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wayfayrr · 10 months

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long unorganized idea!! apologies for any spelling mistakes!!

finished reading part 2 of sage and reader landing in regular earth and the idea of them both slowly becoming domestic hit me in the head with a metal bat. Assuming they're both staying for a while, theyre going to need money! reader falls into somewhat of a provider position for sage!! they work hard all day and come home to an eagerly awaiting sage.

Sage, while happy it's just the both of them, he would probably go a little crazy because "how am i supposed to protect you!" its a brand new--and modern at that- world for him. this means new competition, and it wont be as easy for him to fully have reader to himself anymore. friends and family are major obstacles compared to some blonde fools back in hyrule. And unless reader is a bit of a loner, or doesn't have the best relationship with family, its going to be harder for him. As well as he cant be around them 24/7 (while reader could work from home, i love the idea of them holding an office job more. coming home tired making them even more like putty for him. hes there and ready to dote on a tired reader after such a stressful day but not to worry he'll make it all better)

I have this idea that he slowly falls into a househusband???(idk) role. While he may not be able to financially provide, he can cook you delicious meals and bake perfect deserts!! He can make his new home as enticing as it needs to be to keep you there with him. I just imagine him clinging to reader, buttering them up with his cooking and affection

oh, your friends wanted to hang out after your shift? but reader! you been gone for so long! he's having such a hard time adjusting and needs you home. Just like the gloom, hes playing for pity points (and winning them) so reader comes and dotes on the poor (pathetic) man.

I think sage would realize how he has to do this in slow and small incrimates. Hes smart and calculated, despite his lies, he has a good grasp on reader's world. Slowly, he pulls them away from friends and family. Why would they need anyone when he's here to care for them? Unless absolutely necessary, there's minimal communication with the outside world. There's mandatory dinner for work? Your raise is dependent on it? I suppose we can go, but he has his arm wrapped protectively around their waist the entire time, and he routes towards the door once you can leave. Come on, cant we go home now? His arm's starting to hurt.

overall just gradual manipulation that keeps pushing reader into his arms.

Since he's not in Hyrule anymore, I imagine he gets phantom pains in his arm. like since he's not in a magical(?) land anymore, and his arm isnt natural, he gets phantom pains or small muscle cramps. Obviously while not happy about that, just another factor in his advantage. If he goes out the house he just wears a long sleeve that covers his hand, has pockets, or gloves.

because his arm was Rauru's arm, he actually loses a good portion of his arm on earth, bc what if earth reverses all like mystic/fantasy stuff although that could contradict his existence?? or it just makes him more human-ey?? anyways his arm would probably end around mid bicep, still gets phantom pains. his ears are also normal now! he and reader are now matching!

sage is hardworking and persistent. the angering amount of patience he had to give pays off in time when he finally has reader all to himself. maybe now he can actually rest, especially that hylia and the others dont exist here. hes fully broken away from being a hero and has you at his side, he couldn't be happier!!

ugajsk my mind is mush and this could be out of character for him but i cannot get domestic sage out of my head just them falling into domestic routine once everything is said and done

imagine grocery shopping with him

tldr househusband sage discovers modern amenities, food prices, ect and goes bananas

OKAY BUT ANON THAT SUCH A BIG BRAIN IDEA, SOFT DOMESTIC SAGE IS THE BEST????

Sage as a house husband is just??? This is like perfect for his character!?? He's already got the personality for it, just gotta throw him an apron and get him a ring to prove he's yours.

@neverchecking, @eternadreeblissa I feel like this is something you'd enjoy for sage.

Him slowly trying to isolate the reader from everyone they've ever known and cared about like how he's isolated? And how he just knows how to play up being trapped in a modern world for pity, he really has reader wrapped around his finger. He'd start to adapt far quicker than he let on, learning to read written languages. Who knows, maybe he finds a surprising taste in true crime shows?

And the mandatory work events? He'd both loathe them and love the chance to come off as this perfect trophy husband at readers side, to let anyone else there know reader is his. and his alone. And I was actually panning to have him meet some of readers friends! not quite in a thing to do with work but just as a causal meet up at their place so there's no way out!

Also about his arm just being gone? Like hello?? He would absolutely play that up for pity points, and he would get them. Yeah prosthetics exist here but they aren't easy to get or learn to use. And with the disappearance of his pointed ears, he wouldn't even be able to be called hylian anymore so he'd have another thing of hylia's put firmly behind him.

Personally, my favourite thing like that to happen would be a mix, where he keeps some traits but others become more dulled. He keeps the arm's abilities but it looks more human-like now than before, his ears are still pointed but now they look more like what is possible for humans than how exaggerated hylian ears are.

as for grocery shopping and shopping in general, he'd be so sceptical of letting reader eat anything brought from a store - he has no way to make sure they're safe!! so I raise you sage becoming a gardener, even if it's just little window sill herbs or tomatoes, granted he'd still have to shop for most things in this world. He'd just far prefer to go as far back the line as he can, buying from farmers' markets even if it meant having to travel further for things he needs. One bonus is that markets like that can sometimes be cheaper, as long as he's willing to argue with the sellers.

#I love House husband sage #this is just AHHH #lu sage #yandere lu sage #linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #yandere linked universe x reader #moss✦answers

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papa-evershed · 9 months

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Hey! If you’re interested in doing so For Science or something, I could go a run down on your favourite moments from the Act On interviews. I really feel like Rob is so comfortable and engaged in those, they’re a delight.

I can definitely do this! This is right up my alley because I completely agree, I feel like the Act On This interviews are when we get the best glimpse of him just being him because it isn't press related. And quite frankly, him just being himself is more interesting to me than watching someone answer the same five questions over and over again on a press tour. (Not that I'd complain if he did do more press. I'll take whatever I can get, I'm not fussy.)

I'm going to apologize ahead of time for the length and because this will most likely be a very unorganized list. I considered doing video clips but Tumblr just makes that too much of a pain in the ass. ��

(* I decided to really only do the most recent Act On This because otherwise I'd be here all damn week trying to make a list and ain't no one got time to read that. 😂)

First off, it's not exactly a moment but like previously mentioned—just the general vibe of these interviews. It's so much more laid back and less professional (in a good way) so we get to see The Hot Mess Express™ in all of his glory and who wouldn't appreciate that small glimpse into his unfiltered chaos? These gifs literally happened within seconds of each other. Between him dropping his phone, struggling to set it right, then immediately breaking into dance, I get whiplash just watching.

2. I won't gif this one because he's so understandably private about his kids, but the moment when one of them bursts in not long after the above moment. And honestly, there isn't anything there to gif (again, not that I ever would) because boy was quick as lightning to turn that camera to protect his kid's privacy. 100/10. For all of his goofing off, Dad was quick to Dad™. And even with that distraction and the speed with which he remedied it—he still kept up with what Ross was asking and saying to him. For all the talk of how much of a class clown he is, it appears he can still handle his shit without missing a beat when it really matters and this was a prime example of that.

3. When he pretty much just admitted to being drunk during the Christmas trivia. Keep it real, that's how we like it. 😎

4. This one may be considered a boring choice but another one of my favorite aspects of the Act On This interviews is hearing him get to speak so candidly about his acting process. It's not something most actors really get to discuss in great length with traditional press anymore unless they're the pretentious, insufferable, method sort that make headlines with their extremes. But hearing him discuss how he tried to find ways to bring warmth to the character in The Inheritance made me even more interested in seeing it—to see how much of it they kept, to see if the attempts were even successful. He talked about adding humor because otherwise the audience might grow tired of these fighting siblings and he's right. When he finally does settle down and get serious, he gives incredibly insightful answers and I feel like his approach to most characters is just spot on. So yeah, a thoughtful answer that also increased my interest in an upcoming project is a major win.

5. It's happened over the course of a few different Act On This interviews so it's a bit hard to gif or anything but when either he or Ross mentions how frugal he is. 😅😂 He's got a five year old IPhone (which shouldn't be remarkable but lbr), his laptop supposedly only works if it's plugged into the wall, he'd rather have the money than a make-up artist, and I'm almost positive there are examples I'm missing. Love me a frugal king. 👑

6. I wouldn't call this one a moment really, more so just another example of why I love Act On This—for little pieces of insight and perspective like this. I like learning how people cope with different things and what tools they use, this one is also just very relatable because it's something I find myself also doing as I get older too (although not in audition rooms, obviously).

7. Similar to the last one, whenever he talks about how he's found ways to deal with nerves. It's especially interesting to me because I feel like I've seen a lot of chatter among fans as to whether or not he gets nervous but he's pretty transparent about how his nerves have sabotaged him in the past. It's something else that's relatable, when he discusses finding methods that work for him (mindfulness really is slept on). It takes a certain level of vulnerability to admit when you've been actively searching for ways to cope and it's admirable to hear anyone not just admit it but to encourage others to do the same. Plus, don't we all watch these hoping for those honest moments?

8. Because I'm a trash person and I wouldn't be me without admitting it...every single moment when he has the audacity to just exist looking like this. 🤷‍♀️ He was 🔥🔥and I'm honest enough to admit that the eye candy is certainly a perk of any Act On This interview.

Honestly, I could keep going but I will spare us all.

Of course there's the obvious mentions too, like whenever he breaks into song and/or dance. The Christmas trivia was a pleasure. And like most people, I also enjoy just any little personal tidbit he's chosen to share throughout the years, even something as simple as what beer he wants to drink or his love of house plants.

Overall, I appreciate these interviews because like you said, they're just so comfortable and engaging. Once he gets the wiggles out there's usually some really great advice or tidbits shared so I really watch these always waiting on those moments and anything else is just icing on the cake.

Hopefully this was somewhat of a satisfactory answer and bless anyone that's read this far. 😳

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longhands-the-second · 9 months

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Queer Trigun and why it feels so familiar to me:

(~1,500 words. Unfortunate mentions of white supremacists and general trimax subject matter incoming. Overly reliant on real world parallels. This is very much twins centric despite starting off with ww. I had a brain blast after watching stampede for the 7th time and this is very unorganized. This take is mid/incomplete and I know it.)

I’ve only read through volume 5 of Trimax, but I’ve watched both anime at least 3 times each. That being said, stampede spoilers and kind of implied Trimax spoilers. There’s one thing I know that happens with knives in the manga but I don’t have context so I didn’t include it.

Wolfwood isn’t a character I would immediately say reads as trans, but the further I get into the manga the more I feel like there’s something to that.

Traumatic puberty. Grows up VERY suddenly and in a horrific, painful way. He was functionally a child and I'm willing to bet he was treated as such. Sure he’s in his 20s now, but I can't imagine that goes away with age. People who know what you are will probably always look at you differently for it.

Trying your damn hardest to live with the hand you’ve been dealt. He has to conform to an authority or he dies, or his ‘family’ dies, or his one safe place is wiped off the fucking map.

Catholic Guilt (his relationship with religion isn’t something I’m equipped to discuss with any nuance. Apologies).

This one might be a reach, but he reminds me of when I was too insecure to take gnc people seriously. Like transmen who are also femboys, or mogai culture, or neopronouns. He tears other people (vash) down to conform to his worldview (i.e. murder is necessary and you should be able to fucking deal with it like I have all these years) instead of admitting he doesn’t want to live like that. I’m sure he knows this is wrong internally, like I did, but it’s about survival. God forbid anybody finds out you don’t just LOVE conforming to something “respectable.”

You should really get back in the box if you want to survive with any success, basically. He wants that for Vash so he can just Live. Vash is Not Fucking Having it.

That last point is why I think I generally find Vash more relatable. For the sake of this reading, he’s a more openly queer person, but from a place of privilege. He CAN afford to be accepting of people, to fight for them, to grossly over-empathize because of his position (long lived, functionally immortal because bugs bunny rules, etc etc). Irl this might be something like class and/or race (guy who knows he could flatten the planet with his “power” and is so horrified by it that it makes him feel like a monster, and the fact that he’s forced to do so makes him feel even worse [the fact that this is an innate part of him as opposed to a thing that society gives him muddies this and I recognize that]). Basically, he’s got white queer privilege, + he’s good at passing when he needs to. Wolfwood, in this scenario, does not have that. Vash realizes this post Emilio and makes it clear that he appreciates Wolfwood making an effort to change- That has to be terrifying from WW’s position.

Does this make Vash read as someone with white guilt and/or as a white savior? A little, yeah. Maybe I’m crazy (and very pale myself mind you), but this is how he’s read to me since coming back to this series. I may be able to attribute this partially to stampede just based on how Conrad likes to talk about Knives/independents as “superior in every way.” There’s no delicate way to say that Knives and crew seem just a little tiny bit like white supremacists. Do I think the Bible stuff plays into this? Yes. Am I qualified to speak on that? No. It just pokes the same place in my brain. This doesn’t necessarily need to correlate to whiteness, it’s just the nearest example in my brain to what I mean.

Now, as far as the twins being queer goes, I have a LOT to say about them. There’s hundreds of readings you could have, and I don’t want to flatten it to this metaphor specifically.

Reasons I read them both as trans and/or intersex:

From a group that is otherwise afab/afab adjacent/female coded. (Version dependent maybe. I can’t imagine we’ll get uh. Direct Confirmation in Stampede. They seem to be taking a much more alien approach.)

They are still very much plants, but they’re out of their “tanks.” Something something women being birds in a cage bc patriarchy. They’ve escaped it as long as no one finds out, but even then they have something to fall back on.

Nonhumans that were already at least a little GNC, therefore queer coded by default.

Vash has that T boy swag.

People think they’re gross, or unnatural, or a disruption.

Pretty much everything about the last few episodes of Stampede tbh.

Plants are, up to this point at least, all but stated to be angels which, generally speaking, are above gender entirely.

Regularly occurring themes of body horror frequently involving both feminine and baby imagery. (Hahahhahaha this is so much fun when you’ve got tokophobia guys it doesn’t fuck with me At All) (come back later for my ted talk on “is vash aroace or does he just hate himself? Or is it both?”)

Here’s the thing. They’re both queer. It’s just how they read. Here’s the other thing- Knives is fucking scared of humanity. To him, they’re the people who would readily rip him and his brother open just to see what makes them so strange (or for the sake of discussion, cishet people). It’s easier for him to just demonize them than grapple with the idea that most of them are Just People trying to survive.

Vash takes this to the other extreme. He affords everyone the same understanding and empathy, even if that’s not in his best interests. Even if they haven’t earned it. It’s similarly destructive but entirely focuses on him- he knows what he is, but more specifically what he’s done, and to him that means he deserves the abuse he gets from people.

To me this is the twins, who are of a species otherwise portrayed as all female, read as transmascs dealing with internalized misogyny. Hell, this whole damn thing could be about internalized misogyny. Maybe I’m telling on myself here, but that’s an incredibly compelling way for me to read Knives. I can understand him that way. I get it. Obviously he remains scummy and abusive, but the fear is something I know well. This post (Trimax spoilers) is much better at explaining a lot of this than I am and I’m eating it right up.

Knives surrounds himself with other marginalized people on purpose, so he doesn’t have to face his fear. Instead of building community, trying to fix things, he tries to make everybody fear him. He’s unironically a “kill all men” feminist. Or I guess in this case a “kill all straights”? “Kill all humans” environmental activist? You get the picture. He likes scaring them because it makes him feel like he has control. Beverage bitch needs to feel safe and he can only do that if he’s the biggest, scariest motherfucker around, and it’s not hard for him to pull that off.

In Stampede, Knives has these corpses of plants hanging around. Personally I take this as him making their suffering about him (again, kind of a privileged queer thing to do). Am I saying this would never happen to him? No. Am I saying it’s substantially less likely because of his abilities and/or appearance? Yes. He has that same kind of power that Vash does and he does NOT use it responsibly. In this way he’s kind of a Caitlyn Jenner- “fuck you, I got mine.” Less in the suck up pick me way though. I think he’s still holding on to ideas of masculinity that just hurt him.

Knives is a lot of contradictory extremes at the same time, and that’s why I think he’s so fucking fascinating. On some level, he IS doing this for his brother and other plants, but isn’t he just viewing them as extensions of himself? At what point did he go from justified fear to Human Extermination? There’s a very real and very complex way that humans and plants interact with each other. I don’t want to flatten that into making it all real world adjacent. This is just thought soup, and I would love it if y’all threw a little something in it to make it less bland.

BASICALLY, this is just one way to take a lot of this. You could take Knives in a completely opposite direction and still have a valid point. It’s all very messy idk idk.

***I am not immune to blind spots and I generally don’t post shit like this, please be patient lol.***

#trigun #trimax #trigun stampede #trigun maximum #trigun meta #I’ve been sitting on these thoughts for a Minute #Tristamp vash is so intrinsically trans to me #listen I LOOKED LIKE THAT as a kid. I SOUNDED LIKE THAT TOO. ugh ugh ugh #I’m not ready for the rest of the manga guys I’ll combust irl

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spira-fae · 1 year

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Kinda had a thought earlier abt the ghouls that became a headcanon so might as well throw it here dkdhsjsh Apologies for how messy and unorganized it is

Quintessence is believed to be the element that makes up the celestial bodies, so my mind kinda went to some like biblical canon roots (because i might as well put the religious trauma to some use) and basically- what if the quintessence ghouls (who i sorta see as basically demons) were some of the first fallen angels? The other ghouls were formed in the pure essence of the other elements, but seeing as the heavens are now unattainable, there's a limited number of quintessence ghouls that can exist... Ever, really.

The Quintessence ghouls aren't necessarily stronger or more powerful than any of the other ghouls, but due to their limited numbers and age, they do generally get a certain level of respect from the rest of the ghouls and hell in general. They've got memories of everything that even pre-dates the creation of the earth, so they're kinda intimidating.

(Not related to my tangent but I think Satan would rock it as a rhythm guitarist if he ever decides to do a side-quest or smth)

From what I understood on like five minutes of looking stuff up online, quintessence also seemed to be regarded as a cure-all for ailments and disease, so maybe the Quintessence ghouls also act as healers in a sense. They can't fix everything, but a lot of small aches or pains are within their territory.

When the Ghost project started out, the clergy didn't exactly understand the ghouls very well. They knew they were hellish creatures that did a lot of blasphemous things, (and corporate things as well) but they didn't really understand the hierarchy, so to speak. So they more or less just had some people reading out the summoning instructions from a tome kinda like someone tries to read a cookie recipe from a blog that has seventy ads encasing the entire page. It took them years of trial-and-error with summonings and living with ghouls to actually understand how they work

They learned a little bit about how ghoul packs work, what they do in hell, and many more things. What caught the clergy's attention, though, was learning how the ghouls are made. Though they had figured out the basic necessities to form most of the ghouls, quintessence remained a mystery to them. What they did know stoked their curiosity, though.

They attempted, just once, to change a ghoul's element. They never did it again.

(It turns out pissing off one of the oldest creatures in the universe because you fucked with his pack is a terrifying experience! The new siblings of sin don't really know if they should believe their elders, though; Aether's one of the nicest ghouls in the entire bunch!)

#the band ghost #headcanons #aether ghoul #i like the idea of the 'nice guy' in the group also being the one person you never ever mess with #i've got so many thoughts about the ghouls i promise it isn't just aether im thinking of all the time dkdhkdbdhd #i really thought i would be normal about this band now here i am developing an entire headcanon for how the ghouls work #the one time the clergy tried to element change a ghoul was dew #and this was before they discovered that some ghouls just have multiple classes naturally because of how they were made #they sicked copia on some summoning books and he came back one day with two multi ghouls #no one has figured out how he did it yet because he won't tell anyone #and the ghouls wont either they think its fucking hilarious

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shesgoldenlikedaylight85 · 2 months

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Maybe an introduction is in order..

My name is Krystal Lynn (with no defined last name currently..thats another story). I am the lucky mom to 3 beautiful children,a son Riley(20), Chloe Mae(6) and Eliana Taylor Grey(2). Before my children, my life was nothing much to live for, nothing I wanted to live for anyways. I was SA'd from age 3 to 13, around 9 or 10 I became ill and would go through bouts of that with no answers for a very long time(until last year, Im now 38) When I was 22, my cousin/best friend Jesse was killed by an impaired driver. When I was 27, I was caught in the crossfire of a shooting(unharmed physically..had an angel that night). At 31 I met my now ex husband, married, testified in court against my father from the SA(the second court case), had 2 children over 6 years. Left in 2022, and currently going through divorce. Beginning of 2023 I was finally diagnosed with Chronic Lyme Disease. Sprinkle in some other traumas, bad relationships, complete brokenness, loss grief...life. Now, I unravel all of that. Now I breathe. Now I learn who I am, truly, as I heal from my past and work towards healing the illness that plagued me most of my life. I mentioned the impact @taylorswift has had on my life in my initial post..the brain dump..because she is like a book. She helped me escape into another world in my mind. She helped me want to stay in the real one by weaving hope within her lyrics. Sometimes when you carry a lot of pain, the only thing you want to do is pour kindness into the lives of others. I made it a life mission from a very young age to do that...naive little me thought it would/could change the world. Thought it would give me worth and the ability for others to see value in me. Then Taylor started Swiftmas..and again I felt valid again..we may not change THE world but we can change A world. Even for a moment. I just wanted to be a light in the world. Just like Taylor. I felt seen. I carried that with me in a pocket in my heart throughout the years..that I wasn't the only one who cared about people..she does too. No one will likely take the time to read any of these posts but my God it feels good to just get words out again. I used to write to survive. It got me through my life but when I lost my cousin..the trauma I endured before that just flooded out of me. I think my brain just flipped a switch and Ive had writers block more than I havent. In hindsight, it was and has likely been the Lyme flaring up from the stress as well. My thoughts will likely come across unorganized and I apologize for that in advance. I will be sharing and writing here like a journal of sorts because I need to get this out of my mind and heart. There's freedom in releasing repressed thoughts and pain. I am desperate to heal. Desperate to live a beautiful life, to give a beautiful life to my children.

Until next time,

Krystal Lynn

#taylorswift #trauma #childhood trauma #lyme disease #healing

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unutteredd-soliloquy · 4 months

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Prospice

I have this thing that when I’m feeling overwhelmed and I can’t seem to breathe— like my lungs has failed me or there’s this pressure in my chest that I can’t shake, I would go for a walk or sit in an open space. I would listen to whatever shit playlist that I created for myself thinking it’ll answer my unorganized thoughts. And it helps, for the minuscule reasons— it works. But at this point, what if my walks come to an end— to a point that no road will lead me to where I need to be or want to be. That no matter how much I gasp for air, no open space or shining sun will take away what I feel?

I’m afraid to exist with this pain. And I know things will get better but for how long? It’s easy to say those lines but people tend to ignore the excruciating process of it. I’m at my breaking point and I don’t know how to pull away. I don’t know if I ever want to try and heal. Love and pain co-exist and I’m never good at handling both. Never was a good caretaker of my sanity and being.

Not being able to kill myself is the worst feeling and I’ve been thinking of going away. Of ending myself, and I’m scared of fucking it up that it might get everything worse. I don’t want to heal only for it be taken away. I don’t want to be in the cycle of finding myself again and being part of another only to experience pain all over again because pain will always exist.

I’m not a hopeful person— I tried but never was good at being good for myself, so what’s the point? Why go through all those efforts of healing and being better when I’m already aware of the end? I found out that I wasn’t made to be malleable— and I don’t have to be.

I know that considering this, is selfishness. People in my life will suffer because of this and I want to apologize for that, I did try to become better because I didn’t want to hurt anyone by being selfish so 6 years ago I looked forward and try, and now I’m here. Again.

If ever this will be read, I want people to know that it was indeed selfishness and it was clarity. And that I finally figured out that I’m destined to be brief.

I am grateful though. That even though I wasn’t able to get out of my fated mediocrity, I still had people. I had the best people in this lifetime. Sweet or bitter memories— I will treasure them up to my last seconds.

This is all on me. No one to blame. No reason to point. It is a selfish decision that I have concluded for myself.

I have laid out so many questions but the lingering ones right now is, when and how.

How will I go? When will it be?

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yes-i-write-fanfiction · 3 years

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I also had an idea that if a bot, you can pick any of your choice, had gotten cursed with being an organic for a set time frame and their human ally decides to shelter them in their own home and show them how the human world functions, what would they think? All of the culinary, entertainment, and various activities humans partake in regularly, showing how much more complex and lively being a human actually is.

Soundwave guessed it could have been worse. After all, he wasn’t dead, his mind was intact and as far as he knew what had happened to him could be reversed. Still, finding himself suddenly human wasn’t something he had ever wanted. It was a good thing that the decepticons had a trusted human ally that could look after him and his needs until he returned to his cybertronian self since he doubted that anyone on the Nemesis would have been able to accommodate his new biological form. All respect to his cassettes but Soundwave knew them well enough to know that putting his health and wellbeing in their servos would only lead to catastrophe.

Their human ally had quickly made accommodations for him in their humble abode without needing to be coerced into cooperation. They had even offered him their bed but Soundwave had politely declined, stating that the couch was enough for him. This is also where he was currently situated, sitting on the couch with his hands in his laps as he waited for their human ally to prepare him food. Truthfully, Soundwave felt it was embarrassing that he could do nothing to help prepare his meal but he knew nothing about how to prepare human food and was thus useless in this situation.

From the kitchen he heard the human prepare the meal they were going to share; lasagna, they had called it. They had also told him that he was free to do whatever while they were cooking, making a wide gesture at their home as they had. Problem was Soundwave had no idea what to do. He usually didn’t have much free time, always busy with the various duty being the third in command entails. And even when he was free he usually had to look after his cassettes which took up a lot of time.

Looking around the human’s home, Soundwave frowned. There was a TV but he had never been interested in human media so that was a no. Various magazines, newspapers and books littered the place but he didn’t feel like reading either. His frown deepened. Now that he thought about it, the human’s home was quite messy. There were clothes hanging on a chair, some cups and plates that had just been left there and things were unorganized. They clearly hadn’t expected any company, especially not a sudden roommate.

Soundwave stood up and started gathering the magazines and newspapers and put them in two separate, neat piles on the living room table. He nodded. Yes, that already made things look better. The home was still messy though. Filled with the sudden desire to see this place clean, Soundwave went to work. He folded the laundry and put it in a basket, organized the bookshelves so that everything was in order and piled all the plates on one another and put the cups on the top so that they could all be easily transferred to the dishwasher later. He had even begun to prop up the pillows on the couch when the human suddenly entered the living room.

Their eyes widened when they saw that Soundwave had begun cleaning their home. “Wow, I did not expect you to start cleaning. I��m sorry it was so messy in the first place, I didn’t know I would have guests over.”

“Human; no need to apologize. Soundwave; unexpected visitor.” Soundwave was about to say something more when he suddenly smelled something. The human’s cooking. Now, he had smelled human food before but never had it actually appealed to him. Now however, he found his mouth salivating at the enticing smell. His stomach made a loud, growling noise, and Soundwave was suddenly incredibly aware he hadn’t consumed any sustenance since his unfortunate transformation into a human.

The human smiled at him and beckoned him to join them in the kitchen/dining area. “Come on, food’s ready.” Soundwave followed them without a word.

The smell was even more intense in the kitchen and once again Soundwave’s stomach growled, louder this time. There was a slight pain there too, one that he assumed was meant to inform him that he was hungry. Crude but efficient, considering the fact that humans had no internal hud that showed them their own fuel levels.

On the table there was two plates already prepared with this “lasagna” on them. Soundwave waited for the human to sit down first so he could take the seat that they obviously meant for him. The human smiled at him and grabbed their eating utensils; a fork and a knife, Soundwave reminded himself, and he copied them. He stared down at the food and immediately felt at complete loss at what to do. Cybertronians didn’t “eat” like humans did, they consumed their fuel in fluid form, drinking it. Treats like rust sticks were an exception but those things didn’t need utensils to be eaten.

“Do you need help, Soundwave?” the human asked him upon seeing the clueless look in his eyes. Soundwave, too embarrassed to vocalize that he needed help eating, simply nodded. The human smiled kindly at him and carefully started showing him how to properly hold the knife and fork. Soundwave thanked Primus that he was a quick learner and soon he found himself capable of wielding the utensils. Now it was just actually eating the meal.

He brought the fork up to his mouth and took a hesitant first bite, despite his hunger. Immediately his eyes widened as he was overwhelmed by the flavor. It tasted nothing like energon or anything else he had ever consumed yet he found it delicious. The foreign texture felt natural in his mouth though he had to remind himself that he actually needed to chew the food to eat it. His excitement must have been visible on his face as the human laughed.

“I assume you like it?” Once again Soundwave just nodded before shoveling another bite into his mouth. The human started eating as well and together they ate in comfortable silence. When he finally finished eating, his plate completely empty except for some sauce, Soundwave finally found it in himself to speak again.

“It was... good. Soundwave; thankful for the meal.” He bowed his head lightly in respect for the human.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. I was worried that since you are actually a cybertronian you would hate the taste. It’s good to know that you can eat regular human food since otherwise I wouldn’t have known what to make for dinner.”

Soundwave blinked. “... Dinner?”

The human laughed. “Yeah! Humans need at least three meals a day after all. Though we can have a snack before then. Oh! I wonder if you’ll like ice cream! I have some in the freezer if you want to try some.”

Glancing at the now empty plate and remembering just how good the food had been, Soundwave couldn’t help but lick his lips. “Soundwave... Would love to try some ice cream.”

Perhaps spending some time as a human wasn’t so bad after all?

#transformers imagine #G1 #soundwave #humanformers #kinda

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binxyu · 3 years

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A psychopath? Choi Chanhee? You couldn’t believe that when you first met him, a scared man in an alleyway. You tried to just offer him some help before turning him in, but feelings got in the way of that plan and, before you knew it, you were cuffed to a guy you had fallen in love with.

>>Pairing: Choi Chanhee (dom) x fem!reader (sub) | psychopath!chanhee x cop!reader

>>Word Count: 3.8k

>>Genre: Oneshot / Requested / Smut

>>Warnings/Kinks: Aftercare, blood/injuries, blowjob, bondage, breast play, choking, corruption, creampie, extreme degrading, hair pulling, manhandling, marking, mental illness, murder/death, overstimulation, possessiveness, rough sex, scratching, unprotective sex, and weapons

You had heard the gunshot before you saw him.

You always went on patrol in the area so hearing such things wasn’t new to you, but the noise always made a shiver go down your spine.

Cause with the sound of a gun always came death or injuries.

Your heart pounded against your chest as you rushed towards where you heard the deafening sound, the light of the moon shining down against your badge.

Sometimes you had wondered why you even decided to take night shifts, quickly finding out that the most brutal of crimes took place when the sun was set.

Your fingers tightened around your gun when you rounded the corner into an alleyway, the walls covered in moss and old graffiti.

There you saw Choi Chanhee.

Quickly, you had noticed that he was bleeding heavily and you rushed over, putting your gun back in your pocket and pressing down on the wound on his leg.

“Hey! What the fu-“, you put a little more pressure onto the wound when the bleeding didn’t stop and slowly it did, blood now covering your hands. The man could only let out a groan from the pain.

“What the hell did you do to get shot?”, you mumbled and ripped off a piece of your sleeve to wrap around his thigh as he watched you curiously.

He stayed silent and you wondered why. You were a complete stranger even if you were a cop and you assumed he retaliate or say thank you, but he never did.

He didn’t until you noticed something to your right, a flash of a badge similar to your own.

There, laying eerily still, was another officer. One with a chest soaked with blood.

“Shit”, the word barely came out before a gun was pressed against your head.

“Turn slowly darling”, he ordered and you slowly turned your body to look at him.

What had once been such an innocent, and dare you say cute, face was now dark and corrupted. A smirk played on his lips as he watched a shiver go through your body in fear.

“Ah, I’ll take those~”, he cooed and took the handcuffs off of your belt. As he fiddled with it, the gun dropped slightly and you came to the conclusion that possibly getting shot in the shoulder was better than letting this psychopath get away.

You quickly grabbed the handcuffs and tried to cuff the man, gripping the wrist with the gun and pushing it away. A bullet pierced the wall behind you as the gun fell from his hand, landing with a clatter on the concrete.

You had managed to cuff his other wrist, but he grabbed your own and cuffed the other onto you.

Now, you were stuck together.

You reached for your gun but it was quickly knocked out of your hand, sliding across the concrete to beside the dead officer.

The criminal pushed against your chest and you were pinned on the ground, squirming and trying to push him off of you. You could tell he was in pain from the movement and you pressed your knee against his wound, causing him to cry out in pain.

“Stop! I’m not going to hurt you”, his words were lies and every logical part of you knew that. A bullet had barely missed your head moments ago, but his voice sounded so desperate.

“Then why in the hell did you shoot him?”, you gestured your chin up a little in direction of the officer.

“Because he tried to take me back”, you didn’t understand what he meant until your eyes trailed down to his chest, his shirt reading ‘Seoul Asylum’.

You had dealed with clinically insane criminals before but not one that was a murderer.

“Okay, calm down uh-“, you waited, hoping the man would tell you his name.

“Chanhee. Choi Chanhee”, you wondered why he trusted you enough to actually tell you, but you let that question slip your mind.

“Calm down Chanhee. You’re okay. No one is going to take you back”, the words came out of you softly and, much to Chanhee’s dismay, they calmed him. His breathing was slowly steadying.

You immediately realized he wasn’t really an evil person. He was just terrified.

You looked into his eyes and only saw emptiness. Thoughts flew through your mind about how much the man had been through.

“See? Nothing bad. Now, let me call-“, you were cut off by a rough shake of his head.

“No! They’ll take me back”, he whimpered and you couldn’t tell if it was a trick or not, but you truly felt sympathy for him.

“Chanhee, did the officer look like something scary?”, Chanhee looked at you and then back at the officer, a shiver of fear going up his spine before he nodded.

“What did he look like?”, Chanhee’s grip on your wrists loosened and you gently carassed his cheek to try to keep his attention on you.

“A monster. He looks so scary. Like a demon. Big horns and flames everywhere. He was going to take me back to hell”, of course he would associate the asylum with hell. You had seen the place.

Hell was an understatement.

“Okay, Chanhee listen. We can keep the cuff on and I’ll protect you, okay? I’ll take you to my place and help you. But, you can’t hurt anyone else, okay?”, you waited for his response. You got a slow nod and he got off of you cautiously, obviously still scared.

You weren’t really going to let him get away with what he did, but you supposed helping him a little wasn’t bad.

“Wait, do I look like a monster?”, you asked as you both got up together. Chanhee looked at you, glancing over your entire body and your face before he was sure and shook his head.

“No, you look like an angel”, you blinked a few times in surprise and imagined what he could be seeing, making you laugh at the thought.

“Okay, you have to grab the guns Chanhee. I won’t touch them, but we need them”, you knew those guns would be great DNA traces and you needed them with you and not some other criminal that walked by.

“Why?”, he asked innocently and you got the sudden urge to pinch his cheeks but you wouldn’t.

“Cause we wouldn’t want any other demons to find them and get us”, despite the seemingly horrifying words your tone was soft. Chanhee’s lip quivered and he nodded, quickly heading with you to pick up the guns.

He shoved them into his pocket after putting the safety on and stared at you. He seemed calm now, but you knew from past experience that that would only last momentarily.

“Let’s go to my house now, okay?”, Chanhee nodded and followed behind you as you started to walk, the cuff around your wrist digging into your bare skin whenever he lagged a little.

Once you were inside of your home, Chanhee looked around and he hummed. It was a beautiful sound and you wondered what he must sound like singing.

“Okay, lets take the cuffs off so you can shower”, Chanhee immediately shook his head in disagreement. His arms wrapped around your waist and his face went to settle in your neck, inhaling your scent. The gesture would’ve felt nice if it wasn’t for your cuffed arm being in a rather uncomfortable position.

“Chanhee... let go”, you had to remember your place and his. He was a criminal. Your job was literally to catch criminals.

Not shower with them.

The man surprisingly listened and let go of you, stepping back a little. He fiddled with the cuffs and then looked back at you, a glowing hue around you. You literally looked like an angel to him.

“B-but you’ll leave”, you shook your head immediately at his statement, trying your best to reassure him.

“I won’t leave. I promise”, you put your pinky out slowly, not wanting to startle him. He smiled slightly and linked his pinky with your’s.

Oh, his smile is cute.

You forced the thought out of your head.

Chanhee allowed you to get the key for the handcuffs and unlock them, the handcuffs falling to the floor.

“There. All better, see?”, you smiled as you rubbed your wrist. Chanhee smiled and rubbed his own.

Chanhee grabbed your hand and started walking towards the bathroom, sitting on the side of the tub before he looked at you.

“Can you check my wound?”, he asked you and you nodded, turning around because he’d definitely have to take his pants off for that.

“Take off your pants and drape a towel over yourself if you can”, you didn’t see it but Chanhee smirked.

He could’ve definitely taken them off himself and he knew that. He’s been through much worse injuries.

“I can’t. It hurts really bad”, he whined and you sighed before turning back around, a blush forming on your cheeks when you saw that Chanhee had already been working on unbuttoning his jeans.

He definitely noticed your blush as you started to unbutton the rest and pull them down his legs. You grimaced when you looked at his thigh. Luckily, the bullet had only grazed him, but you could tell the man had aggravated the wound because it looks more than inflamed. It looked enraged.

“Hold on”, you whisper and moved to get your first aid kit. Chanhee watched you as you grabbed the kit from your unorganized cabinet and came back. You kneeled in front of him and Chanhee had to do everything in his power not to grip your hair and force your head down onto his crotch.

“It might sting a little, but it won’t for long”, Chanhee nodded slowly, biting down on his bottom lip as you started to clean the wound. He groaned under his breath as the stinging started and you apologized gently.

“There. All better”, you realized he needed to shower.

“You really can’t take them off yourself?”, your arms crossed over your chest as the man shook his head. You shook your head as you started to help him out of his clothes, keeping your eyes only on his face as you did.

Chanhee admired your rosy cheeks as you finally got him free of his clothes.

Everything in his world was dark except you.

Little did you know that also included him.

Eventually, it had been months since you had become Chanhee’s light.

You couldn’t bring yourself to ever turn him in. Especially when he always made an effort to help you.

He was oddly sweet for a psychopath.

He stayed in your home. Where he believed he was safe. Sometimes he’d leave at night, but he always came back home to hold you after a rough day or to joke around with you.

The only thing odd was that the less demons he began to see, the more demonic he himself had become.

Fear no longer masked who he was and you slowly realized that because, while he was sweet to you, he began to despise everyone around you.

“Y/n...”, Chanhee whispered as he held you in his arms. He was usually this clingy when you got home from work. He hated your job.

Not because you were a cop and he was a criminal but because you were almost always in a dangerous situation.

And you always smelt like the criminals you caught or your coworkers who hugged you after a highly wanted criminal was put in prison.

Chanhee hated that more than anything else.

You quickly realized that much.

“Chanhee... I’m fine”, you giggled and wrapped your arms around him too, trying to reassure him that nothing was going to happen to you.

Tragically, you had let the man steal your heart.

You loved him.

A murderer. A psychopath. A criminal.

How fucking ironic.

“Why do you always come home smelling like someone else? It makes me jealous”, you watched as that signature pout came across Chanhee’s face.

If you didn’t know better then you’d say he wasn’t really angry.

But you knew he was fuming internally.

“Chanhee, we’ve been over this. I’m not your’s”, you spoke the brutal truth, feeling your heart throb a little when you saw him frown.

It was the truth.

Chanhee never confessed to loving you too.

“You are. I’ll prove it”, it was shocking to hear such determined words come out of his mouth. A wave of pure excitement went through your body.

“How?”, you mumbled and his finger immediately went to settle under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him.

“May I... touch you?”, the question was soft spoken with absolutely no hint of force, but it lingered in your mind for a couple of minutes.

Was this right?

Eventually, you decided you wanted him and nodded.

You could feel your heart beating even harder then before as Chanhee leaned his face closer to your’s.

That’s when you noticed a vast difference in him. His eyes were dark, shaded over with lust.

He looked at you with such a primal desire that a wave of arousal went through your body.

“I feel like these are needed. They’re kinda why we’re together now”, Chanhee chuckled and you admired him as he took the handcuffs off your belt. You had never heard him laugh or chuckle. It was an amazing sound.

The cuffs were locked around your wrists, keeping them together behind your back. You squirmed as you got used to the knowledge that you were no longer in control.

“I always hated this damn uniform”, Chanhee gripped the inside of your shirt and ripped it open, something you didn’t think he would be able to do.

“Chanhee! I have to buy a new one now”, you huffed but he just shushed you and buried his face in your neck, kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin.

You looked down as he started to trail his finger down your stomach, noticing a small cross tattooed onto his left pinky. It was a small detail you had never noticed before, but it seemed to make the action so much more unholy.

Chanhee fingers started to work on unbuttoning your pants as he trailed his kisses down your body to your chest, swirling his tongue around your nipples.

The sensation sent a shiver up your spine and a soft moan slipped past your lips. It was the first time Chanhee had heard such a sound from you and he perked his head up to look at you.

You could tell something had snapped inside of him.

A wall that kept the darkness from destroying his angel. It disappeared.

Now, all he wanted to do was destroy that beautiful innocence inside of you.

“Fuck, make that sound again”, he groaned and bit down on your breast, causing a louder moan to come out of you, “you sound so pretty”.

You weren’t sure if it was his words, the way his fingers were stroking your folds through your panties, or the bite but you were drenched.

“Get on your knees angel”, the pet name sounded like honey as it came out, his voice no longer cute but rough instead.

You obeyed. For once, you never questioned what you were told to do. It was like he had you under a spell.

Chanhee licked his lips at the sight of you, looking up at him with your hands bound behind your back and only your soaked panties left on.

He quickly worked on getting his pants and boxers off, the unnecessary fabric falling to the floor before he stepped towards you.

Your eyes widened at the sight in front of you. He was so attractive and big. You weren’t sure if you could take him.

“Open up”, he tapped his tip against your bottom lip and you whimpered before opening your mouth wide obediently.

“You really don’t have any shame, hmm? How cute”, he cooed as he slipped his cock into your mouth, waiting for you to get used to it before he was roughly gripping your hair and thrusting into your throat. His stomach was almost pressed against your face when he went all the way in.

You had never felt so used and needy in your life, rubbing your clothed clit against his shoe in hopes that the friction would satisfy you. Chanhee felt the movement and you would’ve called the sound he made a growl if it was any lower of a groan.

You hallowed your cheeks to suck him, hoping to bring him to his orgasm quickly, in desperate need of his touch. He twitched in your mouth before he came into it moments later, filling your mouth with his seed.

“Swallow”, he ordered as he pulled out of your mouth, moving his foot so you couldn’t rub against it anymore. You listened and swallowed the slightly bitter tasting seed, feeling it go down your throat and rub against the walls of it.

“Good girl”, Chanhee smiled and patted your head once he let go of your hair. He picked you up bridle style and walked towards your bedroom, tossing you onto your stomach onto the bed.

You moved to get up and his hand wrapped around your neck from behind you hard enough to leave dark bruises on your flesh. His other hand gripped your panties and tore them off your body, the sound of the fabric ripping filled the room along with your heavy breathing.

“Angel, your thighs are covered in it”, Chanhee chuckled as he ran his finger up your thigh to collect your wetness on it, sucking on the digit to taste you.

“You taste amazing too. Do you really want me y/n?”, he asked you as he walked across the room, grabbing a black sharpie off of your desk and coming back.

“I really really want you”, you nodded enthusiastically, but the sound of the lid on the marker coming off made you turn your head to look at Chanhee.

He hummed and smiled at you, making your cheeks go a rosey red. Chanhee started to dig the marker into your skin, writing degrading words along your perked ass and curved back.

Words that showed you truly did belong to him.

And in the middle of all the ‘cumslut’s, ‘whore’s, and ‘needy bitch’s was Chanhee’s name in big bold letters in the middle of your back.

He leaned back to admire his work and licked his lips, rubbing your ass with his hands, causing some of the black ink to smudge.

“Are you ready?”, he asked, just a hint of the cute boy you once knew was there. He really needed to know if you were okay.

“I’m ready. Everything is okay”, you smiled slightly with a nod, your legs trembling when you felt Chanhee rubbing his tip against your folds.

Slowly, he pushed himself inside of you, knowing you had never done something like this. It felt like he was made for you, filling you to the brim as you cried out from the stretch.

His hips pressed against your ass, finally all the way in. He stayed still as he waited for you to adjust, groaning when you clenched around his length.

“M-move please”, the words came out in a stutter as your eyes rolled back, completely overwhelmed in pure ecstasy. Chanhee smirked and started to rough go in and out of your tight cunt.

“Fuck, you feel so amazing”, he groaned as he brushed against your g-spot, causing your back to arch. You had never felt so good and Chanhee wasn’t going to stop until he was sure of this fact.

Chanhee gripped your hair to pull your head back as he fucked you, moans falling from your lips as the pain and pleasure mixed. His other hand gripped your hip, his nails scratching the skin as his hips pressed against your ass. The marker smeared even more, showing up on his stomach and hips.

“Who do you belong to?”, he groaned and you struggled to get any words out. He knew that. He wanted to watch you struggle to compose yourself as he absolutely ruined you.

“I-I’m y-yours! All yours!”, you screamed out and he smiled sweetly, a sharp contrast to his words.

You clenched around him again, your pussy throbbing around his cock. You started shaking and you felt a knot start to form in your stomach.

Without warning, you released. Your cum coating Chanhee’s dick that was still thrusting deep inside of you. He didn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop.

Tears welled up in your eyes from the overstimulation. Heat engulfed your body as Chanhee leaned more into you, his chest pressed against your back so you couldn’t move.

Your hands gripped the cuffs around them to keep your mind intact. Otherwise, you probably would’ve already been fucked way beyond dumb.

“I’m going to cum angel”, you heard his voice in your ear but none of it had registered. You were too focused on all the sensations happening to your body.

Soon, Chanhee’s load was shot deep inside of you. You whimpered as you felt his cum stick to the innermost parts of you, a warmth erupting from the action.

He pulled out and you whined from the emptiness, but you slowly gained your sense back as your chest heaved in desperate attempts to get air.

“Are you okay?”, just like that, the cute Chanhee was back. The one that cared about your safety and wanted to hold you all the time.

It shocked you a little, but you smiled weakly and nodded.

“I’m okay”, your voice sounded hoarse from all the screaming and moaning so Chanhee uncuffed you before he went to get you a glass of water. He handed it to you once he helped you sit back up and you drank it, mumbling a thanks.

“I love you”, the words caused you to choke a little on your water before you looked at the man. He was serious. You could tell by his face.

“I love you too”, you spoke without thinking. Chanhee smiled and put his arm around your waist, placing a chaste kiss to the side of your head.

You two stayed there, cuddling and loving on one another. You were the only one Chanhee would ever want and he knew that. He’d never let anyone hurt you.

Sleep overcame you both until you woke up, hearing a familiar sound.

The sound of sirens.

Police sirens.

You quickly got up, startling Chanhee into waking up. He looked at you, his hair a mess and a groan slipping past his lips.

You heard the pounding on the front door and as the first officer ran in, the first pull of your trigger took place.

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i-need-some-mint-tea · 3 years

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Bottled up emotions

(From Janus’s point of view)

Word count: 1,082

TW: caps, yelling, burying emotions, implied depression, implied u!patton

I had already internalized that I was a flaw. I have always heard it, whether it be from Virgil, Roman, or Patton. I never really believed them, but the more something is said… the more you think it’s true. It is true! I am a flaw, only chains holding Thomas down. Thomas had probably always believed I was a flaw. Though… when he said it, I didn’t expect it to hurt so much. Yes, I always knew he saw me as a flaw, though I would’ve never expected it to be like shards of glass in my chest. Like Roman’s sword straight through my heart. Up until that point, I had a tiny bit of hope that Thomas didn’t see me as a flaw. That hope was shattered as soon as he said those words that I was only here because I was a flaw.

So I hid that pain. I mean, I am the embodiment of lies, am I not? I am part snake, most commonly represented as liars! I hate my scales. They remind me that I am but a flaw. Something holding everybody else back. I thought Lovecraft would help. That I’d feel something other than this… this guilt. Reading helped at first! It drowned out all horrid feelings, and bad thoughts. But it slowly lost its zest that once so enchanted me.

It had never occurred to me how much I was withdrawing from the others until Logan came to check on me. He asked if I was okay, and I said I was. I knew that he knew that something wasn’t right, but he left me in peace. Though once he left, I was hyper aware of this loneliness that I had buried. Others came to check on me, and left. They asked what I was doing, and I said that I was engrossed in a book.

I was left alone in my room, the warm glow of the fireplace no longer comforting me. There were books strewn across the wooden floor, with my shelves of books unorganized. Then, I heard a knock. I grumbled, “Come in..” and Logan stepped in. “Janus, I do have a suspicion that something else is going on,” he said, walking up to where I layed on my bed. He pulled up a beanbag and sat in it, facing me, waiting patiently for me to speak. I sighed, “Logan, I am fine, I assure you.”

Logan smirked a bit and I knew he was about to pull a fact on me. “The most common falsehood told is people saying the words ‘I’m fine’ despite, in fact, not being alright.” He continued, “You, from what I gather as well as your state, just said a falsehood.” Sometimes I forget how very smart Logan is. “Janus, by your body language, you’re stressed. You’ve enclosed yourself in here for two weeks. Something has got to be wrong,” Logan looked at me intently.

“I’m..” I was about to finish that statement when a wave of emotion washed over me. I was about to cry. “I’m.. I’m not fine. I haven’t ever been fine,” I choked out as I started to cry. At first I tried to hold back the tears, but then I couldn’t. All those feelings hit me like they were a hurricane and I was a lone house. I put my face in my hands. “I’m just a flaw. Almost everyone says it, even Patton once did! You know I’m just a flaw!” I spat. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up, and I saw Logan looking at me. For once, he was showing emotion on his face. He looked genuinely concerned.

“Janus. You are not a flaw-“ he began, but I cut in, “I am! I always have been! Look at me, I am a goddamn snake. A SNAKE! A LIAR! I only make it harder for everyone, even Thomas said so! You see how Patton looks at me, he looks at me like I’m some sort of goddamn disease! I hate my scales, look at them! They remind me of everything that I CAN’T be!” I had stood up, looking down on Logan. “I am not anything useful! I’m not something as essential as logic!” I gestured at him, “I’M A LIAR, I’M HORRIBLE AND BAD! NOBODY LIKES ME, NOT EVEN MYSELF! I’M JUST THIS FUCKED UP PART OF THOMAS WHO NOBODY NEEDS! I AM NOT NEEDED!” I yelled. I suddenly felt so tired and sad. I collapsed onto the floor. “I’m… not needed..” I whispered, half to myself.

I felt Logan grab my shoulders. “Hey. You are needed. You’re needed for self care, you’re needed for preservation.” He pulled me into a hug. “You’re needed. You’re essential,” Logan murmured. He dryly laughed, “Sometimes I don’t feel needed.” “What? How? You’re logic!-“ then I remembered how nobody listened to him. I even put him on the sidelines. I wriggled out of the hug. As he met my eyes, I looked away. “I want to apologize for putting you on the sidelines, Logan. I shouldn’t have done that,” I said earnestly. “It’s quite fine. I’m used to it,” he answered, seemingly confused why I apologized.

I looked at him again, “You shouldn’t be used to it. It’s not right. Out of all of the sides, you should be listened to the most. But you’re not. You should be heard and seen, you have interesting things to say and bring to the table.” Logan tilted his head and looked thoughtful for a minute. I quietly chuckled, he always takes a moment to think. It’s quite endearing. I love when he does that. He always says something so insightful after. Logan started to speak again, “Well, while you are right that I should be listened to, you should also be listened to.”

I laughed, and Logan looked confused, “Hey, if we continue to say how the other needs to be listened to, we’ll be here for hours.” Logan adjusted his glasses, “I suppose you are right,” he says. “Logan? Thank you for… y’know,” I shrugged, “caring about me.” Logan chuckled, “It’s common human decency. Also, I know you’d do the same for me,” he smiled. Logan started to leave.

“Wait!” I yelled, then cringed at how needy I must sound. Logan turned around, “Yes?” I hesitated, “Would you like to stay and talk about Edgar Allen Poe or Lovecraft?” As soon as I said that, Logan lit up. “I’d love to,”

@imma-potatoo, I know you said you’d like to be tagged... so... here it is! Hope you enjoy!

#loceit #fanfic #TW bottled up emotions #tw caps #angst with a happy ending #implied u!patton #sanders sides

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currently-exsisting · 3 years

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Coins & Coffee Shop (Akaashi Keiji)

Pairing: Akaashi Keiji x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Pure Fluff, Second Hand Embarrassment

Word Count: ~1.5K

A/N: You can't tell me Akaashi's demeanor doesn't scream dark academia vibes and I'm totally here for it. Also, this is my first post here so I hope you guys like it and I'm always open for constructive criticism! (ꈍᴗꈍ)

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Everyone has little aspects about them that make them unique. No one has the same features as anyone else but people do share common traits among each other. (Y/N) was known to be many things. She was intellectual, indecisive, inquisitive, sometimes lazier than she would like to admit. But above all these things, (Y/N) was an honorary member of the klutz society. It’s not that she chose to constantly trip on her own feet or overlook the miscellaneous sock that somehow found its way out of the laundry basket, it was just that the universe had placed some unspoken curse on her that bound her to these actions in her everyday life. Some days seemed to consist of fewer misdemeanors than others. Today was seemingly one of those.

(Y/N) had just finished her second interview of the week and so she went to treat herself at a small coffee shop located in the quieter part of town. Although it is labeled as a coffee shop, the young woman was never a fan of the bitter drinks most adults fawn over. Her typical order consisted of a medium-sized hot, Darjeeling tea. She preferred to use honey as a sweetener because it added a unique flavor otherwise unattainable.

She entered the small coffee shop and made her way to the barista to place her order. She didn’t give her surroundings much thought, her mind was wandering, thinking about the latest article she wrote for the local newspaper.

“Hello miss, how may I help you today?” She placed her order with a lopsided smile, her mind still not completely present.

“That will be $3.25 please.” (Y/N)’s fingers fumbled around as she was reaching for the correct amount of change, causing a few dimes and pennies to fall on the haphazardly cleaned floor.

She muttered a small sorry as she scrambled around to gather the few coins, mentally cursing the mere existence of them. Just as her finger reached to pick up the last coin, a stranger’s long, skinny fingers brushed up against hers.

“Oh thank you!” (Y/N) pulled her hand away after the stranger gave her the discarded coin. She hadn’t looked at his eyes yet, far too embarrassed to even look at his face.

That was until her stranger let out his first few words. “It was no problem.” Quickly (Y/N) raised her head, causing a sharp pain to shoot up her neck. Her slight grimace faded into a nervous smile, completed with wide eyes. The boy- no, the man in front of her was nothing short of angelic. His face could easily be mistaken for that of a Greek god. His slightly shaggy, raven hair fell on his forehead, framing his face. His cerulean eyes looked like they were unintentionally piercing into (Y/N)’s thoughts. And, as if he was able to use those eyes to read her thoughts, a small smile gracing his lips. (Y/N) were in the presence of an angel, there was no doubt about it. However, her heavenly daydream quickly crash-landed back on earth when the barista let out a forced cough.

(Y/N)’s eyes widened even more- if that was possible- as she realized her situation. She quickly tore her eyes off the stranger without another acknowledgment and turned back to the counter. She grabbed her tea, nodding her head in both gratitude and apology. (Y/N)’s mind, still hazy from the multiple levels of embarrassment she caused herself, didn’t conceive the idea that the man standing behind her was also in line and didn’t, as she previously thought, move away after helping her.

She whipped her whole body around yet again, itching with the idea of escaping the immense tension she created and misplaced her feet. Her legs tangled together like a braid, causing her to lose what little balance and dignity she had left.

It’s not that she meant to trip and spill her tea all over him; it was just the way of her people. People that she never disliked more than in that singular moment. (Y/N) looked up at the stranger, who was now holding her shoulders back to keep from falling over, for the second time in the span of two minutes. Except, this time he was covered in a light yellow-brown drink, his face contorted due to the hot tea burning his skin.

“Oh my goodness! I’m so so sorry!” (Y/N) scrambled to grab some napkins that were placed on the counter. She pushed him down into a nearby chair as she dabbed the napkin over her shirt. Her hands came across his abdominal area and she felt the hardness of his abs. Her indecipherable tangent of apologies paused and her cheeks flushed to an even brighter red.

It seemed as if the tea had cooled off because the man let out a small chuckle. His hand reached down to grab her wrist but he didn’t pull it away. (Y/N)’s eyes were still stuck gazing at the light brown shirt, speckled with unorganized dots of darker brown. When he grabbed her hand she slowly lifted her face. And without meeting his eyes, she let out another meek apology.

“It’s alright, you won’t be able to remove the stains or the dampness with a napkin. I was on my way home anyway so don’t feel bad about it.” His face had returned to the relaxed, nonchalant expression he had on previously. His cheeks were tinted a faint light pink color but he attempted to force the color to seep back into its typical hue.

“But I have to make it up to you somehow.” Her eyes wandered around the small cafe, thinking of something she could do for the gorgeous man. “Oh! Let me pay for whatever you were about to buy! It’s the least I can do and I am not taking no for an answer.” (Y/N)’s expression lit up as she stood back up from her crouching position. Her cheeks that had just started to lose their pinkish tint flamed up again when she realized the man hadn’t let go of her hand.

He slowly, almost reluctantly, let go of her wrist as he let out a small nod and stood up alongside her. “What’s your order?”

“A medium Earl Grey tea” The man, as (Y/N) had picked up, didn’t say or do more than was necessary. It wasn’t that he was careless but rather extremely reserved. Noticing this, (Y/N) let out another smile.

“Do you prefer tea over coffee as well? My favorite is Darjeeling but Earl Grey is delicious as well, it has a sort of musky yet elegant taste.” The man shook his head in another slight nod but this time it seemed as if he was more intrigued by the conversation. His eyes were focused on her as she placed the order yet again, this time paying in full bills instead of reaching for change.

(Y/N) turned her head around, slowly this time, after she got both their drinks. Her eyes caught on his piercing blue ones yet again and she felt her heart skip a beat. She acknowledged the upward tilt of his lips but decided not to comment on it. “Do you mind if I join you?” Heading towards a pair of chairs set around a mini coffee table by the window. The man simply shook his head and sat across from her. They conversed about their lives for a bit until their drinks had cooled down and they seemed to be well acquainted with each other.

“Oh, where are my manners? My name is (Y/N) (L/N), and again, I'm so sorry for inconveniencing you.” She took a sip of her tea and placed it down on the table.

“Akaashi Keiji; and like I said, don't worry about it. You do have a way of attracting clumsiness though.” (Y/N) looked away, embarrassment creeping up on her again.

Nodding her head she let out a sigh, “I can’t help it. The more I think about fixing my klutzy nature, the more it becomes prominent.” She reaches her hand to grab her cup. “I need some sort of anti-klutz device.” Rolling her eyes, (Y/N) wasn’t exactly paying attention as to where her hand was headed. Just as her wrist knocked the edge of her cup, Akaashi’s hand jolted out to hold the drink steady. (Y/N)’s brows crinkled and she rested her head in her hands in frustration. “See!”

Akaashi’s smile grew larger.“I don’t know about an anti-klutz device but I’ve had my fair share of clumsy friends so I can be of some assistance.”

(Y/N) peaked out from between her fingers, “You mean you want to willingly spend time with a hazard such as myself.” She said that as a joke of course, but Akaashi still nodded in his nonchalant manner.

“ Did you know that it is a person’s nervous system that causes them to be more or less clumsy?” he hummed and continued, now looking at the young woman in front of him that had him infatuated in her, “I can’t change your clumsiness, but I can be there to catch you if it causes you to fall.”

#akaashixreader #akaashikeiji #akaashi x y/n #fukurodani #akaashi fluff #fluff #x y/n #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fic #oneshot #coffeshop #coffee shop aesthetic #x female reader #x fem!reader #cute

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wayhaving · 3 years

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8 & rory/a for the physical affection prompts? 😊

my head’s getting heavy, pressed against your arm

HI!! TYSM!! (i lovvvveeee your writing btw!!!) 🥺😭💕

(again this is so so so old, i’m finally finishing all these like MONTHS old prompts. 😭)

8. brushing hands by accident

she’s not drunk.

she’s not.

the wobble of her too-high high heels, nor the smeared streaks of mascara around her eyes, nor the strap of her deep red dress falling down her shoulder told the story of a drunk woman, which she is not.

at least that’s what she’s telling herself.

what she’s not telling herself, is the all-true story of the night, and the events that unraveled leaving her to her disheveled state—and if she has her way the amount of alcohol she’d consumed would leave it that way, completely unbenknownst to the mistakes she’s made tonight.

the moon shines heavy on her, interrogating and illuminating all that she wishes to hide, and she feels vulnerable. vulnerable to the things that go bump in the night, ones she’s so woefully aware of now, but more so vulnerable to the people.

the people of wayhaven, her friends, her family, her team. and really, just the one specific member that has her turned all inside out, except now she’s completely bare and it’s not his fault (and she almost wishes it was).

they can see her. their eyes are on her. the eyes are watching and they can see her stumble on the sidewalk with her purse clutched lazily in her hand. they can see her with tears in her eyes and messy dark hair that’s fallen out of its intricate updo.

and as much as rory wants to lay the blame on everything but her, (on the night, on the present, on him—adam) she has no one else to blame but herself, and that’s possibly worse than anything else.

she sniffles, running a hand down her face, the cool air of autumn a welcome breeze to her reddened face but a terrifying sting to the rest of her body—the tiny maroon dress did nothing for insulation.

it was a beautiful dress, with ruffles down the side hugging her curves, low on her chest showing everything it needed to and more, held up by thin straps. when she put it on, she didn’t think she was doing it justice, and now, it feels even worse on her skin.

a stupid, stupid mistake.

an expensive one, and now she has to pay.

but even still, the mistake doesn’t live up to the pain, it doesn’t live up to the sting of rejection or the gullibility of her actions. a fool, she thinks, i’m an absolute fool.

to think he was interested, to think he truly meant those apologies, and all they were good for— platitudes whispered like sweet nothings in my ear and i fell for it.

and then she thinks, perhaps, she’s desperate, looking for affection and validation in anyone, because of who she couldn’t get it from. but then fuck that, love is not life and they should never intertwine, and she’s never thought of herself to be so helpless but here she is, wide-eyes rimmed with red, heart dutifully open and on her sleeve. because love is in her heart and she has a lust for life.

but she’s not like this, she doesn’t do this.

she doesn’t dress up like this, drink as if it’s the end of the world like this, cry a river on the sidewalk like this.

but, he’s got her fucked up like this, drunk under a streetlight like this, making critical mistakes like this.

and she hates it, loathes it, abhorred by the choices she’s made to garner attention from the only man she’s ever wanted it from, it makes her skin crawl. that he has such an effect on her. that she brought herself to this conclusion, that... bobby was her salvation.

and she was wrong.

she knew it when he called her late at night asking if she wanted to get dinner soon. she knew it when she bought a sexy red dress from the store at the very same time adam’s patrol was cutting through town. she knew it when bobby was an hour late to the restaurant. she knew it when bobby had called her baby, and apologized, kept his hand on her thigh. she knew it when he left in the middle of date.

she knew it when she found him in the alleyway on the phone.

she knew it when she heard him say, “i’m pulling the information from her now.”

“yea, she’s easy—she has no idea.”

and she knew she fucked up. she knew he could never change, that he’s just the same as he was during her college days. just as sleazy, and just as manipulative, playing on her weaknesses.

and it’s sucks, falling for the obvious. being told there’s a shooting star in the sky, and looking up only to be the fallen victim, laughing-stock. when he said jump, she jumped and didn’t even ask how high.

she decides it doesn’t matter, not now at least. it comes and goes in waves, and right now she’s determined to hold on to a little bit of her dignity. she wipes her hand under her eyes, black-stained tears collect on her fingertips, as she sniffles and takes in a shaky breath of air. it stings as it infiltrates her lungs.

the sky is inky, beautiful purple’s and blue’s, a sky she’s never appreciated before but it offers her some clarity. the stars whisper, a testament to her sins.

high-rising red brick buildings surround her as the town square comes into view, there’s a lack of people wandering around, and for good reason. the clock atop the library reads ‘1:34 am’.

rory doesn’t even see the man across the street, aviators tucked into his shirt, hands shoved in the pockets of his hands. and even though he’s close enough to tell, she doesn’t see the way his brows furrow.

he’s a million miles away and he’s just across the square, hidden behind evergreen leaves and branches sticking out like thieves in the night. and he watches, from afar, wondering, feet twisting. does he go?

there shouldn’t have been a doubt in his mind. that once he saw her in obvious distress, his arms should be around her but things are never cut so clear. things are never left out to dry like this, and feelings are so messy. yet adam wants so badly to get his hands dirty. he’s a white shirt and she’s every bad decision he’ll ever make.

so, even though it takes a second (several, actually) he makes his way over to her. his hands are nervous in his pockets, he can feel the cool air on his face like he’s never felt it before, it freezes, cuts on his sharp jaw. everything is amped up around her.

and it’s dangerous to feel things so intensely—feel these feelings, at all.

when he nears her close enough, she turns her head. immediately, her posture strengthens, she picks up her fallen strap, and forces a smile.

“detective.”

“agent.”

his mouth twitches and he threatens to say something he’ll regret, stops himself from gathering her into his arms, and taking her home. reprimanding her for her decisions, brushing the hair from her face and telling her it’ll be alright. leave her warm and comfortable and say goodnight like all of the good boyfriends do. like real people do.

but he doesn’t even bridge the gap.

he thinks it’s already been burned.

he shouldn’t have said it to her. said that she means nothing to him. that she’s just a causality. a mistake. an error.

he shouldn’t have turned his back. shouldn’t have left her wanting. shouldn’t have kept her tucked in his pocket, folded up in discretion. shouldn’t have held her once and said never again. shouldn’t have left her in the rain standing at the warehouse door. shouldn’t have kissed her and forgot the taste. shouldn’t have told her goodbye and shouldn’t have held her eyes in his own.

he shouldn’t have loved her. love her. he shouldn’t have kept it to himself.

but he did, and he does still. he still feels the ignorance on the outside, terrible sweetness in his veins. someone should’ve told him honey burns more than vinegar.

and somehow his heart never intervenes. but god, it longs to. but he knows irrationality, all too well, and it always stops him. always pulls him back. the draw. he’s never as far along as he wants to be.

an apology is on the tip of his tongue, cliches tipping the scales—its love. it’s love. it’s love. but the words are lost on him, as they always are. if only he could tell her.

so he sheds his coat, and before she can object he places it on her shoulders. he hears a sniffle as she pulls it closer. she doesn’t say anything, but the smile has faded and her lips are tight.

he doesn’t say anything either, instead he walks alongside her, hand dangling at his side. afraid to push her over, push her away. he swears, the trouble his mouth makes.

it’s minutes. or hours. time is malleable between them. it never makes any logical sense, like everything else trapped in their perfect storm. but rory’s apartment comes into view much quicker than either of them likes.

and then his hand brushes hers, and she stops. she turns to him and pulls her hand to her chest.

in the moment she wonders what to say, if there is anything to say. she’s content with the silence, everything has gotten so foggy, distant in her head, it’s all so fucked in her mind. there’s not much left to interpret, thoughts speakinf like tongues,

but adam opens his mouth, and rory cuts him off with the wave of her hand.

crickets scream quietly behind them.

“don’t,” she whispers. “you don’t have to say anything.”

adam wants to speak, by god, he wants to tell her everything he’s held back and all the problems he’s made and all the things he could resolve if only—

if only nothing, no ‘ifs’, ‘buts,’ or ‘whens’.

but then he was never a man of many words.

he waits, waits to gauge her reaction, but she walks past him, gathering her keys in her unorganized purse. stomping up the stairs to her apartment door, and adam follows. for safety, he thinks, but he’s there like a lost puppy.

she jams the key in the door, but she doesn’t turn it.

and then.

her forehead falls heavy on the doorframe. slumping down, and a burst of tears. adam works quickly to hold her up.

“i hate you,” she says, as he cradles her. head pressed against his chest as one arm reaches past her and to the key nestled in the door. he opens it, and pushes through.

“i know.”

he doesn’t bother to turn on the lights. he doesn’t need to. through the living room and through the kitchen, all the way to the bedroom in the back, he carries her, sets her down gently onto her sheets.

“i hate how much i need you.”

she sits up, and before she can protest he helps her with her heels.

“i hate how much i want you.”

he sets the heels by her bed, drops her purse on the nightstand.

and then he leaves into the kitchen, pours her a glass of water with a cup from the cupboard he knows they’re in because he knows her, he knows her space. he knows her home.

and he enters again, with the water, and an ibuprofen for the raging headache he knows she has.

“i hate how much i love you.”

he doesn’t stop, even though the shock should, but all he can do is drag his head across the floor in disappointment, in a somber sadness that only he created for himself.

“i know.”

so, he tucks her in and he kisses her forehead goodnight. he clicks the door shut. and in a whisper as quiet as he can manage—

“i love you, too.”

#yea this is cringy!!#what abt it!!#the wayhaven chronicles #twc detective #detective rory parker #twc #adam du mortain #writing

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lucky-bucky-boy · 5 years

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Fall

Pairing: None at the moment, eventual College!Bucky x Reader Word Count: 1960 Summary: Reader is introduced to the friend group Warnings: The pining has begun A/N: This is the second chapter of Boys Like you. Masterlist Here / Series Masterlist Taglist: @frenchzodiacgirl @johnnynunzio @all-art-is-useless @necromaniackat @sunflwerstark

Early morning alarms, blankets too warm to leave, a tinge of regret at the choice for a 9am class. Rustling of unorganized clothes, quick application of mascara and a hint of gloss, a cup of coffee in one hand and bag thrown over the other shoulder. Scurrying feet of people excited to start their first week of college, sluggish walk of those ready to get the year over with.

A bubble of anticipation as more chairs scraped against the floor, a need for the caffeinated drink that was almost gone, an observing gaze taking in every person. Mixed group of kids, some obviously freshman, a few looking like they were seniors probably needing another elective to graduate. A few cliqued together groups already forming: a few cheerleaders sitting together in the back, the group of nerds front and center, an oddly pretty blonde football player sitting to the right of the middle with presumably friends starting to sit around him.

They were intriguing more than anything as they filed in. The blonde sported a Letterman jacket that had “ "Captain” Rogers" on it, a girl with fiery red hair wearing all black, from the boots to her leather jacket plopping into the seat next to him, hand moving to ruffle his hair. Next was a tall man with a sharp stubbled jawline that exuded warmth, oddly followed by your dormmate Wanda, a gorgeous dark skinned girl that had flowing dark brown locks that curled naturally and perfectly and seemed like the type to keep to herself.

Finally was a boy who was far too handsome for his own good, bright blue eyes that were easily noticeable across the room, long dark brown hair pulled back into a low bun. A pair of grey sweatpants that hugged his thighs perfectly, a plain white t shirt, and his letterman jacket that read “Barnes”. His brooding demeanor quickly diminished when he saw him friends, breaking into a breathtaking grin, sitting behind the blonde.

Half a mind to go over there, the opportunity was ceased as the professor walked in, introducing himself as Dr.Strange and welcoming everyone to “A Walk Through World’s History”. An eccentric but strict and respectable man, one you easily found yourself respecting and wanting to please and impress.

Class went on smoothly, syllabus handed out, class introductions where thankfully anxiety didn’t get the best of you. The brunette introduced himself as “James, but everyone calls me Bucky”, and it was already decided that Wanda would be getting questioned about her friend. It was hard not to steal glances of him, but it was the first day of class and falling heads over heels for someone like him was not the best idea. It was difficult however with the teeth pulling redundancy of how first days went. It would be easier next class to not get distracted, there would be something to focus on, hopefully.

Classes melted together in their repetitive nature; “Hi. I’m your professor. Who are you? Alright next. Okay, so now for the syllabus.” A sigh of relief as the last class of Mondays was over and a hint of annoyance when the whole week ended up just as repetitive. It was expected, every first week of school is the worst to get through, easier to watch paint dry than to sit in a chair for hours being told and retold and lectured on policies and procedures of the college and classroom.

Friday held a beautiful forecast, the sun setting a warmth in the air as clouds danced across the sky, a slight breeze that made being outside all the more welcoming. Perfect weather to explore the campus or grab a blanket and watch movies until the dark of night. But that’s not what Wanda had planned.

A night earlier in the week spent rearranging the room, beds on either side of the room with both dresser at the foot of one and both desks at the end of the other. The two of you had set up a television and a few game systems which you assumed was for the two of you to relax. Except Wanda was more social than she seemed.

Nothing wrong with having friends over, but nothing could have prepared you for the group of kids that walked in as all the weeks homework was sprawled out on the bed and laptop open to some YouTube video, various snack wrappers littered on the mess as well. A slight feel of embarrassment as the group of Wanda’s friends from Dr.Strange’s class walked in.

Each and everyone one greeted Wanda before finding various places to sit in the slightly too small space. Quickly moving to clean up, a move too fast had you bumping into someone, looking up to see the brunette from class, a soft smile gracing his lips.

“Sorry,” you mumbled.

“Got everything, doll?” He asked, not letting you answer before helping you clean your bed off as his friends started catching up on what happened over the brief few hours they didn’t see each other.

He ignored your insisting that you had it, throwing trash away and stacking you papers neatly on your desk. “I’m Bucky by the way,” he smiled.

“Oh, uh, I’m (Y/N). Here sit, sorry Wanda kinda sprung it on me last minute that she invited you all over.” A mumbled apology as you fixed yourself on the bed, covering yourself up and grabbing your phone.

“Its all good really. You hungry?” He asked pulling his phone out.

“I uh- kinda? I can always eat.”

Bucky turned to look at his friends, “You assholes want pizza?” A chorus of agreements as his bright blue eyes turned to look at you. “What kind, doll?”

A night that ended up being more fun than anticipated. Anxiety fueled decisions kept any bad mistakes from being made. But with every passing moment an ache to be a little closer to Bucky would persist.

Throughout the night you grew to learn a little about everyone. Steve was the quarterback of the football team and a sweet little Christian boy who was a junior, along with the rest of his friends. They knew Wanda because of Sam, who played soccer with Wanda’s twin Pietro, and may also be the person Wanda had a crush on but that was something not yet confirmed. The pretty redhead was Natasha, a child of Russian immigrant parents who grew up on the rougher side of town and had a mean exterior, but was a softie at heart.

Then Bucky. Real name James, but he adopted the name Bucky, a shortened version of his middle name. He was a junior, majoring in pre-law with a minor in business. He could speak fluent Romanian and Russian. And was a ladies man.

It was obvious really, but something about the confirmation made a tinge of pain fill your chest. He was so sweet and gentlemanly, a kind and courteous nature with an almost mysterious smile making every girl wonder what he could be hiding. It would be so easy to fall for him.

A silent promise to yourself as they all left, you wouldn’t become another notch in his belt. Despite the dazzling smile he gave you, and the warm hug, the thanks for letting them intrude, the slide of his (and the rest of the groups) number into your palm with a lingering touch. You wouldn’t be his next prey. Your mother warned you of boys like him.

The sound of way too earlier alarms for a Saturday morning, the smell of coffee brewing, the warmth of the sun creeping in through the blinds, a groan as you turned to your dorm mate who was already wide awake on reading a book.

“Good Morning!” She chirped at you, eyes never leaving her book.

“Why’re you up so early?” Another groan as you say up, stretching the last bit of sleep from your muscles.

“Well, me and the rest of the group decided that every Saturday morning we’d all have breakfast together. And per someone’s request who I am not allowed to say, I was to wake you up and see if you wanted to join us.” Wanda finished her sentence as she sat her book down on her night stand. “Care to join the living for a quick breakfast before all of them head to practice?”

A soft sigh as you grabbed your phone, checking the time to read 7:30 am. “How long do I have?”

“We’re meeting them at 8:30, figured I’d give you enough time to shower if you wanted.”

A soft nod as you stood. “Sure, but,” a playful glare sent her way, “Next time, I’ll hide your phone charger so I can sleep in.”

A soft melody of a giggle, “Noted. Now go get ready.”

A warm shower that wasn’t quite long enough, a quick application of mascara and lip gloss, a warm fuzzy light blue sweater and a pair of black high waisted jeans, worn out converse - perfect way to start the morning of an all too chilly summer Saturday. Wanda led the way as the two of you chatted, it was becoming easier to call her your friend. Sure she was from a more wealthy family, and could sometimes be a pain, but she was down to earth and genuine with every word.

It had only been a week and she was already pushing you to be out of your shell. A passing comment you thought that went unnoticed about hoping to find more than one friend this semester and she had already introduced you to a whole group. A good hearted, strong souled girl you couldn’t help but admire.

Walking into the food hall, the groups of varsity jacketed boys was quick to find, heading in their direction. This time Wanda’s brother was there as well as a smaller boy. Standing off to the side awkwardly you watched as Wanda tousled her brothers hair, standing behind him for a moment before hugging him while he sat. “Is the white hair helping you get any like you hoped?” She teased, earning a laugh from everyone in the group.

A prayer that Wanda would acknowledge your existence again was cut off by a warm hand on your shoulder, turning your attention you saw Bucky, smiling warmly. “Hey, (Y/N/N),” he hummed softly. “Since Wanda is preoccupied - Hey, Pete,” the smaller boy look up from his plate of food, smiling softly, “That’s Peter, hes the kicker for the football team. And the boy with silver hair is Peitro, Wanda’s twin brother who you will very quickly come to learn it 7 minutes and 42 seconds younger than her. She pulls it a lot. Hes on the soccer team, not sure what position though.”

The warm smile never left his lips as he pulled his hand away. “Go grab your food, you can sit next to me when you get back.”

A breakfast that quickly reminded you of breakfast at home, laughter and grumbled groans of tiredness, too much food and a warmth that just embodied happiness. Jokes and smiles, everyone stealing off of each others plates.

The insistent nagging in your ear to remind you not to glance of Bucky too often, the flutter of your heart you tried to ignore whenever his leg would briefly touch yours. A slight blush when he was so kind as to even take your plate and clean up your mess without even asking.

As the group begin to leave, Steve came up to you, a soft welcoming smile on his face. “You don’t have to be a stranger in class now, mkay?” His voice has a slight tease to it. “You’re one of us now. And don’t let Barnes scare you off.”

#boys like you #bucky #bucky barnes #james barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #james barnes x reader #bucky fluff #bucky barnes fluff #james barnes fluff #college!bucky #college!bucky x reader #college!bucky fluff #college au

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ng-stowaway · 5 years

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gen:LOCK ep.6

This was an eventful and painful episode which starts off with a RvB reference.

Pets start with the fact we were almost right about Nemesis, it is chase but has nothing to do with the nano tech. We also find out that Nemesis was trying to say "kill the copy"

Next we have the beautiful death by ballet from our otp I mean this was just soo beautiful and elegant. This right here is the big gay

From the beginning I got Ozpin vibes from Dr. Weller as if he was hiding something but I was happily wrong... Weller is just best dad

And this shit hurt me

(I apologize if this post is unorganized or not the best it can be I'm trying to get the hang of reviewing episodes that everyone will enjoy reading so of you have any ideas on how I can improve please feel free to tell me)

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nightmaretyrantvantas · 5 years

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Gracie lucio writing wips if any of you were curious(to perhaps be posted soon)

Normal universe writings

She looked into Damian’s eyes uncertainly, briefly convince he was trying to prank her. There was no way he was deciding now, in a locked cell in a mission gone so wrong, tied together and both hazy from injuries, was the best time to talk about their feelings.

Even though his eyes were a little glazed over from either the pain of the head injury and stab wound or the small delirium of his slight blood loss, they were stubbornly determined and fierce as he leaned his face closer to hers. She caught a wisp of his shampoo from how close they were and ‘oh sweet moon goddess he’s fucking serious’ now was NOT the time for her to get all flustered this was a serious situation and she needed Damian to be more focused and maybe a tad more lucid.

~~~

“ Hey Dick?” The thirteen year old’s companion gave her his attention from his position beside her as her reading cushion, the two of them having curled up after a long patrol in the rain on a self made nest of blankets and pillows beside the lit fireplace. The bright blue eyed boy smiled and rested his chin on top of her head from where it was nestled against his shoulder.

“ Yeah Gracie?” She took a small breath and glanced up at him while setting aside her book. She had been reading and re-reading the same sentence over and over again for the past half hour, deep in thought and decided to banish any negative ones right away. She reached out and found his hand, gripping it tight seeking a comfort he gave by twisting his body so she rested against his chest.

“ You’re always going to be my best friend right?” He smiled at the question and and chuckled softly.

“ Of course silly. Best friends forever. We promised after all.” She was quiet for a moment and looked ahead of her.

“ So...we’ll always be together right? You...you wont leave me like everyone else right...?” The only sound for a few moments was the sound of the rain pattering on the window and the snap and crackle of the fire. Dick’s other arm wrapping around her in a hug as he squeezed her hand.

“ I’m not leaving you. We’ll stay together...no matter what.”

~~~

I heard the safe house door open and I looked up tiredly from the couch, huddled up in the smoke scented leather jacket that was much too big for me to look at the tall man I considered my friend.

“ J-jason...” He gave a sigh and put out his cigarette in a nearby ash tray and sat beside me, ruffling my hair.

“ Dont worry kid, my buddy Roy is out there now diverting anyone who possibly followed us. From now on, until we hear the signal from Dickie, you are officially dead and off the grid.” I nodded and leaned into his hand almost desperate for affectionate physical contact. I was cold, tired, and shaken from the thought a silver bullet had almost pierced my heart a second time if it hadnt been for Jason and Roy. He didnt say anything about the way I pushed into his hand like he didnt mention the way I moved closer and curled into his side for comfort, trembling inside the warm confines of his jacket. All he did was ask what kind of take out I’d want for dinner so he could text Roy to pick some up on his way back, as he was starved but too lazy to go out himself at the moment. I shrugged meekly and stayed quiet, soon falling asleep in his scent and already missing my bed back in the tower...

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“ aaaaachoo!” The ten year old lycran whimpered in pain as she shivered under her quilts and blankets, sniffling through her stuffed up nose pathetically. She felt like she was DYING even as the small relief of a cold rag was laid on her burning forehead. She looked up blearily expecting to see the tall grandfatherly figure of Alfred above her checking on her and gave a slow blink when she saw Bruce’s even taller, bold, blurry shape beside her bed. She felt his big worn hand against her cheek and leaned against its coolness gratefully, cheek scratching against his callouses soothingly. There was another hand that patted her messy, tangled mop of hair and smoothed it down a little. He was talking to her but she was so tired she barely caught any words.

“ Bruce? Will she be ok...?” Dick’s voice floated into her ears and she opened her eyes, not even realizing she had shut them in the first place. Her eyes drooped and landed on on her concerned partner who now accompanied the large adoptive father figure, peering around his frame to look at her with wide worried blue eyes. She tried to tell him she was fine but the moment she opened her mouth a surge of fiery pain shot through her throat and made her hack and cough violently, leaning her now throbbing head further into her pillows with a miserable groan after.

“ Im not sure yet Chum...we cant have a normal doctor check her out so im trying to find someone trustworthy to examine her. For now, we should let her rest. If you’d like you can help Alfred bring her things while I go out looking for a doctor.”

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"Here."

She looked up at Damian a bit startled then down at the box he held in front of her. She blinked once, then twice as she examined the white box and the various holes in the side and the neat pale green bow keeping it tied shut before looking back up at the boy wonder.

"Um...this is sweet of you Damian but...my birthday is a few months away..." He grunted and stepped into her room, noting how it was a little disheveled and unorganized with case works and evidence and clues, just like the rooms clearly drained owner. As Damian looked at the shorter girl he held back from saying anything her extra messy hair or the dark smudges under her eyes from all nighters. He did sigh at her hesitance though.

"Im well aware. I just...i...just open it already." She rolled her eyes a little but obeyed his command nonetheless, undoing the ribbon and pulling the lid off.

She didnt know what she expected to be in there. The past two all nighters mustve been screwing with her to have not recognized the scent coming from the box. She dropped the lid to the ground and put a hand to her mouth in surprise.

"I...i found him wandering outside a shelter in Gotham...when i brought him back in they said he was an abandoned emotional support animal that had slipped out the door. I thought of you so i...filled out the papers and got him his shots and everything. I figured after all the hassle months ago and the extra work loads youve been taking on to help out Grayson and Father...perhaps a supportive companion would be beneficial to your mental health..." She looked up at him as he almost over explained his gift and she looked back into the box, slowly reaching in and lifting the year old black and brown Maine coon kitten from the box and into her arms. The movement awoken him and the kitten meowed at Gracie and sniffed her before purring contently and getting cozy again. The sound of the purring and the feeling of the cat's warmth and breathing body and soft fur made her heart warm and her stress ease away like the tide. She knew he didnt just find this beauty by chance, he likely searched shelters and adoption centers for him. She looked up at Damian and happily moved forward and kissed his cheek with a smile.

"Thank you Damian i love him! Youre too kind" he shrugged but smiled at the two as she cooed softly and cradled the fluffy beast kissing his little head. He knew the cat was something she needed to keep from falling into that dark place, a co.fort and a responisiblity that would keep her from restarting that cycle.

He cleared his throat a little and reseized her attention.

"What will you name him?" She hummed a little and got a playful little grin that made him narrow his eyes.

"I think...I'll name him Robin."

~~~~~~~

Young justice au story wips(The main ship for her in the young justice universe is Dick X Gracie)

“ You cant just--Are you even listening to me?” Gracie dragged herself into a sitting position and leaned close to the half-kryptonian with a bitter but playful grin.

“ Nope. Not a word Connor. Im afraid I was much too busy staring deeply into your handsome eyes like in the scene of a romance novel. So I missed every single word.” He stared back at her but snorted out a laugh at her joke, rolling his eyes with a smile of his own. The smile made her relax, feel more at ease with the situation. She couldnt help it, and she lifted her camera up and aimed.

“ Connor look over here with that smile!” He turned his head still smiling, one eyebrow quirked curiously as she hit the button and the camera flashed with a beep and a blink. She lifted her head from the viewfinder with a much more joyful grin, looking rather pleased with herself.

“ Now THAT one is getting printed professionally, or else no one will believe its real.” They both shared a small laugh and she set the camera aside to lean against him, shoulder to arm while she fiddled with the photo settings. They settled into a comforting silence for a few long moments

“ She isnt that bad....or bad at all really. Under different circumstances we would be good friends by now...” She finally spoke up, not taking her eyes off her camera.

“ But?”

She gave a sigh and leaned her head against him in exasperation before looking up to him.

“ Its not her. Its...It’s all the conflicting and difficult feelings that arise when I see her and Robin together...getting so...close and dare I say flirty. Sometimes seeing it makes me downright sick to my stomach and I just need to leave the room.” There was a long silence and she opened her mouth to apologize for bringing up feelings. But she never got the chance.

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“ Dont...you win...you win ok? I surrender.”

The words were resentful, but defeated as Gracie aka Alpha Wolf dropped her staff and utility belt to the ground and raised her hands in surrender. She stared at the tall armed man that stood a few feet before her, the monster that has haunted her every step and shadow since the death of her parents. She stared into his apathetic eyes with her head no longer held up proud, but hung almost submissively with hateful eyes. She ignored the any reasoning against her decision, ignored the sounds of her pained teammates coming back to their senses and realizing what was going on.

“ Alpha dont!”

“ A-alpha d-dont do it!”

She grit her teeth and ignored their voices, ignored Superboy’s warning shout as he started to get up with difficulty. She kept all her focus on the monster in front of her, determined to protect her team, her friends, her pack. Just like she should as an Alpha.

She never wanted this man to hurt anyone precious to her ever again. Not if she could help it.

“P...please...you win. I give up. Kill me, capture me, do whatever. Just...please, let the others go free....its me you want not them...just let hi--them go...” The pleas burned her mouth like acid, as if she had swallowed silver and Wolfs bane.But she gave them, staring into his eyes and keeping her hands up in the air. She wouldnt let him take anyone else away from her again. Not this time.

Not with Robin dangling in his steel grip with a gun to his temple.

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Tadaaaa! A bunch of my DC and my Gracie writing wips! Im working on all of these at different paces but theyre getting done!

If there are any particular ones of these you guys wanna see published soon please do tell me in my inbox! Itll motivate me to finish it faster! You can also send new writing prompts or story ideas for me to write too! I hope you guys enjoy these little sneak peeks of future oneshots!

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beanyboobee · 6 years

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Far longer than forever. PRINXIETY fanfic

This is literally a lyric fic.

((EEEEYYY BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH THE 2AM FANFICS! lowkey the 2 dialogue part in one was a pain in the butt to read, but i hope yall enjoy,

((i decided. fuck it. the only way im going to get this out of my head is to write it, cause no way in hell am i gonna draw it. a divided line. means switch in pov

WARNING:this is my first lyric fic, so i apologize if it isn't well done))

The night was clear, a strangely warm breeze lingering in the air, as though it was celebrating a summers night, only- it wasn’t summer. It was Winter. What a strange thing it would be, to those who were not used to this place, for you see, it was an area of cleared forest land, hidden by a barrier, and controlled by the over-seer.

The over-seer being the man who created this place, and trapped another man with-in it’s walls. In hopes of separating him as well as his lover. Keeping the lover trapped outside, and telling Deceitful lies to the man with-in, feeding him such cruel falsehood of the reason why he was here... however the over-seer, never anticipated who he was playing with, and how strong and determined they really are..and how- when something important is taken from them, how much stronger, they would become.

welcome to the beginning... now let us begin, not at the beginning- and not quite at the end, but just enough in and out of where the story really takes off, the limbo. if you will.

(Beginning with Virgil’s point of veiw)

A sigh befalls the quite clearing, the moon casting a beautiful glow through the trees, before it managed to reach the dancing ripples of water below, creating a broken image of light, as it reflected back above the surface.

A pair of tired Caramel eyes, watching the motion picture in almost a daze, a thoughtful expression playing on the mans, usually frowning face, Only seeming to snap out his daydream, and speak his thoughts aloud, when the moons reflection on the water, bounced back to his gaze, making his dull eyes appear like a glowing, and vibrant honey, the type you would see on a nearly setting sunset, or almost like a ring of gold that was held up to the light.

snapping his head to the side, to shy away from the moons unwanted attention, his arms raised and folded over his chest, back slumping against the bark of a tall tree, that stood behind him.

He took a careful glance around, raising one of his arms up, to brush his purple fringe to the side, so he could make sure he was seeing clearly.In case there were any unwanted visitors.

When he noticed no one seemed to be around, he smiled gently, his shoulders slouching down, as he seemed to relax slightly. Hand linger at the base of his neck, for a moment longer then need, before he finally spoke his thoughts aloud, as though speaking to some invisible person, who at this point he was wishing was Patton, an old friend of his.

“if i could break this spell, i’d run to him today..”

He called into the wistful night, pushing off the tree, with a small swing in his steps, and tip toeing over the stones of the pond,stepping from stone to stone, with each word, as though it was a dance, before abruptly stopping near the end, eyes watching the breeze move a tuff of grass gently before continuing.

“and somehow i know he’s on his way to me.”

Virgil couldn't help but whisper in reassurance, Left hand clenching to a fist, in hopes of stopping any negative thoughts. That night choose this rare moment of clarity to seep in like toxic fumes.

Eyes gently closing he took a deep breath, as he recalled the smiling face of that of his betrothed, and in return, he couldn't help but smile softly back, all worry's melting, with that single images.

His fiances own words lingering in his mind, before he himself repeated them, Only switching out his own name, for that of his future’s.

“Roman, you and i were meant to be..”

His chin raised up high, as he tilted his head back, eyes fluttering open, to stare at the wide, star filled sky,

“far longer then forever.. i’ll hold you in my heart.”

Virgil’s head dropped once more, as he finished his trip across the stones of the lake, only glancing back once, when he made it to grassy land once again, the wind seeming to get chillier.

“it’s almost like you’re here with me”

He all but chuckled, not being able to help looking up to the stars once more, after all. Roman was also under the same sky somewhere. Right?

“although we’re far apart..”

Another sigh left his lips, before he slipped into the woods. Cloke being tugged closer for warmth

“Far longer than forever”

was called into the night, our attention is brought to that of a man, in princely attire, leaning against the stone wall of a rather large balcony, arms folded ever so casually upon the ledge, as his Forest like gaze glided from left to right, before finding their resting place above, and towards the heavens, arm reaching up slightly as though to reach out, and grasp one of the shining bulbs from the night air.

“as constant as a star!”

His tone was hopeful, and oh so love struck, That the man, who stood at the doors of the balcony behind him, couldn't help but feel sympathy for his prince, He was sent to fetch the prince as his mother wished to speak with him about the possibility of a new marriage. However- Logan felt as though he was intruding, and didn't wish to sour Roman’s mood. So without another word, he slicked back inside... he would say Roman was sleeping..

“i close my eyes-”

The prince mummered, eyes closing, as a distant memory appeared like a movie, Of none other than Virgil, a book in his hands as he stared back as Roman looking almost mortified.

Before his cheeks flushed a dark red and he raised the book to his nose, slouching down in his seat as though hiding, gaze still shifting from the pages back to Roman suspiciously, before his eyes crinkled up, as the book clearly hid a smile.

“And i am were you are..”

“as sure as the dawn bring’s the sunrise”

Virgil continued as he wandered through the familer woods, that seemed to almost light up like magic, thanks to the fire flies that seemed to be around, Squinting in the dark as he looked for the slightest hint of the barrier wall. He knew he wouldn't be able to get out, but even knowing where the end was, would be a big help to him.

leafs crunched beneath his boots.

“we’ve an unshakable bond” he claimed loudly, reaching up, as he pulled himself up into a tree, with very little struggle, and a determined aura.

Roman meanwhile spun back on his heels, taking a few breaths of the air, striding back inside with almost a bounce in his step,

closing the grand doors behind him, and leaning against them for a mere moment,

“destined to last for a life time-“

he stopped for a split second, suddenly remembering a rather important portrait they had stored away in the palace, an excited grin itching it’s way to his lips, eyes sparkling with the dimmed lights of the room, before he suddenly took off out into the hall, finding his thought.

“and beyond!”

He'd exclaim

“Far longer than forever!”

Roman would exclaim joyously, swinging open two beautifully carved doors, displaying a old and unorganized room,his posture straightening as he attempted to look for what he was looking for, till finally- his eyes landed on the that of a large rectangular shaped sheets.

“Far longer than forever..”

Virgil whispered to himself, as though it were a reminder. Pulling himself up, higher and higher,before finally making it to the top, The moon Casting a glow upon the area from behind,acting like some sort of torch, Virgil looked down for a moment, noting how his own shadow seemed 10 times larger on the ground. Amusement sparkled in his gaze.

ignoring the cloud of dust that whirled and crashed around, as though it were a roaring wave,He charged forward, grasping the tattered sheet tightly and without a second thought he pulled, only creating a more powerful curtain of dancing dust.

|However as his gaze moved up wards he was confronted with a wonderful sight, The nearly invisible shimmer, of what almost ,resembled that of a bubble’s rainbowed reflection, without a second thought he began to climb down, Watching his steps carefully, his gaze never seeming to lack that driven stare as he made it his mission to get there. he’ll be closer to Roman.

Giddy feeling filling them,

as them couldn't help but call out,

“I swear that ill be true!”

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Each holding a different tone to their voice as they did so, but each also holding thing in common, Honestly. Their voices were so clear and honest, there would be no competition. they were not lying, it was as though calling out their thoughts at this very moment, was their way of marrying then and there, as though these, were their vows. unintentional yes, yet fate seemed to sing to it nicely.

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As the dust cloud cleared,Roman’s eyelids drooped a content manner. His feet seeming to carrying him in a shuffling manner, as if his body was scared, the footsteps would bring unwanted attention this way.

His right hand raised slowly, gently resting against the rough texture of the cotton canvas, fingers brushing away the dust, eyes never leaving the neatural expression of the then teenage Virgil. It was in that moment of looking at that portrait, Roman knew,

He would wait a lifetime for this man. Resting his head against the dusted canvas, for once not worried if he would dirty his treasured chestnut locks. opening his lip, he began to whisper, as though speaking to the figure dressed in dark clothing, That stayed un-moving with-in the paining,

“i made an everlasting, vow, to find a way to you...”

Virgil’s feet hit the ground with a soft thud, Head turning sharply to the direction he had previously noticed the soapy surface,Steps staring slow, yet turning into a run as he found himself desperate to get there, .

His breathes seemed so loud, even though he was aware they would most likely go unnoticed to anyone but himself, but he didn’t care at this moment in time. As he still heard it. He felt a tightening in his chest, as he realised he didn’t know when he would see Roman again..would he wait for him?

Stopping for a Moment, He caught his breath, One memory somehow reassuring him all would be well, he trusted Roman, And after the day in the gardens.. He knew Roman would wait, As would he. Perplexed stare turning into that of a wistful one, lips turning upward into a smile, cheeks reddening, slightly, from let it be the cold, running or something else, he hummed out,

“i made an everlasting vow, to find a way to you...”

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He stayed still for a moment, simply lost in memory lane, Before pushing away from the painting, spinning to leave the room, he cast one more glance towards the painting, and felt regret seep into his soul, as he realised he basically sat around and did nothing while the one he loved was lost,

He could be god knows where! with that- that! Coward of a snake face!

And he was a Prince for god’s sake! yes- his Mother was the one to stop him the first time he tried to leave, HOWEVER- he felt disgusted in himself for even leaving it at that, the moment Virgil was missing. Holding back his frustrations, Roman cried out |

“far longer then forever like no love ever known..”

It was said as though he was reading from a storybook, his footsteps now also resembling the presence of thunder, Roman as made a b-line to his study, and here,god forbid anyone who stood in outside his way. there The moment he entered the very much, red, room. He was overcome with so much, sudden regret, that he dropped into a seat

Head in hands, He was scared for his dear, what if he was hurt- what if he was scared- what if he- Roman stopped, in the midst of his ramblings, realizing that in his pursuit of sitting, he had knocked over a frame, and auto-matically scooped it up, one hand holding it as the others finger tips, grazed the lettering, of that, of what was framed, That being an extract from a letter from none other than his beloved, And as though this is was a sign from some being out there, Roman followed the outline of the cursive yet messy writing.

“i’ll never be alone....”

Roman whispered beneath his breath, staring at the note in awe, as well as longing. The lying shit would his gaze fell, grip tightening on frame,

“much stronger than forever”

he vowed.

without much of a warning, he suddenly took off running again, even faster this time, ‘ If he simply gave up at every anxious thought, He would never get what he needed.’ Once again, Patton's words held held the key to the confidence, Virgil didn't know he had. just as he reached out, and touched, the cold and glass like surface, His words coming out in a puff of air, that seemed to blend almost wonderfully with the wind, as though creating music, with the passion and nostalgia that lingered with his words, One would not dare call it anything different then the song it seemed to be,

“far longer than forever, like no love ever known!”

His forehead rested against the un-breakable shield in front of him, even with this obstacle in the way, for once Virgil didn't feel disconnected or afraid, he previously had, because he was he was now one step closer to the world, where his Roman was, to him was no reason to be upset anymore, and this would do for now, he smiled, head still resting against the prison like cage.

sighing, he leaned back slight, just enough to turn around and face the woods, the back of his head once again resting against the wall ever so casually, knees pulled up in a more comfortable position, he watched on into the night the only sound to be heard, was that of his own breathing, and criminally loud crickets that Virgil swore, should just shut up already, and let him be with his thoughts. looking down to his hands he fidgeted humming to himself, Things that he would never say to that lovable moron’s face, He gave away the true reason he was satisfied being here right now,

“and with your love”

“i’ll never be alone..”

Only after these words were spoken did Virgil fall silent. He would soon have to return to the clearing, The lying shit would return by morning, and the cured male really didn't feel like getting an earful.

“far longer than forever” he reminded.

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Virgil hesitantly stood, a longing look being sent outwards, towards the world beyond the one he was trapped in now, He knew he needed to be found. As secrecy was the only thing keeping him in, and so he hoped he was right... he hoped Roman had a plan...

“and with your love ill never be alone...”

He repeated quietly to himself, as he began his decent back to the small cottage in the clearing, he now called home. Having to repeat that one sentence many times over in his head during the walk, just so he would slip back, to his state he was in before this night..

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Meanwhile. Roman had stood from his seat, The gorgeous golden frame, now gently placed back in it’s rightful spot, amoungst many other important documents on the Prince’s desk.

His expression reflected that of seriousness, and a rather frightening look, a look not many had seen, the sour and bitter stare, of a man who had lost everything, yet would try anything to get it all back, even if it meant playing dirty.

His steps were muffled by the crimson carpet beneath him, And a hand cupped in his chin in serious thought. only stopping once he reached, a rather large window, resting the hand that was wrapped around his chin, against one of the wooden beams that split the window into 16 squares.

Dangerous stare lingering on his own desperate reflection, as he made an unheard oath to Virgil, one he would stick by, even if it meant disobeying his Mother’s wishes, and disrespecting Logan’s tactics.

“I will find you Virgil...this time i will find you, because even though it has merely been 2 months, my love- it feels as though a life time has pasted..and i feel as though each day as left an ache of regret, for those days that i did not wish to see us betrothed..” he couldn't help but laugh slightly to cover up his sadness, the tiny hint of a sad and hurting smile, lingering on his lips,

but- quickly he found himself falling back into his serious appearance, the moment he heard a knock at his study door, followed by the familer voice of the Queen, asking if Roman was inside,as she wished to speak with him,

For a moment he remained quite, but after a moment or two decided he might as well hear what she has to say now, rather than later, so with a small temple massege, He sighed and called out a quick and polite come in, before swearing an oath to himself, in his mind, both hand clenching into fists as he did so.

“i swear i’ll save him, and i’ll never forsake those days, when i can wake, knowing he is in my life again, I swear by it, till death and sacrifice.. “

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