching Marko & David try to set up their tent had been funny for the first 10 minutes, but now that they’ve reached the 45 minute mark it was more pathetic. I had left no stone unturned searching the internet for 100% black out tents, desperate to have a camping trip with my friends. Eventually I managed to find someone online, willing to custom make 2 of them for a steep price. But it’ll be worth it to share something I love with them for probably the first time in decades.

After setting up my tent, a regular one a friend gifted to me years ago, I offered to help the boys set up their tents. Of course, they all insisted minus Paul that they knew exactly what they were doing. Dwayne caved after 20 minutes, but the other two nocturnal know-it-alls were still going strong.

Besides, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, because we’re doing it fine! Almost done.

The tent collapses once again as I stifle a laugh, a courtesy Paul and Dwayne didn’t seem to have. Paul was literally rolling on the ground laughing, and i took my chance to assemble the tent when Marko and David got up to yell at him.

Hours passed as we joked around, David sharing stories of his past life as a gunslinger in the Wild West. His stories were fascinating, my enthrallment only breaking briefly to chuckle at Dwayne’s remarks.

So you remember how to ride a horse but Y/N had to light the fire? Real impressive memory Dave.

The stories continue until 4 am, when everyone decided to head to sleep, me more so because of my heavy eyelids than the looming sunrise that would approach soon.

We all said our good mornings as we shuffled to our tents, Dwayne making me promise I’d teach him how to identify the different species of plants around our camp the next night. I agreed, and after a strange look and a barely audible nerds from Paul, the 4 boys disappeared into their tents. I stayed up a little longer, putting out our fire and hanging our my food from the trees to protect it from wild animals. When my head finally hit my pillow, I was out like a light.

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golbrocklovely · 19 days

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A fair few people on twitter are now saying Colby and Sam groomed Katrina, that Colby 'had her' first then passed her onto Sam who groomed her until they broke up.

I am also seeing a handful of people saying Sam SA Katrina and I'm like 'so now we're entering the crazy train state of hysteria?' What are Twitter folks on? Why are they now making up lies? Is it because everyone is leaping onto the 'cancel Sam and Colby' train and thus believing everything they read on twitter now?

Not only are they inventing things now but the things they are inventing are horrific and honestly the people saying it all should be ashamed of themselves in my personal opinion.

i've seen the one twitter thread from an ex fan that said this and like…. it's actually funny to me how much they lied. like, full on lied, made shit up, not real at all lol

kat literally said so herself in a video that when she met snc she was only ever into sam. that her and colby became friends first, but that's only bc sam was so tired he barely even remembered meeting her. that's can be found in the how i met my gf video sam did years ago, around the five minute mark. that's when the story starts.

secondly, a lot of ppl continue to bring up the age gap that sam and kat had when they first started dating. kat was 16, and sam was 19. he didn't introduce her to the fandom until she was 17 and he was 20…. which would still be illegal in california but i guess is somehow more acceptable??? idk

and look, i'm not gonna comment on it. yall (as in those that want to discuss this, not you specifically anon) have your yelling matches somewhere else. bc i'm not gonna comment on a relationship that doesn't even exist anymore. not to mention kat's parents were very fully aware kat was dating sam at the time. so were his parents. so, if anyone had an actual problem with sam dating kat at the time, they should have done something.

this genuinely feels like it's coming out of nowhere. like the hate for snc on there has been constant for months now, but this uptick feels strange to me.

personally, i'm not gonna talk about it any further than this. bc i've made my opinions abundantly known at this point. i'm gonna enjoy my time, make some art, and keep it moving. and i suggest everyone else does the same.

log off of twitter, it's too much of a hellscape rn. plus snc themselves aren't on there - for good reason now, so it's not like you're gonna miss anything.

#ask #personal #snc bs

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milirii · 2 years

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hey! can i ask you for a Niko/Joel (since ive noticed its one of your faves!) with whatever emojis you like best?!

Yes you can! I used random emoji generator for the emojis and got 🙄🏥🏐. And then made the absolute superior decision to write this at uni and got some VERY good mental images in my mind 😳

Anyway, this is last emoji-drabble for now! Thank you everyone who sent these and sorry that last ones took so long ❤️ and I hope you like this anon!

Words: 311

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“What did you do now?”

Niko wasn’t even fully in the room when he asked and while Joel was actually happy that it was Niko who was seeing him this time and not someone random, he was instantly even more annoyed that Niko’s question implied that he visited the hospital regularly.

“Wow, you are really becoming a very uptight doctor who is lacking basic manners and having their head up in their ass. Nice.” Joel grumbled back at him, not even trying to behave now that it was only Niko in the room with him.

Niko rolled his eyes and sat opposite of Joel. “Sorry, why are you here? Again.”

“I can’t just come to say hi to you?” Joel raised his eyebrow, doing his best to hide the obvious pain in his face.

Niko squinted at him. “There are patients waiting for me, Joel. Tell me why you are here for real or go home and we can continue this chat when my shift ends.”

Joel grunted and finally showed his arm to Niko. “We were playing volleyball and I fell on it.”

Niko’s warm hands were on his skin immediately and Joel hissed when Niko tried to make him straighten or rotate the arm.

“I don’t think it is broken, but we should maybe take an x-ray to be sure. Have you taken painkillers already or do you want me to give you something?”

Joel nodded, “I took some like 20 minutes ago.”

Niko smiled at him. “Good. Nurse will take you to the x-ray and I have to go, but I’ll see you in a while again, okay?”

Joel was quick to grab Niko’s arm before he had a chance to move too far away from his reach. “Niko..?”

Niko understood without further words, gave a quick glance to the door and leaned down to peck Joel’s lips.

#oh i have hots for doctors and I am having feeelingss 😳#just the image of Niko with a bun and white coat is making me absolutely breathless 😵#so maybe this is also little bit self-indulgent XD but luckily I can write what I want 😂#mil's emoji drabbles #blind channel rpf #milirii writes #niko/joel

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vampireonastick · 2 years

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Hello. ^_^ Do you happen to have any theories about the water? Nikolai said that it should be too heavy to swim in, yet Fyodor and Chuuya managed to reach the ceiling. Do you think it's a plot hole or intentional? And if it's the latter, which side do you think set it up and what do you think the other side thinks of it, since it's impossible for it to be unnoticed by either Dazai or Fyodor?

Hello Anon!! I also thought it was odd that Fyodor and Chuuya were floating considering Nikolai’s earlier explanation, but I ended up completely forgetting about how weird it was with the insanity from chapter 101’s ending XD.

So I don’t have any theories, but you bringing this up got me interested in it again, so I’ll definitely take a crack at it!!

From my understanding, (formed through the combination of google, and my almost 5 year old knowledge of 11th grade chemistry (and part of grade 12 chemistry, before I dropped the class because the math was too hard…)), I don’t believe it’s a plot hole. I also don’t think it’s necessarily a set up from either side. I think it’s just how the ‘heavy water’ works.

If you are just interested in a short answer: I believe the density of the water forces Fyodor and Chuuya to the surface. The ‘not being able to swim in it’ part comes from the fact that since they are forced to the surface, it’s difficult/impossible to swim downwards, or beneath the surface, without being pushed right back up.

If you are interested in a (very) long answer, with science and stuff, it’s under the cut:

What Exactly is Heavy Water Anyway??

(Spoilers up until chapter 101 of the manga!!)

So firstly, a quick look at what ‘density’ is. We measure density by multiplying an object's mass (or, how much that object weighs) by that object's volume (or, how much physical space that object occupies).

On average, humans are less dense than regular water, that’s why we can float on its surface without sinking.

Now, let’s look at ‘heavy water’.

Heavy Water

So, ‘heavy water’ actually does exist!! (as google so graciously informed me of about 20 minutes ago, lmao I had no clue).

Though the most common formula that comes up when searching ‘heavy water’ is D2O (the formula for regular water is H2O, for reference). ‘D’ stands for ‘deuterium’, which is basically just a heavier form of hydrogen (about double the weight. Though keep in mind, hydrogen is the lightest element, with an atomic mass of 1, so double that only gives us an atomic mass of 2. But it still makes D2O heavier than regular water).

But from what I can tell, D20 isn’t what is referenced in the manga. The manga gives us this formula for it’s ‘heavy water’:

H2O18 aka ‘oxygen-heavy water’, which is 2 hydrogens bonded to an oxygen-18 atom.

I wasn’t able to find much information on H2O18, other than the fact it exists. Though when reading about D2O, I noticed there are quite a lot of similarities between its effects on humans in real life, and the effects Nikolai attributes to ‘heavy water’ in the manga. But I’ll touch more on its effects on humans later.

D2O and H2O18 actually weigh the same, and in both cases, their combined atomic weight equals about 20u. Regular water weighs 18u (one oxygen atom that weighs 16u + two hydrogen atoms that weigh 1u each).

So the difference in atomic weight between ‘heavy water’ and regular water is only 2u per molecule. But since there is obviously more than one molecule of ‘heavy water’ filling up the room with Fyodor and Chuuya (this is me, remembering I am writing about bsd here, and not researching for school anymore XD), exactly how much heavier is ‘heavy water’ compared to regular water?

‘Heavy water’ is about 10% heavier than regular water.

Regular water weighs 1,000 kilogram/m3 (cubic meter) (so if you filled a cube with 1 meter dimensions with water, the amount of water it would take to fill that cube would weigh 1,000 kilograms).

Heavy water weighs 1106 kilograms/m3 (so 10% more than regular water).

So, looking back at our formula for density, where density = mass/volume, ‘heavy water’ weighs more than regular water, so it has a higher density.

“It’s heavier than regular water, so you can’t swim in it.” (Nikolai)

I think what Nikolai is saying here, is that since the ‘heavy water’ is much denser than normal water, it is impossible/incredibly difficult to swim beneath the surface. Because human’s are less dense than water, and the added density of ‘heavy water’ means floating on ‘heavy water’ takes much less effort. They can still float in the water without drowning, and they can likely swim on the surface of the water, such as swimming from one wall to another, but they cannot dive downwards to the bottom of the cell, and swim along the floor, because the water will forcibly push them back up to the surface.

But Chuuya is Sinking???

So, this would leave us with the question of why Chuuya was able to sink at the end of the chapter. If the water is dense enough to keep him afloat, it should actually be relatively difficult to sink beneath the surface.

My idea is that it likely has something to do with how much Chuuya was struggling in the water, compared to Fyodor.

These are two panels of the two, at approximately the same time:

Fyodor doesn’t look too pleased in this panel, but he is calm. The water around him is relatively still. And his expression isn’t strained from the effort it would take to swim in such dense water, so he is likely just floating (maybe kicking his feet a little to tread water, but not enough to tire himself).

Chuuya, on the other hand, isn’t looking too hot. The water around him is much more displaced. Those little droplets are flying everywhere. This, and the struggling look on his face, suggests he is fighting against the water. He’s likely kicking his legs and flailing his arms rapidly beneath the surface, despite the fact he’ll float fine if he just relaxes a little bit. But he’s likely panicking, at least a little.

He is also tired. We know this. He was panting, dragging those guards across the floor at the beginning of the chapter, and Dazai tells us the metal of the prison walls is suppressing his ability.

So I believe the reason we see Chuuya sinking in this panel comes from a multitude of reasons.

While ‘heavy water’ is denser than regular water, and thus, much easier to stay afloat in, it does require some effort on behalf of Chuuya to stay afloat. Since he is tired, he has likely stopped trying to float, and has started to sink. (he likely won’t weigh enough to sink to the bottom, but if he doesn’t keep his head above water, he will still drown regardless).

With the amount of water he was splashing everywhere, he has likely swallowed quite a lot of it. Swallowing the water adds mass to his body, making him heavier, so he will sink easier.

In the above panel, we see bubbles forming on the surface of the water, likely from Chuuya letting air out of his lungs. Holding air in our lungs makes us lighter, like balloons. So expelling air from his lungs will also make Chuuya sink easier.

Toxicity of the ‘Heavy Water’

I’d also like to touch briefly on this point. In the manga, Nikolai describes the ‘heavy water’ as:

“Harmful to the human body. You will die if you drink too much of it.”

Again, I tried looking for information on ‘oxygen-heavy water’ (the H2O18 one the manga specifically mentions), but I wasn’t able to find anything about it being toxic.

In fact, I found one post that claims that since the oxygen atoms are the ones that hold the extra mass in H2O18, there isn’t much of a difference between it and regular water, and it is actually safe to drink (here is the link if anyone is interested, it’s a very cool article imo).

On the other hand, the other form of ‘heavy water’, D2O, is not safe to drink. A little bit is fine, but too much will cause problems. Something about how the bonds formed by deuterium (that heavier form of hydrogen that makes up D2O) are stronger than normal hydrogen bonds. This causes problems in the body, specifically, it prevents cell division.

In order to experience any serious or deadly side effects, a person would have to consume a lot of ‘heavy water’. Like a very high amount. From what has been observed so far in mammals, consuming enough ‘heavy water’ to replace 25% of your body’s water will cause sterilization. If a person consumes enough to replace 50% of their body’s water, they’ll die. So while ‘heavy water’ is dangerous in large quantities, it isn’t nearly as deadly as Nikolai makes it out to be in the manga. (here is another link for the information I mentioned in this paragraph).

Thoughts and Ideas?

But like I said, those negative effects are for D2O, and it was H2O18 that is mentioned in the manga. So I’m wondering if maybe Asagiri meant to write D2O? Because from what I’ve read, D2O is the deadly one, H2O18 is relatively harmless.

Also, if what’s filling the room is actually D2O, I wonder if a plot point will come up about D2O’s effects on cell division? I’m not sure how in the hell this could possibly work, but maybe, since Bram became a vampire due to his cells being mutated through an ability, his vampire infection works through cell mutation too?

If Chuuya drank enough water to affect cell division, could that stop his vampire mutation? (highly unlikely, he literally just swallowed that water, I am unsure of the timeframe it would take for ‘heavy water’ to have any effects, but a couple minutes seems like way too little for any of this to happen). Not to mention stopping cell production wouldn’t reverse any damage that the vampire mutation had already done to his cells. So overall, not likely. But I am wondering if Asagiri is planning on using the toxic effects of ‘heavy water’ as a plot point moving forward.

------- So yeah, this was my attempt to explain my (admittedly poor) understanding of science, so, consider this a warning not to take my word here as law or anything like that. There’s a good chance I am understanding this wrong, so if anyone more qualified would like to correct me, please feel free!!

Thank you for this ask Anon!! I had a lot of fun reading about all this stuff and writing this response!! It's been a few months now since I've had to focus my mind on anything academic, and turns out I missed it??? Imagine that. 16 years of school and apparently I'm still not sick of it XD

#bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd #bsd manga spoilers #i honestly had no idea heavy water even existed until now #it's actually so interesting #fun fact: a 'heavy water' ice cube will sink in a glass of regular water #maybe i shouldn't have dropped chem after all #the math was a nightmare though...#no regrets

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shiroi---kumo · 2 years

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Ten Q’S:

1. when are you usually online?

Nearly every day! I work from Friday to Tuesday (4:30am - 12:30pm EST) Wednesday and Thursday are my days off so I’m on for most of the day those days. I have a scheduled therapy appointment every other Thursday at 10am.

I always pop in on my breaks at work though so (8am and 11am) for about 30 minutes. If you see me posting otherwise within my scheduled work hours I’m probably cheating and using my phone real quick. I pop in every now and then to post a meme or check things but I don’t really start doing replies / posts until after I get home from work. (I normally take some kind of a nap though because I’m tired from waking up so early)

2. what verses are you involved in outside of this page?

Kumo has A LOT of verses but he mostly lives in main verse (Creeping Shadows of Anarchy) with @kazeofthemagun. I have in series verses, pre-series verse and crossover verses too! I’ve made him verses for FMA and KH. Making him verses for other places is easy too because it’s so simple to cross him over with other series / muses.

Probably my second most involved verse is actually my FMA verse “Amestris No More.” It’s come to involve quite a few blogs and different threads. It’s one giant story involving all the poor souls from FMA who have gotten sucked into Wonderland. It’s a lot of fun and I honestly love it dearly.

You can find the rest of Kumo’s verses here.

3. what is your biggest RP pet peeve?

Just talk to me. It drives me insane when people avoid talking to me for whatever reason. Communication. It drives me insane. I think my other one that’s come up more as of late is no means no. If I tell someone no to something, that’s all I should have to say.

4. are you drawn to specific types of muses?

Abso-fucking-lutely. Most of my muses tend have things in common like (but not limited to) white hair, trauma, younger in age, bitey personalities, red hair, blond hair, sarcasm, smartasses, selfless, etc. I have a type and I know it but they don’t always fall into that categories. I have some weirdos in there like Yeager.

5. are there recurring themes in your writing that people might not notice?

I write in layers. I write massive foreshadowing constantly and if you keep up with threads consistently you’ll see that most of the time they all tie together. (This happens when I do Arcs with a single muse / Amestris No More.) I echo drabbles I’ve written in threads with the same muse. I echo things from threads ago in a current one. Sometimes a single paragraph I’ll write has three different meanings to it. I write in layers.

I’m gunna use this as an example here because Quen liked it so here we go:

“ The sun wasn’t meant to mix with the rain because when it did … it only brought out the rainbow. “

Kaze is the sun side of the Unlimited pair.

“Is it going to rain?” is what Kumo’s brother would ask him when he was about to cry.

Aura (Kaze’s sister) and Lou (a girl he cared about) are the only characters in the series with the soul soil being called “Tears of the Rainbow” and when they died to give up their soil, it was the only two times in the entire series Kaze shed tears.

The sentence actually reads “Kaze shouldn’t cry because when he does it only means his loved ones have died.”

I write in layers.

6. what are your favorite RP trends?

I absolutely adore dash commentary or people sending asks / anons about current events in threads or headcanons ect. I love when the dash will blow up into everyone talking because of a single thing that got said. I just adore that. It gives that community feeling and I live for that.

7. what is your process for starting a new story with someone?

If we’re going in with the long haul, then there is half a million plotting conversations that take place. I have disco servers dedicated to ARCs for organization purposes. I have replotted scenes with someone at least 20 times so when we get there it’s amazing. I need triggers. I need to know what people are chill with. I talk things out A LOT. But if it’s just memes and stuff, oh I just wing that shit.

My Multi-thread interconnecting story ARCs? Oh those get talked about near constant.

8. how do you feel about duplicates?

I would laugh at the sheer concept of Kumo ever having one but I mean hey if I’m crazy enough to RP in this dead and buried fandom maybe someone else is too and I mean, good on them if they do. I’ve written with duplicates in the past on other blogs. I’m pretty chill about them. Just like you do you. We’re just vibing here.

9. how long have you been involved in roleplaying?

Uhhhh 22 years now? Yeah it’s been a minute.

10. is there a muse or verse you wish you could write in, but haven’t?

I just want more people in this fandom. I’m content to just keep side musing basically everyone with Quen though. It’s kinda like we’re just splitting the series down the middle and going crazy because it’s just us. LOL Really if anything? I’d love it if people wanted to talk more to my Misterican OCs. I made a meme for it and everything. Look I know they’re dead present day but it helps grow that world. You can even talk to Kumo himself when he was a kid! I would love to write more of him before he lost it all and got insanely depressed. (Prince Pilvi. He’d still be going by his given Misterican name)

stolen from @curseleads // @deathleads

#Finding Pictures in the Clouds || Dashboard Games #// About the mun #tw; long post

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i dare u to answer every question that is a multiple of 5 🫵

thank you mysterious anon i shall do so to the best of my ability...

5. Games you’ve played in the past 12 months that you really enjoyed? 12 months is a long time. i've played a lot of games in the past year so it's hard to choose... but as far as pure enjoyment factor goes, i had a great time playing paranormasight and octopath 2. both are games that completely nail their atmospheres, which has a big impact on my immersion and ability to meet the game on its own level. i often find myself having fun in spite of a game's flaws if it has a strong, cohesive setting it wants to portray. like even if some of the things that happened in paranormasight were a little silly i still wanted it to be longer just so that i could hang out in its world more. oh and splatoon 3 :) i actually made some friends by being good at salmon run how cool is that

10. Quick, name the first song from a game that comes to mind! children of the city by mili

15. A song that’s sure to hit your nostalgia buttons since this is a gaming-themed ask game, i'll say nuvema town's theme from pokemon BW since that was my first ever pokemon game. when i listen to it i can still remember picking my starter (oshawott of course) on the way to burger king. i was 10

20. A game you started up for the first time and you knew from the start it was going to be great limbus company starts with you almost getting your shit handed to you only for your would-be "saviors" to swoop in and... die immediately. and then when they're revived and find out they can't permanently die they start killing each other over petty arguments within the first 10 minutes of the game. it did a great job establishing that death is cheap in the city. limbus is the impetus for me getting into the other project moon games as well, although i suppose that was an inevitability

25. A game with a cool art style maybe it's just fresh on my brain but i liked paranormasight's art style a lot. the whole game has this grainy but unobtrusive filter over the screen and slight chromatic abberation to make it look like you're watching the events unfold through an old color tv (because you actually are in the game), and the character art is expressive yet restrained in a way i find very pleasant to look at. the use of real-life photos for backgrounds also does a lot of heavy lifting in making the game world feel real. here are some screenshots of my playthrough to hopefully help illustrate what i mean:

30. Spyro or Crash Bandicoot? um i haven't played either but i like spyro more i guess lol 35. What’s your favorite genre of game? i love me a good detective/mystery-solving visual novel. there are other games that i like more than certain mystery VNs but out of all the genres i've played mystery VNs are the ones that most consistently appeal to me

40. Pc specs if you have one! just a humble HP laptop with win11, an i3, and 8gigs of RAM... nothing special but it can run games better than my previous computer so i can't complain LOL. i mostly game on my switch anyway 45. Favorite content creator? like, gaming content? i find joseph anderson's streams very funny (his persona/zero escape/aitsf streams had me fucking rolling and i cannot wait for him to get to aini) but i'm not into game commentary personalities since i have strong opinions. i don't need anyone else's thoughts i have my own thanks

50. Do you look up tutorials, or do you like to figure it out yourself? i like to figure things out for myself, although sometimes i get stuck missing one little thing and need to look up my next step just to progress. i remember this happening in famicom detective club which was a little annoying

55. Favorite game publisher? if i had answered this question a month ago i would have said spikechun ez but project moon's sheer dedication to building such insane, intricate, and thought-provoking lore has me questioning that. and they have hamhampangpang and nobody else has hamhampangpang so.

#thank you again for the ask :^)

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Our Second Chance (Kristie Mewis x reader)

Anon request: Can you write a Kristie Mewis imagine where R has a child from a previous relationship and is on the team to. Their at camp but R has to take her daughter or son (whatever one you choose) and it’s is Kristie 1st time meeting them and she is nervous.

A/N: So the timings are different to real life in this so that the story works better.

It had been over a year since you had been called up the to USWNT camp and this one would be the first one where you would be bringing Leo with you. Leo was your 4 year old son, he had been too young to bring to camp in the past so he would stay with your mum in France.

You and you mum had moved to France after you got signed to Olympique Lyon, during your second season you had become pregnant with Leo.

Only a handful of players had met Leo considering you lived in France and very rarely went back the the states. This camp would be the first time Leo would be meeting them and although you knew he was exited, he had told you enough times, you were still nervous.

You were nervous as to how he would react around so many new faces and how they all would be around Leo but most of all your were nervous about seeing a certain blonde. Kristie was one of your best friends when you used to play in the NWSL but when you signed for Lyon everything changed. The daily phone calls turned weekly then monthly then only every once in a while. When Leo was born she sent you a text and you kept in touch for a while but then it was back to silence which you respected. Something people grow apart that is just how life is.

“We’re here Leo” you tell your son as you pull up to the team hotel.

“Time to see your friends?” He asked you.

“Yep! Now you have be a good boy because Mama is here to play Soccer”

“I’ll be a good boy, I promise” He reach his pinky out to you.

You check in and take your bags to your room before going to the make shift food hall knowing that is where most of the players would be.

“When does Y/N land?” Pinoe asks Tobin.

“She landed a couple of hours ago, she texted me 20 minutes ago to tell me she just checked in”

“Honestly, I cannot believe this is her first camp in what two years” Alex says.

“Tell me about it, Jill just said she wasn’t what the team needed”

“Yeah because winning three champion leagues back to back isn’t good enough”

Tobin goes to make a comment but she doesn’t get the chance.

“Auntie Toby!! Auntie Toby!!” Leo shouts as he runs across the room.

Tobin was the first person to meet Leo. When she played for PSG she would get on a flight to Lyon to visit the two of you whenever she could. It was nice knowing that Leo would have one person that he is used to.

“Hey little dude” Tobin says as the boy wraps his arms around her neck giving her a huge hug.

“That is adorable” Pinoe nudges Christen who is taking a photo to capture the moment.

“Where’s your mama?” Tobin asks Leo.

He doesn’t respond, instead pointing over to where you are talking to Ash.

You walk over to the table where Leo is.

“Happy to be back?” Carli asks you.

“You have no idea. I love Lyon but it feels good to be home, good to see you guys” You say as you look at everyone but frown a little when you can’t find the person you are looking for.

“Looking for someone in particular?” Sam teases.

“Maybe?” You reply.

“She is on her way down, she left her phone in her room”

You smile and nod in response.

You watch as Tobin asks Leo if he know everyones names and you give your son credit, he knows everyone.

“Who’s that?” Tobin asks pointing behind you.

You turn around to see the oldest Mewis.

“That’s Kwistie. Mama’s best fwiend”

“And you must be Leo” Kristie says.

“I am. I’m 4” Leo tells her making everyone laugh.

“He looks just like you” Kristie tells you.

“Is that a good thing?” You say playfully.

“Absolutely” She replies.

“and they are back to flirting like no time has passed” Sonnet says earning a glare from both you and Kristie.

The room goes silent for a few seconds before turning their attention to Leo who is in deep conversation with Ash about sharks.

“I’ve missed you Y/N” Kristie says honestly.

“I’ve missed you too”

You sit down next to Ash and Leo scoots into your lap but still talks with Ash.

“Are you finally going to talk to her?” Tobin asks you.

“Things are different now Tobs, I have Leo to think about”

“I know but you deserve to be happy”

You hum in response, not really sure what to say next.

You spend the rest of the afternoon catching up on everything you have missed before Leo begins to fall asleep in your arms. You tell the team that it is time to call it a night.

***************************

The next morning Leo wakes you up at 7am. You get some breakfast and decide to go to the practice field.

You see Alyssa on your way out and she asks if you want some company, a keeper to take shots at and you take her up on her offer. The more practice you get the better.

The rest of the team meet up for breakfast and your presence is noticed immediately. Vlatko tells the team that you wanted to get an early start on training and that you would meet everyone at the field.

When everyone arrives they watch you, Alyssa and Leo for a few minutes.

You are taking shots at goal. Long range, free kicks and penalties. You are definitely putting Alyssa through her paces.

“Watch it Kris, you are drooling” Sam teases her sister.

“Shut up”

“I don’t blame you, Y/N looks incredible” Kelley says.

Kristie stares at Kelley and if looks could kill the defender would be on the floor.

“Just stating the obvious, we all know she is only interested in one soccer player”

Kristie blushes at Kelley’s response.

“Yeah mama!!!!!” Leo shouts gain everyone’s attention.

“Honestly, can that kid get any cuter?” Ash asks.

“Wait till you see him decked out in his Lyon kit or when he dresses up at Spiderman, it will melt your heart” Tobin tells them.

Vlatko tells everyone to warm up. Leo takes a seat on the bench whilst you join the rest of the team.

You do a few drills before ending with a scrimmage. Leo cheering on from the sidelines.

“He’s so well behaved, does he just sit there?” Carli asks as you take a break.

“Pretty much. Sometimes he gets really exited but other that like he just likes to watch soccer”

“Just like his mom”

Your and Kristie’s team win.

“I forgot how good it felt playing with you” Kristie says

“Well you better get used to it” You say playfully.

“What do you mean?” Kristie asks. You words give Kristie hope.

“I’m here aren’t I” you tell her before walking over to Leo who is talking to Pinoe.

Kristie watches you walk away. What did you mean? Was you referring to team with the USWNT or was it something more.

“She is staring” Tobin says casually.

“Chris will you tell her to stop it” You beg Christen

“No, I agree with her. You should tell her how you feel, how you felt before leaving New York”

“I want to but”

“No buts, ask her out tonight. It doesn’t have to a date but you need time alone. We will watch Leo”

“I couldn’t ask you to do that, especially at camp”

“You’re not asking, we are offering” Christen says.

“What do you say dude? Do you want a movie night with me and Auntie Christen?” Tobin ask Leo.

He nods his head “Can we watch Wreck it Ralph?”

“Sure we can” Tobin tells your son.

You mouth Thank you to Tobin.

You had been sat on your feelings for Kristie for years. Hopefully she felt the connection too, if not at least you would get closure and could move on.

“Kwistie, do you like Wreck It Ralph?” Leo asks shyly.

“I do”

“Good, good” he says simply.

Kristie looks at you and you shrug your shoulders. You loved that out of everyone Leo was asking Kristie if she liked one of his favourite movies.

Some of the players decide to walk back to the hotel seen as though it isn’t far.

You walk with Kristie whilst Leo walks with Tobin and Christen talking about their movie night.

“Can I ask you something?” You ask her.

“You just did”

“Still I smart ass I see”

Kristie lets out a small chuckle.

“I wanted to know if you would like to go out with me tonight?” You ask her.

“I actually thought the same thing. There is a restaurant around the corner that I found, it even has a good menu for Leo”

And if it wasn’t possible to fall in love with her even more.

“You looked for him?” You ask bringing you hand to your heart.

She nods her head shyly.

“That is” you pause for a second “you are amazing but I was thinking it could be you and me. Is that ok? I mean Leo is great and will talk your ear off but I was hoping to have you to myself tonight”

“You know I always loved it when it was just the two of us. Do you have a place in mind?” Kristie asks you.

“I do. How about I meet you in the lobby in 2 hours” You suggest.

“It’s a date” Kristie says and you can see the panic on her face “I didn’t mean that, I just, I meant”

“It’s a date” You repeat the blonde’s words back to her.

***************************

Tobin and Christen come to your room to watch Leo, that way if he falls asleep they don’t have to move him.

“Remember, you need to allow yourself to be happy. I know that you have Leo and you are an incredible mother but it is ok to be selfish and want someone that isn’t you’re son” Christen says.

“I know, I just hope this works out. If not next season is going to be very awkward” you tell her and realise you have slipped up straight away.

Christen smiles and goes to talk but Tobin interrupts her.

“Leo, do you want mama to be happy?” She asks your son.

“Really happy” He replies.

Tobin holds her hands up as if saying I told you so

You shake you head at her before kissing Leo a kiss.

“Where are you going Mama?” Leo asks you.

“I am going out with Kristie” you tell him honestly.

“Leo, do you like Kristie?” Tobin asks and you roll your eyes at her again.

Leo nods his head “She is really nice, she likes Wreck It Ralph like me”

You laugh at your son’s response before leaving to meet Kristie in the lobby.

She is there waiting for you when you get off the elevator but doesn’t see you. You take this opportunity to take in the sight in front of you. She was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen.

“Like what you see?” Kristie says friskily.

“Very much” you smile as Kristie blushes, your confidence rising slightly as you find that you have this effect on her.

The two of you arrive at a small Italian restaurant and are escorted to a booth the the back.

Once you are seated Kristie refuses to make eye contact with you. Was this too intimate? Were you making her feel uncomfortable?

“Kris” You lean across the table and take her hand in yours “Are you ok?” You ask concerned.

“I’m nervous” she admits.

“Why? It is just me” you try to comfort her.

“But so much has changed, you have changed”

“I am still me, I just come with a 4 year old”

“He is great” she tells you

“He reminds me a lot of you” Kristie gives you a look “I know, it sounds strange considering you haven’t met him before yesterday but he does. I love it, it’s like having a little Kristie with me in Lyon”

“I want to tell you something but I don’t want things to change between us” Kristie explains.

“You can tell me anything”

“You broke my heart when you left from France” she says downheartedly.

“It broke my heart to leave you”

“Then why did you?”

That was a good question. You could give her the professional answer or the honest answer but Kristie doesn’t give you the chance.

“I wanted you to stay” the blonde confesses.

“If you would have asked me, I would”

You are both silent for a few seconds, you go to speak but the waiter comes over and asks you what you want to drink.

“I let you go because I was too scared to tell you how I felt”

You look at Kristie in shock, was she saying what you thought she was saying.

“and I left because I was in love with you and the thought of not being with you almost destroyed me. I ran away to France because I was too much of a coward to tell you how I really felt”

“you should have told me…wait what did you just say?” Kristie asks you.

“I was in love with you” you repeat yourself.

“Was?”

“Am in love you Kristie. There was never anyone who came close to you. I put all of my focus on Lyon and then I had Leo”

You pause when you realise that Kristie hasn’t said the feeling mutual.

“I understand if you don’t feel the same why, I mean it was a long time ago”

“No, it’s not that. I love you Y/N, I really do but this will never work. You live in France and I live in Houston”

“What if I didn’t live in France anymore”

This is what you were referring to earlier in the day when you said she better get used to you playing together.

You can tell that Kristie is confused. She had this look, her eyebrows furrow and she gets a small pout, it was adorable.

“I am not resigning with Lyon at the end of the season. Houston offered me a contract and I am going to sign”

“You’re signing with the Dash?” Kristie asks, wanting you to confirm what you have already told her.

You nod your head.

“This is our second chance” Kristie says and you wipe a tear from her face as it falls.

You move even closer to Kristie, close enough that your nose were touching. You learn in placing a soft kiss on her lips.

“It could be but things are different now. Like said I come with a four year old and I have to put him first no matter how much I love you”

“I don’t care, wait I do care. What I mean is that I am ok with that” she tells you.

“I want to believe you, I really do but I want you to think long and hard about this. This isn’t a decision that can be made in 2 minutes. Think about this Kristie, I won’t hold it against you if this is too much” you say seriously.

“It’s not but it is makes you feel better I will sleep on it and we can talk more in the morning”

“Deal. Now let’s order some food, I am starving”

The meal is spent reminiscing about the past and talking about what the future could be like.

You and Kristie walk back to the hotel. You hold her hand with no intention of ever letting go. Kristie tells you a story about how Sam but you aren’t listening, you look at the woman next to you and feel you cheeks heat up when she catches you staring.

The walk to your room is quicker than you wanted, you and Kristie stop at your door. Kristie kisses you and this one is filled with passion, you only stop when you hear movement on the other side of the door.

The door opens and you see Tobin and Leo

“Hi Mama, hi Kwistie” Leo says as you lift him up and he waves at Kristie and she waves back.

“Hi Leo”

“You’re moving back to the US?” Tobin asks you excitedly.

You think for a moment. You has been with Kristie the entire night, she couldnt have told Tobin. You move your focus to Christen, you slipped up before you left but you never confirmed anything. Then the penny drops as you look at your son.

“Leo, did you tell our secret?”

He has this mischievous grin on his face.

“You said family don’t keep secrets and Auntie Tobs is my family”

How could you argue with that.

You look back at Tobin and see that she had tears in her eyes after what Leo said.

“Well seen as though your family” you tell Tobin playfully “I am signing with Houston next season” you turn your attention to Kristie who has a huge grin on her face.

“Of course you are” Tobin teases.

Leo gets back into bed and you say goodnight to Tobin and Christen, thanking them for looking after him.

“You know we will watch him anytime. I take it you guys talked?” Christen asks.

“We did” You say looking at Kristie who is sat on the bed talking with Leo.

“Good. We will see you in the morning Y/N’

You watch Kristie and Leo, could this be your future? The three of you, a family.

“Mama, Can Kristie watch Wreck It Ralph 2 with us?” Leo asks you.

You look at the time, you could fit another movie in. Hopefully a late night would mean that Leo would sleep in. It wasn’t just up to you though.

“Have you asked Kristie if she wants to watch it?” You ask him.

“Do you Kwistie?”

“I would love to Leo just don’t tell coach that I had a late night” she jokes with your son.

“I won’t, pinky promise” Leo says holding our his little finger to Kristie.

Leo sits on the bed, getting himself comfy. When you look at Kristie she has this look on her face, one you didn’t recognise.

“What if he doesn’t like me?”

“He is a Y/L/N, of course he will like you”

“I am being serious Y/N” Kristie says and you can tell she is really worried about this.

“Do you remember at training, he asked you if you liked the movie. Not anyone else, he chose you. Movie nights are sacred to him, I don’t know why but they are yet he asked you to watch a film with him. He likes you, I can tell” You try to reassure her.

Kristie slows nods her head before going to Leo.

You put the film on and join Leo and Kristie on the bed. You wait for Leo to cuddle up to you but he doesn’t. You look over and see him tucked into Kristie side.

Realising that you are not needed, you decide to get a quick shower. When you come back out Leo in fast asleep whilst Kristie’s watches over him, you can tell she is deep in thought as her attention doesn’t move from him when you come out of the bathroom in just a towel.

You grab your phone off the tv unit and take a photo, capturing the moment in front of you.

When you look up from your phone you see Kristie staring at you.

“I don’t need to take the night to think about this Y/N”

You know exactly what she is referring to.

“I mean it. I want you, we have wasted enough time. I used to think about what it would be like to have a family with you, now I have the chance to have that”

She stoped talking but you can tell that she isn’t done yet.

“I want you, I want Leo, I want us” She tells you.

#kristie mewis one shot #kristie mewis imagine #kristie mewis x reader #uswnt one shot #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #woso x reader #woso one shot #woso imagine

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