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Pink Scarf - PART 15 (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: kinda

(Read more here--Pink Scarf Series Masterlist!)

Prompt: You are part of Elvis Presley's coveted inner circle, and the currently-disgruntled wife of one of the members of Elvis' famous entourage, the Memphis Mafia. After Elvis' dynamite first performance in Vegas, you find yourself in deep water when his magnetism finally gets to you after all these years. [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: Mentions of Blood/Miscarriage/Medical trauma. ANGST. Cussing. Infidelity. Historical inaccuracies in the Vegas timeline. Priscilla doesn't exist in this timeline.

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact) || Word Count: 5.2k

A/N: The ANGST is real, y'all, and I'm not letting you off the hook after Part 14, sorry! This one was a beast to get out of my brain and the block was real for so many reasons, but we made it! It's here! Just so y'all know, this part is very much a bridge to all the crazy stuff that is to come. Reader is going through it and taking all of us with her. And I promise that more smut is coming (if you are only here for that, you horny animals! LOL). Please make sure you read the trigger warnings for this part because there are some sensitive topics that carry over from Part 14!

Thank you for being so patient while I got this out. Unexpected life crap/emotions/writer's block killed me on this one, and I SO appreciate you hanging in there with me! I rewrote the beginning of this part no less than four times, and FINALLY it clicked so here we are! Hooray! Thanks for helping me get through this!

As always, to all my babies, honeys, and lil' mamas supporting me out there, your reactions, reblogs, messages, asks, and comments you've given me have been a blessing beyond expression. You all are the best community a writer could ask for! Thank you so much for your support. I am loving getting to know y'all better! I love every single reaction and comment and ask, and I'm sorry if I don't get back to them all as soon as I'd like but know that I love you all and am so excited to be making new friends! And a big "Hey, Y'all!" to our friends from Elvis Twitter, Elvis Discord, and Elvis Instagram--I see and appreciate you coming over to join us! 👀💋

If you feel so moved, please let me know what you think or how you're feeling (or send me asks)! I think I put everyone on the taglist who requested it, but please let me know if there are any issues or if I missed anyone. There seem to be some issues with tagging that I can't seem to fix, so please know I'm not leaving you out intentionally! Also, if you comment on a previous part that you want to be tagged, I might not always see it, so feel free to message me if I miss you!

I imagined this with Elvis in mind, but Austin!Elvis works here, too, whatever floats your boat!

Apologies in advance if there are any grammatical errors or TW that I didn't catch.

(I did start cross-posting Pink Scarf to my long-neglected AO3 account (which some of you already discovered!), so if you are so inclined, you can check it out over there!)

No!

The scream catches in your throat as you wake with a start, clutching your belly in a panic, your heart pounding against your ribcage so hard you feel like it is attempting to flee your chest. It takes a moment to figure out where you are. The night is warm and the sky is vast, and you are so far up you feel like you’re still dreaming.

“Baby, are you okay?” Elvis sits up straight in his lounge chair and turns to you. You can see, or better sense, the concern in his eyes, even in the darkness. This sends a shiver of recognition down your spine as your dream (or is it a memory?) flashes back to you in fragments. His eyes are older now, but the look remains the same, feels the same.

“I..I..I…” you stutter, shaking your head, unable to be coherent. No, you are not okay. Looking down, you half expect to see blood pooling between your legs, but thankfully there is none. You feel stuck in the haze between reality and dreams, or reality and what you are afraid might actually be the past.

You feel like screaming, but the impulse sticks in your throat, strangling you.

There was a reason, you think, that you never remembered that horrible night from nearly a decade ago. That you’d only been able to piece together snippets of what really happened from vague accounts of the people you’d been with that night. Elvis, in particular, had been purposefully scarce on details.

And you had been fine with that, truly not wanting to relive your trauma in any way, shape, or form. You’d even been grateful when the doctor told you it was normal for your mind to protect you from your near-death experience, that you might never remember the details of that night, and you determined the memory loss a blessing.

When you’d woken in the sterile hospital, drugged and dazed, the doctor told you’d had an ectopic pregnancy, that the baby—no, the “fertilized egg,” he’d said—had gotten stuck in your fallopian tube instead of your uterus. Unfortunately, your fallopian tube ruptured as the baby grew, and you had massive hemorrhaging, nearly dying in that skating rink. They were able to do surgery and stop the bleeding, but the baby was gone, and you were told it never would have come to term.

It was the worst thing that had ever happened to you. The grief and heartache, the disappointment, the feeling like an utter failure that your body had betrayed you in such a way. No, you were fine not remembering the details. You’d wanted to forget all about it. It didn’t matter to you that the specifics weren’t there, that not everyone’s stories lined up or made complete sense. You just wanted to push it all away.

But now…this dream felt so incredibly real, at least the parts that you remembered. As dreams do, it begins to fade, leaving only a few missing puzzle pieces that start to slot into place. Desperately, you try to wipe it all away again, but it’s too late. You are trying to convince yourself it had to be a dream, that the flashes you are remembering (or more so feeling), couldn’t have possibly happened that way. Except many of the parts you do remember are true and really happened: Elvis’ coming home, how you’d been so inexplicably enamored with him, and how he'd been so concerned he’d done something to hurt you—all of that was real.

But the night of the Rollerdome is where things get choppy. Those parts of the dream are still but snippets and feelings, overwhelming ones at that, and you have no memories to compare them to. Could it be that you lost the baby and almost died in Elvis’ arms after he’d come to your rescue when…when…something else happened? You can’t grasp why he’d needed to come to your rescue or what led up to being in his arms on the floor—it all slips through your fingers like water through a sieve.

God, but the pain you are remembering right now…it is all so much worse than you’d imagined.

It’s like you can sense it happening all over again rather than simply remembering, your belly cramping and lightheadedness threatening your vision. The frantic panic of fearing the worst pours through your veins now almost as it did then. I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t breathe.

Then there was Elvis, pulling you into his lap; you can feel the terror he tried so unsuccessfully to hide, how obvious it was in the shaking stutter of his voice as he was doused in your blood. Then, it fades again, leaving you with the distinct feeling that something important (other than losing the baby) happened on the floor of that roller rink, but it disappears into the ether before you can lock on to it.

“…Oh, God, don’t—”

All of it is too much, all at once.

You are barely conscious of the tears pouring down your cheeks, and you awkwardly stagger up from the lounge chair you’d fallen asleep on while traveling to the moon and the stars. Just you and me and the moon and the stars…You feel dizzy from getting up too fast, from the physical memory of it all and you sway, but your body overrides it with the need to flee, as if you can outrun the past.

“Hey, hey, hey! Honey, what’s happenin’? What’s wrong?” Elvis asks, confused, leaping up, grabbing your shoulders.

You tear yourself from his grasp, staggering for the door that will lead you off the roof and hopefully out of this hell your mind has sought to drag you into. Nothing makes sense. You feel trapped in a daze of psychic and physical pain, none of which is helpful or wanted. All the peace from your moment with the moon and the stars has evaporated in an instant. You reach the door and yank it open.

“Y/n, stop! Wait just a damn minute!” he says firmly, pulling you back to him, his cold rings digging into your forearm like chains.

“Elvis, let me go! You have to let me go!” you shout, trying to break free, but his hold on you is fierce. “Oh, god, I can’t do this,” you gasp, barely able to look at him.

You know you are being unfair to him in your reaction, but you feel betrayed. Betrayed by your body, betrayed by your mind, and betrayed by him, all at once. All logic is lost.

“Can’t do what, honey? I don’t understand what you’re goin’ on about,” Elvis asks in confusion, and you can tell by the roughness in his tone that he is frustrated but is trying to be patient with you. You don’t blame him. You must seem out of your mind, having a breakdown every other minute you are with him.

A deep part of you feels absolutely mortified at the entire situation. You’d had no idea that it was Elvis who’d found you and that something so horribly personal and tragic, your worst failure, was laid out before him so vulnerably. And to think he never mentioned it again makes you both grateful and angry. How could an experience like that be brushed under the rug, like nothing ever happened?

Suddenly all the beautiful bouquets of flowers he sent from afar in those weeks after it happened start to make a bit more sense, as does the distance that started to grow between you two. You had originally blamed it solely on him having to leave right away for Florida (he hadn’t even been there when I’d woken up in the hospital), then it was all the recording he’d needed to get done, and then just like that, he was out in Hollywood filming again. And when he was home after that, you remembered, he did not seek you out to spend any one-on-one time together. Now you wonder if he’d been purposefully avoiding you, and that makes you feel both offended and embarrassed.

You close your eyes, willing yourself to breathe somehow while still feeling like the world is closing in on you. The way your heart beats so quickly drives you to escape, but Elvis’ grip is like a vise, anchoring you to the spot. Everything hurts—a long-buried grief radiating through you like a tidal wave that has been held back far too long. Its icy flood consumes you, tightening your chest, and the healed scar on your belly feels like it’s being ripped open.

Finally, you say with shaking breaths, “I had a terrible nightmare. Or…or a memory, I’m not quite sure which…It felt—feels—so real, like it’s happening all over again.”

“What? What’s happening all over again?” Elvis asks with concern in his azure eyes.

“The baby. The night I lost the baby…god, there was so much blood. It was awful,” you choke out. “Were you really there? Was it you who found me, who held onto me?” you ask frantically, looking up at him for answers, for confirmation.

If you weren’t so consumed by the overpowering feelings rolling over you, you might catch the fleeting panic that flashes across his face before that unreadable mask he’s so carefully crafted over the years takes its place.

“What do you remember?” he asks evenly, calmly.

“Well, I…it’s all jumbled, flashes really. Being at the rink. Then suddenly blinding, horrible pain,” you grimace, arms wrapping around your abdomen, “and then I’m in your arms, bleeding everywhere, and everything gets distant and cold and numb and terrifying. And then it all fades away,” you whisper, looking at him for any sign of the truth of it.

You almost think you see relief in his eyes (why?), but it’s only for a second and then is gone. “That’s what you remember?”

You nod.

He continues, “Yeah, it was like that. I found you, baby. I held you until help got there. It was…awful,” he shudders, those almond eyes of his clouding, the memory obviously affecting him in some way.

“I…almost died,” you breathe. Of course, you logically already knew this to be true, but that was before you remembered how it felt.

“Yes, you did,” Elvis replies solemnly, his eyes churning with emotion, bringing his thumb to your cheek to wipe away the tears you have forgotten are falling.

“It hurts. Here. Now. I don’t know why,” you whisper. Though the pain has ebbed some, it still is intense, overwhelming. Perhaps it is because something about it still feels unfinished and hidden from you, like you are still missing some integral piece. You look at him as though he can give you the relief you so desperately seek, and you can’t help but feel that he is keeping something from you based on the look in his eyes.

“I don’t know either, but you’re safe now,” Elvis says, pulling you into him. He thinks he is good at shielding his emotions from you, and maybe he used to be, but now, after everything that has happened this past week, you can sense the turmoil beneath the softness of his pretty features. It sets you on edge. Enough secrets have been kept from you at this point in your life to recognize the signs, even if only intuitively.

Standing there on the roof, he rocks you gently, and the burning pain in your abdomen begins to subside, but is quickly replaced by unease, a rock of it forming in the pit of your stomach. Something is amiss and you can’t put your finger on it, but it has something to do with that terrible night. And with Elvis.

You watch him carefully as he leads you to the stairs, gingerly, like you might shatter into a million pieces. While you indeed felt that way only moments ago, worry and curiosity wind their way through your mind as you grasp at pieces of quickly-fading memories, searching for something, anything, that supports this intuitive feeling in your gut. You do not find it.

However, as you come back into his darkened suite, you are reminded of the fact that you should not be here, that your husband must be wondering where you got off to. It is nearly dawn, and you aren’t in your room.

And, oh dear lord, all the yelling and the noise that you and Elvis made earlier must have been overheard. Suddenly you are nauseous.

“Elvis,” you say, clasping his forearm in a panic.

“What, baby?” he looks at you, confused, concerned.

“We made a lot of noise earlier…”

A slow, wide grin spreads over his face, but that almost predatory darkness from before lingers in his eyes. “Oh, honey, I sent everyone away after that little stunt of yours in the bathroom with Jack,” he laughs, but the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. He still isn’t happy about that.

Relief washes over you at the fact that your escapades remained private, although, you don’t know exactly who “everyone” is because his Mafia members were never too far from their master.

The unease is back, snaking through your mind. “I have to get back,” you say, “Jack must be wondering where I am.”

“He’s likely in the casino, and you, my dear, went back to Sandy’s room and fell asleep there.” The lie falls off his tongue so easily, and while you are grateful for the excuse, this ability of his gives you pause as you find the remnants of your clothes strewn about the room.

Everything feels off. It’s as though your dream-memory has exposed something, but you cannot put your finger on what, only that something about Elvis is itching at you.

Something important.

Your mind and your insides are still reeling from everything this night has entailed and uncovered. You shakily dress and try to clean yourself up before having to face the world outside of Elvis’ private suite. Between the wildly intense sex and the jarring memories your sleep unlocked, you are exhausted and wonder how you can possibly process any of this and still present “things as usual” to the rest of the world.

Finally ready to head out the door, Elvis stops you. “Wait,” he says, spinning you back to him and pulling you close. His luscious lips brush yours so sweetly, with such yearning, as if he hasn’t had you in nearly every way already tonight. You melt into him, feeling the steady beat of his heart under your palms, the warmth of him solid and comforting. You forget all your doubts and questions for the moment, unable to focus on anything but the pillowy softness of his gentle kisses and the way his strong hands cup your jaw and pull you to him. The man has you fully under his spell, and right now, as his tongue laps at yours, you do not care about anything else.

When he pulls back, you whine at the loss of him, and being him, he senses your need, and gives you a cheeky smirk.

“Later, darlin’, I promise,” he says, brushing your cheek. “I want you backstage again tonight, okay?” It’s less of a question and more a gentle command.

You nod, getting lost in those endless blues of his. Then you shake yourself off and head out the door, shutting it quietly behind you in your best effort to sneak out, your mind beginning to whirl again the moment you are out of his presence.

Lost in a fog of thoughts, your focus is on the ground, so when you collide with another body in the hallway, you nearly jump out of your skin, flying backwards and catching yourself before you tumble to the ground.

“Well, shit,” a familiar voice intones slowly and with surprise as you look up.

Oh no, oh no, oh no.

Red.

Your eyes go wide as saucers as your brain tries to scramble up an excuse of why you’d be coming out of Elvis’ suite at this hour looking as you do, and you quickly realize that there is no other plausible explanation. Your mouth opens then closes aimlessly. And the smirk on Red’s face makes it quite clear that he understands the situation fully.

Your heart thunders in your ribcage as you stand frozen like a dear in headlights. This is very, very bad. Jerry is one thing—you have no doubts of his loyalty to Elvis and keeping his secrets. But Red, he is quite a different situation. He is loyal to Elvis, to be sure, but for a price. And he is friends with Jack and has been since the beginning. You had never taken to Red—something about him always irked you, but it was never truly an issue before this moment.

“Y/n, y/n, y/n,” Red tsks at you, a nasty gleam in his eye, “Now what kind’a trouble you been gettin’ up to?” It’s obvious he knows exactly what kind.

You finally find your voice. “Red,” you say in what you hope is a warning but considerate tone, “I’m sure we can both just forget this ever happened. We wouldn’t want to upset anyone.” There’s no need to say their names, you both know who you mean. But your voice is too shaky and even you can’t take yourself seriously.

“Hmm, maybe,” Red ponders infuriatingly. You want to wipe that smug look right off his face.

You both stand there staring for a minute before you finally straighten yourself. You desperately want to turn and go back to Elvis to plead with him to drop Red off somewhere in the middle of the desert, but you know E needs his rest and this conversation can’t happen now. So instead, you square your shoulders, dread pooling in your stomach.

“Excuse me, I have to be going,” you say a little haughtily.

Red just laughs, “I bet you do, sweetheart.”

The endearment is anything but, coming out snide instead. A cold shiver runs down your spine. Finally, you break the tension and push past him, trying to keep your gait steady and unhurried, when all you want to do is to sprint to the door. But you make it without doing so, holding your breath the whole way. Once in the hall, you pound the elevator button multiple times as if that will make a difference in how fast it arrives. Then you feel like you can breathe again, once tucked safely and blissfully alone inside the car, heading down.

You don’t trust Red. Not one bit.

Panic rises up from your stomach, an acidic, bitter bile. This is exactly what you’ve been afraid of. You can feel the rickety foundation of your lies begin to sway under your feet. Not only are you feeling unmoored because of whatever your dream-memory unlocked about Elvis that you can’t pinpoint, but this hits you where it hurts. You reap what you sow, and you have been sowing quite a bit.

All the doubt that Elvis washed away with his gentle kisses mere minutes ago comes back to hit you full force. You must end this, you’ve got to, and you know, oh god, you know it will break your heart, but you cannot live anymore with this fear that is eating you from the inside out.

You were never meant to be this person. You are not special, certainly not special enough to warrant true love from Elvis Presley. You are just a housewife from Tennessee whose husband is a liar and a cheat. You were bored and now you’re in over your head.

Get out. Run, as far away and as fast as you can! your mind screams at you. God, you can’t breathe. For the second time today, you feel as though the air has been stolen from your lungs and like the ground is crumbling underneath your feet.

You are not strong enough for this. You were not made for lying and cheating and sneaking around. The weight of it all feels untenable as you knock on Sandy’s door.

When it opens, she doesn’t even say a word. One look at you and she’s yanking you inside.

“Red knows,” you eek out before she has a chance to say anything.

“Shit,” she curses and brings you to sit down on the bed. Then she steals away, and you hear water running.

You don’t realize you are shaking until she hands you the glass of water and it nearly spills all over your dress. You gulp it down, suddenly parched.

“What the hell happened last night?” she finally asks, after you’ve downed the glass of water and manage to take in some slow breaths. “You disappeared with Jack,” she says with a wrinkle of her nose, “and then Elvis looked like he was gonna lose his damn mind and kicked everyone out, but you were nowhere to be found. Then, Jerry called and told me that if anyone asked, you were with me all night.”

Setting the empty glass on the side table, you put your head in your hands. “Oh, Sandy, I feel like every decision I am making is insane. I don’t even recognize myself.”

Sandy just looks at you with expectation in her eyes, waiting for you to explain yourself.

“Elvis and I had quite an…argument about me being with Jack. And then we had crazy, hot sex, like nothing I’ve ever experienced before,” you sigh and Sandy grins like an idiot. “Then he took me up on the roof to look at the moon, and I fell asleep and had this horrible—well, it was a nightmare, but I think it was actually a memory I repressed. Oh, it was awful.”

Sandy looks at you quizzically. “A repressed memory? What do you mean?”

“Well, you know I can’t have kids…but way back in ’60, I had an ectopic pregnancy that resulted in me miscarrying and almost bleeding to death on the floor of the Rollerdome,” you ramble out, the water you just drank making you feel sick to your stomach.

“Oh my god, hon, that’s terrible,” she says pulling you in for a hug.

“Obviously, there are reasons I don’t talk about it, but also, I didn’t remember any of it. The doc said my brain did it to protect me from the trauma. Until this morning, I didn’t have any idea of what really happened. But now…I had these flashes, these glimpses, of the horrible pain. It was like living it all over again. Like I could feel it happening, San,” you say, clutching your stomach. “And what I didn’t realize was that Elvis was there for all of it. He was holding me and watching me die. There was blood everywhere.”

“Jesus,” Sandy breathes.

“And he never told me that he was there! How could we go through something like that together and him not say a damn word? And I swear something else happened, something he’s not telling me. I just feel like he’s hiding something about it, something I still can quite put my finger on,” you add rapidly.

“Well, honey, maybe it was traumatic for him, too. And I’m sure he didn’t want to make you relive all that,” Sandy says reasonably, patting your knee.

“That makes logical sense, San, I know it does, but it’s not just that, I’m telling you…I’ve been having these dreams, these memories, come up since being with him, things I am just now remembering. I don’t know,” you shake your head, frustrated. “It’s like a puzzle that is missing pieces and I just can’t quite put it all together.”

“How can I help, hon?” Sandy asks, her eyes comforting and kind.

“You’re doing it, babe, by just listening,” you say, squeezing her hand. “So, when I woke up from the dream, E seemed closed off about what I was telling him. I mean, he confirmed he was there, and that he’d held me, but I could just tell he wasn’t letting me in on everything. I feel like I’m noticing just how well and how easily he seems to bend the truth to suit his needs, and now I’m doing it, too,” you say, ashamed.

“And how does Red fit into all this?” she asks, eyes narrowed.

“Oh, god, yeah. I literally ran into him coming out of Elvis’ room. You should have seen the smug look on his face, San. I am so fucking screwed,” you sigh, flinging yourself back on the bed.

“Just tell Elvis! He won’t let Red get away with anything,” Sandy points out.

“I won’t see him until tonight, and by then, everyone might already know!” You look at Sandy frantically, pleadingly. “I feel crazy, and I hate all these stupid emotions! Jesus, who even am I anymore? Am I this woman who lies and cheats and hides things, not just from everyone, but from herself, too?”

Sandy looks at you, pausing as she seems to gather her thoughts. “Have you thought that maybe, just maybe, you are finally breaking free of everything that’s been holding you back? That you are just scared of all of this because it’s new and different and a risk? Before this last week, when was the last time you even took a risk, y/n? When was the last time you actually allowed yourself to really feel anything? Hon, you’ve spent so much time pushing down everything that you are and could be because of Jack and what you think you have to be for him. Maybe all this is just you becoming…you. Making decisions for yourself, ones that make you happy,” Sandy says with the love only she could give you.

You choke back a sob, “But who I am is an awful person, Sandy. I can’t seem to do anything right. I’m a liar and a cheat, which is everything I hate about Jack. I’m stuck in this dysfunctional marriage that I’m dependent on, and I was the reason we couldn’t build the big family we both wanted. I’m in love with someone I have no business being in love with, a man who is so utterly beyond my reach, who could never love me the way I need him to. I…God, I can’t even trust my memories!” Your utter heartbreak at everything aches through your chest, a painful reminder of everything you lack. Shaking with tears, you curl into a ball.

“Oh, hon,” Sandy says gently. She grabs your shoulders and hauls you up. “Look at me.”

You force yourself to meet her gaze, tears leaking from your eyes.

“You have to stop beating yourself up, baby. You’re not perfect, none of us are, but you are certainly not an awful person, not one little bit. You are full of love and kindness and talent, and you’ve put yourself last for so damn long that putting yourself first feels wrong to you,” she says so matter-of-factly that you have no choice but to listen.

“But I’ve made such a mess of things,” you whimper.

“Yeah, well, Jack pushed you to it, hon. And Elvis, well, he’s Elvis, and resisting that man takes a fortitude of will that not many women possess. What I’m saying is, this is not all on you.”

But you still feel like a powder keg about to explode, all your anguish and self-doubt clawing its way out of you, ripping you to shreds along the way.

“No, no, no. I have to…I have to end this,” you shake your head, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. “I don’t want to feel like this anymore. It feels like hell.”

Sandy purses her lips and gives you a look. “Did you even listen to a word I just said, hon? Let me make it clearer for you: You love Elvis. You don’t love Jack, not anymore. Leave the fucker and go be with the man you love, guilt free! Jack’s a big boy, he’ll survive.”

She makes it sound so easy, but it is anything but, at least to you, and you’re the one living it. “I can’t, Sandy, I can’t just do that! I’m dependent on Jack, who is dependent on Elvis. Without either of them, I have nothing. No job, no money, nothing. So tell me what happens when E gets tired of me, huh? Then I will literally be out on the street, Sandy!” you yell.

“God, you are just determined to be miserable, aren’t you? So determined that you are blind to the obvious!” Sandy shakes her head in frustration, then takes a deep, calming breath before lowering her voice to continue, “I can’t make you feel that you are enough—only you can do that, hon. But you are. You are enough for me, and certainly enough for Elvis.”

“You don’t know that, Sandy! Besides, Elvis is keeping shit from me, too! And I haven’t been enough for Jack for a long time!” you holler.

“Fuck Jack, y/n! Fuck him! He’s not worthy of you, not the other way around. You have to start to see that, hon!” she yells back, her cheeks reddening.

“None of that changes the situation! Red knows, and you and I both know he’s gonna make trouble, and it’s gonna all blow back on me. I’m trapped. I’m trapped in all of it, my marriage, this affair, the lies, this fucking insane world of Elvis’! I can’t…Fuck this shit,” you say, standing up, every nerve in your body flying on a horrible roller coaster than you can’t seem to get off of.

The only solution you can see is to remove yourself from the equation.

“I’m gonna say goodbye to Elvis, to Vegas, to all of it. I’m leaving on the first plane out of here tonight,” you say with finality, standing up. It makes you feel like you finally have some semblance of control over your life.

“Y/n. I don’t think this is the solution you think it is, hon—” Sandy starts.

“Look, I appreciate everything you are trying to do here, but I’m the one living this, not you, and it feels like hell right now. I need out. I’m going home,” you say harshly, swiping the tears off your face. It’s like you are pulling a steel door over all the turmoil you’ve been feeling, shutting out the pain so you can do what you should have done days ago.

You don’t want to relive the trauma of your miscarriage or remember all these fleeting and confusing moments with Elvis anymore. You don’t want to think about what Elvis is hiding from you, because you just know it’s something important and you can’t take another man you love lying to you. You don’t want to see Jack. You don’t want to completely upend everything you’ve known for the last fourteen years. You don’t want to be in love with a man who could never truly love you back the way you need him to. Because they never do.

And your heart aches in every way—for the baby you never met, for the man you used to love, and for the man you love now—it all radiates through you like poison, threatening to cripple you. You can’t stay like this. Anything to escape these horrible feelings, this seemingly unending wave of fear and uncertainty.

Sandy looks at you resigned and disapprovingly, shaking her head. “Fine. You do what you gotta do. But running away ain’t gonna solve anything.”

The hell it won’t.

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Top 5 Jon Kent Headcanons

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1. Has a big phobia about peacock birds. It used to be severe for him when he was really little and would used to see them walking around the Zoo, because he would start screaming and crying while trying to run away, forcing both Clark and Lois to have to keep a good hold on him in their arms as a way to stop him until they were quickly away from the bird. Now in his current tween age, he can handle it at least a bit more better than before, but still panics internally around them and has to have a good grip on his parents hands until they finally walk away to another section

2. He loves Sunflowers a lot. Chris, who usually loves tending to the garden more than others during chore work, due to having a green thumb for it, knows this fact about his brother very well, so he's the one who thoughtfully makes sure to plant them all the time while also working on the other ones, just so that Jon can always enjoy seeing and having them around the house once they're finally grown. Once Jon found out about this, he stayed always appreciating it so much. He also picks out the sunflowers from the garden sometimes to keep them in a handmade vase from school in his room

3. He's very ticklish on his neck

4. He's very good at writing stories and many other things, thanks to his parents being great professionals in this kind of work and teaching him lots of useful things about it very well, but unlike both of them, Jon actually hates writing and gets stressed out and upset whenever he has to do homework that requires so much of it. Because of this, he also doesn't want to become a reporter or an employed writer at the Daily Planet at all either. His true passion is science and when he becomes an adult one day, he happily succeeds in getting a very great career in that field as a well educated scientist after graduating Metropolis University

5. He goes through a very strange stage of puberty at 15 years old, due to being half Kryptonian. His ears would literally turn blue, forcing him to have to wear headphones over them when in public or a beanie while at school, he would at worst times get itches on his soles, underarms, and stomach, which usually created very awkward moments for him whenever he had to desperately scratch them in front of others who weren't his family and friends, he would get purple circles all over both arms that gad to be hidden by hoodies and long sleeve shirts, and his neck would also grow pink hairs that would shed off, grow, shed off, grow, and repeat everytime, making him have to wear one of Lois' scarfs to cover it up.

The only thing he would get that was similar to the human experience of puberty were zits on obvious parts of his face, except they were a bit more bigger than normal ones, which would result in him receiving annoying mean comments from bullies at school. He got so fed up with it one day, that he decided to finally pop them, but then Kara had to stop him, since she knew from experience that a Kryptonian zit is the type to ruin a whole room with all the large puss it has stored inside of it. She later made him a special meal that came from an old traditional Kryptonian recipe that she knows very well, promising him that it would help to calm all the symptoms down

They both enjoyed it and shared it with the rest of the family too. During that, everyone shared their own embarrassing times during Kryptonian puberty (even Lois as well, despite being human) with Jon, which helped to make him feel so much more better about his entire situation that day. And later, his symptoms began to calm down just like Kara said they would, which also made his day even more to see happening

After that, Kara shared the recipe with Jon for that special Kryptonian meal, so that he can continued eating it to keep making things easier for himself during all of this and once five months went by, everything finally went away and he was able to back to being his normal, happy self again

Thanks for the ask, buddy!!

#jon kent #jonathan kent #jonathan samuel kent #superboy #supersons #super sons #jon el

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bawmbo · 6 months

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UNDERVERSE 7 PART 2 SPOILER WARNING

i have such awful brainrot and i'm a really big fan of ink; i love doing character analysis and will pay attention to small details in animation or any type of media (and as an animator myself I love looking at details)

spoilers under cut

Now I'm not sure if this was intentional, but Ink's eyes only turn to this magenta / pink when he is looking at Cross / Cross is on screen in the newest Underverse (7.0 part 2) --- This is my first watch through, and I notice a lot of people head-canon that the pink in Ink's eyes mean love of some sort examples being: - Cross and Ink fighting in their initial meeting, Ink getting punched in the face and looking up with a magenta-ish tint to his eye (6:26) - Cross grabs Ink by the scarf, and while letting him go, brushes his thumb against Ink's cheek. Ink's eye turns a pink toned magenta. ( This is a slight color difference from the previous frame ) ( 6:41 ) - Geno and AltClassic Sans (forget which one, but I don't want to go back at the moment) say [ * that's how the x-event incident come to our memories the moment we look at your face. ] Ink and Cross share eye contact, the frame that they look at each other, Ink's eye is a noticeable, bright shade of magenta (6:02) - ( a similar shade, but more purplish, but NOT the same color of purple as the "nervous / pain" feeling is shown when Ink is pinned to a tree by Cross' sword (5:20) ) - Cross is laying on the floor with a slash through his chest, talking about how it was kind of nice that they fought, and that this probably won't be the last time. Ink's eye changes to a pink / magenta, and only changes when XGaster starts speaking (15:10) I noticed that this doesn't happen with other characters within this episode (such as Dream or Classic, even when he's excited to see him), and it's been a few weeks since I've watched the entire thing, so I'm not sure if this is a re-occurring detail. any thoughts? just wanted to bring this up for discussion, as i've not seen other people notice it :)?

i did NOT RE READ THIS but i've been rambling about it to my friends for the past 30 minutes and my good friend looked through to see if anyone else had mentioned it to no avail

#underverse #underverse spoilers #utmv #possible crink man idk #is that their ship name??#neurodivergent rabies #cross sans #ink sans

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chayannecraft · 4 months

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Breakfast Trio as Spiderverse kids au/hc’s LETS GO:

Sunny:

- Spider name is Sun-Spider

- on top of all the normal spiders, she has the ability to control and manifest light, and by extension darkness. They often use it to be dramatic, but it works great in a fight too. It can blind or distract enemies.

- is the daughter of Mr. rich guy Tubbo, and thus funds the groups superhero-ing adventures and anything they might need. They steal his credit card or just ask really nicies

- Has the most elaborate spider-suit out of everybody, because she refuses to fight crime without looking good. It’s got a puffy dress and heels, with maybe a boa scarf. She also somewhat managed to drag the other two into being fashionable too so they’re all cute together :)

- is the best at dealing with the public, because she already does it a lot in her normal life

(The other two kids/more details under the cut)

Empanada:

- Spider name is Sugar-Spider or Sugar-Weaver

- on top of all the normal spider powers, she has the power to create anything out of condensed (pink!) energy. Prime examples of this are Gwen from Ben 10 or Atomic Eve. She often uses this to make platforms, weapons, or create anything to keep the public safe.

- However, can’t make any weapons without knowing which individual parts interact with each other to cause the weapon to function, so she just. has a bunch of books and research on different weapons. She’s somehow convinced everybody this is a phase.

- Honestly also probably uses a parasol as a weapon as well because she is also fashionable (not to the extent of glamour that Sunny has, but enough to be cute) and thinks keeping with the brand is a fun little extra thing.

- is the heart and soul of the group. Keeps them motivated and keeps their morale up!! She’s a very essential part of the group and often reminds them both why they’re saving people.

Pepito

- Spider name is (drumroll) Spider-Kid (it’s a work in progress for me ok)

- A bit more jaded than normal Pepito: is still Roier’s child, but has since given up on Roier ever actually being Pepito’s father, and avoids him as much as possible. Often stays over at Empanadas or Sunnys home instead of Pepito’s own.

- Pepito’s house has Roier and Cellbit, as well as a revolving cycle of Jaiden, Richarlyson, and others present in it at all times. This does not stop Pepito from avoiding the house and leaving Pepito’s room as an untouched Time Capsule.

- tries to focus on helping people in an emergency but will not hesitate to get involved or beat the shit out of somebody if the others need help/a distraction

- has no extra special powers like the other two, but is bonded to the venom symbiote (it was a HELLISH two to three weeks but it worked out in the end ^_^ ) (The inclusion of venom symbiote was based on Roier’s purgatory skin)(also it based it’s suit appearance off of Cellbit just so you guys know maybe I’ll upload it)

- i know I just dropped an entire load of tragic backstory, but Pepito is still very much Pepito, who helps Pepito’s friends in any way Pepito can and believes in each of them.

Extra plot details:

- takes place in Quesdilla City (Like NYC but named Quesdilla)

- I don’t know how old the breakfast trio are canonically, but here they’re like 14 to 15.

- Every character and egg is also present here, and has a connection together relating to The Federation that is pretty negative. Breakfast Trio did not know about this in an effort to keep them safe. Kind of backfired.

- adding onto that, the ordo theoritas is a group they made in order to keep each other and the eggs safe from the federation.

- The Purgatory Eye fuck is here and is one of the main villains for the Spider-Kids, you know, the type that absolutely humbles them and then they sit there like WUH OH. UM. UH OH!!!

- They kick it’s ass eventually but my god is it a whole exhausting trip.

- I know for a fact the Spider-Kids identities get publicly leaked and it causes a LOT of panic and confusion. Can’t decide if this is as The Eye is fucking it up in antagonist-ville or a bit after it gets defeated. This plotpoint is mostly for DRAMA and PAIN. They run away from their homes and to a warehouse they reestablished as their base to PANIC.

- Breakfast trio love each other so much. They went into this together they work on it together, they fight together. They know each others strengths and weaknesses and cover according but they are most of all filled with love for each other. They would do anything for the other. Each of their motivations are a weave of string tied to their souls and tied to each other.

#i wrote all of this out yesterday but it got deleted suddenly so #let’s hope part 2 works wooooo woooooooo!!!#qsmp sunny #qsmp empanada #qsmp pepito #pepito the egg #sunnysideup the egg #sunny the egg #empanada the egg #spider-kids au #qsmp eggs #I love all of them they have been in my mind for weeks and weeks

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Read on AO3. Words: 4251 Summary: Cochlea again. The board begins to reveal itself. Chapter 14 Chapter 16 Master Post

Haise left his and Hide’s apartment at midnight.

“None of these people worked in the Washuu Task Force. Like they were off-limits or something.”

He exited the final train from the 12th ward to the 23rd, taking a deep breath to psyche himself up.

“And each irregular victim… opposed the Washuu family in some way.”

He wrung his hands as he navigated the dark alley once again. Nothing happened, but the fear of the unknown clung to his brain like a tumor, whispering terrible falsities and sapping his confidence with each step in the shadows.

“Some were part of a different political party, others voted against this bill or that… The list goes on.”

Two in the morning, late autumn. Cochlea. Again.

He stood inches away from the gated fence, feeling a little chillier than the last time he was here. Funnily enough, he’d arrived first again.

The distant sounds of cars rushing down the streets made him flinch, and the occasional flicker of a light tricked Haise into thinking someone else was there. Fictional horror was one thing, but the real deal? He would rather not.

And yet he and Hide could very well be sitting on one of the largest conspiracies in recent times. The Washuu Task Force, working with the likes of Donato Porpora? If the Priest himself was in on it, then who else could be in their circle?

He looked past the fence and at the square towers making up the prison, at the possibility of answers.

Sen had to already know. It only made perfect sense; the reason she didn’t have anything on her record was because the Washuu Task Force deemed it so. And if they were working with Donato, then it followed that he had to play by their rules, no matter what. Even if it meant Cochlea for life. After all, one man against an entire organization? Laughable, from all angles.

Haise considered jumping the fence early and entering the visitors’ center to get shelter from the cold. He could always text her, right? Right. Plan in place, he fished out his phone, found her name in his contacts, and—

“Breaking into a high security prison all by yourself, handsome?”

He looked up, and smiled; there, leaning against the corner of the alleyway, was the woman of the hour.

Another outing, another hairstyle: two thick braids, messy and tangled, on either side of her head, tied at the end with pink ribbons. She wore a matching scarf decorated with a tiger lily pattern, a striped blue sweater over a purple shirt, and her favorite choice of black skirt, tights, and flats.

“Well?” Sen stepped further into the light, presenting herself further. “What do you think?”

He let himself admire her for a bit longer before he responded. “Do I have to say?”

“Yes.” She smiled. “I like hearing you say it.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle; who was he to deny her? He said the same thing he always said: “Beautiful.”

It was a word often used to describe her, but it was too often spoken by shallow tongues that hadn’t bothered to understand why. Some may have read her books, but they were just that to them: books. Selfish entertainment with little else to offer.

So when he called Sen beautiful, and when she preened, Haise’s chest swelled with pride. However, her hunger wasn’t sated yet. “How?” she asked, stepping closer.

Her scarf was within reach, and he threaded the ends through his fingers. It was a soft material, and he appreciated the pattern. “Like a pink sunrise, greeting a field of flowers.”

Now her body was pressed against his. “And what else?”

His other hand trailed over her arm, brushing her sweater. “The ocean, its waves calmly lapping against the shore.”

A hum as she thumbed his hand. “So I’m a field of flowers, blooming by the oceanside as the sun rises.”

He kissed her knuckle. “And more.”

Now she giggled. “Charmer.”

Despite that, how he wished his description did her justice. No amount of flowers or fields or views could truly describe what he thought of her, even if she basked in them.

In the distance, a car streaked against the asphalt, jolting him back to reality. “W-We should get inside!”

She pouted as Haise scaled the fence, but said nothing in protest. After he landed on the other side, he expected her to drop next to him. However, when he glanced up, he saw her perched at the apex instead, her legs dangling over the edge with a mischievous grin on her face.

“Sen…” he said, trying to sound threatening.

Unfortunately, he was apparently as scary to Sen as a small poodle. To add insult to injury, she only seemed encouraged by his feeble resistance. “Oh, don’t be such a killjoy.”

“We’re not doing this; you could get hurt!” Haise’s gaze darted about the lot. “Plus, we could get caught!”

“What if I say ‘please’?”

He ground his teeth together. The compliments were one thing— they had been on the other, safe side of the fence— but this was too much. “Sen, I’m serious.”

“Pretty please?” She tilted her head until it was almost parallel to the fence. “With chocolate sprinkles and a cherry on top?”

That sounded way too sweet, but she made her stance clear: she was going to drag this out. She was going to drag this out, and wait until he caved, or until he convinced her otherwise. Right here, right now, in Cochlea. Where anyone could see him, where anyone could see her. She was risking her entire reputation for what amounted to a stupid joke.

Haise looked at her again. She had thrown her head back, taking in the night sky and smelling the air. Her two braids slipped over her shoulders, fully exposing her neck to the light of the streetlamp, the stars, and a crescent moon. A slight breeze pushed her skirt against one of her legs, and she let it affect her ever so slightly.

“Wow…” The word fell out of his mouth before he could stop himself.

“Hm?” She glanced back down, all traces of mischief replaced with curiosity. “What was that?”

He blinked, then chuckled. “Nothing.” He held out his arms, folding like paper. “Ready.”

Sen turned brighter than the stars. “Yay!”

In one swift motion, she tossed herself off the fence and landed safely in his grasp, bridal style. She wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled into it.

“See? Totally safe.” The warmth of her breath brushed his skin.

He let out a high noise resembling a laugh.

She craned her neck to kiss him. He indulged in the pressure of contact briefly, and in any other situation, he might have leaned in further, felt closer to her. However, the nearest light flickered off for a split second, and a distant car zoomed past, making him jolt back.

“C-C’mon,” he said. “Big Bin’s waiting for us.”

“Aw…” Sen pouted again.

“I-I just don’t want us getting caught!” Haise put her down as gently as he could, then walked toward the visitors’ center.

“Why?” She stayed in his vision, grinning. “Because it’s ‘wrong’?”

“N-No!”

“Because it’s against social customs to flirt in a prison lot?”

“Well, uh—”

“Oh, I get it. It’s not about the law; you just don’t like getting in trouble.” A giggle. “You’d do all sorts of messed up things if it meant you didn’t have to face the consequences.”

As she said that, she slyly traced the shape of his back, lingering on the base of his spine.

“I-I don’t know what you mean,” Haise stuttered, even as a few scenarios cropped up in his mind like weeds.

Her hand slithered into his grasp. “We can always—” she yanked him down to her height and whispered into his ear— “experiment, if you’d like.”

Images of blindfolds, shower walls, and a concerning amount of rope flashed across his mind, and he would have spit out his drink if he had one. “I-I’m good!” he forced himself to squeak.

“Pity.” Sen punched in the code on the keypad, and she let them both in. “I’ve been wondering what sorts of twisted things you’ve been hiding from me, you know. You’re a horror artist, yet you’re so… demure. Surely there’s something I’m missing…”

He felt his palms grow sweaty as the earlier images became clearer. “O-One of us has to be, right? We balance each other out!”

“Do we now? Don’t you think there’s a bit of overlap?” She went ahead and ducked under a pipe, hands clasped behind her back. “You know, I distinctly remember a quote from Jung…”

“‘Th-The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances.’” Despite himself, Haise recited the quote from memory. “‘If there is any reaction, both are transformed.’”

“Exactly!” She held open the door for him. “I’m curious what sort of monstrous influence I’ve exerted on you.”

He paused. “You’re not a monster, Sen.”

She gave him a quizzical look as he put his palm above her head, holding the door in her stead. “You’re just saying that.”

“That… doesn’t make it less true.” He frowned.

For a moment, she held his gaze, then shook her head. “You have quite the twisted perspective, Mr. Sasaki, you know that?”

He sighed, but he was smiling. “I am a horror artist.”

She tutted, even as she squeezed his hand. He wondered if that was because of his influence on her. There was this spark of joy to her that wasn’t there before. It was hard to believe he could have such an effect, but the facts were staring him in the face.

As they walked down the last hall, Haise figured he’d mention something to her now. “Hey, Sen?”

“What’s up, Haise?”

“This weekend, there’s gonna be a get-together for my, uh, my friend.” Hide had organized it between their file hunt and tonight with Kimi and Nishiki.

She plucked something off Haise’s shoulder, seemingly uninterested. “Sounds nice.”

He felt the urge to explain. “H-Her sister’s the one that died recently. Torso’s latest victim.”

“Ah… Wait.” She stopped in her tracks and looked at him. “Nashiro Yasuhisa?”

He nodded.

There was another pause. “Small world, then. I didn’t think you knew a Yasuhisa, of all people. Strange.”

Haise thought about it. He supposed it was a little strange. The Yasuhisas, once upon a time, were extremely rich and influential, and he, most certainly, was not. “A-Anyway, I was hoping you would come with me. As support?”

Sen raised her brow. “Not exactly a resort vacation, is it?”

He chuckled. What nostalgic territory. One of them, inviting the other to meet their friends, during a Cochlea visit. “W-Well, I mean, I don’t want to force you to meet my friends, especially under the, uh, the shadow of death, haha!” He cleared his throat. “Forget I asked. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to. Sorry.”

“Hey, I didn’t say no!” She elbowed him gently. “I’d be happy to go. Honestly, it’s a bit overdue.”

“I guess so.” He rubbed his neck. “Thanks…”

Big Bin was at the desk, scribbling something on a piece of paper when they approached. He looked up and grinned. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t my two favorite lovebirds.”

Haise and Sen flushed the shade of red. Despite her earlier teasing, it looked like she was still embarrassed when it came to her friends.

“Oh, you even look the same; that’s adorable.” Big Bin chuckled.

“Yes, yes, we’re a circus and you’re the audience. Incredible, whoopee.” Sen waved him off. “Is everything ready?”

Big Bin typed something on the nearby computer. “Yes, ma’am. One visit to Shachi, coming right up.”

“‘Shachi’?” Haise couldn’t help but ask.

Big Bin raised a brow. “Sen, you gotta stop keeping your boyfriend out of the loop with this.”

“Ugh, but not knowing is half the fun!” she whined. “It gives a mysterious allure to it, don’t you agree, Haise?”

Haise scratched his cheek. “Yeah, a bit…”

Big Bin let out a mirthful sigh. “A match made in heaven. Anyways, his real name’s Matasaka Kamishiro.”

As with all Cochlea visits thus far, Haise blanched. “K-Kamishiro…?”

“You know him?” Sen turned.

It… No, it couldn’t be. That was way too much of a coincidence. “I-I’m sure it’s not the same…” he said, more to convince himself than anything. “I know— knew a Kamishiro, but, er…”

“Lots of people under Shachi took the Kamishiro name at his behest,” Big Bin said. “He was imprisoned for housing illegal immigrants, you see, and he let them use his surname in order to start securing permanent citizenships. Rumor has it that he did the same, and that ‘Kamishiro’ isn’t even his real name.”

“I-I see…” If that was true, then who in the world had approached him in Anteiku all those years ago? “That, uh, that would be something…”

Sen was studying his expression, but instead of saying something like she usually did, she nudged him out of it by linking their arms. “We shouldn’t overstay our welcome. Come on.”

However, it was a short-lived oddity. As soon as Big Bin pointed them in the right direction and they were alone, she stepped in front of him.

“You okay?” she asked, those jade irises of hers scanning Haise’s face.

He cupped his chin, rubbing the area. “Y-Yeah, I’m fine…”

She grabbed his wrist with a huff, waggling it in front of him. “Has anyone ever told you you’re a terrible liar?”

He blinked and shook his head.

“Well, you are, so talk to me.” She gripped either one of his arms, setting him straight. “Shachi’s not as cruel as Donato, but I’d prefer it if you were put together before we meet him.”

Haise pursed his lips, and relented. “It’s… about the Kamishiro I knew— I know.”

“I figured as much.” Because Sen was amazing like that.

“Her name was Rize,” he continued. “It was a few days after The Black Goat’s Egg released, and I… I’d always been, um…”

He trailed off. Should he really be talking about his ex in front of his new girlfriend? That felt super wrong, not to mention insensitive.

“You were into her,” Sen finished for him. “So, at the resort, when you pushed me… That was because of her?”

He bit his lip, and nodded slowly. “Yes. It was. She… disappeared four years ago. Just left me. And— And I remember, when it happened, wondering if, despite everything she did to me, if it was my fault.”

Sen didn’t say anything— she simply stood on her tippy toes, pressed her lips against his, then embraced him. At the end of the day, she was a woman of action, and speech was a waste of time.

Not only that, but he knew that she understood what it was like to be left. To be like a toy abandoned by a child who had outgrown them, or worse, had grown bored of them. It wasn’t the fact that they left; it was the crushing loneliness and darkness immediately following that stuck out the most. The creation of a new void in your heart that would never go away, no matter what was filled in its place.

“Come on,” she said, pulling Haise down the hall.

But the spectacle could certainly be beautiful.

—

“You know, Shachi used to work at the Furuta Corporation.” Sen filled the air with trivia. “He was pretty up there until he was caught.”

“That’s… u-unfortunate.” Haise couldn’t really think of another word.

“Not really. In his attempt to retain both his standing in a greedy corporation and the respect he’d gained by bypassing laws, he ended up losing both.” She shrugged. “When you plant a sapling in a forest, it’ll never get the sun it needs to flourish. Better to place it on the outside.”

That was certainly one way of looking at it. Double agents had to perform a balancing act between their opposing factions, and to lose one would be to lose the other. Not only that, but there was always a secret dividing them from their fellows, keeping them from forming truly meaningful relationships. Still—

“If he was… ‘up there’, then wouldn’t his access to otherwise restricted content help?” If Haise remembered correctly, the Furuta Corporation was an airway company. If Shachi played his cards right, he could smuggle people using their planes. In fact, in some respects, his standing might even be necessary for success.

“True, but does it attack the root problem of illegal immigration in the first place?” Sen countered. “Think big: Does it help solve why people feel the need to cross the border illegally? Does it improve their chances at a stable life wherever they go?”

Haise offered no rebuttal, letting her continue.

“Manipulating systems in order to achieve the opposite has its place, but it isn’t a sustainable model; there will always be a breaking point, and people will always get caught one way or another.”

They rounded a corner.

“Shachi was first discovered about six years ago with a handful of illegals, some of them high-profile criminals in their home countries. Do you know how quickly he was caught after attempting to go into hiding?”

Haise shook his head.

“Two weeks.” They arrived at the door. “Meanwhile, the Torso’s run rampant for ten years. Strange, huh?”

“Strange…” he repeated.

Very strange, actually. Was Shachi just terrible at hiding? No, he had to have known the risks of being caught. He would have had reserve funds, as well as loyal allies who could help him, when the going got rough. Yet the Task Force captured, detained, and imprisoned him.

How?

Sen gripped the door handle. “Ready, Haise?”

He gulped. “Ready…”

Giving his hand a squeeze, she opened the door.

The first thing Haise noticed, even from a distance, was just how large Shachi was. He was a mountain towering over his and Sen’s hills, with rippling muscles and a full beard reaching his diaphragm. And that was when he was sitting down.

What in the world did a Cochlea inmate like him eat?

“Hi, Shachi!” Sen waved as if she were greeting an old friend and not a man who could probably break her like a toothpick. “Thanks for letting us see you tonight.”

“Sen,” he said in a deep and powerful voice. It made Haise want to shrink into his shirt. “Who is the boy?”

“This is Haise Sasaki, my—” she paused to think of a word— “partner.”

Haise appreciated the double meaning. He would rather not be redder than a tomato in front of a life-sentenced inmate, even if said inmate wasn’t another serial killer.

“We’re writing a story together, you see, and are looking for some last-minute primary sources, namely—” Sen slid into her seat and pulled out her notebook and pen— “you.”

“Hm.” Shachi’s gaze fell onto Haise.

Haise bowed his head slightly. “It’s, um… nice to meet you, Mr. Kami— Mr. Shachi…”

Shachi scrutinized Haise, raising the hairs at the back of Haise’s neck. It was like being analyzed beneath a microscope, where every single movement, down to his breathing, was observed and recorded for an unknowable purpose.

“And what will you do with the information I give you?” Shachi asked.

A smile slowly stretched across Sen’s face. “Do you enjoy prison life, Shachi? From what the Priest told me, it’s two meals and an hour of exercise every day. Sounds tedious and restricting, if you ask me. I’d go crazy, personally.”

His eyes narrowed, and Haise swallowed.

“Nothing to say for yourself? The Task Force must be so proud of themselves, cowing the great Orca…” She tapped her pen against her knee with her chin in her hand. “You were quite the stubborn one back in your heyday, as I was told. Struggling against your ever-oppressive fellows and being thwarted at every turn! Yet you dug your heels in for such a valiant cause, and at the end of it all… changed absolutely nothing!”

“Er, Sen, shouldn’t we—” Haise tried to intervene. She was getting too personal with this. And off-track.

She cut him off. “The only change you were able to effect was when you decided to operate outside of those systems. When you abandoned the structure and worked on your own terms, your own choices, your actions bore fruit.”

“S-Sen…!” Haise tried again, but she didn’t even seem to hear him.

Shachi simply folded his arms. “So your goal is reformation, then.”

She snickered. “Would that I were so noble and shrewd, Mr. Kamishiro! I’m an author of horror and tragedy, unfortunately— my specialty is destruction, not creation. I’m simply a harbinger of the chaos that’s gone ignored at the door for far too long.”

Now Haise was just lost. “Um, what are you talking about, Sen?”

Shachi’s eyes narrowed again. “You brought the boy here and told him nothing?”

Another secret. Considering where they were, Haise couldn’t blame her. Sen was just a woman of many secrets, and those secrets were uniquely dangerous. She wouldn’t reveal them to just anyone.

“I’d rather he hear it from a primary source,” she explained.

Shachi paused, then gave her an amused look. “Rather unlike you, Sen.”

She rolled her eyes, slightly pink. “I guess.”

The mountain of a man chuckled. The sound reverberated about the room like a small tremor. “So you trust him.”

Sen took a breath, then gripped Haise’s hand, making him flinch. “I do,” she said.

The sight made the man’s lip curl upward, and his hardened gaze turned soft, almost like velvet. “I see.” He took a deep breath, exhaling through his nostrils. “Regardless— boy.”

“Y-Yes?” Haise looked up.

“You may have come this far, but it is difficult to turn from knowledge once one has obtained it.” Shachi’s intimidating aura settled in again. “To learn is to risk your view of the world. To change it irrevocably, and possibly endanger you. Are you prepared?”

To ask such a question was… almost ridiculous, frankly. Haise had broken into Cochlea twice, and even disregarding that, he had also obtained classified criminal files and knew people who were able to get such things within hours of asking. His view of the world had already been compromised; whatever awaited him could hardly be worse.

And… he had a feeling he already knew what was going to be said. He’d been drawing a story about it for nearly six months, thanks to a quick nap in a coffee shop.

“I-I’m ready.” He squeezed Sen’s hand for confidence.

It seemed to satisfy Shachi. “Very well.” He sat up in his seat, letting out a breath. “What do you know about the Washuu?”

The name that continued to crop up. “Well… they’re a private investigative company founded under Allied supervision while they occupied Japan post-World War II,” Haise said, recalling what he knew from a research session. “They were considered traitors at first: some people even called them dogs under the heel of Western interests. However, their purpose— to solve crimes that traditional police couldn’t— kept bearing fruit, and they’ve become widely respected as a result.

“That said… they could have connections to Donato Porpora.”

Shachi’s expression shifted to something like amusement. “You know much already, it seems.”

Haise rubbed his chin. “I-I, uh, had a, um… personal interest in Donato’s arrest.”

Sen, who had pulled out a book to read, smiled to herself. “He’s a resourceful one,” she said, turning a page. “I was impressed by how much he figured out on his own.”

He beamed at her approval.

Shachi hummed. “I see. And how did you come across this information?”

She glanced up momentarily, the way she did when she pretended to be uninterested in something.

“Er, I’d rather not say…” Haise said. “Sorry…”

“Think nothing of it.” Shachi folded his arms. “It is as you say. The Washuu Task Force— rather, the Washuu themselves— have directly collaborated with the Priest, as well as countless other criminals— including the Torso— in order to achieve their goal of continued dominance and wealth.”

Haise felt his blood run cold. If that was the case, then both Mr. Yasuhisa and Nashiro had both been victims of the Washuu’s connections.

“The Task Force is not alone, however. There are others with similar connections, and they operate under a single roof,” Shachi continued. Furuta, Ihei, Arima—”

Sen tensed.

“— Kaiko, Souzu, Sanzu—”

“S-Sanzu?” Haise blurted out. “Like… Like the Sanzu General Hospital?”

“The very same.”

That was where Ryouko had been placed.

Haise didn’t see Sen quietly closing her book to look at him.

“Together, they are an organization that pretends to be a friend to the everyday individual, when they are orchestrators of their suffering,” Shachi said.

The Sanzu General Hospital had forced Ryouko to choose to live and burden Hina, or die and deprive her of her last parent. For something as asinine as money.

“Hope is just a tool, a fire, to them. It can warm hearts, and can inspire or reinforce loyalty. However, if that hope becomes a blaze, becomes too strong—”

They hadn’t tried to save Ryouko.

“— they will create reminders of despair.”

They had killed her.

“They are V.”

———

“Self-proclaimed ‘kings’ of law, moderators of murkiness— whatever you wanna call them. To line their pockets and play God, they’ll do anything— kill anyone.”

— from the draft of Sen Takatsuki’s ninth work, The Folly of the Hierophants

#writing #blank canvas #mister orca...

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Okay so the entire AU is based on the dream I had, albeit only partial scenes were in the dream. I'll mention 'em.

So the basic thing is that there's two Dekus. They got split into two different guys after an encounter with an OC of mine who I have lost all the lore on, but her quirk lets her split people apart based on personality traits. For Deku, that was the "hero" aspect, that was attempted to be kidnapped captured and utterly failed, and the "villain" aspect, being whatever parts of Deku could have become a villain if the circumstances were different.

-In the original dream, this like? Had taken place in the alleyway where the Stain fight happened? With the same guys from the Stain fight showing up?? So I guess my brain replaced Stain with some gray-pink haired villain who tried to throw a villain! Deku out into the world by force. Plus, in the original dream The Guys had found two Dekus just passed the fuck out on the ground ,and just. Took them to hospital. Vs my thoughts about the AU since then have been focused on the idea of Villain Deku just fucking off from the area while Normal Deku stayed passed out.

Now, on top of the "the heroic part of Deku" and "the villainesk part of Deku", the split also unconsciously had partly split up One for All. Only partly since this was Not intentional. This was WAY before we found out the details of One for All's whole "passes down all quirks in a way not just itself" thing, and frankly I have zero idea now how I even knew about Black Whip because I wasn't looking at the manga. And I didn't see it in the anime until like, a year ago, 1-2 years after the dream. So?? Okay then. Either way, in the AU the only quirks I've thought about are the base super-strength One for All, plus the Black Whip part.

Now, both of them have access to OfA, it's just that it's more difficult to control if it's not the "natural" one. For the "natural" stuff, Normal Deku kept base OfA, while Villain Deku got Black Whip. So like, Villain Deku can use Black Whip about as much as Normal Deku can use OfA, but Villain Deku breaks his leg after trying to use 15% of OfA and Normal Deku still loses control if and when Black Whip comes out. (Ik that Black Whip is part of OfA in the current day but for simplicities sake I'm just gonna refer to them as seperate quirks) Thus the joke I made about Villain Deku holding his leg together with Black Whip.

I do also feel it's important to say that Villain Deku can act. He's Aware of what he was split off from, while Normal Deku is not.

Now, any story I've thought of for the AU came at least partly from the dream, but stuff is super blurry about it now outside of the last scene of it. Again, I'll specifically mention it later, but for now, the bullshit that my brain came up with for a story?? Kinda crack treated seriously at parts, maybe. Idk

> First things first, Villain Deku doing his bestest to act and not punch a guy in the face, is the one to go to school first. This act apparently works, because nobody thinks anything weird or Deku up until Normal Deku rushes in, apologizes for being late, before making eye contact with Villain Deku. The class freaked the fuck out in the dream, as in screamed. Idk if that's in character.

> All Might tried to figure out which was the real one via the normal "ask stuff only the true one would know". Except they're both the true one, just different parts of a whole. So like, they both knew OfA, All Might's trauma stuff with AfO and his teacher, ect ect. All Might said "Well Fuck" after the interview with Normal Deku, in front of Normal Deku, freaking out Normal Deku.

> Zero idea how, but one way or another they both just. Become part of the class. Don't ask me, my dream just announced it via the. ....I don't think his name is Serizawa the scarf teacher with quirk disabling quirk.

> Again, no idea how we got here, but one way or another Normal Deku and Villain Deku are fighting in the place where the student's first physical assessment took place in?? This is the thing with the clearest dream stuff, but that is not a high bar to clear. I cannot remember if this was during the day or night, it might've been both/time passed from day to night?? Either way, it's OfA vs Black Whip, basically, since outside of their quirks they both have the same set of skills. Neither win, the dream just ended with Normal Deku sobbing and yelling to stop doing this at Villain Deku, so uh! That's certainly something!!

Admittedly I have not thought of much actual story besides just brain mush about the idea, outside of whatever the fuck my dream threw at me. Sorry if this isn't what you wanted

It's interesting enough<3 I love dreams that make enough sense for a plot

Your Blackwhip. Prediction is something XD haven't you kinda dreamed of things in the past before they happened/you found out about them? I think you did something like that with Genshin.

Also. Would Villain Deku technically want to get rid or normal Deku/heroes?

And the scarf teacher's name is Shota Aizawa.

#sorry it took so long to reply. i. was out of it.#also i guess the class freaking out to some degree would? be in character for some of them?#ask #lunanitic-moon #izuku midoriya

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lets-try-some-writing · 1 year

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I posted 91 times in 2022

That's 91 more posts than 2021!

44 posts created (48%)

47 posts reblogged (52%)

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I tagged 84 of my posts in 2022

Only 8% of my posts had no tags

#transformers prime - 49 posts

#transformers - 48 posts

#optimus prime - 24 posts

#tfp - 24 posts

#ratchet - 16 posts

#maccadam - 15 posts

#megatron - 13 posts

#bumblebee - 13 posts

#starscream - 12 posts

#transformers ideas - 12 posts

Longest Tag: 127 characters

#imagine optimus coming back and realizing he gave the key to a human newspark and not a fully grown adult member of the species

My Top Posts in 2022:

Guilty Pleasures (Part 2)

More secret/wholesome hobbies for my giant lovely robots!

Starscream

Starscream is a bundle of pent up everything with paranoia serving as the cherry on top, and so to deal with it he picked up several small wholesome hobbies over the course of the war.

He tried writing for a while, (he still has a stash of his old works somewhere) he did painting as well, (his art is still on display in his berthroom) and he even committed to sculpting for a while (his rather vivid depictions of Megatron in various states of defeat are proudly displayed on a shelf)

However his most recent hobby is one he acquired from earth.

Currently he handles his pent up emotions through knitting, something he picked up after he found out that a determined knitter can make just about anything.

Inspired, he took up the craft and uses his sharp talon like digits to knit while he has nothing better to do.

When he can, he will requisition a Vehicon or two to hold his yarn balls and follow him around so that he can pace and knit at the same time.

But due to how often Starscream needs to vent out his frustrations via knitting he developed quite a large pile of finished accessories.

And so to make way for even better works of 'art' Starscream gives his little creations away to others on board the nemesis, and sometimes those not of Decepticon allegiance.

Knockout has found himself with several well knit neon pink sweaters that he hates with a passion not only because the color clashes with his armor but also because they all have some iteration of 'Slagger' on the back.

Breakdown has been given a few rainbow colored beanies that he isn't quite sure what to do with, and Soundwave has acquired a handful of knitted stuffed animals with various angry expressions.

All the Vehicons have little mittens or scarfs of various colors and Shockwave has begrudgingly accepted an eye mask with a rather disturbing optic knitted on the front.

Not even the Autobots are safe from Starscream's passive aggressive knitted works.

Optimus has five quilts as large as he is tall depicting Starscream perched upon a throne with both Optimus and Megatron at his pedes, usually 'All Hail Starscream' is present somewhere as well.

And Ratchet has two dozen rugs that seem to be a series of sorts as each has 'Frag Megatron' kitted in a different language.

No one is quite sure how to react to it.

Arcee

Despite her sarcastic, stoic, and blunt behavior, Arcee has an incredibly wholesome hobby, the hobby in question being gardening.

What she did on Cybertron wasn't really gardening by earth standards.

Before the war and even during its early years she kept and incredibly well maintained crystal garden to which she devoted enormous amounts of time to.

She had a whole room filled with towering spires of glowing crystals which had been carefully directed to grow in splendid archways and branching designs over vorns.

Each crystal had a date carefully carved into its base and was skillfully attuned to her own spark signature, helping them to grow and offering her a deep sense of peace when in her garden.

It helped ease a great deal of the stress she accumulated throughout the early years leading up to the war.

However her garden was ruthlessly destroyed after her residence was bombed.

She tried keeping a few small potted crystals which she managed to salvage from her old garden but it was mostly a lost cause with how often she was required to change bases and locations to fight.

She still kept a few of the shards with her though when she travelled to earth, more as a sentimental item than anything else.

When she arrived to earth she was introduced to the human concept of gardening.

Organic things were not an unknown concept to her, but caring for plants is far different than caring for crystals.

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I finished this piece and simply couldn't wait to share it. It was a ton of fun to draw, so if you all have any suggestions for more doodles I am all ears.

366 notes - Posted September 18, 2022

Aching Scars

I came across this headcannon that all the TFP bots have some sort of disability or injury that bothers them. As you might expect I felt the need to expand on the thought a little bit. And don't worry, it ain't all doom and gloom, after all I am a sucker for fluff.

Arcee

Arcee, despite her aggressiveness, has managed to avoid serious injury for most of the war, as such her problems lay not in body, but in mind.

She suffers from extreme PTSD from the loss of so many of her partners, it has led her to pull away from others and keep to herself.

Thankfully upon coming to earth and being assigned as Jack's guardian she lightens up again, content in knowing that she has a chance to try again as a protector once more.

She still has bad night terrors and occasionally has mental breakdowns thought, even if she is generally good at hiding it.

When the team do manage to see through her attempts at hiding her condition they do their best to comfort her in little ways.

Bad days usually end with the team watching a movie together, keeping Arcee from focusing too much on her own dark thoughts.

Arcee is particularly fond of romance films, not that she will ever admit it aloud.

Bulkhead

While no bot comes out of a war unscathed mentally, Bulkhead is by far the most mentally stable of the Cybertronian half of the team.

However that does not mean he is in pristine condition. His joints in his knees and knuckles are unfortunately rather stiff and painful from his many long years enduring hostile environments.

He does his work regardless of the pain, he has long since learned to tune it out for the most part.

But on days where the weather is off, his joints end up becoming near unbearable.

He usually plays it off with a joke or two but the team notices and does not hesitate to do something about it.

Optimus puts Bulkhead on groundbridge duty during those days, and the rest of the team ask him to handle minor tasks on the computer in order to keep him off his pedes while not damaging his pride.

Miko almost always ropes Bulkhead into having a spa day with her on such days. He tries to object but succumbs to her pleading in the end.

When the team return from their various missions they don't mention the almost comical sight of Bulkhead resting with pillows over his optics as the bright pink paint on his servo tips dries.

Wheeljack

He isn't one to hang around the team much, but when he does drop by, occasionally his ADHD rears its helm.

On such days he is fidgety, ready for a fight and eager to get into trouble.

In order to keep him from driving Ratchet to commit a murder, the team enact game nights whenever he comes round, even if he isn't having an off day.

Twister, UNO, Video games are the primary activities of the team game nights.

Wheeljack is incredibly competitive and always does a little dance when he wins.

His scrap eating grin when he absolutely demolishes Bulkhead and Bumblebee in racing games oozes with smugness.

His competitiveness has caused more than a few half hearted fights to break out over the true victor in a game, but no one really minds as it allows everyone to blow off steam.

In the end, even if he is a bit much at times, the team wouldn't have it any other way.

After all it wouldn't be the same if there wasn't a fight to break up, or cry of victory to be heard as Wheeljack gets far too into the game for his own good.

Smokescreen

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Guilty Pleasures

Every sentient being has a secret hobby or interest. Autonomous robotic organisms not excluded.

Megatron

The only one who knows about his little hobby is Soundwave, it's a good thing too, because Megatron would kill anyone else who uncovered his secret.

Despite his general distaste for humans, Megatron admires their creativity, more specifically their literature.

He may be a warrior first and foremost but he also has a love for any all all historical and poetic works.

He enjoys reading and having to decipher the hidden meanings behind the stories he collects.

It fascinates him to read about just how different and how similar Cybertronian societies are.

However he would never be caught dead reading a book written by a human. So he sends Soundwave to fetch him good books whenever there is nothing more important on the agenda.

He is greatly inspired by Shakespeare, Charles Dickens, J.R.R Tolkien, C.S Lewis, and Homer.

He has a whole secret closet in his berthroom filled with dataslates that contain the works of his favorite authors.

He will often read them before falling into recharge, and occasionally he will attempt a little writing of his own if he is feeling particularly inspired.

This has led him to create another secret stash in his berthroom filled with his own stories, ones that mostly illustrate his own life and views on how society should be structured.

(If Megatron's works make their way into the newly rebuilt Iacon hall of records in the future due to a certain Prime, then no bot comments on it)

Optimus

He has a rather unique little hobby, one that like Megatron, he would never be caught dead engaging in.

His particular hobby stems from his base coding as an Archivist.

Since the war did not really grant him much opportunity to work with and organize the data he desired, he ended up developing a tendency to note and catalogue the relationships of bots around him.

In short, Optimus is a shipper.

It was not a purposeful thing, but as time passed and tensions heightened Optimus just started listening in on conversations more frequently and paying extra attention to body language and how other bots interacted with one another.

He found it fascinating and so began to write it all down on a dataslate, and from there it just escalated as he began noting how certain bots reacted around others.

It really began after he started listing known relationships and all the information he had on them (In surprising and almost creepy detail)

Then he started theorizing and creating a whole separate catalogue dedicated to organizing gossip and discerning what was correct and incorrect so that he could get his relationship files properly updated.

In the end he created the most intricate and well informed database filled with information regarding every known relationship, platonic, familial, and romantic that he caught wind of.

But of course that still wasn't enough for his Archivist coding, he needed and still needs a constant flow of fresh data, and so he started playing a role in the relationships around him.

A well placed rumor here, a slight change of orders there, and Optimus's notes gain new additions from either the success or fallout of the event, satisfying his urges and helping his troops sort out their feelings much quicker than they would have otherwise.

To the complete and utter shock of everyone when they eventually find out; it is not Smokescreen, Bumblebee, Jazz, or any other source that has all the tea. No, it's all Optimus, and he knows everything and will gladly play matchmaker for his favorite OTP.

Soundwave

Cats. Soundwave. Loves. CATS.

He thinks they are the best to thing to happen since Primus himself came into being and nothing will change his mind.

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My #1 post of 2022

Irrational Fears

Earth is absolutely terrifying, a fact that both Autobots and Decepticons can attest to.

Megatron

Despite being so big and tough, there is one thing about the earth that just scares the scrap out of Megatron.

He does not really fear what lurks within earth's biggest bodies of water, no, he fears the bodies of water themselves.

He never needed to learn to swim since Cybertron didn't exactly have huge bodies of anything resembling liquid near the surface beside the occasional acid pool.

And the safe liquids that existed on Cybertron were far denser than earth's liquids, often being thick enough to almost be a paste, posing little issues for those who got stuck in them besides some sticky residue being left on their armor afterward.

As such arriving on earth and falling into the ocean for the first time was rather traumatizing.

His usual method of handling being in liquid did absolutely nothing for him since water is not nearly as dense as what Megatron is familiar with.

He sank like a rock and was left at the bottom of the fragging ocean in the dark with no clear way to get out besides walking to the surface since transforming or ground bridging out would cause more trouble than it was worth.

He was irritated but fine with it at first, after all, no organic thing in the waters could really do him any harm.

But the ominous noises, the random currents which threw his sensors into overdrive, the extreme water pressure, and the rather freaky things passing by him as he traveled back to land just... traumatized him in a way he couldn't really describe.

The ocean threw Megatron off, and since then he has sworn off going near the Unmaker-cursed liquid pools when possible.

Optimus

Surprisingly Optimus's worst fear that originated on earth was not of natural disasters or anything of the sort, no, his fear is of the roads, or more specifically, the people driving on the roads.

Optimus is a textbook driver and obeys every road law to the letter, as such most human drivers scare him half to death.

American drivers are a melting pot of every form of insanity, with customs from all over the world resulting in the most confusing road culture imaginable.

Poor Optimus can't make heads or tails of it and often finds himself bewildered when other drivers honk or scream obscenities at him for following the rules.

Not only that but Americans are freaking crazy drivers.

Optimus has gotten hit, crashed into, pushed off the road, and forced to swerve to save some poor idiotic soul far more times than he will ever be comfortable admitting.

When it happens he panics. After all, the human vehicles have humans in them, and humans are squishy and easily damaged, unlike Cybertronians.

It isn't much better in other countries.

The Europeans are agonizingly slow drivers and park where ever their car will fit, trying to travel through British towns and cities on their tiny roads is an absolute nightmare.

For a vehicle of Optimus's size Europe, as a general rule, is one of the worst places to drive.

But oh boy, Europe has nothing on the Asian and middle eastern countries.

Driving there induces some of the worst anxiety Optimus has ever had since the war began, and that is saying something.

Random cattle on the roads, junk cars sputtering along looking like they are going to explode at any moment, the absurd amount of potholes, the fearless jaywalkers, and the maze-like structure of most roads make Optimus nearly have a panic attack every time he is forced to go driving in such areas.

He doesn't even want to get started on the state of the roads in Canada or the terrifying scrap he has seen while driving in Australia.

Starscream

Fragging Pigeons, Starscream simultaneously hates and fears them with a passion.

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30 Ace Attorney Headcanons!

I just want to say that I'm not making ANY TGAAC headcanons because they are gonna be my trump card. I'll post all my TGAAC headcanons as I come up with more headcanons. So when I make a whole part dedicated to TGAAC, that means I don't have enough headcanons of the main series to make a part of this series.

Oh and btw, you may have already realized/realised this by now but in every part, I have spoilers for all games.

1. To honor/honour Clay's death, Klavier is dedicating a full album to songs about space. Some may have sad lyrics.

2. Some of Klavier's fans used to ship him with Daryan, they thought Daryan x Klavier is cute. The prosecutors' building all spent HOURS laughing at the fanart, reading fanfictions and not being able to complete a full sentence without giggling. Now that Daryan is gone, some ship him with Lamiroir.

3. Kristoph and Klavier's parents were awful human beings. Kristoph killed his father but couldn't kill his mother, it was too heavy of a burden for him especially because she wasn't as awful.

4. Kristoph never really wanted to become a defense attorney, his parents forced him.

5. Nahyuta became a prosecutor to be Apollo's rival.

6. Sebastian, Miles and Kay all watched the execution of Blaise.

7. A lot of prosecutors visit the WAA weekly or even daily because they have friends, relatives or partners [if you are a shipper] there.

8. Miles decided to make Nahyuta's office and Simon's office right next to each other to compare the colours/colors. Simon's office is all dark and edgy with no colors/colours other than Black, grey and a hint of white, meanwhile Nahyuta's office is all white with some light colours/colors [mostly light pink] and a hint of gold. Even the doors are different colors/colours.

9. The prosecutors' building is all carpeted and has bookshelves, couches, plants and special accessories for each door to make it more like a big house rather than a building with offices in it. And all offices have changed designs to be like small apartments. All of this was Klavier, Simon, Nahyuta, Kay, Ema and Sebastian's doing.

10. When Ray asked Kay to become a recruit of the Yatagarasu, she said "I'm sorry but we're only accepting young, bright, cheerful and energetic girls." and later on, she accepted Trucy, Ema and Athena.

11. When Miles asked about the animals in the prison, Ray said "Each prisoner is assigned an animal." Simon got his hawk in prison and named him Taka.

12. Because Simon got Taka in prison, Taka has a microchip embedded under the bird's skin.

13. Simon thinks that he was a loser before the UR-1 incident.

14. Simon actually got his coat from his parents who passed away. That why he never takes it off.

15. Franziska had a sister who is 17 years older than her and was kicked out of the household at 16. So she never met her sister.

16. Trucy visits Valant every week in prison.

17. Lana and Aura bonded in prison over the fact that they both have a woman that they miss so much who was murdered. [Lana misses Mia and Aura misses Metis. Both were murder victims.]

18. Kay and Sebastian have sometimes accidentally called Miles "Dad".

19. Athena used to call Aura "Mama Aura" and used to call Metis "Mommy Metis".

20. All prosecutors bonded over the fact that they all have more trauma than years in their life. I'll post the conversation they had in a separate post.

21. Phoenix still has the sweater that says "Ryu" on it, the red scarf, has the beanie that says "Papa" on it and the jacket that he had during his unemployed phase.

22. Iris is now out of prison and she visits the WAA every week.

23. Franziska sometimes goes to the Khura'in kingdom and to the village. The kids there absolutely LOVE her.

24. Ahlbi became friends with Pearl. She treats him like a younger brother because he is about 10 years younger than her.

25. Despite what she says, Franziska is actually really good with kids. She used to always play with Pearl and Trucy when they were kids and now she always plays with Ahlbi.

26. Trucy comes on stage with various assistants. Sometimes, she would bring a relatives of a friend as her assistant. So far she has brought Phoenix, Apollo, Athena, Klavier, Maya, Pearl, Jinxie, Franziska, Ahlbi, Simon, Clay before he died, Sebastian, Kay and Ema. She plans on bringing Nahyuta or Rayfa next.

27. The phantom made Simon wear a shock collar, that's how he would electrocute Simon whenever he pleases.

28. Simon and the phantom had a "friendship bracelet" so after the big reveal, Simon took the phantom's bracelet and put it on the REAL Fulbright's wrist before he was buried.

29. Iris and Dahlia are both natural redheads, Iris dyed her hair so she wouldn't be mistaken for Dahlia.

30. Aura is actually transsexual [Someone who had surgeries and/or took medication to become the opposite gender] and you may be asking about my evidence. My evidence is that she has yaoi hands and the resemblance between her and young Simon is way too much.

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babylovepresley · 2 years

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just finished reading part 15 of pink scarf and i am literally numb I WANT THEM TO BE HAPPY TOGETHER I HOPE JACK GETS HIT BY A FUCKING BUS

#PLEASE MISSMAYWEMEETAGAIN #missmaywemeetagain please im begging you #I NEED THEM HAPPY AND IN LOVE #the pink scarf experience

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taramemberence · 1 year

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The Heart Line: COC 2022 MASTERPOST

All my chapters are actually all in the same spot, but I think having a list of them all with summaries would be better. That way there'd actually be a reason to click on a fic with no summary on ao3.

Day 1: The End

"This can't be the end."

Set after WS and before AWTWB. Simon is stuck to the sofa.

the rest of the descriptions are under the cut. the ones highlighted in pink are my personal favorites.

Day 2: AU - The Tingly Thing

"Don't tell them about the tingly thing."

Spider-Man meets Fangirl meets Carry On. A rewrite of the scene in No Way Home where MJ and Ned summon two different Peter Parker's.

Day 3: Expectations

"Still, Aunt Fiona keeps provoking him, and he keeps taking the bait, and the car is still sitting in the driveway, and neither of them can seem to see that I'm about to be back in that coffin again."

Simon finds out about the rule about who is allowed to sit in the front seat, and Baz has a panic attack.

Day 4: Cake

"We see smoke coming out of the oven again."

Simon and Penny make multiple attempts to bake Baz a cake for his birthday.

Day 5: Bloodlines

"If he never does it again, I want this to be the one good memory."

Baz finds himself at his mother's grave, feeling lost and suicidal. Simon finds him.

Day 6: Side/Alternative Ship - A World Without You

"Whatever happened between us, I'm going to need him to look past it and come back to me. I don't want to live a life without him."

Baz has a nightmare where Simon never survived America and he ended up staying there with Lamb.

Day 7: Veil - Love Me And Let Go

"I was the only one cursed to this life. Everyone I've ever loved and cared for is gone."

Simon has passed away, Visiting Baz every twenty years when the Veil lifts.

Day 8: Lyrics - End Game

"I wanna be your endgame," I tell him. He lifts his head, and his sleepy eyes meet mine.

"Simon, you already are."

Simon tries to analyze lyrics to a Taylor Swift song, and Baz is just trying to sleep.

Day 9: Staff

"I've insisted that it's probably just a product of growing older, but he disagrees. He's convinced that he's dying."

Simon takes a trip to the Wing and Knee specialist.

Day 10: Angst

"Shut up, Baz! Stop it!" He cries. This isn't enough. I'm not doing enough. Please Simon, forgive me later. Please.

Baz hurts Simon in order to save himself.

Day 11: WLW - Keep

"She's wrapping her arms around me, rocking me from side to side."

Fiona comes out to Baz and Simon.

Day 12: Devour

"I'm cold. He keeps insisting that it's warmer in the water, but I don't think I believe him."

Simon and Baz go on vacation together, and Baz has been lying about feeding. He hasn't fed.

Day 13: Devotion

"He pulls back and checks my face, wiping under my eyes again, hiding the evidence that I ever cried tonight."

All Baz wants to do is dance with his boyfriend at his father's New Year's party.

Day 14: Cryptid

"I kept insisting that I wasn't insane. Baz said I'm not insane."

Simon starts to have hallucinations.

Day 15: Fluff

"I wake up to Simon licking my face."

Snowbaz being cute and lazy in bed.

Day 16: Bridge

"I like myself better, knowing I'm carrying a part of him with me everywhere I go."

A continuation of chapter 13, but can stand alone. Simon pays attention to Baz's nose.

Day 17: Match

"I think I still have yet to find something that I wouldn't do for him."

Simon and Baz wear matching Christmas sweaters.

Day 18: Shepherd

"Shepard, of course, thought it was a brilliant idea. He's a complete buffoon, just like Simon."

Simon and Shepard dress as shepherds.

Day 19: Heal

"I gently touch his shoulders where his skin isn't mangled. I rub my fingers over his soft skin, leaning in to press a kiss there."

Baz still has bullets in his chest, so Simon does his best to take care of him.

Day 20: Fangs

"I'd bite my hand to stifle the sounds I'm making, but my fangs have dropped and I don't want to pierce my skin."

Every year, Baz has nightmares on the night of his mother's death.

Day 21: First Snow

"He puts his scarf back, covering my nose and mouth again. His face is red. I don't think it's because of the cold."

Simon and Baz go for a walk in the snow.

Day 22: Ritual

"The Mage carries me to my bed and sets me down, leaving without a word. It's okay. The look on his face is more than enough."

The Mage sends Simon on another mission only for Baz to pick up the pieces when he comes home.

Day 23: Hurt/Comfort - Bottom Of The Ocean

"I'd never leave you," I promise him softly, "even if it took me out with you, I would never let you die alone."

Simon and Baz are caught in a battle that leads to a fight for Baz's life under the water.

Day 24: Showers

"He makes it better. Even though I’m not feeling better, he makes it better."

Baz is in the shower when all the memories catch up to him.

Day 25: Sleep

"I can just break his heart while he hears how broken I am. I'll let him decide if he wants to try and fix me afterward."

A nightmare wakes Baz from his sleep.

#coc 2022 #carry on countdown #this will get finished eventually #but it's the middle of january so here it is unfinished #snowbaz #baz pitch #simon snow #carry on #the simon snow triilogy #wayward son #any way the wind blows #WS / AWTWB #penelope bunce #agatha wellbelove #shepard love #also if you decide to read any of these #chapter 13 is the best

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missmaywemeetagain · 1 year

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Hi! I've just finished reading the new chapter. It was written to perfection (as aspected).

It was quite a heavy read and quite frustrating at at times but that shows your talent as a writer, one is so deeply connected to the story and characters that it is impossible not to.

I loved the part when the reader mentions how E manipulates situations or the truth for his own benefit or to not face certain feelings or emotions. That rings so true for E in real life (I love the man more than anything but he was a master in manipulation).

Another detail that I love was the discovery of why did their friendship changed so much over the years. When I first started reading I was a bit confused, their current relationship didn't seem so intimate and close and yet in the flashbacks it was obvious that they were best friends. Knowing that the shift happened because E confessed his true feelings was heartbreaking. If you ever want to write a chapter in E's point of view I would love to know what he was thinking when he thought that she was dying and why did he act the way that he did when he realised that she was going to be OK.

Anyway, just wanted to say what I thought of the chapter.

I hope everything is OK 🥰

All the love, Cami.

Cami! Baby! Thank you for your lovely analysis!! And for your patience as I took so long to get back to you!! 💜💜💜

Part 15 was a beast for all the emotional reasons. And I love that you caught the part about E’s manipulations (which came back in part 16, too) because I wanted to stay true to him in that way. He, as a person and as a character, is incredibly complex, and of course so is Reader, so it made sense to bring that aspect in. They both so desperately want control but have completely different ways of going about it.

And yes, their relationship is tricky in terms of the past, especially once we learned that Reader is a bit of an unreliable narrator in that regard. Because at the beginning of the story they DO seem more distant and we had no background on the friendship/relationship but now as we learn more, it starts filling in the gaps of how they ended up that way in the first place. We start to figure out why certain choices are made and for Reader, maybe some subconscious things that have affected it.

And of course, there is more to come in that regard which you’ll find out eventually!! 😉💜🧣

#xoxoxoxoxoxo #elvis #elvis presley #pink scarf #pink scarf part 15 #if you’re looking for trouble #you came to the right place #elvis 2022 #elvis movie #elvis presley x reader #austin butler elvis #elvis x reader #ask #answered

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spider-jaysart · 5 months

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Headcanon meme

Jon Kent

- sad headcanon (don’t have the emoji for it)

- happy headcanon (don’t have the emoji for it)

☠️- angry/violent headcanon

❤️ -family headcanon

☮️- friendship headcanon

♦️- quirks/hobbies headcanon

☯️- likes/dislikes headcanon

@gothicghost2000

Sad Headcanon:

After a very rough mission for the Superfam, which involved Kryptonite, Krypto was severely injured and had a bunch of Kryptonite shards stabbed into his back, arms, and legs. The poor dog had to get medical help asap. Jon cried so hard about it, thinking he was going to lose him. He felt like it was all his fault for not protecting him well enough too, since he was the one who was actually with Krypto during his part of the mission.

Clark and everyone else tried to comfort him though and told him he's not the one to blame for any of this, especially since he was also pretty injured too by some of the Kryptonite bullets that were shot by enemies. Jon retorted that it wasn't as bad as Krypto's injuries though, so he should've been stronger for him, but later tried to understand that he's not at fault after some more comforting from the Superfam. Hours went by as Krypto was still being aided, and he was still asleep after all of it was done, so everyone decided that while he was healing, they would come back later in the morning to check up on him again.

At the Kent house, while everyone was already asleep during the late night, Jon couldn't fall asleep at all, so he sneakily went to go see Krypto and layed down next to the sleeping dog, cuddled him, and fell out like that. The rest of the Superfam came back to check up on Krypto like they had planned and saw the adorable sight of them both, along with a happy surprise as well. Jon soon woke up to Krypto giving him doggy kisses on the face and was instantly over joyed to see that the Super dog was finally awake and in a happy mood like usual too.

Jon gave him the biggest loving hug that he could and laughed with bright happiness in him. The rest of the Superfamily even joined in on it too, creating a wholesome family hug between them all. Jon, including everyone else, were so glad to see that their wonderful dog was doing okay again.

Happy headcanon:

One time, during the summer, Jon was going to a weekly science class for fun by himself, but Chris could see that he would've liked it if he had company with him, so he decided to join him. He felt it would be another great way for them to spend time with eachother and thought it would be pretty cool to learn some things about science too. Jon was very happy with this news once he brought it up to him and was very excited that he was gonna be able to share one of his biggest interests with someone. The classes were for five weeks and they both ended up having a lot of fun there together. Chris learned a lot of interesting stuff from Jon and that class and Jon got to enjoy everything so much more than he thoight he would. This bonding time of theirs was one of the greatest ones they've had together as siblings.

Angry/violent headcanon:

After hitting puberty at the early age of 15, Jon didn't expect for it all to be so much more difficult than what the normal experience is for humans. Both of his ears would literally turn into the color blue, making him have to usually wear headphones to cover them up while in public or wear a beanie over them during school time, he would get very itchy underneath both his feet and under arms all the time and would look strange in front of others who aren't his family and friends whenever he repeatedly kept having to try to scratch those areas. He would also grow little pink hairs on his neck as well that would shed off, grow, shed off and repeat, so he had to sometimes wear one of Lois' scarf to hide it. He would always get so angry and fustrated having to deal with all of these super strange and annoying symptoms of Kryptonian puberty and hated the fact that he couldn't even really do much about them either

The only thing that he got similar to human puberty were zits, which would sometimes unexpectedly pop up in the most obvious places on his face, his forehead, chin and cheeks, except they would be slightly bigger than normal small ones.

One time, after getting too many mean comments from bullies for a week at school, he decided to just be brave and pop them. Kara thankfully caught him though and stopped him before he could even do anything. She told him popping Kryptonian zits is the last thing he would want to do since the puss would actually just explode all over the room and create a big gross mess for him to clean up, which would only just make things worse. It's something she had to learn the hard way when she was a teen herself after only popping just one in her bathroom.

She did know a way to calm them down though, and that was with an old Kryptonian recipe that she was taught as a kid. She tried her best to find similar enough ingredients to recreate it again and made it for Jon. He loved the taste of it, which Kara was glad to hear and she even decided to have a plate with him too because of how delicious it is

As he was enjoying the special homemade meal with Kara, the rest of Superfam came into the room and joined them. After getting comfortable, each of them later talked with Jon about their own past experiences back when they had to deal with Kryptonian puberty before too, having lots of laughs about it together. Even Lois, despite her being human, also brought up the old embarrassing moments she had to go through as a young girl as well during puberty.

After hours of chatting together, Jon's zits became smaller like how Kara promised they would after having the meal, which made Jon even happier. Jon began to feel much more better than before about everything that had been happening to him lately and was glad that his family spent time with him that day, sharing their own humiliating stories to help him cope.

The only good thing about all of this, besides that comforting day from his family, was that these crazy affects didn't last too very long for him, only for three months and then he was able to feel normal and a lot more like himself again.

Family headcanon:

When they were a little older (around junior high age), Chris went through a really bad break up with some girl from school over the phone one time and it had ended with a big argument between them (one that was started by her). He was left crying alone in his room after it happened. Jon had heard and saw everything and went to go comfort him. He told his older brother that the girl he was going out with was pretty toxic anyways and that he should realize he deserves better. Chris agreed with him on that, but still couldn't stop thinking about everything since it was still very distressing for him.

So Jon decided to make it a brothers hang out night just for them both, so that Chris can forget about his ex. Jon made big bowls of ice cream sundaes for them both to enjoy, put a few of their favorite movies on to watch together while sitting on Chris' bed and talking about a bunch of their favorite stuff, played some video games with eachother after that and laughed loudly with one another through it all, and later fell asleep hugging eachother.

Lois and Clark saw them both asleep like this, feeling proud of their youngest for being such a good brother to Chris during a hard time like this, and pulled the covers over them to keep warm, kissing them both goodnight on the forehead.

Friendship headcanon:

One time while hanging out and having a sleepover in Kathy's tree house with her, Maya, and Damian, Jon and them were having fun making many art crafts with a bunch of art supplies they had in a bucket. Their worked on peices ended up getting stolen though by a raccoon who just jumped in and left. They chased after the animal together but ended up getting unexpectedly stink sprayed at. Kathy, who was pretty upsetted by this, used her telekinesis to just yank their stuff out of the grip he had on them with his mouth and he ran away. They all went up to the Kent house to get cleaned up and Lois couldn't believe what a complete mess they looked like once she opened the door to them, seeing all four of the kiddos with little branches sticking out all over their hairs, dirt stains on each of their clothes, and then the yucky strong smell that followed them too. She quickly told Clark to bring all of the tomato sauce they had and let the kids take their separate baths. It took a while, but they successfully got all cleaned up in the end and were able to have a laugh with eachother about the crazy situation while sleeping in Jon's room for the night. It's a hilarious memory that none of them forget.

Quirks/hobbies headcanon:

Bites his nails a lot, always brushes his bangs or other parts of his curly hair out of his face a lot and puts it behind his ears, uses a lot of emojis or emoticons to express himself through text more and whenever he doesn't do it, it's easy for his brothers and friends to tell that something is actually wrong with him. He also mixes his meals with other kinds of foods a lot, which most times creates very weird combinations, but he enjoys them since his Kryptonian taste buds actually tastes things differently compared to a humans

Likes/Dislikes headcanon:

Likes:

Science, playing video games with others instead of just by himself all the time (can either be by playing in multiplayer or just having someone by his side to enjoy it with), loves Sunflowers, playing in the farm with his brothers and Krypto, doodling silly stuff in his notebook during class sometimes, talking to Kathy about boys since its fun lol, painting his nails sometimes, being around family and friends, Spider-Man, building Lego sets, especially with his brothers or friends.

Dislikes:

Whenever Kon double dips in sauces that they're supposed to be sharing whenever they're eating out together, since it grosses him out (Kon usually does this on purpose cause he knows that Jon wouldn't want it after that), hates writing, watching scary movies, retying his sneakers again, so he always leaves the shoelaces tied when taking them off and just slips his feet out instead and pushes them back on when going out again.

Thanks for the asks!!! :D

Here's a Jon doodle as a part of the ask too btw since I think it's really cute!

#Jon kent #Jonathan kent #Jonathan samuel kent #Jon el #Damian wayne #Kathy branden #Maya ducard #Supersons #Clark kent #Lois lane #Chris kent #Krypto #Kara zor el #Superboy #Superfamily #Superfam #dc comics #tw injury #tw injuries

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wonderfuldeath · 1 year

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.o| Fifth Day. |o.

Jin x Reader Female Reader

Warnings : Holidays

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"- Hello and welcome to the Bangtan Café. ”

Eyes resting on the paper in front of you, your pen scrapes on the sheet while you tell the new customer to wait a few moments. Arrived in Korea just a few months ago, you had found a job as a waitress in an ephemeral shop. The youngest of all, so you had to wear the flashy pink outfit without complaining. You were the perfect human representation of Cooky, and even if pink was not your favorite color, at least you could pay for your apartment and something to live. The pen of the same color as your outfit is closed before you slip it into your apron, straightening your gaze from your notepad. A slight smile passing your lips when you cross the lost gaze of the man on the different pastries.

"- Have you made your choice? May you need help?

- My girlfriend really likes sweet things. Do you have something that would match?

- We have very French pastries, such as the Mille feuille de Noël or our logs frozen or not.

- Which one is your favorite?

- The Mille feuille. Christmas ones are filled with red praline cream. It's a lot of sugar, but it's incredible.

- I'll get one of it and a reindeer muffin.

- Perfect. ”

The cake box in the color of the event of the year, a pretty box that looks like a Christmas gift, put it on the counter, you fill it with the Mille feuille part, as well as two Muffins, a Christmas reindeer and a snowman, explaining that it was the promotion of the day. Once the money is cashed, he thanks you before reaching the exit, finding the snowy street and the pollution of the city. This year the winter in South Korea was particularly cold according to the information and you are forced to wrap yourself in big warm coats, to be sure not to die of cold. You lived fifteen minutes walk from the establishment, save yourself transport costs. Hands push into your pockets, nose into your scarf. Hi Chimmy is coming to take your place. It was a specific café, open from six hours to midnight all the time, so that everyone could enjoy their favorite character. The heat of your apartment makes you blow as you reach the aquarium of your only goldfish, turning inside waiting for his daily meal. Fish offered by a friend. Who received it on a birthday a few years ago. Clearly, you had a fairly empty life, work, then your house, once a week you went to the small grocery store, a little further on the street. And that's it. The only thing that made your life vibrate was the neighbor opposite. You had never seen him, but you had already heard the person sharing his life. A pretty bimbo, not very faithful who made scenes all the time. And every night, while you were on your couch, the evening meal between your fingers, you had the right to their daily argument. Always stronger, more violent.

"If it doesn't suit you, you need to see the neighbor!

- Maybe this is what I'm going to do! ”

The door slams, and you watch your poor light light move, making you frown. It was the first time he was the first to leave. Slam the door, and you don't know why, but it makes you a little sad. After all, he looked like a good person. Hearing him cry every night in the living room, you had a kind of attachment to him. And a slight breath passes through your lips. You hoped that everything would be fine as usual.

"Hello and welcome to the Bangtan café. ”

Your sparkling smile as you straighten your whole body to welcome the second customer of the day, you feel a little caught in the throat when you see his eyes are low and his eyes reddened by tears. He seems lost in his own thoughts, looking at each of the pastries as one of them was going to start talking to him, gave hope for a better day. And even if your life was a little flat, you had your heart on your hand. A slight smile stretches your lips as you point to a pastry, something you eat when you felt that your life was never going to be good. It was a chocolate cake, half fondant, half brownie that at this time of year looked like Christmas decorations. He looks at your hand, following it and scrapes his throat.

"- Chocolate?

- There is nothing better when you have the morale at the lowest. A ball of ice cream and hot cocoa, in front of a Christmas movie and you will see, you will feel that problems are not really problems.

- Do you make hot cocoa?

- Of course, with or without sugar? Hazelnut cream?

- Surprise me? ”

Your smile stretches as you order it, adding an extra hazelnut cream without even charging him. A small smile passes his lips and he thanks you timidly, as you give him his order, taking the money he hands you before, putting it in the box.

"- Will you tell me some news?

- Of course. ”

His look seems less sad and it makes you feel a little better.

Once again, you leave the shop next time, put your hands in your pockets, before reaching your apartment. The heat envelops you like all the time and you put the cup on your worktop. Your goldfish turns while waiting for you to feed it and you realize after doing it that something is wrong. The upper apartment is silent for once, no arguments, no screams. Just the silence. And it was almost stressful.

"- Be careful to cover yourself well. It's cold outside. ”

The slight startle that takes you almost get your coffee spilled on you. Your eyes turn to man. The one who came to get the pastries in the shop. He seemed a little better, but it wasn't joy either. With a shy smile, you thank him as he opens his mailbox. Grab his pack of envelope before turning your back, to reach the stairs and disappear. Outside it was really cold, the wind was blowing hard and the snow was falling into big snowflakes, forcing you to sink a little more into your coat. You are looking for the usual customer, almost bothered not to see him. But you don't really blame him, outside the snow falls into a storm, and even you didn't really want to go out. But ten minutes before the end of your service, the man walks through the door, tapping his shoes full of snow on the doormat, before reaching the shelves.

"- Need something special today?

- I would like something, not too romantic, but... I want to invite someone.

- An idea of what this person can appreciate?

- She said she liked chocolate cakes. And ice cream. But I don't know what else she can appreciate.

- From what I see, I would say that she has flat tastes.

- I think so too. But I wonder if she doesn't hide anything else.

- Hum.. If I were you, I would try something much more exotic. Like.. Why not a mango opera?

- With one of your chocolate cakes and two hot chocolates. For.. In five minutes. Is it possible?

- Of course.. But can I at least know your name? So that your next date knows... You know...

- Kim Seokjin. I am the neighbor from above. I admit that I thought she already knew it.

- Well, now she knows it. ”

#kim seokjin #kim seokjin x you #kim seokjin x reader #bts os #christmas calendar #fluff #holidays #female reader

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