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Opening His Car Door - Pedri González
A PEDRI FIC! YEI! My first one
Also it's my first TikTok related fic. Hope it's good. I just saw this and wanted to get it done and I thought about our lovely Pepiiii! And here it is!
P.S: English is not my first language, sorry if there's any misspelled things. Pleaseeee, let me know if they are :) Thank you!
"Preciosa, ¿estás lista?" (Beautiful, are you ready?)
"Coming, amor!" You said looking yourself once more in the mirror of your bathroom.
You quickly took a look at the inside of your room seeing Pedri wasn't present and pulled out your phone
"Hey guys! What's up? Y/N/N here. You've been asking me a lot to do this little... prank? challenge? Well, whatever that thing is. And what a better way than this one. Right now, Pedri and I are leaving to get some grocery shooping done and it's the perfect time to do this, I can already imagine his precious impressed face like..." You put your hand on your cheek, fangirling a bit of your boyfriend. "Ugh, so beautiful!" You laughed at yourself a little "Anyway so let's go and see what happens"
"Y/N!" You heard your boyfriend yell and you quickly ended the little video and came out of the bathroom
"Aquí estoy, señor" (I'm here, mister) You said smiling watching him enter your shared bedroom
"Thought the bathroom ate you alive" He said laughing a little as you smiled, wrapping your arms around his shoulders while his went to your waist bringing you into him
"You think you're funny, don't you?"
"I'm hilarious, preciosa"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, astro del balón" You said giggling leaning up to kiss his lips a few times "Let's go so the faster we get home, the faster we'll cuddle" You separated yourself from him and walked out of the room feeling him walk behind you.
"You look beautiful" He said randomly as you stopped walking turning around to see him with a big smile on your face
"Y tú muy guapo" (And you pretty handsome) You waited for him to walk down next to you, intertwining your hands. You pressed record on your phone deciding to edit the walking out part.
All the way to the porch, Pedri was swinging your hands exaggeratedly, until you dropped his hand and ran towards the drivers side.
Pedri did let you ride his car, pretty often, so he must have thought you wanted to drive the car. So when he walked towards the copilot's side you yelled
"Nooo"
"What?"
"I'm opening the door for you! You have to get in here!"
You recorded his reaction since your phone was in the hand you opened the door with. It was priceless
"Bebé" He joined you at the drivers side, his face red and his smile big
"Get inside the car" You said
"Why would you do this?"
"I wanted to! You always open the door for me, I wanted to return the gesture" You said softly with a smile on
It was true.
Pedri always opened doors for you. Like the gentleman he is. And it made your heart do somersaults.
"Bonita, you didn't have to" He said still giggling
"C'mon, Pedri. Just get in there"
"Just this once" He said, his index finger up doing the mention of "One" as you nodded
"Just this once" You repeated nodding with a smile on. He leaned over and gave you a sweet kiss on your lips and got into the car as you closed the door
You giggled like a schoolgirl and jogged towards the copilot side, when you see the door open. Pedri leaned over the console, still opening the door for you
"You didn't think I'd stop opening the door for you, did you?"
"BABY!" You yelled, now you were the one blushing.
"C'mon, get in, mi amor. We need to do some grocery shooping"
Pedri drove all the way to the market with one of his hands on your tight and you cuddled up to his arm, you planned to be the one with the final word, so at the market you would open his door again
And that you did. You started recording again.
"Amor, ¿Qué-?" He was cut off by you running out of the car to open his door once more "Bonita" He said before laughing, you could see how his cheeks turned red once more "No, not happening"
"What?" You asked laughing "C'mon, let's go" He got out of the car grabbing your hand "Pepi, what are you doing?" You asked while laughing.
He was dragging you back again to the copilot side, opening the door and getting you in it once more
"Pedri! No! What are you-? PEDRO!" You laughed watching him go back towards the drivers side.
He got inside the car, started the engine for a few seconds and he even pulled his seatblet on, to undo it minutes later, turn off the engine, get out of the car and go to your side opening the door for you
"Pedro!"
"You won't take my job away! My job is to make you feel like a queen and I will treat you like one"
"You already do that" You say leaning up to kiss him softly on his lips
"I also like opening doors for you, I'm your man, a manly man who opens doors for his girl"
"Yes, you are and you do." You smiled "I love you so much"
"Love you too preciosa" He said passing one arm around your waist pulling you closer to him "And lastly. It feels weird when you open the door for me" You laughed loudly at that
"Let me tell you, I loved it. I'll start doing it more, so you better get used to it" You left a kiss on his lips before walking away
"Ay Díos mio, no... Bonita, wait" (Oh my god, no...)
"C'mon, González. We got some grocery shooping to do"
#pedri gonzalez#pedri gonzalez x reader#fc barça#fc barcelona#pedri blurb#pedri#M. is writing#pedri x reader#pablo gavi#his eyes are gorgeous#look at him#i love him#pedri and gavi will be my death#those two#pedri fluff
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Reactions to Miracle Creator's Chapter 138
New TCF chapter title - 20. A Miracle Happened in the Demon Cult
TLDR; Cale x HD moment. Angry HD. Blood Cult spies captured. Upcoming CH and CJS spar.
Soos?
LSH = ❌
CJS = ✅
Cale x HD Moment
My inner fangirl screamed again today. Last chapter, we had handholding (leeeeewd 🤩) and staring at each other's eyes closely. Today, we have ear whispers!!! 😳🤭
The scene went like this:
Cale and HD: *talks about what to do with Blood Cult spies*
Cale: By the way... *looks serious*
HD: *senses Cale's serious air and becomes serious too*
Cale: *whispers* Can we get some snacks? I have a child who wants to eat.
HD: ...
Cale: (Why is he looking at me like that?)
Raon: Yey! I'm excited! Go bring out all the expensive sweets!
Okay, it's just my BL filter acting up... 😅 But this scene was funny. The atmosphere was so serious, and then Cale suddenly asks HD for sweets. 😂Even Cale was embarrassed of his request, so he ended up whispering to HD... 🤣🤣🤣
One more Cale and HD moment: They talk to each other casually now. HD no longer uses "Young Master" when he calls Cale. He simply said "Kim Hae-il." And Cale replied to him with short words.
Angry Heavenly Demon
This is to be expected. HD was so angry that his dark red aura, that was similar to Cale's Dominating Aura, was in full blast. He was so cool when he dominated the Demon Cult and gave all those orders. I want to go into detail but this is a reaction post, so sorry~ 🤐 All I can tell you is that he also gave the command to annihilate the Blood Cult like what the Namgung Clan did.
Our Cale was both impressed and fearful upon seeing the might of the Demon Cult because of HD. He even thought Blood Cult made a fatal mistake in making the Demon Cult their enemy.
And Cale experienced again how people felt when he uses his Dominating Aura because of HD's aura. He had goosebumps in his arms that he had to use his own DA AP to counteract HD's aura.
Blood Cult Spies Captured
The spies were subdued quite quickly, and our Cale was scared again of the Demon Cult's power. They're still alive and would be interrogated. The way before they were subdued was also a cool scene.
We get some flashback of HD's miserable childhood and why he hated noise and actual rats. And then there was the transition to the "rats" (the spies) that entered the Demon Cult.
Oh yeah, who were the spies?
-Pavilion Master Kee from the Coin Tree Pavilion
-Captain Maeng, leader of one of the Demon Cult's 8 brigades
Upcoming CH and CJS Spar
And we have our Soos scene at the end of the chapter. Which means it ended at a cliff... 😑B-B-BUT! This means that the next chapter on Monday is full of Soos!!! 🥰
Ending Remarks
Today was full of cool scenes highlighting the power of HD and the Demon Cult. Yeah, HD is the author's favorite murim arc character. Anyway, look forward to next week's Soos interaction! See ya!
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Alright, I'm doing this too-
Mist's life in Starcross in [E.L.A] AU
-Good Ending
Since Palette married Goth and all, Mist was heartbroken, but chose it'd be best to move on. He poisoned Alphonse and nobody ever found out. The ones who found out never spoke a word. Mist took the throne, and if Merci and Angst are alive here then they live in the castle with him and Mist makes sure to treat his brothers and mother like true royalty.
He took Killer to therapy and gave the servants/subordinates the choice to either leave or stay. Dust and Horror left, but Dust still decides to visit from time to time so the two can catch up. Dust and Mist always had a good friendship! Mist takes good care of Merciless and provides him with anything he wants. When he's busy, he orders the maids to attend to him and treat him respectfully or else he's going to chop their heads off-
Mist and Palette don't see eachother that much anymore, considering they're both kings of their respectable kingdoms now and have duties. But they formed an alliance between their kingdoms. Mist still has feelings towards Palette, but resents him a little for choosing Goth over him, especially after all he has done for Palette. He doesn't say that to Palette's face though, he's glad his friend is finally happy..
-Bad Ending
If Merciless is dead- Mist is not going to stand for this, therefore rescue your crush mission begins. He poisons Alphonse and takes the throne a little earlier than he was supposed to. He strengthens his assassins and subordinates, planning a surprise attack on the Light Kingdom. And one night, the plan commences. Mist and his subordinates wait until midnight, and break into the castle, killing every guard who tries to get in their way in cold blood.
Mist searches for Palette throughout the castle, desperate to save his friend. He goes down into the dungeons, and finds Starcross drinking Palette's blood. Disgusted and angry, Mist beats up Star and lets the boy suffer from the mass amount of pain from the wounds. He checks on Palette, but much to Mist's dismay, he is already dying..They share one last hug, and Palette apologizes for giving up and lets his dying breath in Mist's arms.
Mist is devastated, he picks up Palette in his arms as he still cries and walks out of the dungeon. He orders his men to set fire to everything and retreat, and when they're out of the castle, it already is starting to burn. Everyone in the castle died in the fire. Cross, Dream, Hope and Lux managed to escape just in time, they watched Mist give them one last heartbroken glare before him and his men escaped into the woods.
Lux is obviously looking to have her revenge, and Dream is extremely angry.
Mist holds a funeral for Palette, days after the funeral Lux breaks into the castle and the two fight to death. If Mist is going down, he's taking this demon with him no matter what. And that was the end of two kingdoms.
If Merciless is alive- Mist poisons Alphonse, becomes king and all that shit. After Palette's execution, he declares war on the Light Kingdom. That war lasts for years, and he successfully kills Starcross and Lux. But Dream has his revenge and in his dying breath, Mist insults Dream by calling him "a tyrant with his child's cold blood in his hands" and saying that Albedo should be disappointed in him.
-Surprise ending
He is happy things turned out better. He openly admits he doesn't want to be king, he would rather live a normal life like he always wished. But he has no choice anyway, Merciless is disabled and incapable of ruling a kingdom (plus he's happy with Lux now and Mist doesn't want to ruin it), Angst doesn't wanna become king either, and Mist doesn't want Crescent to take the throne because he doesn't trust his older brother anymore.
Him and Palette probably end up together here and join the two apposite kingdoms into a big powerful one, yey!
@anotherrosesthatfell
@starvivi
#a sunflower in full bloom au#evil lux au#starcross in e.l.a au#mist [e.l.a] (trans artemis)#e.l.a endings
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Danny is in a genderbend loop again, but born in Japan also in a yakuza family that is well known underground fighter (basically like Kure clan in Kengan Asura)
And Danny being well known fighter underground, and Gun basically sends gifts as a proposal.
[ i should probably be doing my homework, but fuck it, here's another one-shot about Gun being a simp and Danny being done with life until Rapunzel's long-lost twin saves the day. Enjoy!]
Being a woman never gets easier, Danny sighed wrapping bandages over her chest. She was headed into the ring any minute now and needed to be prepared.
Japan was different than Korea, and she found herself often blindsided, despite apparently knowing the language. Oh, and she was also part of some super important and huge crime family? Yey.
Her biggest problem currently, however, was another thing: Gun. As usual, he was the root of her perpetual annoyance, by being not only a menace but an utter simp.
"You beat a guy into the hospital once-" She bemoaned quietly before the sound of a gong announced her entrance.
She stepped into the arena with a blank face and her chin held things, not once faltering in her pace. Her opponent, a mountain of a man with several years of fighting under his belt and numerous prizes was waiting with an equally somber look. He knew who she was, and he knew that he had no way of winning, but for the sake of his pride and probably his life, he had to try. The cheers were deafening. Behind a pair of shades, black eyes pierced her skin like burning daggers.
Boohoo~ Jay, my beloved, quickly come save me! she wailed in her mind while suppressing a shiver. Why did she have the worst luck in the world?! Danny shook such thoughts off and tried to concentrate on the fight, but she couldn't. Her mind drifted back to the quiet evening she had spent in her lover's arms before the loop had so cruelly ripped her from his embrace.
The sound of the gong snapped her from her thoughts. Before her laid the fallen body of her opponent, badly injured, but alive. Danny tuned out the voice of the commentator echoing through the arena with a bored look. In the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of blonde hair, but when she turned her head it was gone.
The girl was just packing her stuff to leave when she once again saw that flash of blonde going down the corridor. Quickly hoisting the duffle bag over her shoulder she hurried out of the locker room and sprinted down the hall. As she turned the corner she ran straight into someone and ended up sprawled all over the floor. Before she could regain he bearings, someone extended their hand to her to help her up. Oh, fuck me sideways!
Gun stared down at the girl with a polite smile, waiting for her to grab his hand so he could hoist her up. That didn't happen. Instead, the little spitfire got up herself and proceeded to book it past him without another word.
She had intrigued him from the moment he had first seen her fighting a few months ago. The girl was young but skilled beyond her years. She was quick on her feet and her hits spared no power, but she could still dish them out for hours without even breaking a sweat (he'd seen her do it in one match). There was just something so intoxicating about how she could turn her body into a weapon without even blinking and take out people three times her size like they were made out of straw.
Gun was determined to have such a masterpiece at any cost.
Danny was sulking. She had lost the mystery blond somewhere in the maze of corridors. A part of her yelled that that might've been her Jay and that she had just lost her chance, but the rational part reminded her that the blonde was in Korea, far away from her. She had done some digging and discovered that her brilliant beloved was an aspiring poet in this loop, which didn't surprise her that much. Her hubby had always been a sensible soul. It did however make her heart ache to know that their paths would probably never cross this time. I mean, I'm an underground fighter, and he writes poetry, she despaired mentally.
Another day, another fight. The routine was starting to grate on her nerves.
Another thing that bugged her endlessly was that the black-eyed maniac had apparently taken an interest in her, again. He kept sending her gifts and whatnot every day. Her parents (some random extras she had never met before) were ecstatic that such a highly regarded and respected man wanted to have their daughter, and kept trying to convince her to accept his proposal. She vehemently refused and threatened to burn down the whole house if they kept insisting. That got them to back off for a while.
Gun upped his game. Not only did he start bribing her extended family with gifts, but he also somehow go invited to the birthday celebration of the head of their family, Masashi Park.
If Danny was irked before now she was downright fuming. Every member of their clan had to attend this celebration unless they were pregnant and repairing to give birth or on their deathbed. There was no way for her to get out of attending.
"Gods willing I die before then." She cursed under her breath when her maid announced the news.
She shooed the confused maid and rolled into her covers, clutching a pillow to her chest. It was moments like these that she craved to be back in her lover's warm embrace, away from all the maniacs and bastards who sought to disturb their peace. Oh what she wouldn't give to-
"Would you stop throwing pebbles at my window, I'm trying to have a tearful inner monologue here!"
She stomped her way to the window and opened it. Before she could shout some more a small rock hit her right in the forehead. The fighting prodigy went down with an 'oof' bested by a flying pebble. She got up again, ready to give her attacker a piece of her mind before her eyes landed on that familiar mop of blond hair and all of her thoughts came to a screeching halt.
There in all his glory, like a prince come out of a fairytale to save his beloved, was her darling Jay. He waved at her, smiling shyly. Bewildered, Danny slipped through the window, landing on the grass silently (assassin skills for the win!).
"How?" The words came out before she could stop them.
Jay shrugged.
"You don't know?"
Nod.
"Then-?"
"Huh, you felt like you knew me? And you had a feeling I needed help?"
The conversation, although one-sided, brought tears of gratitude to her eyes. At first, Jay panicked seeing her cry but quickly calmed down when she explained the situation and held her as she let all of her piled frustrations out. He didn't let go when his shirt got so wet it stuck to his skin, just sat and listened to her ranting while drawing small circles on her back. He didn't ask her anything, as if he already knew everything he needed to. Her darling always had a knack for knowing things he shouldn't and she couldn't be more thankful for it now.
"Aren't you supposed to be in Korea?" Danny asked after she had finally calmed down a bit.
The two had moved to an area further away from her home, on a little hill overseeing the city. She was laying on his chest, their legs entangled over one another, his arms planted firmly around her smaller body like an anchor while she played with his fingers.
"Oh? You're here with your father who's on a business trip? That's-" she yawned "-really great."
Danny snuggled deeper into the warmth, trying to turn away from the blasted light that wouldn't let her sleep. Wait, light? She groggily opened her eyes to see the sun climbing over the horizon. The girl gasped, waking Jay up as well. The two shared a quick hug and she gave him a light peck on the cheek before they parted ways with promises to meet again as soon as possible.
When the servants saw their young miss practically skipping into the house they pinched themselves to check if they were still asleep. The young beauty who had been so morose and silent these past few days had a lovely smile painted on her face and her cheeks were the color of roses. She looked like a blooming flower and was gently humming a tune to herself. (Near, far, wherever you are~) [I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself! ]
Danny just ignored all of them and headed to her room, content to have her dearest once again by her side.
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The day of the celebration came and with it the family drama and gossip. Who married who? Who killed who? The usual. And, of course, the news of the young raven-haired master of a good family courting the cold and skilled young miss of the 5th branch.
The girl in question listened to them spread the most ludicrous of ideas around, such as her being pregnant by Gun (the fuck?), and wanted to gag. Old people with little to do had the wildest imaginations!
And as if that wasn't already enough, right then the star of the show decided to make his appearance. Danny took a deep breath, mentally repeating a mantra about calm and patience. It wouldn't do to sully her new dress with his blood. Besides, they weren't allowed to kill or mutilate someone during the patriarch's birthday, lest they wish to face his wrath. And no one wanted to go toe to toe with that crazy old geezer!
To her momentary relief, Gun didn't approach her for the entire celebration, until the banquet.
Danny tried not to bite into her chopsticks as she cursed whatever bastard had been in charge of the seating arrangement for at least twenty generations to come. Why did it seem like their seats were purposefully placed closer to each other?! Patience, patience, patience, the girl repeated, trying to restrain herself from elbowing the shameless bastard whose sleeve kept brushing her side 'accidentally'. He would soon 'accidentally' end up with one less arm!
When the time came to toast, Old Masashi got up with his cup raised, prepared to give his speech.
"I wish to first and foremost apologize to all of you."
Murmurs ran through the dining hall as people became uneasy. The old man wasn't known as a loose canon for nothing. The room was once again reduced to silence through a single look from the patriarch.
"I have invited a guest to my celebration at the last minute. Due to my lack of foresight, I am afraid he's running a bit late. Nevertheless, I wish to introduce you to him."
The double doors engraved with tigers were opened by two servants. The guest walked in with elegant, deliberate steps, like a man merely taking a stroll through a shop, not entering the headquarters of one of the most feared clans in Japan. The hall waited with bated breath as he made his way to the old master, who hugged him like a friend and once again turned to address the crowd.
"This is Jay Hong, the son of a dear friend of mine and-" he threw a sharp look across the hall, his eyes settling on Danny "my future grandson-in-law!"
Everyone turned to look at the frozen girl, then back at the old master. Then again, at her and at Masashi, and finally at the blonde on his right.
Tick. Tock. Tick-
The hall burst into chaos.
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i have theory about both Quackity guys this kinda will long;;
OKEY— In the case/story that we know so far about Q & El backstory they are mentioned as two individuals separated from one individual they also call clone?? Hmmm, in the story it is said that a strange person appeared at their house & then when they were 'separated' ' Their mother left them??? It's like a plot hole and so weird… I analyzed and theorized this yey!
I'll call Q!Quackity asQ and ElQuackity as El btw :].
I'm theorizing that Quackity's mom has pharmaceutical connections to federation & the weirdo is one of member of federation who wants a child to testing their 'project 'they're working on and Q's mom is responsible for having kids & teaching him two languages which makes Quackity's mom a bit suspicious...
when the federation person came for her child Quackity's mother refused categorically knowing that her child would be taken by the federation and made into an experiment but in the end the federation person did a forced experiment in their house, their house was torn apart, Quackity was separated into Q & El and the federation did something on their mother who made her 'gone'.
Q & El was raised by a federation on the island to be a 'perfect' agent & test how individuals who are 'similar' in any way except in language can have different behavior & personality, the result: El is considered more perfect, he is more obedient and very loyal to federation And Q? he considered imperfect & the product failed by the federation then when they were both teenagers they were released and made sure to return to the island.
What happened was that Q & El returned to the island with the other people with semi-erased memories except for El because he is a federation agent. The federation saw and watched how Q progressed after he leaving the island, they realized that Q is very easily attached emotionally deeply to people (especially Wilbur) and to the eggs (even though Q hates quite a few of them he still protects them) and he will be very aggressive when he is emotional is inversely proportional to El who is the opposite of Q who still adheres to training passively & just 'friends' without that strong emotional attachment. federation decided to 'replace' Q with El completely.
What might have happened to Q after being trapped? He might be changed just like El or maybe even he would be annihilated but Q managed to escape because he remembered the emotional ties he had… And chose to stay alive and escape from the pharmacy? Possible
This just theory guys pls & also if i typo;;;;
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MY DARLING DOLLS 48
PREVIOUS || PT8 CH48 || NEXT
After that day in the beach. You somehow felt very refresh! Even more healthy than before! How odd! But as winter comes by again, the visitor of the old man returns.
"oh so, your still alive." The visitor stares at you in shock. "What does that supposed to mean?!" you cannot believe this guy.
"I don't know... Sometime ago, I sense something that spawn in this place... I thought your dead or something from it." He stared at you up and down.
"Did you take something weird..." He wonder what's up with you right now.
"I don't know what you mean." You rolled your eyes at him as Kanata who was outside in the garden arrive inside holding some fishes given to him with some town people who turn into his cult.
"shall we have 'sushi' tonight?...." He ask you all pointing the big tuna fish that's almost haft his size around like it's some sword. With one hand like it's not a big deal or even heavy.
"yey sushi!" You clap your hands in agreement. The visitor stares at you and Kanata. "You guys a couple or something." He joked.
" 'Couple'? " Kanata tilt his head. "I don't think... I can be that 'greedy'..." He stares at you with warmth in his eyes. "Just being here in this world with them is enough."
"huh? It's not being greedy if you guys love each other." The visitor seems confuse about the statement of Kanata. "Is it really 'me' or is it 'kanata'..." He mumble as he walk to the other door with his fish. "I'm going to make sushiii..."
"... Your friend is odd." The visitor turn to look at you. "I was just kidding around but they seems to take it as not as a joke." He pick up the pattern in the table and looks at it and the fluff around you.
"do you wanna remember your past?" He suddenly ask you.
"What gives you that idea to ask me that? Out of the blue." You wonder what's up with him with that question.
"you been stuck in this place for many years... What if someone is waiting for you to come home?" He seems serious about the topic. "Your time is frozen in place... Those people with you will fade in time... Fade away in the passage of history. While you stay as you. Loneliness is hard and could be depressing. "
"I have Kanata with me." You don't know if Kanata can stay with you through those time. But he probably can stay longer than others since his not technically a human.
"..." He sigh as if his looking at a child who don't understand many things. "What I'm saying. Those people waiting for you. Will forget about you and probably gone once you come back to them."
"if I come back to those people. I already forgotten who they are. What's the point if we're already strangers now?" Somehow it felt your past seems unimportant in the moment. Was there someone important looking for you?
The visitor stares at you in puzzle before he seems to realize something terrible.
"ahh.... " He looks at the door for a moment and back to you. "There really are things that aren't what they seem... " He sigh as he stop inquiring about the topic with you.
"why do you look shocked just now..." You pretty sure this shortie is hiding something from you. "Hey...." You wanna poke him for more answer but he smack your hand away.
"go away. I'm not interested chatting with children." He rolled his eyes and give you a nasty old man look who sees people trespassing his property.
"crazy weirdo." You rolled your eyes. As the door open again Revealing Kanata with the sushi............ With what seems to be a tomato sauce for dips.
"I'm back~" he seats besides you and place the dish on the table through his careful to not put it near your work. "The heck... Why is this a strawberry jam?" The visitor who was curious what that red sauce was take a taste and was baffled and in disbelief.
"ah... I can't find the 'wasabi' so I look for hot sauce... But I can't find it either so I look for ketchup but it's not in the kitchen either... But I saw some strawberries outside so I made them into jam." He explains.
"..." You stared at him who's smiling innocently. He don't seems to get that it's probably not a good combo but he did his best for it. You can't help but pat his head. "Good job Kanata. You did well." You praise him with more head pat.
"ah? I did good?"
He was daze as he looks at you but hos smile brighten and felt warmth.
He enjoy the head pat and felt sad when you stop and held your hand yet stop when he realize he might over stepping himself. "Hmm?" You tilt your head as Kanata held your hand that was petting him earlier.
"What's wrong?" You ask but then realize what night cause it. "Do you want more head pat?" Giggling as you saw him softly nod through a bit shy about it..
"I like it when you give me head pat and praises.... But I cannot ask for more...." He look stared straight in your eyes.
"Hmm." He seems happy now as he saw your beautiful smile. "My dollmaker do you want to eat first before you finish your work...?"
"I guess I'm a bit hungry." You nodded thinking when you last have a food. It's two hours ago if you remember correctly.
"gott... Young people those days..." You heard the visitor grumbles cause of the scene he witness.
"Do you want some?" Kanata give some sushi for the visitor. "You can have some but not all... Through Ill make more if you want more." He offers.
"oh your very nice kid. Sure!" The visitor laughs and soon you all enjoy some sushi.
#ensemble stars#ensemble stars x reader#enstar x reader#enstar#my darling doll au main story#my darling dolls au main story#my darling doll au#my darling dolls#mdd main story part eight#shinkai kanata x reader#kanata shinkai#kanata shinkai x reader
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TRIMAX VOLUME ONE LETS GOOOOOO
....i didnt remember this was just 6 chapters...wow
ANYWAY LETS GO
chap 1:
-youre right IT MUST BE TOLD TIL THE END OF TIMES
-1st act of god you say...huh
-yeah who could believe that...thats insane....jaja
-ERIKSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
-ik this was written in the 90s but i still dont like eriks saying that, like wth man lina is right
-hey lina :3 missed you
-....i like the new glasses...
-THAT SHOT REFLECTING VAHS YES THATS NICE LETS GO
-"lina cover your eyes :]" oh :c
-"oh is eriks again" :c
-YEAH GRANNY KILL THEM ALL >:D
-"stop. some legend that is" ow :c
-this is all just so sad cuz he rea;;y wanted to retire but he cant :c hes vash the stampede
-ww laughing at fake vash is the best xd
-YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH >:D
-also thats funny cuz yeah vash COULD shoot you in a matter of seconds but thats not what his name means and i really like that :3
chap 2:
-aw lina :c
-imagine going to the store and finding the silliest/most depressed wet cat in the universe ready for adoption
-GIVE ME THE PONY TAIL STAMPEDE GIVE IT TO ME PLS
-ok but how did you (from the perspective of a stranger) figure that knives was a name? knives comes from knife, so if a random person read "knives" wouldn't they think about the utensil first?????
-vash: how do you know so much about this evil entity that is my brother?
ww: hehe, please
-ily lina theyre talking bs
-YEAH >:D FREE BODY GUARD
-...im not ready for stampede eriks i will evaporate
-OH MY GOD THE HAIR
-BRO SHUT UP OFC SHE SAYS SHE DOESNT HAVE THAT POWER WHEN HE KICKED (i think) A FUCKING BULLET IM SO SAD
-....I WILL EVAPORATE IM TELLING YOU
chap 3:
-YEY MERYLS BDAY :D
-go get your vacation queen ily
-keele i will yeet you into the sun
-im never not going to be so fucking mad at HOW EASY THAT WAS BECAUSE THIS BASTARD MENTIONED MERYL LIKE IK YOU MISS YOUR DEAR FRIEND BUT OMG it just makes me sad
-wolfwood :3
-i like that :3 meryl just cant be an office person anymore when shes discover more of her world and people like vash. even if she almost died a lot of times, those were also the times when she was alive.
-YEAH MILLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
chap 4:
-:c
-ok but that panel with mostly shade is scary
-i also want to lift my whole self with my arm :D (she said even though just walking places makes him tired)
-ok but if he trained like that for 150 years no wonder he's the only pro gunman ever
-i like his face on that panel, he's amazed and proud that one of his siblings survived for that long
-vash knows why is it always like that and he understands it but god he wishes so hard for it to just fucking stop and it breaks my little heart
-hes literally just an anime girl saying "hi-mi-tsu :3" (im so sorry i will never say that again but I'm right)
-he remembers people and names after so many fucking years
-also those children probably have never met him but vash gives so much ragdoll energy that they went with it (ok never mind maybe they did but you get the idea)
-cmon brad :c why are you so mean to him :c
-SHUT UP OMG SHUT UP
-all of this just backs up the SA interpretation and although it hurts my feelings....damn its just good writing. like not knowing what your own body can do and people taking advantage of that...makes me fucking sick (in a good and bad way i truly don't know how to explain it)
-BRAD LEAVE HIM THE FUCK ALONE AHHHHHH >:c WHY IS EVERYONE SO MEAN TO HIM
-noooooooooooooooooooooo :c every time someone calls/vash calls himself a monster this user loses 5 years of their life :D
-wolfwood sir your projection will make me want to eat my own arm
-NIGHTOW IM JUST PROCESSING WHAT WW SAID YOU CANT THROW CUTE LITTLE FACES AT ME SIR PLS NOOOO
-"run away run away ">:b" i love him so much
chap 5:
-the chapters cant keep starting with flashbacks I'm gonna start WEEPING
-is geranium tea a thing? maybe vash would like geranium tea
-how dare you, my vash the stampede would never side with the cops, he's acab i know that in my heart
-THAT ONE PANEL MY BELOVED (the onle about looking without his eyes)
-hes so fucking done
-yey conflict time :3 boi oh boi
chap 6:
-oh the title placement on this one :3
-i dont think he will (or that he is) fine after all of this but sure
-such a loud chapter and vash is so quiet
-and again, there all judging, expecting to see what will vash do
-"what do you know about my pain" brb I'm gonna EAT SOME GLASS REAL QUICK
-...
-its like....its like why, why make me suffer like this. its not even heavy stuff its just that everything hurts. his impulse and desire to help everyone, his reason why, how others see him while he tries and sometimes win while other times fails. it all hurts in a weird way.
-...legato why are you inside a fridge (i kinda forgot lol)
WHAT A VOLUME i need to lay down
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NaNo Update #1
So the first week of NaNo is over. I didn't write the first 5 days, so not a great start (I was having A Stress mostly about uni, still am to be honest but it's a little better now). But I have written some now. I'm not trying to win, like I never have, I'm just trying to get something done. I don't really have a goal or anything right now. With uni too, I might not even have a lot of time to write. But I have actually started writing Be All My Sins! I ended up plan basically nothing. I do have a broad idea of some important plot points, but none of the specifics. I think it might work with this particular book, since there's not that much of a plot anyway, but we'll see how I'll do safkjhj
Right now I haven't finished the first chapter, but I have some words, so yey.
Current word count: 2 354
Here's a little excerpt from Mary's POV!
For context: the event Mary sees nightmare's about happened after Leila died and was buried, which is why it was scary.
Really, I’m avoiding the reason I’m writing right now. It’s the middle of the night. Pitch black and dead silent. I know I’m being silly, but I’m a little bit afraid of the night, the darkness. When I was half-asleep I heard a creek of a door, but no footsteps. My imagination of course went spinning. I imagined bony fingers slowly pushing a door open and a figure (a ghost, a banshee or other thing like that) sliding across the floorboards towards my door. So I lit the desk lamp and started writing. It somehow calms me, makes me think more rationally, not believe so easily the figments of my imagination.
I woke up from a nightmare. Perhaps it is why my imagination so easily caught me. I’ve been having a lot of nightmares actually. Well, more that before. I keep reliving that night, the last night I spent here before this visit. I’m back in my old room (the guestroom I used to always use) and it’s a night just like this. I also hear a creak of a door, but it’s my door. And then Leila is there. Next to my bed. In some nightmares she looks very much alive with those odd short hair, like that night. Sometimes she looks like I remember her during the nights I slept in her room. Hair in a thick loose braid, white nightgown with lace details and open paisley wrapper on her. Sometimes she looks dead, like in the casket. Lifeless eyes, dried lips and her copper brown skin dull and devoid of color. And once she was even more dead, decomposing. Skin falling off and revealing rotting meat barely hanging on exposed bone. After waking up, the image stayed with me for hours.
Tonight I was woken up by a new nightmare. In the dream I woke up in this room. I needed to go somewhere. I lit a candle and started walking through the corridors. Every time I turned behind a corner there was another corridor. More doors after doors and no end in sight. I got a distinct feeling the labyrinth didn’t want me to get wherever I was going. It grew more corridors like tentacles the further I ran. I’m not sure where I was trying to get, but in that dream I had to do something, go somewhere, find somebody. They were calling my name and waiting for me.
Then I woke up again, this time for real. It felt eerily similar as in the dream, everything looked exactly the same.
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yey, I'm still alive :3 lol just joking I don't much check my Twitter and my tumbler acc :)
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House of Nimen Casmus,
United Families of Yahir, Amarah and Sellua,
Sons and Daughter of Malik, Keeper of Truth
(hands down probably just spewing random words, don’t mind me I have no idea what all these titles are supposed to mean, but they are important)
#ts4#sims 4#my ts4#my sims#Malik#High Elves or so#I'm still alive yey#life is currently giving me buttloads#so nothing new honestly#just more#the children are not in chronological order or anything#oh and don't worry#sims 3 is still my home turf#just rn sims 4 is much easier to bear with
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I know i haven't been active that much lately but i'm working on that different hairstyles at different points of the game thing that i wanted to do for years now. And now i finally got around to do it. I still have a couple to finish but i'll put it up soon.
#i try to art guys#i'm just in an other fandoms hellhole as well at the same time and i do not have enough hours in the day#also i'm trying to escape my life through drawing rn and not doing my chores is starting to catch up with me but yey i'm still alive#i want to burn my country down because it completely failed my entire generation and the ones after mine#also i'm so fucking tired mentally.. so many things are surfacing that i wanted to push down and keep buried..#i love being alone but it is dangerous after some time.. i need distractions but i cant focus on shit anymore#only drawing.. so i draw.. at least i'm prpductive in a way..#sorry dont mind the tags#just ranting in a moment of weekness but i'm fine i promise
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Hewwo! I changed my nick & Url :3
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father and son (dad!gojo x mom!reader)
Synopsis: gojo satoru takes care of his son while you're on a mission.
Tags: fluff, dilf gojo, slice of life, married couple, megumi was gojo jr's babysitter, but i'll keep insisting they're brothers
Word count: 2.1k (i swear it wasn't meant to be this long)
navi
Note: Sooooo… i initially planned for this to be a drabble, just short snippets of gojo and gojo jr moments in less than 500 words. i didn't mean for it to get out of hand 😭 hope you all still enjoy tho 😙😙
5:02 pm, satoru comes home.
the door clicks open, making an ocean-eyed boy stop what he’s doing and run with his little feet towards the entryway. he enthusiastically shouts dada!! while running, earning an equally enthusiastic dumpliiiing!! in return before being carried in the white-haired sorcerer’s arms and face getting peppered with kisses, eliciting some delightful giggles from his son.
the older man walks into the living room, still kissing his son loudly all over his face while making smooching sounds. he hears a sigh accompanied by a deadpanned finally, a sea urchin-haired teenager entering his line of vision afterwards. he stops kissing seishiro, looking at his student with a teasing smile.
“what, megumi? don’t tell me you didn’t have fun taking care of your little brother, hm?” followed by a kiss on the said little brother’s cheek. megumi lazily rubs the back of his head, ignoring his teacher’s question.
“whatever, i'm going home,” he mutters, walking and ruffling the toddler’s hair before heading straight for the door. satoru whips his head in the teenager’s direction, “this is your home too, you know!” he shouts before chuckling and looking at his son in his arms.
“now baby, what do you wanna do?” he asks. seishiro doesn’t respond, staring over his father’s shoulder distractedly in the door’s direction while making a constipated sound. the little boy then wiggles out of his arm, running to the teenager who babysat him the whole day currently opening the door.
“ ‘gumii! bye bye!” he hurriedly shouts, tugging at the teenager’s pants and tilting his head up before puckering his rosy lips. unable to resist the toddler’s adorable display, megumi’s mouth curves slightly upward as he lifts seishiro, allowing the baby to press a wet kiss on his cheek.
5:54 pm, it's almost dinnertime.
your son is currently sitting on the kitchen counter, eyebrows knitted in concentration as he mashes potatoes using a tool with his two little chubby hands. you didn't have any time to prepare food as you were suddenly called on a mission at four a.m., very hesitant to go and leave your son but your husband assured you he'd have everything under control (you don't believe him).
satoru then receives a call from you. delighted, he sets aside preparing the food and answers the phone. “honey~” he cheerfully greets, heart swelling with delight upon seeing your face on his screen. you’re calling from somewhere that barely has people in the background, so he assumes you’re still in yamanashi. his mood goes down, knowing you probably won’t be home until tomorrow (that means more time alone with his little seishiro, yey)
you don’t respond to his greeting, choosing to bombard him with questions instead. “ ‘toru, where's seishi? how's everything? is he fine? our son's not dead, is he? oh god satoru please tell me he's alive i can't lose our baby oh my god please—” you continue your nervous blabbering and your husband pouts upon not getting acknowledged.
an excited squeal of mama!! soon reaches your ears and you see your husband's camera angle change. your baby boy then shows on your screen sitting on the counter holding a potato masher with specks of yellows on his shirt. your heart clenches upon seeing your son's blinding grin, missing him (and his father) so much.
“mama, lookie! seishi's cooking!” your toddler gleefully informs as he struggles lifting the heavy bowl. you hear satoru laugh before the screen changes again and you're looking at a bowl of mashed potato made by your toddler.
seishiro then reached for the phone from his father’s grip, soon facing you on the screen while he flails around. satoru hears you coo, telling your baby that he's a good boy for helping dada prepare dinner. the toddler preens at the compliment, proudly exhaling as he responds. “seishi's going to cook for mama too!”
your husband hears you chuckle. “really? i can't wait for it, baby!”
the taller man smiles, looking forward to the day his baby boy would be able to cook on his own. he lifts little seishiro from the counter, rubbing his cheek against the toddler. you immediately screenshot the scene.
you can’t wait to go home.
6:05 pm, it’s dinnertime.
your husband and son are settled on the dining table, seishiro sitting on a high chair beside satoru. “you gotta learn how to use utensils, okay, dumpling?” the older man says before handing the toddler his kiddy spoon. the boy nods with determination, holding the cutlery and attempting to spoon the potato salad from the bowl.
he manages to stick it into the food, but fails to scoop as he uses too much force and ends up scattering the salad onto his face. the father laughs before assisting the child in holding the spoon, teaching him how to use the right amount of force before putting them into his mouth.
he allows the boy to practice by himself for a while, turning to eat his meal but noticing there's no glasses of water on the table. he lets out a sigh before standing, glancing at his son who's slowly scooping out salad from the bowl.
he opens the cupboard and gets your baby's cup and his, back turned to seishiro as he pours strawberry juice into the mugs. he hears a screech followed by some clattering afterwards, making him hurriedly whip his head around.
satoru freezes, mouth hanging open upon seeing the little dumpling (devil) scooping the potato salad and spreading them across the table. said devil wasn’t satisfied with the mess as he grabs the kiddy fork and stabs the sliced kiwi before bringing them back and forth all over the surface, almost as if he’s creating a masterpiece using the furniture as the canvas and foods as the paint.
your husband lets out a defeated sigh as he walks back to the chair, placing the cups in corner of the table. “is if fun, dumpling?” he asks while grinning, assessing the situation with his son having food all over his clothes (and face) and the table just being a whole mess (thank god it had glass atop the wood and no tablecloth, he’s pretty sure you’d give him that disapproving look whenever he does something dangerous—for you, at least—with your baby).
the toddler giggles while nodding, making more mess as he uses his hands to wipe more kiwi on the table. the sorcerer hurriedly reprimands the boy by grabbing from his high chair and placing him back on the kitchen counter, seishiro snickering as he lets his father carry him around.
satoru sighs, telling the devil to stay put, dumpling, before teleporting to the toddler’s bedroom and getting him fresh clothes. though seishiro has seen the man teleport countless times, it doesn’t stop him from being awed at the sight of his father being there and being gone in a span of milliseconds (he thinks it’s magic, so he often asks satoru if he’s gonna teach him someday).
your husband comes back in less than a minute, cleaning up your baby and bringing him into the living room to spoon-feed the little devil. he takes one last glance at the dining table, thinking about how seishiro managed to do that amount of mess minutes within settling down to eat with him, yet dinners with his wife always proceed without half of the chaos. satoru smiles sardonically.
he can’t wait for you to come home.
8:03 pm, it’s your son’s bedtime.
seishiro is sitting on satoru’s lap on his crib, head against his father’s chest while drinking from his milk bottle. since you’re still not at home, your husband didn’t want him and the dumpling to sleep alone so he climbed into seishiro's crib right after giving him a bath.
it's a huge crib, probably equivalent to a queen-sized bed, which is way too big for your 22-month-old baby. but alas, since he's gojo satoru who only wants the best for my baby boy, he ignored all the other normal-sized cots and went for the largest one he could find. you could've stopped him, but knew it would be pointless (you also wanted that for your baby, you're just trying to remain as the rational one in the relationship).
the older man is reading him nontan, making different voices as he plays each character causing the boy to hum happily amidst his meal. your baby finishes after a while, changing positions as his father lies down with him atop (it’s a position they’ve always slept in since seishiro was a baby, and satoru likes the feeling of your child safe and sound in his arms).
“how was your day, baby? did you have fun with ‘gumi?” the father asks after a while, rubbing his son's back to coax him into sleep.
the toddler nods repeatedly, making a sound of affirmation as he does so. “seishi played in the park with ‘gumi!” he cheerfully responds, starting to babble about what he did at the playground and the friends he made. your husband carefully listens, enthusiastically showing big reactions and occasionally repeating what his son says in a question.
your dumpling yawns and rubs his eyes after finishing his little story before looking up at his father and speaking. "dada, where's mama?"
satoru smiles at him, brushing his hair away from his forehead—a gesture you always do to your baby. "mama's at work, seishi. she'll come home tomorrow. do you miss her?" the answer's very obvious, considering this is only the second time you've left your son's side ever since you birthed him.
seishiro vigorously nods, eyes lighting up at the thought of seeing his mother after a long day. "seishi's happy with mama and dada!" the boy responds before snuggling into the crook of his father's neck. hugging him tight with his little hands. "nighty night dada, i wove you."
the older man's heart swells with uncontainable affection upon hearing his son's words. he couldn't believe someone like him who grew up in a household with a distant mother and father managed to raise a kid so attached to his parents. he thinks of you, knowing seishiro wouldn't be this dumpling that he is without you (he wouldn't even have his dumpling without you).
he kisses the top of his son's head, tightening his hold on seishiro. "dada loves you too, baby. mama too."
they can't wait for you to come home.
bonus
3:27 am, you're back.
you open the door to your bedroom quietly, expecting to see your husband and your son sleeping together. you were greeted with an empty mattress, sheets messy from the night before. a confused noise leaves you, curious as to why your boys are not in the room.
you don't think about it for a while, deciding to take a quick shower before looking in the other room. you want to be with them as soon as possible, so you don't even wait for the temperature you prefer and just rinse your body quickly.
you head to seishiro's room right after, opening the door and almost tearing up at the sight of your boys cuddled up against each other in their favorite position. you make your way to the huge-ass crib slowly, careful not to wake them up.
you fail as satoru opens his eyes and grins widely at you, hand leaving your son's back and making grabby motions at you. you playfully blow him a kiss, climbing into the crib and settling at his arm laid out for you.
"i missed you, honey. how was the mission?" your husband whispers as he presses his lips on your forehead, hand sliding up and down to your side. you look up at him, tilting your head up, silently asking for a kiss. he winks at you before obliging, sucking your bottom lip in the process.
it went on for a while, until you had to pull back to breathe and glare at him (you can't believe your cheeks are heating up with just a makeout, you two literally have a cute human being now). he just gives you a mischievous smile.
you look at your son afterwards, staring at his long white lashes resting on his plump rosy cheeks. his breaths are even, a sign that he's already deep in slumber at this hour.
you want to hug your little boy so much, barely stopping yourself from removing him from satoru's chest and transferring him into yours. you settle with gripping your husband's clothes, pressing a kiss to your baby's nose and forehead before snuggling back into satoru.
"i'm back, 'toru."
"welcome back, baby."
you're finally home.
Ps. Sometimes i just wanna hug gojo so tight i know he needs it :")
Thank you so much for reading! Interactions are appreciated <33
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Yey, requests are open! First time I'm requesting anything anywhere, your writing is so good, I was hoping the requests would get open soon. Hope I'll be able to write the idea in a way that would be understandable enough and something you could write for ./ Could I maybe ask for a zero year riddler (I think he would fit best here) finding a notebook in his lair with the initials of his ex on it, opening it - and finding tons of detailed technical drawings with little notes on the sides, mechanisms they clearly thought themselves about, yet never told him, and realizing he was to blame, as the one time the tried to suggest anything - he immediately took it personally, as if they said he wasn't smart enough and needed help, so they stopped sharing any ideas or thoughts with him and had to essentially dumb themselves down for him to not feel threatened - and then he realizes it's not just ideas, as he can barely remember anything about them really, from favourite colour to favourite dish or movie genre, as they used to always fit themselves to whatever he wanted, and ended up seemingly not having an opinion of their own. Just him practically having an epiphany and realizing that he was actually the one who messed it all up - and now he doesn't even know if they're in town or even alive, as he hasn't seen them once since their break-up.
hooo boy this is exactly the type of requests i live for
Zero Year!Riddler going from being a dick to a self-aware dick hcs:
let me just start with the fact that Edward didn't miss you. well... he didn't think of you. if he did, it'd look different. and he knows it would. which is why he did everything in his power to always steer his mind away from you. he'd rather live in a lie, telling himself you were simply a fling, a mistake, that pondering on you was a waste of his time and he wasn't one to let it go to waste this easily. he knows if he let his thoughts wander, he wouldn't feel so good up on that pedestal he's put himself on, he wouldn't feel so careless and unmoved by the fact that you two broke up. that you left him and it was all his fault because he pushed you to your very limits, right to the edge and then over it like the fucking asshole he is
he never did anything wrong, obviously, and it was you that was to blame
besides, you were a distraction. so whenever his thoughts even slightly steered in your directions, he just told himself that you were "a good riddance" just to calm his mind and continue working
it was hard sometimes. not thinking of you, i mean. you may have left, but there were still some of your belingings laying around the house. memories. ones that he conviniently didn't throw out, justifying himself with the fact that it was simply too much unnecessary work to scavenge for the things you left behind, and he was one to work smart, not hard. or, in this case, not work at all
one day he stumbled upon some old, forgotten hairbrush in the bathroom that you've had just in case. the other, he saw some little trinkets still littering his shelves that escaped your mind when you packed and moved out. and then that one faithful day, he found an old, forgotten, dusty notebook innocently laying under the bed. at first glance, it seemed harmless, just a book that got chucked away and has just never been found until then. and, as always, curiosity got the better of him
it wasn't his, that much he could tell. for one, he'd never forget that he put it there or that he even owned such a notebook. and two, it very clearly had your initals scribbled on it. he had no recollection of ever seeing you with it, but the handwriting confirmed it - it was definitely yours. just because he didn't think of you doesn't mean he forgot about you, his mind was still sharp as ever, so it was, of course, no feat for his genius to recognize your handwriting. immediately, his mind started guessing what could be inside, flicking through the possibilities as to what you could've possibly written in it before he even took a good look at the first page. a diary of some sort, perhaps? your thoughts of him? maybe descriptions of some fantasies or wet dreams? he wouldn't be surprised, you didn't see the world outside of him, after all. and what harm is there in indulging himself a little bit? (a lot. the answer is a lot.)
but when he finally looked at that first page, he was very quick to realise that it wasn't a list of his best qualities (as if he had any other), but a list of... projects? inventions might be a better name for it. or maybe simply ideas, since for something to be an invention, it had to actually come into existence. yes, ideas for some smaller or bigger contraptions, improvements to already existing mechanisms and machines, new uses for something that was invented long ago. just ideas upon ideas listed from top to bottom, some crossed out, some with scribbles besides them, some with checkmarks
certainly not what he expected
if his pride only let him, he'd admit they weren't half-bad either
curiosity picked, he started going through the whole thing. and i mean the whole thing. every little sketch, drawing and scribble, every sentence, every highlighted part, every singular word that seemed to randomly find itself on a page every now and again. notes upon notes with pages ripped from what seemed like textbooks and scientific studies stacked away between sheets, cut outs from papers and some loose articles, photos taped in with scribbles concerning their every detail. contraption upon contraption, analyses of how certain mechanisms worked, post-its with hastily written notes sticked to some pages - there was everything
when i tell you that he had to sit down because his legs practically gave away from under him-
this couldn't've been yours, could it? you must've just just written down some shit you've seen on the internet that you thought he'd be interested in, there was no way. you weren't an engineer or a mechanic or anything, you were simply just- wait, you graduated from the GU? you had a degree in robotics?
this couldn't've been true. he didn't remember that about you at all, and he wasn't a man who simply forgot stuff. but once he thought about it, he... didn't really remember much about you. well, he remembered everything, but nothing specific. that degree was just the tip of the iceberg. for fuck's sake, he didn't even know if you were born in Gotham or a single trivial thing like your favourite color
for a moment he almost had a heart attack because he thought he was losing it, he thought there was something wrong with his memory, his brain, until he realised... he never asked. he never asked you if you were born in Gotham, he never asked you what's your favourite color, he never asked about you. you were simply there, you enjoyed the things he enjoyed, liked the things he liked. he knew you but he had no fucking clue who you actually were
but there were things he did remember. very vividly. he remembered you trying to inquire about his work and him brushing you off, stating you wouldn't ever understand. he remembered you trying to share some ideas and him getting wound up over the fact that you seemingly thought him too stupid to figure things out on your own. he remembered you trying to share some thoughts and him never paying that any mind since you couldn't possibly think of something worthwhile. and he vividly remembered you mentioning one idea once, one idea that was on the front page, now violently crossed out, and him tutting at you like you were a child trying to explain something obvious to a capable adult. every time you opened your mouth, he made sure you shut it again and didn't bother him with anything stupid
after a while, you caught on, figured out what got him going and what didn't. you only spoke about trival things that wouldn't allow him to jab at your intelligence, making him think you had no general comprehension outside of the mundane things in life. you catered to his every need, every belief, every opinion, everything you said was suited for him. you didn't start a relationship with him simply because you admired him, you thought you two had something in common and could bond over shared interests but that soon turned into bonding over what he liked, you tempering yourself to his needs and fitting yourself to whatever it was he wanted to make sure there was at least something to keep you two together, on the same page
you dumbed yourself down for him simply because he felt threatened at anything even remotely posing as a "threat to his intelligence". you dumbed yourself down because you didn't want him to feel stupid
at the same time, it was an insult and a hurtful realisation that truly, he has made you abandon who you really are in order to fit to his idea of who you were
maybe it was his arrogance that made him do this, maybe it was disbelief and the need to justify himself, but he had to have some sort of confirmation. he... he had to know he was wrong in his assumptions. for the first time in his life, Edward desperately wished he was wrong and this was just some sort of misunderstanding. but the files from the university that he pulled up on you, the work you've published during your time as a post-graduate, they all only confirmed what he had desperately hoped not to be the truth
and for the first time in a long time, even if unwillingly, Edward let his mind wander, ponder on what could've been. what he could've had. what he could've called his if he had just once listened to you. how different things would've looked. how much more he could've achieved with you. and quite frankly, those weren't nice thoughts. it wasn't nice at all to have all this crashing down onto him. it wasn't nice to let his long-repressed feelings float up to the surface and overwhelm him. it wasn't nice to have his first anxiety attack in years
he ruined you. he ruined this. he ruined everything. it was his fault, not yours. his fault, not anybody else's. oh, Crane would be delighted to watch him come apart at the realisation that it was his fear of looking stupid that's held him back for so long and possibly prevented him from having the thing he craved the most deep inside, especially since it brought a newfound fear that he may have ruined you, turned you into a shell of his former self. coming to terms with the fact that he truly cared about you and still pushed you away were one thing, but coming to terms with the fact that he made the only person that he ever cared about him feel like nothing, like they had to dumb themselves down in order to make him feel better about himself was another
he still feels a small twang of spite once he realizes that you're positively thriving without him, but it's smoldered by the unbearable regret and guilt that you only got the chance to do it once you left him, the pure agony of knowing that truly, you are better off without him
for once in his life, he wants to do something good, he wants to leave you alone and let you live your life peacefully without him but... he's not sure he can
#my writing#headcannons#angst#anonymous#edward nigma#edward nygma#riddler#the riddler#zero year#batman zero year#this had the potential to be my greatest piece of writing#and yet#turned out like this bsdufbskdfsj#something kept escaping me#thoughts fleeting while i wrote#and it made this way less angsty and deep than i wanted it to#but apparently i cant to better so yeah :D
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Loooong time since my last photo, so hey I'm still alive yey!
#me#heart#heartbeat#cardiophile#lonely cardiophile#corazon#male heartbeat#latidos del corazon#stethoscope#chest
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So I just watched 11x09! Pretty neat episode, good pacing, lots of things happened (thank God) and not one to demolished our ship. Yey!
First of all, I'm so happy TWD is back! I really missed this zombie telenovela full of nonsensical action scenes and contrived dialogues hashtag my favourite show.
Nobody asked me but here are my few cents about it, I tried not to be too spoilery and I don't know how to add cut on the app so proceed carefully:
TWD SPOILERS TWD SPOILERS
1. All the action scenes with exploding zombies and all just felt a little meh to me. Like I think they were properly done yeah but I don't get on the edge of my seat anymore. Guess that's okay, too many years watching these fucking dumb zombies to feel threatened by them. TWD zombies got nothing compared to TWD spoilers.
2. Gracie really needs to learn how to defend herself. Loved all Aaron scenes, as usual.
3. Don't have anything to elaborate about Lydia. She's babe and deserves all acceptance and happiness and love and I hope we will see more of her on 11b.
4. Father Gabriel had is chance to talk to the religious Reaper and it was marvelous. Great scene, great pay off! I wish he got the chance to meet Pope as well, but we need to be happy for whatever crumbs this show gives us. He and Rosita..I think she's still mad he left with Maggie to a suicide mission and managed to get back alive but just barely. Girl was just really tired after fighting dozens of walkers in the middle of a storm and really hungry and that's what saved him of a 'cabron, I told you so', fucking stupid man'. They still a strange pairing but they really felt like a married couple with things to discuss on their reunion.
5. Talking about married couples who need to have a conversation cough caryl cough that little hug full of relief and tension and let's talk about it later because we are still stranded but we love each other hug cough. So nice to see Daryl hugging his family, Carol taught him to be a hugger and now he can have all the hugs he wants. He deserves them all. D*nnie reunion was very sweet and not charged with heavy emotions AT ALL. And to think people were talking about a new Terminus hug. They really need to stop exaggerating on spoilers before a caryler has a heart attack induced by stress. Am I the only one who thought it was interesting to not see Daryl's facial expressions when he hugged the Dixon family but that we did see his face when he hugged C*nnie? And the juxtaposition of that scene with Carol and Maggie reuniting? AK we know what you're doing, you're not mysterious at all.
6. They are really keeping RJ on silence because the boy can't act. Poor kid. He's still very cute looking at his apple with his neutral face.
7. We got our Alden question answered and it shocked 0 people. I liked the dude but he won't be missed. Anyways, I thought it was a beautiful scene delivered by Lauren Cohan.
8. Couldn't care less about Maggie x Negan sorry but I'll miss him serving as comic relief. I feel we'll have another Negan bottle episode on the near future and I don't know how to fell about it.
9. All the Reapers are gone except Leah. She'll steal more precious screen time with her drama but what can we do besides pray to have her ass kicked by Carol, right?
BEST SCENE OF THE WHOLE EPISODE: Eugene lonely clapping after introducing Lance to our exhausted and suspicious Team Family. Chef kiss 🤌
Also..where is Nabila and her adorable kids? Jerry, what they did to your family? They = TPTB
And that's it, I'm ready to the Commenwealth bonkers spoilers now. Send them all!
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