#even w the pain from then at least i know for sure that i haven't lost this part of me yet
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A not so funny story
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Summary: With Uta controlling everyone and the marine attacking, you needed to contain an unconscious Law who was looking to join the fight. Now, you need to deal with the consequences of him finding out about this.
Pairing: Trafalgar Law x F!Reader
Warnings: blood, Law hurts Reader (not on purpose), they both love each other, but they are idiots who don't know how to talk. Law doesn't know how to express his feelings in this one. Angst, kinda fluff/happy ending.
W/C: 3.6k
A/N: I just saw the movie Red and the idea came to my mind. I need to shake off the rust and get back to writing, I thought it would be a good solution. Despite being linked to the film OP Red, there may be some things that differ from the canon.
For those who haven't seen the film, a spoiler-free context: in the film, we see a singer called Uta, who Bepo is a fan of and, together with Law, go to the show. Problems happen, she puts everyone to sleep and with her power, she manipulates these sleeping people to fight with other people who want to stop her.
italics apply to flashbacks and thoughts
Part 2 | Part 3 (NSFW)
The cold stone beneath you contrasted with your hot, sweaty body. You could feel the wounds burning on your body and if you reached out your hand, you could find the cause of them, your captain.
In the distance, you could hear someone calling your name and it didn't take long for Penguin to appear in your field of vision.
"Are you okay?"
"He gave me a hard time, but I'm fine. And you?" You grumbled, sitting up and taking in your surroundings. Apparently everyone had gone back to sleep.
"We're tired but fine. You're bleeding, do you need any help?"
"Everything is fine." You stood, with his help. "We need to get them out of here, I doubt the marines will miss the chance to catch so many pirates gathered in one place. At the very least, this will end in a fight."
You chose to help carry Bepo back to Polar Tang. Even though he was big, sharing the weight would be much easier than carrying Law alone. As soon as you entered the submarine, you disappeared from sight, leaving all of Uta's fight behind.
"Do you guys need help? I can see some pretty bad injuries from here." Ikkaku approached, already stopping the blood on your forehead. "Are they both okay?"
"We should take them to the infirmary and keep them under observation." you warned, seeing two other crew members carry them out of sight. "Can we get away from the fight?"
"Yeah, off their radar." someone answered you in the background.
"Perfect, keep us at this depth, keep an eye on the radios, any sign of change, if Law hasn't woken up, you look for me." You leaned against one of the tables, trying to ignore some of the pain in your body.
It was supposed to be just a quick show, at least that's what Bepo had said. Unfortunately for Law, he ended up being the polar bear's requested companion.
"Sure you don't want to change places with me?" Law appeared next to you, while you finished cleaning the kitchen.
"No captain, I'll be right here, with my duties." You smiled at him and, despite being frustrated, he let out a sideways smile.
"You know that I'm the captain right? That I can give the order and you have to go and I don't."
"You wouldn't be so mean, would you?" you asked indignantly and on one of the few occasions, you heard him laugh, even if it was low tone. "Captain!"
"I'm kidding. Just keep an eye on everything, okay? Don't let Shachi and Penguin cause any trouble."
"Yes, sir. And you, enjoy the show."
You were almost regretting not accepting the proposal. Law would certainly be much better at containing you and preventing you from getting into a big fight than you would be doing the opposite. But you liked the idea of him trusting you.
"Everything is alright?" Ikkaku took you out of your reverie, noticing your body slightly bent and the blood falling on your forehead.
"Try holding back a furious Trafalgar Law from wanting to get into a fight and tell me if that's okay." You laughed, even though it took some of the air out of you. "Just a few bruises, nothing major."
"Come on, I'll help you take care of this." Ikkaku gently pulled you by the hand.
"Boys, do you deal with them?" you asked and they both nodded. "If Law wakes up, don't say anything to him about our little fight."
"You mean, about the big fucking beating he gave you?" Shachi teased you, earning a push.
"Exactly. He has bigger problems to worry about than dealing with this."
You and Ikkaku headed towards the dorm you shared. Your friend made a point of supporting you at every step, even if you insisted it wasn't necessary. She sat you down on the bed and grabbed a small first aid kit hidden on one of the shelves.
"Why not tell the captain?"
"Outch" you mumbled with one of the stitches she had on your face. "I have a feeling he's not going to like that we got into this fight without his presence."
"I think he'll be more resentful that you were the one who held him back." You laughed at her silly observation, then grumbled with another needle. Damn fight. "Don't act stupid."
"What you mean?"
"I'll let you choose. Between you being the only one who can steal books from him without him complaining or about every time we disembark, you having to be on his side. Should I mention that time he freaked out because Kid wanted to take you to the crew from him?" she laughed to herself, at her own memory. "What do you need to see that he likes you too?"
"And who said I like him?"
"Okay, you still want to keep hiding your feelings for him, just hide it better." she laughed again. It was clear to her - and anyone else who saw - that there was something between the two of you. You just prefer not to feed this illusion. "Still, I agree that he won't like all this one bit. Let's try to keep out of his sight."
Law was still trying to assimilate everything that happened. Uta's show had turned into a war scene and in the end, even he had become a puppet. That idea would haunt him for a long time.
Despite recent events, Polar Tang was quiet, too quiet. He could hear some buzzing, nothing he could identify. Another thing he couldn't place was you. The last time he saw you, he had tried to bargain for your presence at the show, even though he had asked to change places with you, he didn't think the idea of going with you was bad. You'd probably hate the song, but he'd enjoy your sarcastic comments about any awkward situation. A small laugh crossed his lips when he thought about what you would say to see little Bepo.
At dinner, he observed Shachi, Penguin and Bepo, talking to each other. The concerned expressions denoted the seriousness of the matter, but that could come later. Even though he slept through it all, he still felt tired.
At lunch the next day, again, nothing from you. Ikkaku was also missing. It was impossible for the two of them to have disappeared together and without any justification. He tried not to think about the worst-case scenarios, but no matter how much he denied it, he wasn't such an optimistic person.
It only took a few seconds of your three companions stalling for him to know that you and Ikkaku were up to something or had already been up to something. He left them behind, following with firm steps to your room.
"I didn't see you two at lunch or yesterday at dinner, I wanted to know..." you two found Law leaning against the door of your room. His relaxed position disappeared in seconds when he looked at where Ikkaku's hand joined your forehead. "What happened?"
"Just a few scratches, nothing major." your colleague replied before you could open your mouth. She knew - actually, you weren't that good at hiding it - about your feelings and how easily you could wrap your head around your own words.
"Yeah, they're from yesterday, some scratches." you tried to complement, the captain's serious expression made it clear that that hadn't helped at all.
"Nothing much and that's why you haven't shown up since yesterday?" he grumbled and before he could continue his lecture, he felt his body being pushed forward, with Bepo, Shachi and Penguin falling beside him. "What the fuck?"
"We just wanted to know if you already know that she was the one..." before the bear finished speaking, the other two covered his mouth.
The grey eyes trailed from you to Ikkaku, to the group lying next to him, and back to you again. The small stress that was forming inside Law turned into concern when he saw the small trickle of blood dripping from your eyebrow.
It only took a few moments away for you to appear like that and he would never tolerate that, you didn't need to know about his feelings or how he was already thinking about taking revenge on whoever had done that, he would deal with it after taking care of your wound .
"Everyone out." you made to follow Ikkaku, stopping a few meters away. "Not you, I need to see this."
The door to the small room knocked subtly behind Law, who waited for a few seconds to approach you. The two of you already had a considerable height difference, but when you felt Law's cold, tattooed fingers on your chin, you felt even smaller. He turned both sides of your face, despite the cold touch, you could feel your skin burn beneath his fingers.
"You're warm, but I don't see any trace of infection." Not this one, you thought. "Give me the name?"
"Name?"
"Which idiot did this?" he replied without much patience, his fingers leaving your face behind.
"This is going to be a funny story." you laughed, stopping immediately when you saw him look deep into your eyes, his expression serious in an almost irritating way.
"Someone decided to hurt one of my crew. I don't think it's such a funny story. Who did it?"
"Captain of the Heart Pirates, Trafalgar Law." your answer didn't seem to catch him instantly, with each word that left your mouth, you could see him getting paler and paler. "I believe you already know, but Uta managed to control everyone who was asleep to attack the pirates and the marines and with that, you and Bepo were also controlled. The boys held Bepo and I had to deal with you, but everything is fine. "
"They told me about Bepo..." he seemed lost for words, taking a certain distance from you and leaning on the small table in your room. "So you restrained me, alone?"
"You, actually Uta, didn't have access to your Devil Fruit powers, it ended up being easier. After all, our mission was just to keep you two away from the navy." you explained, leaning on the opposite side to where he was, seeing his crestfallen expression. "Like I said, it's okay captain."
"Where else did I hurt you?" the question took you by surprise, making it difficult to hide your reaction. "I know my strength, I have a feeling it wasn't just that. I could see it myself, but I trust you, so please."
With your fists clenched and your gaze following your every step, Law could see your hand go to your ribs, along with a grumble, as you bent down to pick up a small cloth and fill it with something that smelled similar to alcohol. As much as he noticed you trying hard, he could see you limping. He watched you smear the contents on one of your cheeks and your arm, revealing some bruises.
You stopped in front of him, letting him analyze. Despite the pain throughout your body, Law's proximity was almost like an anesthetic. If he stayed there, you wouldn't mind spending the day under his gaze. Law took your arm, gently sliding his fingers under the bruise, watching you flinch in discomfort. His hands practically put your arm back in place and placed themselves on the zipper of your jumpsuit.
Your hands placed themselves next to his, pulling the device and opening the entire piece. Of all the times he had dreamed of touching your skin, none had felt like this. He liked to imagine how soft it would be, to think about how your body would shiver, to feel with his own lips every piece of exposed skin, while he heard you ask for more. All the purple spots he had dreamed of leaving on your skin were nothing like the one he saw. Thoughts would need to be put aside at that moment.
His hand knocked down one side of your jumpsuit, showing the large bruise on your rib, which made him hold his breath for a few seconds.
"What else?" his voice was barely audible. He knew there was more to it, but he didn't want to be invasive.
"Just this cut." you took off the other strap of your jumpsuit and let it fall below your waist, showing the wound on your thigh. It wasn't that big, but when you both looked at the place, you understood where all the warmth in your body was coming from. "Shit. It wasn't like this last time I looked." actually it was, you just wanted to spare him the worry.
You adjusted your jumpsuit, leaving the top hanging around your waist. Your eyes searched for Law's, but he seemed to be far away, even just a few centimeters away. For some time, he didn't say anything. His eyes followed one point you had shown and others, looking for other signs. His hands prostrated in front of his body, why had he done that? Why hurt you?
"Law?"
"I...I..." the words seemed stuck somewhere inside him. His hands placed themselves next to your face, a gesture you hadn't received from him yet. "I don't know how to apologize. Forgive me, I didn't want any of this to happen."
"No need, Law, really. I was doing what any of us would do, taking care of our crew, taking care of our captain."
Again the words seemed to have escaped him. He just wished he could hold you and apologize a thousand times, hold you there and heal every little part of you and never allow anything to hurt you again. Some conscious side of him screamed in the background that this wasn't anyone's fault, but the sound seemed so far away to hear, while the picture of what he had done was so close to him.
A few seconds passed, his hands were still on your face, while you just enjoyed the awkward affection you received. He didn't know how to deal with that feeling, it was a guilt like he had never felt. Along with a fear, a need to see you well. There were too many things to deal with and at that moment, he chose to be the most rational one.
"It's infected and may have broken something." Law let his medical side take control of the situation. "Room. Shambles."
Before you even noticed the blue dome surrounding you, the two of you had already been transported to the infirmary. You remained standing in your place as you watched the captain hurriedly walk around the room, collecting some materials and before you could try to get on the stretcher, the two of you were already being taken to another place.
The table full of books, the small window of the Polar Tang showing some little orange fish passing by outside, a cozy bed, even with the sheets spread out. That definitely wasn't your room. You watched Law leave the materials on the table and reach Kikoku. You saw the blue dome again, this time, you knew that he was using his powers to confirm that you had indeed presented all your injuries to him.
"I was worried about your rib, but apparently it was just the bruise. Now about your leg, I may need to redo those stitches and medicate you. I can't let the infection spread."
You knew he was nervous, bordering on anxious, but you had known him long enough to know that stopping him from treating you would be even worse. You had chosen to hide your injuries so that Law wouldn't feel guilty, now that he knew, you didn't have much else to do.
"Law." you called out to him carefully, as he prepared the medication. "Do you mind if I bathe first?"
"Sure, I mean, no problem. Just wait a second." He walked away from the table and piled up some things, which he handed into your hand. "Here's my towel, I also left some clothes in case you want to use them, if you don't want to, that's okay. I can ask Ikkaku..."
"This is perfect, thank you Law." you hugged the small bundle of clothes close to your body.
"Room." again, in a matter of seconds, you were at the bathroom door. "I'm sorry, but your leg is really hurt, you shouldn't force it while walking."
"Okay" unlike the time he had taken you to the infirmary, now he had transported you close to each other, which made the air disappear from your lungs. "Can you wait for me? I mean, you said I wouldn't I should force my leg and..."
"I'll be outside, just call me and I'll be here." Please call me, Law's inner voice practically screamed.
Your shower was much quicker than you expected. Just knowing that he was waiting for you outside made butterflies fight in your stomach. You gently dried your body and took the clothes he had given you. Something that looked like shorts - it might have been underwear, but you didn't worry about that right now - and a black button-down shirt. As soon as you button the last button, you can pay attention to the smell of the fabric. Something soft, woody, you wondered if that was his scent.
"Law?" All it took was a small call and he soon entered the bathroom. Not as discreetly as he expected, his eyes roamed your body. "Can you help me?"
"Of course" your feet left the floor, giving you a few seconds to assimilate that he had picked you up and carried you back to the room. He hadn't done this before, but you preferred to just enjoy the sensation, locking your arms around his neck.
With a few steps inside the room, he placed you lying on the bed, pulling a rod further to the side, only then did you notice the hanging IV.
Law bent down, reaching your arm level, cleaning it with a small piece of cotton. He looked at the wound on your leg. In silence, he cleaned the area and took some bandages, placing them across the entire length of the wound. The contrast between your warm skin and his cold hands was strangely comfortable. You wished they would last a little longer there.
"I think we can leave these stitches for another day, but I need you to take this medicine. It's an antibiotic, the infection is small, but I'd rather take care of it soon." He pulled the small needle, seeing your face pale. "I'm sorry darling, but it's the best option we have."
Darling.
That word would echo in your mind for a long time. The fear of the needle that was about to come into contact with your skin eased when you saw the care he took with each gesture.
"Just don't look, okay?" He waited for you to close your eyes. "Just a few seconds and that's it. You'll feel sleepy, but that's normal. As soon as you wake up, I'll bring you something to eat."
He got up and started to adjust the pillows on the bed, the ones that were around and under you. His hands rested around your body, his body was on top of yours, even without any immediate contact. It was inevitable not to get lost in his eyes, or see him do the same with yours. You would like to engrave that in your memory, forever.
"Are you comfortable?" his face still had the same tense expression from the first moment he found you in the room.
"I am, I promise." you replied, in a burst of courage, you brought your hand to his face, touching his cheek. "Law, what worries you so much?"
He walked away, sitting at the foot of the bed. You just straightened up so you could look at him. His tattooed hands took off his hat, fingers tangling against the dark strands.
"I can't deal with the fact that I did this. I did this to you. Of all the people that could have been there, I hurt you." he grumbled, turning so he could look at you. "You do not understand."
"Actually, I understand." your answer left him stunned for a few seconds. "But don't blame yourself, you didn't choose this, captain"
"I know, but at the same time..." he huffed, trying to find the right words, which scratched his insides every time he looked at your scourged face. "You understand me, huh? I mean, I don't just see you as a crew member and something tells me you don't just see me as your captain. And knowing that of all the things that could have happened, I hurt you. I promise compensate you for everything."
"About what you said, about what we see in each other." your thought was interrupted by a long yawn. "What should we do about this?" You made to get up, but the IV attached seemed to transmit drowsiness straight to your body. Your eyes were already starting to get heavy.
"That we can deal with this later. You took care of me, now it's my duty to take care of you. For that, you need to rest." His hands reached yours, giving a slight laugh when he saw you fighting with your own eyes, wanting to leave them open. "I promise not to hurt you again or let anyone else hurt you."
Before you fall asleep for good, you can feel his lips on your hand.
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Frank With An Inexperienced Reader
a/n: the request was for frank AND matt, but i haven't written matt's headcanons yet, so here's frankie-poo's for now
warnings: virgin!reader becoming notvirgin!reader lmfao, age gap, smut obviously, frank talks you through it, oral (fem receiving), fingering, the usual smut stuff, etc.
Frank would be hesitant at first when you ask him to take your virginity. You’ve done other stuff with him, but you’ve never gone all the way, and he’s nervous about taking that away from you.
Like you’re so much younger than him, and he doesn’t want to take advantage of you, but holy shit you’re so pretty and he can’t deny you anything so he just takes it really slow instead and gives you the power to choose when/where it happens.
You’re just as nervous as he is about it but for different reasons obviously. He’s so experienced and you’re the exact opposite and you spend at least a week freaking out about it before finally giving in and showing up at his apartment to be properly fucked.
When I say he takes it slow, I mean he takes it S L O W.
You’re trying to unbuckle his belt but you’re so nervous that you’re visibly shaking, so he gently takes your hands in his and kisses your fingertips and tells you to slow down for a second.
“Let me do this for you, okay? I’ll take good care of you.”
You tell him that you’re nervous because you want it to be good for him but you don’t know how to make it good for him.
He smirks and shakes his head. “You don’t gotta worry about me, sweets. I’ve been waiting a long time for this. You’ll be perfect.”
He begins pressing unhurried kisses to your lips and jaw, gingerly making his way to your neck. You’re already so turned on that you can feel the slickness of your arousal between your legs.
He moves at an achingly slow pace, pulling your clothing off piece by piece, leaving kisses in the wake of his removal, until you’re standing in front of him in your underwear.
He presses sultry kisses to your nipples, softly flicking the nubs with his tongue because he knows you love it when he does that.
“Can I pull these off?” His fingers are resting on your hip bones underneath the fabric of your underwear. You nod your head eagerly because it’s Frank and you couldn’t imagine anyone else being this gentle with you.
When he lays you on the bed, spread bare for him, you’re still a little nervous. (He’s so big and you can see why people are afraid of him when he’s in Punisher mode but also like, he’s so dreamy).
Also if we’re basing Frank’s length off of the rumors about Bernthal’s, ummmm let’s just say the man’s very well endowed. This makes you even more nervous because WOW.
“We can stop at any time, okay? Just say the word and I’ll stop. I won’t get mad. I promise.”
You try not to groan at how incredibly sexy he looks reassuring you.
Frank knows it’s going to hurt, but he still wants to make the experience as pleasurable as possible for you, so he does everything in his power to make sure you’re nice and ready for him.
“Can I taste you, baby?”
When he buries his tongue in your folds, you quite literally can’t hold yourself together. You fall apart on his tongue not once, but twice before he finally relents and begins pumping a finger in and out of you.
You’re so wet that it easily slides in and out, and when he adds another digit, and another, you’re coming apart around him again.
When it’s finally time for him to push into you, you’re so blissed out in pleasure that your nervousness has subsided, but he’s still gentle and cautious.
You tense up almost immediately because it hurts, and he almost pulls out because he never wants to see that look on your face again (especially not because of him!)
“I know, baby. I’m sorry. Just breathe, okay? It’ll feel good soon.”
Frank refuses to move until you give him a slight nod, hovering over you and kissing the tension out of your clenched features.
When the pain finally subsides and you ask him to move, he’s really really gentle with his thrusts even though he’s dying to pound into you.
He praises you the entire time.
“You’re so wet, baby.” “You look so good like this.” “You’re taking me so well, sweetheart.” “Fuck, baby, you’re perfect.”
He’s always been an observant man, but watching you moan, writh, and arch into him is something he’d like to observe for the rest of his life (if you’ll let him)
When you come apart around him, you unintentionally clench around him and it takes everything in him to hold himself together.
When you ask him to fill you up, his thrusts stutter out of pure shock.
“Naughty girl. Who taught you that?”
You’re grinning up at him, blinking your perfect doe eyes, and he can’t tell if it's the hormones or the fact that he’s buried deep inside you, but he thinks he might have just fallen deeper in love with you.
You hold him close to you as he fills you up, and when he collapses next to you, you’re both blissed out and sweaty and in love and you feel warm and fuzzy about it all.
“Are you okay?” He’s concerned that he may have hurt you.
“Let’s do that again!” You’re not hurt in the slightest (lol).
Cue both of you giggling like teenagers.
Obviously Frank is an aftercare king so after he cleans you up, he runs his fingers over your skin in a soothing pattern.
When you ask if it was good for him, he’s quick to reassure you.
“It was perfect, baby. You’re perfect.”
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"But werewolves aren't real?" || werewolf! 141 x werewolf! reader Part 3
Future pairings = poly 141 x reader
Chapter pairings = 141! x reader
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[Chapter 2] --- [Chapter 4]
Summery: After moving out of the big city and into the forest, you meet some men that might have some awners about whats been causing your pain.
EXPLICIT under the cut, also gets angsty this chapter
Blinking blearily you feel someone noseing at your side. It was Gaz, he motioned for you to follow him. Yawning, you follow him a bit deeper into the woods, a bit further away from the pack. He stops and presses against you making a small happy chuff. He circles around you, before pressing against you again and you both transform into human, flushing as you realize you are both naked.
“It’s okay Duck, just needed to talk to ya.” Smiling he places a hand on your shoulder “I didn’t wanna do it infront of those ruffians..”
That draws a soft laugh from your lips and you look at Gaz curiously.
“So you might have noticed that me and you are much much smaller than the other three” Gaz took in a deep breath “This is going to sound ridiculous, I’m sorry Duck,” Smiling nervously Gaz looked at you sweetly “We are omegas and the other three are alphas..”
You sputter a knee-jerk laugh “W-what?” looking as Gaz confused, you had about one hundred different ideas of what he was going to say and this was not one of them.
“I know, it sounds ridiculous.” Gaz shakes his head “I told Price he was crazy when he first explained it.”
“I thought those didn’t exist in real wolf packs? Like it was exclusive to podcasts?” You look at Gaz still not quite believing him still.
“Well Duck, don’t know if ya’ve noticed but we aren't actual wolves and I promise we aren't a podcast..Ghost hates them- any podcast- said they drive him insane..”
“So what is the um difference other than the um size difference? Or is it just that we are a different size than them?”
“Uh, it affects the um- reproductive system.” Gaz flushed “Basically we can get pregnant, we generate lots of slick, um I’m sorry Duck but we also go through heats- the others go through ruts in all fairness..It's a bloody nightmare.”
Staring at Gaz surprised and a bit incredulously “But I’ve never had any of that happen?”
“Duck you had a device that prevented you from shifting, Soap had one and once it came out um- he went a bit feral..”
“Oh um..Did he go into-” ducking your head you look at Gaz curiously “-rut?”
Gaz snorted, not meanly, nodding his head “He was a nightmare…”
Thinking for a second you bite your lip “That doesn’t sound good…I um don’t even know what I’d do…”
“Something to consider but we all would in a heartbeat offer to take care of you during your heat, we don't’ have to do anything sexual we just want to make sure you stay safe..” Gaz looked at you reassuringly “in a heartbeat we’d help” he stressed.
“What? What do you mean sexual” feeling a presence behind you, you see Price, in his human form- naked of course. Your face is right at dick level. Fuck. Flash of arousal passes over you before you shut it down, blushing.
“You get really horny.” Soap says bluntly, appearing next to you and getting up in your space. Playfully licking your jaw like an overgrown puppy.
“Oh!” you squeak.
“I know this is all a lot, love.” Price helped you to your feet, brushing the dirt off you.
Flushing, you feel another spark of arousal- it had been so long since someone had touched you. It was so foreign and almost terrifying- you haven't felt like that since before you got bit. All four of the men turn to you, their nose picking up on it instantly. You flush, running a hand over your face “Sorry..”
“Don’t apologize Duck, it’s normal- you aren’t in pain right now” Gaz smiled “We don’t need to do anything, I know this is a lot yeah?”
Nodding you look at the four men.
Soap grinned “Well at least you aren’t like me, I was insatiable- wore out these three proper..”
Gaz barked out a laugh “Never been chapped like that...”
Price huffs a laugh.
“Come mer’ lets get ya home, it’s gettn’ cold” Ghost motioned for everyone to go back into the house, staying behind everyone- herding you all into the house.
Stepping back into the house you shiver- you hadn’t realized how cold you were. Looking at the digital thermostat it told you it was 38 F out. Made sense you were so cold- you were also naked.
“I’m gunna go put on some clothes.” You pulled away from the group, you didn’t feel uncomfortable being naked but it wasn’t proper to be naked around strangers. Right? Did that count if the strangers felt like old friends?
“You don’t have to~” Soap teased, looking you up and down.
That earned him a cuff behind the ears from Price and a pinch from Ghost.
Soap pouted and frowned but stopped.
“We should be putting on our clothes mutt” Ghost chastised Soap huffing at him.
“It’s not an issue?” Pausing on the stairs you tilt your head “I- um don’t mind..” you say hesitantly, but you really didn’t want them to put back on their clothes with how mouth watering hot they were.
Soap grins and looks up at Ghost and Price, Gaz smirks too.
“Sorry that came out bad- I um you can put on your clothes if you want I’m sorry..” Blushing as you realized how perverted that sounded.
“Whatever you want, Duck!” smirking Soap gave Ghost and Price the biggest smug look ever.
“Alright, alright..” Price huffs “Listen er’ we should probably get going- we don’t want to impose and we need to get some stuff done..You should relax, love”
Nodding, you felt a stab of disappointment. It made sense, why would they stay at a random stranger's house? It didn’t matter if you were also a werewolf. They had literally met you only earlier today.
The men quickly dress, Soap very begrudgingly. Gaz pulled back on his lace thong very showy, smirking at you- flashing his sharp canines. Soap skulked pulling on his shirt first then pulling up his jeans, only doing the button and leaving them unzipped. Him and Gaz seem very hesitant to leave, it makes you feel anxious.
“One of us will come check on you later tomorrow, love” Price says over his shoulder as he ushers the other men out of the house.
“Okay,” You nod again, closing the door as they leave.
Sighing, you go upstairs and take a shower. You couldn’t understand why you felt so lonely, like you had been left behind. It wasn’t rational! You wipe your tears as you move your pillowcase into the dryer.
The sadness you felt was all encompassing and painful. You end up showering and then taking a hot bath in an attempt to feel better but you only feel worse and worse. When you make it into your bed, with your clean pillow case you break down.
Big tears run down your face as you hold onto your pillow, sobbing loudly. You had never felt this broken and dejected before. You felt sick, scrambling to the toilet to vomit. Any time you feel semi-okay another wave of sickness takes over you, you feel guilty for vomiting up Soap’s soup.
He was so good even though he hardly knew you, feeding you, being nice…Then Price was good too, getting you your heated blanket, making sure you weren’t sick, getting Gaz to get the silver out of your body…Gaz, sweet Gaz- he fixed you right up, sitting with you as you woke up, pulling you aide, being so nice and accommodating…Ghost, helped you shift, made sure you got inside as it got cold.
You wash your mouth out when you finally feel okayish. You were still crying, feeling so incredibly distraught.
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My Love Will Never Die
Pairing: Bruce Wayne x fem!reader. Tags: emotional hurt/comfort, burnout, established relationship. Title based off a Hozier's song. Ao3 link.
Summary:
« You've done me wrong for a long, long time. But after all you've done, I never changed my mind. »
Behind you, you wonder if the chauffer it is still there, standing. You know he is, the manners making him wait until you enter the house to only then pull the car to the garage. Watching you frozen in place, bag lazily held in a hand, umbrella in another. Hair disheveled, clothes unruly.
You wonder if you look pathetic on his eyes, just as much as you feel currently.
The truth is: you are utterly destroyed.
Not only mentally. Your muscles ache, pain spiking up on your lower back worse than any damage a sharpened knife could cause. Feet so thoroughly hurt by heels they're numb, if not for the casual sharp sting.
It is Gotham. The sky is grey, the city sucks up you out of life each passing moment.
Rain splatters against your umbrella. You stand just before the front door of Wayne Manor, mindlessly fidgeting with the wedding ring sitting pretty on your finger.
One year. You've been married with Bruce Wayne for one year already? Doesn't feel like it.
Time flew before your eyes, the start of it all just below your eyelids. Every first so toothachingly sweet, burned into your brain. Press nails against skin until it sharpens.
Behind you, you wonder if the chauffer it is still there, standing. You know he is, the manners making him wait until you enter the house to only then pull the car to the garage. Watching you frozen in place, bag lazily held in a hand, umbrella in another. Hair disheveled, clothes unruly.
You wonder if you look pathetic on his eyes, just as much as you feel currently.
Not worthy of the surname Wayne, to be called “lady of the house”.
Time is a cruel kind of lesson.
"Ms. Wayne." Alfred's voice, invariably courteous, calls. You almost wince at the door opening. He stands before you, maybe a little unnerved by your state, but if it's displeasure or worry on his face, you can't tell.
He masks terrifically well. You're always alarmed by this.
"Are you alright, ma'am?"
At that, you do wince.
"Yes, Alfred." Your brain haven't even processed his presence yet when you walk past him. He takes your coat and bag. "Just got lost in thoughts for a moment."
"Pondering the mysteries of our universe at the front step?" Ah, you do love the edge of sass in his voice. You meet his eyes, a shy-like (unlike you) smile cursing your face. "Shall I fetch for tea? Supper will be served in one hour's time."
Some months ago, you might have looked forward for it. If Bruce couldn't welcome you after work, he at least would make sure to eat dinner with you.
Deep in your stomach, rot. You swallow dry.
"No, thanks," you say, taking a deep breath. Desperately– desperately talking through the knot in your throat. "I just want to hit the showers and sleep," you say, all sincerity.
You smile politely. He doesn't pushes you.
It is easy to backslide. To make oneself likeable, less volatile, more agreeable. Until you can earn love and care.
(Oh. It's getting bad again.)
"And Bruce?" You ask halfway through up the stairs, despite yourself. My love for you is bigger than words. I search for you everywhere.
The silence that hangs would be enough of an answer. Alfred is merciful, though. "Still working, ma'am."
Isn't it painful? Loving someone just from outside their life?
Wayne Manor is a haunted house. Constantly burning, touching the skies with horrible black smoke. Sculpted coffered ceilings, furniture of expensive dark wood. Bristol, yet you can see the city and all its skyscrapers by the right window.
Wayne Manor, aka Bruce Wayne's first grave.
Every corner, a memory.
"Of course," you mutter to yourself, emotion pooling in the eyes.
Love is about the failure of language, so you fall silent and disappear into the halls.
~*~*~
The sheets are clean like you know they would be.
Heels are the first to go. You kick them off, grumbling in satisfaction. Earrings next, then lipstick messily scrubbed off in any sheet of paper.
Hairpin and belt lost to the ground. Bra? Disappeared.
Yet, despite being absolutely exhausted, you stop just before the bed. Ice at the nape of your neck like a garrote, a promise. Knot in your throat to hang on.
King-sized, silk sheets, cloud soft. Each breath is a stutter of a muscle, the blood running in your veins a statement that you are, in fact, alive.
Isn't it such a lousy fear? The fear to sleep and have yet another nightmare. Oh, to be worn out mind and body and still unable to touch a bed.
The sheets are clean, white-pure. Sours you mouth.
Messy and childish fear. To see the future, where he dies by your feet using the damned cowl. Feats unnamed, life unhonoured.
Death smiles to Batman.
(Ah, Bruce. I would break my own fingers for you. Tear the tongue out of my mouth.
But there are limits.)
You can't even remember half those nightmares. Hands shaking, clattered flesh, de-boned corpses–
You don't want to ruin the sheets. You don't want to ruin your life.
~*~*~
It might be 5am.
He nuzzles against your neck, breath hot and exhausted, chest to your back. Skin painted with purple and red, scar-tissue mapping constellations, saying eat.
Eat you do. Bite one step removed, soft-mouthed kissing blue veins and rough hands. Until you lips become raw and numb.
His weight sinks the mattress, acting like a gravitational pull. Bruce's body, which furnaces can't compare, protectively embraces you.
He's so warm. It's 5am and you both are lying together, legs intertwined, his face buried on your shoulder. You listen to his breathing, slow and controlled, in the comforting quiet of unrealized-hours.
I wish the past had been kinder on you. How the world is cruel and how you refuse to be.
Soft sunlight hums through the damasked curtains, birds start to sing. You are wide awake, and he is too.
You'd seen him die down in your mind, every night. He lives your nightmares, putting on the suit. You're not bound to him by fate, not a soulmate, with no divine intervention; hallowed by gums aching and reverence– that is to say: the door is open, you can walk away.
Because one day, he won't come back.
You know it. He knows it. He has the arrangements prepared for the occasion.
And nowadays, he can't afford to leave the cave if not for going downtown.
The life of a hero is very unthankful.
"Do you hate me?" he asks you, voice rough to be an knife's edge. It's been long enough since you last felt him this close, low in your ear.
Bruce assures you through touch. Calloused thumb rubbing your wrist. Affections ebbs in his palms, love even. A work in progress.
In all your inner turmoil, you can see yourself getting quite tired of it all. The late nights crawling up walls, knowing he won't come back until morning– the stitching of wounds, his blood in the Persian rugs– but to imagine oneself as his enemy? As in, hating him?
"No," you murmur in a steady heartbeat. A detour cross your mind, of eustress: he gets tired too. And, then you say for good measure, "Never."
People don't really think how tiring tragic the life of a hero is. But there's this exhilarating moment where all that exists is Bruce's breath in your skin.
"Do you love me?" he asks because he can't take any chances. Oh, you can bet a kid that grew up traumatized will need reassurance. Constant, gentle reassurance.
White stripes of scars in his knuckles and forearms below your fingertips, drawing into your memory again and again.
The truth is: you are utterly destroyed.
Not only physically. But he tugs with your heartstrings everyday, bruised like he'd been squeezing it. The more it lingers more you realize you've been packing up emotions for weeks, now.
"What a silly thing to ask," you say. Not an answer. Neither are breathing for a second, there. You teeth clatter like a damn trying to bust.
Ah! There's a lot of messed up stuff happening all the time. You coil in yourself, perhaps considering. Bruce's touch shudders.
And there is something to realize. You'd rather die drowning for love than in thirst of it. Repeat to yourself, to him, I will never leave you. In healthiness and sickness–
"On purpose. Always–"
Love, who is brutal, who is stored in the viscera–
"–I love you."
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enchanted to meet you ⋙ 21. everything out in the open
CW: panic attack, kidnapping, implied death/murder
⋙ written part included 『••✎••』
The last thing you remembered was watching the bus drive away, leaving you at the bus stop while you bemoaned to Minho that you'd be late. You felt bad, wasting his time but part of you was relieved. You didn't feel like you could see him just yet.
'I'll tell you I like you in person.'
Your face had burned as you remembered his texts from earlier in the day. "Please be serious." You had whispered to yourself as you shot him back a message asking for a milk tea. You didn't think your heart could take it if he wasn't, but at the same time, you knew that he wouldn't say such things lightly. A giddy little grin broke out on your face, wondering if he'd hold your hand again on the way home.
"Y/n?" A voice called out, breaking you out of your thoughts.
You looked up and then it all went black.
Now, your head was pounding as you gingerly opened your eyes, the small amount of light in the room causing a shooting pain behind them.
What the hell, you weakly thought, starting to shift yourself into a sitting position when you realized your hands were bound behind your back.
You inhaled sharply, fighting the panic rising in your throat as you tugged on your arms, but whatever it was that was restraining you wasn't giving you any leeway.
Luckily, your legs were free and you were able to awkwardly push yourself up against a wall before looking around.
You realized you were sat in a library or an office of some sort, the walls lined with books of every color from floor to ceiling. You looked to the wall behind you, realizing you were sitting under a portrait of a man you didn’t recognize.
The panic from earlier began to return with a vengeance as your thoughts started to race. The room was suddenly spinning and your heart was beating uncontrollably as you fought for air.
You didn’t know where you were. You were tied up. You weren’t blindfolded so whoever that had you didn’t care that you could possibly identify things so that means they planned to kill you and you’d never see your family or your friends again and oh god poor Minho would be stuck in that apartment on his own and you’d never again get to see the way his eyes would soften when eating something he liked or the way he’d subtly tried to make sure you eat or-
“Drink.”
A bottle was suddenly held to your lips, the water catching you off guard enough that all your thoughts ceased and you focused instead on drinking it properly.
After a few seconds, the bottle lowered and you were able to breathe.
“Catch your breath.”
You nodded, realizing at some point you had squeezed your eyes shut. When you felt your heart beat had slowed enough, you finally opened them.
“Wooyoung?”
The young man grinned at you, unfazed as he crouched down in front of you. “Hey Y/n.” He simply greeted before placing the water bottle down next to you.
“W-what's-" You tried to ask, confusion settling heavily in your mind.
"Don't freak out. You're safe." Wooyoung reached out and patted you on the head, still grinning. "For right now, at least."
You ducked your head, avoiding any further head pats from Wooyoung. For some reason, the idea of him touching you made your skin crawl even though the other man had been doing that to you for as long as you knew him. "What do you mean?"
"Well, if your boyfriend and his little coven come through, you'll be fine. Doesn't make sense to hurt a hostage."
"Hostage? What do you mean?" You questioned, "Woo, what's going on?"
"I mean, I probably shouldn't tell you..." Wooyoung trailed off before looking behind himself. After a second of making sure you both were alone, he turned back to you. "I guess it won't hurt to get everything out in the open. Haven't you been wondering why magic wasn't working in your apartment?"
You frowned, confused as to how he knew that. "Uh... yeah?" You hesitantly answered, already not liking where this conversation was going.
"About six months ago, we reached out to your roommate and offered her a spot in our coven if she'd get us a special something that the Blackpink Coven was hoarding." Wooyoung began to explain, moving to sit in front of you now.
"Special something?"
Wooyoung nodded excitedly. "Right, so, they have- had this amulet, super old and super powerful. It basically erases any magic done around it without having to invoke any words, even passively. It's the kind of thing you'd want when you have enemies, y'know?" You nodded absentmindedly and Wooyoung continued, his eyes bright. "So obviously, any coven would want that. It's how Blackpink became as big as they are. But they're an all girl coven, so we couldn't even get close to them. So we got your roommate to come to them as a prospect. Honestly, it's super impressive how she was able to lift the amulet. She was probably more talented as a pickpocket than a witch, to be honest."
"But she left?" You asked, pressing yourself closer to the wall. Suddenly the idea of him being in your personal space felt wrong, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. "Ran off with no warning."
"Oh yeah, we're so very aware of that." Wooyoung let out a laugh devoid of any humor. "She got what we wanted but then when we were supposed to make the switch, she suddenly didn't have it anymore. I think she thought she could bargain with us for more than she already did, y'know?"
He shrugged and looked at you, waiting for a response as you only stared back at him in horror.
"The most she would tell us was that it was hidden somewhere. And if that was all she was going to tell us, we really didn't have any more use of her. I mean, at that point, you and San were getting along great so it's not like we wouldn't have access to your apartment at some point."
"San?" You parroted, stomach sinking.
"Yup, San." Wooyoung nodded, unfazed before continuing. "So you know, you didn't have a roommate anymore and the plan was to have San move in but then..." He sighed heavily, as if disappointed in you. "Your boyfriend answered the door."
"N-not my boyfriend." You weakly said, too engrossed to protest properly.
"Boyfriend, roommate, the same thing." Wooyoung waved a hand, dismissing you. "But now we had a problem. We tried to get in but our magic wouldn't even work on the front door! So we definitely knew the amulet was somewhere in the apartment. But then you got his entire coven involved so we had to take a step back from that plan."
"You guys tried to break in?" Your head began to swam with all the new information being thrown at you.
"Yup. And when that failed, I was supposed to grab you but again, Lee Minho got involved." Wooyoung rolled his eyes, annoyed. "'I'll come get you from the bus stop.'" He quoted and your stomach sank, realizing you were right, that you had been followed that night. "At this point, the rest of our coven is getting annoyed that we haven't come through yet. Ugh, and they can be so pushy sometimes, y'know?" He asked and paused, as if waiting for you to agree. “So we were basically out of time to wait.”
“It’s unfortunate you missed your bus, isn’t it?” A familiar voice called and both you and Wooyoung looked up to see San leaning against one of the bookshelves, arms crossed over his chest. You realized you had been so engrossed in the conversation that you hadn’t heard him walk up. “Thanks for letting me know when you would be by yourself, by the way." He turned to Wooyoung, tossing him something. "Take care of this for me, won't you?"
Wooyoung nodded and turned to you, holding up what you realized was your phone. He held it up to you and you watched as it read your face, unlocking. "Woah, that's a lot of messages. It's kinda sweet how concerned your friends are." Wooyoung grinned before standing up, walking over to San with your phone held out.
"Aww, look at this one. 'Kitty Minho.'" San read aloud and you felt your stomach drop to your knees, hating this blatant breach of your privacy. "He's messaged you more than anyone else has. 'I'll come get you even if I have to do it as a cat.'" San read in a mocking voice, then paused, looking at you over your phone. "What's that mean?"
You shook your head, refusing to answer. "Don't get him involved." You pleaded.
"Too late." You could see San typing and heard the 'whoosh' of a sent message before he suddenly turned to look at you, excitement evident on his face. "'Kitty Minho'... is he Kitty?" San turned back to your phone, eagerly typing out a new message. "No wonder why your cat hated me."
Wooyoung giggled, draping himself across San's arm as the other man continued to text on your phone. "Talk about a crazy cat lady, you had to turn your boyfriend into a cat..." He paused, tilting his head as he thought about it. "Or wait, did you turn your cat into your boyfriend?" He laughed again, placing his head against San's shoulder. "You could turn me into a cat, babe."
San smirked but didn't say anything as he sent out a final text message, locking your phone afterwards. "He has until midnight to bring it. Otherwise..." He shrugged, jostling Wooyoung who pouted at being moved.
"Otherwise what?" You asked, looking between San and Wooyoung.
"Don't worry about it. He'll come through, right?" San clicked his tongue and turned, leaving the library with Wooyoung trailing behind him. "See you in a few hours, Y/n."
You watched them leave, the door closing behind them with a definitive 'click' as you were left alone with just your racing thoughts.
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lucky encounters
featuring : bokuto koutarou
includes : fluff ! this started off as a vent bcs i had no one to tell tbh so if the part w the manager seemes a bit personal, it was. anwuas stan bokuto foreva and allways <33
working in a convenience store isn't the best job to have. your manager nags you a lot for the pettiest things ever, you always always get the day shift so opening up at the crack of dawn all alone is exhausting oh and favouritism is a thing among you and your coworkers seeing as how differently your manager treats them and you (you're pretty sure she's just jealous you naturally attract people anyway.)
but you still get paid at the end of the day and job hunting is a pain in the ass so you're stuck with this for a while.
okay, it wasn't so bad. most of the time when the manager leaves for the day, you get to relax and blast out songs in the middle of the store. you get to have small talks with the vendors that come and go everyday so that cures your boredom.
the sound of the bell ringing caught your attention and immediately went into your customer service mode, yelling out a chirpy "welcome!" with your ever so easy fake smile. you never really expect a reply so when the customer yells a very energetic "good morning!", you couldn't help but look up.
and boy did you not regret it.
this guy, man honestly, is just— well you had eyes and there's no sugarcoating it. he's hot. like, extremely ridiculously hot. you can't help but let your eyes trail his well built physique and to his multi coloured hair that you're sure no one can pull off except for him. white with black streaks? if it were anyone else you're pretty sure they'd look like an old man— but he looked far from it.
you had to stop checking him out when he finally made his way towards the counter.
"hi," you croaked, cursing for it slightly, "is this all?"
"yep!" he says with a cheery smile, almost too cherry for a dull sunday morning.
good god even his smile is contagious.
you ring him up as you usually would for any customer and if your cheeks were red then you could blame the humid weather. "thanks, have a nice day."
"you too!" he says, giving you a small wave before exiting the store.
suddenly, you don't hate morning shifts.
***
your days definitely gets better when he comes in.
you don't know his name (and you don't want to come off as a creep to find out) but he's becoming a regular at the store since last week. he has white blackish hair and always wears a fitted t-shirt that hung in all the right places and a pair of shorts. you assume he jogs in the morning judging how he always comes in a bit sweaty and always always buys at least two bottles of water.
not that you keep track of what he buys or anything. it's just, he's nice eye candy to have around, alright?
and he's so friendly. over the time he's come in, he's always the kind of customer that initiates small talk. most of the time you hate it seeing as you like to keep to yourself but his aura is so inviting you can't help but talk to him when you get the chance too.
but it's not like you like him or anything. not like you haven't a crush on a customer that treats you like any guy who was raised right should.
but then again was it so bad if you did?
ugh. yes. yes it was.
this guy could have a girlfriend for all you know and you're here ogling him like a snack. (which he is— no— stop looking at him!)
"morning!"
his voice caught your attention and you realized he had just come through the entrance, precisely at 8:30 am like usual.
"good morning." you gave a smile, a real genuine one than your default customer service smile.
you kept yourself busy by arranging the pens in the holder even though it'll just spiral into a circle in the end.
you saw him grab what he needed and walk towards the counter, mimicking his movements from behind it so you'd both get there at the same time.
"ooo what's this?" he said, pointing to the display of chocolates right on the counter.
"ah, it's a buy 1 get one free deal. since, you know, it's valentine's day and all that."
"oh, that's right." you saw his eyes widen slightly.
is this your chance to finally know if he's going to buy something for he's maybe significant other?
"there's also a lot of selections behind you, special price just for today," you continued, pointing at the rack behind him. he followed your gesture and began looking through it.
so he did have someone. right? why else would he get chocolates if it weren't for someone he liked?
"which one would you get?"
"well a lot of people have been buying the one with nuts or fruits so—" you started but
"do you like it too?"
"me? not really. I'd rather get the plain ones for myself." you answered.
"plain, huh?"
"yeah, a boring choice but i like it simple." you defended.
"nah, i don't think that's boring at all." he says, almost enthusiastically. he grabs two plain chocolate bars and sets it up on the counter.
you ring him up as usual, and as he grabs the bag you packed his stuff in— he takes out one of the chocolate bars and hands it to you.
"happy valentines day." he says with a beaming smile, before waving you goodbye and exiting the store.
what.
****
you don't see him after that.
he doesn't come in when he usually does and your morning shifts honestly got a little boring.
it doesn't seem as lively as it was and you curse yourself that every time the front entrance rings out, you're kind of hoping it was him.
and besides you didn't get to thank him for the chocolate properly! granted you did splutter out a thank you after composing yourself from blushing too much a little, but by then he was already out the door and out of earshot.
sighing, you chose to distract yourself from feeling too bummed mr hottie didn't visit yet again today and drag the box filled with— snacks ? candies? honestly you didn't give a damn— and settled yourself in front of one of the empty shelves.
you sat cross legged on the floor and tried your best to restock the shelves before you. and maybe tried to reorganise things that didn't even need to be organised, it was a long shift, sue you for wanting something to do. your manager was at the front so you didn't have to worry about paying attention to the cashier so much.
you were in the middle of organising, moving things to your entertainment when you felt a pair of eyes looking at you from the left. you turned your head and— oh. it was him.
he was peeking, rather cutely, from the aisle and looking at you as if he wanted to say something.
"hi," he settled for instead.
"hi there, " you say, a little dumbstruck. "um, are you looking for something?"
"no, not really. I just, I didn't see you up there." he says in an as a matter of fact kind of tone.
damn it, why did he have to say it like that?
"oh." because that's all that was going through your brain now. cmon, say something else!
"chocolate! thank you…for the chocolate the other day. I didn't get to tell you that."
" 's'not a problem!" he says in his cheery nature. "I actually never had those so really I should thank you for letting me give it a try too!"
so it wasn't for someone else then?
but then again maybe he's just being nice. yeah, nice. he's just a really nice guy.
"of course. you didn't have to. i mean i could just get those for myself anyways. "
"i know but iwanted to. i hoped you didn't mind.” he said, then raised his eyebrows at you. “i hoped no one else minded too?"
you're lucky your brain caught onto his double meaning.
“oh no, i didn't mind it at all. I think it was sweet.”
the smile he gave you was so bright you're sure it could cure anything.
“great! I mean, uh, that's great.”
before you could continue— someone clearing their throat broke your little trance and you could almost see the disapproving glare your manager was throwing at you.
"ah,i have to get back to work."
"no worries. I'll catch you later?"
"sure thing." you said automatically, feeling the excitement of seeing him again rise inside of you.
***
the weather was hot when you exited the store and normally you'd retreat back inside the air conditioned space, but that didn't affect you today when you saw him again at the end of your shift. you heard him call out for you so now he was running and you slowed down for him on purpose.
"if i didn't know any better, I'd say you were stalking me." you teased.
he immediately panicked. "I'm not, I swear! I was picking up my mail when I saw you so I wanted to catch up with you." he said sheepishly, walking in step with you now. "I just moved to that apartment and well, you're in my morning jog route now."
ah, that explains it.
"I'm glad I caught you actually. I wanted to see you before I go."
"oh, you're going somewhere?"
"oh, uh, it's game season now so i have a few joint practices away from home."
"oh, you're an athlete?" that makes a lot of sense. if he wasn't you'd just assume he was another gym guy because good god look at his body.
focus.
"yep! i play volleyball for the jackals."
"wait, you mean MSBY Jackals? that jackals?"
"yeah, that's the one!" he says proudly.
now that you think about it, you've heard about his team once or twice on the TV playing in the background of your workplace. can't believe one of them actually lives so near you.
"i have some time left before i have to go and i was wondering if you're free after this," he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, "would you maybe want to grab a cup of coffee with me?"
he might be a big shot in the sports world but standing beside you now, he looks nothing more than a guy in high-school asking the girl he likes out. you can't help the teasing smile that makes it's way to your face. "i will if you actually tell me your name."
"I never told you?" he says, mostly to himself than to you. "my name's bokuto koutarou!
"so can i call you kotarou?"
"you can call me anytime, honestly— I mean— ANYTHING—um—i'm good with anything."
you couldn't help but giggle. he's so cute.
"It's a date then."
#bokuto fluff#haikyuu fluff#bokuto x you#bokuto x reader#hq bokuto#bokuto koutarou#bokuto drabble#bokuto x y/n#haikyuu x y/n#haikyuu imagines#bokuto imagines#haikyuu x reader#bokuto headcanons#bokuto scenarios
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I have a lot of weird moods lately, all of it being mixed completely in a chaotic way, but I think it feels nice to figure out some stuff and to think about it o/
I'm thinking a lot about how I experience love in fact, because I always wonder if my affection comes from my desire to get some physical reassurance or just to feel loved because of my own complex family situation. Like even if it takes me time to fully develop crushes or actually fall in love, I always find myself wondering very early in relationships if romantic (or at least romantic coded) stuff could happen between one person or me. And idk I just don't know if that's something pretty ok or not, or if it's just my lack of confidence speaking ? What do I need or want exactly ? Sometimes I feel like my brain is just jumping on people as if I was searching some kind of comfort absolutely, but it's not always something I have control over.
It's confusing, I remember I loved people deeply but it also caused me a lot of pain, and I don't want to go through that again and I felt really free last time I finally felt like I cut off the strings that took me attached to someone too much to the point I would feel bad. It's a real difficult thing to talk or even think about because I now realize love isn't just "we love each other, let's date", there are so much situations, so much nuances, so much needs, so much differences depending of the person(s).
I know I'm demi and super super super super super romantic and also can be super super sexually attracted to someone at some point, it just takes me time, and sometimes it's blurred and confusing, but at the same time I just don't know what to expect or want from a "classic" or "normal" romantic relationship. I want to date yes, but what is it exactly ? How does that work ? How are you supposed to know these codes or norms, how can you be sure you're doing good ?
Sometimes I just wish things could just be like, "we have this strong bond and we both love physical affection, let's just do our thing and decide of what we'd like for us as we go" without just thinking too much, but at the same I'm demi and developing a crush or love can take so much time, and sometimes it's not even a crush it's more but it's not fully romantic either, I can get so lost in all this,,
It feels good to learn and do researches about it tho, because in fact even if I did try and even if I did loved people a lot, I never got into a romantic relationship for real and idk I'm 24 and just wondering how that stuff work. I'm not even pressed by time or anything or what I'm just, really curious and also just trying to understand what could work for me too, or what if I'm just lacking experience and stuff will be clear as I go on, idk
I haven't really thought about all of that for the past few years, mostly focused on uni, and honestly I just felt really good on my own after the chaos of my previous romantic experience. But now after a few years chilling in my corner I admit I start to think about it again, and while I don't actively seek anything or just want it absolutely, I'm just scared of how I would handle things if that does happen again. Especially with all the stuff going on on my side, with family and all
I may be good at art, I'm not that great when it comes to relationships. But I always have been really romantic lmao and it just comes out because I still have this idea of giving a lot to someone. idk when you experience romantic attraction it's just so big and so hard to describe, I just wish I could love myself just as much as I loved someone else in the past
So I've been learning about QPRs, searching and also reading and watching videos, talking about it, and basically I'm learning a lot of stuff about all of the possibilities that exist for relationships. I don't know if my strong love always come from what I experienced at home and I just try to fill the hole, or if I'm just truly like that and love a lot, but either way, no matter when or what happen I just hope things can be smooth, and that I can learn to handle my own insecurities
#just some thoughts about love and attraction and relationships because i admit it's been on my mind a lot lately#qpr#relationship#romantic#love
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angst with bellie bel
Strangers.
°pairing°> bella ramsey x reader
°summary°> you can't help but get excited when Bella says he has something to tell you. Only to get your heart crushed moments later.
°requested°> yess!
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i am still working on your requests so please don't sorry if i haven't posted your req yet! Also sorry if this sucks im still not feeling well but i felt bad leaving your guys' requests for so long and i didn't want anyone ro get mad at me lol. so i wasn't sure what direction to take this in and i lowkey suck at writing angst but i hope you like it! I used he/him pronouns for Bella! thank youuu for the request love you<33
You and Bella had been best friends for a while now. You used to do everything together, go everywhere together. Recently though you two had been growing distant and it killed you. You loved him far more than a best friend should and you knew that.
Bella had been out of country for filming and in the beginning it was like it always was. Facetiming every night, messaging you whenever he was on break and constantly updating you on his plans. You remember the late nights where he'd tell you how filming was and about his new cast members.
With time however that seemed to stop. No more factimes or messages and when you'd reach out you were always met with a "im busy rn" or "maybe later" only to never hear back from him.
You were upset and angry to say the least. You just wanted an explanation as to why suddenly your best friend was no longer making an effort to talk to you. It was the day Bella flew back home. You marked it on your calander back when he originally flew over.
You stared at your phone re-reading Bella's text over and over again. "hey can i come over? i need to tell you something really important." you cursed yourself for getting excited, for thinking he was going to tell you how sorry he was for shutting you out. Were you really gonna let him come over after he practically ignored you for months on end? Yes, you were.
"sure." You thought about typing something more, anything more but at the same time you felt he didn't deserve it. It wasn't long before he showed up.
You let him in and closed the door behind you, he made a bee line for the couch but you stayed standing. "You're not going to sit?" he sounded confused.
"No, I'm fine standing. What did you want to tell me again?" you urged him. "Straight to point are we? Uh..well I'm not sure how to say this but i uh got a girlfriend. Macy, you remember her?" you were crushed to say the least and all you wanted to do was cry.
Of all the people aswell. It had to be Macy, the Macy that Bella used to talk about on facetime with you, the Macy Bella had been working with for these past months, the Macy you never actually got to meet. "oh. yea i remember her." the pain was evident in your voice and tears were pricking your eyes.
You see, at this point you weren't even that upset that Bella had a girlfriend no, you were upset that Bella had been shutting you out and practically ignoring you all this time because of her.
"What? What's the matter?" he demanded. Not a hint of concern in his voice. "I just, i don't know what to say Bella" you weren't lying you really didn't know what to say to him. "Oh i don't know maybe a I'm happy for you would do?" he stood up at this point and you could tell he was getting agitated.
"I can't. I can't say that I'm happy for you that would just be lying." your voice wavered. "Why can't you just be happy for me then? Your my friend thats what you're supposed to do." Appalled was what you were.
"So we're gonna play that game huh? Alright, friends don't randomly stop calling each other. Friends don't dismiss each other when they're very clearly trying to reach out. Friends don't leave the country and essentially cut you out like you were never even that important. Im so sorry i can't be happy for you. Im so very sorry that all those nights you were having fun in a different country with your girlfriend i was here in my apartment trying to find out what i did that was so wrong it pushed my best friend and love of my life to the point where he no longer wanted to talk to me."
You aggressively wiped away your tears waiting for him to respond. "oh. i didn't-" you cut him off before he could even finish. "just leave Bella. Im tired. I have been waiting months for you and now you're back and i never wanna see you again. I don't want your petty fucking excuses and i don't want your half assed apology and if you're expecting an apology you wont be getting one so i suggest you just go."
He looked at you with regret evident on his face. A part of you begged for you to apologize, to make thigs right again but it had already been done. You couldn't take back what was said. He stopped for a moment as if he were going to say something but decided against it and walked past you towards the door. You didn't bother turning around, you almost couldn't. "Goodbye."
One word. It shouldn't have hurt as much as it did. You knew that one word was the last word you'd ever hear from Bella and you hated it. You thought about stopping him. You thought about calling him. You thought about how things would be if you had just put on a fake facade for that one conversation but at the end of the day you didn't. You didn't call him. You didn't stop him and you didn't act happy for him that day.
You two were strangers now. Strangers with a backstory. Strangers who'd stay up all night wondering what your life would be like if you were still friends.
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Doctor Who x Reader
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hiii this is my first fic in about 4 years probably :) this is obviously a new account, so yeah that's why there's nothing else here. um anyways, i definitely got incredibly carried away with this, did not have an idea going into it (still think it ended up great), 12 is probably out of character, and i somehow wrote it in under 3 hours??
anyway, I hope it's enjoyable! and please let me know your thoughts :)
12th Doctor x Reader
(really student/professor but can be romantic or platonic, whatever vibes you catch.)
Word Count: 2,600+
Summary: You have been hearing a drumming in your head. One, two, three, four. It's been affecting your mental state, and you haven't been to class in a while. Maybe your professor, The Doctor, is able to help figure this out?
Warnings: mentions of depression and suicidal thoughts.
A drumming had been haunting you for months as you slept.
One, two, three, four.
One, two, three, four.
It would sound non-stop until you couldn't bear it any longer, and woke up. Every time you would wake up the same: in a cold sweat, panting, with tear streaks running down your face.
Each day the drumming's effect on you grew. It was affecting your mental state immensely. You felt a deep pain and sadness hanging over you like a cloud most days. You wouldn't be able to get out of bed, much less go to classes. You weren't hungry often, and couldn't eat when you were. You avoided your friends and your schoolwork, occasionally texting your parents to keep them from worrying.
You weren't sure if your professors noticed your absences. They hadn't reached out to you in any way. It's not like they'd notice you in the sea of students. They must see hundreds a day anyways.
It's not like anybody would notice you anyway. At least that's what the drumming would whisper to you.
One, two, three, four.
You keep to yourself. Don't have any close friends in your classes, and not many close friends at school in general. Nobody really knew who you were. Your favorite color. Childhood pets. How long it takes you to sleep. How often you're awoken by the drumming.
One, two, three, four.
Nobody would notice if you're gone.
One, two, three, four.
They don't even notice when you're there.
One, two, three, four.
-+-
You wake up. In a cold sweat. Panting. You reach both your hands to your face and rub your palms on your cheeks. Tears were cleared from your face and now sat on your hands. You sit up and release a heavy sigh. It's like the sigh has been waiting to escape all night. Like your body was relieved to be released from the nightmare drumming.
You decide to get out of bed, an easier decision than previous day's had been. You stretch your limbs and yawn. You walk to the bathroom and face your reflection. Today was going to be okay.
Or will it be.
One, two, three, four.
"It will be. Today will be okay." You affirmed to yourself in the mirror. You let out another sigh, smiled at yourself softly, and began your morning routine.
You do your make-up while watching a video. You found that taking the time to do your make-up gave you time to relax, breathe, and be yourself. You felt better about your days when you take this extra time to yourself in the morning. So, whenever you manage to get out of bed, you try to manage doing make-up too.
The video you watched was just of some guy unnecessarily analyzing a TV show you liked. He went into extreme detail about small details from the show and created theories about why certain things happened and what might happen next. You enjoyed his content. He reminded you of one of your professors.
He was a very kind old man who you can tell cares deeply about everything he talks about. He has a Scottish accent that somehow grows stronger with excitement. He's enthusiastic and rambles, and never really has a set course of taking points. He just lets his mind and his heart lead him. Saying whatever he finds most awestrucking and veering off topic drastically. In fact, you weren't really sure what the class was meant to be about.
The course description when signing up simply said, "Discussion-based class, humanities topics." The syllabus was no extra help, practically said the same thing with all the extra school required information listed. But it fulfilled your humanities credit, and the first day was interesting enough, so you stayed in the class.
Thinking about the professor, The Doctor, just The Doctor, made you want to go to his class. You checked the time on your phone. It did start in a little over two hours. You finished getting ready and then waited.
You waited maybe fifteen minutes before getting bored. You quickly put your bag together and walked out your door, then your building, into the outside would. It had been at least thirty-two hours since you were last outside. The air felt cool against your skin, reviving your senses and making you softly smile to yourself. You could hear the wind rustle the branches of nearby trees that swayed. Somehow, these trees looked the same as ever, and more beautiful than ever.
You turn around in a full circle and take in the Earth around you. She really is beautiful. You don't sit with her enough.
With new energy in your body, the dark cloud caused by the drumming smaller than ever, you walk around your campus mindlessly. Every step you take grounds you to the Earth, reminding you that the drumming can't be real.
One, two, three, four.
It isn't real.
-+-
You take a seat in the auditorium where The Doctor's class is held. You gently place your bag on the floor next to you and wait as the seats pile up. Five minutes later the room is almost full, and the tall man with short grey hair walks in, greeting the class with a Scottish, "Hello!" as he places his bag down and immediately starts writing on the chalkboard.
"Music." is written on the board. He swiftly turns around on his heel. He stops and makes direct eye contact with you. He stares for a moment, a twinkle in his eye. He diverts his attention from you and begins speaking,
"So," he clasps his hands, "who wants to tell me the importance of music to humanity?"
Hands shoot up all around you. You had been missing a fun class.
-+-
The class ends and you have a beaming smile on your face. You hadn't realized truly how fun and entrancing The Doctor was. Every student was hooked on his every word, waiting for what insane piece of information would come flying out of his mouth next. Every student including you.
The class was packing their bags and leaving around you. You heard groups starting to chat. Friends laughing loudly.
You don't have friends like that here. Your smile falls.
One, two, three, four.
A tap on the wooden desk in front of you wakes you from your thoughts, a Scottish voice accompanying it, "Are you okay, y/n? I noticed you haven't been to class in a while."
You looked up at The Doctor, no doubt admiration for him and sadness from your thoughts filling your eyes. He could read your eyes. He could read the pain and the sadness. He's felt it before.
"You noticed?" You stifled out.
"Of course I noticed." His face softened, "All of my students are important to me."
"But there's so many of us?"
"So?"
You didn't have a response to that. You suppose he was right. You just looked down at your bag, grabbed it, and started to stand up.
"Would you like to come into my office?"
You looked at him, confused and shocked.
"Just for lunch and to discuss whatever is going on. If you'd like." You look at him, still confused. Your head cocks slightly to one side, and your mouth begins to open, but The Doctor beats you to it, "I lost a student not too long ago. Her name was Bill. Bill Potts. I miss her a lot, you see, she was more than just my student. She was also my friend. She made me better. I can see her in you, and I would hate to... " He pauses, "I'm just worried about how many classes you've missed. You may not be able to pass my course."
You're really confused now. The gears are turning in your head, processing his confession of loss turned into you not passing the class. The Doctor can see the gears turning on your face, in the way your eyebrows scrunch intensely and your pupils move back and forth. You close your eyes, relax your face, and look at him with a smile.
"I would like to go to your office, yeah. Thank you." Your eyes are sincere, and when you meet his, so are they.
You follow him a short ways through campus to his office. His steps and your steps opposite. Like the drumming.
One, two, three, four.
One, two, three, four.
You try to ignore it. You try really hard but can't. You stop walking, and the drumming stops. You sigh in relief, The Doctor looks back at you with concern.
"Sorry," you say, catching up to him with a smile, "I thought I saw something."
"Like what?" He asks, curiosity filling his face.
"Oh, nothing." You weren't expecting him to ask. You didn't know what to say.
He hums in response, picking up pace until you're at his office. It's a huge room with a desk in the middle, you take a seat on one side of it while The Doctor sits opposite. He has many picture frames on his desk, and a mysterious blue police box in the corner you can't take your eyes off.
One, two, three, four.
"What's that?" you ask, pointing at the box before you can help yourself.
"A police box. It's from London in the 60's. I'm a bit of a collector of sorts."
He had this lie down pat. But you could tell he wasn't being truthful, you didn't know how, but you knew. You didn't press on about the box. You just nodded and smiled, "That's cool."
He nodded too. "Let's talk about why you've been missing class. Is everything okay back home? Anything I can do to help?"
One, two, three, four.
Something compelled you to be honest with him. Again, you didn't know what. He felt familiar. Of course you've known him the whole semester, but it felt more than that. You feel safe. You feel seen. You feel known. You knew when he lied to you just a second ago, but why?
One, two, three, four.
"Can I be honest?" you make eye contact with him, "Like, you won't lock me up in the looney bin for being crazy?" He's about to say something but you interrupt him, "And won't get me kicked out of the school or, or, I don't know, send me off to get government testing?"
He's confused now. But curious too. You can tell he's interested in what you're saying, he wants to know more. It doesn't feel like he's going to judge you. "Yes, you can be honest. You can trust me."
"Promise?" You hold out your pinky. Sure it's silly, but silly makes it more meaningful, more powerful, somehow.
He chuckles and interlocks your pinkies, "Promise."
"Okay." You stop to think.
One, two, three, four.
"So I have this noise in my head."
One, two, three, four.
"It's like drumming. One, two, three, four."
One, two, three, four.
The Doctor stiffens. "And it won't stop, Doctor." you continue. "And it's like it's affecting my thoughts. They're all negative and I'm depressed and it hurts. It really hurts, Doctor." Tears are streaming down your face. You weren't even aware talking about this would make you cry. And you didn't know why you told The Doctor about it.
After a moment of thinking, The Doctor moves from his chair and towards you. His movements are stiff. As if he's nervous. He knows something you don't. He leans down and wraps his arms around you, your head at his chest. You cry harder, and he pulls you closer in comfort.
One, two, three, four.
One, two, three, four.
One, two, three, four.
One, two, three, four.
The drumming was louder than ever. In your head and in your ears. It's not scary anymore though. You move your head away from The Doctor to release you from the hug. The drumming stops. You reach out to his chest without asking, without thinking.
On your hand you feel two heartbeats.
One, two, three, four.
You put your other hand to your own heart. Only one heartbeat. One, two.
Why did he have two heartbeats. One, two, three, four. Why was his the drumming.
"Why-" you start, but need to close your eyes and breathe, "Why does your heart sound like the drumming. Why do you have two heartbeats?"
"Follow me." He walked to the blue police box, opened the door and went inside. You sat there for a moment stunned. Then you cleared your face from your tears and got up. You made your way towards the box, looking at the door before walking inside.
You looked around in amazement. You couldn't believe what you were seeing. Your face broke out into a huge grin. You ran outside and back inside. "This defies all laws of physics! How is it-? It's?" You looked at him expectantly.
"C'mon, I know you want to say it." He had an equally bright, shit-eating grin.
"It's bigger on the inside!"
He laughed with his whole chest and body. His laugh was contagious.
"This," he gestures around the room, "is my T.A.R.D.I.S. Time And Relative Dimension In Space. And I'm a Time-Lord from the planet Gallifrey. We have two hearts, hence the two heartbeats."
You look at him; confusion, amazement, admiration and more displayed on your face.
"Now I don't know why you're hearing my species' heartbeats in your head, but I'm going to figure it out." He looks at you and smiles, you can't help but smile back, "If you want to come with me?"
"With you where?" you ask.
"Anywhere! In the whole wide universe. Not really sure where to start to help you though. Or when for that matter?"
You've never been so confused so many times in the span of one day. "But I have other classes? And don't you too?" Something clicks in your brain, "And what about my parents? And I barely know you! No offense, Doctor. I can't go traveling with someone I don't know."
"If anyone can help you, y/n, it's me. There might not be anyone else in the whole universe." You look at him, desperate now after hearing his words. "And as for your other classes and your family- TARDIS, t," he said, dragging out the sound, "stands for time. She's a time machine. Can take you right back to this moment." He smiled confidently, and made his way towards the center of the room where some sort of console was. He puts his hands on a lever, and looks at you again.
"What?" You asked, awestruck.
"Let me show you." Mischief flashes across his face, but you can tell it's more childlike than malicious. Which is odd for a man who is likely in his sixties.
A whirring sound comes from the center. The door slams shut and the lights start fluctuating. You find it hard to steady yourself as the floor becomes unstable.
"Grab onto something!" The Doctor yells. You do, a railing a few feet away. You grab on tight and try to stand up right. The Doctor is laughing with joy.
One, two, three, four.
The drumming in your head is drowned out by the TARDIS whirring. The whirring sound would soon become a new comfort. And the TARDIS a new home. And The Doctor, he would soon become the most special and fantastic person in your life.
You knew today was going to be a good day. And there are thousands more to come. Thousands more with The Doctor.
He was going to stop the drumming in your head, no matter what he had to do.
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I've been meaning to put together a rec list for forever, but @kprecfest finally gave me the kick in the behind I needed to do it. This is a little long, but in no way exhaustive—I still have so many fics on my to read list and I haven't had the chance to venture far from VegasPete yet (but there are a few non-VP recs at the end there). Also, I tried to limit the number of recs per author to one or two, but so many of these authors have multiple amazing works. If you like something definitely give their profile a view. Also standard caveat to make sure you read the tags for these. I hope you enjoy!
VegasPete
Such Precious Hours by ellieellieoxenfree (wip, explicit, post-canon)
Nobody ever really escapes this life.
One of my favorite takes on post-canon injured Vegas, treating it as the disability it realistically would be. And Ellie is so deft at grounding the physical with emotional pain and vice versa. But this fic has an incredible emotional depth that is alternatively sweet and heavy and hard, with truly great family moments and a lot of heart.
do it for me by lusn (oneshot, mature, post-canon)
Pete rolls onto his back, thunks his head back lightly against the floor. “Goddammit,” he says.
Lu has such a fantastic skill for writing action and bamf!VegasPete. This was the fic that made me fall in love with her writing. It's action-packed and sexy as hell. Super fun.
walking shadows by Lise (oneshot, teen, post-canon)
Even if almost everything else in his life still kind of sucks, Vegas at least thought things with Pete were going pretty well. The past is in the past, right? Everything's fine.
Or not.
Pete's reliving his trauma at night. Vegas has a crisis about it, and tries to figure out what he's supposed to do now.
Annnnnnnnnnngst. The only fic to legit make me cry so far in this fandom. Vegas is really going through it in this fic as he deals with his guilt and self-loathing in the aftermath of canon. Heart-wrenching and devastating.
The Blood in Your Mouth by folie_a_yeux (wip, explicit, f/f au)
She could stay like this for hours, just staring at Pete. Making her stare back. She could snake her fingers through her hair, like she’s done now, countless times, and bare that exquisite neck. She could run her hands over her stomach, down her thighs, feeling her gasp and squirm.
And she could take her. Right here, on the dirty floor of this cramped, filthy room. She could bring back the light in Pete’s eyes, that look she hid in that Bangkok cell. She could make her do more than scream.
F/F PeteVegas, or "Torture is Always Sexier With Lesbians."
God. I love this fic so much. This version of Vegas, with no hope of ever being a heir because of her gender, is truly unhinged and breathtaking. And the writing is just so lush and sharp and visceral.
The Opposite Of Hate by kerrikins (oneshot, teen, character study)
Or, three times Pete should have killed Vegas but didn't.
Or, Pete's filled with emotions and doesn't know what to do with them or what they mean.
Set between his escape and the end of the season.
Kerri is maybe more known for her AUs, but this shorter canonical Pete POV fic is still one of my favorites. I love her take on Pete's mindset through this period of the story and how it transforms over the short period between episodes 13 and 14.
where it's so sweet and heavenly by saru (oneshot, explicit, post-canon w/Venice)
Hornbills mate for life.
Vegas thinks he understands.
or, Pete is the perfect business partner, lover and father. Vegas wants him to have his babies. Figuratively speaking.
Another gorgeously written post-canon fic, this time with a lush sense of setting and symbolism. Also Vegas's obsessive adoration of Pete is this is just top notch.
golden hour by honeydrip (lmeden) (oneshot, teen, post-canon)
Pete stretches as he wakes, a languid gesture that fills up the bed and presses him against Vegas. His spine cracks and the muscles in his shoulders scream and he feels the bruises on his side begin to burn. He is a symphony of pain, and he smiles into the flesh of Vegas’s arm.
Pete and Vegas get ready to go out on a date.
If you are in love with Vegas's wardrobe like me, this is a great fic for you. Also has gorgeous writing and the intimacy is so good.
fool's gold landed on my shoulder by phnelt (oneshot, mature, canon-divergent/au)
Today is the day the minor family attacks the major family’s compound.
It’s the seventh time for Vegas.
(Time loop fic)
Vegas is stuck reliving the minor family coup over and over again. A short time loop fic with a whooper of a punch.
Lost Pet by clandestinegardenias (oneshot, mature, canon-divergent)
Vegas has very few things he truly allows himself to care for, in this life.
Going through the routine of feeding his hedgehog, only to find that a second pet has left him in as many weeks, might finally be the thing that pulls him under.
Events go differently with Pete's escape and Vegas's hedgehog. I'll be honest, this one is on here because it feels like it was written for me a little bit. I'm quite fond of it.
Separated by a degree by shamiram (wip, explicit, au)
Pete doesn't quite know how he went from being a street thug working at an illegal boxing ring to being a bodyguard for one of the most powerful men in Thailand, but he isn’t exactly complaining.
or: Vegas meets Pete at an underground boxing ring, and everything spirals uncontrollably for both of them
This is an omegaverse fic with omega!Vegas and Alpha!Pete. Also a boxer AU. I really love the VegasPete dynamic in this one and how the author approaches canonical events through this AU.
dancing in a snow globe by incendir (oneshot, mature, post-canon)
“Can’t sleep?” Pete echoes back.
“Without you, no,” Vegas says quietly. “I can’t.”
[Or, five times Pete is asked about Vegas, and one time he isn't]
Conversations Pete has in the aftermath of canon. I really love their dynamic in this one. It's all about the codependence and mutual obsession.
The Coexistence of Opposite Values by destimushi (oneshot, explicit, post-canon)
Vegas can’t remember how it started. Can’t remember the day he decided inflicting pain would also bring him pleasure. Not satisfaction, not fulfilment, but a burning pleasure that sets his dick on fire. Pete asks for a caning.
Vegas has thoughts about it.
I really love this fic's exploration of Vegas and his relationship to kink before and after Pete.
take me to your planet by any_open_eye (oneshot, explicit, missing scene)
Pete’s face is doing something. He thinks he might be smiling. He feels fucking high.
What the hell is happening to him? He knows afterglow and this isn't it. If it was, he'd be way more into sex. There were people in high school and then one long-term girlfriend a few years ago, but she never—it was nothing like this. This is like… that blissful moment between sleeping and waking when you're conscious of your body but not yet of your mind. Just a vessel of receptors and processes. Electrified meat.
“That was good, right?” Vegas's hands are on him. “Tell me it was good.”
Probably my favorite fic set within canon. I've reread this one so many times. It so beautifully connects episode 12 to the start of episode 13, and I really love Pete's headspace in this one.
even the clearest water by LuckyDiceKirby (oneshot, mature, post-canon)
He pulled Pete in for another kiss. Pete shoved him, hard, and Vegas fell back a few steps. He was breathing fast, his palms flat against the door. Vegas hadn’t seen him this scared in a long time.
“What’s wrong?” Vegas asked.
“I need you to shut me up,” Pete said. “I don’t care how. Use your belt, your shirt, I don’t care, just don’t let me talk.”
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Vegas and Pete get dosed with a truth drug. No one ends up having a good time.
Pete's characterization in this fic is painful and incisive. Darkly delicious, this one.
Brand Recognition by iffervescent (oneshot, explicit, au)
Vegas wants his top billing back. Pete likes being on the bottom.
Super hot, smutty, smutty porn. I really loved Vegas's characterization in this too, especially his obsession with aftercare.
If You Had Something to Lose by raelle (wip, explicit, au)
When Pete saves a bleeding, gorgeous stranger from being killed by the Yakuza, that man opens doors to a world of submission and pleasure he’d never known before.
When Vegas is saved by a beautiful college student, he knows he doesn’t want to let the man slip through his fingers.
The two of them start up an arrangement: kinky sex, but only casually.
But with the Yakuza on the hunt for the person who took down their men, and the main family asking questions about where Vegas goes when he disappears, how long will their casual arrangement last?
– OR: Pete is a college student. Vegas is in the mafia. They shouldn’t meet, but they do, and their spark is impossible to ignore.
This one is just fun. I've been super enjoying the wild ride it takes me on every Friday. If you are looking for a fun fic to really dive into and spend some time in, this is it.
Other Recs
Intermission by Lise (Macau centric, teen, missing scenes)
His brother's in the hospital, his dad's dead, and his only ally is the main family bodyguard who was stalking Vegas, who seems to be a little unhinged.
Macau, in the aftermath.
Really great exploration of Macau and what he might have been going through in episode 14 (aka he was not having a good time). I really love the range of emotions Macau processes in this and how he bonds with Pete. Great fic.
Dad Joke by nonplussed (Macau & Porchay & Pete, teen)
Technically written for day 1 of VP Fan Week for the prompt 'fake relationship', except there is no fake dating in this fic. There is, however, fake dad-ing
Delightful little fic about Macau and Chay bonding and giving Pete a hard time (with special guests Porsche and Vegas). Love this one.
reignite by lusn (Namphueng centric, teen, post-canon)
Namphueng has been endlessly dreaming. She can only tell because for the first time in years, she might finally be awake.
A darkly compelling exploration of Namphueng as she reacts to canonical events. Deeply love this character exploration and all it's terrible implications.
fuck it all back down by syzygetic (Vegas/multiple, explicit, canon-divergent)
Everything about sex is performative. There is no such thing as fucking without an agenda, at least in Vegas’s experience. He wouldn’t have survived to adulthood if he was precious about shit like that.
Vegas and some of the men he sleeps with in his desperate, rage-filled attempts to be loved or hated--either will work.
I found this one to be a really compelling Vegas character study centering on his obsession with Kinn.
checkmate (series) by majestictortoise (teen/mature, post-canon)
I've actually only read the first few fics in this series, but I adore all of them and plan to finish the rest as soon as I have the time. The author has such an incredible grasp on the characterization for pretty much everybody and I love how they are continuing the story post-canon (aka operation kill korn).
And that's it (for now)! <3
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SR Floyd Leech Apprentice Chef Personal Story: Part 1
"Master Chef"
Part 1 (Part 2)
[Cafeteria – Judging Venue]
Master Chef - Floyd Version ～Let's Make Pescatore Bianco 1～
Floyd: Hey, Wani-chan, that chef coat looks pretty good on you. You totally look like you actually know how to cook.
Sebek: Humph, looks alone are meaningless. I'll go through this program and learn the right skills, too.
Floyd: Oooh, so you don't know how to cook, huh. Want me to give you some advice?
Sebek: I don't need any! I would never ask for advice from a mere human. I will take on this task with my own abilities.
Ghost Chef: Based on what I just heard, does that mean you're good at cooking, Floyd-kun?
Floyd: I'm prolly good enough? At least 'cause they got me cooking a bunch of stuff at the Mostro Lounge.
Floyd: Well, I bet I can cook up some tasty stuff better than Wani-chan, anyway.
Ghost Chef: I see. So, if you have some experience, you must know about the joys of cooking, then.
Floyd: Uh, the joys of cooking…? Eh, I guess I like to mess with recipes, at least.
Floyd: Even if the dish ends up tasting different than I expected, that's pretty fun, so.
Ghost Chef: Yes, yes, I fully agree with you, Floyd-kun.
Ghost Chef: Regardless, this Master Chef course is a program for beginners. I'll treat you just the same as any other student!
Floyd: 'Kay, sure. Let's hurry and get goin' already.
Ghost Chef: W-Wait…! I haven't explained anything yet! Floyd-kun!
[Kitchen]
Floyd: ―Oooh, so this is what the school's kitchen's like.
Floyd: You guys definitely have more cooking equipment that we do in the Mostro Lounge.
Ghost Chef: Alright, let me explain to you today's assignment.
Ghost Chef: Today, we'll have you make a "Pescatore Bianco."
Floyd: Hah? That's a seafood pasta, right? That's not new for me at all.
Floyd: I'm usin' the school's kitchen for once, so I'd rather make something different from what I'm used to.
[starts rummaging through the fridge]
Floyd: Ah, this block of bacon looks good. I bet it'd be tasty all diced up and thrown into a carbonara.
Ghost Chef: Don't start picking through the ingredients in the fridge on your own like that! Also, that's to be used in the soup for tonight's dinner, so you can't use that!
Floyd: What, you want me to stick to a set recipe with set ingredients? It's not like this is one of Ishidai-sensei's potionology classes.
Floyd: Booooring～
Ghost Chef: The assignment has already been decided. If we were to let you change it, that would be unfair to others.
Ghost Chef: Of course, we'll have you make a dish without seafood another time. But today, the assignment is the pescatore, so―
Floyd: Tch, you're being real annoying...
Ghost Chef: WH-WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY!? If you keep up that bad attitude, we'll cancel the Master Chef course for today, you understand!?
Floyd: Fine, fine, a Pescatore Bianco. I'm feelin' up to cooking right now, so fine, I'll do it.
Ghost Chef: Okay, so first I'll start by teaching how to prep the ingredients―
Floyd: For the clams, after rubbing the shells together and washing them thoroughly, soak them in salt water to remove all the sand.
Floyd: For the shrimp, peel off the shell and devein them.
Floyd: For octopus… Oh, we're just going to be using these boiled ones, huh. Okay, then all I gotta do is chop them into chunks.
Ghost Chef: Oho, your prep methods are perfect.
Ghost Chef: The clams we'll be using today have already been cleaned of sand, so all you have to do is rinse them.
Floyd: Okay～ Then I'll fill a pasta pot with a ton of water and put it on the stove…
Floyd: It'll be a pain if the cutting board got all dirty, so I'll prep the spices first.
[chop, chop, chop, chop…]
Ghost Chef: You really do know how to set up the kitchen for cooking. I don't even have time to give out any instructions…
Floyd: Next, I gotta do the main ingredients. Just gotta chop the octopus into bite-sized pieces.
[chop, chop, chop, chop…]
Ghost Chef: You chop fast, and your pieces are uniformly cut… Yes, your knife skills are spectacular.
Floyd: All that's left is shelling and deveining the annoying shrimp. I hate this part 'cause my hands get all smelly.
[shells shrimp]
Ghost Chef: Your skills really are top-notch, since you're cooking often, I see.
Floyd: Ah, the water's boiling. Add some salt and set the timer… Then to throw the pasta into the pot～
[pasta slides into the water]
Ghost Chef: You'll use the cooking water when it's time to sauté the pasta, so make sure you don't throw it away.
Floyd: I knooow～
Ghost Chef: Whew… Except for that scary little bit at the beginning, it's been remarkably smooth.
Ghost Chef: I sure hope that we'll be able to finish this whole process without any issues―
[SNAP, SNAP]
Ghost Chef: Hm!? What's that sound…?
Ghost Chef: HEY, FLOYD-KUN!! WHERE DID YOU GET THAT WHOLE CHICKEN FROM!?
Floyd: The vendors just brought these in.
Floyd: But this really is a huge chicken. It's gonna be a pain taking it apart, man～
Ghost Chef: Yep, yep, I'm sure it was difficult for you to cut off the thigh meat as well… I mean, hey wait, don't be throwing in a chicken like this on your own!
Floyd: But the assignment's too easy, I'm so bored.
Floyd: Both the ingredients and the recipe's just too "familiar" to me, so it doesn't feel like I'm learnin' at all.
Ghost Chef: Even so! No matter how good your technique is, if you make a dish that isn't part of the assignment, I can't give you a passing grade!
Floyd: So, the main thing about the Pescatore Bianco's that it's chock-full of seafood, right?
Floyd: And the "bianco" part is something like, "has a white appearance," or "uses white wine," so…
Floyd: As long at those two rules are kept in place, it'll still be a Pescatore Bianco, no matter what I throw in, right?
Ghost Chef: I… Guess?
Ghost Chef: No, but… Mmm??
Floyd: I'll make sure to use the ingredients the recipe calls for, too. So, time for us to keep going.
Part 1 (Part 2)
Requested by Anonymous.
#twisted wonderland#twst#floyd leech#sebek zigvolt#twst floyd#twst sebek#twst translation#twst masterchef
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OMYGOSH COU!!!
You can't just drop that idea and gatekeep it!!
make Beastzai's death more gratifying??? H-How?
w-when, where, why, who, what-
AIJDFRIEOGHB
okok yes, if it's bad for your mental health, don't write it
but if you don't mind, can I get the concept at least?
I must see what's happening in the cou misery machine's little brain. 😭🥺
#nopressureasks
Well first I'd like to clarify I'd be making his death more gratifying to ME, not necessarily to anyone else. That man has dealt me horrendous amounts of psychic damage for years now and I believe he should answer for it in blood. Its personal.
That being said. He gets off easy, in the end, by being able to jump off a building and just... disappear. He finishes his plan and removes himself from the equation. Done and dusted. Its almost anticlimactic, its a little unsatisfying, and in the original story I think that's part of why his death works so well. There's no dramatic final battle, not really. He's finished writing the story and he's writing himself out of it.
It's also very, very Dazai. In a world where he forces himself to be more machine than man to keep his goals in line, there's not much left that's actually Dazai, you know? He's subject to the world he's created as much as everyone else is, the only difference is that he knows that. Back in the main timeline, as odd as it is, suicide attempts end up almost a hobby for normal Dazai. That's just... a thing he does. But Beast Dazai doesn't have that identity, not anymore. He doesn't have "hobbies" he doesn't have things he's imbued so much of the book with his will and in turn is so subject to the will of the book that they're one and the same at that point. He's ceased to really be Dazai. So in a way? Beast Dazai offing himself at the end is really like severing his ties to the book and becoming Dazai again before he dies.
For me, personally, in my own acts of retribution against Beast Dazai for the way he charges me rent in my own brain, I'd want to strip him of that one last shard of autonomy. Someone else has to kill him. Preferably me with my own bare hands. The problem is that there's really no one in that world that has a good right or reason to kill him, honestly. As much as Chuuya wants to, as much as he claimed his stake on Dazai's life in that world, he'll never do it. Chuuya will never be the one to kill Dazai. It just... won't happen. Atsushi never would either, for tangential reasons. The most appropriate would be Akutagawa, but the entire point of Beast is, in part, proving that there is a world where Akutagawa can do and be good even without Atushi's influence. Proving that it was already in Akutagawa to start. Having him kill Beastzai would be a backtrack of that progress. The most tragic would be Oda, but Oda is going to write his novel. He's done killing, now. So that doesn't work either. The only one who could have killed Beastzai is himself, unfortunately.
Now, if you let ME into the Beast universe, unlike all these characters with personal motives and layers and thematic character arcs, I'm just some guy with a vendetta and no stakes in the game and I'd personally love to put Beastzai through as much physical pain as possible before offing him just because I know he hates pain and I want to watch his skull bounce. I haven't worked out the details of how I'd kill him if given the chance but let me just say it is not a pleasant way to go and he'd totally for sure hate the entire thing. I'd have to have Beast Chuuya locked up somewhere though because he'd have me dead seven times over before I got the chance.
#i'm perfectly normal and sane#i don't have any mental illnesses at all#this is a normal way to feel about a fictional character#casper the friendly ghost#bsd beast#asks? answered. hotel? trivago.#why we will never meet
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Hello 👋 how are you doing? I hope you are well. So I wanted to know what do you think about Eris (from Acotar)? He Is such a polarized caracther (most caracther in acotar are polarized now that i think about it)know a lot of people that absolutely love eris and are obsessed with him, and i also know a lot of people who despise him, which is strange that people have so many strong feelings about him, given that he barely appears in the story. People in the fandom Call him Rhys 2.0 (derogatory), and while he does have a lot of characteristics that reminds me of Rhysand, I think he has enough going for him to stand on it's own. Like I said he is a minor caracther ( at moment. There has been speculation about Eris getting his own book)but people have such strong opinions about him that I wanted to know where are you on the spectrum. Do you love him? Do you hate him? Or are you neutral? What kind of Yandare would he be?
I saw that you are going to write for Rhys, Tamlin and Lucian. Would you take request for Eris, Tarquin and Helion? How far are you in the books? Have you read all of them?
Hi, I'm fine and you, anon? Answering your question:
I haven't finished all the books yet because I'm reading three books at the same time, but I know pretty much everything that happens because of the spoilers I've received, so I already have an overview. I read up to A Court of Wings and Ruin, I'm stalling to start the next books but I will read them eventually. I plan to write about all the High Lords, even Beron depending, I didn't add to the list because I wasn't sure anyone wanted to, but I don't mind writing. I don't mind writing even to King of Hybern and Amarantha. So yes, I would love to write to Eris and the others.
My thoughts on him are not many, because as you said, there is almost nothing about him. From what I read and he appeared in the third book, I liked him. I don't know why, maybe because I like two-faced characters. I don't hate him but I don't love him, but if is going to have his book my perspective will change. What I can say so far is that I like what's been shown of him. I don't think he looks much like Rhys, some things may remind him, but Eris, at least for me, is very different from Rhysand. I personally believe that if his book is written, Eris would become one of the most popular characters in ACOTAR (more so than he already is).
The type of yandere he would be, in my opinion, is the obsessive-possessive type. Maybe even a little overprotective (not as much as Tamlin), but he would be zealous about his obsession while also being stern, I think. Eris isn't mean to them, he's just... Him. Like, Eris is very possessive, very much so, he believes his darling belongs to him and he will burn alive anyone who gets too close to his S/O.
His and only his. Regardless if you have the mating bond or not, Eris would be incredibly possessive and jealous of his darling.
His obsession would come as a secondary factor, a product of his possessiveness and the love he believes he feels for them. Eris is the type to love hard and the love he feels burns like fire. I don't think he's sadistic, I don't think he enjoys inflicting pain on you, but he will punish you in other ways.
He would love you with everything, but he wouldn't accept being left out or even contradicted in some matters. Eris would be the romantic type if his obsession reciprocated his feelings, but his greatest yandere trait is a possessiveness that can and probably will become murderous, not to you, but to others.
Whether platonic or romantic yandere, Eris will still remain very possessive and jealous. Now imagine that, Yandere!Eris w/Yan Platonic!Rhysand!Sibiling? 👀
~ Lady L
#ask#acotar#yandere a court of thorns and roses#yandere acotar#a court of thrones and roses#dark!eris vanserra#yandere eris Vanserra#yandere concept#concept#eris vanserra#eris vanserra x reader
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[ 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚔𝚎𝚒'𝚜 𝚝𝟸 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊 ] 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎'𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝
IT'S KEI'S VD. IT'S KEI TIME. ARE WE READY. ARE WE EXCITED. ARE WE SCARED. GOOD.
Warnings for Kei's VD: Mentions and descriptions of violence and Kei's.. interesting relationship with Ruka. Kei's scars also get mentioned.
Warnings for Kei's MV: There's.. a lot going on. You can interpret his MV as you wish until I confirm something, but just know that Kei is shown to be very uncomfortable in some scenes and there are heavy implications of him being tortured or abused in some way. Also, yeah, spiders.
(sounds of footsteps)
Miki: .. I-it's already his turn, huh..
Miki: Will you be okay, Eiji-san?
Eiji: I will. Don't worry about me.
Eiji: Also, he's too weak to do anything to me anyway.
Miki: Okay then..
(the door opens)
Kei: Ah, it's my adorable little brother and his adorable little..
Kei: .. Girlfriend? Friend? Little sister figure?
Kei: I still don't know anything about your relationship dynamic.
Eiji: .. You haven't changed at all.
Kei: Haha, well, I don't want to act all sad, you know?
Kei: I don't want to make you worry about me!
Eiji: Shut up. You know I don't care about-
Kei: Ow-
Kei: Ugh, my legs still kinda hurt..
Miki: I-is it hard for you to walk, Kei-san?
Miki: M-maybe we can get you something to make it at least a bit easier-
Kei: Thank you, dear, but I don't need anything like that.
Kei: .. I already look weak enough, I don't want to make my condition seem even worse, haha.
Eiji: .. L-let's just begin the interrogation.
Miki: W-wait!
Miki: Are you sure you're feeling okay, Kei-san?
Kei: I told you I'm fine~ Don't worry about me too much, okay?
Miki: But still.. D-do you need anything? Maybe some water? Also I'm not sure if I saw you eat anything today-
Kei: Hey, Miki.
Kei: Aren't you acting a bit too nice for someone who has also agreed to vote me guilty?
Miki: ...
Kei: Don't forget, this is kinda your fault too.
Kei: Ohhh, maybe you're just trying to make me trust you more? Maybe you want to make me beg for forgiveness? That's soooo smart!
Eiji: If you say anything like that to her again, I will make sure you get voted guilty again this time.
Eiji: And my second punishment for you will be even worse than the first one.
Kei: Haha, you are sure protective of her, Eiji~
Kei: Okay, ask me anything you want.
Eiji: .. I'm not even sure what I want to start with.
Eiji: You're one of those prisoners that we still know nothing about.
Kei: How can you say that about your own brother?? You're so cruel..
Miki: Um, may I ask a question first?
Kei: Sure, sure~
Miki: .. Eiji-san has told me that you actually have a lot of scars on your body. And you had them even before he did anything to you.
Kei: ...
Miki: S-so I wanted to ask..
Miki: .. W-why do you have them? What happened to you?
Eiji: Guard 002, things like that are not important to us-
Miki: But what if they have to do something with Kei-san's crime?
Miki: I have a feeling that these scars might be pretty recent, so..
Kei: .. Haha, Eiji, your girlfriend is smart.
Kei: But, uh..
Kei: Don't worry about me! These scars are nothing compared to what I did to my beloved~
Miki: But what about your scars-
Eiji: "Beloved"?
Eiji: Are you talking about that person from your video?
Kei: Yep! You are so smart too, Eiji!
Kei: I mean, of course you are, you're my brother after all.
Kei: Oh no, thinking about him brings me even more pain now..
Eiji: .. Him?
Miki: Ohh, so that person was a man?
Kei: Haha, did you expect them to be a poor and innocent woman who couldn't fight back?
Kei: Nope, it was a guy who I met at the club once.
Kei: I guess he really does look fragile, but trust me, he's stronger than he looks.
Kei: Still cute though!
Kei: .. Eiji, is everything okay? You look kinda confused.
Eiji: I-I'm fine. I'm just glad we got more information about that person from your video.
Miki: Wait, but Kei-san, why did you change the topic?
Miki: We were talking about your scars and then you suddenly mentioned.. uh..
Miki: I don't even know what to call him.. Like, is it okay for me to say that he was your partner?
Miki: Of course, your relationship with him might have something to do with your crime, but still..
Eiji: Seriously, why are you still refusing to talk to us about your murder?
Eiji: I doubt that it's worse than your job or whatever you did to that guy.
Eiji: Is he your victim or something-
Kei: N-NO!
Kei: Ouch-
Miki: Kei-san! Please be more careful!
Kei: Sorry, sorry..
Kei: A-anyway, I did kidnap him and I also did a lot of things to make him, uh..
Kei: You know, more "obedient".
Kei: But it was consensual! He was into that kind of thing.
Eiji: You're just lying again.
Kei: I remember him saying something like "If you ever decide to kill me, I would prefer you poisoning me, but I want that poison to be as painful as possible, so that I can feel something for the first time before I die".
Kei: I can't make this stuff up.
Eiji and Miki: ...
Eiji: .. Congratulations on finding your perfect match.
Miki: Wait, you're changing the topic again!
Miki: Uh.. right, about that hint you gave us last time!
Kei: .. Oh, you remember that?
Miki: You said "five".
Miki: I don't really have any other guesses, but..
Miki: Maybe that means you had five victims?
Kei: ...
Kei: You got it right, yay~
Kei: *starts coughing* H-hey, can we finish this interrogation already-
Eiji: Are you pretending to be in pain or something?
Miki: Five victims.. five victims..
Miki: Wait! Weren't there five women in the beginning of your video? Do you remember that, Eiji-san?
Eiji: Ah, right. We couldn't see their faces though.
Kei: .. Y-you saw them?
Eiji: I've literally just told you we couldn't see their faces.
Eiji: Does that mean that those women were your victims?
Eiji: God, you never change. You're still just as horrible.
Miki: But why, Kei-san? Why did you kill them?
Eiji: Do you even have to ask? It's obvious it was just him being his usual self-
Kei: .. *starts sobbing*
Kei: I just.. I wanna go home..
Eiji: .. Hey.
Kei: I want to see Mom again..
Miki: Eiji-san, what is going on-
Kei: Nii-chan, can we go home already?
Eiji: ...
Miki: .. "Nii-chan"?
Miki: Wait, so which one of you is actually the older one??
Eiji: Don't listen to him, it's obviously him.
Eiji: He just.. has this stupid habit of calling me the older brother when he's stressed. He always had it, even when I was twelve and he was eighteen.
Kei: Nii-chan, are you listening to me?
Kei: I said I wanna go home.
Eiji: You're not going home anytime soon!
Eiji: I doubt that you will be able to leave this place anyway.
Kei: B-but-
Kei: W-what about Mom? What about Dad?
Kei: A-and what about Ruka?
Kei: I want to see all of them!
Eiji: Ugh, why can't you just shut up already-
Kei: WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LOOK AT ME ALREADY?!
Kei: ...
Eiji: ...
Kei: .. Nii-chan, why didn't you tell me that I was allowed to touch you?
Miki: .. O-oh no.
Eiji: .. Kei, let me go. Right now.
Kei: ... *starts laughing*
Miki: Kei-san, please, let him go!
Kei: Looks like it's time for your punishment, Eiji~
Eiji: Kei, I'm serious, you have to stop this right now.
Eiji: You don't even have enough energy for this-
Eiji: !
(sounds of Eiji being in pain)
Miki: Kei-san, if you continue, both of you will get hurt!
Kei: It's okay~ Come on, what am I gonna do, break his arm?
Kei: Like, look at me! Do I look like I'm strong enough for that?
Eiji: Please.. P-please, just stop this already!..
Kei: What's this? Are you crying?
Kei: Haha, fine, maybe you really are the younger brother here.
(the bell rings, machinery sounds)
Kei: But I just started having fun! Can't we have one more minute, please? Or maybe two..
Miki: .. You're lucky you already have too many injuries.
Miki: Otherwise I wouldn't go easy on you.
Miki: Eiji-san, can you still do this whole.. thing?
Eiji: Y-yeah, I think I can.
Eiji: M-my arm..
Miki: We'll take care of it later, okay? At least it's not broken..
Kei: What, is it time for my second video to be extracted? Hehe, I hope my second song is just as good as the first one.
Kei: Can we do this quick though? I'm kinda tired..
Eiji: Yeah, still acting like this must be tiring.
Kei: .. What do you mean?
Eiji: You're obviously in pain, but you're still acting like everything is fine.
Eiji: No matter what I do to you, you will still act like your annoying self.
Kei: Hehe, well, isn't this something that we both do?
Kei: Both of us would rather die than admit that we're weaker than we seem to be.
Eiji: .. Please, just stop talking.
Eiji: Prisoner 005, Kei, sing your sins!
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[ MV Description ]
His video would have three main colors: hot pink and bright shades of purple and blue.
The video starts with Kei doing something in the room that was shown in his first video. The whole room has mostly pink colors and when we look closer, we can see Kei hanging more photographs on the wall. We can still see all the photos from the first MV: photos of flowers, animals, his friends, etc, but those are not important right now. Kei seems to be holding photographs of some women for some reason and he looks very focused.
"I think everything is going according to plan
I can't let you worry about anything
So just trust me, I'm gonna keep you safe, okay?"
We can also see his "muse" and the person he kidnapped, Ruka, lying on the bed, reading a book and having the same emotionless expression as always. There are some photographs lying on the bed next to Ruka too and he suddenly takes one of them and gives it to Kei, who looks surprised, but he appreciates Ruka's help and hangs it up as well.
"I think what I feel for you must be love,
What am I supposed to do now?
Am I supposed to just hurt you even more, just like I was taught?"
When Kei is finally done, he takes a step back and we can see all the photos together. The women look very.. familiar for some reason. Kei sees Ruka yawning and smiles. We can see him covering Ruka with a blanket and patting his head and Kei's face expression actually looks much softer than usual.
"Or should I be more kind, should I be more warm
Should I be the sun to your moon
I'm sorry, but I'm sure you will call me a disappointment sooner or later"
But then, Kei walks to the door and takes a deep breath and opens it.
The colors of the video change to bright purple and Kei's outfit changes as well. His outfit has noticeable spider motifs and everything around him has them as well. It should be mentioned that before this scene, Kei's outfit looked much softer and comfortable, even though it also looked more "plain". Kei smiles widely and greets the women that came to visit him. There's five of them.
The women that also were in those photographs.
And the women that were shown in the beginning of Kei's T1 MV.
And those women are his friends' girlfriends, who were shown in the T1 MV as well.
All of them look happy and excited and they run up to hug Kei.
"Congrats, you've fallen right into my trap
Make yourself comfortable, you're in for a long ride
Tying you up, choking and biting
Keep your eyes on me, take those rose-colored glasses off"
They go to a different room and it looks like they're all having fun even though everything around them slowly starts looking more surreal and distorted and more and more spider webs begin to appear. Kei looks happy too, but his face expression changes for a second to a scared one as he looks directly at us and goes back to a happy one.
"I won't let you see any of my weaknesses
Focus only on the good parts
I'll do anything to keep you entertained"
Some time passes and Kei can be seen sitting with some of the women on the couch, one of them is nowhere to be seen. One of the women leans closer to him and whispers something into his ear which makes the colors of the video change to bright shades of blue for a second before it goes back to purple.
Kei simply laughs it off and tries to ignore that woman, but she keeps looking at him and he starts getting more and more nervous. Kei tries to stand up, but as he does that, it turns out that one of the women has went to the other room, the one where Ruka was in, and she returns with some of the photographs she found and drops them on the floor.
"Okay, I should've known that I can't lie about this forever
But hey, you like bad guys, right?
I'm still "Innocent" in your eyes, right?
Why won't you answer me?"
Everything around Kei starts becoming more and more blue and as he finally stands up, he just falls on the floor. He looks down and sees that the floor now has a huge spider web drawn on it and it's the same color as Kei's image color. It lights up and Kei's outfit changes again. This time, if you look closer, you can see that it has butterfly motifs, but it looks more torn and messy than his other outfits. As the women start to get closer to him, they start looking more and more like real spiders. They're not like Kei, who just had an outfit with a theme like that, their bodies actually start to get more and more spider-like. The chorus plays again as all of this is happening.
Kei closes his eyes for a second and when he opens them, he sees that he's inside of a huge glass jar. He tries to get out, he punches the glass, he calls for help, but all of that is useless. He sees all those women walking up closer to him and one of them takes the jar and looks at Kei with interest in her eyes. Kei gets scared and starts begging her to let him go. But then, suddenly, the other woman, the one who went to that room, tells them something and all women lose their interest in Kei and carelessly throw the jar on the floor.
"Fine, just do it, say that I'm "Guilty"
But look at me, don't I look so pitiable?
Do I wanna be seen as strong? Do I wanna be seen as weak?
I don't know, but just hug me already!"
Kei lies on the floor, covered in bright blue liquid that is most likely supposed to be blood and we can see all the glass in his wounds, especially the ones on his back, where his "wings" are supposed to be. Kei looks shocked as he realizes something and he tries to leave the room.. but he can't. His injuries are too serious, he can't walk anymore. He has no choice but to crawl as he keeps leaving more of that blue liquid behind.
"I still want to protect you, I swear I will protect you
Maybe I really should take my jade-colored glasses on this time
Maybe I should accept that this world won't accept me"
When he finally reaches the door, everything becomes both pink and purple for a second until it goes back to blue and we can see Ruka opening the door. Ruka looks a bit confused and it looks like he's asking Kei what happened, but all Kei can do right now is cry. Ruka walks into the room and we can see many different things lying on the floor: a pillow, a rope, a knife, more glass and even some.. water spilled?
"I'm hopeless, I'm hopeless, I'm so totally hopeless
Even this time you're the one protecting me
I know I'm a failure, please don't be mad at me
I thought I was in control, but now look at my crying face"
Ruka just ignores all those things and even steps on them as he walks closer to Kei and pulls him in a hug. The older guy just keeps sobbing and Ruka keeps holding him until he notices something.
"Congrats, I've fallen right into your trap
I made myself comfortable, I know I'm in for a long ride
I'm drowning in this deep blue love
Keep your eyes on me until I gouge them out"
He looks directly at us and lets Kei go for a moment. He walks closer to us while looking at us with anger in his eyes and then kicks the camera with his foot, breaking it and making it fall on the floor. The video ends.
#WOW. WOW WHAT A VD! WHAT A MV!#*falls on the floor and starts crying loudly*#it's like. yeah we got more information about his crime/backstory. but at what cost#writing his song lyrics was very fun especially the last part!#i won't say much for now bc i want y'all to think about his mv and vd first before i confirm anything#🎤 voice dramas! 🎤#🍓prisoner 005: sanada kei 🍓#milgram#milgram oc#milgram project#ocgram
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[Transcript begins.]
[The camera is at chest height, as whoever it is on stumbles about. They cough, a hacking sound emitting from their throat, and they groan. The camera jitters about as they shiver, and walk out a door into the open.]
[They seem to stop, and look around, before spotting a figure nearby, seemingly walking with a harsh step towards a red sports car. They proceed to follow him, quickening their pace and tripping over their own feet.]
?: Hey- HEY! why are you so fast?!- PLEASE WAIT!
[Voice recognised: William Keane. He sounds almost breathless, and slightly delirious.]
?: Leave me the FUCK ALONE!!
[Voice recognised: Chad Ollaman.]
W: I'm sorry! I just..just wanted to see if you were okay? You looked really upset!
[He reaches Chad, shaking as he stops to breathe.]
[Chad does not turn around, fumbling with his keys.]
C: [Mumbling.] God, why do I ever come back to this shitty town, weird shit never stops happening here and I just- [He turns towards the camera abruptly as it inches slightly closer.] What- What are you, man!? Get away from me!
[Will jolts back, obviously startled.]
W: I'm.. I'm sorry, I'll stay back, I promise. I'm human, entirely human. Just..a bit more metal than the average person? [He attempts to crack a joke, but his voice shakes. He doesn't know why.] I..I'm sorry if I've done anything, I haven't meant to?
[Chad just stares at him for a moment, mouth opening and closing a few times like he doesn’t know what to say. He turns away again, swiping a hand over the lower half of his face and letting out a huff of air.]
C: [Much more quietly.] You even fucking sound like him.
[Will stops for a second, holding his shaky hands to his sides.]
W: We…We knew each other, right? I.. I think I.. sorry, I..I don't mean to..
C: Did- Did we, man? I didn’t think- I wasn’t being fuckin’ serious when I said all the shit about the robots, dude, jesus christ.
[There’s a pause for a second.]
C: …Is she right? ‘Cause she never has been before. So are you actually some fuckin’ thing just wearing his face or- [He cuts himself off, jaw tight.]
[Will chuckles a little, humourless and melancholy.]
W: No, no, no, Ruth isn't right. In the slightest, actually. You're…you're definitely closer to the truth, but I don't know if they..i-I'm sure I've seen you before, I just… [He grabs his head suddenly, seemingly wincing, before quickly forcing his hand down.]
C: Are you- [He looks concerned, but not concerned enough to finish his question.]
[Will begins to scribble something down on paper from his pocket, a string of numbers that the camera blurs.]
C: What, bro.
W: This is, uh. My number. It isn't what it looks like, I just..I only get those pains if I'm remembering something. And you seem important. I..you feel important, at least to me. Is that.. okay? You don't, have to, of course man, it's just..you know. Memories are blurry as shit, with everything that's happened.
[Chad looks between it and the paper for a moment, and then almost scoffs, almost chokes.]
C: I’m too sober for this. [He messes with his keys again, pressing a button on one of them. The car beeps once as the doors unlock.]
W: Wh…did I do something wrong? I'm sorry if I did, I didn't- [He takes a breath, his voice wavering slightly.] I didn't mean to.
[He looks back one last time, as he’s climbing into his car, looking like he wants to say something. He doesn’t, though. The door closes. Will jumps at the sound of the door, tripping backwards again. He just nods, the camera moving too. It's a nod of understanding. He gives Chad a small wave, before stepping away from the car.]
[The car rumbles as it turns on and quickly peels away from the curb and down the road.]
W: I….why the fuck is he so familiar?
[End Transcript.]
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Just prefacing by saying this isn't an argument but I approach u with a discussion ;
I have read a lot of very grounded opinions on how expecting support and opinions abt palestinian suffering from stars in any fandom, but in this case from ryan shane and steven, is not reasonable
and demanding it, instead of focusing on actual coverage and spreading awareness undermines the value of the actual issue at hand etc.
Do you think however,
that a segment of this demand comes from people who have lost ppl in gaza or just mourn from seeing the pain and just wanna see ppl like shane,ryan and Steven, who i think are very socially aware, just say they are mindful (and I'm one person so I only have myself as an example)?
Bc i heard Brittany broski say smth that kind of 'clarified' this issue around looking at ur celebs for opinions- i feel like this portion of ppl dont want like, a researched, journal opinion piece/analysis from the watcher boys. But just solidarity, which is different. Just the air of awareness. Just a "i am seeing this and i stand in solidarity with the palestinian people". Because i never go beyond muna and mohammed el kurd or sbeih for Actual opinions and analysis on gaza and other parts of occupied Palestine. But watcher has brought me comfort and I've seen them comment about certain usa-involved injustice issues, so usa being super duper involved w israel financially etc begs me to ask- why dont they maybe just share one awareness post or like, hint their solidarity.
(also btw in case ive missed it, dyou know anyone from watcher who has posted about this? Bc im not sure I've seen any)
Again, this is something that i just wanted to think about with someone from the fandom I'm in, this isn't me asking u explanations, just what u think bye!
yeah i'm sure the people asking them to speak out are grieving for the palestinian people whether they personally know someone there or not. i think everyone spreading awareness and calling for a ceasefire and working to not let the world turn a blind eye to the genocide that's happening right in front of us are all grieving in some way.
and you're right, nobody is looking to them for a statement on public policy and international affairs. i don't think it's unreasonable to want them to show solidarity or awareness at the very least. it's disappointing that they haven't. i also get that they might be of the mindset that people come to their channel for comfort and an escape from real life so they may not want to threaten that comfort by bringing such a sensitive and painful topic to the channel, but like you said it doesn't take much to make a social media post affirming their stance, even on their personal accounts.
#ahtw#anon#💌#i meant to get to this Days ago i am so sorry.#i also haven't seen people actually calling on them to say something. not that they should have to in order for them to speak out.#and maybe i just haven't been looking and people are asking them. i don't tend to read comments especially on official watcher posts.
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