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certifiedskywalker · 9 months

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Three Weddings and Your Funeral - Daemon Targaryen

Anonymous asked: Hi ilove ur writings so much ur so talented im so happy that ur back again, if ur taking requests could u please write one daemon targaryen with hightower reader or reader having feelings for him but he marries laena and afterwards rhaenyra also with something like betrayal during the dance i know im just rumbling but i trust you would make a masterpiece ur so good with ideas and words thank you.

AN: Thank you so much! Also, this is a great request with so many possibilities! So great, that I ended up writing two fanfictions for our Daemon boy! Keep an eye out for that and enjoy!

Before the Dance of Dragons, there was another waltz. You and Daemon Targaryen were always drifting in and out, always spinning about one another without moving at all; and your dance of stillness stretched from King’s Landing to the beaches of Essos, even the heat of Dragonstone.

“I despise weddings.”

“You despise this wedding,” you corrected.

When you received no quip in response, you looked over. Daemon’s eyes were elsewhere, skewed toward the center of the Throne Room. There, all around really, gold decor clashed with Velaryon sea green and silver, all while bathing the black and blood red of House Targaryen in warm decadence. But you knew that it was the dot of white at the heart of it all on which Daemon was caught. You were caught on him.

“She seems content.”

You leaned forward slightly as you spoke, allowing your gaze to trace the side of his face as he looked out upon the dance. The corner of his mouth was weighed downwards, expression heavy with a fiery sort of melancholia that was uniquely Daemon’s. You had seen it only a handful of times before, namely whenever Viserys banished him from King’s Landing; though, you liked to imagine that part of the heft had to do with how leaving meant leaving you.

“Seems,” Daemon grumbled, head lulling back to face you. When he saw you, his expression softened and you felt your chest tighten at the sight. “And it seems you, yourself are the furthest thing from content.”

He reached out a hand and brushed a stray strand of hair away from where it had fallen against your forehead. It took every small, burning stretch of will that you had to keep from leaning into Daemon’s touch. You stilled yourself against his gentleness and put on a stiff smile.

“Why do you say that?” You straightened your posture to reach for your chalice and Daemon’s hand fell away from your face as you took a long, hearty sip.

It was then Daemon’s turn to lean in, his voice becoming a whisper that only you could hear. “For if you were in a wedding mood, you would be charming your adoring masses, jorrāelagon.”

He tipped his strong chin to the right and you followed the gesture’s path with your tipsy gaze. The sight that greeted you was a handful of nobles from across the southern sphere of Westeros, all eyeing you, Ladies and Lords alike. When the masses noted your attention, they dropped their cheer and turned in on themselves, whispering just as Daemon had to you. Letting out a sigh through your nose, you leaned into him once more.

“I believe they are adoring my spot beside the Rogue Prince,” you met Daemon’s eyes as his moniker left your lips. You found fire in the brightness that gleamed in his irises and it shot through you like something wild.

“Well,” he drawled softly, “then their desire is sorely misplaced.”

You watched as Daemon too reached for his chalice and took a swig. With no regard for decorum, he leaned back in his chair and threw an arm out the back of yours. His warmth licked the back of your shoulders, through the thin garments that you hung on your frame to fit in with the surrounding affair. For a moment, you wish that you cared as little as Daemon did, wished that you could recline and decline the reality of custom.

But that wish lasted only for that moment as Daemon turned back to look towards the center of the room, to the white dot, and you saw that you were wrong. His chest heaved with a deep inhale that finished with a shudder, and when he set his chalice back down, his hand immediately curled into a white-knuckled fist. Daemon cared too much.

Just you were about to reach for his hand, in the hopes of melting his anger, of easing whatever ache, the Rogue Prince moved. Your outstretched fingers fell to the carved tabletop as you watched Daemon clamber to his feet.

“I need more wine,” he mused, craning his neck to the side to give you a smile. “In the name of contentment, of course.”

You could not help the mirrored smile that spread across your lips. “Of course.”

Daemon gave you a wink and set off. You watched him, as much as you could, as he cut through the swirling crowd of clashing color. When you lost sight of him completely, you let your eyes fall back to the table where Daemon’s still half-filled chalice sat. Alarmed by the lingering pool of Arbor Red, you looked back to the crowd, eyeing the gaps between bodies.

The last clear glimpse you caught before retiring for the evening was one of Daemon circling Laena Velaryon, who was a vision in her gown of silver and gold.

You clung to Daemon, your arms wrapped desperately tight around his taut torso and face pressed into the space between his shoulder blades. He smelled of sun, freshly poured wine, and dragon. Though, you blamed Caraxes for the ladder.

The Blood Wyrm writhed beneath you as he soared against the Narrow Sea. You did not dare to look out across the blue vastness, knowing too well that the sight would send you tilting to and fro. No, you much preferred the dark behind your eyelids. Your stillness also had the benefit of an excuse to be so close to Daemon.

For that alone, some part of you, not knowing fear, wished Caraxes would never land.

Eventually, he did, with his spindly limbs sinking slightly on impact. You jostled, with the front of your body pressing entirely against Daemon’s back. Heat spread to the farthest reaches of your limbs and whipped back to your face where it burned beside embarrassment. Yet, you clung to Daemon still as Caraxes wiggled about.

You opened your eye a crack and were greeted with the strong slope of the Rogue Prince’s shoulder. Peeking just over that, you saw what was to blame for the dragon’s unusual unsteadiness. Sand.

“Paez sir, Caraxes. Paez, syt īlva jorrāelatan mēre.”

With your closeness, you felt the low rumble of Daemon’s voice as High Valyrian fell from his lips like a song. Or perhaps like a lullaby as Caraxes, hearing it, seemed to set himself into a balance on the shifting sands. He lowered his worm-like body and the sun-soaked ground rushed up toward you with the movement, tricking your senses into a false fall.

Your hands curled into fists, fastening Daemon to you as your body braced for impact.

“Ao sagon ȳgha,” you heard and felt him say, accompanied by one of his hands reaching around to rub your back soothingly. “You’re safe.”

Daemon held you steady until Caraxes settled entirely with the gentlest of thuds. The dragon let out a nasally, high-pitched cry as if to tell his riders to dismount, and, based on how quickly his hand fell away, Daemon was quick to appease his beast.

“Here, hold here,” you felt his hands guide yours. The skin of his palms was rougher in comparison to yours, with years of battlefield callouses and countless burns. He folded your fingers over something hard and your barely open eyes saw the red, horn-like scale you then held. “You have him?”

You nodded and Daemon huffed, his hands racing up your arms to your face. He cupped your cheeks and tilted your head up so that, even through the sliver of your eyelids, you could see his seriousness.

“I need to hear you say it.”

His tone had you open your eyes more fully. “I have him.”

Daemon smiled and then, with practiced ease, slipped down off of Caraxes. You saw him, how small he looked standing on the sand from where you were, still sat on his steed. Once he too found balance, Daemon threw his arms up to you.

“Come now, I have you.”

You were too in your head to call back down. Instead, you focused your efforts on swinging your legs off to one side of Caraxes without letting your hands slip from his bumpy scale. When you finally positioned yourself for your descent, you saw Daemon’s grin widen.

“I have you.”

The tilt of his tone sounded like his smile and you nearly forgot that you were perched upon a fire-breathing beast. Only when you tried to take a step toward Daemon did you remember that fact. Your foot slid along Caraxes' smooth scales until you landed on a protruding bone or some other growth. You had to bite back a yelp at the slip.

“Paez, slow, issa jorrāelagon,” Daemon called up and you shook your head.

“I’m no dragon, I don’t understand.”

“Oh, jorrāelagon, you understand more than you know,” Daemon said, his grin widening. “Now, fall to me.”

Forgetting again and, seeing only Daemon, you fell, really fell. Immediately, you felt his hands, warm and large, on your waist as he guided you to the sand. Your own hands gripped his upper arms as you fought to find balance, and you felt the muscle there, even beneath the thick fabric of his tunic sleeves. Though, when Daemon dropped his touch, you did too.

“I recall you enjoying rides with Caraxes. You’ve grown stiff since it seems.”

“We were both younger then,” you pointed out, releasing a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, “and, yes, less stiff. But one factor in my flying hasn’t changed.”

Daemon raised a silver-blond brow at you. “And that is?”

“You. My flying is always at your behest.”

“Yes, well,” Daemon raised his hands for Caraxes and, like a loyal hound, the dragon turned his snout into his rider’s touch. “I always have good reason. Here, give me your hand.”

“Daemon-”

“Here.” His hand was already on yours, spreading your fingers out to pet Caraxes. Under your palm, you felt his massive, heated breath, like a living flame. If it were not for Daemon’s hand lingering atop yours, you would have stared at the Blood Wyrm in awe. Instead, your eyes were fixed on Daemon, how bright his expression turned, no melancholia in sight, at your appealing to the beast.

“If I did not know better, I would think you a Targaryen for how Caraxes bends to you.”

In unison, your and Daemon’s hands fell once more as you both turned towards the voice. Walking down from a dune, Laena, still sea green and silver, walked over. Her curls bounced and blew in the breeze, her stride like waves. She was part of the beach, pulled right up from the sea and sand.

“My dear,” Daemon said, moving to meet her while you stalled by Caraxes, who cooed like a saddened pheasant. “I’ve returned with our witness.”

Your brows furrowed at the term, at their tight embrace, how Daemon held her. “Witness?”

Even with a handful of paces between you, you could see Daemon’s smile. It was not bright or breath-catching, but it was there all the same. Just as his arm was there, snug around Laena’s waist, holding her to his side. How far from you Daemon seemed.

Even further when he answered, so painfully simply, “you the witness to our elopement.”

You thought your legs gave out for a moment like you were falling yet again; but when you reached out to brace yourself, your palm met the bumpy head of Caraxes. He nudged you with his huge red snout and a glint in his amber, serpentine eye reflected the ache that suddenly claimed your chest. Tears sprang from your eyes at the beast’s sympathy, but when you looked back to Daemon and Laena, their worried faces, you smiled through it.

“I’m honored.”

You should have known that accepting an invitation from Daemon Targaryen was a mistake. Seemingly ceaseless years of heeding his call had acquainted you with the subsequent pains of your dutiful answer. Yes. Yes, Daemon, I’ll meet you there.

Once there, Daemon would tear out your heart and skewer its still-beating flesh on the sharpest edge of Dark Sister. So routine this waltz was, that your chest had begun to ache whenever you caught sight of the shining, Valyrian Steel of the ancestral House Targaryen blade. It had started long before you first noticed it, when Daemon dragged you to Princess Rhaenyra’s wedding to Laenor, and had endured in the years after Daemon’s own wedding to Laena. Yet, despite this rife history and your better judgment, you always answered. Yes, Daemon, I’ll meet you there.

“It's been too long since my last visit.”

As the words left your mouth, you cringed at the taste of them. It was the sentimentality of them. How many times had you met him here, on the heated shores of Dragonstone? Apparently, enough times to remember it like a far-off home to grow misty-eyed over. You hated it, this tie, but you loved it too. Such a duality also applied to the very man who had called you back to Dragonstone.

“It has. The halls have missed you nearly as much as myself,” Daemon said, inky charm dripping from his tongue. His smile loosened any tightening ache in you, in the sore core of your chest. When he extended his hand to help you off the dock, it was as if you never ached at all.

“Dolling out the flattery already? My, I must be in for it.”

The brightness of Daemon’s expression wavered for but a moment, a fall undetectable to the untrained eye. You knew him better than most.

“Daemon?”

He dropped your hand as soon as your shoes hit the sandy shore. “Let us walk the beach and…talk for a while.”

“Let’s,” you said through slightly gritted teeth.

Naturally, you fell into step beside Daemon and tread quietly for a few paces. As the noise of the dock grew softer and softer, you grew anxious. With Daemon, silence was like a sin: pervasive and punishable by sharing the hard truth caught in his mouth. His words were like knives sometimes.

When only the sea could be heard, you spoke up. “How are you faring? Your daughters?”

“They are well, well enough to send me ravens about their exploits, their lessons. I am well enough to read them, sometimes enough to write back.”

You nodded, remembering fondly the feel of parchment between your fingers. “Baela sent a raven to me, a fortnight ago now. She asked if I had heard from you after Laena-”

“She has always thought the world of you,” Daemon interrupted. “Whenever I told her how you fly with me on Caraxes, Baela needed to fly with me too, right then, to be like you.”

“She is her father’s daughter, with all that impulse,” you quipped, knocking your shoulder teasingly against Daemon’s. “And all that feeling. She is worried for you, she wrote me so.”

Daemon went quiet then, stalling in the sand as you continued on. You took only two more steps past him before you realized he was caught on your words. When you looked back, Daemon’s eyes were focused downward, brows furrowed in thought maybe. Or feeling.

You took a step back to start the close the distance between you. “Daemon, what are you not telling me? Please, I have not heard from you in months.”

“Feeling. Impulse,” he seemed to spit out the words. “It is all fire, it is all my blood.”

“Daemon,” another step and you were reaching for him. He let your hands fasten about his forearm, pulling it straight against his side. You clutched him, trying to ground him. “Tell me.”

“You have not heard from me for you are one of the few I fear judgment from,” Daemon said at last, his crystalline eyes meeting yours with such a heavy, sad seriousness that his very irises appeared darker. “I do not fear lightly.”

You shook your head, “you have nothing to fear from me.”

Daemon’s fear hand rose up then, as you clung to his other arm. His fingers moved, brushing over the peaks of your face with such delicacy that your nerves abated. As if Daemon were right about the pre-Doom Valyrians and their magic touch. His hand fell before you thought to tell him as much.

“Yet I do and it is infuriating,” he growled, “because you should be nothing to me…but you are everything.”

Then, it was your turn to drop your hands. A renewed ache claimed you and heat rose to your face with a vengeance. You took a step back and watched Daemon’s face twist in a way you had never seen before. Fear.

“I am to wed Rhaenyra.”

There was that sin of silence again, accompanied by the subsequent pains of answering an invitation from Daemon. “Rhaenyra.”

“It is a union-”

“This has been a long time coming,” you said, the ache embittering you. “Am I here to be your witness again, like some beck-and-call hound?”

“Jorrāelagon,” he shook his head and continued quickly, “ao se eman issare umptan va se egros hen jēda, va moriot māzis se jāre. Iksā tolī sȳz naejot sagon tied naejot nyke-”

“Speak plainly, Daemon,” you snapped. “Do not hide behind that godsforsaken language.”

Seemingly fueled by your own anger, Daemon lunged towards you, closing the gap once more with his hand grabbing at your chin. Despite the rushed roughness of his movement, his very touch, like before, was gentle. It bordered on careful, even as he made you meet his eyes.

“Love,” he paused, his tone cold; an objective translation. “You and I have been stayed on the edge of time, always coming and going. You are too good to be tied to me…kesan daor ivestragī ao zālagon. I will not let you burn.”

He held your chin still as the last words fell from his lips. His lips. Daemon was tantalizingly close and with the music stopping, your dance together finally ending, the urge to lean up the last stretch to kiss him was overwhelming. It washed over you like the tide, the very one that nipped at your heels as Daemon held you; though it did nothing to quell your rising anger as you realized…

“And you knew of my feelings for you, this- this entire time? You lead me along with invitations to be at your side while knowing You bid me attend your wedding while knowing, and you tell me of another on the horizon?” You wrenched yourself from him, “How dare you?”

“Like you said, all that impulse. I did not think, I only wanted.”

“Now you aim to control by wedding your niece and directing my fate? You will not let me burn, but you will turn yourself to ash over a throne that will never be wholly yours? It will be Rhaenyra that sits it, not you.”

The truth incensed Daemon, who charged at you, hands reaching once more. His fingers dug into the fabric and flesh about your hips as he pulled you flush to him. You had nowhere to look but at him. You had nothing else to feel but his heat.

Then, his lips. His lips were closed about yours in a rushed, manic union of flesh. Daemon’s hands squeezed at you, pulling you impossibly close as the kiss grew deeper. His tongue knocked against yours wildly. Wanting. Wanted.

Daemon wanted you, but you ached still, and the ache drove you away.

You leaned back, your lips falling from Daemons. He chased after them, pecking the corner of your mouth, entreating you for more. You gave him a taste, a softer kiss, but it wasn’t enough. At least, not enough for you.

“What does this mean, Daemon?” You opened your eyes but saw that his were still closed. His breathing was still sharp, still quick. “What am I supposed to do with this?”

“It doesn’t matter,” he breathed, resting his forehead against yours, “just as it doesn’t matter who sits the Iron Throne. Like fire, it is my blood.”

You swallowed, hoping to distract yourself from the stinging tears behind your eyes. “And it will be your funeral.”

Daemon opened his eyes then and met your gaze. “I know.”

You pressed your forehead against his a touch harder, a not-quite-a-kiss-kiss, before you pushed his hands from your hips and turned away from Daemon Targaryen for the last time.

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thelunarfairy · 4 months

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Thinking about how the type of relationship between Amane and Tsukasa is written and shown, like Aidairo they really like to play and, evidently, they do it on purpose: is it just something brotherly or is there something more? (Always interpreting the content they give us and never affirming [or denying] something)

It can also be said (and from what I have seen, it is something that does happen) that part of the jshk fandom rejects and ignores the theories that the interactions between the twins hide something beyond the fraternal because they're brothers and shouldn't be seen as such.

So,

Using the analogy of "If character A were the opposite gender of character B, then everyone would support their romantic relationship, but since A and B are the same gender that makes them just good friends and 'romantic' is just a thing." part of the community", one could deduce that if instead of brothers, Aidairo had chosen to be childhood friends, would the majority of the fandom more easily accept their interaction as something more than brotherly?

If they were just childhood friends who grew up together and their relationship is the same as it is currently in the manga, perhaps the entire fandom would say, and it wouldn't be something crazy or misplaced, that there's not just friendship between the two; perhaps a one-sided love, or a childhood love that ended badly. Maybe there would even be more posts of parallels between hananene and amane and tsukasa.

I would like to know your opinion ^ . ^

Just thoughts derived from insomnia and how I love to find three feet for the cat. And since I love to see the relationships of some characters in another light to see if it's just my interpretation or if there is something more.

P.D.: ilove your theories and analysis.

Do you want me to be completely honest?

I have been very cautious when talking about this subject precisely because it is such a taboo.

It's not about gender, but about being brothers, it's not something natural or accepted, it's strange to think or talk about it in a general context, most people have brothers and know that the love they feel for them is fraternal.

So this forbidden love causes a lot of strangeness, even if it is in fiction.

But yes, I'm happy that the fandom is finally seeing that there is SOMETHING STRANGE in their relationship, it's not just brotherly love, right?

It does not seem.

Tsukasa blushes when he is with Amane, when he talks about him. Hanako also blushes when he is around Tsukasa. The way Tsukasa touches Hanako, panels where they are almost kissing, Hanako under Tsukasa in a suggestive position while Tsukasa puts his hands on Hanako's lips. The way Hanako looks at Tsukasa, whether when he was pointing at the stars or when he ran to hug Amane.

There is more evidence of romance than of a healthy sibling relationship. The way Tsukasa didn't care about anything other than fulfilling Amane's wishes…

But what about Hanako, what must he have been like with Tsukasa?

The general idea that goes through my head sometimes is that the twins fell in love with each other. For Tsukasa, in a more innocent way, that kind of love that he still doesn't understand and doesn't know how to differentiate from brotherly love, everything for him is just love.

For Hanako…. this is more problematic, Hanako is not innocent, he knows what kind of love he feels for Tsukasa, and maybe because he realizes that it is wrong, forbidden, he just buried this feeling inside his chest. Even though he felt love and desires, he seemed to want to be the "perfect" brother, as we saw in the PP arc.

Most analyzes of JSHK symbolism point to a romantic love between them, and in some cases, unilateral. An innocent twin and a pervert, opposites but with similar desires.

I always wonder why Hanako has such a latent sexual desire, as if he was repressing an old desire, and when Kako revealed this in front of Tsukasa, Hanako blushed intensely!

He literally wanted to die again, so why was he so blushing because of Tsukasa? It doesn't make sense if we don't think about the desires he might feel about Tsukasa, and because it's something shameful and forbidden, he feels bad.

"I want Tsukasa, but he's my brother, we can't! It's wrong…."

He blushed more with Tsukasa than with Nene, even when Nene kissed him on the cheek, the moment he blushed the most with her, it didn't surpass the way he blushed with Tsukasa, even his HANDS were blushed.

Think with me, Hanako wants to stop time to do any kind of perverted things, who could he stop time with so he could do whatever he wanted without anyone knowing?

He already did perverted things with Nene without needing to stop time, he can even try to do perverted things with random people, since no one sees Hanako because he's a ghost

But he couldn't touch these people even if time stopped, because in order for him to touch them the other person must be supernatural, have a sixth sense or a bond with Hanako, as in the case of Nene, Kou.

So WHO was the person he was talking about?

Touching Tsukasa with time stopped… Would it lessen Amane's guilt if Tsukasa didn't know? Hmm…..

He likes to do things in secret because he doesn't like to feel guilty, he does things knowing it's wrong, and that's why he does them in secret.

This would also explain why he was so embarrassed when Tsukasa found out that he wants to do perverted things, it was as if Kako had revealed to Tsukasa that Amane had this type of desire towards him.

A forbidden desire that Amane hides, touching Tsukasa, but he can't, so would he wish time would stop so he could do what he wants, because he believed Tsukasa would never know, would it be the only way to alleviate his desire?

When the secret was revealed, Amane felt the guilt and shame for his desires strongly.

Should I also mention the sexual connotation between eating and being devoured? Hakubo and Sumire? It was explicitly a sexual scene between the two, and well, Hanako will probably have to devour Tsukasa in the same way, so sexual connotations continue here.

So, let's go to the scene of Hanako's intense crying when he sees Tsukasa kissing Nene.

Did he see the two people he is in love with kissing? And him being left out of it?

So, let's conclude, maybe this will all lead to a three-way relationship, if Nene accepts, of course. Hanako seems to be in love with both of them, and with the way things are going, we're going to see more of Amane showing love for Tsukasa.

See his look in these two situations:

It's the same look…. in one panel he tells Nene that he's happy because she was the first girl who said she liked him, in the other panel he's talking about Tsukasa.

Same tender look, same look, SAME LOOK

BUT

It's just ONE of the possibilities, maybe it's just another one of those things that some manga authors put in, you know, to tease and give false clues, maybe it's just "ah, that's just a joke, they're just very close brothers" and nothing happens.

Aidairo created a game in which there were twins in love with the same girl, they also had a suggestive relationship between them, but nothing explicitly romantic was shown between them.

This is what I think will happen in JSHK, there is all this evidence that their relationship is romantic, but in the end it won't be anything canon, just suggestive moments.

I don't think Aidairo will have enough courage to put a romantic relationship between canonical brothers???? I doubt it, I would challenge her if I could, because I definitely don't believe she would put that on! Because it would be very brave of her to do that!!

Neither the romantic relationship between the twins nor the relationship between three. Tsukasa will probably disappear, Nene will stay with Hanako for a while and Amane will disappear too, Nene (if she survives) will be sad for a while and then forget.

It will be?

Everything is still hazy, I'm wandering between the two paths, do they love each other romantically or is it just Aidairo's joke?

I have no idea the answer, because the evidence is getting stronger and harder to ignore….

Anyway, remembering that I don't ship the twins and I'm not saying that this is what will happen, it's just an analysis based on their behavior.

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harley-michaels-main · 2 years

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Just saw Thor Love and Thunder and I need to talk about it so read ahead at your own risk.

First of all, i love the fucking goats they are the star of the show.

Okay now onto the movie. I loved it. One of the funniest and most heart wretching films I had ever seen. The casting is always incredible with Taika films and they did another amazing job. I am so happy to see Natalie Portman return.

I will say that her Jane Foster with cancer was not a surprise seeing as though that is what happened in the comics. However I was surprised to see her death at the end of the film. I truly thought that it was going to follow the comics and have Jane become the new Thor and the og Thor would either die or step down. Her death did make me cry but it was nice to get a proper closure for Thor and Janes relationship and even finding out how they broke up in the first place.

Thor in the film was hilarious and I loved to see his growth as a character. To see his struggle with depression and PTSD and even take advice from Peter Quill who is someone we have learned he does not have the best relationship with. Him learning about the corrupt power system in what im guessing was Mount Olympus because i do not remember what it is actually called was incredible. Him learning that he was on his own and would ultimately have to face this fight alone was somewhat sad but seeing him literally rip one through Zeus was amazing.

Valkyrie my true king, I love you. She is the best character in this series and seeing her go one on one with Gor??? Incredible. I literally was about to cry because i thought she was dead but im glad she lived. Also when she kissed Zeus' maid on the hand i was dying because I wanted that to be me.

Korg had mw sobbing. This dude literally almost died and then ended up making a baby with a man named DWAYNE? Adorable. 10/10.

Also fucking Axel??? HEIMDALS SON??? YES PLEASE HE WAS ADORABLE!! Iloved his interactions with Thor and I see him playing a huge part in the future movies.

Christian fucking bale this man scared the fuck out of me. He is the creepiest MCU villain thus far. He does an amazing job portraying the same character with split personalities after being corrupted. His character was complex and really dug into religion as well for it being a marvel film. With it being a controversial topic right now I think that many will not take to it lightly. However his performance was incredible. Another masterpiece for him and another DC actor converted to marvel.

But seriously the ending threw me through a loop. With the way things were going in Eternity, I truly thought that Jane and Thor were going to raise his daughter together. But seeing Jane die in Thors arms like that? I was sobbing in the theatre.

The first post credit scene somewhat confirmed for me that thor was going to die soon. With Zeus still living and calling upon Hercules its kinda a given. Will Herc kill Thor? Most likely. Will Herc live? I doubt it. I think that they will end up either killing each other or Thors new niece will end his life.

The second post credit scene. This had the whole theatre gasping. Imagine it. Everyone is talking, sotting around, waiting to see if the lights turn on or if there's a second post credit scene. Then, the gold sparks appear on screen. Within a matter of two seconds, everyone was back in their seats and the theater was silent. We see Jane appear at the Gates of Val Halla. And who is there to greet her? Heimdal. Literally everyone gasped when seeing him. And sadly, after Jane had lost her battle with cancer, she was allowed into the great hall of gods, who have all lost their lives in their own battles.

Overall this was my favorite thor movie. I love Natalie Portman and Chris Hemsworth on screen together. They have great chemistry and work so well together. Im happy she was able to get a proper farewell for the franchise and got the proper treatment she deserved for her work. I cant wait to see what comes next when Thor returns.

#thor #thor love and thunder #thor love and thunder spoilers #thor spoilers #chris hemsworth #natalie portman #tessa thompson #taika waititi #christian bale

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fairybinie · 2 years

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COPYCCINO — 43: moment of weakness

synopsis: soobin has been talking to who he thought was his unrequited crush on messages, only to find out through a visit to their coffee shop that it was in fact not them. not only does he meet the real y/n, he runs into their friend yeonjun, an ex friend of his who he has some unresolved issues with. as soobin and the real y/n are getting to know each other, yeonjun and soobin are working through their misunderstandings, as well as trying to figure out who the catfish was.

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a/n: written (2.6k) + smau. like one swear word, not proofread, sorry for another written chapter and pls ignore my failed attempts to cover up my typos 😭

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“there’s something what?” y/n asks while they groggily tie their shoes. they've been in bed all day, they look far from presentable but they should at least achieve the goal that is being able to stand up. they had been glued to their bed all day, fixating their eyes on their computer screen for half of it. sad movies occupying their screen, of course.

“something’s waiting for you down in the lobby,” sieun confirms, getting ready herself. she has to go back into her building for the internship, so she might as well get ready alongside y/n so they feel less alone.

little do they know.

y/n stands up slowly, having to balance themselves on their own two feet when they feel the jelly sensation hit their lower half. they attempt to take off their glasses, only to realize that they’re very much blind without them. they don’t feel like putting their contacts on, let alone get dressed into something more presentable. their hoodie and sweats will have to do.

“i haven’t ordered anything though,” y/n speaks lowly after a yawn escapes from their lips. they’re slightly suspicious of sieun, not expecting anything at this point. too much has gone wrong for them to even assume.

“that’s what the receptionist told me when i walked in,” sieun nonchalantly replies while wrapping the last shoelace in bunny ears. she gets up from her bed and begins to drag y/n to head outside before they can protest. “here, i’ll walk down with you.”

sieun shuts the door behind them as the two head downstairs into the lobby. it takes a moment for the brightness of the hallway to adjust in y/n’s eyes, considering their room had been dimly lit. they walk past yeonjun and taehyun’s shared room, along with soobin and beomgyu’s, and kai’s solo room. they can’t help but sigh in their head, still in denial that last night really happened. they haven’t spoken to anyone other than sieun since the event occurred, and they can say that they’re at least appreciative of her efforts. sieun tried to get them to confide in her, but it was too much to even repeat. this morning sieun even brought them leftovers from her company breakfast, assuming y/n hadn’t eaten anything yet. they must’ve been right, considering the meal was gone by the time she came back.

if y/n doesn’t have anyone, at least they can hope they still have sieun.

their thoughts become interrupted when they realize they’re arriving close to the main lobby, mentally preparing for what could come next. they haven’t been here since yesterday and it already seems to look different, like some furniture was reorganized. or maybe they’re just losing it.

y/n loses all sense of reality, just realizing that they’ve been riding in an elevator all this time. the two doors open, revealing their desired destination. they walk out cautiously, still suspicious of what’s to come. sieun steps outside more confidently, walking ahead of y/n so they have a path to follow. y/n begins to look around the lobby to notice anything, and there was no such luck until they set their gaze on the couch that’s near the receptionist area.

taehyun is sitting right there.

as if he sensed the two of him, taehyun gets up from his seat making eye contact with solely y/n. out of confusion, y/n looks back to expect some kind of answer from sieun, but sieun just gives them a comforting smile as she waves goodbye, exiting the building. y/n slowly glances back at taehyun, almost afraid that he’s not really there. he very much is. y/n looks around to see if anyone else is there, soobin, yeonjun, kai or even beomgyu for that matter. but it’s just taehyun. it takes them a moment to wrap their mind around it. this is the first time they’re seeing him since last night, they don’t know where his stance is. is he just as angry with them? did he want to meet with them so he could yell at them too? might as well cross everyone off the list.

with these thoughts in mind, it hits y/n like a fasting train that they didn’t just imagine everything. this is the current state everyone is in. they broke every relationship. they feel their eyes begin to water, hoping that none of them fall to make taehyun notice. but taehyun notices everything. he can tell that they’re not okay.

taehyun walks a bit further in his step, catching y/n’s attention. he remains still for a couple seconds before a soft expression takes over his face as his arms reach out into the air. those two gestures say more than enough to y/n, and it’s this moment where they let all their bottled up emotions run loose, letting the waterworks take over. on instinct, they rush into taehyun’s arms, letting out a much needed sob. taehyun’s embrace is tight and secure, making sure y/n feels as safe as they could. he can feel the hem of his t-shirt begin to soak up, but he doesn’t care. he brings his hand up to soothe y/n’s head, indirectly shushing them to calm down. his fingertips massage into y/n’s scalp, a habit of his he’s used to when he hugs people. it’s not often, but he still does it.

taehyun notices that the receptionist is looking their way, probably wondering what situation is going on. at first she seems softhearted, maybe these two have reunited after several years. but her gaze shifts into more concern after looking at the expression on taehyun’s face, now realizing that something is wrong. she sends taehyun a sympathetic nod and goes back to her tasks. taehyun takes the hint that this is not the place to be doing this.

“hey, let’s go over there yeah?” he speaks quietly into y/n’s ear, guiding them into a nearby lounge area. luckily there’s no one inside, so they could have the privacy that they need. y/n is still under taehyun’s embrace, their face tucked away into his chest so they’re barely able to walk. they’re thankful that taehyun manages to lead them around. they assume that they switched room as they begin to feel taehyun pull away from the close proximity, coming to terms with the present once again.

they get used to the new atmosphere. the room looks similar to the main lobby, except there's some game stands around, a massive TV to take up the room, along with a pool table in the corner. there are a couple couches in different parts of the room, taehyun guides them to the nearest one. they sit down, y/n immediately wanting to live inside this couch to never come out from it again. they don’t seem to realize that they’re avoiding eye contact until taehyun taps on their crossed knee softly, looking up into his eyes. his arm stretches out to rest on the couch and looks at y/n sincerely.

“talk to me.”

and with those words, y/n immediately gives into their emotions. you would think they had no more tears to shed, but they seem to keep coming. it takes a couple sniffles for them to think about what they could say without coming across all over the place.

“i didn’t want any of this to happen,” they start off in a whisper. “i just wanted them to meet, how was i supposed to know that they hated each other?” taehyun feels the need to give his thoughts, but he waits for y/n to finish.

“they’re all mad at me for doing something i didn't mean to do,” y/n brings their hands to massage their temples to remain as calm as they could be. “i didn't do any of this on purpose.”

“…they all left me. ju-” y/n stops in their place and shuts their eyes in exhaustion. “yeonjun. soobin. even kai.”

“so did you,” they say with a softer tone, barely audible but enough for taehyun to hear. they feel the need to say more, their mouth open as they think of something more. they’re frustrated with themselves when their words don’t come to mind, closing their mouth as they shake their head in hopelessness. they cover their face with their hands as they let out a much needed sigh.

“i’m not mad at you.”

y/n brings their head up slowly, unsure if they heard him correctly. taehyun appears to be dead serious, and the solemn expression on their face turns into hope.

“i didn’t walk out because i was upset with you, more so that i could stop yeonjun from doing anything stupid,” taehyun explains with a bit of amusement in his voice. “our room is right next to soobin’s.” y/n doesn’t deny the fact, going back to that moment it makes sense for taehyun to do that.

taehyun goes back to what y/n had said in the first place with a more serious tone. “i can’t be mad at you when even i didn’t know. you’re right, yeonjun never told us about soobin directly.”

“am i bummed you didn’t tell us how you and soobin first met, sure,” taehyun feels the need to mention his feelings if he’s being honest. “but i’m assuming there’s a reason for that.”

y/n tilts their head as they suck in some air, quickly exhaling some of it out. “it’s a long story. we’ll tell you one day.”

taehyun nods slowly and a comfortable silence ensues. y/n is now assured that at least one more person isn’t upset with them. they’re glad that it’s taehyun of all people, they could use some of his wise words. after some time with their thoughts, taehyun speaks again.

“it’s not really your fault, if you think about it.” taehyun proposes, almost like all the evidence is piecing together in his head. this fuels y/n’s curiosity. this whole time they've been self pitying themselves, being that they’re the reason they ruined everything. there’s a slight chance that there isn’t? they’re all ears.

“again, yeonjun and soobin didn’t tell you anything,” taehyun repeats, as if he’s trying to get that through y/n’s head. “i think the fact that they’re both shocked to see each other has them pinning everything onto you when they should realize what they’re doing wrong too.”

y/n takes a moment to process what taehyun is saying and it all soon makes sense to them. the only thing y/n could’ve done wrong is address that yeonjun was soobin and vice versa. but they didn’t plan for all of this to happen. yeonjun can only see the fact that soobin is y/n’s boyfriend, so of course he’s going to assume this was all some personal agenda against him. the same thing could go for soobin. they each share that quality, it’s something that they have in common. it all leads to one thing.

this isn’t y/n’s fault.

“you’re right,” y/n says with realization. taehyun nods like if he already knows he’s right, which makes y/n chuckle to themselves. only taehyun and his taehyun-like manner can bring them some happiness.

“and kai,” taehyun draws in his breath in attempt to come up with an excuse for kai. “i think he’s also unleashing his feelings onto you considering yeonjun yelled at him too.”

there’s no doubt that y/n still feels bad about that. all they can do is shift their eyebrows in sadness, hoping that they can get through kai. another silence takes over as the two admire the scenery around them, taking a momentary break from the conversation at hand. y/n sets eyes onto the pool table, thinking about how much yeonjun would enjoy it. their gaze shifts over to the arcade machines, already imagining how beomgyu and kai would be destroying each other to get the highest score. a sad smile takes over their face when they lock eyes with the loveseat in the corner, perfect view of the TV in the room. y/n and soobin’s favorite hobby was watching TV together, all cuddled up in each other’s warmth. now they only feel cold, and they can’t help but wonder if soobin feels it too. a voice captures y/n’s attention and they enter reality yet again.

“sieun told me you were packing your things,” y/n locks eyes with taehyun, who has a concerned look on his face. “are you planning to leave?”

y/n considers telling him about the anonymous texts they got. if they’re being honest, it did get to them a bit. they did pack their things. but after standing the pile that was their closed suitcases, sieun walking in on them asking if they wanted to visit their company, they realized that they shouldn’t give in. they don’t want to leave these people behind, these are their best friends. their boyfriend. things may be rocky, but they don’t believe in starting over when they wish to stay with what they already have. did they mope around in their bed all day, yes. somehow it made them feel better than just leaving all together. taehyun’s looking at them with a concentrated set of eyes, and they choose to leave that part out. there’s already too much going on.

“yeah, all of this got to me pretty bad,” which technically isn’t a lie. before taehyun can protest they continue to say, “but i’m not going to. it was just a moment of weakness.”

taehyun can’t push away the fact that y/n felt this way, and it makes him only want to fix all this even more. he just has to use that big brain of his.

pleased with where they’ve gotten, they each settle to end the conversation there. at least y/n knows where taehyun is at, and that they could still confide in him. they didn’t lose him. the two get up from their seats and taehyun begins to walk y/n over to their room, going through the process yet again. when they managed to get out of the elevator, they make way to y/n’s door and they remain in their positions.

“has j-” y/n catches themselves in their place and corrects themselves. “has yeonjun spoken to you?” referring to the fact that they’re rooming together. the thought has crossed their mind, and they’re curious to see if he has.

“no, he hasn’t said one word to me,” taehyun replies honestly. the two share a look of disappointment and y/n nods sadly. they think of how to say their goodbyes, until they realized they haven’t said the one thing they were hoping to disclose.

“i’m sorry.”

taehyun shakes his head vigorously, the gesture of his head complimenting his actions. “you don’t need to apologize to me, i promise we’re okay.”

y/n smiles softly as they feel the tears begin to take over their eyes yet again, one managing to escape past their cheek. taehyun smiles, showcasing his dimple, and brings y/n into another hug, rubbing circles across their back. y/n hold around taehyun’s neck is strong, a sniffle being heard from their side.

“thank you, taehyun.” is all they could say.

they hear taehyun hum as he pulls them apart, resting his hands on y/n’s shoulders for a quick second before he brings them to wipe the tears off their face. he looks at them straight in the eyes with so much genuineness.

“and you didn’t lose your nickname privileges with me.”

this brings a smile onto y/n’s face, taehyun can’t help but reciprocate the feeling. he makes his way over to his door, sending y/n a friendly nod before he steps inside. y/n lets out one last sniffle before the smile reappears, opening and closing the door right behind them.

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Ii've always wanted to be friends with violet because she's cool, but it made me wonder if she would accept me, I'm a coquette girl but I like rock music, do you think violet would accept having a friend with a different aesthetic?" ps: ilove your blog <3

This is such an interesting question! Though Violet's vibe is very different to the coquette aesthetic, I really don't think she'd care if her friend matched her exact aesthetic. In the scene where she first meets Tate, they bond over music and sharing the same interests, not exactly because of his style or "aesthetic".

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raisinushigher · 1 year

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ok SO i finally manned up and watched the leaked reboot episode (not all of it, the source im watching it from is uploading it in increments and they aren’t all out yet) and im not even gonna lie to you. i fucking love it im SO excited to see more of the new clones, i think frita is a fun character and i feel like she’s gonna give cleo some character development finally, jfk is still good, im happy with joan too and abe is just. i gotta have a whole seperate section for him. im REALLY excited. him almost saying ableist slurs was kinda far like hed never do that regularly, in season 1 he never talked like that, but i do really like where this is taking his character - like it’s really re-establishing how he really means well and just wants to help but manages to mess everything up due to how oblivious he is. and i think my favourite thing out of it so far is the switched perspective. in season 1 it was joan trying to catch abes attention while he was dating cleo, and now in the reboot it’s abe trying to catch joans attention while she’s dating(?) jfk. it’s a very interesting and exciting thing, the reason abe is so hated is because his role combined with how dumb he is made him insufferable to most people, and now that’s just completely switched up without ruining his personality in any way. did i mention i love this. one last thing about abe and then to the extra little stuff i wanted to talk about :o)

um this. Yeah. i. this made me so sad 💀 this and the part on the dock where he mentions feeling lost without gandhi and how he’s upset because he thinks he’s avoiding him is just so,,, he misses him so bad,,,,,;, and he doesn’t know he’s stuck in the locker still,,,,, and he needs him so badD. RAHHHHH. AND LIKE. GANDHI WOULDVE BEEN THERE FOR HIM DURING THIS EPISODE 1000% IT AOULDVE BEEN SO MUCH EASIER ON HIM,,, ok now im done

really not much to say here. i wanted scudlertron and i got it ive been FED. also i absolutely love scuds grey streaks and how his voice sounds different and older but not in a jarring way but instead a way that actually sounds natural. butlertrons voice is amazing also. jfk’s needs a little work but like. again it’s unreleased. who cares. he’s wonderful as always regardless. the little b plot mr b and scud have going on in the episode was continuously a breath of fresh air while watching it, it’s so goddamn nice seeing them just talking again, feels like a warm hug from an old friend idk :o)))

these two walking together,,,,, just seeing van gogh again is also so so good even though i don’t talk nor think about him that much at all i love him very much

and one last thing. im so goddamn excited for this trio

tldr: ilove it so much im so excited

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volturiwolf · 2 years

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Road Rage - A Paul Lahote x fem!Reader Imagine

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I was driving down the provincial roads of Washington, going towards La Push, where my friend, Nessie, and her family were waiting for me. “Immortale” by Måneskin was bursting through my rental car, which Nessie had arranged for me, as I was hitting the steering wheel in the rhythm of the song. I loved that song so much, I was singing it at the top of my lungs - at least, the parts I knew how to say.

(Y/N)’s POV

“Credimi, credimi, sono diventato immortale (Believe me, believe me, I became immortal).”

I was tired after flying for 20 hours and having to drive for another 4, but this song always brought my mood up. That, and the fact that I managed to sleep plenty of hours through the flights. I was counting down the hours until I reached La Push. It was Nessie’s birthday tomorrow, and she had invited me over to spend a few weeks with her and her family.

Nessie and I met when she came to my university as a study abroad student. At first, she only planned to stay here for a semester, but that turned into two semesters - the maximum time study abroad students were allowed to stay there. I was heartbroken when she had to go back home, but she had promised me she’ll do anything to meet again.

I didn’t know what it was with Nessie - or Renesmee, as she was officially named. She was such a fun person to be around. She made everyone feel welcome and happy, and she was probably the easiest person to get along with. She was up for anything, but she was also the most responsible out of everyone, kind of like the mom in our small group of her, me, and my four other friends.

I was getting more and more excited the closer I got to La Push, though I still had to drive within the required speed limits. It was really difficult to estimate the kilometers to miles, and thankfully the car was already in miles, but it was still difficult to keep up with the speed limits around here. The US was really strict with the speed limits, which I never experienced before, but better to be safe than sorry. I didn’t want to get deported or something, so I drove much slower than I usually did.

I liked driving fast, testing the car’s limits, as well as my own, and kind of brag about my driving to others. I liked driving fast, but I was also extremely cautious, and these two often clashed with each other. I would sometimes hate slow drivers, and other times I would wish other drivers drove more slowly. Unfortunately, I had terrible road rage in either case.

Fortunately, I was aware of where I could drive fast, and where I had better drive slowly and carefully. And these narrow, provincial roads were not made for speeding. They were steep from the constant rain, and they had too many turns to count - the very opposite of a road to speed on.

That, however, did not stop the asshole that was following me from almost bumping onto my car, speeding beyond my own comprehension, and almost colliding with the back of my car. Said asshole was flashing his car’s lights and honking at me as if any of these would actually make me go any faster. I was driving for over three and a half hours, just to come across this ass in the last 20 minutes of my driving.

The man kept honking and trying to scare me into speeding or moving over so he could run past me. I was a bigger asshole than he was and my anger rose rapidly as it usually did, so I stepped gently on my brakes, forcing him to step hard on his before he decided that enough was enough.

He stepped on his gas, and, with an abrupt movement, ran past me, before cutting me off and then speeding off like the ass he was. I sent a lovely open palm on his side, cursing him, and continued driving. My heart was beating fast all this time - a mix of fear and adrenaline, and I was slowly trying to calm myself down, but my hands were still shaking.

“Just a few more minutes, (Y/N). Just a few more minutes.”

I was trying to calm myself down, as I was known for getting too angry too quickly, and now, it was not the time for that. I had to remain calm and collected. It was Nessie’s birthday after all, and I didn’t want to ruin everything because of a random asshole. It would be the first time I met her family and friends, and I wanted to leave a good impression, not be the angry ass around here.

I reached the address she had given me after a few minutes. The house seemed small and old, slightly worn out by the rain and humidity, but the location, being slightly away from other houses around the area, offered peace and quiet. It wasn’t a place I would have imagined Nessie would be staying - she dressed too expensive, and spent a lot of money, at least when she was a study abroad.

“(Y/N)!” Ness ran up to me the second I walked out of my car. “I’m so happy you’re finally here! I missed you so much!” Nessie’s embrace was so tight and overwhelming, but warm and welcoming.

I took a step back to look at her. She hadn’t changed at all. She had the same sweet face, wavy curls, and bright smile as she always did.

“It’s nice to see you, too, Nessie. I missed you, too.” I answered back wholeheartedly, but the look on my face did not match my sincerity.

“Hey, boo, what happened? You don’t seem happy to be here.” Ness furrowed her eyebrows, looking at me worriedly.

“Well.. Can I vent to you a bit?”

“Of course, you can. Come on, let’s go inside and you can tell me everything.” She took my hand in hers, and she led me into the house.

The same house that looked old and worn out on the outside was nothing like its interior. It was so warm and welcoming, beautifully decorated with warm, earthly colors, and was actually much bigger than it looked from the outside. Ness sat me down on one of the couches in the living room.

“Now, tell me, what’s got you so upset?” She smiled encouragingly.

“Well, someone almost crashed on my car. I was driving slow, not just because of the police, but, you know, the roads were steep and I was scared. He came behind me. He was running really fast, and he kept honking and flashing his lights. And I got scared, but you know me, I wouldn’t just let this asshole do whatever he wants. So, I stepped on my brakes, he stepped on his. He was really mad, he moved past me, and cut me off. He almost sent me off-road! So, I just showed him my open palm as he drove away. I still feel the adrenaline and the fear run through me. It felt like a near-death experience.”

Ness was looking at me shocked. “Because it was! (Y/N), you have to be careful around here. Did you, at least, notice his face or anything? Do you remember his car, his car plate?”

“Well, I did notice him in my mirror. He was…handsome, but an asshole nonetheless.”

“I’m sorry for that, sweety. I hope you are better now. Would you like to meet the rest of my family?”

“I thought you said your actual family would be away for the week.”

“Well, yeah, but I mean my La Push family; Brady and his family and friends. We’ll have dinner at Emily and Sam’s place. They’re like our mom and dad, even though they do have their own kids.”

“Oh, do you go there often?”

“Well, pretty much every day. Or every other day. Emily is the sweetest and her cooking is amazing. Brady and the others are already there.”

“The others? How many more are there?”

“Well, apart from Brady, Sam, and Emily, there are Jared and Kim, Leah and Angela, Seth and Daniel, Quil and Claire, Embry and Laura, Collin and Diana, and Jacob and Christine. Oh, there is also Paul, but I’m not sure if he’ll come. Everyone told him to be there, but you never know with him.”

“So, there will be just couples?” That made me nervous. I was definitely going to be left out.

“Oh, no, don’t worry. Even if Paul, who’s the only single, won’t come, we’ll still stay together. You won’t be alone. And the girls are amazingly sweet. You’ll see. Now, go get changed and ready for dinner. I’ll be waiting right here.” Ness took me to - I assumed - a guest room and gently pushed me in, closing the door behind me.

She had left some underwear and a red, long-sleeved dress with a deep V-neck on the bed for me to wear. I sighed sadly; I hated wearing dresses, and Ness knew that, but she may have had a reason to do so. Without questioning her intentions further, I went into the small bathroom and got myself cleaned quickly. I came out 10 minutes later and got dressed and ready within a few minutes. I met Nessie back in the living room.

“Wow, (Y/N)! You should definitely wear dresses more often. It looks beautiful on you.”

I turned around to look at myself in the mirror. Sure, it looked good but it was not as comfortable as my jeans and t-shirt. “I’m just doing it for you, Ness.”

“Mmh, sure, hun. Let’s go. The others will start eating without us.”

We walked outside and got into Nessie’s Volvo SUV Hybrid. Now, that was a car I knew Nessie would drive, ‘cause I knew she loved luxury. Ness was way more comfortable speeding through the narrow roads than I was, and yet she never crossed the other lane once.

Within a few minutes, we were in front of a house similar to Nessie’s, though this one was a two-floor house and it was literally surrounded by trees and woods. There were ten other cars in front of the house, which I assumed belonged to the people waiting in the house for us. Ness parked behind a truck and we exited her car.

“Everyone seems to be here, except for Paul, but it’s okay. I’ll be by your side, so you don’t feel uncomfortable. But I’m sure you will quickly feel at home. Everyone is very welcoming and kind.”

Nessie’s smile encouraged me and calmed me down a bit. I didn’t know what to expect coming here to this new place, meeting these new people who were already a big family. We walked up the porch stairs to the house. Most people were sitting in the front living room, with the exception of a woman and a man walking around in the kitchen, still preparing food and setting up the table.

“Hey, guys! This is my friend, (Y/N), that I told you about. She’ll be staying with Brady and me for a few weeks. (Y/N), these are my friends that I told you about.”

I greeted every single one of them before Ness led me to the kitchen. “(Y/N), this is Emily and this is Sam. They kind of are like a mom and dad to me, so I usually call them my parents, though they’re not too much older than I am.”

“Hello, Emily, Sam. It’s nice finally meeting you.”

“Hi, sweetheart.” Emily hugged me tightly, and I could feel all of my stress washing away. “How are you? I bet you had a long and tiring trip. Are you hungry? Dinner will be ready in a few minutes.”

“Yeah, well, it was long for sure. 20 hours flying, 4 hours driving. It was…something else. I am a bit hungry, thank you.” I chuckled.

“Nessie, get (Y/N) to sit down in the meantime. Everything will be ready in a few minutes.”

“Where are the kids, anyway?” Ness wondered, and I remembered she mentioned Sam and Emily having children.

“Oh, they're up in the Macah rez for a few days. It’s not often we have guests around, and the kids haven’t seen my parents for a while now, so I thought that it would be a good time for everyone. Go sit down now.” Emily gently pushed us towards the living room.

Ness went straight into her boyfriend’s, Brady, arms, and they leaned on each other. I went to sit nearby, looking around at all the happy couples, sitting in the living room, embracing one another. I felt like a fish out of water, being the only had around who had no one to hug and lay down next to or on. I felt awkward, to say the least.

Ness broke the silence. “So, where is Paul anyway?”

“He needed to break off some steam. Apparently, he got road rage again. But Sam told him he has to be here, so he will come eventually” A guy, I think his name was Embry, answered back.

“What’s new, really?” Another guy commented, and everyone around laughed.

I didn’t know who Paul was yet, but he sounded like an angry guy for sure. Looking at all the people around me, I didn’t know if I would like to cross paths with him. It wasn’t that I wasn’t someone who got angry too quickly for no reason, but at least, I didn’t want to have to deal with someone who acted the same way as I did. Calm people brought me calmness, and I preferred to be surrounded by them rather than people who were similar to me.

“Well, speaking of road rage, someone almost crashed into (Y/N) on her way here.”

“What? How? Who?” A girl asked upset.

“I don’t really know. Some guy. I was driving slow because I was scared, I didn’t know the roads, and I wasn’t going to drive too fast around here. And then this guy comes speeding behind me and he almost crashed into my car. I slowed the car and he got angrier, so he drove past me and almost threw me off the road.”

“That’s terrible, sweety. Are you okay now?” Emily asked concerned, now standing across from me.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. Everything is fine now.” I smiled at her, slightly moved that she showed so much interest and cared for me.

The next few minutes went by with everyone talking, asking me questions, and commenting on my answers. Overall, they were really nice people, and I saw why Ness was so happy to be around them. They didn’t make me feel nervous or anxious; on the contrary, they made me feel very calm and I could easily open up to them, though there seemed to be something they hid from me, which I wouldn’t question them about, at least not yet.

The conversation was interrupted by a guy entering the house with heavy steps. He looked frustrated at something, as he went to sit alone at the dining table in the kitchen. Everyone turned to look at him, but no one dared to say anything, as if they knew better than to irritate him even more.

It was only when he turned around to ask why nobody had eaten yet that I recognized who he was. The man looked around everyone until his eyes fell on me. He looked at me shocked, almost as if he froze in his place, unable to say anything else.

I felt my eyes almost popping off, as I turned to Nessie and whispered. “Ness, that’s the one who almost threw me off the road earlier.”

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Paul’s POV

I was literally fuming. I was driving towards Emily and Sam’s place for the dinner Emily was preparing for Nessie’s friend who would be arriving in town today. She would be staying at Nessie and Brady’s house for a few weeks, and Nessie asked us to be as discreet as we could about the shifting thing around her. Not that I would be around her or the others as much; I didn’t like these big gatherings anymore.

Everyone was hanging out with their imprints, and I would be the only one who had been and will be alone, so after some time, I started ditching all these meetings and dinners. I would have ditched tonight as well if it weren’t for Sam forcing me to come along. I was already angry, but I was trying to control my anger, so as to not risk exposing our secret to Nessie’s friend later.

But I was running late, and I was already pretty angry about it, thinking every complaint the others would make the second I arrived there. To add to my anger, there was a car in front of me driving so slow, it almost made me crawl out of my skin. The driver, a woman, was driving too slow for my liking as if she had never driven here before. I couldn’t help myself when she refused to speed up.

I started honking and flashing my car’s lights at her, hoping that she’d wake up and step on the gas a bit. She looked me through the mirror, angry but smirked a bit, before stepping on her brakes, forcing me to step on mine to not crash with her car. Not caring if Chief Swan or any camera caught me, I stepped on my gas, driving quickly past her car, and cutting her off by stepping on my brakes.

She looked at me angrily, shouting but I couldn’t hear her, before I sped up once again, leaving the bitch behind. My heart was beating fast with anger, and I couldn’t force myself to calm down, no matter how much I tried. I changed the course of my route, going to my house instead. I quickly sent a message to the pack group chat, letting them know what happened, before I ran towards the woods, bursting out of my clothes, and running.

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I had been running for about half an hour before I decided that I was calm enough - not completely, but enough - to go by Emily and Sam’s for dinner. I quickly went back to my house, took a quick shower, threw some clean clothes on me, and hopped in my car, driving towards the house where everyone had been waiting for me.

Reaching the driveway, I parked beside the last car that was parked there, which happened to belong to Nessie. I stepped out of my car and jogged towards the house, stepping in with heavy steps. Everyone was already sitting in the front living room, talking with each other, until I stepped into the house which made everyone stop and turn to look towards me, as I walked towards the kitchen and sat on a chair at the dining table.

“Why hasn’t anyone eaten yet?” I looked around at the familiar faces before my eyes fell on the most beautiful creature I had ever met.

And then, the world around me stopped, and I could not focus on anything but her. It felt as if the whole world narrowed around me, and that girl was in the center of the new world that was created around me. I was looking at her bright eyes that shone under the sun, her perfect skin, her perfect face. I could see our whole life pass before me. I could hear her gurgling laugh, and see her eyes twinkle. It was the most beautiful and breathtaking spectacle I had ever seen in my whole life.

And then I came back to reality. Everyone was looking at me shocked, as the girl looked confused, being the only one around here who did not know what had just happened to me. Nessie, who looked shocked at first, quickly grew frustrated, leaving Brady’s side, as she came towards me and pushed me off of my chair.

“Are you serious, Paul? You almost threw her off-road, and now…this?!” Her eyes were popping, full of anger and disbelief.

I didn’t understand what she meant by that, until I looked back at the girl, letting Nessie’s word sink in. And then, I realized that it was the same girl I almost bumped into with the car; the same girl I was honking and flashing my lights at; the same girl I almost…killed? All because of the anger that took me over.

I stood up, walking slowly towards her, unsure of how she felt. “Hey. I’m… I’m really sorry. I have no idea what’s gotten into me at that moment. I’m really sorry for everything.”

I saw her gulping. “It’s okay.” Her voice was trembling.

“No, (Y/N), it’s not okay. He could have gotten you killed! For no reason!” Nessie spat.

So, her name was (Y/N). Her name flattered my insides and made me want to melt from all the attraction I was feeling for her right now.

“Nessie…” Brady silently begged his imprint to calm down.

“No, Brady, he should feel guilty. You almost killed her. My best friend!” Nessie looked at me. “Your imprint!” She barely whispered, so only the pack and I could hear.

“Nessie, please don’t give it any more time than it already has. It’s fine. I’m okay. Nothing happened. What’s done is done. Yelling and arguing about it won’t change anything, so just let it go.” (Y/N) tried to calm her friend down, but I could only hear her soft voice in my ears.

I felt incredible shame and guilt. Even if she wasn’t my imprint, I only now realized I could have actually killed a human because of my anger. I had never been like that. But my day was terrible - I had to stay longer at the mechanic shop I was working at, because of a customer arriving at the last minute, and I was already late for dinner. However, that was no excuse for my behavior.

I slowly walked towards (Y/N), feeling so guilty. I leaned in front of her and took her hand in my own hands. She looked at me shocked, and I could feel she was getting uncomfortable, but I had to do this.

“I’m really sorry, (Y/N), honestly. I don’t know what’s gotten into me and I acted like an asshole. I never meant to scare you or even dare to kill you. I would have never imagined you were so important to m…Nessie. I’m really sorry for my behavior. It was inexcusable. I hope you can forgive me and we can start over.” I let go of her hand, and stood up, extending my hand toward her. “Hey, nice to meet you. I’m Paul, Paul Lahote. The hothead around, and probably the biggest asshole you could ever meet.”

(Y/N)’s shocked face was immediately replaced by a smirk and a chuckle, as she shook my hand. “Hi, Paul. Nice to meet you, too. I’m (Y/N), (Y/N) (Y/L/N). As much as it doesn’t show right now, I’m the hothead around my own family, and probably a bigger asshole than you are.”

“I hope you can still forgive me.” I smile slightly at her, not knowing how she felt about me.

“That may take some time, Paul, but I can definitely try.”

I was going to work my ass off for (Y/N) to forget and prove to her that I can become the best man she had ever met.

#paul lahote #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote x reader #paul lahote x fem!reader #the twilight saga #twilight saga #twilight #twilight renaissance #sam uley #jared cameron #embry call #jacob black #quil ateara #brady fuller #collin littlesea #renesmee cullen #Spotify

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alittlebitgoofy · 9 months

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calm after the storm (marcia/spice)

i'm finally writing properly again, gay people with mental issues are so <3, and i cannot stop thinking about marcia they are very cute and wbk ilove spice so much, cheers to aubrey for giving me a fic title bc i lost my titling ways in the great war of 2023 (not posting for ages) they/them marcia, she/her spice, (luxx is there for like two seconds but they/she) ao3 link

Marcia’s head spun as they stood up to answer the soft knock at the door. Who was the poor soul about to interrupt their mental anguish?

Opening the door, Spice beamed back at them, her bright blue eyes such a contrast to Marcia’s sullen brown ones. Spice for all her friendliness was an absolute idiot to put it nicely, she cocked her head in confusion when Marcia didn’t say anything, just staring at her as she stood in the doorway.

“Uh, you okay?” Spice’s eyes darted around, taking in the withdrawn Marcia in front of her. Though they were quite a bit taller, they seemed to have shrunk, shoulders caved inwards as their head hung downwards, as if making eye contact with her was the worst possible thing to do at that moment. “Fine.” Short, cold. Two words that rarely describe the blonde’s tone. They were all but begging to be left alone, for Spice not to pry and go off somewhere and forget about the state she had seen them in. “You don’t look it.”

So much tact, Marcia bit back the snide remark, being rude wouldn’t help this. They just wanted to be alone. “Thanks.” It came out forced, their voice cracking slightly, shoulders hunching in more when Spice leant into their personal space to look more carefully. “Have you been crying?” “Luxx isn’t here, there’s no point hanging around.” Deflecting, Marcia shrugged, about to slink back to their bed before Spice spoke up again. “Don’t ignore me, have you been crying?”

They stayed silent, sitting back on their bed with the door still wide open. Spice took a step inside, closing it quietly behind her before slowly walking to hover by Marcia’s side. “Can I touch you?” They only nodded, chest tight just at the thought of having to verbalise anything. Spice sat down next to them, wrapping her arms around their shoulders and pulling them into a tight squeeze, her grip loosened after a second, though refused to leave. Marcia tensed up at the contact at first, though relaxed into it when Spice’s hand wandered to gently stroke their hair. “I know that look, that feeling. It hurts and you don’t wanna talk about it cause that makes it more real, right?” A muffled hum of agreement came out of the blonde, burrowing their way into Spice’s shoulder as she kept her grip on them.

“Sometimes i get like that after class, everyone always knows what they’re talking about and sometimes it feels like whenever i breathe everyone’s attention is on me cause i’m the dumb one.” Marcia hummed again, leaning their head into Spice’s hand as she continued to talk.

“It sucks but I get it, I promise I’m not like them.” “I thought you were only nice to me cause I'm friends with Luxx.” Marcia finally spoke, the tightness of their chest receding as Spice continued, like she was talking to an old friend and not a friend of a friend who she’d never been alone with. “No? You’re nice! Of course I'd be nice back. I can’t be mean to pretty- uh- well you’re not a girl are you? Are you just Marcia? I know that’s what Luxx says, she’s just Luxx. Or are you a girl but not a girl, some people are like that-” Spice’s rambles got interrupted by a quiet interjection from Marcia “You can call me a girl if it’s easier.” “But do you want that?” “....no.” It took a lot out of them to say that, mulling over what they really did want. Sure the word girl getting used for them made their insides crawl and twist into a knot but they didn’t want to be a bother. “So what would you rather?” “I guess a person? I’m just a person. Just Marcia.” “Okay, I could never be rude to a pretty Marcia”

“You’re silly.” Marcia muttered, finally moving to look at Spice, taking in the soft smile on her face, the way her expression seemed so genuinely caring, the way she continued to squeeze them at any sign of distress. “I try.” She giggled, Marcia realised they’d never spoken for this long before, they never made her laugh before. Luxx’s obsession with Spice was becoming a lot more understandable the longer they talked. “I think you’re pretty too. You’ve got a kind heart under all that silliness.” Spice’s face shifted, her eyes widening as her pale complexion gave way to turning a similar shade as Marcia when they spent too long in the sun. Her eyes darted down, smiling nervously in a way that made her ever cuter.

“Do you want to talk about what’s bothering you?” Marcia hesitated, though the comfort they felt when next to spice broke down that barrier, the anxiety of letting their innermost worries be known. “I just, I think i’m too much. Like when I correct people. I know how I look, that I don’t say much when people use the wrong words. Or that I talk too much and I’m annoying. Or why can’t I know what people mean all the time, why does every conversation leave this nagging feeling that I’ve done something wrong even when someone’s made it clear I haven’t. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, what did I do to feel like this?” Marcia blinked, letting all their feelings tumble out without a second thought before processing and instantly turning into a river of apologies. “You didn't ask for all that you were just being nice I’m sorry-” “Don’t be. I asked. I wanted to know.” “Okay, I’m s-” “No. No you’re not. No being sorry for being sorry.” Spice interrupted a second time, her tone pointed enough to be serious but not enough for Marcia to think they did something wrong. “Okay I’m not sorry?” They hesitated, snickering slightly at how it sounded. “Exactly! Now you’re getting it!” There was the gleeful grin she always wore, Spice’s hands finally moved from Marcia’s shoulders, one travelling to wrap around their waist while the other came to squeeze their hand.

“If anyone ever makes you feel like that, just remember you’re not the only one. You’re not broken, we’re just different.” “I wish we weren’t. I wish I could be normal.” “I do too sometimes, but other times I’m glad to be the way I am. Other people are so boring, where is their passion? Their creativity? Plus it makes you hotter to be a bit silly. “You know that well?” “Of course, I’m the silliest, hottest girl in the city.” “I wish I had your confidence.” “Truthfully I just fake it, I’m nowhere near as confident when Sugar isn’t around. She’s the smarter one, I’m just the silly one who makes people laugh.” “I don’t think so, I think you’re great in your own ways. You can recognise feelings in people without them saying anything.” “I guess so, I don’t know why we don’t talk more, you’re cool Marshie!” Any calmness in their body quickly vanished as another knock came at the door, their whole body tensing with a nervous tremble. Spice’s eyes narrowed, squeezing their hand before making her way to the door.

“It’s okay, I'll handle it.” Luxx stared back, raising an eyebrow at the nervous looking Marcia and Spice staring back at them.

“Should I come back later?” Spice glanced back to Marcia, shrugging as they looked confused, then overwhelmed as the chatter from the hall came through the open door.

“I’m gonna say yeah, I don't think they’re doing good enough for more companies right now.” “Fair, I’m gonna go bother Mistress, bitch stole my straightener and hasn’t given it back.” “Ooh, tell her I said hi.” Luxx left after that, leaving Spice to silently pull the door shut and lock it once more, scooping the nervous Marcia back into her arms and letting them cry it out. Muffled sobs soaked through her shirt, though Spice chose not to say anything, holding them gently while their body shook with another pained whimper. The tears slowed after a while, though their head never left its place burrowed against her shoulder.

“It’s okay. I’m here. No one’s getting through me. I won’t let anyone see you like this. I promise.” “Thank you.” Marcia weakly mumbled, tightening their grip on Spice when her body shifted ever so slightly. As if any sudden movement could pull the one comfort they had in that moment away.

It didn't occur to either of them that this was the closest they had ever been, that some unknown tension had lifted the second Marcia opened up and Spice joined them. It was too much to think about in the moment, but Spice felt something change, her heart sunk at every cry the blonde let out and fluttered when they flashed a small smile whenever she’d try and lighten the mood with a bad pun.

“So, if I wanted to call you cute again, could I call you aww-cia?” “You’re so dumb.” “No, I’m Spice.”

Marcia rolled their eyes at that, though the fond smile on their lips dissolved any malice it could have had. Spice continued chattering every thought that came into her head to fill the silence, occasionally joined by the taller blonde though they preferred to sit and listen, feeling calmer the more she went on and on. Even if she jumped between topics every 30 seconds, there was something comforting about hearing Spice’s rambles.

“And then I asked if she was a porch or a bike person and-” Spice trailed off, curiously noting the lack of any real response from Marcia before she noticed their eyes having shut, still leant against her chest, their own body gently rising and falling with calm breaths.

Spice smiled to herself as she leant back to stretch out, allowing Marcia to stay in her arms as she did so. How did she never notice how cute they were before that day. Being close to them like this, she could get used to it.

#rpdr fanfiction #marcia marcia marcia #spicia #that's the ship name ig #spice/marcia #spice #callmespice

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juminsmysticmc · 2 years

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Hey!! Ilove your work sm ❤️ i hope you're doing great

Can I ask RFA reacting to MC getting Assassinated but survived??

Ignore this if you want because the topic is sensitive. Even if I still love your creativity in writing your fanfictions ilsym take care of yourselfff!!! ❤️❤️❤️

RFA x MC being involved in an assassination but surviving

Hello! First of all I want to clarify that I googled the definition for Assassination, this is what Google Says: Assassination is the murder of a prominent person or political figure by a surprise attack, usually for payment or political reasons

So, I hope everyone can enjoy this Fic, I also want to clarify that this is something written soly out of fiction, nothing is real and things may be exaggerated to make it seem more exciting so please, don’t hate this Fiction.

And to you, you lovely Anon, I bless you with the name ,,red ( heart ) anon’’ because of the whole red hearts and the bloody request. I hope you enjoy it :) BTW, this isn’t sensitive for me at all! Take care of yourself too!!

TW: Sensitive Content

Jumin

The day started well and it all went well until that evening at the company, celebrating the new success.

Jumin was standing a few feets away from you, next to you Assistant Kang, who you were talking with, and Jumin didn’t really want to know what you were telling her as her cheeks grew red.

He took his eyes off you for a single second before he heard screaming, shooting and groaning.

When he looked back, Assistant Kang was over you, her body shielding yours as blood was gushing out of one of you.

,,MC!!!’’ Jumin screamed loudly, but probably no one heard it as everyone was running and screaming across the big room.

More shooting was heard and the bodyguards around him were running around as way too many people were laying dead around him.

,,DOWN MR HAN!’’ someone screamed and covered him as more gunfire was heard and then everything was silent.

,,My wife! My wife is there! Get off me!’’ he hissed, trying to shake the person away who saved his life, trying to get to you.

Just now, he could see that you were losing blood.

He finally was able to approach you and pull you towards him. Jaehee was still over you when he gently laid Jaehee back, only noticing then that she was dead.

Jumin couldn’t even gulp at the sight of his best Assistant, dead over his wife.

Jumin checked your pulse and could feel your heart beating. The pulse was still there, but his trembling hands quickly pulled off Jaehee's lifeless body. She had protected you until the end .

,,Don’t make her death be in vain, Mc, stay with me,’’ he begged, trying to cover you with his jacket, his hand over your injury as he waited for help.

,,FUCK! Why didn’t you check all the guests?!’’ Zen screamed at the bloody man in front of him, crying upon hearing of the death of his biggest fan and the dangerous situation you were in.

Jumin stayed silent as Jihyun tried to pull the young man back.

,,I…I was a fool…I know,’’ he confessed, praying, this once praying to God, even though he wasn’t a believer, that you would survive.

,,She’s alive. Her wounds were deep, but Mrs Han was a fighter. An angel must have stayed by her side,’’ the doctor said as soon as he finished his prayer.

,,Jumin…she’s dead, isn’t she? I saw her in my dream, she’s dead… Jaehee saved me,’’ you cried as soon as you saw him, you in his arms as he finally could let his tears fall freely too…

Months later it was discovered that the assasination was planned and done by someone who got fired due to the success of C&R. The man later on killed himself too.

Jumin was and would be always thankful for Jaehee’s sacrifice and to honor her, his child, two years later, was named after her.

Zen

,,The first big fan meeting, I’m so excited,’’ you giggled, holding your boyfriend’s hand.

He was just as nervous as you and you could feel that due to his kind of sweaty hands.

He nodded as he entered the room, preparing little details before the fangirls were let in.

Of course one of them was Jaehee, who thanks to you, got her every VIP Ticket, although she wasn’ the first, but this was okay for her.

Time went on and finally it was her turn, but the atmosphere was totally different from the normal meetings she had with the two of you. It was visible that she was really really nervous too.

,,Thank you for supporting me until coming here,’’ he smiled, holding her hand, which was trembling.

You were assured and looked away from the both of you when you suddenly saw someone pointing a gun towards the three of you.

You acted rapidly, made Zen duck down, and pulled Jaehee below the table when the bullet met your back, making you scream in pain and shiver.

,,OH MY GOD NO!’’ Zen screamed when he saw you. He and Jaehee were hiding behind the table thanks to you and could pull you back just in time before another shot was heard.

The fans were screaming in fear and apparently some of them were shot and injured as even more gunfire was heard.

Zen however, even though it sounded awful in his mind, didn’t mind at all the other people and was just trying to get you to open your eyes, doing CPR on you and calling your name.

Zen was just about to give up when suddenly someone pulled up the tablecloth, making Jaehee shield both you and Zen.

Luckily, a guard and a paramedic quickly performed first aid on you, shoving Zen away from you.

It didn’t take long for Zen to look for the culprit, sprinting towards the woman who was held by the guard.

It was the first time Zen ever hit a woman and he never felt as good as now. “I swear, if you did kill her, I will make you regret being alive!’’ he screamed, before Jaehee pulled him away.

The ride to the hospital was awful. Zen was sobbing loudly as pictures of your lifeless body came back to his mind.

He was trembling like a leaf and no one, not even Jaehee’s support, could help him calm down.

Two of the worst weeks passed for Zen.

His unshaved face was glued on your bed and his cold hand was entangled in yours.

You were in a coma, alive but not waking up and Zen swore to himself, he would die next to you if it was needed.

He was just about to pull back to kiss you one last time before your finger twitched, making him hold his breath.

When he looked up, his hand still in yours, your eyes sleepily looked into his eyes. You were back.

Yoosung

,,I’m not comfortable in big crowds,’’ you confessed as Yoosung was holding your hand. He pulled you through the tables of the video games convention, absorbing every single detail.

The tables were decorated with stuff to sell, fan made pictures, figures, everything.

Yoosung smiled brightly as he looked around himself and enjoyed the sight of the cosplayers, making a mental note to ask one of them for a picture later.

But first of all, he needed very important merch from his lovely LOLOL.

,,Nothing can happen to you. The guards checked our belongings and no one would attack a convention. Besides, I will protect you with my life,’’ he told you, smiling brightly.

Well, he didn’t know how wrong he was.

Yoosung left you at the table in the food hall, just going out because a famous cosplayer was outside and made a live on Instagram saying that he would leave soon.

,,The food will be here any minute, but don’t worry and begin without me,’’ he assured you, kissed your cheek and left, making you sigh as you watched him walk away.

He was right. The food came a few moments later, but there wasn't a chance for you to get the first slice of pizza into your hands as screams made you shriek.

Loud screams of panic around you started and suddenly bullets were heard, almost giving you a heart attack upon hearing the loud sound.

You wanted to hide, go below the table, pray that the person who was shooting around wouldn’t kill you, meet your scared eyes, but you failed and before you could save yourself, a bullet hit you.

Your last thought was for him, Yoosung, to stay outside and not come in, having to be in such pain and in danger.

,,My wife is in the building!’’ Yoosung screamed at a security guard who was trying to hold him off.

Yoosung tried with all his might to make the man let go. His eyes turned darker and suddenly Yoosung really seemed to be stronger.

However, the man didn’t let go and until the assassin wasn’t caught, no one was actually allowed to go in.

Only when paramedics and police officers finally ran into the building, Yoosung was strong enough to punch the man who was holding him to run up into the building to check on him. The sight was horrific.

Yoosung screamed your name and ran towards you.

Everything was spilled on the floor. You were laying in your own blood and you were as pale as the clouds outside.

Yoosung tried to do some first aid on you, however, you didn’t wake up.

Your eyes didn’t open and Yoosung couldn’t feel a pulse.

The sight of you being alive was equal to zero.

Yoosung already thought of dying with you, hating himself for having brought you along, even though you said that you didn’t like crowds. He hated himself for leaving you on your own and he really took the knife to cut the pizza, ready to slice himself open, thinking that he couldn’t dare to live without you, losing again another person.

What he, however, didn’t expect was you grabbing his hand and groaning ,,Don’t you dare…are we Romeo and Juliet or what?’’ you asked him before you passed out again.

,,I can’t believe that a vet wasn’t able to feel the pulse, like, Bro, if you tend your animals like your wife, Korea won’t have any pets at this rate,’’ Zen teased Yoosung later in the hospital after your wounds were tended and the RFA came for a visit.

Jaehee

,,I am here for Mc. She was admitted to this hospital,’’ Jaehee said, out of breath as she arrived at the hospital in the middle of Seoul.

The nurse checked her out, her eyes going from bottom to top before she typed your name into her computer without saying anything.

Jaehee tapped with her feet, standing on one foot and then on the other one, waiting nervously for the nurse to give her an answer.

,,And who are you?’’ the nurse finally said before saying anything regarding your health.

Jaehee inhaled and tried to stay calm.

She often had odd things happen to her when she worked with Jumin. She often had to be confronted with not-so-easy situations, but this one was wracking.

,,I’m her partner. She was involved in an assasination attempt, is she okay?’’ Jaehee asked.

Her hands were placed on the table so that no one could see her trembling hands.

The nurse nodded and looked back down at her screen before she tried to find an answer for Jaehee.

,,She was injured quite badly when she arrived in the ER… someone is waiting for the legal guardian or partner to sign the papers, please follow me,’’ she said. Now the nurse herself was walking quickly. This meant for Jaehee that the situation was quite bad and indeed seemed like that.

As she entered the emergency room, a lot of people were laying on beds.

Some had already a blanket over their face, others were visibly in pain, and then there was you, pale as the blanket you were laying on and totally bloody.

Jaehee didn’t even have the time to take a look at you, take your hand, or anything else. As soon as she signed the papers, you were carried away and no one saw you anymore.

Jaehee kept thinking about you, the way you looked, the blood…the time you had waited for her…if she just came with you to the political meeting…would things have been different?

But before Jaehee could worry more about you and get desperate about your well-being, a doctor approached her with good news…

Saeyoung

,,Someone hacked into our System,’’ the red haired man breathed out as he said those words.

His twin brother was sitting next to him, trying to hack into their hacked system as Jumin stood behind the twins.

He was typing something into his phone and Saeyoung could only guess that Jumin demanded more guards and to get everyone safe and out of the place.

The issue was that the RFA was currently holding a party and used this to show the world what the prime minister was actually like.

This probably was an action done by the so hated politician from Saeyoung and he could only guess that worse was to come. He was right…

You, on the other hand, were still standing in the room, wanting to welcome your guests when you suddenly noticed that you were hacked.

,,Let’s just wait a bit longer,’’ you said and nodded to Yoosung, Zen, and Jaehee as you looked around.

Your guests were happily eating and standing around the buffet so no one actually noticed the chaos around you.

And while you were actually trying to figure out what your fiancé was doing, someone else who was actually invited to the RFA Party used his chance to make everything in your speech be deleted.

Such as attacking you from behind, trying to assassinate you and stab you with a knife.

You didn’t know how, but you somehow escaped the painful attack as Zen pulled you away before the knife could be shoved into you.

Jaehee didn’t even take a second to attack your attacker with her judo skills, throwing the man to the floor and making sure that he would stay put.

,,MC?!’’ Saeyoung hissed as soon as he arrived, seeing you sitting on a chair without losing any blood or any minor injury. He had the feeling that his heart rate was getting better.

,,I thought I lost you for a second,’’ he whispered in confession as he held your trembling hand.

,,But I survived…. I survived, Saeyoung.’’

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25.09.2022 // 13:57 MEST

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nonhumanhottie · 8 months

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The last jedi rewatch

Takes place right after the last movie that's right lmao

Poe Ilove you more than I can explain

I love that this movie starts with a prank call get wrecked Hux

Oh Paige I love you thank you for your sacrifice

Leia is so tired let her sleep

The fucking slapstick with Hux I cannot

'He's in Milhouse's mum's Jacuzzi suit' - my housemate about Finn

The 'Where's Han' cutting to Kylo stomping about ugh

I love when they give Rey funny lines

Luke out here living his worst life

This is why the Jedi did what they did--to look after lost children!!

Poe don't you ever grab Leia like that again

Poe and Finn are in love!!

Artoo just cussing his friend to filth

Holdo is so slay love her hair so gay

Rose is so cute and manic like shut up I love her

I love Maz calling Poe kiddo

Ughhh the force bond don't do this to me

They make Rey funnier in this and I love it

The reaching out scene is my favourite part of the movie

Canto Bight scene could have so much potential

I love the more artsy style of some of these shots

DJ!!! He's such a mess and I love him

The fathier scene is so messy but kill those rich assholes

The shirtless Kylo scene had my housemate screaming

How does Rey not drown she's never swum before lol

The way Rey suddenly flips and trusts Kylo ugh

It's a trauma bond

Rey don't defend him but also thought crimes aren't crimes so maybe Luke should have chatted with Ben

Yoda!!! He really said fuck around and find out

This scene is genuinely so beautiful and Yoda's final quote hits hard

Poe is going through it he has so many emotions bundled up

The coup!

I love their First Order disguises they look so good

Rose's hair is so cute omg

Phasma you're so slay!! I miss you queen

Oh Holdo you're so brave

Ugh hate when Hux slaps Finn

Chekov's lightsaber!!

I love how feral Rey and Kylo are when they fight

Rey thinks Kylo cares!! Girl he doesn't!

They had enough fuel for one more jump!!

Finn and Phasma fighting!!

The worst person you know just became the boss

Finn is adapting and growing!!

Rey!! She's so cute!!

The kiss is so awkward but I still love Rose

The forehead kiss though!! And the wink!! Go Luke!

No one but Kylo and Leia know Luke's power!!! They are finally seeing the legend

Poe!! He is learning! Leia is proud

Kylo is so bratty!!

The rock scene is so beautiful

'See you around kid' is so goated

Broom boy!! Why'd they leave the slave kids behind lmao

Anyway I had fun rewatching

One more to go...

#leshi star wars rewatch #star wars #star wars sequel trilogy #rey skywalker #finn star wars #poe dameron #luke skywalker #rose tico #kylo ren #general hux #captain phasma #yoda #admiral holdo #leshi speaks

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amaranthine-enihtnarama · 2 years

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Feel Alright (Goku x Reader)

(it’s going to be more fun than it sounds; manic pixie dream BOY; s3x; crushes; grief; hiding the past; friendships; jealousy; slow burn; “friends”, healing; growing; will-they-won’t-they; tension babyy)

Inspired by @sevenstarsinning ‘s “Sweat” 💙

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𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖘 (((𝖔(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)𝖔)))♡: part one : 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 / part two: 8 9 10 11 12 13 14

art on left from pinterest by @likelihood_art 🖤

When Bellatrix moves to the city after a personal tragedy under the wing of her friend Bulma, her life is completely turned around after she leaves everyone—including herself—stunned with the discovery of her own powers. Suddenly she finds herself swept up in a world of aliens, new bizarre planets and training, along with prospects of romance. One problem, though; she can’t leave the past behind to answer the new life that’s knocking at her door.

part two | back and back and back again

“So,” Bulma began, glancing back to Goku discreetly before meeting my eyes with a strange insatiable glimmer, “What do you think of Goku? Don’t lie.”

I cocked a brow. “Why do you care? Besides, the man is in earshot.”

She grinned. “So you do think something of him!”

I frowned, wincing a little in embarrassment at the volume of her voice.

“Yeah, I think he’s a terrifying food and alcohol vacuum.”

She nudged me, unaffected by my remark. “You know, he thinks you’re beautiful, Bels…”

“Pretty,” I firmly corrected. “And what are you trying to make happen, exactly? Do you think I’m equipped for anything remotely like a relationship after I finally got rid of…her?”

“Delilah, Bels. She’s not going to show up if you say her name out loud.”

I turned, glancing back to Goku, who was locked onto finding a restaurant. I grabbed Bulma’s arm and pulled her closer to me.

“She called me, Bulma. Why would she call me? How did she get my new number? What—“

Bulma stopped walking, holding my gaze seriously. She placed her hand on my wrist.

“Bellatrix, you’re safe with us. You need to breathe. I can get you another phone.”

I didn’t think to resist. “Yes.”

She nodded, smiling. She put a comforting arm around my shoulders, feeling my rigid tension.

“Bels, you’re good. You probably drunk called her, okay? You always drunk dial.”

I adjusted my glasses, nodding.

“Hey, what’s up guys,” Goku questioned behind us, “Are we eating here? I don’t see any food.”

I glanced to the side in confusion. “No, that’s a ceramics shop.”

He gave a mildly irritated expression. "Okay, well I'm starving, so can we find somewhere to eat?"

I gave him a dirty look. "What, my entire kitchen wasn't enough for you?"

He only laughed apologetically; I wasn't sure if he was trying to placate me with endearing behavior, but I was admittedly endeared. I dropped my look, glancing at the sidewalk.

"What do you want?"

"Whatever you want is fine with me," he quickly answered, smile blinding.

"Seriously, Goku will eat anything," Bulma affirmed.

I shrugged. "I, uh...you know the area, Bulma. You choose."

"Sure!"

I could only stare in shock. I could only look in helpless terror as Goku created a mountain of bowls, plates, pots, pans, cups, and glasses, and showed no signs of stopping as it grew and grew. I frequently glanced over to Bulma for some confirmation that this was really happening in front of me, in a public restaurant (and a fancy ass restaurant at that), and that this wasn't an elaborate prank being played on me.

"You're not hungry?"

I barely looked at Bulma in response. "Um, I'll get some…soup?"

"Okay. Excuse me, sir!"

Goku managed to stop eating for a moment, then let out a loud, blissful sigh, patting his stomach and smiling at me. Honestly, he looked so happy I wondered if I should’ve asked for something more specific—could food bring happiness? I awkwardly smiled back.

“Happy now, then?”

He laughed. “Yeah, definitely. I could use some water though…”

I signaled to a waitress who was eyeing the table nervously, giving a smile. “Excuse me, could we get a pitcher of water?”

***

It was like trying to escape quicksand, but eventually I was able to make it home and rest in my air-conditioned haven. I collapsed onto my bed, feeling my muscles and bones aching from physical exertion, and dragged myself up to my feet to turn the temperature lower. As a chill passed over my body and goosebumps rose on my skin, I let out a relieved sigh. Although I didn’t miss much from before this, I did miss the weather and the silence of the mountains. I pulled the blackout curtains back over the windows and turned on some soft jazz, taking stock of what I had to replace in the kitchen after Goku’s invasion. I let out an irritated sigh as I wrote down my fruit, all of the ingredients of my pre-made meals for the week (chicken, spinach, noodles, beef, carrots, potatoes, rice, etc…), and my favorite snacks and beverages. I let out a sigh as I felt fatigue tugging my body to the floor. So much work to replace this. Too much. Especially when I was so tired.

The floor had grown icy with the lowered temperature and it soothed my body completely. I welcomed a pleased smile to my lips and shut my eyes. I’d just lay here for a moment; it was so hot outside and I had a terrible headache and the more the cold seeped into my bones the better my body felt. If i could finally get a good night’s sleep, I wasn’t going to let it slip through my fingers.

Speaking of my fingers, I definitely needed to put some lotion on my hands, maybe I’d get up and…

***

“Isn’t this woman meant to be working for you?”

“It’s just an excuse to give her money until she’s in a place to support herself, blockhead,” Bulma shot at Vegeta, giving him a harsh look.

“If any underling of mine behaved this way—“

“Bel’s my best friend, not my underling. And she’s not herself right now—she’s…well she’s got a lot going on.”

“She sure is fucking disrespectful, she definitely has that going on!”

“Oh, Vegeta, get over it, she was drunk! Not to mention you are angry and short.”

Goku watched the two bicker thoughtfully, arms crossed over his chest, thinking of Bellatrix back at the party with that grave hollowness in her eyes and an eagerness to leave. It had been three days since the last time he’d seen her, practically melting despite the heat being only moderate and scowling politely while quickly retreating into her apartment. Although he didn’t know much about her, he figured good things didn’t exactly happen to her while she was alone.

“Gosh, anyways—I’m going to try calling her again.”

“She’s clearly ignoring you,” Vegeta chimed in, not finished with their latest argument of the day.

“No, something’s just up. And besides, she ignores everyone’s calls. Except mine.”

The two Saiyans watched as she stared up pointedly at the ceiling in impatience, tapping her foot anxiously and biting her lip, eyebrows knitted in concern. She cursed, tossing her phone away.

“Fucking voicemail immediately,” she muttered.

“Why don’t I go now,” Goku finally said. He could feel her impatience infecting him; this was all pointless when he could just go and see what was going on.

“No! No. Bels needs her space, especially if she’s having trouble, and extra-especially if it’s you knocking at the window.”

“I can use the door, then.”

“No, you’re still a stranger—and a stranger who cleared out her entire kitchen.”

“Well, there was still stuff left,” he lightly protested. “Like flour, and pepper, and oil…”

“Can’t he just go so I can get a break from his nonsense,” Vegeta grumbled, walking to sit on Bulma’s stool.

He let out a sigh. “Kakarot should go; If she’s dead then she’ll have no reason to be upset by a stranger.”

Bulma glared darkly at Vegeta, who smirked at her burning gaze.

“And, there’s no way I’m going.”

“It’ll just take a sec! I’ll pop in, see if she’s alright, then pop right back here.”

Bulma gave Goku a weary stare, to which he responded with an enthusiastic nod. She groaned.

“Ugh, fine, just…don’t try to do anything related to the plan, got it?”

“Mhm!”

He pressed his fingers to his forehead and disappeared. Vegeta gave Bulma a suspicious look.

“What plan? I don’t know anything about a plan.”

Bulma huffed, putting her phone away. “I don’t think I want to tell you, you’re too much of a loudmouth.”

“I am not a loudmouth!”

***

Goku knocked on the window again, sighing. “Hello…you there?”

He could sense her energy inside, and it was surprisingly strong, so she must’ve been ignoring him. Soft music bled through the glass. He waited a bit more, placing his hands on his hips, tapping his foot impatiently, then finally teleported inside.

It was freezing. Goku clutched onto himself, shivering violently the longer he was inside. Teeth chattering, he looked around in confusion. It was very dark and cold, and almost felt totally empty. He turned off the stereo, looking around curiously.

“He—Hello? Bellatrix?”

He shivered his way to her vacant bedroom, then bathroom, and then he checked her closet to see if she was hiding from him. After using her bed comforter as a blanket, he returned to the kitchen and found her next to the open pantry sleeping peacefully on the floor.

“Bellatrix,” he whispered, leaning down towards her.

She didn’t answer. Worry quickly replaced confusion, and he wrapped her in the comforter, took her over to the couch and turned up the thermostat.

“Hey, hey—you alright? You awake?”

She was still unresponsive, sunglasses askew on her face, a memory of drool on at the corner of her mouth, slumping over as Goku tried to keep her upright. He checked her hands and cheeks to see if she was frozen—but on the contrary, she felt completely normal, even warm. He checked her pulse; it was normal, so he sat her upright on the couch, took off her sunglasses, turned the thermostat up a bit more and waited quietly.

After about fifteen minutes when the temperature rose, Bellatrix started to stir. She took a sharp, deep inhale, groaned quietly, then opened her eyes.

“Hm.”

“Bellatrix—“

“Aah!”

She flew to her feet and the patio glass door slammed open and closed. Goku’s eyes darted between her and the door in alarm, then he smiled at her as she caught her breath, bracing herself on the coffee table.

“Oh…my fucking god…I almost died, what the fuck!”

“Sorry, Bulma sent me to check on you.”

She was still clutching her chest, collasping over the table dramatically, eyes shut.

“You gave me heart attack.”

He laughed. “No I didn’t.”

“Yes you did—I can feel it. I’m dying.”

“You probably just need a big glass of water,” he dismissed, getting up and going to the kitchen.

She sat up slowly, placing a hand on her forehead and swallowing. Goku placed a glass of water in front of her, slightly overflowing. She gulped it down instantaneously with taking a breath, then looked with displeasure was the water ring it left.

“Feel better?”

“Yeah, fine.”

She sighed, getting back up on the couch and looking away from him, then turning to him suddenly with annoyance.

“What—what the hell are you doing in my house again? Did you move in? Are you squatting here now?”

“You’ve been gone for three days, so Bulma finally let me check on you.”

She frowned. “Gone? What do you mean? Three days?”

“You haven’t come to Capsule Corp or answered her phone calls…”

He eyed her. “Is this the first time you woke up since we went to the restaurant?”

“What? No…no, I fell asleep, yeah, but then I was in…”

Her eyes went blank, and then dimmed with confusion.

“Oh, I um…I guess I’d been dreaming.”

She looked at him with an awkward smile. “So I guess I’ve been sleeping for the last three days then.”

“You were on the kitchen floor,” he said with some surprise, “And it was freezing in here!”

She nodded. “The beds were pretty hard back where I used to work. And the mountains are…pretty cold.”

Goku was disturbed by the thought. “I hate the cold.”

“I love it. It’s like I’m finally able to shut everything down when it’s cold enough.”

She got to her feet, and left Goku in the living room, remaking her bed. When she went back to the living room her stomach growled vengefully, immediately catching Goku’s attention.

“Are you hungry? You must be after sleeping for so long.”

“No, I…I’m good.”

She groaned, leaning against the doorframe with a frown.

“Okay, I’m not good. I could use some food.”

“I’ll take you to Bulma’s, she’ll have food.”

He came over, placed a hand on her shoulder and was about to press his fingers against his forehead but she stopped him.

“No! No. None of that; I swear that made my hangover worse.”

“Okay, we’ll fly then.”

She balked at the word. “Uh, flying?”

“Yeah, c’mon.”

Before she could protest, he scooped her up into his arms, opened the broken sliding door with his foot and then jumped off of the patio.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfu—“

Bellatrix bit back screams as she felt the sureness of the earth disappear from under her and her stomach shoot up into her throat. She wrapped her arms around Goku’s neck and squeezed desperately with a iron grip, whining softly, keeping her eyes shut, trying not to think of the world under her that she could splat right onto with a single wrong move. Goku heard the whining and turned his head slightly to look at her.

“Wait, are you scared of flying?”

“Yes,” she muttered weakly, “I hate heights…”

“Oh, then I’ll hurry up and—“

She dug her nails into his back as the wind picked up against them in protest with a low groan.

“No, no this is good,” she forced through a shut jaw.

Although he was worried, he couldn’t help but laugh a little. She held on tighter, pressing her face deeper into his neck without thinking.

“Okay, I’ll slow down.”

She grumbled. “Not funny.”

***

“Fine, I’ll tell you,” Bulma exclaimed, whirling around and glaring at Vegeta, who’d been tracking her around Capsule Corp for the last hour, “I’m trying to set them up!”

Vegeta stared at her in disbelief. “Set them up? What, you’re trying to have Kakarot mate with that mousy, gray, puny earth woman? Unbelievable!”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Bulma said firmly, then smirked, “I’ve been thinking of it ever since Bels finally broke up with that nutty stalker ex of hers. Goku’s perfect for her! They’re total opposites: she’s sardonic, keeps to herself—total nerd, and Goku’s a—“

“And Kakarot is an idiot.”

“That’s not what I was going to say and you know it.”

“It should’ve been,” Vegeta dismissed, “But even if he wasn’t an idiot, your earthling woman would be no match for a Saiyan, even a low level one like him. Saiyans choose strong mates—challenges. Your earth woman is just annoying.”

“You think everyone’s annoying. And you still have no idea what you’re talking about. Bellatrix is one of the strongest, bravest and most determined people I’ve ever known. Of course she’s strong, why else would I think of pairing her an Goku up? I’ve put a lot of thought into this: they both grew up isolated, they’re both hardheaded and care for their loved ones, they’re amazing at what they do, they’re both adventurous and make questionable choices—“

“Okay, okay, I’ve heard enough. You’re clearly insane.”

Bulma gasped in offense. “I am NOT—“

***

“You feeling any better?”

“Well I haven’t shit myself, so that’s a win.”

He laughed. “You’re so funny!”

My arms had grown tired after an hour and a half of slow flying, and my stomach had only begun to growl louder, which made me even more embarrassed than I already was clinging to him with my nails in his back. Unfortunately, I was paralyzed and couldn’t even try to change my position.

“You know, flying isn’t really that scary,” he said, “It’s pretty nice up here, actually.”

“Well, I prefer to stay earthbound.”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to go to other planets?”

I blushed a little from my gap in reasoning. “Going into space isn’t flying.”

“Uh…I’m pretty sure it is.”

“Okay, yeah, fine it is. But being in the sky isn’t the same as being in space.”

“How?”

I sighed, moving my face away from his neck and inhaling the fresh air. “I don’t feel safe up here, but up there, I would. It’s just always felt safe to me. Safer than here, at least.”

He hummed thoughtfully, and I could feel the vibration through his chest and upper back. I tensed a bit more, wishing desperately to be on the ground.

“Well, if you stick with us, you’ll be able to visit space soon enough.”

“Not to be rude, but how much longer until we’re at Bulma’s?”

“Probably about twenty more minutes.”

“Shit.”

“Well, you live kinda far and we’re going pretty slow…”

“This speed is fine,” I quickly said, my heart freezing at the thought of moving faster.

He laughed again. “You don’t have to be so scared! I’ve got you. I’m pretty strong you know.”

I gave an awkward chuckle. “Ahem, yeah…I gathered that from the bulging muscles.”

He seemed to like that comment, and laughed heartily. I felt his biceps press against my torso as he tightened his hold on me.

“I mean it though, you can relax. It’s a really nice view from up here.”

“There’s no way I’m opening my eyes. All I’ll think about is falling back to the ground.”

“Oh, come on!”

It was embarrassing to admit such a childish fear, but something in my mind was strangely at ease despite the terror that had stilled me. Even though Goku was a still a stranger at best, there was something about his gregarious nature that made it comfortable to look like a coward or a fool (probably because he was a fool himself). There was something sturdy and unshakeable about him, and although it was a lot, his sunny disposition simply put you at ease. Something deep within me was sure of this takeaway. Swallowing, I slowly released my death grip on his back and timidly questioned him.

“You got me?”

“Mhm!”

“Then…then let’s make a deal, alright?”

“Okay, what is it?”

“If I open my eyes, you have to join me on a visit to the mountains one day.”

“It’s freezing up there, though…”

“Yeah, that’s kinda the whole,” I took a breath, feeling my heart slamming in my chest, “Whew—the point.”

“Okay, deal.”

“Alright…alright I’m, uh, I’m opening my eyes…”

I blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the wind and the flood of light. The world was a blur of clouds and tiny buildings and I couldn't make heads or tails of it and it felt like my head was going to topple right off my neck and hurtle to the earth and everything was so goddamn bright--

"Hey, look at me."

My eyes were starting to focus better, and I couldn't break my gaze from the entire city below us. I could feel my hands tighten around Goku's shoulders, my back tense up, and I wasn't sure if I could breathe or not.

"Bellatrix--don't focus on the ground," Goku gently insisted, "You don't need to worry about the ground, focus on me."

The idea of staring this handsome man in the eyes while he cradled me in his arms made me want to take my chances with gravity, but I doubt I was strong enough to escape from his hold.

"Just look," he said, slowing down.

I let out a sharp, weak sigh, rolled my eyes, and then turned my head to face him. We were alarmingly close, but he smiled kindly, and we started flying again. The sky was painted by an incoming sunset and the orange light was glittering against his dark eyes, which darted between me and the city below.

"We're almost there," he said.

"Great. Awesome," I muttered.

The wind was dancing through his wild head of hair as he gave me a playful glance and started speeding up. I held on around his neck again, struggling to breathe with my nose so close to his face, and gave a light chuckle.

"See? It's not so bad."

He smelled surprisingly nice, although I had no reason to expect him to stink. I nudged his shoulder with my knee.

"Faster," I told him.

He obliged and flew higher, and butterflies filled my stomach at the sudden movement. An involuntary giggle left my lips, and Goku smiled, doing it again and again until I was laughing wildly with the wind beating against us as we bobbed and weaved up and down through the clouds, the golden sun shining against us, cheeks aching from our adrenaline-spiked smiles. I stared up at the sky in subdued wonder, reaching out for the clouds. Goku slowed down and moved closer to let my fingers pass through it. It didn't feel like anything other than air, but it still thrilled me.

"Feeling better," he asked.

I laughed a little. "I'm still fucking terrified, but at least it's a bit more fun."

***

"Well it took you long enough," Bulma reprimanded, rushing over to examine me, "Are you alright?"

I nodded serenely, still on a post-cloud high.

"I'm great."

"Oh god, have you been smoking all this time? I thought it was something serious--"

"As nice as that sounds, no. I was asleep."

Both Bulma and Vegeta gave me strange looks.

“For three days?”

I shrugged. “Probably withdrawals.”

“Withdrawals? What are those,” Vegeta questioned, eyeing me strangely.

“Medication withdrawals. My ex-girlfriend gave me these pills that her company made and I’m not taking them anymore.”

I scratched my head, yawning again and sitting down at Bulma’s desk.

“She medicated you,” Bulma remarked in disbelief, eyes wide.

“You know,” I gave her a look, “For my ‘eccentricities’.”

“You were never strange, Bels.”

Bulma’s expression was grave, but I was ready to move on from the tension in the room and get the Saiyans to stop staring at me.

“Anyways, yeah, extreme fatigue, low appetite, possible hallucinations, death of course, yada-yada; I’ll be fine. What’s up?”

“Well…I got your new phone for starters.”

Bulma handed me a box and I nodded in thanks. It was a flip phone like the ones I used to have before Delila gave me all of those fancy things.

I smiled. “Thanks.”

“I just needed to see you were, uh, alive.That’s all.”

I chuckled. “Yeah. Unfortunately, I’m probably not going to be dead for a while.”

I was the only one who found that funny—although Goku managed an awkward smile.

“Okay, this is awkward, so I think I’m just gonna—“

“Uh, no, no, let’s stay here,” Bulma quickly said, grabbing my arms and pulling me back into the room.

“She needs food,” Goku interjected behind me, “That’s why I brought her over.”

“Okay, let’s do that. C’mon.”

I felt Vegeta’s intense stare on my back as Bulma ushered me out of the room.

“Is the short one going to kill me,” I whispered to her.

“Don’t call him short again or he probably will,” she said with a smile.

Her smile put me at ease. I laughed, signaling for Goku to come along and following Bulma down the hall.

***

“Okay, Goku’s gone and she’s asleep,” Bulma said softly, slowly closing her office door behind her.

She turned to a frowning Vegeta, and let out a sigh.

“Well if you’re going to look like that the entire time, I don’t want your help after all.”

He scoffed. “I don’t look any different than I usually do. And I’m not helping anyone yet; I still believe that your earth woman is no match for a Saiyan of any kind.”

“People believe wrong things all the time, so I’ll allow that for now. But it’s too late to back out—now that you know, you’re a part of it. And don’t even think about saying a word to either of them.”

Vegeta grimaced at her intense stare, looking away. “I have no intention to meddle with something as moronic as this.”

“Great! I knew I could depend on you! So, I have this idea—“

“Wait, wait. I just said I wanted nothing to do with this.”

“Think of it this way: if Bels and Goku end up together, then you won’t have to annoyed by Goku ever again.”

Vegeta paused, gave it some thought, then grunted, walking.

“Alright, talk to me.”

Bulma squealed, then followed after. “Okay, so since Bels is clearly going to have to stay home while she gets off of those insane pills, I was thinking it was the perfect opportunity to get her and Goku familiar with each other. You know, one on one?”

“Are you implying sending Kakarot to do errands? Aren’t you supposed to be smart?”

“Fuck you, too,” Bulma shot back with mild offense, “But yes, I want to send Goku to her house to help look after her.”

Vegeta had a genuine look of concern. “This woman is your friend, right? You care for her wellbeing?”

“Vegeta, have a little faith! Goku’s not entirely hopeless, he can manage himself. And if there are mistakes or accidents, the better—those are perfect opportunities for romantic tension. A brush of the hand, a lingering gaze, getting just a little too close…”

Vegeta eyed her. “When was the last time you were touched?”

Bulma blushed and gave him an indignant look. “Shut up.”

“Why are you doing this anyway? They both seem perfectly happy on their own. If you’re just frustrated there are easier ways to solve that than playing matchmaker with innocent people.”

“Do you really think I could be this gorgeous and wealthy and not have dozens of men on speed dial? I’m very satisfied, thank you very much. This has nothing to do with my libido at all.”

Bulma flipped her hair with an air of self satisfaction that seemed to irk Vegeta deeply. He grumbled to himself and rolled his eyes.

“No, this is about Bellatrix.”

Bulma stopped walking, glanced around, then looked at Vegeta seriously. He tensed up from the sobering glimmer in her eyes.

“That woman has been through awful shit, and I’m tired of watching her end up spiraling and suffering alone. I want her to lighten up, have some fun, do dumb stuff. I want to see her alive again amd it’s something she can’t do on her own. And, let’s be honest, Goku needs someone with a good head on their shoulders, and Bellatrix is just the right balance of bossy and indifferent to be able to deal with him without losing it—bless ChiChi’s heart—they’re well suited for each other.”

“So you want to give your friend an emotional support animal and Goku a chaperone?”

Bulma paused, gave it some thought, then shrugged.

“Yeah. Walk with me, will you?”

Vegeta begrudgingly followed her as they went into the elevator.

“So, Bels is a tough nut to crack, but with enough consistent pressure, we should be able to break that outer shell so they can actually get close. She’s very introverted, though, and super independent so that’s what makes this whole withdrawal thing so valuable.”

“I think another wrench in your strange little plan is Goku,” Vegeta interjected, “He’s one of the most dense people I’ve ever met in my entire life, and not just emotionally.”

“Okay, give him a break, he’s not that dumb. And besides, Goku already likes her.”

Vegeta’s eyes widened incredulously as the elevator stopped and opened.

“He does?”

“He thinks she’s beautiful,” she reported proudly, a smile beaming on her face, “And Bels was being cryptic when I asked when she thought of him, so there’s definitely something to build on.”

“You have got to be one of the most calculated earthlings I’ve ever met,” Vegeta remarked.

Bulma took the compliment pridefully. “Why, thank you.”

***

Days passed as I recovered from my withdrawals in Capsule Corp until the watchful eye of a couple medics and, once again, Goku, who kept bringing me books from my house to read, my favorite blanket, my favorite ice cream flavor (salted caramel, which I begrudgingly shared with him), and so many more things that screamed Bulma, Bulma, Bulma’s up to something!

Whatever Bulma’s scheme, Goku seemed to not know much of it—there was a simplicity about his body language and attitude that told me he had no ulterior motives aside from bringing me things I’d like to cheer me up, which was pleasant. Though he was only an acquaintance so far, a friend of a friend, his kindness and familiarity felt like I’d been his one of his dearest loved ones for years. Usually I wouldn’t care for it, but from him it made being bedridden with chills and migraines better. He was just that pleasant of a guy.

“Hey, back again so soon?”

Feigning surprise was part of our little ritual now. He beamed, taking his seat next to the bed.

“Vegeta doesn’t want to train again, so I figured I’d come hang out with you.”

“Wow, sloppy seconds, huh?”

He laughed, and I smiled before letting out a yawn.

“Are you feeling better?”

“Mm, sure,” I said with a shrug, “I’m still living off of soup and ice cream, but I’m sure I’ll manage to keep some solid food down soon.”

“Think you’re up for that walk today?”

I’d been aspiring to get out of bed and back on my feet the moment I puked up the feast Bulma fed me and woke up in the medical ward. Unfortunately, my body didn’t share my zeal.

I sighed. “Nah, probably not.”

“We’ll try for tomorrow, then,” he said, sitting back in the chair and clasping his hands.

I watched as his eyes wandered around the room and he twiddled his thumbs and tapped his foot. I chuckled.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were bored by looking after your sickly pal over here.”

I pointed a thumb towards me, and Goku’s eyes widened in embarrassment.

“No—I’m not, really, I just feel restless with training for so long.”

I shrugged. “Why don’t you do some push-ups or something? As long as you crack a window, I don’t mind.”

“Yeah, I guess…what was my record last time?”

“Mm, twenty-four thousand and one.”

“Might as well do twenty-five!”

I smiled. “Knock yourself out.”

“You’ll keep count, right?”

“Mhm.”

He went to the ground and started going at an incredibly fast pace.

“One, two, three, four, five—six—seven—“

I picked up a book from the nightstand as I counted, leafing through it casually.

A couple hours passed and Goku met his goal happily. He came over and gave me a hi-five before taking his seat next to me again, a light sheen on sweat on his face.

“Better now,” I asked, pushing myself up.

“Yeah, I think so.”

I turned the TV on, sighing as I flitted through the channels.

“By the way, I was wondering why you were on medication? You seem fine enough to me.”

I chuckled. “Really? You’ve known me long enough now, you think I’m fine?”

I gestured to the bed. He shrugged.

“Your energy’s really strong,” he said, “I can sense you all the time, and it gets stronger every time I come here.”

“Right, your superpowers,” I said with a nod, “Well, you might want to let my parents, the mountain of doctors, psychiatrists and therapists I have seen, and my ex know.”

He gave me a quizzical look. I sighed, waving my hands dismissively.

“It’s been decided for a while that while I am intelligent, I’m ultimately nuts and can’t function without supervision. I have an ‘unnatural mind’, but people can’t seem to decide if it’s in either a good or bad way.”

He gave it some thought, then shrugged. “You seen fine to me.”

I smiled, looking at him. “You’re a funny guy, Goku.”

He looked at me with concern. “In a bad way?”

“No, it’s nice.”

I sat back, adjusting my pillows. “Nice to have someone agree.”

He smiled, then furrowed his eyebrows. “What’s an ex?”

“You don’t know what an ex is?”

“Not really.”

“Oh, well…it’s someone who you used to be very close to that you aren’t with anymore.”

“Like a girlfriend?”

“Yeah, like that.”

“Oh, I have one of those,” he said, seeming pleased by the thought of us sharing something, “Her name’s Chi Chi. I met her when I was a kid.”

I eyed him, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, childhood romance?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, I guess. She’s really nice and great at cooking.”

I was amused by his praises. “Wow, you really got to know her, didn’t you?”

An embarrassed flush came to his cheeks. “I was training a lot. And then there was King Piccolo and Frieza…”

“Okay, well, having to save the world is fair.”

“She had me promise to marry her when we first met, but after a year she changed her mind.”

He gave an awkward laugh, rubbing the back of his head. I tilted my head, observing him.

“You liked her a lot, huh?”

He froze, looking at me in astonishment as his blush grew. I smiled.

“Sometimes we like people a lot, but they just don’t end up being the one. They’re just too different; want different stuff. It sucks, but we manage. You’ll find someone who can keep up with your way of life. I mean, who wouldn’t want their own personal superhero?”

Goku only kept staring, and I felt uncomfortable under his gaze. I went back to the TV, switching channels.

“How did you know all of that?”

My face grew warm as I met his eyes. “I know a lot of stuff. Apparently too much. Hence, the meds.”

I was nervous that he would be put off, but I realized he was more amazed than disturbed. Some of the knots that had formed in our silence loosened, and, bolstered by his expression, I talked more.

“When I was a kid, I could know things all the time. It was like other people’s thoughts were poured directly into my head—I could feel their feelings, remember their pasts and get glimpses of their future.”

“Wow, that’s awesome,” Goku remarked, smiling.

“Yeah, I thought so too. But no one believed me.”

I sighed, looking up at the ceiling fan. “Honestly, I don’t think I believe myself either at this point.”

“You read me pretty well,” he offered.

I snorted. “Goku, anyone with a pair of eyes and half a brain could tell what’s going on inside your head. You’re a total open book.”

He smiled. “I don’t know, Bulma said you were pretty dense.”

My ears perked up at Bulma’s name. “Dense? What do you mean?”

His face immediately fell with the guilt of someone who’s said too much. I narrowed my eyes.

“What’s Bulma trying to do?”

He rose his hands in surrender. “I don’t know, honest!”

“You’re lying.”

“Okay, I’m lying, but she said I had to keep it a secret.”

I frowned. “Secret? Why would she need to do that?”

He shrugged. I thought it over in confusion. We don’t keep secrets.

“Hey, what about your ex?”

I blinked, looking at Goku vacantly in response to his obvious attempt to change the subject.

“Huh?”

“Your ex that you and Bulma keep mentioning. She really doesn’t like her.”

I smiled grimly. “Yeah, I don’t think many people who know my ex well like her.”

He leaned towards me, eyes carrying a curious glint. “But you liked her, right?”

“At first, yeah. Then it became less about liking, and more about obeying. Word of advice: if you ever get a job, don’t date your boss, not matter how charming or charismatic or kind they seem to be.”

I gave him a wry look. “Or how hot they are.”

The moment I saw the confusion about to build on his face, I went into clarifying.

“Hot can mean the same thing as, uh…pretty.”

The word summoned a shift in the air around us. I looked down at my hands at the sight of his gaze changing, eyes alight as they were the night of Bulma’s party.

“What’s the difference?”

I hesitated, briefly looking over at him and sitting up. I cleared my throat.

“Well, pretty is more like beautiful, and hot is more like sexy.”

That seemed to click for him (of course he knew what sexy meant).

“Mm, okay.”

“Yeah.”

It wasn’t like Goku was throwing signs that he was seconds away from getting into my pants if given the opportunity, but his upfront flirtation the first night we met was hard to clear from my mind, partly because yes, admittedly, I did find him pretty too. He was handsome, athletic, friendly, and great company. But we were still barely acquaintances, and this was creating an awkward forcefield around anything regarding attraction for me.

He didn’t bring it up again though, so it would be plausible that he’d forgotten if it weren’t for his reactions when it was alluded to. His eyes would sharpen in a way I can’t explain well; they’d pinpoint on me and scan all of my features for something that was a mystery to me. The dark color of his eyes suddenly seemed heavy, and it only gave me the options to be sucked into them helplessly or to avoid them completely until the moment passed and we could go back to normal.

“So, were you and your ex too different like me and Chi Chi?”

I broke out of my thoughts, chuckling. “Yeah, except she found that unacceptable. She wanted me to change everything about myself to be up to her standards. Normal people would just break up, but…not her. Instead of a sign, she thought of it as a challenge.”

I grabbed the juice box from the tray above my lap, sipping the rest aggressively. I set it back down firmly.

“Everything was a challenge to her. And it was always my fault.”

“She made you unhappy, then?”

I hesitated to speak rashly.

“Yeah,” I said quietly, “Very unhappy.”

To my shock, he suddenly placed his hand on mine. I almost jerked away, but I just jumped a little. His hands were rough, calloused but warm. They felt gentle. I looked at him in uncertainty.

“You’ll find someone who’ll make you happy.”

He smiled. “Very happy.”

His smile was so nice, it only made me more nervous. “What makes you so sure?”

He thought about it, putting his hand back in his lap. Thank god.

“Well, good things happen to good people.”

I smirked. “That’s a bold assumption. You don’t know if I’m a good person or not.”

It wasn’t even a question to him. He just kept smiling at me, his dark eyes shining gently.

“Yeah, I do.”

The silence after his words was heavy as I stared at him, hand grazing the other one he touched, a flush in my cheeks. He just kept holding my stare, seeming perfectly content staring into my eyes forever. Heart leaping in my chest, I sat up, looking away.

“Hey, why don’t you show me that thing you were talking about? The Kamehameha?”

“I can’t do that in here,” he said with a laugh that told me he definitely had before.

“Then let’s go somewhere we can.”

With a light huff, I turned until my legs dangled over the side of the bed.

“Just let me put some pants on.”

“Wait, wait, are you okay enough for that?”

I was already dragging myself over to my clothes in a neatly folded pile on a chair in h the corner.

“Eh, it’s not like I’ll be walking.”

I let out a tired sigh, slouching.

“Pass me those sweatpants, will you?”

“Yeah, here.”

“Thanks. Would you mind turning around?”

He turned to face the door, and I wrangled my tired body into a position to slide the sweats on. I had to get a drink of water after, but I was better than I seemed.

“You sure you’re up for flying?”

I laughed. “Honestly, I’m so out of it right now I’ll probably be better than before. Just pick me up before I—oh, there they go—“

Goku quickly caught me as my legs gave, and scooped me up, looking at me skeptically, eyebrow quirked in suspicion.

“Lack of use,” I explained with a convincing smile, “Let’s just go. I’m bored out of my mind in here.”

He didn’t look convinced, but he was already going over to the window.

“Okay, but I’m going slow.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck timidly as he jumped from the window and cruised up into the sky. Partly from fear and tiredness, I shut my eyes and leaned my head onto him. He laughed.

“You’re not already folding again, are you?”

I grumbled. “I’m just sleepy. The breeze doesn’t help.”

“Sure, that’s it,” he teased.

I rose my eyebrows. “Did you just use sarcasm?”

***

“What do you mean they’re gone,” Bulma questioned in disbelief, “Bels is so out of it; where on earth could they have gone for so long?”

“I’m sorry—“

“No, no, it’s fine, you had your lunch break, I get it.”

The nurse nodded, but was more apologizing to the dark eyed Saiyan that was glaring daggers at him.

Bulma waved her hand with a nod. “You can go on and head out, we’ll handle this.”

The nurse gave a brief polite goodbye, but rushed away eagerly from Vegeta’s imposing stare.

“Useless human,” he muttered under his breath, turning to Bulma, “Well, this isn’t very convenient, is it?”

“Are you kidding? This is amazing!”

Vegeta squinted at her in confusion. “Huh? I thought you wanted to keep an eye on them—“

“They’re out, together, alone, adventuring or whatever, this is perfect! Bels is obviously warming up to Goku faster than I thought, maybe we can turn up the heat a bit…”

Bulma signaled for Vegeta to follow her as she began to immerse herself in her thoughts. With a slight glare, he did.

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