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lunathebee · 2 years

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Pairing: Jake Lockley x fem!reader(?)

Warning: a mix of fluff and angst??? cursed words, just pain tbh, pain all over, very long wheww, Jake really missed you

A/n: PLS READ PART 1 AND PART 2 FIRST. My story is linked together, and each detail foreshadows previous parts!! You could read this part as a individual story but it hit harder if you have read p1+2.😭😭 This is part 3 yall

Summary: Jake fulfilled 2 last wishes of yours.

PART 1 | PART 2

Just like usual, Jake pulls up in a small alley and parks the car there, taking a break in the middle of the day. His eyes were red and bloodshot. He grunted in frustration and pulled down the hat to hide his face from the sunlight.

It has been one week since your death and Jake can barely sleep or function like a normal human. He stopped listening to the cassette, drank more vodka, and on top of that, he basically lives in the car now.

The thought of coming back home, back to a place where you used to be makes Jake clutch his heart in pain. He keeps avoiding the truth, avoiding the fact that you have left and will never come back to him.

But there is something that awaits Jake at home, something of yours that will soothe his pain and change him forever.

===☾︎ ☾︎ ☾︎===

"Ugh..." Jake grumbles while walking into the flat you and he shared. It needs some cleaning up but that job is for tomorrow, he needs a quick shower now and if lucky, maybe even a nap.

Jake was so tired he felt like his eyes were closing on themselves, making him dizzy and so close to just collapsing on the floor.

But right at that moment, he stepped on something on the floor. Jake lift his leg up, thinking it was some trash or newspaper, his eyes quickly widened when he realised he has stepped on your notebook.

'Shit' Jake thinks to himself while clumsily kneeling down to wipe the dirt off, but to no avail. The cover is now ruined forever with mud and the dry footprints from his shoes.

Jake mumbled out a small 'sorry Y/n' while picking up the notebook. For some reason, his heart keeps telling him to open it, despite the fact that there is nothing much beside your handwriting.

He slowly flipped through each page, reading everything carefully. There are his favorite meal recipes, grocery shopping lists, movies you want to watch, names of your neighbors, and so many more.

Somehow Jake feels bad for not noticing it sooner, turns out you were really struggling with memory loss, and this notebook is not something for fun or a cute habit of yours, the notebook is your essential to maintain life.

Jake's hand stopped when he reached a page with just a ticked line of "Learn how to dance with Jake" in the middle of it.

He brushed his thumb against the sentence and let out a long sigh. Maybe opening your notebook is not a good idea. Jake is starting to get emotional again and he hates it.

Can't you understand? You're making his life a true living hell. Each day passed and he had no one but himself and the alcohol to comfort the numbness.

It was like Y/n were gone and she took Jake's heart with her, leaving the poor man suffering in pain, desperately needing something to fill the empty void...

Jake was about to put down the notebook when he noticed how the next page corner had been folded down into a small triangle, indicating that the owner of this notebook had marked it as an important page.

Feeling curious and skeptical, Jake decided to turn the page. What he saw was enough to make his heart skip a beat.

"See the city from a skyscraper with Jake".

"See snow falling with Jake".

Two simple sentences in your handwriting got him crying, clutching the notebook in his chest with shaky hands. Jake didn't know when you wrote them, but the thought of you still thinking about him even when you're near death makes him cry even more.

Oh Y/n, you never truly know how much impact you have on your lover do you?

'Fuck' Jake cursed while wiping his face with the jacket's sleeve. He has to be strong for you and work even harder now.

He is going to fulfill those last 2 wishes of yours, and no one can stop a man who is in love to do anything.

=== 1 year later ===

Jake looks up to the high building while taking another bite of his sandwich before it gets cold. Next to him is a bulky suitcase.

Summer is harsh, but Jake hate winter more; cold wind, canned meals, and things get frozen. He wondered why and how you could even learn to love it, it's such a cruel season.

But this is not the time to debate whether summer or winter is better for Jake. He quickly tossed the sandwich wrapper in a trash can and pulled the suitcase along with him, entering the hotel.

"Hello, one night at the V.I.P room please, top floor" Jake said to the receptionist lady while stacking two big piles of beat-up money on the counter.

Instead of automatically receiving the key like he wanted, Jake was met with an apologetic smile from the woman, saying it was short of a few more bucks.

Jake stood there dumbfounded for a moment before reaching in his pocket and pulling out a handful of different things. And while the receptionist is busy picking the dollar among buttons, candy wrappers and convenience store bills, he can't help but think. 'Damn, since when did it get even more expensive?'

After a few minutes of waiting, Jake finally got the key room to himself and was guided to the elevator. He gave the bellman a nod as a thank you before the elevator door closed, moving up flawlessly.

Jake gets a bit anxious watching how the numbers keep going up and up. He has waited for this moment since forever, but somehow he still gets surprised at how tall the building is.

15.

24.

Each time Jake glances at the digital board, the arrow just keeps pointing up. It almost seems like it's endless.

27.

36.

40.

-Ding-

Finally, the elevator stopped and opened its door, letting Jake enter the luxury room.

Marble, wood, glass, and animal fur; so many different textures in every corner; without a doubt, this is a room for the wealthy to enjoy and stay in.

Jake looks around for a moment then throws his suitcase on the bed. He wants to make the room a bit more cozy and like-home. Inside the suitcase were clothes, his clothes and your clothes; some pictures in frames; a vodka flask; and most importantly, your notebook.

Jake walks up to the huge glass window, admiring the city from high above. He wishes you could be with him right now, seeing what he saw.

'I think you would love to see how tiny everything is from this height Y/n' Jake whispered with a small smile, face still pressed against the glass window.

He stands there for another minute before deciding it's enough and walking back to the bed, taking your notebook out.

"See the city from a skyscraper with Jake"

The familiar sentence appeared in front of his eyes, still looking like it had only been written yesterday.

Jake pulls out a pen from his suitcase, but for some reason, there is hesitation in his eyes. His hand holding the pen is now hovering above the sentence. This is what you want, right? And what he wants to.

"See the city from a skyscraper with Jake"

'There you go...' Jake thinks to himself, feeling somewhat relieved. He doesn't even notice he is holding his breath. Jake's eyes slowly trail down to the sentence under.

"See snow falling with Jake"

Now how is he going to do that? he can't control the weather. Maybe this wish of yours can only be fulfilled by pure luck.

Jake sat in silence, his eyes looking at your notebook, then at your clothes from his suitcase. Ah yes, he almost forgot about it.

'Let me hang it up for you Y/n' Jake mumbled while reaching out, it's a dress in your favorite color; but not just a random dress, it's the dress he bought you with his own pocket money, the dress that makes your eyes sparkle with joy and happiness, and the dress that you wear when you practice your dance with him almost every night....well, used to of course.

Jake holds up the dress, looking for any dust or loose thread, making sure that it's still in pristine condition before putting it up on a mannequin torso stand.

Outside, the sun is slowly going down, turning the blue sky into a jet black colour. Jake thinks to himself for a moment, unsure if he should do what he is thinking, but hey, who can judge him?

"May I have this dance with you, my love?" Jake said while looking at your dress, hand holding out with a whole different manner.

Silence fills the room but that doesn't bother him, he just wants to dance with you again, like in the good old days. Jake held the mannequin up close to his body while moving slowly.

One, two, there.

Left foot and right foot.

Four, five, six.

Turn and spin.

Jake closed his eyes and forgot about everything else, only focusing on the dance and you.

In a blink of an eye, it was like Y/n was really there with Jake too, her body floating along with him, dancing gracefully to the dance moves both of them are so fond of.

Maybe it was an illusion, maybe it was a ghost, but Jake didn't care; you were so real, so so real. To the point, he can feel the warmth from your body when you hug him, your hands rubbing and patting his back after you guys finish the dance.

"Hi baby, I missed you too, wanna tell me what happened when I was gone?"

That night, Jake told Y/n everything he had experienced, how miserable he was when she was not there with him, and how much he missed her.

Y/n chooses to smile and listen to everything Jake has to offer, nodding in between his rant.

That night, they lay on the bed together, face to-face, Y/N's leg over Jake's body while his arm was on her waist.

"서두르지 마요 못다 한 얘기가 있어요

Don’t rush, there are things I haven’t told you yet

잠이 들고 나면 오늘은 어제가 되어버려요

After we fall asleep, today will become yesterday

계속 내 곁에만 있어 주면 돼요

Just keep staying by my side"

Jake feels like he is dreaming. The woman lying next to him has your eyes, and your smile too; you look so different, but at the same time, you're still his beloved Y/n.

"You're so beautiful," Jake blurted out while caressing your cheeks.

"Am I?"

"The most beautiful in the world, no one can compare to my girl"

Who knew Jake could be so cheesy at times like this? But after all, Jake is Jake, and it only takes one second for everything to become serious for him.

"Are you staying?" Jake whispers

"Maybe, I stay wherever you decided to put me"

"Are you leaving?" Jake fiddles with the blanket.

"Only if you want me to"

The answer makes Jake feel a bit better, but he still feels incomplete. You're here, and yet the storm inside him only grows bigger and bigger.

"Why do you have to leave so soon?"

"We all have to leave at some point, Jake. You shouldn't focus on the ending so much to the point you forget how pretty the beginning was. I never regretted loving you. "

Jake thinks for a moment before saying. "Will I ever forget you?"

"I don't know, but I think there's a way for you to get over me Jake"

"How?" Jake held his breath while waiting for the answer.

"When it is snowing outside, I think there will be snow tomorrow, don't you think?"

"눈이 올까요

Will it snow?

우리 자는 동안에

When we are asleep?

눈이 올까요

Will it snow?

그대 감은 눈 위에

On top of your closed eyes?

눈이 올까요

Will it snow?

아침 커튼을 열면

When we draw back the morning curtains

눈이 올까요

Will it snow?"

Jake doesn't say anything back. Perhaps he is too tired and can't resist closing his eyes.

A kiss on the forehead and a small whisper of "goodnight Jake" are all he knows before falling into a deep slumber.

"잘 봐요 밖이 유난히 하얗네요

"눈 눈이 와요

Look closely it's so white outside"

Before Jake even realized it, the sun was already coming up; the sunlight from the window shining through, making him want to hide his face in the pillow and sleep more. This is without a doubt the best sleep he's ever had; no nightmares or tears, just a restful night.

Snow, it’s snowing

눈 눈이 와요

Snow, it’s snowing

눈이 와요

It’s snowing

눈이 와요

It’s snowing"

Jake slowly open his eyes, wishes to see you're still next to him, but you were gone; there are nothing left beside blanket and pillow with him alone in the bed.

The sudden chill and coldness make Jake shiver. He looks outside the window, and to his surprise, it's snowing. It's such a beautiful scene, but to Jake, that only means it's time to say goodbye.

After cleaning up and finished packing the suitcase, he open your notebook again.

"See snow falling with Jake"

...

"See snow falling with Jake"

Jake looked out the window one last time, wanting to imprint the scenery on his brain. He looked back at your notebook and decided to write a few more things.

Dear my Y/n, the snow is falling, just like what you said yesterday. I love you so much, and it will never change.

-Jake Lockley-

Jake closed the notebook shut after that and decided it was time to let it go. He has finished what he wanted to do. The journey ends here.

"창 밖에도 눈이 와요

It’s snowing outside

어제 우리 말한 대로

Just like we said yesterday

차를 한 잔 내려드릴게요

I’ll make you a warm cup of tea"

'I think here is a good spot Y/n' Jake said while putting your notebook on a bookshelf. It's so tiny between the stack of magazines and different thick books.

Maybe it's a good thing. No one will ever find your notebook again, it's going to be a secret between you and Jake only.

-Ding-

The familiar sound from the elevator signals to Jake that it's time to go now. He got in and never looked back at the room or the hotel. The farther he goes, the hotel becomes out of sight until it is entirely swallowed by white snow.

Jake has decided to 'sealed' his love for you at that place.

Forever.

#jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x y/n #jake lockley x you #marc spector #steven grant #marvel moon knight #moon knight x reader #moon knight angst #moon knight imagine #moon knight fluff #oscar isaac

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sashi-ya · 3 years

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Living with the Pirates of Heart ~Day 9: The Proposal

Hi babies! So, here we are with day 9 of this series. I know this took a long time, but you know all of the shadow banning and the current event made everything get a little delayed. But, even though, here we are with a new story, this time Law is asking Reader an important question... what would it be? 🙊

A/N: Reader is Law’s girlfriend. The fluff (and some angst that hell made me cry) is everywhere. Please enjoy your crying. Btw, the angsty part will have more details in future days. Oh and at the end there is a picture of that specific element! ♥ ~

WC: 2.1K

Day 1; Day 2; Day 3; Day 4; Day 5; Day 6 ; Day 7; Day 8; Day 9; Day 10

Tag list: @rivvd-art

Day 9: The Proposal

Long legs, long lean legs that tremble. His lips also tremble. Perhaps his voice too. Everything does.

“Am I ready?”. “What if she says no?”. “Is this romantic enough?”. “Ugh, I hate wearing a tie”.

The tie around his neck seems to be tangling, almost choking the young man. Tattooed fingers that fidget with a velvety box inside his pocket. A drop of sweat that garnishes his temple.

“Am I really doing this?”

The sun is going down, orange light that tints the whole autumn landscape. Sunflowers fields, wheat fields. Grey irises reflect her image. A yellow flowery dress flows with the wind as she walks where the soon to be fiancé stands.

“Law...?”

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Two weeks before…

“You should wear a suit”. “And a rose on the front pocket”. Law’s best friends surround him, it’s late at night. The captain hasn’t been able to sleep -even less than always-. Something has been haunting his nights constantly. He remembers her words, “Ikkaku, of course I wanna get married! I want to wear a big princess white dress!”. Words he accidentally heard; words that now won’t let him rest. He often finds himself daydreaming of her coming to him, a church, her in white… but this is so scary. What if he is not enough? Marriage should be forever, what if he… what if, what if.

“Captain, you suck ass when it comes to romantic stuff. Leave it all to us” Shachi suggests. “I don’t trust you, Shachi” he says. “What is her favorite type of island, Law? Is already October, an autumn one would be perfect” Penguin tells. “Well, she likes fall… Bepo, can we set course to an autumn island soon?” Law asks. “Aya Aya, Captain! In about two weeks we will be arriving at Hazel Island. Do I set the course?” the mink navigator informs. “Yes, please”.

But this conversation hasn’t always been like this… And Law took way too much to even communicate with the guys about his wedding plans. Not to mention, she, her lover, you, began to feel like shit. Law was acting weird -weirder than ever-. He wasn’t speaking, not even kissing her and it was concerning.

You have stopped sleeping in his room and came back to your old one. At first, it hurt. You kept thinking about him becoming tired of you, so you decided to give him space… If you only knew.

Law wasn’t eating properly, too. He takes way too much to process changes, and his brothers knew exactly that something was wrong with him. And so, one night they planned an emergency intervention…

“He is gonna slice my head up, let Bepo go first”. “WHY ME?”. “Stop, you two”. Penguin broke through the door of Law’s room. The doctor was sitting over the bed, eyes closed, yet glossy cheeks from past tears. “THE FUCKING FUCK IS GOING ON WITH YOU?”.

Law opened his eyes right away, he got so scared he even fell back on the bed. He was so sunk into his own misery he had shut down his own observation Haki. Law was completely vulnerable. And this had happened before…

Pen, Shachi and Bepo sit around him. “We are not going anywhere until you tell us what’s going on” Shachi said, putting his forearm in front of his head just in case his Captain decided to attack him. Law didn’t speak for a long time, and instead he just laid there squeezing his fluffy hat. The guys understood that in order for him to speak, he had to feel safe and decided to hug him tightly.

“Law… this is just like those times with our old man” Shachi said. “Man, I miss Mr. Wolff!” Pen whispered. The mink wasn’t speaking either, until… “I’m sorry” Bepo excused himself just because. “WHAT FOR?” Penguin shouted. “I don’t know. Sorry” the polar bear apologized once again. “Bepo!!!” Shachi screamed. A subtle, low, yet pure laugh could be heard in between the guys bickering. Law’s soft laugh. “There you go, little booboo!” Penguin mocked the doctor. “Stop, you guys!”.

The night went by just like those old times at Mr. Wolff cabin. They felt little one more time, they laughed, they fought with the pillows, they tried to make Law to eat umeboshi… but failed. Yet, the reason for Law's misery wasn’t exposed until late in the night…

The band decided to sleep in Law’s room for the night. It was really late, almost dawn when Law looking at the ceiling confessed.

“I want to propose to her”.

Silence. Total and complete silence. The guys weren’t sure if they had heard those words. Law getting married? You know how weird that sounds?. “Oooook…” the elder, Penguin, said. None of them were even blinking.

Some minutes later, Bepo started crying. He jumped over Law, hugging him, in full garchu mode. “Captain!!! ohhhh captain!! You married!! I’m so proud of you!” the Mink cried out loud, snot all over Law’s cheeks. “Bepo, for the love of God. Stop!!” And even if Law was still feeling insecure, the pain of having so much inside his chest was finally released…

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“Guys, get ready! We are emerging soon! shouts Law, who has been informed about the Polar Tang finally arriving at the destination that will be in his memory, forever.

“Law is there anything on this island?” you ask, still a little bit hurt because Law kept acting cold with you for a few weeks now. “Uhm… not really. We need supplies” he lies. And you know he lies, but you prefer to believe in his words. After all, there was nothing else to do.

He quickly leaves the submarine without you. Bepo, Shachi and Pen go with him. “Why are you leaving me, Law?...” you mumble as you watch his silhouettes disappear in the busy streets of that beautiful fall island. Ikkaku pulls you out of your misery, “I heard this island has the most beautiful wedding dresses ever, let’s go explore!”. “Ok…” you accept, because even if you don’t really feel like watching such dresses, you want your friend to be happy.

The cobbled streets full of red, orangey, and brown dry leaves that crunch under your feet, are full of stores and lively people. The scenery at the back of the street shows beautiful mountains that start to show a white crown around their peeks. Everything smells like cinnamon and cardamom; some pumpkins garnish the entrance of the many wooden buildings.

A hot chocolate on your hands warms your fingers, as the weather gets a little colder. For some reason, your friend insisted on you two wearing pretty dresses and not that boring white boiler suit. The tips of your noses show a little blush when you two look at the photos Ikakku’s little portable den den mushi took of you.

“Babe, look! Look! aren’t they pretty?” the brunette points at a princess-like white dress at some shop window. You are driven like a bug to the light. The white wedding dress is perfect. Your reflection shows on the window, and you can even imagine yourself in it. “Why don’t we try it?” Ikkaku suggests, pulling you into the store.

“The girls have entered the wedding dress store. Phase 1, ready. Over and out” Shachi informs his partners in crime via his portable den den mushi. “You are such a nerd, Shachi… over and out? Come on!” Law grunts on the other side of the line. “Fuck you, Captain” Shachi hangs the transponder while hiding behind a wall.

On the other side of the street Penguin tells Law, pushing himself to enter into a little -yet expensive looking- jewelry shop, “Ok, so now Ikkaku got her into a good mood. Next, the ring”

“Welcome, refined men. That’s a good-looking suit, sir!” the old guy from the store greets them. “G...good af… afternoon” Law stutters as he gets closer to the counter. Pen has to suppress a giggle, it’s so damn funny looking at the cool laid-back man acting all clumsy and nervous.

“Looking for a wedding ring, perhaps?” the old man guesses. “Yes… a rose gold one, please” Law asks, sure that’s your favorite color for jewelry. The man shows him the multiple options, yet none seems to please the surgeon. Until something catches his eyes.

“Excuse me Sir, what about that one?” Law points at a specific ring the man didn’t show him yet. The man, surprised that a young pal had picked a vintage one, takes the ring out of the counter and puts it into Law’s palm. “This one… Pen. It’s perfect. It reminds me of...” Law chimes showing the gold band with a Rubi heart to his friend. “It’s really pretty, Law” Penguin tells him, melting because of Law’s happiness.

“That’s actually a vintage one. A random man once sold it to me. He said he found it in a destroyed city… Flevance… You know, the place where… well. It has a name engraved on the inside. We could buff it out if you prefer” the jeweler informs them. And Law, who is barely hearing what the old man is saying, gets his eyes full of tears when he reads the name of his mother on the inside of the ring. “Law” Penguin whispers, putting a hand over his shoulder.

“I… sir… this is my mother’s” Law mumbles. “Is it? I bought it from a man who used to loot abandoned places” the jeweler says, heartbroken because of his client’s reaction.

“Boy, take it. That’s yours”

Bepo and Shachi have already prepared the hill where the proposal is gonna take part. They call a few times before, until Penguin answers. “Oi, having a little meltdown here” he informs. “What the fuck, why?” the red-haired asks. “Tell you later, we are already walking up to there. Did you tell Ikkaku?”. “I did, Sir!”.

Puru puru puru… puru puru puru…

“(Name), can you wait for me a sec? Gotta answer” your friend says and runs out of the store. You two have been trying some white dresses, and now are actually trying for some shoes. Ikkaku going out to answer a call is quite weird, but you try not to think much.

Suddenly, she enters and snatches you from your arm. “It’s time! Let’s go!” she screams. You, stumbling on your own feet, running to keep up with his pace, ask her what’s going on. “Ahh… you will see when we get there!”.

Sun is setting over the horizon, everything looks so pretty under an orange and lilac sky. A soft breeze plays with your hair while you run with your friend through a path surrounded by poplars and sweetgums. You climb a hill, a path formed by some burning candles guides you to a pretty arch made out of branches, leaves and fairy lights. From the hill you could see endless sunflower and wheat fields. And under the arch, the love of your life waits for you dressed in a black suit.

“Law…?”

You get reflected on his grey eyes; he gets on yours. The sienna light that bathes both of you, makes his caramel skin look so pretty. No other man, there is no other man. You walk up to him; he moves back and forth in his place with his hands on his pockets.

“Babe… uhm” he mumbles, lips trembling. His eyes are wide open, a drop of sweat on his temple. “Law? What is this? This is so pretty!” you tell him, trying to understand what’s going on. “Babe… I… (Name)-ya…”. “What, Law?”.

Suddenly the doctor puts one of his knees on the ground. “L-aw? Y... You…” you stutter, it couldn’t be… no way…

Your lover blinks a few times, his perfect profile bathed by the sunset light. He takes some air and pops the question; “(Name)-ya...Marry me, please”. He shows a little velvet box open, a rose gold ring with a ruby heart strung into it. “Please, marry me. I… I love you” he utters.

Your eyes get filled with tears, yet your heart is full of joy and relief. You crunch in front of him, grazing your hand over his cheek.

“Of course'. Of course babe! I love you Law, I love you so much!

Your now fiancé, takes the ring out of the box and softly slides it into your finger. Both of you stand up. Law, who started crying like never before, holds you from your waist and makes you spin in the air.

“I’m the happiest man alive!!!” he shouts, loud, loud enough for the whole island to hear. “I LOVE YOU, (Name)-ya!!”.

A smile, the smile your memory will cherish until your last breath… ♥ ~

[To be continued…]

Btw, I got inspired by this ring ♥

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epic-potato-crisp · 3 years

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Courtship - Part 3 (AjinWeek21/1)

Notes: So I decided to continue this for Ajin Week 2021! (although I was torn between making this a Sato fic cause you know. Hat.)

Day 1: Favorite character / summer break/ hat

Favourite character: Both Kei and Kou are among my favourite characters, Kei especially is one of my favourite protagonists of all time, and summer break, because this place during the sweltering time that is training camp. (fun! :D)

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“Really?” Kei asks with growing annoyance as the vampire movie plays out on the screen in front of them. “Really?!”

“I can’t believe you haven’t seen that!” Kou defends himself, depositing the bowl of chips into Kei’s lap so his hands are free to adjust the volume.

“This is not what I had in mind when I agreed to…well, dating you.” Kei says, lowering his volume at the last three words that seem a little too foreign too pronounce.

“Why not?” Kou replies, “Movie nights are a super normal thing to do, not even for a date-“ He in comparison, has zero trouble adequately naming their current situation – “or with friends!” He smirked, which could never mean anything good: “Which you’d know, if you had any-“ Kou winces as Kei’s elbow rams into his side.

“I did have friends.” Kei grumbles through his teeth, stretching out his feet over the old and battered, but still quite comfortable couch. This is, surprisingly, afar more relaxing activity than he had initially anticipated.

Even if the movie is grating on his nerves.

“Why is everyone trying to befriend her?” he asks, exasperatedly. Bella Swan had made it perfectly clear that she was not interested in socializing from the moment she had arrived in her father’s rainy suburban town. And yet, in the first half an hour, not only had her childhood best friend shown up, she’d also been introduced to numerous classmates and faculty, and on top of that, was subtly encouraged to take a glance at a family of – vampire’s, that was his most likely prediction based on what he’d heard of the plot.

“Well, she’s new and people wanna get to know her. Nothing wrong with that.” Kou said diplomatically.

“Ugh.” Kei groans, and takes a sip of his coke. Eriko had always tried to make him watch these movies, which, if he was correct, were five in number, because apparently it was no enough to have a fourth movie. No, it had two be dragged out across two volumes. So far, he had been able to avoid it. Until training camp.

“Which you’d know, if you’d had-“

“Shut the fuck up.” Kei snaps, and the mood sours for a moment.

“Right, right, I’m sorry.” Kou says, after a beat of silence, and then his hand reaches over to grasp Kei’s.

“Is that really necessary?” Kei mutters, feeling his cheeks heat up. He prays that the darkness of the room, only lit up faintly by the TV, serves as enough cover.

“Well, it’s a date, right?”

“Stop saying that all the time.”

“Date. Date. Daaate.” Kou sing-songs, grinning at Kei knowingly.

The latter glowers: “Are you in elementary school?”

Kou laughs. He still doesn’t let go of Kei’s hand.

Kei feels his heartbeat quicken, ever so slightly, nervousness manifesting in the pit of his stomach. He chalks it up to the unfamiliar situation. After all, he really doesn’t know whether the movie will provide suitable entertainment for the next one and a half hours. There is no way it has anything to do with Kou.

At least, it shouldn’t.

“If you could choose between being a vampire and an Ajin, what would you pick?” Kou asks, out of the blue.

The movie had ended just a little while ago, a pointless two hours and six minutes of a supernatural romance that Kei couldn’t care less for. It was a little past ten, and they were not finished for a long while, apparently, if the cover for the second movie, blinking traitorously in Izumi’s streaming library, was anything to go by.

“Not this again.” Kei sighs, “Do you spend all day on these unlikely scenarios?”

“It’s that not unlikely.” Kou argues, “Come on, a few years back, you didn’t even know Ajin existed! And now you’re one!”

“Of course I knew they existed. It’s part of the school curriculum.” Kei deadpans, this particular lesson still rather unsettlingly fresh in his memory.

“Which you’d know if you’d gone to school.” He adds, acidly.

“Wow, harsh.” Kou pouts, “I did go. I just…dropped out. There’s a difference. Everyone knows that.” He mumbles.

“Keep telling yourself that” is on the tip of Kei’s tongue, but he swallows it down, if only to retain the peace. And perhaps because he would feel the tiniest bit guilty further prodding at that sore spot.

But school is something he does not want to think about for a good while again. The memory brings only pain. Betrayal from his classmates, from teachers, a jealousy- one that Kou would never be able to comprehend - on missing out on education that is a given for his former classmates.. A High School degree that he will never receive, if the government has any say in it, after all the years and effort, the hours of studying and revising he has put into it. A bleak future with all paths to prestigious medical universities blocked irreversibly. His only crime had been crossing that road that day. If only I could be reborn, Kei thinks miserably, then I could get a new chance. chance. He is in dire need of a new identity. Perhaps he can later guilt Tosaki into creating one for him.

“So circling back to the topic at hand, vampires.” he says, reluctantly.

“Heck yeah.” Kou agrees, excitedly, “So?”

“There are pros and cons on both sides.” Kei shrugs, “If you were a vampire, you wouldn’t be able to age and have a career, build a reputation. You’d have to get a new identity every few years. That sounds like a hassle. And don’t get me started on the…blood lust.”

The vampires and even humans in the movie had looked hungry in a completely different way whenever that topic came up. As though sucking your body’s circulatory system dry was desirable under any circumstance. Kei shuddered at the thought.

“You mean, you wouldn’t be able to build a family, live out your life with your friends, that kinda stuff?” Kou asks.

“I was referring to the important things, but I suppose.” Kei says loftily.

“Yeah, well, you’re wrong about that. Even vampires enjoy having relationships.” Kou argued.

“Debatable.”

“Bella seems pretty happy with the Edward guy.” his teammate emphasizes, “No matter if he’s a vampire or not.”

“But it is going to be a problem in the future.” Kei argues, “Honestly, she should have just stayed with Jacob and been done with it. It’s a suitable match, why put in any extra effort? She’s just going to grow old while he stays young forever.”

“Figures you’d go with the childhood best friend.” Kou mutters, flicking crumbs of his trousers.

“What?”

But Kou – strangely, for once in his life- doesn’t seem to haven an emergent need to elaborate further on the matter.

Kei probably should have said something a long time ago.

Perhaps he should have stopped Kou from starting the blasted second movie, but “Kei, it’s not that late! And how else will you know how it ends?” (Apparently, never was not a viable option.)

So here they are, sitting through another two hours of what Kou calls an “iconic classic” and Kei under his breath refers to as trash, but not the recyclable kind.

The cinematography is stunning, he has to admit begrudgingly, and the plot, albeit ridiculous, still manages to draw him in enough for him to forego his plans of turning the movie off several times, which is quite bothersome.

Well, fine then, Kei thinks to himself, at least now if Eriko badgers him about those movies again, he can give her a detailed review of every single logical error he has discovered so far.

He is considering starting a list, just so as to have some backup proof. His little sister’s education doesn’t have to suffer any more than it already had.

“Is she really going to sit around for months and wait for him to come back?” Kei complains, grabbing a fist full of popcorn from the bowl Hirasawa had made for them, “That’s a complete waste of time.”

“I don’t know, don’t you think some people are worth waiting for?” Kou threw in, giving Kei a knowing -sort-of-look that he couldn’t place.

It was the first sentence he had spoken in a while. Apart from his rambling monologue to get Izumi to join them a while prior when she came in to check if the streaming service was working.

“Did you see these movies already, Izumi-san?” Kou had asked and Kei surely hadn’t imagined the blush pinkening her cheeks.

“Oh, those? Just…once.” she’d replied, her voice sounding a little too high-pitched for that to be true, “It all seems fine, so I should get going-“

“Ah, already? Take a seat, take a seat!” Kou says generously, gesturing to the couch, “You need a break too, right?”

And Izumi did, albeit only tentatively on the edge. “I’ll be gone in a few minutes.” she promises.

She lied. Fifteen minutes later, she is still there and Kei doesn’t have the heart to kick her out, despite this being a a date, as he not so subtly communicated to Kou via verbal cues – all of which the other successfully ignored -but then, he bitterly thought, what chance did their pseudo-trial stand against Kou’s immortal woman of his dreams?

His thoughts screech to a halt. What does he even care what Kou thinks about either of them? It was all beyond ridiculous.

“It depends on how long you’re waiting for them.” Kei says, in response to Kou’s earlier question, “What about you, Izumi-san?”

“I think some relationships are worth preserving.” Izumi replies meaningfully, but right before she can say anything else, her phone goes off, the Caller-ID flashing with a familiar name.

“It seems Tosaki-san needs my assistance.” she says, barely concealing a wistful sigh, “Have fun you two.”

“He really needs to stop working you to the bone.” Kou complains.

Kei has the decency to feel guilty about the relief that settles in him when she leaves.

The motorcycle ride looks engaging. An activity Kei himself wouldn’t mind doing, seeing as there was zero risk involved to his safety with his newfound Ajin status.

As he verbalizes all of this, Kou gives him yet another of these knowing looks.

“Well, you were always one for motorcycles, weren’t you?” he says, tone bordering on smug.

Kei frowns. “Where did you get that idea from? I’ve only ridden one so far, but that was with Kaito.”

“I know.” Kou says, and then downs the rest of his coke.

“Refill?” he asks, holding out his hand for Kei’s glass.

“Sure.” Kei says, passing it over. He eyes Nakano skeptically, for any hint as to why his demeanor kept fluctuating.

“Here you go.”

“Thanks.” Kei cautiously takes the glass from him. Their fingers brush, lingering just a second too long to be casual. Kei notices how the tips of Kou’s ears redden and uses his momentary distraction to his advantage.

“You really hate that Jacob guy, don’t you?”

Judging by the look on his teammate’s face, he hit the nail on the head.

“I, uh, well hate is a kinda strong word.” Kou hesitates, stumbling over words, “He’s just not my favourite.”

“Really?” Kei asks, raising an eyebrow. In all honesty, he isn’t very interested in either of the characters, but psychoanalyzing Kou is what gives the evening its spice.

“Why is that so surprising?” Kou pouts.

“Because he’s just the same sort of muscle-brained idiot that you are.” Kei responds, gracing Kou with an exasperated look, before turning back to the movie.

“Oh.”

His words seemed to have had a profound effect on his teammate. Whatever sort of enlightenment had reached Kou, it had visibly brightened his mood.

“He is, isn’t he.” Kou says, with a small laugh.

“I don’t know why that is so surprising.”

“Guess I never thought of it that way.”

Which was exactly why it fit so well, Kei thinks to himself. Kou looks positively thrilled with the new discovery. As much as it pains to admit him, a lot remains about his teammate that he still doesn’t understand.

“I think he might be becoming my new favourite character.” Kou says, conspiratorially, sliding closer to Kei and slinging arm around him.

As the movie goes on, Kei starts to feel more and more tired. The comfortable atmosphere and the constant stream of voices from the TV serve to lull him a sleepy state. “Wake me up when they reach Italy.” he mumbles, the exhaustion of another day spent training finally catching up with him.

Kou mumbles an affirmative, and that’s where Kei’s memory cuts off.

The next thing he knows, someone is prodding at him from the side, instructing him to wake up.

“Fine, five more minutes.” Kei says, swatting the offending hand away.

He blinks as he comes too, shielding his eyes against the sudden brightness of the room.

The movie has ended, but even if hadn’t, Kei wouldn’t have been able to see much of the screen.

Not with Tosaki blocking their view.

“It’s almost 1 am.” he informs them through clenched teeth, “Get upstairs before I sever the internet connection.”

It’s a substantial threat. Substantial enough to briefly distract Kei from the fact that he had fallen asleep right on top of Kou.

“Fuck.” Kei swears under his breath, sitting up straight.

His teammate seems less perturbed.

“You missed the ending.” is all Kou has to say for himself, with a shit-eating grin.

(“It really is pointless.” Kei whispers, later that night, as they are both lying in Kou’s bed, a hair-brained decision that Kei blames his tiredness for.

“The whole being with a vampire. She can’t be, unless someone turns her into one, but that would be the epitome of a ridiculous clishé".

“…”

“Oh God, please tell me I’m wrong.”)

#ajinweek21 #ajin #ajin demi human #ajin fanfic #courtship #copious amounts of twilight references

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mischas · 4 years

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what do you think are some of the most underrated ryan and marissa moments? i think there are a lot of little things people forget from season 3, cos it's so bad as a whole

Ahh, okay, I’ll get emo over this for u

1x06 when Caleb’s girlfriend tells Ryan "I’d give anything to be that miserable. [...] That’s what it feels like to be in love”

1x07 Maybe this isn’t underrated but “Did you ever wonder why I came to the poolhouse to find you?” “Every day”

Their interactions in 1x12. They’re very sweet and very ‘together’ amid Luke’s heavy storyline. Even with their fight, and Ryan accusing Marissa of breaking his trust (oof), they’re in a nice place. I love the two seconds we see of Marissa’s habit of driving both Ryan and Seth to school. Love that they did that for months.

1x22 “You can be the beauty” I DIE

2x04 Seth says, right in front of them I may add, “Ryan and Marissa, that’s an epic tale right there”

2x05 “The penguin likes Marissa”

2x06 Two moments that are blink and you miss it. First in the poolhouse Marissa knows Ryan is sitting far away from her on purpose so she says something like “hey, I don’t bite” and the fact that he purposefully added distance between them always said something to me. The other moment is at the end of the ep in the left hand corner I believe. When Marissa is holding a tray of eggnog, Ryan puts a yamaclaus on her head. Maybe it was just Ben and Mischa fooling around but it’s super cute.

2x07 When he puts his arm around her in the Cohen kitchen. They already had bagels, but she brought some over as a peace offering for her behavior the night before. How Seth and Ryan both say their old ones were stale and Ryan says, “Almost chipped a tooth” it’s SO charming and sweet and the more I think about it, that’s one of my absolute favorite scenes of the show.

2x17 “I thought ugly hats were your thing”

2x21 they actually do have a phone call during this ep where he says he wishes he was home and she says the same and the way they can never fully say what they mean is VERY them lol

2x23 When he asks her to prom

3x01 Sandy says “You have a hell of a girlfriend. And if you two get married, you’ll have one hell of a mother-in-law.” I get chills from this line. This is what I DESERVED.

3x02 This is also probably not underrated but their scene on the ferris wheel. Love my reminiscent babes. “We’ve just got to find our moments” OH and earlier in that ep when Ryan apologizes to her at the lifeguard stand and plays with her fingers. It’s one of the few times in s3 I feel like we see them being fluid with one another. The way they talk with their hands held, talking about getting through this year together. Damn, that closeness was right there, and then it’s just thrown away. Another addition in this ep is when Sandy and Julie meet with the dean and Sandy remarks, “One Montague, one Capulet” referencing RM being Romeo and Juliet. A small moment but cute.

3x04 Before Forever Young, Marissa talks about the dance “I spent the whole time wishing you were there”

3x05 Marissa comparing Ryan leaving to Jimmy leaving and calling him a coward, and also when Ryan shows up to have lunch with Marissa at Newport Union. It’s very couple-y.

3x06 Summer says Marissa is busy and Ryan says “Is she studying? Because I’ve been known to get her to blow off some schoolwork”

3x07 Not sure these are underrated but the hug on the beach is perfect and their scene at the end in front of the fire is really nice too. There’s also a moment at the Bait Shop with Johnny when Marissa is saying something and she slaps Ryan’s arm (really lightly) to get him to say something too. It’s really subtle but cute.

3x08 When Ryan surprises Marissa at NU and they kiss. Also the end scene where they’ve basically made plans to go to Berkeley together talking to SS “We’ll be in Northern California, you’ll be in Rhode Island”

3x09 “You got a lap dance?” is really cute and I LOVE the talk they have at the end where Marissa is on the bed in the poolhouse and Ryan is in her room. You’d think the Johnny story would’ve been kaput at this point but no

3x11 When Marissa says she hasn’t seen Johnny in weeks and says she, Ryan, Seth, and Summer spent like a whole month hanging out, and later Summer tells Ryan about Marissa’s weird penchant for befriending strange dudes “It’s the way she’s wired. You wouldn't love her if she wasn’t” which says a LOT

3x12 In Marissa’s closet “I do have a great boyfriend” “You have a great boyfriend”

3x13 Kaitlin prods Ryan about Marissa and picks up a framed photo of them at the beach from 3x01. What was this doing in his room. On his bedside table. Did Marissa give it to him? Did he frame it???? Alright also when Kaitlin prods Marissa about Ryan she says “Yeah, you guys are soulmates, blah, blah, blah” as if she’s heard those words from her sister’s mouth a million times before

3x14 When they’re making out in the poolhouse and Marissa answers Kaitlin’s call “I’m busy” and Ryan says “Gettin’ busy” into her neck it’s very practiced and fluid in a way we never got to see them that season and I will rage forever. Also Kaitlin’s metaphor about Baskin Robbins ice cream basically saying Marissa was afraid of her love for Ryan and found other avenues to run away from the one thing she loved most. Very intense and never brought up again, so yeah.

3x17 I love the angst of this episode. They finally feel like teenagers again, awkwardly avoiding each other in the halls at school. The model home stuff is not underrated, but I love the angst of the moment Marissa turns away at the end of the episode, fully convinced she shouldn’t be in Ryan’s life. It’s sad and parallels to 1x02 so much. I love that she made him a copy of The Model Home Mix. I love the details they added that Ryan had always wanted another copy. Summer mentioning the romantic feel of the gesture. I love that Ryan was able to sit in her trailer and listen to it without her knowing. That tether of theirs still holding them together somehow. He’ll never tell her he listened to it and she’ll never tell him she made it. My babes.

3x18 This scene is more annoying than anything because of what we didn’t get to see or be aware of. When Marissa and Summer are at the Bait Shop talking about sex and Marissa basically says she and Ryan never had a problem with it, and that they were pretty heavily involved even during the Johnny era. What the hell, right

3x19 Ryan very clearly waiting for Marissa at her lifeguard stand

3x22 Every single scene of theirs is great but things I loved were Marissa asking about Ryan’s architecture lecture (ugh), their banter and awkwardness, and of course Marissa telling Ryan that she could see his happiness at Berkeley “I could see it on your face” and knowing he belonged there.

3x23 When he puts his arm around her at prom

3x24 “Can I buy you breakfast?” and their SMILES. The growth, the maturity, the clean slate. God, I love this scene SO much.

I’m gonna stop now because it’s 1:30am and I typed this gibberish 95% from memory in one sitting which means I know way too much about this show and this couple. Also you were probably expecting like 5 moments not 29 sorry!!

#ask #anonymous #ryan x marissa

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chmpgnpearls · 4 years

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𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 & 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 !

prompts & tropes list — send me a request and i’ll write it <3

— this is a detailed list of prompts and tropes that i’ve come up with or found online,,

— if you wish, send me a request with your preferred prompt/genre/trope (from this list or not!) and i’ll write it,,

— also feel free to mix and match the prompts you most like, no restrictions!,,

— just a little reminder that i write for nct ot21, i do not write smut but i do write suggestive scenes!

— also, please don’t request anything sexual or suggestive about chenle or jisung,,

TROPES

cryosleep ;

circus ;

freakshow ;

greek god / demigod ;

witch / warlock ;

Harry Potter au ;

photographer + model (member or reader) ;

stylist + brand ambassador (member or reader) ;

end of the world ;

post apocalypse ;

Avatar the last Airbender au ;

soulmate / twin flame ;

first date ;

rich kids ;

painter + muse ; (member or reader)

exchange student ;

boyscout ;

summer fling ;

royal ;

historical ;

fallen angel ;

guardian angel ;

college boyfriend ;

single parent ;

skater boy ;

stoner ;

best friends ;

enemies to lovers ;

spirit/ghost (member or reader) ;

fairy, siren, elf, vampire, werewolf, shapeshifter, nymph or whatever creature floats your boat ;

friends with benefits ;

FLUFF/CRACK PROMPTS

“Oi, do you have a thing for my best friend?”

“Is that my shirt?”

“Talk later, cuddles now.”

“Could you get that on the top shelf?”

“Fancy seeing you here!” “I literally told you where I was going to be.”

“You look...breathtaking.”

“Yeah well, you owe me a kiss.”

“Let me walk you home, please?”

“There’s no way that dish is supposed to smell like this.”

“Ohh I get it, you're jealous!”

“Do you trust me?”

“Come here, your hair is a mess.”

“Is this seat taken?”

“If you don’t tell me to stop, I’m going to kiss you.”

“Blanket hoggers don’t get morning kisses, sorry.”

“What the hell?” “Fuck, I guess this is not the bathroom then?”

“You’re so fucking cute.”

“Hello, it’s me again.”

“Whatever happens, I’m by your side, always.”

“Oh I’m never gonna let you live this down!”

“Wait, you actually remember that?”

“Alright, bet!”

“You’re not going anywhere.”

“You smell really good.”

“I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”

“You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say yes.”

“If I ever die, I’m gonna haunt you forever.” “What do you mean IF?”

“I didn't get soaking wet through walking to your place for you to say no to pizza. I have beer too. I know you’re sad, so let me in.”

“Let’s drink wine and trash talk our co-workers!”

“I’m the pun-master, you'll miss me when I’m gone.”

“Are you really suggesting to go to a cemetery at night?” “We’re smoking weed, it’s literally like burning sage!”

“This is not stonage, this is past stonage.”

“Do you know what did I even go in there to get?”

“What just happened?” “I swear it wasn't me!” “Well who was it then?” “Your cat... this little shit.”

“I’m going to die. I’m going to die with an absolute idiot!”

“What did I do to deserve you?”

“I guess chivalry is not so dead after all.”

“I’m not kissing you under the rain! You have a death wish or something?”

“God, you're so dense sometimes.”

“I want to wake up next to you every day.”

“Oh my god, we’re matching!”

“Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.”

“I really want to kiss you right now.” “Do it then.”

“I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm, and I didn’t want to wake you up.”

“Alright, one more dad joke and you're single.”

"Keep smiling at me like that."

“Maybe you should leave the cooking to me.”

“Okay, patron saint of lost causes, suit yourself.”

“You’re lucky you're cute.”

FANTASY/SUPERNATURAL PROMPTS

“Why use doors when you can just walk though walls?”

“Make yourself at home, darling.” “Are you serious? How am I supposed to make myself at home in the middle of hellfire?”

“Can you show me your fangs/ horns/ ears/ wings/ claws?”

“Who would live all alone in the middle of the woods?” “Well, me and my friends, for starters.”

“Your cat just told me to fuck off.” “Oh, shit, I thought I made myself pretty clear when I said ‘no swearing’.”

“So you can just bat your wings and take off.” “Yup.” “No magic powder or spell?” “That’s Peter Pan, darling.” “Oh...”

“Of course I’m not gonna tell anybody! I wouldn't want my best friend to become a lab rat for some science freak.”

“Sometimes I talk to the moon, she’s my best confidante, you know?”

“What are you gonna do about it? You and your mediocre skills in charms don't scare me.”

“What do you mean you have a pet dragon?”

“You really don’t want to eat that, it’s in a spell jar for a reason.”

“Oh god please don't kill me! I’m too young to die so soon!” “Kill you? No, listen, you accidentally came into possession of something of mine, and I really need it back.”

“So you're telling me this [object] I bought is cursed?” “Yup. Sucks to be you I guess.”

“I could swear I saw that portrait follow me with his eyes.” “Yeah, I know, that’s my brother. He has the bad habit of freaking out pretty people by checking them out.”

"Maybe the dragon is right, maybe you are just a bitter person."

"Just because I am the chosen one doesn't mean I am above killing you."

"Perhaps we should have listened to the orc, those clouds look murderous."

"So, have you always sucked at dueling?"

“How much blood could one vampire possibly drink?”

“If you don’t like my plants, pick some other house to haunt!”

“I’m so sorry. I was trying a new spell and things got out of hand....really out of hand.”

“I know it’s you...but nice try.”

“If it makes you feel any better, you’re my favorite fleshy meatbag.”

“Look, if I wanted to harm you, it would have happened already.”

“Fuck you I don't have legs!”

“Stop screaming, you're scaring my [supernatural pet].” “Oh I’M scaring it?”

“If you don't stop flicking your wrist like that you're gonna poke someone’s eye out! Let me help you.”

“Merlin’s beard! What is it with your wand?” “Oh, I accidentally dropped it in the toilet this morning and now I think it’s mad at me.”

“Again? Ugh, this is your third time summoning me this week, it better be important!”

“Oh, my plants, they love visitors! Haven't you noticed how they're all standing a bit taller, ever since you walked in?”

“Your laugh...it’s cute. I noticed it makes flowers bloom.”

“Please make it stop, the Sorting Hat is tone bloody deaf.” “Do you really wanna say that about a magical hat that can read your mind?”

ANGST PROMPTS

“Did you ever feel the way I did at all?”

“I want you to be happy... even if it’s not with me.”

“You were not there... why weren't you there?”

“Stop being a fucking dick, will you?”

“I’m only important to you when you need something from me.”

“Please... just get out / go away.”

“I haven't really slept since you died.”

“How do we fix this?” “You can’t fix something that doesn't exist anymore.”

“You’re never gonna let this go, aren't you?”

“You don’t remember last night at all, do you?”

“I lost the baby.”

“Forget it, I should’ve never come here in the first place.”

“Maybe you should’ve thought about that when you broke up with me.”

“I don't deserve you.”

“I trusted you.”

“Are you even listening to me?”

“You’re supposed to be yelling at me! And... and hitting me! Why aren't you doing that?”

“I just wanted to help...”

“Get out of my head.”

“How stupid do you think I am?”

“Don’t you dare leave me! Not now.”

“Tell me I’m wrong...please.”

“Why do you keep doing this to yourself?”

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“It’s not that easy.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“There’s no us, there never was.”

“If you walk out that door, it’s over.”

“I made a mistake, okay? I’m human for fuck’s sake!”

“Hang on. You’re gonna be okay soon, just breathe.”

“I don’t know who you are anymore.”

“There’s no turning back from this.”

“You don’t get to come back after years and look at me like that!”

“You fucking disappeared, when I needed you the most.”

“Just shut up.”

“Wake up! Please wake up.”

“Do I know you?”

“We’re not good for each other anymore.”

“I’ve always been honest with you. You owe me the truth.”

“Do you know what a gunshot wound feels like?”

“Shh, it’s okay. It was just a dream.”

“I wish I could take the pain away.”

“You’ve been crying, I can tell.”

“I fucking love you” “Hang up, and tell me this when you’re sober.”

“You haven't been picking up my calls.” “Yeah, I know. I did it on purpose.”

#;; prompt list #requests #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct blurbs #nct au #nct x reader #nct tropes #nct prompts

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detectivejigsawpines · 4 years

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ORN-Part 9 (You can’t con a conman)

In case anyone’s interested, today is my birthday. Also, I apologize if my portrayal of Bill does not live up to anyone’s expectations; I don’t have as much experience with writing his character, and frankly I feel dirty just getting in his head.

Should’ve known not to get my hopes up.

Stan had gotten stupid. He’d been feeling happy for once, and forgotten his own advice: if something seems too good to be true, it probably is, especially if it’s random flying money that’s there for the taking. Of course, he could use the excuse that he was dreaming, and so not exactly as clear-headed as usual, but to him it seemed like a pretty pitiful excuse.

And then the triangle showed up.

He was literally a talking, floating, one-eyed triangle. With a top hat and a cane and a stupid little bow tie.

Stan briefly wondered if he was on something.

Except that Ford jumped, and let out a startled gasp; that made it more likely that this was real.

“Whoa, don’t have a heart attack, you’re not ninety-two yet!” the triangle said, circling Ford in a way that was the tiniest bit uncanny, in Stan’s opinion. His one eye barely seemed to leave his face.

“Who-who are you?” Ford asked, eyes wide behind their glasses.

“Name’s Bill!” He tipped his hat and tilted his body in a kind of bow.

Geez, how corny is this guy?

“And your name’s Stanford Pines, the man who changed the world, but I’m getting ahead of ourselves-hey!”

His little spiel was interrupted by a small flock of bills (the normal money kind) smashing into his hat and knocking it clean off.

Bill had to fumble to catch it, and then he took a moment to stare in bewilderment at the flying money as they did a loop in front of him. Only then did he finally notice Stanley.

********

Maybe it was his imagination, but it seemed like the edges of the triangle became tinged with red for a second. But he blinked and Bill was completely yellow and black, eye creased in what was probably supposed to be a wide, friendly-looking smile.

“Oh, where are my manners?” Bill asked nobody in particular. He floated the ten feet that brought him right in front of Stan, and tipped his hat again. “Stanley Pines, I wasn’t expecting to see you here too! Great that you could join the party!”

Instantly the little red flag, first created in the cave by that little note under the painting, was hanging in the front of Stan’s brain surrounded by bright flashing lights.

Jerk alert.

He forced his mouth to curve upward in a smile-the kind he used on a crowd that could turn into an angry mob if he wasn’t careful.

“Howdy.” His gaze traveled upwards. “Nice hat.”

Bill patted the brim proudly. “Oh, this old thing? Yeah, it’s my favorite, decided years ago that it’s just right for my image!”

Stan really, really hoped this weirdo couldn’t read minds.

Bill floated back to Ford, waving a hand. A few seconds later both men were startled by two fancy armchairs appearing behind them and scooping them up; Stan’s zoomed over until he was right next to his brother.

“I gotta admit, this kind of disrupts my plans a little,” Bill said, creating a chair for himself. “I was gonna have us get to know each other with a game of inter-dimensional chess, but that’s not exactly your game, is it, Stanley?”

“There’s a reason why it’s called a ‘bored’ game,” Stan deadpanned.

Ford huffed in annoyance. “Well, maybe if you had actually taken the time to learn the strategies growing up you would have more fun playing it!”

“I have a million better things to do than let my life go by trying to figure out how to make some stupid wooden figures move! Besides, it wasn’t any fun playing against someone who beat me every time and rubbed it in my face afterwards!”

“I didn’t do that!” Ford’s cheeks flushed. Then, more hesitantly, “...Did I?”

“Yeah, ya did. Up until we were twelve and I swore off board games forever.”

“SO,” Bill interrupted, “I was thinking, how about we play something more to your speed?” A deck of playing cards and a few stacks of poker chips materialized in front of them, accompanied by three bottles of cheap-looking beer.

It was tempting; really tempting. Just unwind a little, get to know this stranger by finding out how good he was at bluffing (he was pretty sure the game would end up between just the two of them; he’d always been able to play Ford for a sap).

And yet...something made Stan say, “I’ll pass, thanks.”

It happened again: the edges of the triangle took on a brief red glow. But then he shrugged, and laughed dismissively.

“Sure, sure, I get it! You’re feeling all business today!”

The items disappeared as soon as they’d come, and Bill leaned back, folding his arms behind his...head? The spot behind his eye.

****

“So, I bet you’re both wondering why you’re here. And I’m not talking in the philosophical sense.”

“You...you said something about me changing the world?” Ford asked, tilting his head; his eyes had brightened the way they did every time a teacher praised him for figuring out an answer nobody else in class had.

“Riiiiight, yes!” Bill waved a hand. “Long story short, I’m what I guess you could call a muse. Once every hundred years I pick the most brilliant mind on earth, and offer to inspire them in their life’s work. And this century, Stanford, you are the lucky guy!”

Ford’s jaw dropped. After a few seconds he managed to stammer out, “M-me? You think I’m-”

“Oh, come on, don’t be so modest! You think anyone else in the world has as many PhDs as you do?” Bill leaped out of his chair and glided over, stretching one of his tiny arms and wrapping it around Ford’s shoulder. “Not to mention nobody seems to have ever noticed how freaky this little town is, let alone bothered to study it in any kinda detail, before you showed up! Someone as observant and talented as you deserves to be recognized for it!”

Ford was looking a bit overwhelmed by so much praise at once, but at the same time he was starting to grin like an idiot.

“So, is it a deal? You wanna let me stick around ta give ya some help, Stanford?”

And at that point Stan decided that enough was enough.

He cleared his throat, loudly; both his brother and the triangle freak startled and whipped around to stare at him. Evidently they had forgotten his presence, big surprise.

“So, uh, what other yahoos have you been a muse for?” Stan asked, eyebrows raised in mock curiosity.

Bill reacted naturally enough; he waved his free hand lazily in the air. “Oh, all the great minds from this dimension-fellas like Leonardo da Vinci, Michelangelo, Nikola Tesla, people like that.”

The mock curiosity became mock surprise. “I thought da Vinci and Michelangelo were alive at the same time.” Hey, what do you know, he did remember something from high school world history.

“...What’s your point?” Bill asked.

“You said you picked one mind a century.”

Again, the triangle tried to play it off. “Eh, I was feeling generous that century. Gave old Mikey a few pointers on that chapel roof of his.”

“...Right.” Stan sat back in his chair, arms folded.

Bill was just turning back to Ford, probably about to reiterate his question about whether they had a deal, when Stan asked, “Why was there a warning not ta summon you?”

The triangle looked back at him, now with visible exasperation in his eye. “What?”

“In the spot where we found the thing talkin’ about how ta summon you, there was a note at the bottom sayin’ not ta read the inscription. What was that all about?” He tilted his head a little. “You get an unhappy customer last time or somethin’?”

Bill groaned. “Ugh, Stanford, your brother always this much of a buzzkill?”

“It’s just a question.” Stan spread his hands innocently. “I wanna make sure we know what we’re gettin’ into before makin’ any decisions, cuz I read that thing too.”

This time the whole triangle turned red. But with a visible effort he calmed himself. “Okay, okay, I’ll give you a few minutes to figure this out in private. But I need ya ta make a decision quick; I got a few runner-ups out there who’ll probably snap me up in seconds if you turn me down, Stanford!”

He snapped his fingers.

********

Stan’s eyes flew open; they were back in the cave. Thankfully the lantern was still lit, but the light had dimmed while they were asleep; he leaned over to it and turned it up.

And then he got a good look at Ford’s face; it had become flooded with red, and a vein was throbbing in the side of his neck.

Uh-oh.

********

Well, on the one hand, Stan's not buying Bill's BS. On the other hand, Ford is more than a little p_ssed at him right now. ...The latter could be a problem.

#Gravity Falls #flipside AU #stan pines #ford pines #bill cipher

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shield-agent78 · 5 years

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Parring: Bucky x OC

Warning: Fluff, smut, language

Rating: NSFW 18

Summary: She has the ring, the guy and now the big day is getting closer. . . .

Sore and completely happy. I woke reaching for him. I needed to make sure this just hadn’t been a beautiful nightmare to which I would wake up and find one ring gone and the love of my life with someone else. I knew that was silly but sometimes a helpless romantic needs just that; reinsurance. “G’morning beautiful.” His husky morning voice bringing me to the realization that it wasn’t just a dream. I gave him a sleepy smile as he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. “You know you're cute in the morning.”

“Haha. You know I am not a morning person.”

“Yes, I know but I think its cute.” I raised my head up and kissed him on his side of his lips. His chuckle making me just giggle. His blue eyes shone brightly while he just shook his head at me.

“I love that giggle.”

“I don’t giggle…” I pouted while snuggling deeper into his arms.

“Yes you do Doll and I love it, just like I love you.”

“I love you too 50.”

“50?” Bucky cocked his eyebrow at me.

“You got to read more baby, and I have training so I got to go Sergeant, and looks like I need to start planning a wedding.” I sat up the gray sheet slipping off my body as I walked to the bathroom to get ready. He gave me a wolfish grin as he grabbed me as I approached beside the bed. I giggled as he placed me right back underneath him.

“What are you doing? I have to go and...hum.” I was silenced fast with his soft lips on mine.

“No, since I took the liberty of calling in for both of us today. Besides I have a silk tie in there I been waiting to try out. . . .”

“Yo-you know ugh that reference. Don’t augh don’t you?” A smirk crossed his lips as he reached out and pinned my hands against the headboard.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want. . . . “ his voice quiet like he was second-guessing his decision with me. My heart pounded in my chest. “Just know you ugh like that book and it looked interesting so I read some of it one the mission and just thought if. . .”

“James. Yellow.”

“What?”

“Safe world is yellow Winter. Now, what were you sain?” Bucky’s eyes darken as he shifted off of me only to return moments later with a silk gray tie in his hands. Let’s just say that tie is now my favorite. . . .

(Next Day)

"We actually have some plans made," I stated to Natasha on our morning run."Simple, romantic and small and then a party until we kick you all out," I laughed. “Also I want you to be my bridesmaid. Bucky asked Steve to be his best man." "I would love to Ema. You know I'm so happy for both of you. Now, most importantly the dress. Have you seen one you liked? We can go after this, and how about flowers and location." "Congratulations you are now helping me plan all of that." "No need, I know a coordinator. Besides I want to know the other juicy details," she turned facing a little in front of me now walking backward. "I want to know how many times you said oh B-ucky in the last 36 hours that I haven't seen you." She laughed. "Nat!"My face now red from her and our workout. "Maybe I need to ask him," she took off running with me right behind her. "Natasha! No!" I saw Bucky and Steve ahead of us. They have just finished their morning run. The guys looked up at us just laughing at this site. Of course, she beat me to them. "Barns, Wie oft hat sie deinen Namen ausgerufen? (So exactly how many times did she scream out your name?)" I ran up to Bucky and covered his mouth before he could answer. He just laughed behind my hand as I gave him a peck on his cheek. "Ok so now that you had your fun I guess I will go with you to look at a dress," I said looking at Natasha. Bucky raised an eyebrow at me as I uncovered his mouth and kissed him on his cheek again. "And they just thought we were bad, he said as him and Steve chuckled. "You two are," I giggled. "So what are the plans?" Steve asked leaning against the tree. Bucky draped his arm lazily over my shoulders.

"Niagara Falls. Small. We just want our close friends and Kaye. Also four UNDISTURBED weeks off for our honeymoon." Bucky glared at Steve and Natasha with that task force look. Steve just rubbed his neck and then clapped him on his shoulder. "Four weeks shouldn't be a problem. Plus if I need you, Buck, I'll call you or Ema." Bucky kissed me on top of my head. However, I was lost in my own world. The idea of planning a wedding was overwhelming. Natasha gave me a knowing smile. She had known both of us long enough to know small and quiet was all that we really wanted.

"Now come on," Natasha said pulling me away as she checked her phone. "We can meet the coordinator at two and you can tell her what exactly what you want and then go dress shopping. ”Come on Jones let’s go.” She took my hand pulling me from Bucky. I just shot him a help look.

“I see you at two o’clock. Go. Have fun.” I gave him a nod while he and Steve chuckled at us two girls again.

“ Fine but you two need to get suits." His grin was intoxicating.

“Ma’am, yes ma’am.” Within a month's time, a date had been set, dress picked out, suits, flowers, and a beautiful location. Bucky was called away for a couple of days with Sam to help with selecting new task force members. It was a Friday morning and the wedding was the next day. Everything was packed and ready to go. I decided to go and bug Steve before I went to pick up Bucky and drive up to Niagara. He and Natasha were following us up later that day. I found him in his office. "You ready? Not getting cold feet hugh?"He asked as I sat down across from him.

"No, not at all. But I do need a favor?" Steve raised an eyebrow at me. "Walk me down the aisle to him. I couldn't ask for a better person to do it. You're like a big brother to me and I owe you all so much. You gave me a new life here where I found the love of my life." I looked at him nervously. "Ema,I would be honored too. You don't have to thank me." He stated as he shook his head. "I think he is getting a great gal. Besides if he ever hurt you I would go big brother on his ass," I stood up and gave him a kiss on his cheek. "Now get out of here and go get him." "How, I can't even get close to the jet?" "Here you go, you have definitely earned this." He threw a level 10 clearance badge at me along with a set of car keys. I looked at it and beamed. I pulled up an hour later at the hanger with bags in the trunk blaring music. I had never felt so free and happy. My badge helped me already get onto the secure landing area. I saw him and Sam before he saw me. Might as well have a little fun with this. I rolled down the passenger window and leaned over the steering wheel just enough to tease him with a little cleavage thanks to my v neck task force shirt just as the two walked beside my new gunmetal Maximum. "Excuse me, but can any of you two good looking guys help me?" Bucky looked at me and a smile crept onto his face. "I think I may can darlin'." He said huskily as he leaned down his hands holding onto the passenger window frame. "Good because I'm looking for my fiancé. I haven’t seen him in a week but all I want to see is his uniform on my floor and him underneath me." I beamed at him through my eyelashes. Bucky looked me up and down and sent tingles down my spine. "I think that could be arranged, doll." He said getting in beside me giving me a slow kiss. "Can't fly everywhere," he told Sam looking back at him. "No, you can't. See you two tomorrow.”

The next day I married my best friend. Steve kept his promise to me and walked me down the aisle to an awaiting James Barnes. The ceremony short and sweet just how we wanted it. Natasha stood by me while Steve stood by Bucky. The vows simple and sweet. "I promise to love and cherish you forever. Protecting you and always winning over your heart. With this ring, I marry you." He was mine and I was his. We celebrated with our friends who were more like family. The ones that saved both of us in a way and then led us to find each other. (Three hours later) You would think that rose petals lining the hall leading the way to the bedroom would not cause you to want to immediately go outside, but after seeing this my throat had become dry. I needed fresh air. I stood looking into the darkness from the balcony. The sound of the waterfall echoed through the night. A condo to ourselves for four weeks overlooking the falls. Perfect and romantic. So why was I so nervous? I couldn't help but laugh at myself. He was now my husband and I was about to be along with him for the first time since we had left the reception. I placed my hands on the cool rail while taking several calming breaths trying to shake off my nerves. Moments later I felt two strong arms being placed around my waist. "I was wondering where you wandered off to Mrs. Barns," Bucky whispered into my ear as he pecked the shell of it softly. He sent shivers down my skin as I let out a small moan leaning into his touch.

"I like the sound of the falls, and I ugh, guess I'm a little nervous too," I said shyly looking down at my new jewelry on my left hand. He turned me to face him and tucked a strand of my loose hair behind my ear. By now his suit jacket was gone his white shirt unbutton where his tie used to be. Dammit. He was not helping my nerves at all. "I think I can fix that sugar'." He took my hand and led me back inside. "Dance with me," he said quietly as he turned on the stereo with the remote. The song Trip began to play. I placed my hands around his neck as we swayed slowly to the music. Bucky never took his eyes off of me. A coy smirk playing on his lips.

”You know Sergeant you look very handsome in that suit. I think maybe you should keep the scruff and shoulder length hair for a while. It's really a good look.” I giggled. Now he had me giggling again.

”I love that giggle, ” he mumbled more to himself than me. ”Mă bucur că te-ai aprobat pe printesa mea, dar acum vreau să te aud strigând numele meu cu tine sub mine. (I'm glad you approve my princess but right now I want to hear you moaning my name out with you underneath me.) I gave him a confused glance.

”You know I don't understand Romanian right?” Bucky beamed down at me with a mischievous smirk.

Yes. But I also know you love it when I speak to you in a different language. Do you realize what you mean to me? I feel like the luckiest man alive to have you by my side. You are my world. You complete my heart. ”Ja. Aber ich weiß auch, dass Sie es lieben, wenn ich mit Ihnen in einer anderen Sprache spreche. Wissen Sie, was Sie für mich bedeuten? Ich fühle mich wie der glücklichste Mann am Leben, der Sie an meiner Seite hat. Du bist meine Welt. Du machst mein Herz fertig.”

My eyes filled with happy tears. Dang alpha male.

Bucky, I love you more than you will ever know. I'm so thankful I found you. You are my rock and my heart. Always.”Bucky, ich liebe dich mehr, als du je wissen wirst. Ich bin so dankbar, dass ich dich gefunden habe. Du bist mein Stein und mein Herz. Immer. Still, don't know what you said through.”

”I think I can help you understand Doll.” He brushed his thumb over my lips.”

”Is that right Sergeant?” His blue orbs fluttering to mine and down to my lips. His left hand creased the small of my back and pulled me closer to him as the other one traveled to to bottom hem of my short navy dress pushing it up my leg. His fingers playing softly on my thigh. I closed my eyes as his lips met mine as I moaned into his deep kiss. I soon found myself up in his arms bridal style. My eyes snapped open.

"This is not the threshold Sergeant," I giggled as I swatted at his arm. "That is not my intention.”

"Well then I approve Sergeant," I said looking up through my eyelashes running my hands through his hair.

”Mă bucur că te-ai aprobat pe printesa mea, dar acum vreau să te aud strigând numele meu cu tine sub mine. (I'm glad you approve my princess but right now I want to hear you moaning my name out with you underneath me.) He whispered in my ear causing me to bite my lip as he carried me down the hall to the bedroom.

”Yep, I think I got it now,” I said with a head nod.

(The next morning-Bucky POV) I felt the sheets from the bed shuffle and move as the body next to me, slowly tried to slip from the bed. Gently I grabbed her back and placed her underneath me. Her soft giggles filled the air. I cupped her cheek and kissed her deeply before pulling away. "And where do you think you going Mrs.Barnes?" I question kissing her neck softly. She breathed in deeply and arched her head back a bit. "We got to go and.. ahh~!" She breathed out heavily as I nipped and licked at her neck softly. "Sergeant." She murmured as my hands slithered down her body, slowly caressing her. "It's our Honeymoon remember? Four weeks off.." She gasped as my hand pressed down softly on her bundle of nerves. She bit her lip, trying not to release building up breaths as I grazed her up and down. "But-" I cut her off with my lips, silencing her fast. I pulled away and whispered in her ear. "You're talking way too much. The only thing I want to hear from you right now, is you moaning my name." She released her lip and let out a breathless moan. "B-Bucky." She exhaled hard. I groaned and smirked down at her. "That's so much better," I said smugly and leaned down, kissing her lips softly. ”On your knees baby.” She rolled over on her knees as I skimmed her soft skin below of her back with my fingertips.”You are already so wet. Humm can’t wait to be in you. I pumped myself a few times before easing into her.

”Ja-mes.”

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nevermindthewind · 6 years

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the ultimate trick-or-treat

shout out to @startofamoment for all the help and to everyone who’s let me yell about this fic for the past couple days!! you guys are the freaking best.

Amy goes into labor during the Halloween Heist. But is it for realz or just a part of her genius plan?

Read on ao3 or under the cut.

The morning of the seventh Halloween Heist starts like every other.

Jake wakes up to his alarm blaring at an ungodly hour. BUT, instead of throwing it across the room like he’d normally do he pops up with a start, his mind racing with all of the things he needs to do to be ready for the day. He’s already dressed, having slept in his favorite navy plaid shirt and jeans just for the occasion. All he has to do is brush his teeth and throw on his lucky dress sneakers and he’ll be ready to go.

It’s been far too long since he’s won a heist, but this year he’s determined to be the precinct’s most amazing human/genius. He’s planned everything; all his pieces are in place and he’s triple checked his alliance with Charles (no Bill this year - he may or may not have been arrested when Nutriboom went under a few months ago). No tramps will bring him down today. Not on his watch.

He’s just about to run through the plan for the thousandth time when a snore, a giant, earth-shattering snore snaps Jake out of his little daydream.

He looks over and sees Amy lying to face him, her mouth wide open as she continues to make noises loud enough to wake the dead. Her silhouette is barely visible, but Jake is just able to make out the curve of her ever-growing baby bump.

A sleepy smile creeps across Jake’s face. Even with the snores and the tiny bit of drool that was pooling on her pillow, she really is the most gorgeous being on the planet.

Another snore, this one so loud Amy wakes herself up with a start. She snaps her head up and looks around, trying to find the source of the noise.

“What was that?”

Jake stifles a laugh. “That was you, babe.”

Amy squints up at him, cocking her head in adorable confusion. “It was? You sure?”

“Oh I’m sure. The little peanut’s had you snoring up a storm for the past week.”

“Seriously?!” she groans, flopping back down on the bed. She rolls her head over to look at Jake, who’s trying very hard not to crack a smile, and glares up at him. “I love this baby but it can give my body back to me anytime.”

Jake kisses her forehead. Watching Amy go through all the different stages of pregnancy has been incredible and beautiful and absolutely insane in the best way. However he hates that she’s so uncomfortable and there’s nothing he can do about it. “I know. Soon, Ames. 38 weeks today, right?”

“Mhm,” she nods. “Baby’s the size of a pumpkin now. Fitting.”

“See!” Jake exclaims. “Just a little longer and they’ll be outta there.” He takes her hand and gives it a squeeze before jumping out of bed and giving her a sly smile. “Until then, I have a heist to win.”

Amy gives him a look.

“Don’t you mean I have a heist to win?”

Jake scoffs. “Sure, Ames. You keep telling yourself that.”

“Excuse me?” Amy crosses her arms. “What makes you think I won’t kick your ass this year? I’ve won more heists than you, I’ll have you know.”

“False. We’ve won the same number of heists. We tied during the fifth one and you know it. Plus, I have a foolproof plan that not even your genius brain will be able to crack.”

“Because your foolproof plans have worked so well in the past?”

"Managed to surprise you, didn't I?"

Amy rolls her eyes, but the corners of her lips give her away as they curl into a smile.

"You got me there."

Jake returns her grin as he makes his way into the bathroom. The two of them get ready in record time. Even with Amy's ever-present waddle and her needing to pee every fifteen minutes they still manage to get out the door with plenty of time to get to the precinct and ensure their respective plans are ready to be put into motion. However Jake can't help but notice Amy is walking even slower than normal, and she already seems exhausted.

He checks in with her one last time before they head to the car.

"Babe?"

"Hmm?"

He pauses, not sure how to approach the subject without getting his head ripped off.

"Now, before I say anything, I want you to know I'm only asking because I care about you and the Peanut. In no way does this question have to do with the heist -- well, it kind of does. But still, I just --"

"Spit it out, Peralta."

Jake sighs.

"You sure you're up for this? The heist, I mean? I know you're able to make your own decisions and it's your body so if you want to go I will support you 110% but, I don't know, I just would hate for you to be uncomfortable or in pain all day. If you want, we can totally call it off."

Amy cuts him off by placing her hand on his chest.

"You're so sweet," she starts with a genuine smile. Her eyes flash playfully. "But babe, I am always up for beating you. I played you in a Jimmy Jabs my first trimester, didn't I?"

"Yeah and you threw up twice," Jake points out.

"Details, details," Amy says, giving him a dismissive wave. Jake's not convinced, which Amy can clearly see based on the look he's giving her. She takes her other hand, grabs one of Jake's, and places it on her belly. He can feel the baby kicking like crazy under her shirt.

I'll never get used to that.

"See? We're both okay," she whispers, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "I promise."

"But what if something happens?" Jake can't help but ask.

"Tell you what," says Amy. "If I need a break, I'll...I'll itch my butt. Take it back to my Isabel Cortez days.” Jake laughs at that. “That'll be our sign, our code word. Would that make you feel better?"

He lets out a sigh of relief. "Yes."

"Okay, perfect." Amy kisses his cheek before letting go of his hand. "Now let's go. Like you said, I have a heist to win!"

Jake and Amy stroll into the precinct a little past 5:00, expecting to be the first two arrive as they have been for every heist since their engagement. So imagine their surprise when they enter the briefing room and find the entire squad waiting in their usual seats.

"Oh good, Jakey, you're here!" Charles exclaims.

"Yeah dudes, we've been waiting forever," Rosa adds.

"Peralta, Santiago, how nice of you to join us," says Holt from the front of the room. He raises an eyebrow. "I was beginning to worry you were too fowl to participate this year."

"Don't you mean chicken?" Jake asks pointedly.

"Chickens are classified as a type of fowl, therefore fowl is also an appropriate term," Holt replies. "Now please, sit down so I can go over the rules of this year's heist."

"Oh Commish," says Jake dramatically. "How cute of you to think you alone get to explain the heist when, in fact, it is I who will be doing the explaining."

"Not so fast, boys," Amy pipes up, waddling over to the podium. "If anyone is going to go over the rules, it's gonna be me." She turns and faces the rest of the squad, who are all rather nonplussed by the current debate. "This year it is up to each contestant to decide whether they choose to work with another detective. Like before, you all have until midnight--"

"To find the object of destiny and keep it--" starts Jake.

"Hey!" Amy exclaims, swatting Jake in the chest.

"In your possession," Holt finishes.

"HEY!" Jake and Amy shout.

"Oh my god, all of you can shut it," says Gina, rolling her eyes as she stands up from her seat in the front row. "Everyone has to try and snag Holt's terrible bowler hat--" She holds up the red hat in question. "-- which will be on the creepy-ass witch in the middle of the precinct. I’m gonna go put it on the witch rn. Who wants to come with me?"

"How'd you get my hat?" Holt asks, his voice laced with confusion.

"You should know by now I have my ways," Gina replies with an air of mystery. "Now, to the bullpen!"

Jake and Amy exchange annoyed glances before following the rest of the squad into the bullpen. A piercing cackle rings out as all the detectives gather around Gina, who was standing beside the very same witch Amy had used to win the 2015 Heist. Everyone shutters.

“God, that thing still gives me the heebie jeebies,” Jake mutters.

“Good,” Amy whispers back at him, her tone menacing. Ugh. Jake forgot how mean Heist Amy can get. He doesn’t know whether to be hurt or turned on.

“Alright losers,” announces Gina. She’s holding the hat above the witches matted hair. “The bowler hat is going into position in 3...2...1!”

Everyone carefully retreats back to their respective desks; Holt has commandeered his old office from their Captain, who’s more than happy to do whatever it takes to get into the Commissioner's good graces, while Amy’s decided to work in the briefing room for the day. Jake switches his gaze back and forth from every member of the squad, not trusting anyone. He’s almost to his desk when he sees a quick flicker of movement by the briefing room door.

Amy’s clutching the doorknob, her face contorted in pain as her other hand clutches her swollen stomach.

“Amy!”

All eyes are now on Jake as he races over to wear Amy’s standing, still in obvious pain.

“Ames, what’s wrong?” he asks, immediately rubbing large circles on her back.

“A contraction, I think,” she gasps. Jake feels the blood drain from his face. He freaking knew something would happen today.

“Someone get a chair!” Jake yells. It’s not even ten seconds before Charles is scooting his chair right in front of Amy, who sinks into it as she continues to work through the contraction. “Ames, we need to go to the hospital. You are not having this baby at the precinct, it is absolutely filthy.”

“It’s probably nothing,” Amy murmurs as her breathing starts to even out. “False labor is pretty comm--”

“WHERE IS THE BOWLER HAT?”

Holt’s voice booms throughout the precinct. Everyone turns to see the witch, now minus one bowler hat.

“What the damn hell?!” A million thoughts race through Jake’s head. Who managed to grab the hat so quickly? They’d only been distracted for maybe 20 seconds. How could anyone have possibly known Amy was going to go into labor at that exact moment?

Unless...but...she wouldn’t.

Or would she?!

Jake slowly turned back around to see Amy smirking back at him, all evidence of pain wiped from her face.

“What’s up, Jake?”

Okay, now he doesn’t know whether to be mad or turned on. His wife is an evil genius.

“Amy Santiago-Peralta, you shady lady…”

“What?” she asks innocently. “I couldn’t have done anything. I’ve been sitting here the whole time.”

“She’s working with Rosa!” gasps Terry. “Terry saw her pause just before Amy had her ‘contraction’ and now she’s gone.”

Jake shakes his head as he turns back to Amy, who merely shrugs in response to this accusation.

“How could you use our future child to help you win the heist? Do you have no shame?! I am shook Amy, absolutely shook.”

His voice is filled with a mix of frustration and pure awe. Amy merely stands up and kisses Jake’s cheek.

"All's fair in love and Heists, babe. Besides, you should've known. I didn't use the signal."

She gives him a wink as she shuffles back into the briefing room. Jake merely shakes his head.

“Oh it is on.”

It takes 12 hours, 4 failed attempts, and 1 very large rat but eventually Jake and Charles are able to get the bowler hat back in their possession. It is now safely hidden in Charles’ desk, in one of Charles’ lunch boxes labeled “desk snails” (Jake doesn’t have the stomach to find out what desk snails actually are, but based on the smell wafting from the box they can’t be anything good). Now comes the hard part; protecting the hat without anyone knowing they have it.

Luckily, Charles is in the middle of a huge drug bust with Rosa. So it would make sense for him to be at his desk all day, right? Right. Jake himself is reading over some files for the robbery he’d been assigned the day before. It takes him a while to get into his groove, what with the heist and all, but after a while he gets lost in the puzzle, working and rearranging to try and solve the case.

“Earth to Jake.”

Jake jumps at the sudden noise. He looks up to see Rosa towering over him, her eyes filled with a mix of frustration and...worry?

“What’s up? Why aren’t you guarding the hat?” he asks smugly. Rosa slams her hands down on the table and leans over, her gaze even more menacing.

“Dude, you need to come with me,” she says. His voice is quiet, urgent. “Amy’s in labor. For realz.”

Jake can feel the same panic from before rise in his chest and for a second he thinks that maybe this is it?! But before he can get too excited he remembers what happened that morning and all the panic vanishes. He turns back to his file.

“Uh, nice try Diaz. I’ve learned my lesson.”

Rosa rolls her eyes before leaning in closer.

“Jake, I’m serious. Amy started having contractions this morning, around 9:00, but she told me not to tell you. She didn’t want to worry you. I think she wanted to see if she could beat you before she had to go to the hospital,” Rosa adds with a hint of frustration.

A flutter of excitement fills his stomach. Is this for real? Is he gonna be a dad today?

“Why should I believe you?” he asks, still wary.

“Because,” Rosa huffs. “Your wife just about broke a desk when she grabbed it during a contraction. And because said contractions are getting closer together. I’ve been timing them. The last few have been six minutes apart. She needs to go to the hospital.”

Jake wants to believe her -- Christ, does he want to -- but he can’t quite let himself go there. What if he runs off to the briefing room only to be played again? What if Amy’s sitting back there totally fine and not in labor?

But what if she is?

“Oh, Amy also told me to tell you -- Don’t ask me why -- but she told me to tell you her butt itches.”

The code word. Holy shit. This is real.

AMY’S IN LABOR.

Jake jumps out of his chair.

“Why didn’t you lead with that?!” Jake practically yells. “Oh my god, Rosa...It’s baby time!”

“That’s what convinces you I’m telling the truth?” Rosa asks, amused. “Good god, you two are the weirdest couple.”

But Jake’s not listening anymore. He scrambles to find his keys before sprinting over to the briefing room, barely registering anything except for the fact that Amy is in labor and their baby is on its way and holy shit holy shit holy SHIT he’s gonna be a dad soon. Like, today.

Jake crashes into the briefing room to find Amy pacing up and down the walkway, her face contorted in a mix of panic and nerves as she clutches her lower back. She jumps at the noise.

“Rosa did you --” Relief washes over her when she realizes it’s Jake. “Oh thank god. I was afraid you wouldn’t believe me. Hi.”

“Hi,” Jake sighs as he rushes to her. He plants a kiss on her temple. “If we’re being completely honest, I didn’t believe her until she said the code word. How are you?”

She gives him a nervous smile. “I mean, it hurts like hell. And I’m really scared because apparently it’s only gonna get worse. But I’m excited. And I’m glad you’re here.”

“I could’ve been here soon if you’d told me,” he chides her gently, although there’s not an ounce of menace in his voice.

“I know,” Amy says, a touch sheepish. “But I wanted to wi-- ah, fuck. Contraction.”

“Oh shit, okay. What do you want me to do?” Jake asks, feeling absolutely helpless as he watches Amy lean over the table and rest her elbows on the surface. Her belly hangs beneath her as she closes her eyes and the rest of her face twists with pain. She’s been doing this for hours and he wasn’t there, was just on the other side of the door when he should have been with her. That kills him just a little bit.

“My back,” she murmurs.

“Okay! I can do that.” Jake rushes to her and begins kneading her lower back, just like he’s been doing the past few weeks. It seems to go on forever, but slowly (way too slowly for either of their liking) but surely Amy’s breathing begins to even out as the contraction subsides.

“This has been happening all day?” Jake asks, feeling more and more guilty as the seconds pass. Amy nods, still keeping her head in her arms. “Jesus, Ames. I’m so sorry I haven’t been here. Screw the heist, I should’ve been in here with you -- Hell, we should’ve been on our way to the hospital already! Day one as a dad and I’m already fucking everything --”

“Hey,” Amy cuts him off, slowly standing so she’s facing him. “That was my choice. My stupid, stupid choice, but still. Please don’t blame yourself.”

Jake nods, but he can’t quite shake the feeling that he’s already a terrible father. Maybe he’s more like his dad than he thought.

“And don’t you dare go thinking you’re a bad father,” Amy adds, taking his hand into hers. She rests her forehead against his. “Because you’re not, you hear me?”

Of course she could read his freaking mind.

“I hear you,” he replies, squeezing her hand. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” says Amy. “And I really am sorry for going all girl-who-cried-labor on you. Not cool.”

Jake lets out a laugh. “Don’t worry about it. It was a brilliant prank.”

“It kinda was, wasn’t it?”

They laugh, and the two of them stand there for a second, wrapped up in each other. Their breathing falls in sync as they take in everything that’s happened and everything that’s going to happen in the next few hours. They’re going to be parents today. There baby is going to be here so freaking soon. And even though minutes ago he was on the brink of totally, completely freaking out, in Amy’s arms all of that melts away. Here everything is stable. It’s easy, safe. It’s comfort. It’s Jake and Amy.

Finally Jake pulls away, knowing full well another contraction could come at any minute and they really should get to the hospital. He grins as he takes her hand.

“You ready for this, Peralta?”

Amy smiles back at him.

“Ready as I’ll ever be, Santiago.”

It’s Jake who suggests they lay a spare hoodie down on the passenger seat just in case. Amy tries to protest, says she’s not going to make a mess thank you very much, but Jake insists.

“Ames, wasn’t it you who said you’d kill anyone who got a drop of anything on your patrol car upholstery?”

“...Yes.”

“Ha HA! The jacket stays.”

He helps into the car, leaning the seat back for optimal comfort before sprinting to the driver’s side, jamming on his seatbelt and pulling out of the station.

Amy’s water breaks two minutes later and Jake has never felt more smug in his entire life.

However that smugness only lasts about two seconds because as soon as her water breaks its like a flip has switched. The contractions are ten times stronger now, the pain so intense, and all the control Amy’d shown earlier is completely gone. All Jake can do is hold her hand, let her squeeze the living daylights out of it, and drive. That’s his job. To drive her to the hospital and keep her and their baby safe. That’s all he can do.

The drive to the hospital is only twenty minutes. But when your wife is screaming at you to drive faster? Well it might as well be twenty years.

“Can you go any faster?” Amy groans through a contraction.

“Babe, I’m going as fast as I can,” Jake says, trying not to let the panic he’s feeling creep into his voice.

“You’re in a police car, aren’t you? Turn on the damn siren and DRIVE,” Amy yells through gritted teeth.

“Oh yeah!” Jake exclaims. He flicks the switch and slams his foot onto the accelerator. He tries to drive as quickly as he can without actually running over any of the costumed crazies out on the streets. How crazy is it that his kid is actually going to be born on Halloween? They’re gonna have the best birthday parties ever!

“Jake,” Amy says urgently, snapping him back to reality. “I need to push. Like, now.”

“WHAT?” yells Jake, looking over to see Amy screwing her face up in total agony. “Already?!”

“Yeah. I need you to pull over right now.”

Jake just shakes his head, not lifting his foot off the accelerator. “Nope, not happening. My job is to get you to the hospital. You keep that baby inside for just ten more minutes.”

“JAKE. Pull the fucking car over.”

“Ames, babe, just hold on, okay? We’re so close.”

Tears roll down Amy’s face as she screams at him.

“JACOB SANTIAGO PERALTA PULL THE FUCK OVER.”

“Amy Santiago Peralta I beg of you, PLEASE do not push until there is a medical professional present.”

This goes on for the rest of the drive. Amy keeps begging, pleading with Jake to let her push, telling him that if he love her AT ALL he’d let her push and have the baby now while Jake keeps driving, telling her he loves her so damn much which is why he will not let her have their baby in a dirty patrol car. Wave after wave of contraction rips through her, and there’s a second where Jake thinks he might just end up delivering his own baby and it’s the scariest, craziest car ride of his life but by some miracle they reach the hospital before the baby comes.

They’re whisked away to the delivery room, and fifteen minutes and four pushes later their daughter is here.

She’s tiny and purple and a bit slimy but she’s here.

Her tiny, angry cries fill the room as she’s placed in Amy’s arms. Amy’s eyes are wide, her mouth forming a perfect little ‘o’ as she holds their daughter -- their daughter -- for the first time. Jake can hear her breath hitch in the back of her throat.

It’s the most amazing, wonderful, incredible sight Jake’s ever laid eyes on.

“Hi baby girl,” Amy whispers, running a finger over the baby’s cheek. “Thanks for coming out of me.” She plants a kiss on the baby’s forehead before looking up at Jake, tears glistening in her eyes. “She’s so perfect.”

“Yeah she is,” he says, his voice saturated with awe. “Just like her mama.” Jake kisses the top of Amy’s head as he looks down at their baby in her arms, her cries now reduced to the sweetest little snuffles.

“Hi there, little one. I’m your dad.”

Amy grins down at the baby. “And he’s gonna be the best daddy ever, you know that?”

Jake tentatively reaches out and places a hand on the baby’s tiny chest, feeling the warmth radiating off her tiny body even through the blanket she’s wrapped in. Suddenly he feels her little hand grasp his index finger, her fingers curling around his with impressive strength.

A current runs through his body, and along with it comes a love so strong, so pure. It’s in that moment that he knows he’ll never be able to stop loving her. And he doesn’t want to. She’s the absolute best thing in the entire world.

“You wanna hold her?” Amy asks quietly, smiling as tears continue to run down her cheeks. Jake can’t speak, merely nodding as they rearrange so that the baby is now in his arms. She never lets go of his finger.

“Oh...”

He sinks down onto the bed and feels Amy rest her head on his shoulder, her hand now resting on the baby’s chest just next to Jake’s. He wants to stay here forever, with his daughter’s perfect grip literally wrapped around his finger and the love of his life wrapped in his embrace. It’s better than winning any heist, better than arresting all of the bad guys in New York City. It’s heaven.

“What’s your name, little one?” he asks after a moment. He and Amy had narrowed it down to two, but hadn’t quite decided. It’s quiet for a second, then…

“Zoey,” Amy whispers. “I think it’s Zoey.”

Jake grins.

“Zoey she is.”

Amy and Jake are curled up in Amy's recovery room bed with Zoey asleep in Amy's arms when there’s a tentative knock on the door.

Jake startles out of his current trance. It’s the weirdest feeling, the mix of nerves and excitement that comes over him. Zoey’s first visitors.

Jake steals one final glance at Amy, who is looking back at him with an honest-to-god sparkle in her eye. He smiles back at her before turning his attention back to the baby.

“You ready for your first visitors, Zo-zo?” he asks, adjusting Zoey’s hat.

“You betcha, Daddy,” says Amy, speaking for Zoey. Jake chuckles as he looks back at the door, relishing the way his heart leaps at his newest title.

Here goes nothing.

“Come in.”

The door cracks open, revealing Terry’s excited smile.

“Up for some visitors?”

Amy just nods as Jake grins back, waving them in.

“Yeah, of course.”

The crack in the door widens as one by one the rest of the squad enters their hospital room. Terry comes in first, then Charles -- who’s so excited Jake’s not entirely sure he’ll make it through the visit without passing out -- followed by Gina, Rosa, and, finally, Captain Holt. In his arms is a gift bag, but Jake can hardly focus on it now because his heart is fit to burst.

It’s fitting really, that their adoptive family be the first to meet their daughter.

It’s Gina who reaches the bed first, pausing before she (or Charles) gets too close for Amy’s comfort.

“Everyone,” Jake announces in a hushed sort of reverence. “Meet Zoey Camila Peralta. She’s 6 pounds, 7 ounces, and 20 inches of pure awesome.”

“Oh Amy, she’s gorgeous,” Terry says, wiping his cheeks with the pad of his thumb. “I’m sorry, I just still can’t believe my work babies had a baby.”

“Yeah, she’s pretty cute. Second only to Iggy, duh,” adds Gina, with a rare unsarcastic smile. She squeezes Amy’s leg. “You did good, kid.”

“Thanks, guys,” says Amy quietly, smiling up at both of them with unshed tears in her eyes.

“So…” Jake looks to Amy, who nods, before continuing, “Who wants to hold her first?”

“I think we can all agree we should let Charles have a turn before he collapses,” says Terry.

“Yes, I think that would be wise,” adds Holt, eyeing Charles with concern. Charles, who has been surprisingly quiet up until this point perks up at his name.

“C-c-can I?” he asks, his eyes wide.

Jake grins back. “Of course, buddy. Come say hi to your new favorite niece.”

At the word ‘niece’ Charles snaps out of his trance. He reaches out, and Amy carefully places Zoey into Charles’ arms. That’s when the water works start.

“She’s perfect, just...perfect,” Charles sobs. “America’s dream baby.”

Once Charles empties his tear ducts the rest of the squad takes turns holding Zoey, every one of them fawning over her in their own ways. Rosa helps Zoey give her first fist bump, Gina promises to always be there when she wants to go “real person” shopping, and Terry tells her about her cousins and all the things they can do together.

“But now I think it’s Uncle Holt’s turn, yes it is,” Terry coos into Zoey’s ear.

“Oh...yes. I suppose I would like to hold the infant,” says Holt, shuffling over to Terry’s side. Jake slides his hand into Amy’s, not quite able to take his eyes off the Captain as he holds their daughter in his arms. A soft smile spreads across Holt’s face.

“She is quite beautiful.”

Jake’s throat suddenly feels too tight, his eyes burning in the back of his head.

“Thank you, sir.” Jake can feel Amy squeezing his hand almost as hard as she did just a few hours ago.

No one speaks for a moment, everyone too caught up in the fact that Holt hasn’t stopped smiling for the past few minutes.

“So…” Jake starts after a beat, “Who ended up winning the Heist?”

Of course it’s Holt who speaks up.

“Gina, can you please bring Jake and Amy the gift bag I placed on the visitor’s loveseat?”

“Could have just called it a couch,” Jake interjects, but Holt ignores him.

Gina brings the bag over to the bed and places it next to Amy, giving her a subtle wink before retreating back to her perch next to Rosa.

Amy gives Holt a curious glance as she reaches inside the bag. She pushes the wrapping around only to find...

“The bowler hat?”

Another grin flashes across Holt’s face.

“I think we have to award it to the newest member of the squad.”

Jake feels tears finally spill over. He hears Amy gasp beside him.

“Sir…”

“You really mean it?”

Holt nods, arching an eyebrow.

“Of course I mean it. Your daughter truly is an amazing human/genius.”

And as Holt bounces Zoey as he carries her over and places her back into Amy’s arms, Jake can’t help but feel completely, totally, blissfully happy. He has his family, his wife, and his own freaking daughter.

He’ll never get over that.

It’s all he could ever need.

Amy leans her head on his shoulder, once again bringing him back down to reality.

“He totally loves her,” she whispers up at him, completely in awe. Jake grins back at her before returning his gaze to his daughter.

“What’s not to love?”

#HERE IT IS #let me know if you like it!!!#peraltiago #peraltiago fic #jake x amy #jake peralta #amy santiago

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The Artist

Warnings: none

Everyone thought you were weird. For someone so talented, so unbelievably intelligent, you chose to fall in love with an amateur artist. you chose game night ins with his incredibly rambunctious group of friends instead of the black and white star studded event with caviar and platters of tiny food.

The magazines whispered of a possible lovers quarrel to which you and Seungcheol ended up cackling about. Everyone had felt duped at the announcement of dating. People reasoned Seungcheol was using you, it was for promotions of his next art exhibit, and he only wanted your money and luxurious lifestyle.

And many nights you kissed away his worries, his fear of the media, of all the press just waiting for the possible gossip of a break up. You reassured him, hugging his body tightly, whispering his name to rid of the demons in his mind.

Seungcheol wished he lived in the simpler times. the times when artist were appreciated and glorified for their hard work and diligence instead of being seen as outdated. He spent hours, days, weeks, and months perfecting every detail of his canvas. he poured his heart into everything, and yet he still stood in an empty art gallery, watching as you walk in with a box of pizza and the warmest hug. you’d mask his tears with words. with “I’m so proud of you” and “I love you” and “you’ve worked hard”.

“Y/n, the world’s most first and beloved time traveler, and Choi Seungcheol, the world’s most famous boyfriend, rumored to be broken up?” Seungcheol scoffs, “where do they even come up with these ideas. they stalk us day and night. when have we ever looked like we broke up.”

“Maybe they’re talking about the time you cheated at the video game and gloated to my angry face.” You pull the shirt over your head, laughing as you dodge the pillow he threw at you. You crawl onto the bed, bringing yourself to straddle the male’s hips. you’ve discarded his phone to stare at the loveliness of his facial features, “it doesn’t matter what they say or what they assume or anything else.” you hover yourself just above his lips, your hair falling and tickling his skin, “I will love you. and I will always love you. now, forever, until my last breath.”

“ugh. disgusting.”

“Seriously Jun.” you throw your head back in annoyance, dragging yourself off of Seungcheol, “who let you in?”

“excuse me. I let myself in. world’s hottest time traveler is standing in your room. let’s go to work.” Jun exits the room, muttering about raiding your kitchen for his starving stomach.

You go back to looking at Seungcheol, caressing his charcoal colored haired as he leans his head onto your shoulder. his hands make their way to wrap tightly around your waist, almost refusing to let you go.

You murmur against his ear, “I really have to go to work now.” he takes a deep inhale and you know how much he needed you, “how about, when I come back, we can go out. piss off the paparazzi maybe? totally make out in front of them. the whole usual thing we do. I’ll let you even put your hand on my butt.”

Seungcheol snorts, smiling against the skin of your neck where he’s begun go place small kisses, “I’d love that so much.”

The paparazzi raided you and Jun as you two stepped out of the apartment building. Photographers followed behind, snapping pictures away with their unnecessary amount of flashes. Reporters screamed, shouting questions they hoped would be answered.

“Are you and Seungcheol broken up? Are you and Jun going on a date? Did you break up with Seungcheol or did he break up with you?”

You roll your eyes at their idiotic questioning, shutting the car door with a grumble, “These people need to get lives instead of following other people’s lives.”

Jun can only snort as he starts and car and drives away from the madness of the people. Your eyes turn, staying locked onto the building. You could spot Seuncheol peering out from the window, staring like a lost puppy who waits for his owner to return.

You loved your job just as much as you loved Seungcheol. Time travel became the new rave in scientific technology. You remembered the days before time travel was discovered, when life was more simple, when everyone wasn’t so obsessed with science and technology. As soon as time travel was perfected, it seemed as though the entertainment business plummeted and technology skyrocketed.

“Oh my god I missed these so much!” You let out a groan with the soft warm cookie melting in your mouth.

Jun stares in complete amazement at you devouring almost a whole plate of cookies, “We traveled back in time to gather resources, not so you can eat cookies.”

You glare at the man, swatting his hand when he tries to take a cookie off the plate, “We gathered it and now we can play for a little while.” You kick Jun under the table when he finally is able to steal a cookie from your plate, “Oh, I should totally pack some up for Seungcheol. We used to come here all the time when we started dating. It’s so sad that this place shut down.”

“What do you expect, this part of town basically becomes laboratories for experiments and development.”

“Oh my god!” You squeal in your seat while Jun turns to look out the window, “It’s Channie!” You jump in your seat from excitement, “He’s so small! How old is he again in this year?”

Jun smirks at the younger boy crossing the street, his oddly chopped hair and small height, “He’s in his first year of high school I think.”

“Ugh, I just wanna pinch his cheeks.” Your eyes follow the high schooler until he passes the small shop, “Can we go see Seungcheol?”

Jun raises an eyebrow, “Are you sure you really want to do that.”

You and Jun enter the small art gallery. A face mask covered the lower half of your facial features, and a hat shielded the most of your upper half. Your hands are stuffed deeply into the pockets of your jacket, a big sigh leaves your lips as you watch a more younger Seungcheol set up a tiny area.

“It’s his first gallery.” You say to Jun as you two stand in the entrance, “Today was his first time showing everyone his art.”

“Let’s just hurry up and go home.”

Jun stays behind as you approach Seungcheol. During this time he was more lanky, his hair was more bushy, and he decked out in a t-shirt and jeans because he could barely afford anything. He stands proudly yet anxious next to his artwork. Everyone moves around his piece and you spot just how insecure he was.

But you stand in front of his piece. Admiring the familiar stroke of his paint and his favorite use of the color red. His first piece was of a sunrise, of the blazing sun peeking just slightly over the horizon to create the lightest of pink, purple, and blue in the sky.

“You painted this?” You look at Seungcheol, he was so thin, so tired but when you talked to him, he lit up so quick.

“Yes! I worked really hard to show just how beautiful sunrises can be. It’s called ‘The Artist’ because artist usually stay up day and night, they’re the ones most likely to see the sunrise and its beauty.” His toothy grin makes you fall all over for him again.

“I understand.” You nod.

His eyes are perked up, “You’re an artist?”

You shake your head, “My boyfriend is an artist.”

Seungcheol’s interest has been peaked, “Has he done any accredited work?”

You give a slight nod to his question, “I guess you could say so, but he’s a little ahead of this time.” His frowns slightly. Your hand points to his artwork, “I’d like to buy it. How much?”

Seungcheol is back to grinning, a relief washing over his facial features, “I listed it for only three hundred, but I can definitely drop the price for you.”

“No.” You take a good look at the hardworking Seungcheol before you had met him, “I’ll give you one grand for it.”

Seungcheol’s mouth drops open, “Are you serious?”

You dig through your bag, pulling out the largest bills you can find and placing it into his hands, “One day, you are going to look back on this, and I hope you think of it as a moment to continue your dreams. People may hate you, call you stupid names, belittle you,” You stare into the eyes of your beloved, “But you are going to be truly amazing.”

The beautiful frame in your hands rest neatly to showcase the beauty of the artwork. Seungcheol takes his time to continuously give you his gratitude, modestly bowing over and over again as an appreciation. He can’t help but break out into the largest smile as he looks at you.

“It’s Y/n!” Someone shouts in the gallery and before you know it, a crowd has gathered at the entrance of the door.

Seungcheol’s eyes are distracted at the sudden noise, when he turns back, you have completely disappeared into the crowd. The painting rests securely in your arm, careful to not ruin the bits because of the crowd. With your head lowered, your eyes cast to the side, glancing through the crowd, spotting the familiar hair-do, the familiar pigment of dress, spotting yourself. Eyes catch each other for the tiniest of moments before you turn, lowering your head even more before pulling Jun along.

“So you knew?” Jun glanced at you, you who marveled at the work in your hand.

“We met today, he gets overly excited about selling his first piece and accidentally runs into me. He was so careless in this age, never looked where he was going, always a busybody.” Your fingers run over the glass protecting the paint, “He thinks he’s lucky to have me. But in reality, I’m so much more luckier to have him.”

“Ugh, you guys are so sappy. Let’s just go home.”

You let out a laugh, elbowing Jun in the side, “Don’t even lie, we spend so much more time stalking your lover than Seungcheol. Remember when you outright punched their ex for cheating.”

Jun flushes, “Shut up. And he totally deserved it.”

When you had reached home, the night had taken over. Stars scattered around the moon as you walked into the lobby of your home. The artwork protectively in your hands, a smile dangling on your lips as you reached home.

“Seungcheol?” You called out, kicking the door after you had punched in the code. You struggled slightly with the frame in your hand.

You stepped through the apartment, feeling the slight chill flowing through the place. You find the door to the balcony wide open, the curtains flapping against the wind as Seungcheol is seated on a stool, a nice canvas sitting in front of him. His eyes remain fixed on the sky, his broad back facing towards you. You leave the artwork to hide behind the couch.

Your arms make their way around him, snaking an arm over his waist and the other over his shoulder to meet between his chest, you lean your body against his back, kissing the nape of his neck, “What are you doing out here?”

Seungcheol leans his head back onto you, curling his nose into your cheek, drowning himself in your soft touch, “I just missed you.”

Your laughter tickles his neck, “So you decided to sit out here in the stupidly cold weather.”

“You’re so cold to me, I thought it evened out pretty well.”

Your hand slaps his chest, “Just because you said that, you’re not getting my surprise gift.”

A grin inevitably comes upon his lips, his excitement causes him to dig a sloppy kiss into your cheek, “Please please please, let me see this wonderful surprise gift you have brought to me, my one and only lovely girlfriend.”

You wipe your cheek of the mess from his lips, lifting your head from his shoulder, you give him a cheeky grin, “Okay, stay here. Don’t move. And no peeking!” Your voice drifts as you quickly move back into the apartment to grab the frame.

Seungcheol’s lips hold a large grin, eyes carefully closed tight, hands clutching to the fabric of his pants for the surprise made him eagerly anxious. He can sense your presence in front of him and his smile grows.

“Okay. Open!”

Seungcheol flutters his eyes open. First he sees you, your smile and eyes show anxiousness too. He brings his gaze to fall to his hand. The piece of artwork in front of you, the familiarity, the piece he held so close to home for it was his first art. His hands fall onto the protective glass of the frame, he clearly remembers working ungodly hours just to afford the golden frame with actual glass. He admires just how new the glass even looks, just like how it appeared the first day he presented it.

“It’s a Choi Seungcheol original.”

Seungcheol can only stare at the piece of his he hasn’t seen in forever. He recalls the days and nights he spent perfecting this. This was his first, this was his defining piece of work, the one that made his love for art become his entire life.

“How did you get this?” Seungcheol whispers as he firmly grasps the frame, taking it from your own fingers.

“Someone was selling it.”

Seungcheol looks at you skeptical, “Someone was selling art? In this day and age?”

“Okay. I may have done some digging and found the owner. She was such a big fan, she didn’t even want to sell it to me at first.”

Seungcheol grins widely, “Seriously?”

You nod, feigning an annoyance on your face, “Luckily she was moving, so she sadly sold the painting to your real number one fan.”

Seungcheol’s toothy smile radiates in the night sky, “She was the first one to buy my painting. She was right, the media practically ridicules me.”

When he pauses, you bring your hand to his cheek, staring down into his eyes, “But you’re truly amazing.”

Seungcheol’s mind falters, the deja vu sending a shiver down his spine, “Yeah.” His lips curl when he steals a sweet kiss, “Yeah. I’m pretty amazing.”

Your fingers steal the painting from his hands, “Now, we should totally hang this up in the living room, so everyone can see the first Choi Seungcheol original.”

Seungcheol follows behind, cackling against the night air, “Please don’t!”

While you dodge Seungcheol’s many attempts to steal the framed painting, the lone canvas sits perfectly on the balcony. Lines decorate the pearl white canvas, pencil strokes outline the photo, a portrait sits neatly drawn. Eyes being the main portion of the facial feature shown as a mask and hat covers the entirety of everything else. The tiniest of words are scrawled at the bottom of the canvas in Seungcheol’s handwriting: The Traveler

a/n: Based on a dream I had, it’s not a loosely based dream, it’s more of my dream that has tiny parts included/excluded, so about 50%-60% of the story is actually derived from my dream. if you’re curious of the whole dream, don’t be afraid to ask!!

#seungcheol #svt #seventeen #seungcheol scenarios #svt scenarios #seventeen scenarios #scoups #scoups scenarios

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rottenappleheart · 6 years

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“if you’re going to liveblog something at least put it under a cut,” i say to myself

majora’s mask, unfiltered notes from opening screens to entering termina

the opening flybys of MM just... show you the world, and the people in it, living their lives, and Link unobtrusively in the middle of it all

various locations (my favorite is the graveyard with link sitting playing games with the skeleton children) but it always ends with the music souring, growing faint, the darkening sky, the lowering moon

the message is clear: this is a good place, it is in danger

(hidden message: it is not your good place, but that shouldn't make a difference, your heart instinctively goes out to these people who look so familiar)

contrast to the openings of the other games

oot: link is very solitary, a hero riding alone, interspersed with very dramatic scenes of his exciting adventures, it is a story of Destiny and Prophecy and Good Versus Evil

which matches as well with the actual first scene and the mood being set in each

oot: the lonely child, dreaming of horrible things and quaking in fear at his own powerlessness, and the friend who comes to him, navi the fairy, the literal Call To Action on his hero's journey

ww: your peaceful life, your idyll, your complete detachment from and indifference to history and destiny, until your idyll is violated by schemes older than you can imagine

tp: cold open on a soft and melancholy mood, a mature conversation between adults and the responsibilities they bear, emphasizing the humble beauty of life and hard work

mm: an even more intensely somber mood than tp - link riding alone, as he does in the dramatic openings of several different games, but slowly and with head down, plodding along through featureless woods... a heaviness and sadness to the scene, into which the ambush and robbery is jarring not only for the violation of your personal belongings but also for a violation of your quiet and inward mood

i just love that deeply unsettlign opening - the sound of a laugh over a dark screen, the mask rushing over your view, alternating between the heart and the horror, the horror and the heart

(the dark heart, the empty heart)

a game that really grips to the power of ungrounded images against the darkness - the mask salesman, some of the stories being told, Link undergoing his transformations where the whole world falls away and there is only darkness and solitude in this moment of pain

unrelated: i really love how they designed the clocks in mm, not just the big one obviously but the little copies scattered throughout the world! my sister and i once sat and stared at one until we could understand how it is tracking time. i love the colors and all the spinning parts.

actually i love all the textures and colors in mm, it's so much more detailed than oot, and one of the many reasons i haven't replayed it in forever is because i wanted to wait until i could play it via hypatia's high-res mod

okay that's enough sitting on the floor watching the loading screens time to go

at the mere feel of an n64 controller i am rushed back to my gentle youth

aw yeah hold R for shield, that's the stuff

the legend was held "dearly" by the royal familk=y

he crept away

a private journey

a beloved friend

link forsaking his own legends

and then the so-familiar sound of navi's wings

i'm crying

the mask appearing before skull kid himself, a clue to what is going on and who is wearing whom

and that little glimmer of actual eye underneath (because at this point he can still take it off)

i wonder if the "huh? this guy? ... well, that shouldn't be a problem" was a reference to skull kid recognizing link (from their own youth, playing music together in the forest) or if one of the fairies pointed out the Sword, Shield, Steed heroic combo he's got going on

... okay so the thought of "what happens if the ocarina breaks" has played into MULTIPLE vast epics of loz fanfiction that never saw the light of day off my own personal hard drive

but it's a chilling thought! you are so helpless without it, even more than you are without a sword (because your adventures are based in doing the impossible)

for being a voiceless game it actually has a lot of voices, more than i recall in most other zelda games - everyone emotes a little bit, everyone is recorded

i still remember the first time i played this and realized that you do FLIPS when you jump now AND I HAD NEVER BEEN SO EXCITED

oh hang on gotta run through all the long streamery fairies so that they scatter

it's tradition

SWORD OUT

BUSHES TRIMMED

HYA!

and the ability to press Z to rapidly center the camera behind yourself, something a lot of games should continue to implement

looking at you, enslaved

and... acually everything, yeah, let me put the camera behind myself in a single button

omg skull kid's terrifying head-bobble

and the sound of the deku scrubs ecjoing

the blurred camera

i take it back this is terrifying

... for a zelda game

ON THE OTHER HAND, BECAUSE IT IS A ZELDA GAME, IT IS ONLY -SO- TERRIFYING

BECAUSE YOU HAVE BEEN TURNED INTO THE CUTEST CREATURE ON EARTH

A LITTLE SHRUBBERY GIJINKA WITH A FUNNY HAT AND A KILT

WHO PIROUETTES ACROSS STILL WATER AND BLOWS BUBBLES AT HIS ENEMIES

my heart!!!

i agree skull kid it is a good look for him

i disagree that he will be here forever

have you met him

he's the hero of time

even as tatl's dialogue is rude and aggressive she sounds (literally) just like navi, her little excited and sad and exploratory noises

(have i ever decided for myself what is inside a fairy's light sphere? no)

(do i think about what must be going on in link's head when tatl says "why are you looking at me like that," the shock and hope and longing)

i really want to know what... place they are in, during this transition, where worlds have been/are being crossed but also someone has taken the time to paint the walls with murals of flowers blooming, and the ceiling with yellow diamonds, and the doors erupting with scarlet flames

UGH I LOVE BEING DEKU LINK WHAT A CUTIE

THE CUTEST MCCUTERSON TO EVER CUTE

(pulling on my tp-link-is-oot-link theory, i can easily read tatl as practice for midna, and how link just... rolls with the punches of the latest selfish bossy violent girl to fall into his life)

n64 zelda sounds ;____;

OH NO THE PETRIFIED STUMP ;___________________;

the worst ;________________________________________;

THE FIRST RESOUNDING SLOW MUSIC OF THE SONG OF HEALING AND THE CLOCKWORKS

FUCK I'M SO GLAD I'M PLAYING THIS AGAIN

remind me to tell y'all about the "song of endings" please

a move they tried again, with greater success, in TP - beginning with your vision very narrow, literally climbing up from the depths of confusion and decay until you are finally high and out and able to see where you are

i like the moss growing on everything too, it's such a nice touch

this is what i'm saying, every square inch of termina is carved and painted, they stacked layers and layers of patterns onto the same polygon shapes they used for oot and it's so neat, i love heavily-textured and decorated worlds

i've spent a few minutes now looking at the symbol painted on the inside of the clock tower door, and i can't parse it - three green shapes in the midst of red curlicues? maybe it's nothing, but if it has a meaning i want to know what it is

(by the way it has become wine o'clock as i type all this up so be warned)

THERE IT IS

YOU'VE MET WITH A TERRIBLE FATE

HAVEN'T YOU

okay yeah it's overplayed now but that line is just. so good.

and tatl immediately hides from him

SO THE THING IS (yeah you can tell i have wine the capslock is staying on) HE SAYS RIGHT OUT THAT HE OWNS THE HAPPY MASK SHOP, AS IN, THE HAPPY MASK SHOP IN HYYRULE CASTLETOWN

DOES HE KNOW YOU??? IS THE HAPPY MASK SHOP TRANSCENDING TIME AND SPACE???

WHAT DO YOU KNOW HAPPY MASK SALESMAN??????

one of the weirdest possible options for them to have picked as a Recurring NPC for these games, what was going on here

(in my head this is... basically garfield the deals warlock as well)

aaaaaaaugh the abrupt jump cuts in this scene are so effectively unsettling

"I can help you," he says, while immediately behind his head, on his pack hands a mask of a screaming human face lest you get too comfortable

i missed everyone having pointy ears in the N64 zelda games! in ww and even tp it's a lot less common, no longer a given. but an integral part of the zelda world to me was always the hylians with their long ears and the gerudo with their round ones, and that transcendentally racist bit of lore that hylians were better able to hear the gods because of their ears.

my heart racing as i stand before the doors

about to enter termina

about to start that clock running

here we go

#yelling about mm

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buzzfeedwheeze · 6 years

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The New Teacher - Shyan AU

CHAPTER 2

Shane watched as Andrew made his way through his second bowl of cereal with milk. Only kids like that, my ass! He was beaming. It just felt so right to sit by his son’s side and enjoy a nice breakfast before leaving for work. Unfortunately, the familiarity of it brought back memories that he wish would’ve stayed buried on the depths of his mind.

He and Sara used to make pancakes of the new characters of Disney that they had been working on at the studio and Andrew would happily munch at them after pointing out mistakes in anatomy or color. The first time he did it, they were so surprised that they thought they had hurt his feelings and perhaps shut down their child, but the next time they tried to subtly make him comment it worked out fine. It should’ve been expected, after all, he was their kid and art was always a big part of their lives so it obviously would attract little Andrew. Shane remembered when they had just adopted Andrew, they were trying to figure out how to make the small 8 year-old interact with them so Sara suggested painting palm trees’ leaves on the living room wall and Andrew sat on the floor and started to make small coconuts. Even though it was sort of painful to revisit the memories, he would always have a fond smile as the mental image of a smaller Andrew with his brows furrowed as he mixed the colors to get the perfect green popped in his mind.

He sighed.

There was no use trying to hold back those memories. Watching Andrew eating his cereal while simultaneously trying to tweet just reminded him other mornings. After Andrew’s second day in high school, he wouldn’t shut up during breakfast about the art class and how the other students loved his style and of course, it was when he met the transfer student from Malaysia, Steven Lim, who even asked to keep one of his drawings.

“Dad, are you in there?” Andrew was waving a hand in front of him. “Earth to dad!”

Shane gave him a tiny nod and went back to staring at his now cold pancakes and coffee. Andrew’s voice was weak when he asked. “Are you thinking about mom again? It’s just that you have that look…”

This time Shane actually made an effort and fought back the urge to hide his emotions from the world. “I… No. Not really. Not now.” he pinched the bridge of his nose. “I wasn’t thinking about her per se and I’m definitely not in love with her anymore, kiddo. I know you might think that I am..”

“It’s not that dad…” Shane made a gesture to stop him.

“It’s just hard to sort of filter my memories. Most of my happy memories with or without you are full of your mom’s presence and it’s tough to get over the fact that I was the happiest when we were together, probably the happiest I’ll ever be. I don’t think I can find someone that will make me feel like that again.” Andrew was looking at him with a concerned expression. “No! It’s not that I am unhappy. I mean, I have you! Andrew, you are the one thing in life that matters, the one thing that makes me wake up in the morning and actually thank god that I’m alive. For you being the way that you are, I’ll forever be grateful. I still can’t believe you chose us, that you chose me.”

“Dad, cut the sentimental crap!” he shouted, but he was visibly taken aback by his dad’s declaration. “You’ll find someone better for you, someone that deserves you. You and mom were okay, but okay doesn’t mean right, you get it?”

“So…” Shane didn’t want to discuss this any further, so he did what he was good at. He changed the focus of the conversation and with a teasing smile playing on his lips he continued. “Are you and Steven right, right?”

“Ugh, you are insufferable!” he snapped as he got up and stormed off to his room, leaving a very amused Shane and his very dirty bowl to be cleaned. As Shane washed the bowl he allowed himself to wonder if maybe his son was right. What if there is someone waiting for me? Nah, that’s bullshit.

XxXxXxXxX

“Have a great day, kiddo!” Shane handed Andrew his backpack and leaned on the side of the car. “Remember to give that Bergara dude hell.”

Andrew rolled his eyes and managed to give his dad a nod before turning around and going in the direction of Steven, who waved at Shane with as much energy as puppy. He watched them holding hands and disappearing inside the school building. It was the perfect image to have in his mind before jumping inside his car and going back to his eight hour shift at the Disney Studio where he would be trying keep sanity as he worked on a new animation project. But life had other plans. As he was about to turn away he noticed a cool Jeep pulling over at the teacher’s parking lot. Shane gritted his teeth as he saw the small guy hopping off the car.

Begara noticed him and as he walked in the direction of the school staring at Shane the whole time in what was supposed to be a menacing way. The staring match didn’t last much since when Ryan was about to climb the stairs to the building he tripped on his own foot and fell. Shane’s laughed was the only thing heard on the area. The other man quickly got up and stuck his middle finger to Shane which would’ve been offensive if he wasn’t blushing like a small kid. Shane chuckled again when he heard the main door of school being slammed.

“What a lovely day.” he said between giggles.

When Shane arrived at the studio there was, indeed, a pile of things to be done, but he was on such a big mood that he actually started to whistle some Disney songs. He turned his computer on and started to work on the animation, trying to make everything in sync and all the transitions smooth to facilitate the job of the Keith, the dude responsible for checking his progress and corrected small details.

The morning passed really fast. So fast Shane didn’t notice it was time to have his lunch break and got startled when Eugene touched his shoulder.

“Jesus, Madej. It’s break time. Stop working.”

Shane got up from his chair and stretched his body, lazily. He pocketed his phone and wallet and was about to leave when he decided to go back and take his sketchbook too. Today he was feeling creative. He decided to go to the Subway near the studio where he wouldn’t have to socialize with his co-workers and where people wouldn’t be asking questions about his doodles.

The place was almost empty, there was only a family of tourists with their ridiculously big Mickey Mouse Ears hats and faces full of sunscreen. Shane ordered a sandwich and chose a more reserved booth. He settled the sketchbook on the table and picked his favorite pencil, which was really small and was completely dented from falls and nervous teeth biting into it.

He gave a tentative bite on the sandwich and moaned slightly as he tasted the unique artificial flavors that only a fast-food chain restaurant could have. No wonder everyone called him a raccoon, he’d consider almost any food delicious. Or at least edible.

Shane started to sketch and after eating half of the food and finishing the face he realized he had drawn the fucking crazy teacher. Ryan Bergara. He ripped the page off and crunched the paper. Why would he draw that guy? He decided to keep the drawing though. It was fine art. So he got the little ball of paper and placed it on his jacket’s pocket.

There was still some time left before he had to go back to work, so he decided to get a nice ice cream cone. Shane bought one with two flavors ,vanilla and cookie though, of Mr. Tinsley a cool older guy that used to work as a detective or something like that in the 70s. Since it wasn’t a hot day, but the sun wouldn’t help the case of his ice cream, he found a nice bench underneath a tree.

He got his phone out and began to browse through Instagram. Then he stopped at a new photo of Steven. In the photo Steven was wearing a tinfoil hat, which wasn’t something so unusual, but the caption of the picture was the problem.

“What the fuck!” Shane perked up on the bench and gripped the ice cream cone harder. “‘@ryanbergara lended his cool hat to me, best teacher ever :)’”

It was impossible to ignore the urge to click on the username. In fact, Shane didn’t even try to hold back. He was bombarded by a series of photos of a Mr. Bergara at Disney and Universal Studios, puppies, Lakers and mirror selfies. He sucked in a breath. If the dude wasn’t bat shit crazy he would totally be my type. His bisexual senses were tingling so he decided to close the app. Nope.

I wonder if he has a twitter account? Maybe I could fight him. Shane clicked on the blue icon on his screen and typed bergara and there it was a @ryansbergara. Shane had a devilish smile as he analised the profile. The fucking profile picture was a photo of him wearing a tinfoil hat and his header was a screenshot of the X-files opening. Not surprising at all but that made Shane itchy to annoy the guy. That was practically begging to receive some of the old skeptic treatment that his family perfect through the generations.

Shane Madej - @shalexandej 01:39 PM

@ryansbergara hey dude nice hat. going to teach the kids how to do one… oh wait you already did!

He watched as a notification pop-up appeared on his screen only a few minutes later.

Ryan Bergara - @ryansbergara 01:42 PM

@shalexandej ha ha ha very funny stalker, i didnt teach them that!! i talked about how it is useless and actually applied some scientific concepts [GIF]

Shane Madej - @shalexandej 01:43 PM

@ryansbergara THANK GOD YOU DID THAT but i’ll have you know that i instructed my kid to make your life hell

Ryan Bergara - @ryansbergara 01:45 PM

@shalexandej oh really? Cause he actually helped in class

Shane Madej - @shalexandej 01:45 PM

@ryansbergara [GIF] NOOOOOO NOT MY KID BERGARA YOU ARE A CULT LEADER

Ryan Bergara - @ryansbergara 01:46 PM

@shalexandej hahahahahhahahsahs maybe ;)

Ryan Bergara - @ryansbergara 01:46 PM

@shalexandej i have to go prepare for my next class, see ya stalker [GIF]

Shane was about to reply when he receiver another type of notification. Ryan had just followed him. Well Bergara, this might be your downfall. He clicked on the follow button and he unconsciously knew how big of mistake that decision was.

#fanfic #shyan fanfic #buzzfeed unsolved #buzzfeed worth it #shane madej #ryan bergara #steven lim #andrew ilnyckyj #mine #my fic

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sleepytoycollection · 7 years

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SpacePops: A Review Part 2

Part 1: Here

Well, here I am again, this took me longer to get around to than I intended, but hey, I had four times as many dolls to look at. Not to mention how much drawing I’ve been doing for my main blog lately, so yeah I’ve been busy.

Anywhoozle, as my first review can tell you, I found my Luna doll to have a certain amount of charm through all her cheapness, and if you can still find one from your local TRU; you might be lucky enough to snag them for round $2 bucks each as I did. And I def recommend getting one if you can, if nothing else for a nice, articulate spare body and some MH sized shoes. Just don’t let your self pay for than $5 for one. They’re not that fun.

I was lucky enough to manage to get a hold of all five characters, so let’s see how they measure up to Luna. To avoid being too repetitive I’ll try to focus on their unique features only.

Let’s start with Rhea:

Rhea was actually the one I liked the best from her art work. I mean look at it, she looks amazing here, the boots, thigh high stockings, the layers, gloves and chains would’ve made for an amazing doll of the effort had been put in.

I won’t ramble forever about the what-ifs, but it’s just so much of a punch to the stomach to know we’ll never see the real potential these had realized.

I’m not gonna go through the all the profiles, but if anyone’s interested I could scan them in for better visibility.

Gremlin #2.

Getting her out of the box, the first thing that struck me was her hat.

And I mean that literally as there was nothing helping it attach to her head. Much as I’m grateful these dolls lack those plastic ties shot into their heads that mattel’s become so fond of; I don’t think a rubber band would’ve too much to ask for.

Here she out of the box:

She’s...something.

After how much Luna has surprised me by simply being less bad than I feared; Rhea on the other hand was everything I’d worried these girls would be.

Her hair is terrible, it’s the cheapest, nastiest of all the dolls, it’s literally the same stuff the Midnight magic dolls used. It had a gross, greasy feel and wants to pull away from the scalp if I dare try to run a comb through it.

Ugh. On top of that, it became quickly clear I’d gotten a Rhea with a defective hand. Instead of the normal back and forth movement almost every other doll has, she’s got side to side movement.

Except, her hands still have the dents in the molding indicating it’s not meant to turn that way. I’m at a loss. I really can’t tell how this happened, or how her hand isn’t falling off.

It could’ve been worse in that regard, but there’s not many good uses for side to side movement that look natural.

At this point I’d only opened the one doll prior, and so was extremely worried I’d simply gotten lucky with Luna.

sigh.

Her outfit is super cheap, made cheaper looking by how complex a design they were trying to emulate. It’s all one piece and gives the impression of a store bought Halloween costume in miniature.

I will grant however, all the dolls having their name on their tag is cute.

But it’s a wasted detail on something this cheap. The black band on her waist is a sort of flimsy, felt-like material, and the knit of her shorts is thin. I feel like I could easily tear a run in it if I pull just a little too much, especially being unhemmed as they are.

She’s got a slight blue tint to her pale complexion, as you can see her here next to Catrine.

The socks are made of paint, and I’d have rather they be left off entirely. Her left knee also doesn’t bend, and I have not been able to fix it yet.

As you can imagine, after Rhea I lost a lot of energy for these girls. She was the doll I’d wanted the most, and was just disappointing in every way, despite me already having incredibly low standards.

Still, I was going to have to open these girls up eventually. So this time I decided to go for the design I’d liked the least with Athena:

Every time I look at her dress I can’t help but think of the Flintstones. Not in a cute way either.

It’s like if, after their crossover, a member of the Jestons universe tried to make a fashion version of their cave clothing as a cheap cash in, and just doesn’t work for me that much. Maybe it’s partly the colors used.

It’s a little better art wise, but eh. Maybe if she wasn’t he same color as Rhea..?

Blah blah profile.

Gremlin #3.

Despite my opinions on her look, out of the box she struck me as a pleasant increase in quality if nothing else. Nothing falling off, no visible defects.

It was around this time tho I was starting to realize there seemed to be a decided aversion to hair gel. Her spiked updo’ is translated as a short ponytail here.

Can’t say I mind too much, but lack of gel means her hair gets pulled pretty easily, especially where her glasses are. She’s got nothing on Gilda Goldstag that’s for sure.

Her tie is made of the same cheap fuzzy stuff Rhea’s belt was made of, for that matter her gold belt is the only new fabric type here.

But to my great surprise her skirt has a separate over lay!

And it’s even lined, I’ll admit it improved my opinion of her a good bit. It feels sturdy.

Her netted sleeve too is competently made.

..but left a stain on her arm.

With out the overlay her outfit looks a bit less flinstone-y, so I’m just gonna leave it off.

Under her dress she has some pink tights, which I appreciate as they become less and less common in the doll world. Even if it makes me wonder why Rhea couldn’t have had socks. Just one of those things I guess.

Her glasses are held in neatly with, of all things, the help of tiny plastic bobby pins!

!!! I’m sorry but that’s adorable, tiny pins! And they work! Amazing.

Her hair is the same quality as Luna’s, thank goodness, and is easy enough to brush out.

But to my dismay, her glasses don’t fit her face. If you put the arms over her actual ears, they set waayyyy too low. I can’t get them to twist so the bridge will set on her nose. But if I place them high enough so the lens can cover her eyes, they get stuck from her head being too wide and wont’ touch her face.

That said, I like the shape and look of these, and I’m sure I have plenty of other dolls who can rock them. But it doesn’t say much for your line if your accessories can’t be used for the doll they were made to be used on.

Still, Athena was a huge improvement to my energy for these girls, so let’s hop over to Hera.

I wanna take a sec to apologize for the quality of several of these pics, my camera’s very old and staring to kick the bucket.

Hera’s pretty cute, if you like Draculaura. Which I do. The fact the lime green specifically reminds me of Snow Bite, which is my fav version of Ula helps make it a pleasant comparison.

Gremlin #4.

Yay! A different fabric! And hemming! It’s a dream come true~

Now if only I had the same excitement over her hair.

It’s the standard for these dolls tbh, but being curled has not agreed with it. I’m kinda afraid to touch it. She’s got a head band in there, but it’s very hidden.

even if it wasn’t, it’s just a plain ribbon, no where near the flower crown of her art.

The dress is really the star here, of all the outfits so far it’s the one that feels the sturdiest, and no printed details.

Her tag.

Her tights are different fabric to the other ones we’ve seen. It’s not as stretchy, which is why you see it sagging around the knees. It’s the kind of netting you’d see as a tulle petticoat.

It looks alright, but it makes me concerned with how durable these would be in the long run.

Now,you may have noticed me not making any comments on the shoes. Well I have a very good reason for that:

They’re all the same. They reused the same shoe mold for all four of these girls, leaving only one who doesn’t have these heels.

That girl being of course, Juno.

She was my second favorite of all the girls when I saw their art all that time ago.

Aside from how much I love the colors used, she has pants! And a shaved head!

...And another Gremlin.

And last but not least, here she is:

Of all the girls, she’s the one who comes the closest to looking like her boxart.

So not too surprising her outfit is to be my favorite of the bunch.

She’s also the only one to use any kind of styling product. Fairly lightly, but it’s on there. Yet, despite how little there was used they still managed to get a good bit on her face.

Can’t have it all I suppose.

But the flocking looks good.

I also appreciate how she has the most unique face paint of all the ladies. It’s not much by usual standards, but with every girl using the same face mold, they can use all the differences they can get.

Without her Jacket you can bein to see just how had that top is, but she can put her hands in her pockets, so if there had to be a trade off, I’ll admit they made the right one.

Her jacket is nicely sewn, only her collar sporting an unfinished hem, but I don’t know how you’d really hem those jagged edges anyhow. It’s usable and looks alright.

Her boots tho, no complaints there. By Spacepop standards these are the best shoes you’ll ever see. By normal doll standards they’re still not bad.

I very serious when I say I love these pants. I feel like most of their clothing budget went into that fabric. Almost like someone was trying.

Sigh. But then you get this.

It’s garbage. The worst piece of all the clothing I’ve seen here, and there’s no way this would’ve held up to a child.

Now what else have I not covered..oh yeah. The gremlins.

They suck.

Like the shoes, the reused the same mold 4 times. Unlike the shoes, I never thought they were cute.

Only 1 dared to use a different mold, Athen’s gremlin:

...Who might be the only one that comes close to being endearing. The combo of a cute hair style, cute paint details, side glancing eyes, make Roxie almost a nice accessory.

Whew, well, now I’ve gone through everything I could think to talk about.

Having gone over every doll just cements that the execution of this line was a huge misstep on the part of Madame Alexander. Tho I can’t be sure.I get the impression they made these to compete with Monster High, but they company simply waited too long.

By 2016 MH was going into the reboot, and with Mattel’s sales and quality going down MA seemed to lost faith in these ladies and gave up before release. It’s a shame too, Maybe the weren’t the most original idea on the market, but They could’ve been a nice solid competition. Instead we got these; and it leaves me with a sense of melancholy the more I think about the ways things are going. With new lines and experiments coming to a standstill nowadays, doll collecting has been less and less exciting.

And now, less than a year after their debut Spacepops have gone the way of Pinkie Cooper and Novi Stars. In their own way, the last remnant of an era of collecting that’s now gone as styles shift to something else.

Still, I plan to have fun my new new set of ladies, I haven’t completely decided how far I’ll go, maybe leave them as-is for posterity. Their flat face ups have grown on me. Maybe I just miss the bright, harsher colors that are going out of style.

All that said, I bought a spare Athena to experiment with, so I’ll def have some follow ups with how these ladies look with a good repaint.

Anyway, I’m tired and out of thoughts for now. Hopefully you found this somewhat informative, and as always thanks for reading.

#doll review #spacepop #spacepop dolls

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sambashua · 7 years

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questions tag

I was tagged by the cutest sweetheart @shinwrons aka my fave penta stan thanks for tagging me mariah:D

What are your five favorite songs from your bias group?

as most peeps well know, my bg is SEVENTEEN TEEN TEEN and ugh i love all their songs so much this is a real struggle but i think Pretty U, Beautiful, NO F.U.N, Healing and Fronting are the ones I listen to most consistently ??? (this was my biggest struggle in my 19 years idk man i like all their songs listen to them all)

What are your five favorite songs (kpop) not from your bias group?

Well this is even more difficult but I’ll list some I’ve been listening to a lot recently bc I am super indecisive: Blackout by VIXX (bc i finally added it to my playlist thanks to cass), CAMO by BoA (dude this song is so good i’ve listened to it so much she is my queen), Running 2 U by NCT127 (ah this song is so lit by i wish it was longer tbh), Happy by WJSN (i go so hard to this song) and You Smile by ASTRO (this might be my favorite astro song ever idk i just love it so so much like i love baby a lot but 10/10 shoulda been their title imo)

(um okay so i can’t just put five bc i’m a ho so imma do another five girl groups and five boy groups and these are the ones i listen to a lot not just recently more like long-time faves idk) (also this is so much ya don’t gotta read this i just get eggcited abt music)

Why So Lonely by The Wonder Girls (this was one of my first favorite gg songs after mamamoo and hyuna and stuff so it holds a v special place in my hort and i used to watch the dance practice on repeat that whole summer lol i miss them now i’m crying), Like a Cat/Heart Attack by AOA (ugh i can’t choose between these songs i listen to both all the time i just love aoa and i hope choa rests well and gets better) (also have you seen the dp where they dance in cat onsies honestly iconic), Rollin’ by Brave Girls (the mv is trash but the dance is lit like how much thigh power do they possess i’ve tried and i can barely do it for one chorus like ?? but support them pls also deepened and yoohoo are jams ugh), Why by Taeyeon (aka the loml) and Free Somebody by Luna (aka the second loml) (oops also coloring book by oh my girl)

All In/Need U by Monsta X (i listen to these alllll the time), Heartbreaker by NCT 127 (AH I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH), Wake Me Up by B.A.P (jam of the century), Chained Up by VIXX (who doesn’t love this song tho) and Sherlock by SHINee (hoo hoo hoo what’s better than shinee’s back badadadadada)

What are your five favorite non-kpop songs?

I’ll just list my favorite song for my five favorite western artists! Falling by Florence & the Machine (but flo is my all time favorite artist ever and i love every single song she has ever released she is a musical genius), My Body Is a Cage by Arcade Fire, 4u by Blackbear, Woman by the 1975 and All You Are Is History by State Champs wait also My Brother Taught Me How to Swim by Passion Pit (ah i love all their songs so much) AH SHOOT also Still by The Japanese House okay that’s all~

Who is your bias and why do you like them?

hmmmm well idk abt you but i just hate jeon wonwoo what a gross nerd who reads a bunch o books and makes dumb puns and laughs unnecessarily hard at the pain of others and is generally very violent w skinship and can’t eat seafood and is wayyyy overconfident and always hides his hands if he’s wearing long sleeves and is generally very shy and introverted and is afraid of dogs and cried at me before you and thinks he’s the best gamer in the world and has the dorkiest, most adorable smile where his nose crinkles up and wow how gross don’t like him at all idk what to say

What do you usually wear for winter/autumn/spring/summer? What’s your “style”?

ahhh mariah i totally agree w you~~ my ‘style’ is just generally comfy lol usually i wear leggings and a t-shirt tbh but my job requires me to wear real pants rip so for work i usually wear jeans and an okay shirt ? my staple piece is long sleeve t-shirts tho i wear them all the time even in summer here it gets p hot but if i can i wear log sleeves and pants bc i’m crazy apparently. i like sweaters a lot too and jeans but idk i’m just so lazy when it comes to fashion help me

For your bias group, what was your favorite hair style/era for each member?

um this is illegal ugh okay

scoops~ either nice era or last summer for kcon ny w his grey/silver hair i mean come onnnnn

hannie~ ummm his is difficult bc he’s def had the most range w his hair... but i’m gonna have to say pretty u era bc ?? i liked it so much but i feel like a lot of people didn’t?? he looks good w any hair tho tbh (also to clarify i do not mean the extensions bc those were low key cursed just his bob okay)

shua~ BISH IF YOU THINK I WOULDN’T SAY NICE ERA PEACH SHUA THEN YOU DON’T KNOW ME AND I DON’T KNOW YOU

jun~ okay i seem super nice era biased?? but surprisingly i really loved his blonde hair i thought the styling was good and the HEADBAND yes but also boom boom era was iconic bye

hosh~ well hosh legit always looks good rip but i think i really loved pretty u (all the hats were so blessed) and boom boom eras! his light hair for mansae and the light blue/silver were also frickin bomb af but i generally prefer dark hair~

wonu~ i think i talked abt this before but i reallyyyyyyyy loved pretty u/shining diamonds concert ugh also ofd1 (shoot i can’t find any pics but it was basically this but softer or award shows 2016 ah plz he always looks good tho and his hair rn is so good too ugh it’s like ofd reminiscent (i had 400 tabs open for this i h8 me self)

jihoon~ wow okay def nice era once again! damn i shoulda just say nice era for everyone and called it a day rip but also come on adore u era was everyone’s fave fight me HA FOUND A POST WHICH COMPARES THE ERAS WOW BLESSED

dokyumie~ my fave for him was for sureeee adore u era! normally i prefer bangs but seokmin is one of a few boys who i actually prefer his hair up ???

gyu~ as expected probably pretty u era! he just looked like such a soft puppy LIKE HE SHOULD!! but damn his black hair is so good too bye

hao~ he is always the cutest lbr but he looked incredibleee w his silver hair for highlight and also pretty u bc i am such a ho for brown hair why

boo~ honey blonde boo is such a blessing but he looked so cute for adore u too how it was styled up a bit AND ALSO MANSAE OR NICE W THE RED BROWN COLOR ICONIC AND ROSE QUARTZ BOO IT WAS TOO SHORT LIVED

bernonnie~ high key anything after mansae era destroys my life but i’ll say pretty u just bc he looked so young and cute ahjgka but i mean nice, boom boom and dwc are illegally good too so (look how softtttt)

chan~ p r e t t y u just bc that’s when my son started to grow up cry also his hair before that era was so endlessly tragic why pledis (boom boom was also v v good tho)

How did you “discover” kpop and how did you discover vixx?

okay i was like why vixx bc i didn’t realize someone else wrote this lol but kpop in general i found through youtubers yes yes and i was like wow dope then i only listened to bts for a couple months and here i am now (you can find a more detailed synopsis in basically any questions tag i’ve done if you haven’t seen it by now lol) BUT WOW VIXX HOW INTERESTING OKAY so i liked chained up and dynamite ya know back in the early days of my kpop career so like early 2016 i think then that spring/summer 2016 i was like okay i like bts and svt but i know there’s more out there *clenches fist* so i set out on the yt channel learnkpopnameswithme (?) and i saw vixx and was like wow cool i know a bit abt them and i watched a couple and i think i saw error and was like hollup this is too damn intense bye so i still listened to their music and stuff but i thought there were unattractive and i hated ken (I AM SO SORRY I LOVE HIM NOW IT’S OKAY) but i think when milky way mv came out i was like wow how good and pure! and then a month or two ago i really started watching more of them and their variety lol. but in conclusion i’ve known their names for forever but i was like not into them much haaaa sorry

What does your phone case look like?

it’s this sparkly grey case that’s half clear and looks like mountains/waves/granite/??? depending on who you ask but everyone asks me if it’s broken smh

Do you normally browse tumblr on your phone or on pc?

usually phone unless i’m already on my computer ?? or if i’m writing a post ? like i’m on my laptop now so

How are you doing? Got any plans for the day/night?

doing greatttttt when i started writing this it was my birthday so i was like yay i have plans but now i kinda don’t lol rip

i’m only gonna tag people i’m close ish with?? bc i can’t come up w any different questions and these are p good! @king-hao @kyungminie @yooncheoly @atshinee @hoshi-ssi @jungnoir @moonhyook @s-lay-ing@everyonesabiaswrecker @taeismyking @honestlay ofc only do this if you want but i’d like to see your guy’s answers

#tagged #bye this is so long #but 10/10 listen to those songs if you haven't #it took me a damn week to finish this jeez #mir moos

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dlrk-gently · 7 years

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Tag Thing!

Hey! I was tagged by @everything-isconnected

coke or pepsi: lets be honest is there really a difference but coke

disney or dreamworks: disney!!

coffee or tea: always hot chocolate my friend. always.

books or movies: books! they get to be so much more personal and go into so much more detail and you really get a chance to connect to the characters and just yeah books

windows or mac: Windows!! i get so confused by macs nope

dc or marvel: marvel :)

x-box or playstation: i’ve never played either bc i have no money so PC!

dragon age or mass effect: never played either :(

night owl or early riser: night owl but i hate staying up super late the days that I can get up at 6am and be awake are heaven on earth i LOVE early mornings

cards or chess: CHESS i love playing chess my grandad taught me, but since he passed away i’ve had noone to play with :( but 100% chess YES!

chocolate or vanilla: always chocolate.

vans or converse: converse :)

Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: i told u 5 questions ago I DON’T PLAY THIS STOP

fluff or angst: ANGST rip my children apart and take my soul with u (:

beach or forest: both for different reasons?

dogs or cats: again both for different reasons! I do love dogs tho...

clear skies or rain: either torrental storm rain (i hate just... drizzly rain), or clear skies and sun :)

cooking or eating out: eating out my cooking is more... experimentation with ugh consequences

spicy food or mild food: slightly spicy, but not super hot (but i am talking white people spicy here so what im really saying is mild with generic flavour)

halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: BOTH FOR DIFFERENT REASONS AHH but as im getting older possible halloween tho, bc i ruined christmas this year by putting too much pressure on making it perfect :(

would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: the cold bc theres not much u can do about too hot it just sticks to you...

if you could have a superpower, what would it be: to be invisible, or to be able to change my apperace at will :)

animation or live action: BOTH FOR DIFFERENT REASONS

paragon or renegade: I DON’T PLAY THIS STOP

baths or showers: a bath after a shower, bc baths are the best but not when i feel like im sitting in my own dirt ew

team cap or team ironman: BOTH FOR DIFFERENT REASONS

fantasy or sci-fi: fantasy i think but then star trek... yea overall fantasy

do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so what are they: (1) “if coming out is a magic show and being gay is pulling a rabbit out of a hat then i’d be one of those never-ending handkerchiefs” (2) “My philosophy is that worrying means you suffer twice” (3) “My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations” (4) “DAI YOUR GAYS HAVE ARRIVED”

youtube or netflix: not a fair comparison bc of the totally different content, but i guess if i had to give up one it’d be youtube :/

harry potter or percy jackson: always harry potter come on

when you feel accomplished: when i do anything bc that’s alway a change lol

star wars or star trek: star trek reboots

paperback books or hardback books: i read paperbacks, then if I really liked them I get the hardback for my bookshelf :)

horror or rom-com: both

tv shows or movies: tv shows

favorite animal: dogs

favorite genre of music: always musicals

least favorite book: I don’t think i’ve ever read a book i didn’t like, bc i’m usually quick to judge by the first chapter or so, so if i don’t like it I haven’t read enough to remember it...

favourite season: spring/summer, but aesthetically autumn is the best. But i like looking at aesthetic pictures of autumn/winter in the niceness of summer so....

sparkly or shiny!?: Sparkly :)

Cinema or theatre? Theatre!: do u know me at all always theatre (specifically musical theatre)

Salty or savory food?: ewww salt - savoury always

Road trips or airplane flights?: ROADTRIPS!

Gay or European?: this blogger is gay AND european!!!!!! AND NEITHER IS DISGRASE - YOU’VE GOT TO STOP YOUR BEING A COMPLETELY CLOSET CASE IT’S ME NOT HER HES SEEING NO MATTER WHAT HE SAYS I SWEAR HED NEVER EVER EVER SWING THE OTHER WAY U ARE SO GAY YOU BIG PARFAIT YOU FLAMING BOY BAND CABARET -IM STRAIGHT- u were not yesterday.. HES GAY AND EUROPEAN HES GAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Favourite music instrument?: Piano :)

Favourite flowers?: Sunflowers!

If you had been the opposite sex to your birth sex, what would you have been called?: Luke :)

I tag: Anyone who wants to do it! Put me as your tagger! <3

#mine

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birthright-magic · 5 years

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July 21st (Packers Tank, Express Shorts, Bow Flops)

This was a memorable day, for sure. It was the day things started to change, mentally and spiritually, for me. We had breakfast at the hotel, then checked out so we could get going to Har Herzl - the memorial cemetery. It was deeply moving, and I honestly tried not to get weepy, but I did. The soldiers shared their stories in broken English, holding back tears, talking about friends they’d lost and tragedies they’d experienced. It was very intense and made me think that maybe I am not doing enough with my life (and fucking Jacob had the audacity to share a story about how 9/11 personally effected him.... UGH). We were here for a while and heard a few interesting stories and saw interesting graves and memorials. After this, we got on the bus to go back to the Old City. Elishay sat next to me on the ride and said he was tired, that he was going to put his head on the seat in front of him. I was like “uhh, you can lay on my shoulder” and he did, and it was sweet. He eventually got hold of my hand and played with it super gently and it’s not like I was turned on, but it was so gentle and unexpected that I definitely felt something. Neither of us made a big deal, but we got to the Old City and went separate ways. I pretty much wanted to be alone and explore all the quarters by myself. As soon as we walked in, some white guy was like “Go Pack Go!” and I noticed he was wearing a Badgers shirt! (I was wearing my hat and tank top so I looked like a huge fan, heehee.) I walked alone for a while, then somehow ended up walking with Aaron - he was sweet but just not interested in me at all, and a little awkward to be honest. We were walking in the Arabic quarter and I was getting a lot of attention from the vendors - I’m sure that made Aaron uncomfortable but I clearly loved it and just ignored it. I ate a nasty ass bagel with avocado and hung with Crystal most of this time. She let me hit her cool strawberry weed Juul and I bought jewelry for Corrie in this little shop where I got RIPPPPPED the fuck off. We had a tour of the underground tunnels of the Kotel, which was not that interesting and everyone in the group was complaining about it and sounding like typical disrespectful Americans. I tried to keep my mouth shut and find something interesting or memorable to hold on to but... the only thing was that silly video about how the wall was built back in the day. After this, we got dressed conservatively - in my long beige dress - for more time at the wall. This time I had way more time and space by myself at the wall - to touch, silently pray, and reflect on my life and my blessings and my wishes. I wrote a note to tuck inside the cracks and was glad that I had little to ask for and so much to be grateful for. After we left the wall, we went to go check in to our new hotel! It was right outside Tel Aviv and sat literally on the Mediterranean Ocean! I believe we ate dinner here, and the sun was setting absolutely perfectly indescribably beautifully on the ocean, and we had a perfect view. I sat with Illana, Sukey, Aaron, Nir and Elishay. Elishay asked to sit next to meee! I offered to do Sukey’s makeup for the night our in Tel Aviv. After dinner we started getting ready, I was wearing like whatever and first went to take care of Sukey. It was the first time we really connected and it was like mehhhhh. She had a weird vibe but I had fun doing her makeup and testing my skills. Illana was there with Greenberg doing her makeup (which ended up SUCKING and Illana said she wished I’d done her makeup that night, haha). Sukey looked CAKED and had her titties out and it was nice that she felt all cute and people complimented her look and she told them I did it 😊. So I got myself tarted up, put on my wine bodysuit, floral denim skirt and bow flops. Straightened the hair as much as I could and wore my heart hoop earrings and put on lashes and lipstick and posed for pictures with friends in the lobby before we left! Okay get ready, cause this is going to be the long and detailed part of this post. 😈 We got to Tel Aviv and walked in the street to this little strip of bars. Mind you, it was a Sunday night and it was still pretty boppin’! We started off all together at the busiest bar we saw. We went inside and found it difficult to get service. I hung with Raven for the first time (she was wearing THE cutest top and that’s how the vibe started) and she was trying to order shots, so I waited with her and had a shot with her. We took a snapchat together! I think I had one more shot here, then somehow wandered off with Molly and Alex. These girls were the SHIT - they hung with me all over town. We walked up and down the strip, checking out different bars, popping into interesting ones and having tequila shots for 10 shekels a pop wherever we went. I think at some point I must have made it obvious that I wanted to walk around alone (to hit my pen maybe? Who knows why drunk Hailey does anything...) So I told em I’d meet them later? I think I’m mixing this part up but I’ll fix it later. I was walking near the other bar, and Elishay came up to me. We were talking and walking together for a while I think, and he eventually asked me “Are you dipsy?” I couldn’t help but laugh and pretend I had no idea what he was saying. I was like “dipsy?” And he said, “you know like a dipsy?” Hahahaha I’m dying just thinking about it. But I said yes, I was dipsy. We must have been alone on the back streets because I remember him pulling me closer to him by my waist and kissing me. Uhhh, he was literally the best kisser I’ve ever met. He touched me, but not too much, used good tongue, moved his head, didn’t bump teeth, made the tiniest noises of appreciation, moved kinda fast, stroked my hair, cupped my ass, pulled me close to him... wow. And this was just the first time. We pulled apart at some point and I told him I NEEEEEDED more weed. I told him to ask people for carts and this was my favorite part of the night. We walked down these little back streets, me giggling next to him as he showed my empty cart to people on the street and asked in Hebrew where he could get one. Most people just started at him or said no... haha. My favoirte was one group of girls who looked at him and said “ew” - HAHA. We stopped on a darkly lit corner and I can’t remember who leaned in this time, but we kissed again, a little hotter, a little heavier this time. He pulled back and said “you’re really good, you know?” That was a massive ego boost... I haven’t made out with anyone like that in a loooong time. Not even Morgan likes to kiss that much, so. Anyway, at some point Dakota joined us... he was third wheeling it so hard, and Elishay and I were kind of playfully figuring out how to get rid of him. I think Elishay told him that there were some people at the other bar waiting for him - and he went over and E said “good, he left us” and kissed me again. I’m sure I was definitely making some kind of noise and I’m pretty proud I didn’t do anything too slutty. I really thought his beard would bother me, but it really didn’t. We sat down on a bench near the bar we sent Dakota to, and we kissed one more time there - God it was so good. I had not been touched or kissed like that in.... um. Literally ever. We eventually got up cause I said I wanted another shot, and I think I ran into Molly and Alex again. Molly was like “uhhhh Hailey what happened to you?” and she told me my lipstick was all messed up - so I told them and they were like EEEE!! And yeah, we went walking and bar hopping again. We went to the tree bar, where I talked to some man who was sitting alone at the at the bar. No one has ever smiled that big at me. I love being drunk enough to be super cute and friendly, but not drunk enough that I act stupid and annoying. I had this perfect cute buzz going, and the guy at the bar loved me and so did the bartender. We remembered we liked tree bar, then went on to the next one. I can’t really remember the order of these places but there was one place we went where there were three girls behind the bar. We came in, they looked at us, we walked to the bar and they ignored us. We walked out pretty quick. I think the next place was the Mexican style place. There was another guy sitting alone at the bar that seemed interested in us - we chatted for a while, cheersed with him, then ran to the bathroom. The bathrooms were the CREEPIEST thing I had ever seen. Mine had a giant pink panther statue in it, was totally dark, and had creepy classical music playing it it. I initially ran out of it, like, almost unable to go in and shut the door, but the girls were peeing and I had to piss so.... I ended up taking a selfie with the pink panther statue thing. After this, we said bye to the guy at the bar (I think there was a mega cute guy in the back bar of this restaurant...) and went down the street to this convenience store - don’t know why. We had fun in the perfume section (we all sprayed ourselves with Moschino!) and went down the street to the fountain where we took cute pictures and talked about Elishay a little more. After this, we passed by these cute guys who were drinking wine in the park and had their cute dog with them. I was pretty sure they were grilling me... couldn’t be sure. We stopped in some bar where we literally waited FOREVER for service, and the guy was a giant dickhead and I can’t remember why... we were being cute and sweet - no idea why he had an attitude, but. Oh well. We shot it and left, vowing never to return. We walked past those guys with the dog again and I told the girls we should go say hi. I lead the way and said hi to the dog, talked to the guys (about birthright? I think?) and then were on our way back again. I think the night was over at this point, and we walked back to the bus. We drove back to the hotel and all went our separate ways - I went with Lily, Anna, Crystal and Laurie to smoke a J together, then went walking on the beach! I dipped my toes in the Mediterranean, danced around, played with the girls, spied on Lior talking to Ayelet, watched as Elishay hung around waiting for me and ended up talking to Aaron in the hopes that he had some bud or wanted to hook up or something. We talked for a looong time - I don’t know why, I think I honestly expected him to smoke me up somehow. Elishay was texting me, telling me he went to the hotel and then Molly texted me telling me he was hanging out on the 3rd floor. Eventually, Aaron and I walked inside at about 3am and he told me bluntly that there would be no smoking. WOMP. I think I went to bed right after this... how could I have slept!?

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