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yongislong · 1 year

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tiktok prank 2 + 127.

genre: nonidol!127 reacting to you not saying i love you back hehe, fluff, angst maybe? domestic, established relationships. nonidol!127

note: hiii tysm for requesting anon! i hope this lives up to your expectations haha, i had a hard time writing this and tbh im not really happy with it :(, lmk what you all think though! reqs are open! not proofread haha

taeil... says it before he leaves for his night shift. you just reply with a simple "okay darling, be safe!" and he freezes. not down For The Games. stomps back to you crossing his arms, tapping his foot, while unknowingly pouting. you play with him even more by asking him if he forgot anything. he loses it. he catches on that you're messing with him as you try to bite your cheeks to hold in your smile but still plays along bc he thinks this prank is lame regardless!! "YA! I COULD ASK YOU THE SAME QUESTION!"

johnny... makes his signature confused face after you hang up the phone with a simple "bye babe!" ponders. is sitting in bed replaying every single sentence he contributed during that conversation lol. takes it upon himself to face time you and ask you if maybe, possibly, by chance... you are mad about something. you can't help but laugh and he hangs up. you send him a tiktok of someone doing the same thing and he sends you back a screenshot with your contact name being changed to "pathological liar" with a picture of the joker... thinks its peak comedy

taeyong... pouts. if you don't say you love him back as soon as he pats your head to grab something from the vending machine next to the library, he's so lost. im sorry he's so babygirl i feel like he would actually get so confused. he's the only one who has a public tiktok account and tbh, i feel like he would be addicted to it as a uni student so you really don't think it's gonna work but his overthinking lead to not being able to form valid thoughts lol. immediately sits back down and pulls your chair up to his knees and traps you until you say it back or tell him why you never said it, intense eye contact lol.

yuta... i feel like people would peg him as being annoyed or even borderline mean but i feel like he would be so worried. just expected you to say it after he shouted it before closing the front door behind him and it takes him half a second before he's back inside trying to look for you and asking you whats wrong. you feel so bad LMAO. "you know you can tell me anything right, like literally anything, and it doesn't have to be right know you know, just-!" yeah you kiss him to shut him up. you lie and pretend you didn't hear him because you cannot bare to tell him it was a prank lol :(

doyoung... IM ON MY POUTY DOIE AGENDA idc yes he's grown but i feel like he would absolutely be like "hmmhph???" whiny. "say it baaaackkkkuuhhhghh!!!" you love to mess with him though so you pretend you have no idea what he's talking about. literally shakes it out of you. like grabs your shoulders and squeezes and hugs and twists and lifts and shakes you LMAOOO. if you're both laying down he would start being so annoying and trying to push you off him. he's back to normal once you say it back. he sees the prank a week later online and he sends you the link followed by many frowny emojis

jaehyun... not playing these games fr LMAO. like i've said before i think he's more like... frat boy ish however i think he would really care about whoever he's with, so like yuta, i think he'd be more worried about why you didn't say i love you back after he did before bed, than anything else. he sits up and asks if he did something today that upset you, but you tell him it was a prank. says its an evil prank and demands you delete tiktok immediately lol. i think he would be out of touch with the internet PFT so he's more lost than annoyed or pouty yknow? doesn't get the prank PFTT he's like "that's so mean :("

jungwoo... SOO ANNOYED. 127 said he's actually really manly when he's not on camera but i feel like he'd have a soft spot for you regardless. would be sooo confused before it turns into annoyance. keeps following you around like a puppy and whenever you look at him he gives you the most sassy facial expressions ever. like full nine yards with the eye roll, scoff, crossing his arms, etc. "helloo???" won't stop following you. lives for the silent treatment tbh. it eventually gets too much when you call for toilet paper from your shared bathroom and he ignores you LMAO. says it was a stupid prank and to not do it again but he's smiling and boops your nose while he says it

mark... oh my god please. he's such a gen z, yet he's always a month behind every trend so this completely went over his head. like yuta and jae, is just wondering if he did something wrong. can't live with himself until he gets to the bottom of it. he says it to you over the phone and when you hang up after saying "me too!" he wonders why you didn't actually say i love you. needless to say he walks across campus all the way to your dorms and shows up at your door, scratching the back of his neck asking shyly why you didn't say it back. you play dumb and pretend to not know what it is lol. you admit its a prank after you see him getting flustered and stuttering PFT. you both stay up watching a ton of tiktoks of people doing the trend, he has a lot of opinions on other peoples relationships LMAOO

haechan... please don't ever try and do this to him. he's going to go to the ends of the earth to annoy you. after you don't say it, he gives you that cocky smirk and head tilt while laughing like a mobster LOL. will say it until you say it back, doesn't matter how long it takes. knows its a prank but doesn't care because, to be honest has been waiting for you to try this on him just so he has the excuse to be clingy and follow you around the apartment. and oh boy, he does not let you go until you say it back. tickles it out of you. says the only way to be able to forgive you is to watch disney's hercules together while cuddling

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sugamamacustard · 3 years

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Feed Me

Pairing: Alpha! Keiji Akaashi X Omega! Reader, Alpha! Wakatoshi Ushijima x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Rintaro Suna x Omega! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Request: Ooooo what about when Alphas 🐘 ( maybe akaashi, ushijima, rin and kuroo) find out that their omega has not been eating enough like (their only eating little things like granola bars or fruit) so their upset that they had to find out through someone else and they scold them for that but then their told that they have gain some weight and that gets them even more upset because they think their perfect etc.

Summary: Some times, people do things because it’s what they think is best. You don’t tell your alpha about some weight gain you’ve noticed, and try taking care of it yourself because of this.

Author’s Note: Hey, you. Yeah you. The beautiful person reading this? You are perfect. You are worth it. Your feelings are valid and you shouldn’t feel bad about having them. You are so amazing, and even if I don’t know you, I am so proud of you. You are so strong for making it so far. Keep going. Never change. :) Also your nice comments? Literally my dose of serotonin

did I mention my OC one or twice? Yes. Am I sorry? No. Also, idk if anyone is curious, but Yuka doesn't actually go to Shiritorizawa but whatever.

Requests: Closed!

Buy me a coffee?

Trigger Warning: Mentions of (Semi?) Starvation.

Keiji Akaashi

➵Now, Keiji is pretty on top of omega and significant other care.

➵ Like, weirdly so. It's honestly kind of creepy?

➵ In an endearing way.

➵ He always says 'Bokuto-Kun prepared me in a way.'

➵ Honestly, he loves doing this for you too!

➵He loves caring for you so much.

➵ Like I firmly believe Akaashi's love language is acts of service.

➵ So things like bringing you food, leaving sweet notes in your locker, helping you with your homework.

➵ He lives for doing these things.

➵ Especially feeding you snacks and things.

➵ It made his inner alpha purr because that meant he was caring for you. Providing for you.

➵ Being the very thing that made him worthy of an alpha.

➵ Prove that he could continue being the alpha you needed and wanted.

➵ Unfortunately, there were downsides.

➵ Your hips had the beginnings of small love handles, a little more chub on you tummy, thighs a little squishier.

➵ Let's not lie, Keiji absolutely adored this, by the way.

➵ I also think one of his biggest kinks is praise

➵ He makes sure you know how loved and how perfect you are.

➵ It's sometimes hard to believe him though.

___

"Y/N?"

You hummed an acknowledgment at Keiji's call, typing the final words to your essay before turning to look at your beautiful alpha- Sometimes you questioned how you hooked him. His gorgeous emerald eyes shining with love and adoration.

"I'm gonna go run and pick up some supper, what would you like beloved?" He came up to squeeze and massage your shoulders, leaning down as he pressed a small peck to your temple, your purr a sweet melody to his ears.

You swallowed behind your purr, trying to hide the small panic in your eyes. Your mind instantly flashed to your reflection this morning, how you pinched your hips with a frown. You already had been slowing down on the snacks, and fast food made you shiver.

"I-I'm okay for now, Keiji. Thank you though." You smiled, nonetheless, holding Keiji's cheek in your hand. He quirked a brow, frowning slightly before nodding lowly. Another peck was pressed to your cheek before he left, ordering your favorite from the diner he took you to for your first date.

"Beloved, I'm back." Keiji called, once more tearing you away from your essay; you were always thankful for the distraction though. He set down the take out bag, taking out the top box and handing it to you before shrugging off his jacket.

"Keiji? I said I was okay-"

"I didn't believe you. Now come on, you need to take a break and I'm touch starved." The raven didn't even look behind at you before pulling out his own box, dragging your rolley-chair to the bed. He pulled his sweater over his head, handing that to you as well before giving you a sweet peck.

His eyes locked with yours. Your breath hitched. So many silent words swam in his eyes, asking you, demanding you, to tell you what was wrong.

"I just- I've gained a little weight lately and-"

"And? My love, you are just as gorgeous as the day I met you. Nothing is wrong with a little weight, even if I think you're foolish to think you've gained weight. Never think otherwise. Even if you do, let me know, my job as your alpha and boyfriend is to make sure you feel as good as possible no matter what."

He slipped the sweater over your head, rehanding you your meal that he took from you momentarily, running a hand through your hair.

"Your my beautiful omega. Nothing should keep you from your happiness."

Wakatoshi Ushijima

➵Unlike Akaashi, Wakatoshi is little more...Hesitant (In a way) when it comes to omegan care.

➵ He never really learned how to? Ya know?

➵ Both his parents were alphas, and he was never around omegas consistently enough to learn.

➵and it's not like you were a volleyball that he could use the same techniques to up-keep.

➵ He also couldn't ask his team.

➵ Well, he could, but only one other person on his team had an omega. (It was Satori and his advice, though helpful, could only go so far.)

➵ He was doing good though, especially with you holding his hand through the entire thing.

➵ The first time he noticed something was up was when you didn't show up to lunch-- texting him a picture of you in the library, tongue poking out as you held up a peace sign to assure him you were okay.

➵ When he brought it up to Satori, who had his own omega (A small, but fiery brunette named Yuka) leaning on his side as she played some sort of phone game on his phone (Mama's slusheria? He thinks?) .

➵He explained he didn't know what was going on with you while Satori listened with a hum before giving him a sad smile. "Sorry I can't help you further Ushi-waka, but as you can see-" He slid his unfinished lunch towards Yuka, who popped one of the Dango skewers into her mouth without looking up. "I'm not very familiar with the problem."

➵ He offered his help as much as he could nonetheless.

➵ He slowly began to pick up on smaller things, locking them in his steel trap.

➵ Like a good boy :)

➵ He put hours of research into omegas after this (not that he hadn't previously). Keeping strenuous notes beside him.

➵ They were colorful and highlighted :)

➵ And he followed the advice that 'Mommy Luna-boo' posted on the blog he found like a goddamn Mantra. ('Sometimes Omegas need a little more love! Their bodies, especially during high school years, will change a lot! They may feel a little down! As an alpha, make sure you remind them how beautiful they are!')

➵She was mother Theresa and he was her follower.

➵ Well after he followed you.

➵and after he made sure you were feeling better

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"Omega?"

"Toshi."

Walking into your dorm room, Wakatoshi set down a small bag filled with goodies. He set it down on your bed as he sat down as well, watching you carefully.

When you gave him a small smile with a quirked brow, he took a deep breath, remembering everything Tendou had coached him through.

"Have you been eating enough lately?"

You sucked your tongue at the question, shuffling your shoulders. Truth be told you had been missing out on a few lunches after noting a few extra pounds you hadn't noticed earlier. You never meant to worry him, that was never your intention, but it seemed the world was working against you. You had no clue where to go from here. If you told him the truth that would do nothing but worry him, but lying was never good in any form of relationship.

Your hesitance to tell him was more than enough though, as his larger lands encased your own, holding them tightly.

"Why?" His tone wasn't accusatory nor was it angry in the slightest. Genuine curious if anything. If he could get to the bottom of the root of the problem, he could prevent it from happening in the future. Right?

"I- I just...Noticed a few extra pounds and-"

"That's it?"

You looked up to him with a tilted head, like a lost puppy. "What do you mean that's it?"

Pulling you closer, Wakatoshi effortlessly pulled you onto his lap, using one hand to dig through the bag beside him while the other wrapped around your hips. He pulled out a few of your favorite snacks laying them out in front of you.

"That's, in my opinion, a silly thing to worry about. If you feel that's a big problem, I can offer my services to you in any way you wish-- whether it be support or as help, it is my job to be there for you." He nuzzled your scent gland, voice rumbling against your shoulders.

You purred in response, leaning back onto your alpha.

Rintaro Suna

➵ Suna is a lot like Akaashi in the sense that he has incredible observational skills as an alpha.

➵ His eyes are like sniper scopes.

➵ The minute something is wrong, he's on it.

➵ Like he looks aloof but he's not.

➵ He had notes.

➵ So hiding something from him is not easy at all.

➵ But you two most likely ended up together because you gave him a run for his money.

➵ You made him work at being an alpha.

➵ And he loved you for that.

➵ It did come back to bite him in the ass though.

➵ The only reason he heard about this was because the betas at Inarizaki were loud mouths.

➵ Honestly he learned so much tea from them.

➵ Like this third year was sleeping with a first year because she planned on baby trapping him and-

➵ It was wild.

➵Though most times it was nothing more than a source of entertainment for you and him to laugh about.

➵This time the gossip was actually useful.

➵ He wasn't thrilled they were talking about you, but provided some very useful information.

➵ And he was set into action.

➵ typing a few things onto his phone he set out to find you.

___

"Rin, I said I'm not hungry-"

"I know and I'm making the executive decision to ignore you."

He squinted his eyes at the carefully written instructions in front of him, sending a silent thanks to Atsumu's mate Haruka. (;)) She had written a step by step instruction sheet to making Onigiri while also dropping off all the ingredients (Pre-prepped). The only reason she didn't make it was because Suna's alpha, no matter how much he trusted her, wouldn't have let it near you.

"Rintato-"

"Look, Y/N. I love you, you know that. You know a lot of things, you're my smart little omega. So you must also know this isn't good, right?" Sliding a plate of, albeit mediocre, onigiri towards you, Rintaro focused his gaze on you.

"You know this, eh?"

You swallowed before grabbing one of the triangles, nibbling on the top in an attempt to appease your alpha. His sharp gaze still focused on you, making you shiver as he rounded around the counter. He turned you around so you were facing him, his hands holding your hips.

"You know this."

You wilted under his expectant gaze, knowing what he wanted from you. "I know this."

He smirked, leaning to take bite from your snack, licking his lips as he did. "Good omega."

"Rintaro that's mine!"

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astro-rain · 3 years

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delicate; b.barnes

chapter eight - “hovel, sweet hovel”

delicate masterlist

word count: 2k

synopsis: bucky and y/n arrive the shelter and take a look at what it has to offer.

pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

[A/N]: what would you like to see happen next? let me know! (p.s. this is what i pictured the shelter/hovel to look like)

"I think this is it," Bucky said, looking forward at the structure in front of them.

"That's the 'shelter?'" Y/N huffed, hopelessly annoyed.

They had been walking and jogging on and off for forty-five minutes straight. Her feet killed.

"We're... gonna die."

"We are not gonna die, Y/N."

"Look at it! That is a hovel!"

"Well, inside's better than outside," Bucky retorted. "At least no one will see us if we're in there. It looks abandoned, they'll assume it actually is.”

She sighed and followed behind Bucky into the shelter. It was a one story stone structure that looked so old and weathered. It... looked like a shed. An old ass stone shed. She briefly wondered if Wakanda had a storm season because she was almost certain this thing wouldn't withstand it.

The door let out an anticipated squeak, and she was just as disappointed to see the inside as she was the outside. Bucky put the bags down and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yeah... this... isn't great..."

It was just as small as it seemed. And empty. Mostly. There were a few withered shelves with dusty pots and bowls, and an even more withered attempt at a table. There was what looked like a furnace in one corner with old, rotted wood in it. The wooden floor creaked under their steps.

The whole place felt like a ghost: desolate, ancient, and lonely. Except for one peculiar thing...

"Bucky?" she beckoned.

"Hm?"

(Y/N) hadn't noticed it when she first entered, but in the middle of the table sat a small, shiny, black panther figurine. It posed on all fours, looking ferociously up at her. It looked so out of place in contrast of the eternal layer of dust on everything else.

"What is this?" she asked reaching for the one thing that didn't match.

When her hand wrapped around it, energy surged into her skin. It felt almost... alive.

"(Y/N) what-" Bucky was cut off by a sound that startled them both.

In the corner across from the furnace, a section of the floor starting moving. Wood on wood on stone was not a good sound. Nonetheless, in mere seconds, there was an opening, and if (Y/N) leaned forward, she could see stairs!

Both of them remained still, feet planted on the creaky floor. They immediately looked at each other.

"What did you do?"

"I'm... not sure. I think I opened it."

(Y/N) smirked.

"What?" Bucky asked, confusion clearly evident in his tone.

"I should've known," (Y/N) shook her head. "Shuri wouldn't have led us here unless there was something more."

She held the panther figurine as she walked towards the opening.

"Wait," he grabbed her arm. "We don't know that Shuri knew that was here. What if it's a trap?"

"A trap from who? I don't think anyone knows we're here except Shuri."

"I don't know. J-Just let me go first."

"Alright. After you, oh wise one," she acquiesced, voice sarcastic but endearing all the same.

Bucky tried to suppress a chuckle. "Smartass. You're the wise one."

She tried to go down the stairs, letting him go first, but apparently that wasn't enough.

"Wait, just let me go look around and I'll holler when it's all good."

"Holler? Who says holler?"

"Me. Wait here."

"Fine," she made a show of pointedly plopping down on the top step, still and waiting as he requested.

It only took about ten seconds.

"Woah..." his voice came from far away.

"What is it?!" (Y/N) leaned forward.

"You were right! Come down, you gotta see this!"

She wasted no time... and standing beside Bucky, her jaw dropped.

"Holy..."

Beneath the ground was a significantly larger, way more modernized, and highly advanced survival shelter. All equipped with smaller versions of a table, chairs, and cabinets, along with a compact freezer and miniature stove, a chest, a closet, and two sets of bunk beds. Everything was clean and looked in optimal condition. There was even a rug.

"Shuri definitely didn’t leave you with nothing," Bucky commented, still taking it all in.

"-us with nothing," she corrected, retreating back up to the shed to get the bags.

Later in the day, (Y/N) got a handle on the panther key and how to use it to open and close the entryway to the bunker. Once she figured it out, she kept it closed, ensuring their concealment and maximizing their safety.

Bucky had found his way into the closet, listing off the contents to (Y/N) who sat on the floor, back up against one of the bunk bed legs. She was exhausted. Her body had been assaulted by adrenaline and strenuous mortal-danger-physical-activity. Bucky seemed to be fine, though. Curse that super soldier serum. His energy was always so high.

"...oh, and here's the bedding stuff. I don't know what this is, though."

(Y/N) lethargically leaned her head over to get a good view of the closet.

She chuckled. "That's a space heater...Oh! And next to it - that's a portable AC. Makes sense. I doubt they could get electric or plumbing out here."

And her head rolled back to center, eyes closing, body exhausted.

Bucky seemed to notice. "Hey, if you're tired, I can make the beds...or at least yours if you wanna sleep now."

(Y/N) stretched her legs straight out in front of her. "No, that's okay."

She wasn't about to force her one armed friend to make a bed for her. That's just rude. Especially after he carried those bags. She felt bad; she wished she had done more.

"Nah, I don't mind. It's not like I got anything else to do," he insisted, bringing the bedding over.

(Y/N) stood, body internally complaining in aching protest. She didn't really have the energy to expertly persuade him.

"Buck, it's fine." Her voice was faint.

He didn't even stop to hesitate, seemingly determined on the task. She thought it better to just give up and let him do his thing since he was so set on it. However, the sheet was fitted and there were pillow cases, not really one-arm friendly assets. He was struggling... very clearly. (Y/N) felt even worse.

He started moving quicker, frustration jerking his arm in quick, irritated bursts as he was trying to get the sheet to stay. There was still no success.

She stepped forward gently. "Bucky..."

"Damn it!" he hissed, slamming his hand on the bed frame before forcefully standing up. His hand went to his forehead, rubbing his eyes in disappointment.

(Y/N) was a statue. She had never seen him mad before; she had no idea what to do. Don't get her wrong, she wasn't scared, she just wasn't sure what to say.

"Can't fuckin' do anything," he muttered under his breath.

She finally moved forward. "Hey, forget the bedding, it doesn't matter-"

"Yes it does," he turned. "We're hiding from a collapsed regime and I can't even make a damn bed. Plus you've done so much for me, I just wanted to help with something. I just wanted to be able to do something."

Oh. Suddenly, his anger was gone. It was replaced with a miserable helplessness. It made her chest tight; she needed to fix this.

"Buck, you don't owe me anything. I'm here because I wanted to help, not because I was expecting anything in return. And I don't know what you've been paying attention to, but I watched you carry the majority of those - heavy - bags the entire way here while simultaneously figuring out the way to the shelter while my brain was momentarily smooth. You were the voice of reason in that chaos we just escaped from, and it's a damn good thing you were so calm because I don't know if I could have handled the panic of the both of us."

"You could've," he murmured. "And I wasn't calm, I'm just used to this. I was trained for situations like this."

No, she wasn't going to lose to deflection.

"Regardless, you were a huge help. Seriously."

He still didn't look convinced.

"In fact, I feel more safe here with you than I would with Shuri and the Queen. You're like a super soldier body guard."

A look washed over his face that (Y/N) couldn't quite place. He looked at her quizzically, like he was trying to figure something out.

"You... feel safer with me?"

"That's what I said, yes."

"You're not like... worried about..."

"The Winter Soldier? No."

He sighed. "How can you be so sure? You have no idea if or when I might... you know."

"We are literally the only people here, and I don't plan on saying the trigger words. So unless you plan on saying them, I don't really think we have anything to worry about. And, even if you did 'you know,' you could definitely get away with it and no one would find the body."

He turned bright red. "What?!"

"I'm kidding! Sorry. But Bucky, you've been doing so well with me and Shuri, and honestly the Hydra programming might not even be there anymore."

"But we don't know for sure!"

"Bucky..." she pleaded, turning her head slightly as to say what is this about?

"I can't trust my own mind," he sighed looking at the floor. "I just don't wanna do anything bad. It's just - weird that you don't seem to be worried at all."

"Why is that?"

"Everyone sees me as a monster."

The room was dead silent. He wasn't looking at her, but if (Y/N) looked at him any harder, she was sure she'd burn a hole through his head. How could anyone see this man as a monster? Logically, she understood what other people saw. But personally, she couldn’t find it in her to perceive him like that. It just didn’t work. All she could find was gentleness, compassion, and sincerity.

"I can't see you as something you're not," she said, whisper soft. "I don't care if you hands are 'scarred from murder' or however you said it a few sessions ago. I trust them entirely."

He finally looked up at her, his face filled with something she couldn't quite place. It looked a bit like disbelief and then it changed into relief and then something else entirely. A slow smile crept up on his lips.

"...hand."

"What?"

"My hand. Singular. Not hands."

A deep, deep smile - to match the one on Bucky - grew on her face just before the pair started cracking up ridiculously. Perhaps this was an odd way of releasing the tension, fear, frustration, and exhaustion of the day. Nevertheless, laughter was cathartic. It was so cathartic that eventually (Y/N) could hardly catch her breath and Bucky's stomach hurt. This went on for several minutes.

In time, they both calmed down. She didn't remember when exactly it happened, but they were both sitting on the floor now. They sat in between the two bunk beds, facing one another, each back leaning against a respective bedpost.

The atmosphere was different now, but not in a bad way. It felt like 2 a.m. at a sleepover, when the conversations get drowsily deep, with slow voices and honest confessions. It was heavy eyelids and low inhibitions.

A fresh wave of exhaustion washed over her. She let her head fall slack against the bedpost, resting.

"Bucky, what were sleepovers like in the forties?" she asked softly, eyes closing ever so delicately.

"Well," he started, getting into a story of his past with Steve and the couch cushions.

And that's how she fell asleep. Sitting on the floor, leaning against a bunk bed, and listening to his voice fade out into the background of her consciousness.

If only she knew how she would wake up: laying comfortably on one of the beds, with one blanket on top of her and another below her because he couldn't get the sheet to cooperate. With the pillowcase carefully draped atop the pillow instead of enveloping it because that's what one hand would allow. With the bed next to her being slept in with no blanket because he used his as the replacement for the sheet he couldn’t get to cooperate.

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toujoursmiraculous · 3 years

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Thoughts and Reaction to Mr. Pigeon 72!

I knew this was going to be a really good episode, just because the synopsis we got and the trailer seemed pretty bland. Whenever ML does that, a lot of big things happen in that episode. I screamed and choked on my water in the opening scene where Ladybug's with Alya in Marinette's room. I've been looking forward to Alya and Marinette scenes sooo much since Gang of Secrets! Wayzz & Alya: Hey Marinette, you should take a break and rest. Marinette: Nah, I'm good I gotta keep working Alya: YOU'RE LOSING IT, GIRL! Marinette: Don't care, must work Alya: Okay... you know Adrien and Kagami broke up, right? Marinette: Wait what?! Oh no, Kagami needs me! Alya: Not the reaction I was expecting but okay "Let's not wait for the storm to pass, but let's dance in the rain." I really like this quote! Even during bad times, you need to find the good and enjoy it. And Marinette reaaaally needs to do that. But in a literal sense, please don't dance outside during a dangerous storm.

ALYA AND TRIXX ALDJFSLJDS oh I love them, I'm so happy we'll get to see more of them. The way they both reacted to Marinette saying she has to go console Kagami, they weren't expecting that. xD But I was! I find it very amusing how in episodes like Frightningale she was more upset with Chloe being Ladybug than Chloe being in a video with Adrien that Alya's shocked by her decision, and in Frozer where Marinette was putting Adrien's wants before hers. I really don't understand why people think just because she likes Adrien, she'd not want to help make those around her happy even if it wasn't what she wanted for herself. I'm not surprised at all that Marinette would do this for Kagami, but I'm very happy that she is. "Alya, in Paris, Kagami has no other friend except me. Only I can console her." This makes me so happy. The only times in this show I like Kagami, is when she's with Marinette. After watching this episode, I'm more and more thankful she finally told Alya about being Ladybug I don't even want to know the state she'd be in had she not. O.O She almost ran out of her room as Ladybug (whoops), then almost ran out in her pjs (again, oops). Thanks to Alya, she didn't do either. xD That little detail where Marinette runs out and the sun's really intense, letting us know she's been inside a really long time, so everything outside is really bright. I really appreciate the little things like that. Or at least, that's what I take it as. Unless they're hinting at summer coming up soon... Dang Marinette, just jumps on Kagami's back LOL Kind of reminds me how Chat Noir likes to come up on Ladybug. xD "Your so original friend." Marinette is pretty original! I know the tone implies that's not a good thing, but eh. She's letting her go with Marinette and spend time away, so who cares! Marinette trying really hard to convince Kagami to get back with Adrien and how she's going to help her. I think it's really sweet of her, but Kagami of course clearly doesn't want to. Plagg: What's wrong with you, jumping into ice water! YOU'RE LOSING IT! Adrien: *exposes duffle bag full of Camembert* Plagg: I take back everything I said about you Also huh, Alya just told Marinette she's losing it, now Plagg tells Adrien he's losing it...hmmm. Bob Roth is a horrible person and each time we see him, he does something else to show it. Poor Adrien's allergic to pigeons specifically. I guess he's okay with some birds but not others? Idk? But he told Gabriel it'd be doves, so he approved. But it turned out to be pigeons instead. To be fair, at least in the US, Mourning Doves are often mistaken as pigeons, at least where I live, so they'd make a decent substitute... if it wasn't for Adrien's allergy. Adrien in Gorizilla to Wayhem: If you stop following me around screaming, I think we could be good friends! Wayhem with Cardboard Cut-out Adrien in Mr. Pigeon 72: ADRIENNNNNNN! :/ Marinette has a bag full of everything she may need in all kinds of situations. Comes in handy but good grief girl! How do you lug that all around??? What kind of scenarios do you think up to think of

some of that stuff!? Marinette's so adorable in her bathing suit awwww! Dude. Bob Roth. He said he's allergic to pigeons! And you blame Mr. Ramier because Adrien sneezed and it scared the pigeon away? How is this man successful again? He doesn't listen to anything or anybody. Marinette's like hey Kagami, look at Adrien. You'll start liking him again. Do you feel your heart beating fast now? And she's like "I feel especially bad for the trainer (Mr. Ramier)". I mean same though. He's being treated horribly! x.x Next take, Adrien dives and he sees Marinette with Kagami. But I think he only saw Marinette. Because he says he thought he saw a friend from school (Kagami doesn't attend their school, just the fencing class, as far as we're aware) and also he makes no mention of Kagami at all in this episode. Which means...

Why's your jaw dropping at the sight of your "just a friend" in a bathing suit, Adrien? And, you know, Kagami's literally right there in a bathing suit, too. Just saying. But it's like she's not even there to him. Hmmmmm. Poor Kagami's like, this entire thing is embarrassing, I feel embarrassed for me, Adrien, and this situation. Kagami: Marinette, stop! It's getting crazy! Marinette: Love is crazy! Don't think about it! I love how the more Marinette tries to help Kagami, the more things are working out in Marinette's favor. Interesting, isn't it? The more she tries to tell Adrien her feelings and make opportunities for them, the more they fail. The more she tries to help Kagami, or someone else, the more opportunities for her land in her lap. Hahahahaha the way they both fall LOL "Marinette? 😮" *guilty smile* AND THEN THEY TAKE DOWN POOR EDGAR! :( Mr. Ramier's in the background giving the poor bird CPR as he's drowned and Marinette and Adrien are just casually talking not paying attention lolol "What are you doing here?" "I came to surprise you." Kind of, she was hoping to help Kagami get back with Adrien. So that's a kind of surprise! "Uh, well to relax!" True too, actually. Alya did send her off because she needed to get out of the house and relax from her Ladybug and Guardian duties. Marinette, everyone needs to be careful when at a pool. Clumsy people like you especially need to be careful! lol Good thing Adrien's already seen her fall so many times, it's nothing new lol Gabriel: It's a failure Bob Roth: It's not my fault, it's his! Mr. Ramier: You are under arrest! Edgar is my best friend. He's the most intelligent of the pigeons! Gabriel: It's a pigeon Bob Roth: WHAAAT? IT'S A PIGEON? RAMIER, YOU LIED TO ME. Sorry Gabriel, I'll replace this man! I know a shark trainer First off... LOL that whole scene XDD I actually knew Bob Roth was going to say that entire thing before I heard it lolol Second... awww Edgar's okay! c: and third... I'M SORRY, YOU WANT OUR PRECIOUS BOY TO BE AROUND SHARKS?!?!? Who keeps this man employed?!?! Idk why but this whole time I thought that everyone would turn into giant talking pigeons lol ah well "I realized my mistake! We'll recreate the moment where you fell in love!" ohhh? Like I mentioned earlier, whenever she tries to do something to help Kagami (or someone else) that's when her intentions work out best for her. 😉 One of my favorite things from Style Queen was Plagg and Ladybug working together. Now they're working together again and just... ahhhh I gushed so much at that scene! x3 YESSSSSSS what I've been waiting for! Ladybug can just call Alya now and be like hey, I need your help! And Alya can just be like okay cool, and either goes to her room to get the Miraculous herself, or finds her and gets the Miraculous. So cool! Of course, I'll be most excited if she ever gets to just keep it on her, but... baby steps. Rena did a phenomenal job speaking as both Ladybug and Chat Noir lol. She's such a fan of them both, she knows just how they are around each other. Oh, oh no. We're trapped against a wall by a few pigeons. Looks like our only option is to give up and remove our Miraculous and reveal our identities. Are you seriously buying that, Gabriel? Plagg's like HELLO I'll be taking this! Alya did everything from inside Marinette's room. Ladybug was trapped in that room at the pool the entire time. All it took for this akuma to be defeated was Illusion that can be done from anywhere and Plagg getting the object off Mr. Pigeon. That's amazing! Also, this is the first time Ladybug didn't have to actually see things around her to know what to do. She just focused and thought about it. o.o Okay so hold up. Thanks to Alya, Marinette now knows she can create charms to protect past akuma victims and keep them from getting reakumatized, which is wonderful. I love how much of an impact Alya knowing is having! BUT How exactly does Monsier Rat come about then if he has a charm to protect him??? 🤔🤔🤔 I really like how her drive to want to figure things out was

especially because Mr. Ramier's been akumatized so many times, and she wanted to help him from having to continue to go through that. "This girl is truly Miraculous" awww cute how he got to just watch that this time.

I screamed at this moment because I knew. Since Origins, we have not seen this exact sky. Even during rainy scenes like in Chat Blanc or New York, they didn't look like this. YES, Kagami knows that the way Marinette feels about Adrien shows how much she loves him, but she knows she doesn't feel that way about Adrien too. And "You're right, Adrien is perfect... perfect for you." With a smile and everything! Awwwwww! This acceptance, and the Marinette and Kagami friendship in this episode is really, really good! 😭 "Wow, have you kept it [the umbrella] all this time?" She sure wasn't expecting that!! But wow Adrien, you noticed? Then Coup de Foudre happens again. Yeah, this girl is never getting out of her feelings for him.

Of course she's having trouble with her words still, but that's okay. But she's like oh, I'll give it back, and he just pushes it to her and says she'll need it to get home... unless she'd like a ride with him. AND SHE ACTUALLY ACCEPTED AND WRAPPED HER ARM AROUND HIS OMG.

To then only have the umbrella close on BOTH of them!

AND THEN ASKS IF HE WANTS TO WALK INSTEAD BECAUSE THEY HAVE THE UMBRELLA! She's come so far! And the sheer disappointment when he remembers he can't because of his Chinese lesson :/ And then, because he can't not be looking at Marinette, he hits the back of his head on the car, making himself look silly, just like in Origins she made herself look silly. This time she laughs, and he laughs with her. And it's literally Umbrella Scene 2.0 and it's absolutely everything.

DORKS ❤️❤️❤️ "They are made for each other." awwwww instead of Master Fu, this time it's Kagami. And she sounds very okay with that, that's so nice. "Let's not wait for the storm to pass, but let's dance in the rain." Then proceeds to dance in the rain!

Ahhh what a refreshing, good episode after how much she's been struggling and crying! So lovely! Her friendships with Alya and Kagami were really strong in this episode, her doing her best to help her friend with the guy she herself has always liked, and then Kagami was the one that wasn't really into it, and it made both girls realize that Marinette loves Adrien and is the one best for him, not Kagami. And I'm pretty sure this episode helped Adrien to open his eyes to Marinette more too. At least, this is the beginning of that, anyway! Alya's such a tremendous help to Ladybug now, which is everything. I do wonder if more friends will very slowly start to find out her identity and they end up contributing more to bringing down Hawk Moth, so she really, really isn't alone like she once thought. I don't really have any complaints about this episode at all! Just a bit sad we had no actual Chat Noir, but we got Ladybug and Plagg from it, so it's fine with me! x3 I know some may see it as "Chat Noir isn't necessary, how dare they do this to him!" but no, he's very necessary, sometimes he just can't be there and she can't do it alone. You have to remember how much Chat Noir means to Ladybug, and that she wouldn't even BE Ladybug if it weren't for Chat Noir! I'm really curious now about what episode 5 is, since now we've gotten Episodes 1-4, 6, we're getting 7,8, and 13 later, and we've already gotten 11. Filling in the gaps for the first half of the season! This entire week is going to be crazy with the new episodes, and for each one I'll be writing one of these posts for, so be on the look out for them!

#ml #miraculous ladybug #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #ml spoilers #ml spoilers season 4 #ml season 4 spoilers #mr pigeon 72 #mr pigeon 72 spoilers #adrienette #marinette dupain-cheng #adrien agreste #ladybug #alya cesaire #rena rouge #plagg #ahhhh such a sweet ep!

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deans-mind-palace · 4 years

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Nightcrawler

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Summary: Jensen and you never got along well. But when a stunt accident almost caused him losing you, everything changes. What will Jensen have to say if you wake up?

Word Count: 2,182

Warnings: Description of an accident, Mean!Jensen, Angst, Fluff

Author’s Note: Based on this request. Anonymous: Can I ask a Jensen x fem!reader, where reader is an actress on spn. Jensen kinda hates her (like don’t like her). One day some stunt accident happens on set and reader goes in critical situation. Jensen gets very upset, stays with reader every time from ambulance till hospital. Goes crazy over the reader surprising Jared, Misha and other people on ser since everyone assumed he doesn’t like her. But he ends up confessing to reader at the end and alllll fluffy end?

It was late in the evening, but you had just arrived on the set for your shoot today. It was a night shoot, because the scene had to be shot in the dark outside on the studio grounds. It was a particularly important scene and you were late, so you hurried straight into make-up.

"Look who's late. Again." Jensen greeted you friendly as always. You rolled your eyes. "Mind your own business, Ackles." you were giving back before falling in the chair next to Misha. It was the seat furthest away from the blond actor. Misha sighed after you gave your best friend a quick hug. "I will never understand your hatred for each other." he muttered with a side glance at Jensen, who was now excitedly engrossed in a conversation with Jared and the make-up artist.

The truth was that you and Jensen didn't like each other from the very beginning. In your eyes he was an arrogant ass who looked good and was fully aware of that fact. In his eyes you were a bitch who couldn't understand a joke and was closed off. Neither of you had ever bothered to look behind the façade of the other one. Right on your first day on set you had argued so terribly that the shooting of the scene had to be stopped. When you were told a few weeks ago that you were to play Dean's love interest in the series from now on, the arguments between you had reached their peak.

"So, nervous about shooting tonight?" Misha ripped you out of your thoughts. You took a deep breath and tried to give him a halfway confident smile. "Oh, no. It's okay," you said. Misha saw right through you and gave you an encouraging smile. "I'll be okay. Don't worry about it." Further back you could hear the deep laughter of Jensen and Jared patted him on the shoulder in a brotherly way. You turned your eyes away when Jensen looked over.

A few minutes after your make-up was ready, a young personal assistant also walked into the trailer. "Ms L/N? We need you on set in ten," he reminded you. "Of course, thank you." you smiled. Then he looked at you nervously and fidgeted. Your eyebrows furrowed in wonder. "Can I help you with anything else?" you asked and smiled at the nervous student. "Err... No - Yes. Y-yes. I-I'm a big fan of yours. You're such a great actress and-" Jensen snorted in the background, for which you gave him a deadly look that made the young PA freeze completely, but Jensen was not the least bit bothered. You smiled reassuringly at the PA and granted him his wish for a selfie, then he led you to the set and lectured you for a few more minutes on how great he thought you were. You smiled and nodded from time to time, but you were far too nervous about the upcoming shoot to really listen to him. He didn't seem to notice that.

The spotlights were already set up and radiated the dark area. Cameras were flashing and the car was ready. It was time for the shoot. A bit away, Jensen sat in his chair and watched the action. Technicians hurried across the set. Cameramen were changing settings and the director gave final instructions for the scene.

"Everyone to their places, please!" shouted the director and clapped his hands. You took off your bathrobe and swallowed before stepping on your green mark. Immediately the director approached you. "You ready, Y/N?" he asked you. "This is an important and difficult scene. You must be ready for it because we only have one car, the next one would have to be delivered first." You nodded, unable to put your doubts into words. You wanted to appear professional, damn it! "All right, you know how the scene works? You're standing on the marker. The car, possessed by a demon, is going to race towards you, but you jump aside at the last second because you lure it into a trap and it crashes into the wall behind you. All right?" he went over the sequence of the scene with you again. "Yes." Your voice sounded uncertain, but he didn't seem to notice. "Fine, let's do it." He turned away.

"Light? "Check." "Camera? "Rolling." "Silence on set, please. Scene 17, Take 1. Go!"

As soon as the engine of the car in front of you stuttered to life, the sweat broke out on your forehead. Your fingers trembled, but it appeared as if it was part of your acting. You swallowed and your fingers clenched into fists. "Come on!" you shouted to the possessed car. "Come and get me!" The headlights of the car flickered and it roared a couple of times on the spot. The radio turned up loud and AC/DC's 'Highway to Hell' came out of the speakers, before the tires screeched and spun, and then the car started moving rapidly. Now it was getting serious. When the car crossed the green line, you had to jump to the side onto the green mat.

But the car approached the green line relentlessly and you were frozen like a deer caught in the headlights. Literally. When it reached the green line, you couldn't move a muscle. Immediately, panic broke out around you and the last thing you saw were Jensen's green, wide-open eyes filled with panic before the car hit you.

Suddenly everything happened very quickly. You felt a stabbing pain shoot through your legs as you collided with the bumper. Immediately, you were hurled over the hood, bounced over the roof and hit the ground. Blood ran from your hand and forehead where you had been smashed into the glass. Pain shot through your entire body, then everything went black.

For a split second there was complete silence on the set, then hell broke loose. The director instructed everyone to stay calm, an ambulance was called, but Jensen didn't notice the chaos around him. His gaze was locked on your motionless body as if in a trance. Then he jumped up and started running. Kneeling on the ground, he slid towards you. You had lost consciousness and blood was running from the cuts on your hands. His fingers trembled as he brushed the locks of hair from your face. He would have loved to lay your head in his lap and watched over you until the ambulance arrived, but he knew there was a chance the fall had broken your spine. Your face was pale and smeared with red crimson.

Suddenly he heard yelling in the background. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Misha rushed out of the trailer followed by Jared and ran towards Y/N. Jensen held your bloody hand and stroked your forehead. Your breath was very shallow. He paid no attention to his panicked friend at all. All his attention and concern was only for you. As if in shock, his gaze kept wandering over your wounds. His breathing trembled and with every breath he had the feeling that his chest would burst. Should it end like this? You dying in front of him? Never again your cheeky comments or your bickering in the morning when you arrived late on set again? Would he never be able to make you coffee with too much sugar purposely, because he knew how much you hated sugar in your coffee? Or would he never ever listen to your complaints you always made when you were getting your hair done next to him and he just rolled his eyes? Would he never see the sparkle in your eyes again when a day of shooting was successfully completed? Or would he never feel the joy again when he saw you again after a long break in shooting, even though he would never admit it? A lump formed in his throat and he swallowed. Next to him Jared moved Misha away.

Suddenly, turmoil broke out again. The ambulance hurried to the set and immediately bent down to you. Jensen did not hear their words. But the doctor ordered two paramedics to lay you down on the stretcher. "Sir, you have to let go of her hand now," One of the paramedics told him. "N-no." Jensen shook his head violently. "I-I can't leave her alone." The very thought filled his stomach with nausea. His voice croaked. "I ask you only once more, Sir." But Jensen made no move. Suddenly, Jared grabbed him from behind and pulled him away. Jensen tried to fight back, but he was afraid to cause you more damage. "No! I can't leave her, Jared," he yelled in panic and tried to free himself from the iron grip of his best friend. "Sssh. It's okay, Jensen! It's gonna be okay! They're taking her to the hospital now," Jared explained calmly. But Jensen didn't take his words seriously.

"Let me be with her," Jensen pleaded. "Okay, it's okay, Jay. I'll take you to the hospital." Jensen shook his head. The paramedic cleared his throat because he felt sorry for the distraught man. "Family members are allowed to ride in the ambulance, so..." Even before he had finished the sentence, Jensen had already started running. Shoulder shrugging, Jared looked at the Doctor. "I'll catch up with my friend." He nodded at Misha, who was beside himself. The doctor nodded.

In the car, Jensen had already taken your hand. Gently he stroked the skin with his thumb, careful not to touch any of your wounds. The paramedics put you on all kinds of tubes and you still weren't conscious. Jensen got sick at the sight of all the wires running into your body. All the needles they stuck under your skin. Suddenly the ECG kicked in and your heartbeat started beating flat. "Fractures of the ribs 11 to 12. Craniocerebral trauma. Multiple contusions and a broken leg. Also some superficial lacerations." explained a paramedic. " Her condition is critical. She has sustained severe head injuries and internal bleeding cannot be ruled out. A hematoma is probably already forming. She must go to the O.R. immediately for a trepanation." The paramedic's gaze was serious as the ambulance reached the hospital. The doors of the ambulance were ripped open and the stretcher was taken out. Immediately, the paramedic informed the doctors and nurses of your state of health.

You were immediately taken to an operating room and Jensen was asked to take a seat in the waiting area. He wandered up and down nervously. Soon Misha and Jared arrived. Y/N's family would not arrive in Vancouver until tomorrow afternoon. So you had no family. A few hours later, one of the leading doctors arrived. "Gentlemen. Ms. L/N made it through the operation in good shape. We had to stabilize several fractures with screws and drill a hole in her skull to give the pressure room to dissipate." Jensen went pale. Jared pulled him into the seat next to him so he wouldn't faint. "It'll be a few more hours before she wakes up. She is now under the influence of strong painkillers, but you may see her now," the doctor explained. He gave the room number.

Jared came into the room with a cup of coffee for Jensen. Misha had gone home several hours ago to meet Y/N's parents in the afternoon. But Jensen had not left your side. Jared supplied him with coffee for the third time already and yawned tiredly. It was already 8 a.m. and they hadn't slept all night. "I'm leaving now, Jay. And you should rest too. She's fine. They'll let us know when she wakes up." But Jensen didn't answer. Jared put the coffee on a small table and left the room. Jensen sat by your bed and had trouble keeping his eyes open. The constant beeping of the ECG lulled him in and calmed him down.

When you woke up, your whole body felt numb. The painkillers clouded your mind and you didn't know where you were for a moment until it all came back to you. The accident.

You looked around the white room until your eyes fell on a blond mop of hair. Jensen's head was on your bed. His hand in yours. He had pressed his forehead against your hand in his sleep. Worry overshadowed his sleeping face. You were surprised. Gently you released your wired hand from his grip and stroked his cheek. At once he blinked and jumped up. "Y/N! You are awake! Oh, thank God!" You saw his eyes shimmer with tears of relief. "I thought I had lost you," he said and his voice broke. "Jensen, it's all right," you muttered reassuringly. He nodded, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When they opened again the green sparkled intensely.

"Y/N. I'm sorry for what I did. I was an ass. I want to apologize for all this. I acted like an idiot because I didn't know how to handle it, but -" He took a deep breath. "The truth is, I love you, Y/N."

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angelsswirl · 3 years

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Vellichor

The One With Shit and The Fan

A.N. Yall are about to be very mad at me, but it must be read.

~•~

Oh and I know

And you know that we've been here before

I think I know how it should end

We got an audience calling us crazy

You feel like a white suburban mom.

The ones that hoot and howl over every little thing in preparation for company.

You feel like that, because that's exactly what you're doing right now.

Hooting and howling over every little thing in preparation for company.

"If you move a pillow to sit on the couch, what do you do with the pillow when you're done sitting on the couch? YOU PUT THE PILLOW BACK! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU GUYS?!"

You had finally managed to convince Jisoo to agree to a civilized dinner with Taylor's parents. It involved a lot of placating and a lot of sex.

So naturally, you had to make sure the house was spic and span, because you wouldn't be caught dead in a filthy home.

Luckily, your children had pulled their own weight and helped, you were now just doing the finishing touches, like putting throw pillows in their proper place and screwing the cap on the milk jug tighter.

You also made sure to keep an eye on Jisoo just in case she decided to booby trap the place. At this point you wouldnt put it pass her.

Ryland came bouncing into the kitchen excitedly, "What did you make for dinner tonight, mommy? You got my text about the Bae-Park's dietary restrictions right?"

Despite being the second oldest, Ryland still called you 'mommy' occasionally. Especially, when she was excited or wanted something.

"Yes. Suzy and Jackson are allergic to peanuts and Taylor won't eat anything with a face. We'll see how long that lasts because you're a carnivore like your mom. And I passed it along to Lia because she cooked." You fussed around the kitchen. Dusting and swatting at imaginary dust.

"But what if mama convinced Lia to poison Chaeyoung?!"

You rolled your eyes. Did your daughter really think her mother would do something like that? Or better question. Did she really think you would let her mother do something like that?

"Jisoo has been here all day and I have her phone. I talked with Lia about everyone's needs and she made something suitable for everyone. Everything is going to be okay. Calm down, baby."

Ryland pouted, "How do you know if Chaeyoung has any restrictions? I didn't text you about her."

"We dated, remember?"

"No. I wasn't there."

"...Everything is going to be okay. Now, get out of my kitchen and set the dining room table. You might have to bring some more chairs in from the garage."

Ryland nodded.

~•~

Jisoo stared at her wife with a partially unreadable expression on her face.

She had been tricked into this. Bribed, if you will. Maybe even conned.

Sure, she was more or less fine with Taylor dating her daughter, but she wasn't really fine with spending more than an hour in a room with one of the only other people on the planet who knows what her wife looks like naked.

Great.

Her wife looks great naked. And Park Chaeyoung knew that.

She was doing her best to hide her blatant jealousy and anger but Jisoo wasn't an oscar winning actress for a reason.

"Are you getting all primped up for me or for her?" It sort of just slipped out. You had been putting on makeup for the past hour and Jisoo couldn't help but wonder.

You had never rolled your eyes harder in your life, "I'm not about to start this with you."

"You're avoiding the question."

"Because you should know the answer by now."

"For me?"

You put the finishing touches on your dark tinted red lip. Smacking them dramatically, then placing the tube of lipstick back onto the vanity.

You turned toward Jisoo with a smirk, "Oh no. For me."

Jisoo could only watch you walk out the door and into the main living area of the house.

Jisoo would try to keep the snarkiness to a minimum. If only because she's sure if she doesn't she'll never get to see your great nakedness again.

~•~

Dinner, to everyone's surprise, isn't that awkward. Probably due to the fact that Taylor easily dominated the conversation, you're a bit preoccupied with fussing over Kaleb, and Jisoo has had a full glass of red wine.

"Tay tay! How did your parents react to you telling them Ryland was your mate? Did they throw a tantrum like mama did?" Peyton asked, her mischievous smile poorly hidden behind her glass of lemonade.

Sometimes, you think Peyton forgets she still lives with you unlike her older siblings and can most definitely still be grounded. You had to resort to your signature glare, but it did the trick as Peyton slumped into her chair, thoroughly frightened.

Taylor looked confused at the question. Peyton knew the answer. They're literally best friends. She was the first one she told.

"No. Mom just mumbled that it probably made sense and then I went to go play soccer."

Ryland smiled lovingly across the table at Taylor. Lia made a gagging sound.

You thanked whatever being was listening that Peyton's chaos energy hadn't prevailed. If you thought, Ryland was your demon child while you were pregnant with her, you surely hadn't seen anything yet.

"Okay, why don't all of you kids, go do whatever it is you do in the livingroom. Mom doesn't need you to see her scarf down an entire bottle of merlot in one gulp." You mumbled that last part under your breath.

Everyone but Lia left the table, happy to be excused.

You stared at her blankly.

"I'm 22."

You're not exactly sure why but your patience is wearing thin quickly.

"Did I ask how old you were?"

"No, ma'am. Excuse me." She bowed her head dramatically before grabbing Kaleb and scurrying from the table.

"Kids. So....interesting." Chaeyoung said in an attempt to break the silence.

"Yeah. I keep telling myself that my reward for not killing them are future grandchildren. Well, actually. I'm already terrified of whatever Peyton procreates."

Both Chaeyoung and Suzy laugh at your joke.

"So, how'd you two meet?" Jisoo asked inbetween sips of her wine. She wasn't even looking in Chaeyoung and Suzy's direction, if only because it was sort of hard to peer around you in their positions.

You tried to listen for answers, you really did, but your reasoning for the irritability comes to light. You're sweating and almost slumped over into Jisoo, but you somehow managed to keep yourself upright.

Jisoo and Chaeyoung's eyes snapped to you at the same time. And the last time you felt this much dread, was when you found out that Jisoo and Chaeyoung found out about each other.

It's almost like you see Chaeyoung's mouth move in slow motion. You will her not to say anything, just let you silently excuse yourself from the table and take your suppressants, but no. Things were never easy when it came to Chaeyoung and Jisoo.

Chaeyoung offhandedly mumbled "That's familiar." She doesn't really mean anything by it. You knew that, hell even Suzy knew that.

But you can see the glass in Jisoo's hand start to shake.

"What did you just say?"

"Huh? Oh nothing. I didn't mean anything by it, Jisoo. I swear."

"Chu...let it go." You do your best to calm her down with a light touch to her thigh.

"It's no big deal. It was stupid I shouldn't have said it."

"You fucking my wife isn't a big deal?"

"Jisoo! What the hell?" You stared at your alpha who seemed to be looking right through you to Chaeyoung. The pent up anger in her eyes was quite astonishing.

"What's your problem, Jisoo? It's been years and the only one who still fucking cares is you." Chaeyoung said with a shake of her head.

"My problem is you."

Chaeyoung rolled her eyes, "I'm married with two beautiful kids. I don't want y/n and she doesn't want me. Grow up."

Chaeyoung gathered her belongings and gestured for her wife to follow her. Suzy did so reluctantly, she shot a glance of sympathy toward you but otherwise didn't say anything.

The family left, two confused children in tow.

You swallowed harshly, it was surprisingly easy to fight off your heat instincts considering you wanted very little to do with the person that's supposed to help you through that.

"Well. Congratulations."

Jisoo's brows furrowed, not in the least bit surprised when you dont elaborate.

You got up from the table without a word. You headed to the livingroom and poked your head in, "Peyton, do you mind cleaning up the table. You don't have to do the dishes, just put them in the sink. Thank you." Abigail and Ryland stared after you.

Peyton set about doing the task without any fan fare.

You then hurried into your bedroom. Wiping at your eyes and your makeup.

You knew Jisoo had followed you. Probably wanting an explanation about what you said.

"Why can't you just let it go? It's been twenty years. You said you were over it, but every time you're even slightly reminded you blow up. You know how sorry I am but it feels like I'm still being punished."

"You slept with her. You're mine and you slept with her." Jisoo looked at you like she didn't understand how you didn't get that.

"I'm yours now. I wasn't back then. Even if you imprinted on me I wasn't your mate. I wasn't even your girlfriend. I didn't cheat on you. Why does everything I did have to be some slight against you?"

Jisoo huffed, "You knew I loved you. You led me on you made me think that it was only me. That you were only going to choose me."

"What did I ever say to make you think that? Was marrying you not enough? Is being your mate not enough? Those three beautiful babies not enough?"

"We have four kids."

"Oh, hop off it. You know that's not what I meant."

Jisoo doesn't say anything further. She only stares at some point passed your head.

"Am I not enough for you, Jisoo? Because I don't know what else I can give you. I gave you my life, my love, my womb. But it's still not enough for you. What else do you want from me?!" You tried not to raise your voice too much, but it was sort of a hard feat to accomplish around your tears.

"To go back in time and not sleep with her. To say she never meant anything to you."

"Oh. You want the impossible." You nodded slowly, not agreeing in the slightest. But you got it now.

"Say it."

"You know I can't."

"Say it, y/n."

"We told each other that we would never lie to each other, and I'll be damned if I start now."

"...Then tell me to leave."

"Jisoo."

"I need to go, but I can't do it unless you tell me to."

You choked on a sob, "Fine. Go. Just know, if you walk out of that front door everything that I have said tonight, will be proven right."

That got Jisoo to hesitate. To rethink breifly. But the alpha is telling her to go before she does something she really regrets. So, she leaves. And the pain that encompasses her heart is nothing like she had ever felt in her life.

You heard the door slam shut and with it, Peyton walked into the room. You pretend that you dont see the tears in each other's eyes, "Mommy?" Her omega is calling out to yours, probably more than she realized.

She's technically a pup and she needs comfort, so even though you felt like curling up into a ball and dying you give it to her.

She practically falls into your lap and she sniffled. Your and Jisoo's bond isn't broken by any means, but even the children can tell there's something not quite right.

"I didn't mean for you to hear that, baby girl."

"Are you two going to be okay? I've never seen mama that mad before."

And that question coming from her daughter seemed to hurt the most, "I hope so, Pey. I hope so."

#jesssica's fanfic #blackpink fanfic #blackpink #jisoo fanfic #jisoo x reader #vellichor

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paperbagpetrichor · 4 years

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Aaaaaaah love your work! 💕 If you're still doing requests, could I ask for "10. No More Hurt: A merperson who is scarred and bruised from humans trying to capture them for years meets one who rescues them from a net trap-" from the recent Mermay prompts with merman!Jotaro? He just strikes me as a fishy that'd get hurt often and deserves better 😭

[ Thank you so much, I really appreciate it! c: ]

There were benefits to moving for college. You could finally control the environment you lived in, for one, without having to worry about bedtimes or no-you-can’t-do-this or no-you-can’t-do-that enforced by your parents even though you were far above the age where any of that would’ve made any sort of remote sense for you to need reminders of, capable of spreading everything out and relaxing without a care. Nobody was going to visit, there wasn’t really a point in keeping things tidy. As far as you cared the more comfortable you were the better. Your flat was small, but decently close to your school, perhaps a five-minute drive at most. And in the other direction, perhaps a seven-minute drive, was the coast. The saltwater waves would churn with the changing of the moon, and the breezes it often cast your way were more than enough to improve the slight humidity that would linger around after rainfall, and beach access was always granted. You could finally be independent, truly and fully. And the ocean was practically your backyard. Of course, that pretty much guaranteed what your job was going to be. You had to have one to maintain rent - one of the downsides of having your own place, but there was no way you were sharing a room with some random other person you’d never met before - and options to fresh-faced new adults like you were limited. Most of the common places one would search for employment at were filled. How was it that every fast food restaurant had an ‘excess of employees?’ Or that there wasn’t a gas station or retail shop that cared to give you a passing glance?

This was the downside of it all: the fishing industry around your area was, needless to say, prosperous. New hands on deck were just about always needed. Thus, you had become perhaps the lowest class of a fishing crew: steward-in-training. Yep, that’s right, not so much as a steward. You didn’t have a fishing license, so that was off-limits until you either chose to gain one or found a different job entirely. In other words, you were the garbage girl, occasionally working for cooks or filling in whenever a crew member was absent, but mainly, your days consisted of literal trash. Whatever. It was a living, at least.

Thankfully, this week, the steward above you was on break, and a few deck netters were out as well, meaning you wouldn’t be waist-deep into who-knew-what. It would be your first time filling in as a netter. Frankly, the giant machinery of it all startled you, like a giant metal monster, and the sheer dimensions of the net could probably trap you and just about all of your numerous coworkers with room to spare. It was a behemoth. With the help of the others, you reeled in, dumped one net into the freezing icebox, and ran to the next, a race against time to see how many nets you could handle. Maybe if you did well enough, you could get some sort of promotion? Apparently you were indeed doing well, as somewhere along the line you wound up dealing with the nets one-on-one, reeling in the massive hauls as best as you could by yourself. It was nearly time to head home, everyone else busy with prepping the fish, and there was only one net remaining. You began to pull. About a third of the way up, the machinery shuddered to a stop, and no matter how hard you yanked, it refused to relent. What the hell was happening? All the equipment had been perfectly functional before you set off. Did you break it? No, everything still looked intact, so then…? You remembered stories of how every once in a while a dolphin or shark or even seals being entangled and weighing the process down. With a frown - if you were alone, and it was a shark, you certainly didn’t want to have to deal with that by yourself - you leaned over the side of the boat, scanning the water within the net for anything unusual. Initially all you could see was blood. That did not look promising; couldn’t sharks smell blood or something? Maybe one was already devouring the fish inside. Bubbles of red liquid rose to the surface and popped, leaving you to shudder as you peered in despite yourself, desperate to reach some sort of conclusion. And it was then that you saw it.

Rather, you saw him.

At first he was nothing more than a flash of black hair, sunkissed skin flecked with cuts and bruises, turned so violently blue and green from abuse that he nearly masked in with the various fish struggling against the net, only contributed doubly to the confusion by…what appeared to be a fish tail? You weren’t even aware of your jaw dropping as you nearly tripped off the boat. A large gash, stretching from above his left eye all the way across his chest, finally showed through after a bout of thrashing around, eyes fighting to stay open and fingers clawing at the net in desperation. What the hell had happened to him? No, there wasn’t time for that - at this rate, with the amount of blood he was losing…if you didn’t do anything, he was going to die. You cast a quick glance over your shoulder before hooking yourself to the side of the boat and diving over.

The saltwater stung at your eyes as you propelled yourself down, holding your breath as best as you could as you approached him and only saw more and more injuries dotting his body, all different sizes, different kinds, but frightfully painful at a glance, much less a focus. As soon as he noticed you, he bristled up. His pained face contorted into one of stoic expression, albeit one with a current of anger clearly lying beneath it, and he darted in the opposite direction, hitting the back of the net. If you could’ve said something, you would’ve. You would have said, I’m going to set you free, you’re going to be alright, hang in there, but you couldn’t. With air quickly depleting you took to cutting the net apart and were greeted with a surge of fish shoving you backwards, only to recollect yourself and find the merman staring daggers at you. There wasn’t much time now. In a fell sweep, you rushed to him, taking him in your arms as he fought against your touch, pulling the tie back up as you began to lift out of the water, gasping for breath, hugging him to your chest, every ounce of your strength devoted to holding him, before reaching the deck and rushing with him to the below-deck quarters. You had the equivalent of a janitor’s room, but it was something. Something where nobody would find him. The hand you’d kept against his mouth retreated as you shut the door, instantly piling towel after towel up against a corner of the room in as best of a makeshift bed you could manage. All this time he had been silent. There wasn’t a reason to presume he’d begin yelling, at least not now. You turned back to help him onto the pile of faux blankets only for your face to blanch at the sight. His tail was no longer there - instead, legs, battered and bruised beyond belief. Once more he shrunk from your touch and heftily tried to shift away from you, only to wince with pain and fall still for a few moments, long enough for you to get him settled. You grabbed the first aid kit from the shelf and knelt down beside him.

“Hey, don’t be scared,” you whispered, switching your gaze from the kit to his attempted neutral face that was betrayed by the way his features slightly scrunched up with pain, “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise. I’m going to try to help you, okay? But I need you to be still.” You moved towards him and he shrunk back, closing his eyes, only for you to hover above him nervously and continue, “I don’t know if you understand me, but…[y/n]. That’s my name.”

After a few moments his eyes fluttered open, a beautiful seafoam green. He clenched his jaw but relaxed otherwise, albeit reluctantly, muttering, “Jotaro.” Almost as though he was ready to relent to you, he tilted his head so you could get a better angle at the slash and begin stitching.

You gave a small him of approval, followed by a nod when you realized his uninjured eye was still fixed upon you. “That’s a nice name,” you replied with as best a smile as you could manage under the circumstances at hand. Relief flooded you as he let out a grunt in response - he could understand you. That made things a little easier. You weren’t exactly a medical expert, but without immediate help he would bleed to death. The rest of his injuries you could tend to later. “I’m sorry. This isn’t the best of introductions.” A nervous chuckle escaped you. He remained quiet, so you figured at this point you were simply talking to yourself, to calm yourself more than him. So far he hadn’t so much as flinched as you applied the antiseptic and finished the final stitches, plastering a bandage around him only to realize you were lacking the rest for his facial injuries.

With one glance to the remaining section - consisting almost solely of band-aids - he immediately spoke. “No.”

“Okay,” you agreed, not wanting to push him, setting the kit aside. The boat had begun motion - good. You would reach land in a few minutes, and could get him proper help. That was, of course, if he’d even agree to so much as go anywhere with you. So far he’d shrunk back from your touch and wriggled away if you’d approach if he could. It was pretty clear, as the boat finally lurched to a halt, that he’d never had interactions with humans. Or, at least, never had any interactions with good people, you supposed, waiting for the last of the footsteps to disappear. You were always last aboard, cleaning up the remnants of the mess of the day. Right now, of course, that wasn’t your priority, as you slowly opened the door and peeked out after a few minutes, making sure everything was clear, only to breathe a small sigh of relief as the last car - save for yours - pulled out of the parking light. You returned to his side. “Jotaro? I want to get you somewhere safe.”

Still on his back, still with those piercing eyes jabbing at you in suspicion, he replied, “Leave.”

You were taken aback by his sudden refusal. Surely he couldn’t believe he’d be alright, could he? Not after getting those cuts and bruises, scars and nicks, a slash right across him and winding up tangled in a fishnet half-conscious, no way, right? As if it had a mind of its own your mouth opened. “If I leave you, you’re only going to get - ”

“ - Get hurt?” his deep voice rang, cutting, slicing off the edge of your sentence with something sharper. With a twitch of his face that lasted only a moment, barely noticeable, he had narrowed his eyes, so close together that all you could truthfully make out were his lashes as he continued, “You’re wrong. The only way I’ll get hurt is if you take me, or anyone like you.” Everything was a low growl. “I know what you do to my kind.”

And suddenly his injuries made sense. Those specific indentations weren’t just odd markings from something he’d run into, they were from fish hooks. His scrapes and scars were from where fishing reel had wound itself around his body, digging in tight. The criss-cross of stripes, red and raised, crawling up his skin and flaking away to rawness in certain areas, weren’t from some ocean-bound attacker, they were from the nets that he’d pulled so hard against. His bruises had to have been from escaping something, likely a man-made creation. And as for the wound you’d just cleaned…a heavy-duty sinking bait must have caused it, from the way it ripped at his skin and dug deep. Nothing - or at least very little - of the injuries that covered him like a cloak of painted pain were caused by something natural. No. This had been the work of ‘anyone like you’ - humans. No wonder he didn’t trust you.

You blinked slowly, options running through your head, none of them sounding or seeming right. Finally, you settled upon, “I - I’m sorry,” you began quietly, with whatever courage you could find, “but you should know, everyone else will be back tomorrow. And with you injured like that, I really don’t think it’s a good idea to head back to the waters yet.” No, it still sounded all wrong, what were you doing? Was that too forceful? Arrogant? “Of course, I mean, you don’t have to listen to me. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, okay?” I just want to help you. If you could let those words, the truth, your truth, out, you felt as though your heart would break. The sight of someone so harmed, clearly not just physically but mentally, too, literally backed into a corner on a dim ship, just a little while after being found, possibly bleeding to death, trapped in that very same ship’s nets - sorrowful and guilt were too light of words to describe it all. But you knew there wasn’t a chance you could say that, either. He was already distrustful of you to begin with. If you made such a lofty statement, he’d likely reject anything else you had to offer, retreating back into himself. Of course he wouldn’t believe someone genuinely wanted to help him.

To your surprise, he closed his eyes, shaking his head with a grunt as though he himself couldn’t believe he was letting him do what he was - and he likely couldn’t, at that matter. From beneath dark lashes he glanced back up at you. “Where do I go?”

Oh. Was it really…that simple? He was still uncomfortable, disturbed, downcast, injured, but he seemed to have recognized the rationale behind your words, to some degree, at the very least. A small sigh of relief escaped you, quiet enough for only you to hear. “Wherever you’d like. I would say you should visit the hospital. I’m by no means a doctor, and I think someone else could help you more than I, but there would be a lot of - um, a lot of people there.”

“I’m not bleeding,” he replied quickly, as though that meant he wasn’t suffering from any sort of pain despite the brief look of agony on his face as he sat up, facing you directly. It was clear just as many thoughts were speeding around in his head as were in yours. As much as you wished he would accept the offer, deep down you were pretty certain he wouldn’t, and he confirmed this suspicion, continuing, “Is there somewhere without them?”

You didn’t need to ask what ‘them’ meant. “We have hotels,” you postulated, “but there are still a couple people there. You would get a room to yourself, though, and I could pay for it until we find you someplace better.”

“Don’t pay for me. I’m not going there anyways.”

Everything felt like it was falling apart once more. You were quickly running out of options and he was quickly running out of energy to deal with your thoughts. There was only one thing you had left to offer, really. And of all the things you had suggested, you knew, without a doubt, this one would never make it. You would leave the ship tonight, alone, knowing that somewhere in the seas, by the next morning, was a deeply scarred merman, likely subject to just as much torture as before. But you had to try. You couldn’t leave it at this. Not with your heart swollen inside of your chest, words raking their way up your throat. “I live alone.” You awaited his immediate rejection only to find none at all. “If you want a place with no people…you’ll have to stay somewhere until we can figure something out. It would just be me there. I don’t have friends over, and I’d be gone for awhile every week for school, so I think - that’s the closest I can get to somewhere that my kind isn’t. I would have to be there,” you repeated, letting everything flow, “but not for very long. So if you want to, you could come back with me.”

He stared at you, blankly, silently, for a few moments in which the only sound you could perceive was the thumping of your heart. “I’ll go with you.”

You were absolutely positive you hadn’t heard him right. He…would? He wasn’t going to disappear back into the sea? He wouldn’t continue to be harmed like that, never again, if you had so much as a single word’s say in it, safer than he had been in the ocean on land? There wasn’t an absolute hatred. No, hatred wasn’t right. His stoic expression could surely make it appear that way, definitely, but hatred was a misnomer. It was doubt. It had been doubt, all along.

“Take me there.”

Almost as though in a trance, you nodded, standing and extending an arm to help him up, which, surprisingly, he took, shifting to his feet and peering at the now slightly-ajar door. Nobody was left around, and you reassured him of it. You aided him into the passenger’s seat before heading around to the other side of your car and beginning to drive the familiar route from work back to home. “Jotaro,” you began after awhile of nothing but the sound of the radio, “you don’t have to answer me, but - is this your first time talking? To someone like me?”

His gaze fell at his feet. “If you mean other humans…no. I’ve been - caught, before.” He shifted to look out at the scenery that passed him by as you drove, almost like swimming but in air, unfamiliar sights somehow both intriguing and frightening him.

“I’m sorry. But please know…I won’t let it happen again.”

With a small exhale, he rested his elbow against the window, resting his head in his open palm and continuing, “Yare yare daze.”

Although he couldn’t see it, you eyeballed him as you found yourself in a line of traffic at a red light, knitting your eyebrows together. Where was he going with this?

“I’ve never spoken to someone like you, [y/n]. There hasn’t been anyone to show me…that humans can be like you.”

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 5 years

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In My Mind x 04

*Re-uploading because I've edited these to flow a little bit better. Thank you for your patience!

All the things one has forgotten

scream for help in dreams.

~Elias Canetti

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“So your plan is to use humiliation as a tool for blackmail? Uh uh, no.”

His eyebrows arch in challenge.

“I said no!”

You stare at Erik from your position on his couch and shake your head. His place is beautiful and spacious, the top floor of some building. If you had this, you’d be ecstatic. However, you can’t really enjoy the aesthetics as you’re exhausted from the back and forth of fussing with this guy. You’ve been going toe to toe with him over the same issue for the past twenty minutes and he is not taking no for an answer.

“You ain’t gotta do anything that’s gonna cloud ya innocence, you just gotta ride with me and try to focus in on him, that’s it. Then just tell me what you see.”

“For WHAT?”

He swore he was slick, but for what good purpose could he want to invade the privacy of someone else’s dreams?

“Nia, do you know what this muhfucka does all day? He kills niggas for a fuckin PAYCHECK! He’s the police chief and I’m bout sick of this shit happening to our people, ain’t you? Or do your MORALS detract from your compassion?”

Guilt. That’s his tactic.

“Don’t try to manipulate me into being your weapon. That’s not fair and you know it.”

“Babygirl, LIFE ain’t fair. It’s SHIT! Because the people who could do shit to help it, don’t do shit.”

That’s you apparently. Somehow this is becoming your fault.

“It’s not like I’m a kill him, I’m just gone give him some initiative to leave our people alone. I’m keeping the streets safe, something we both know people like him don’t give a damn about.”

His finger lifts your chin and his eyes are full of sincerity. You pull your face away from his hand. He’s sincere in his passion, but not his intentions, you can feel it.. an intense bloodlust.

“Nigga, I’m not dumb. You’re gonna kill him and then you’re gonna try and justify it saying he deserved it.. and he probably does! But what happens after that? You get another one in his place and this continues.”

“You ain’t sayin shit I don’t know. I told you, we just gone shake him up a bit. Wouldn’t you want someone to step in for you and yours?”

You eye him. It’s really late and you’re tired, but you know you can’t complain. This is a man who hardly sleeps because he’s seen too much to keep his eyes closed.. literally and figuratively.

“What’s the use of having power if you don’t use it to benefit your people?”

Ol’ super woke ass.

“I’ll make you a deal,” you say and he’s all ears. “I’ll try it. IF.. we go to sleep tonight and you actually sleep.”

Hesitantly, he takes your hand and guides you into his bedroom. Now it’s your turn to look about. The room is dark and masculine like you expected. It's fairly impersonal. There are no real personal touches. Other than a-

“Hey, that’s the journal from your dream,” you point out the worn leather journal on the nightstand. In his dream it was full of symbols that he seemed to understand. The journal obviously held strong purpose and direction for him.

He looks from the journal to you and collects it smoothly, moving it away from you. He doesn’t want you near it. Pressing your lips in a tight line you follow him with your eyes as he exits the room reappearing without the journal.

“You’re aware I’ve already seen some of what’s in there, I just can’t read it,” you deadpan. He pulls his shirt off and there are the little marks he showed you some of before. You knew you’d felt stabbing over your entire torso and now, bit by bit, you're beginning to understand what these marks really represent.

You walk back to the living room space to give him some privacy. He looked like he was ready to strip on the spot whether you stayed or left, gathering his things to shower. A minute later you hear another door close. So a minute or so after that, you determine that he must actually be in the shower. Time to explore. Popping your head back in his bedroom, he's gone. You don’t know where he put that journal so you can’t sneak and look at it.

Back in the living room you quickly walk through noting the dark paneled walls with white accents matching the dark floor, broken up by floor to ceiling glass windows. The glass is thick, you can tell. The outside sky, black. Very dark and semi-gloomy, befitting of a villain’s lair. This is the penthouse.

The living room looks like it can seat twenty with its large white couches and arm chairs. The open kitchen maintains the black theme with its wall of black drawers and trap doors hiding appliances. There's the black island with black bar stools.. liquor in sight. It’s all impersonal, yet sleek.

The only character you can see is in the traditional African masks crafted in wood or iron and the paintings alternating and strategically lining the walls that aren’t black panels.

Then there’s the bookcase and the game system. You go to the bookcase. There's The New Jim Crow. Assata. Emmett Till. Mechanical Engineering. Xhosa, Russian, and German dictionaries. Taxes and financial literacy, law books.. steep, pretty steep. Picking up the Xhosa dictionary you flip through it. The symbols match what you saw in the journal and you decide that if you ever get the chance, you’re decoding that worn out journal. You put the dictionary back like you found it and walk further into his home. He has a ridiculous amount of space.. and money aparently.

Your sixth sense tingles and you dash silently back to the living room, making sure to breathe and act normal. A few minutes later Erik rounds the corner waving you back towards him. You follow him back into the bedroom and he hands you a t-shirt.

“Shower’s all yours. Sleep in this, we’ll get you some clothes tomorrow.”

—

The steaming cascade was restorative. You silently rejoiced under the stream. Many people underestimate the wonders of a hot waterfall and privacy, but not you. You were thankful. The bathroom was so large it could’ve been a spa room or a multi-stalled toilet. You towel off and put the t-shirt on. It goes just past your butt, modest enough if you don’t bend over. Your energy saps you all of a sudden and you double over on the sink feeling your exhaustion. You just want to sleep.

You walk back to the bedroom and Erik is in the bed, eyes closed. No wonder. It’s partially your own exhaustion and partially the pull.

You slide underneath the comforter and top sheet fighting the urge to cuddle him for your own comfort. Your arms feel empty and wanting. You turn your back to him to counteract that feeling and slip under a veil of p i t c h b l a c k...

Ghanaian ceremonial mask used for religious and mythical purposes. Benin mask of Queen Mother Idia. She has a beaded headress and her scarification is like yours, something these white people will never understand but like to pretend they’re the experts on. So, how is it they ended up with OUR shit? The FUCKIN British Empire. And here go this pilgrim looking broad, like clockwork. Drink up, bitch.

“Good morning! How can I help you?”

Fake ass. You been watching me like this shit ain’t all encased in glass. If I were a normal citizen how would I get into the shit, Karen?

“I’m just checking out the artifacts.. They tell me you’re the expert.”

“You could say that.”

Uhuh, that coffee real good ain’t it, Susan?

“They’re beautiful.. Where’s this one from?" Of course, she answers. Knowing every fuckin thing. "Forreal?” You stall her.

Dumbass.

“And what about this one?… Now, tell me about this one.”

“Also from Benin, 7th century. Fula tribe, I believe.”

You 'believe'... Time to end this.

“Nah. It was taken by British soldiers in Benin, but it’s from Wakanda.. and it’s made of vibranium.”

THERE'S the realization in her eyes. Too late though. You fight a smile, but it wins.

“Don’t worry, I’m a take it off your hands.”

“These items aren’t for sale!”

The damn irony. All this knowledge of history and she ignores the fact that they NEVER were for sale.

“How you think your ancestors got these? You think they paid a fair price? Or did they take it like they took everything else? You got all this security watching me since I came in, but you not checking for what you put in your body… CALL A DOCTOR!”

Her body drops to the ground and a team of men in yellow reflective gear charge in. Gunshots and more useless bodies hit the floor. This is what you’ve been waiting for. One shooter, a white man with a grey bald fade and tattoo on the back of his head, lets a guy go and you think of going after him until he caps him mid-run.

“Why you ain’t just shoot him right here,” you question.

“Because it’s better to leave the crime scene more spread out. Makes us look like amateurs.”

Nigga what the fuck? It’s okay I’m bout done with your ass anyway. Just get me and Lynda to Wakanda.

Jetplane. Black girl. Intense feelings. You love her. She’d die for you. For the vision. She’s the Bonnie to your Clyde, all you need and the future queen of Wakanda. She’s beside you like a queen should be, holding her own.

“Drop us off in Wakanda.”

The grey haired man declines but somehow you knew he would. There’s a gun in your hand and you raise it to shoot the pilot. You should’ve shot the grey haired man first. Now he has your world in his hands and there’s a gun to her head.

“Baba?”

The mulitated body of your father soaked and lying in a pool of crimson. You wrap yourself around him trying to bring him back, every tear a prayer. You’d give anything.

“I’m sorry, Erik,” she pleads. No “Don’t kill me” or “Save me” just “I’m sorry.” She knew this could happen, but you’d miscalculated.

“If that happens, shoot me and KILL him. No matter what, keep going,” she’d told you when you were planning the takeover of Wakanda. You were so confident when you kissed her that it would never come to that. The gun stalls in your hand for the briefest of seconds and then you remember…

Everybody dies.. It's just life around here. None of you are exempt.

“It’s okay,” you say sending her a bullet as cleanly and painlessly as you can. Her body drops and the grey haired man is next.

Everybody leaves. Everybody dies. It's just how it is.

You’re numb.

A whirl of color and a throne room.

"IS THIS YOUR KING?!" The question burns in your throat as you look at the faces.

Blood. Sweat. Ritual combat on top of a high waterfall and you almost bust your ass grabbing that nigga and tossing him to his death. Bombs are exploding. Fire rises and releases its choking smoke. The stench of decay fogs the air. Blood and dirt.

“SHOOT HIM, STEVENS!”

I’LL KILL THAT SMILING MUHFUCKA!

The screams of fear. A crowd of Wakandans blind to the world’s suffering. To your suffering. You swing and keep swinging and you bring it all down, but it gets back up.

A knife jabs and plunges deeply into you but it doesn’t hurt as much as the realization that you’ve failed.

Everything is gone. And for what? You tried your best. Your whole life and it wasn’t good enough. All your life to get here and it’s where you die.

“I should’ve taken you back long ago,” a familiar voice cuts in. You've missed him more than life. “Instead we are both abandoned here.”

Baba.. the lost tribe. But are we truly lost?

“Well, maybe your home’s the one that’s lost that’s why they can’t find us.”

You pull the knife from your body and collapse only to wake up in a lab. A little black girl with braids in two buns like Princess Leia.. standing beside the nigga who killed you staring intently.

“Erik?… Erik… It’s Nia.”

Nia?

“I’ve been here. I saw it all.”

Nia

“Erik, you didn’t fail. We know about Wakanda today because of your sacrifice. They are reaching out to blacks in Cali, and now I understand why. Even if the world doesn’t know, THEY know. I know. And YOU know. You’re a hero. An antihero, but a hero nonetheless.”

Don’t patronize me

“I’m dead serious.”

I’m waking up now

“Wait-” Your eyes flutter open slowly and adapt to the light coming through the window. That dream was.. insane. To think that this is his life. You wouldn’t have made it through all of that. You turn over and almost have a heart attack. His face is close and his eyes stare into yours, filtered in calm. Though awkward, this is progress from the last time he woke up.

“Good morning,” he mumbles in a deep voice that goes directly through you. Keep it together, Nia. You’re self-conscious of your breath so you stay silent. Humor lights his eyes and they squint adorably. Not a word you’d normally attribute to this man.

“What your hair look like under that lacefront?” He smirks.

Annnnd he ruined it.

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thefloatingstone · 5 years

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I really like your blog! I specifically like the stuff you reblog because it's so in tune with my interests that I can browse for hours while forgetting that this is in fact NOT my dashboard! I hope you're feeling better and talking to someone.

Thank you very very much, Anon! That’s really flattering, and I’m really glad you find my blog so enjoyable. Sometimes I worry I reblog too much and that people may only be following me for my art and become disappointed by my blog as a whole. So it’s really nice to hear.

It’s been a couple of weeks, so I am feeling better, thank you. And I am talking to somebody, I promise

Thank you, anon

It’s really rough, I won’t lie. And it’s been rough for a very long time. But I do hear you on the “it’s impossible to NOT find somebody who’ll click with me.” But I do sometimes fall into the thinking of “how is it possible that there are 7 billion people out there and I seem to struggle in finding anyone irl to even have a conversation with.” But that’s a thought pattern I don’t really want to entertain right now.

Also, it sounds weird to say, but thank you for saying it’ll get worse before it gets better. Because that kinda.... makes it feel more real, you know? It’s way too easy for my brain to just think nice things people say are “empty platitudes”. So when something feels a little more down to earth, it hits me a little harder. So thank you.

Thank you so much @under-the-dragonz-tail. Things are better now. At least for right now. But thank you for sticking with me while I was in a really bad place, and for reach out.

Thank you Anon.

thank you

Thank you @nina-thegamergirl And thank you for the good vibes and sending me some kind words. Nothing has changed yet, but I’m hanging in there a little better now. Thank you for messaging me and making me feel less alone and isolated

@torrikor We may not talk a lot but I still consider you a friend

This legit made me crack a tiny little bit the first time I read it.

Thank you Anon

Thank you @vass-junk It’s really difficult to try and fight feelings when they punch down that hard, but things are better now, at least for now. And thank you for caring about me, even if just in a tumblr fandom sense.

Thank you so much @sin-cognito Things are better now.

While I was trapped in a pit of depression and literally could not keep up with tumblr and did nothing but stare at youtube for 2 days straight, I couldn’t remember who said these things, but somewhere in that pit my brain was clinging onto the things you mentioned, specifically “nobody can predict what tomorrow brings” and how you pointed out that all my negative thoughts all started with “I feel”. So while in that terrible mindset, those two things really hit me and gave me some sort of grounding, and I remembered them clearly despite the rest of those 2 days being kind of a blur.

So I sincerely want to thank you very much for that. It definitely helped, probably more than you realise even after hearing me trying to explain it.

Thank you for being there, and for sending me this message, and for looking out for me and showing me that in whatever way, I’m not completely and utterly alone, even if I am all by myself.

oof. I know that feel. That’s been happening a lot lately.

Thank you @readingatdawn7. And thank you for writing something even after tumblr tried to sabotage you! The move was really hard coming off the back of a year of really hard things. I’m still not sure if it will be alright in this town, but I’ve been making plans and taking steps to change things and I hope they can come to fruition soon.

@legademacinderheart It’s more than just consolation, believe me. And even if online connects can’t replace ones in real life, they do a TOn just to let me know there ARE people out there who actually exist in real life who actually do care, even if just through fandom or because I can draw.

I don’t think I fully realise how lucky I am to have that, and how much worse it could have been if I didn’t.

@xxtc-96xx Thanks TC!

Thank you @itmestine and honestly? Even if it took a year and a half, it’s somehow comforting to hear it happened at all. I still don’t know if it’s even possible for me to find some form of irl friendship here, but I am trying. It’s difficult, but I’m making an effort not to spend all of my time in my room working. Even if it’s just driving to the mall to get groceries or going to a favourite place to eat. I am making a large effort not to just sit by myself all the time.

Somebody suggested getting into a DnD game which can be a good way to meet people. But I haven’t tried it yet. I’m concerned about asking on the town’s facebook page because I’m worried I’ll get marked as some sort of “““satanist”““ for wanting to play DnD. But I’m also worried about starting my own game and inviting people to it because I don’t know how to DM and I feel I’m too awkward and shy to be the person heading a game.

I’m going off topic now though. Thank you for sharing with me. It does give me a little bit of hope.

@54viruses Have I told you how jazzed I am that you’re on tumblr now? Because I am really REALLY jazzed to see you on tumblr!! I was REALLY happy and excited when I saw your avatar pop up on my notifs here! And I’m super happy to see you around

And thank you so much man. And I legit can’t even believe you remember the mayo rice balls. Holy shit.

(I still love them)

@sketchehkimmeh Honestly? that whole “go to a coffee shop” thing just to be around people even if not directly interacting is a really good idea. A coffee shop I really like is moving to the mall around the corner from me, and I’m hoping once they open I can start spending a lot of time there, if only to write fanfics or something. (I’m hoping a change in environment might help the writing thing)

And don’t worry, I am seeing a therapist and he’s helping me with stress management and anxiety problems. He can’t really help me meet other people, but it’s at least one extra person I can speak to.

Thank you for sending me some words of encouragement.

And thank you to everyone else as well. I know I’ve had bad spots in the past before, but this was.... probably the worst I’ve had. I certainly can’t remember being that low before. I’ve never reached a point where I literally shut down and couldn’t do anything but watch youtube while lying in bed for 2 days straight.

Your messages did help though. I read them on my phone as I was notified of them, even though I didn’t have the energy to scroll through tumblr. I don’t know if I fall into that headspace again if I feel they’d be as effective as I do re-reading them while I’m feeling better, but I remember in my fugue state that your words and messages and just the very very simple fact that people cared enough to SAY things to me helped an enormous deal, even if it just meant it chased away dark thoughts and the adrenaline pumping through me for 5 minutes, it was 5 minutes feeling better than I had been previously.

So that you again. I’m sorry I took so long to respond. I was in no condition to do so when you guys sent these, and when I started feeling better I just wanted to ignore those feelings and try get back to normal again.

But thank you.

#C-Puff answers #long post #Anonymous

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is-i-halloween-yet · 7 years

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The End of All Things: Chapter 03 (Antisepticeye X Reader)

Anti X Reader Part 3

(AN: Okay the text thing was weird so here are Anti’s thoughts: Damn not this again. Just let her move. A sign of life. Please.. Just- I don’t even know what happened. If she’ s not gonna wake up, I’ll just go into her head. This better work Y/N. Sleep. I’m coming.)

Triggers: Language, Violence, Nightmares, and Unknown Numbers

"C'mon Y/N you have to drink!" I hollered at her unconscious form while I attempted to open her jaw enough to pour the drink down when I felt more blood pour from her nose.

"D̰͔͍̪̜̦̆͗͟͡A̴̖͉̟̩͎̙̟ͨͫ̒̍̕͜M̸͇̖ͬ̑͛͜N̶̪̹͓̗̥̯̭̳ͥ̊̉ͦ͢I̷̡͈̣̰͕̳͎ͯ͋͠Ţ̵̢͓̘͕͉̺̞̔ ̿ͭ̃͆͌ͦ͋̀҉̻̥͎̥̺N̴͓͙̞͚̟͋ͦ͞Ŏ̵̟̩ͪͬ͂͢T͉̼͌ͪ͐ͪͩ̒̈̋ͫ͡͡ͅ ̼̫̗̹͌̆ͣ̉ͧ̚T̨̪̪͖̞̯͎͙̽͟Ḩ̱͈̬͈̯͈͇̐͊̄ͣ̐ͧ̀̇ͣ͟I̶̳̺̔ͩ̾ͩS̠͍̰̱̫̄̏̈ͤͦ̍ͮ̾ͣ͟͠͠ ̉͛̈͑ͯ҉̶̱̬̗̦͢Ȃ̷̦̖̗̪̰̌̋̾͗͘G̤̗̠͚̠̹̹͆̅̌̓͊̋ͥ͆͡ͅĂ͇̩̙̫̓ͥͮ̂̓ͥͣ̏I̸̧͕̦͈͙̪̮ͦͣ̑͗N̶̝̅ͫͤ́͆͢"

Hearing the glitch in ny voice rise i restrained and physically drew myself back, "Just a few tissues."

The moment the blood from her nose had fallen back at the ball, the power had fizzed out. The screams of all the mortals being to overwhelming I took her and got her home, hoping she’d wake.

Her worst condition being her movement... Or lack of. The only way of telling that she was alive was the small rise and fall of her shoulders. Other than that, her body was limp and nothing I could do would wake her up. I had tried human remedies (even splashing water on the back of her neck) then attempted anything with my abilities. Nothing. All I could do it lay her on the bed, taking off the first few layers so she was only in her under-gown and wait. And wait.

J̘̮͉̓̀u̯̩̬͆̋s̯̝͙̮̗͋̇͆̏ͣ̊͠ţ̺̗͙̉̓ͤͤ͒ ̻̹̖̣̼͉̬ͬ͑̅͑l͇͎̂̏ͅe̶̮̐̐́̌͐t̶̻ͩͤͤ̆̋͌ ̢̥̯ͯh͚̲͚̝͈̯͖ͦ͊e͍̣̤r̜ͤ̐ ̸̰͖̞͉̼̣͖̍͒ M̡̢̺̩̺͚̳̫̣͚̤̫̊̐͛̿͒̄͒͡͡O̩̲̘͎̩͉͒̈́̆͗͆̉͘͢͠V̷̴̝̥͈͉̈́ͬ̓̒̈̂̿͗̄ͯ͊̇̇ͥ̒͆̀̀̕E̷ͪ̄̃ͨ̔̑̌ͫ҉̳̲̜̤̖̖͍̣̹̼̻̫̥̖͙̟̲͍̀̕..

. À̴̤ ̦̙̹̯̳ś̨̭̦̤͚͡i̡̢̤̲̬̹͈͕̘͝g͏̪͕̱͠ͅn̶̡̗̮̰̳ ̶͏̗̮̣͔̲̫ǫ̛͚͉͔̰̫̤̞͖f͔̘ ̲̣̟̬̭͠͞ͅl͈̲̗͍͉í̟͖̟f̞̞ͅe̮̺͢͞͝.̙̜̰.̶̵̷͓̖̭͍̪̻̼͍͔.̸̢̠͍̙ ̞͖̪͉̀͢P̲̝̼̭̕͡l͇̯̺͔̣͙͟e̲̭̞͢ą҉̢̩̜͓͎s҉̩͕̣͚͟e̳̭̱̝͍̕.͈̟͟͡͠ ̤͓͕̤̼͡J̢̧̛̭̗͉u̶̧̠̲̥͘s҉̘͎͓̗̟͉̫͢t̩̪̤̦͚͟͢͠.̸̨̧͖͕ ͈̳̻̗̣̼̬̹̩͠ ..

I͝ ̀do̕n'͜t̀ ev͏e͡n ͏know ̛wh̀a͘t͠ ͡ha̷p͘p͘ened̴ ̢

Defeated, I kicked her bedside and looked back down at the form seeing no reaction. Frustration in me build as I let out a growl and allowed my head to twitch for a few minutes, allowing the rage to die down before I lied down beside her, wrapping my arm around her limp form.

I̝͙̹͓̊̐̐̆̾ͧf̛̲̭͚͔ͬ̃ͦ̓ͪ̒̐ ̱̗͋̓ͧͫ̍̏ͫͅs̬̜͑ͨͯ͞h̗̭̠̆ͪͣͩ̀͞e̖̰̞͓͔̻̣ͮ̾̐ͨ͌'̮̤͕̻͎̘̐ͪͪ́́s̩̰͑͑ͤ́͆ͭ ̻̬͍̫̞ͭͯ͑̉̒͟n̴͖͍͖̪̠̺̬ͭ͗͐̒̒o̞̝t̷̤͙̗̞̍ͨ ͋҉ĝ̙̣͍̑ͭ̅ͭ̽̚õ̉̓ǹ̜̗̟̤̓̑̂n͛͛̈̏͒̍̌a͓͈͇̲̽̈͌̃ ̱̭̖̘̇ͅw͈͉ͤ͂ͩ͛ͫ͠a͎̮͇k̛̦͔̜̮̜̞ͫͤ͋ͬͥ̏̚e̢͙̳̦͌̐̈́̎͊ͩ ̋ͩ̀ͬ͛́ǔ͂͠p͖͔̤̌̇̇ͩ͌̉͊͢,̴͕ͥͮ͗͆̊͑ͨ ͭ̾͏̪I̴͍̼̟̹̺̺̜'̦̝̫̤̫̗͍̿̅ͨ̄ͮl͒ͪ̀͏̞̫͓̻ͅl̷͔̦͙̣̦̼̺ ͙͖̝͎͓͑̽̋ͫ̾g̷̱̻̼o͍̱͚͖͌ͬ͋ͭͣ̚ ̺̤̣͙̹̤̞̋î͓ͤͣ̈́ͨͫň͉̘̻͇͖́t̬̯͒ͦ̇͠o̼̙̬͚͐̎̃́ͧ ̴̪̃ͤ͆̂ͭͨ͛h̞͙̥͐̈́̉̉ͮ̽ͪͅͅè̖̰ͫr̠̼̭͒ͅͅ ̛ͨḧ́̌͗ȅ̵̝͍̳̞̬͓̀̓a͒̍̇͆d

It was an ability all figments could learn with enough training, but no one could control them (unless you name was Darky) only interact with the host. That being said for people who weren't Dark, it took a lot of energy to get into the dreams and just as much to get out. It was almost like upon choosing to enter, you wouldn't wake until your host so to say woke. And if they didn't, well... T̀͑̒

̠͔͙̹̲͍̰ͤ̐͌̓̇̃hͮ̓ͤͦͤ̚͟҉̱͓͇̬̤̫ͅi͕̯̙̹̳̝̼̺͐̂ͧͫ̅̾ͅs̴͚͈̹̺͕̩̪̗̃͌̃͢ ͈͚̦̯̮̽̈̂ͫ͡͝b̊͆̍͞͏͎͙̠̞̗̖̭e̪̗͖̜̣̫͊ͮ͛͞ͅt͔͙̭̣͖̺̲͚̥̿͂̿͛ͭ͋̎̎̚͘͟͡ţ̖̬͓̹ͯ̋ͬͧ̕͟ȩ̵̛͈͓͔ͩ͒̐r̵̒̐ͣ̚͏͕̙̙̺̹̭͕ ̤̹͙͎̔͂̽̀̕ẃ̘̲̬͕̦́ȯ͓̜̠̓ͬ͟͜r͇͙̳͈̦̬ͣ̿̓ͣ͘͝k͖͖̦͖͎͙͍͇ͮ͟.̶͉̯͇̠̩̮̪̯͂ͦͭ͒̾ ̣̦̠̻̗̗̾͊͆͐̃̚͠ ̮͇͈̩̯͔̍̔̋̏̅͋ͪ̂Y̢̤̩̌͂͘/͇͍̍̆͊́͋́Ń̢̛͚ͮ̽͂ͥ͑.̷̭̭̆̿̔̚̕

.ͬͭ̚҉̢̟̱͓̕.

̨̟͉̺̟̞ͦ͞͠ ̶̵̰͚̥̋ͭͬ̌ͅSͩ̽̎͞҉̪̰̤̝w̃̆ͯ̂̐ͮͥ͏̺̥̞͘ê̗̩̜̄̃͌ͫ͋͜ȩ̱̲ͩ͗̎̇t̶̷̥̮͌ͦͤ̌́ ̍̌̐͂͝͏̰̯̼̲ͅ

.̴̛̼͕̘̀ͬ͑͂̇͋.̷̞͎̳̱͎̮̀̄͛ͭ̀̑ͣ̕͘ ̧̏͏̴̦̘͔ ̵̰͚̲̮̝͖ͭ͜I̸̢̥̝̱̳ͦ̅̚̕'͙̩̹̠͒ͮ͑̇̚͠m̶͖̲͕͕̤̐̋͒̍̒̂͢ ̴̢̞̤̓ͣ͐̐ͬͤ̈́̉͘c͙͔̼̹͚̝̟͚ͥͯ̍͝ơ̳̲̿͒ͣ̈̓̇͐͋̕m̛̼̫͇͖̗̼̯̰̄̈͗̏̌͑ͪ̈́͘i̶̡̭̬̙̮̩̗͇̤͈ͥ̄̉ͪn̞̘̤̻͚͉̐̾ͯ̇g̯ͭ̔ -

(Your POV ((FOR THE FIRST TIME E V E R))

It was so dark. So... Cold.

I was trapped on the ballroom , all the dancing couples surrounding me and trapping me in the center, though Anthony was no where to be seen and I was only in my underdress. Still I remained calm as they moved like clockwork to the string section, this large clock signaling movement with clicks. With every hour they stopped and laughed, trapping me in the center before they began their mechanical movement all over again. But as the clock struck midnight, their laughing echoed by something else.

The slice of a blade on my palm.

Then on my arm.

My calf.

My leg.

My stomach.

My cheek.

Anywhere their blades could hit me

Hourly another strike but I wouldn't let myself fall no matter how they stung or how deep the slits were. I keep going, standing strong no matter the deep slit or how much of the white gown remained.. Then suddenly, I felt something... I don't know why but something compelled me, basically forced me to let go, suddenly bursting into a howl of sobs and screams. But the clock had chimed it's thousandth hour and the laughter got worse and I couldn't move. Instead I collapsed to the ground, clutching my screaming head and panting as the figurines did there dance around me, but I couldn't be bothered as they pushed me against the wall. Movement stopping as they only slashed and laughed, now every minute.

Tick... Tock... Slash... Tick... Tock...Slash...Tick...Tock...Slash

"Y/N!"

Anthony?

"Help me!" I screamed out as loud as I could, though the noise and hollar was enough for the figures to look, their heads tilting back and forth parting so they could corner me, doing a creepier laugh than before. "Anthony! HELP ME PLEASE!"

For a while, nobody came. I felt like my sanity was being drained from my bones. Then as if answer my prayers, a hand was placed on my shoulder and I looked up to meet the neon green hair and the same mask as before. He smiled, gently rubbing my back before sending the creatures a look that made them freeze in their place and carrying me off and out of the brightly lit hall into a dimmed darkness that was oddly tranquil.

"You can cry." He assured you, stopping suddenly and sitting on the ground, loosening his grip but not setting me down, his eyes never faltering with mine before I closed them while I toyed with the mask, "You're okay now."

I sobbed into his chest, he took me in his arms “I-I-I” All I could do was sob while he hugged me, humming a small song that slowly eased the tears as I began to drift into slumber, my hands not leaving the strings.

“Let sleep overcome you, Y/N... You are okay now.. You’ll be okay.”

"Y/N." A soft voice said I continued to toy with the strings on the back of his mask while he rubbed my back. "Y/N! What are you doing?" I opened my eyes, seeing another Anthony behind me. Panic filling my bones, only then I undid the strings did the creature revel it's shadowed face, sticking a knife through my stomach. The other figure chased the shadow, until it disappeared and approached me as I coward away. "Y/N... Your fine. Hey look. I-" He looked at me, removing the mask as if to show he wasn't one of those creatures as he made more steps towards me still with failure.

I whined and cried, cowering, trying to pull the blade out making him want to come closer "S-St-Stay away..."

“Y/N... It’s me I-” He looked shocked, shaking his head and looking down. Silence fell as he looked in thought, but never straying his gaze from my eyes in a for that was unnerving. He spoke up suddenly causing me to jump as he inched closer, kneeling when close enough "Her heart was... No... Her heart-- is given him, with all its love and truth. She would- Dammit. Shit. "

"She would joyfully- joyfully..."

He ran to me, pulling the blade out, taking my shaking bloody hands as we both continued, "She would joyfully die with him, or, better die for him. She knows he has failings, but she thinks they have grown up through his being like one cast away, for the want of something to trust in, and care for, and think well of."

“D-Dicken’s...” I smiled up at him as he crawled over, “You.. You remembered.. I-You..”

There was something about him.. Something...

He picked my weak body up and placed me on his lap, rubbing my weak and bloodied body. "It's just a dream... You can wake up any time you want..."

I fell into a coughing fit, blood coming out of my mouth of which he quickly wiped away as I touched his face, a trail of blood in the place of were my fingers touched "I... I know you..." I looked down, blinking as I coughed again. "I-"

"Sushhh..." He rubbed my back, toying with strands my hair before he placed his hands on my stomach only for me to scream and kick around a bit before he shushed again.

"Damnit.. Y/N... Im sorry. I can’t do anything.." He echoed my action with blood following his trace while he stroked my cheek, "Just relax until you wake up. Nothing will happen until you wake up.." I struggled a bit and he held me tighter. "You'll wake up soon en-"

I felt bad for cutting him off but couldn't help but kick and flail as a hot iron like pain overwhelmed my head. Like it was being pulled apart, burned, every piece of it slowly and all at once. Like it was being examined and pushed and torn for results. The screaming may have been much, but I couldn't restrain. It was enough of a seering pain that even if it hurt I could feel myself blacking out, ignoring the words from the familiar face as he whispered words I couldn't hear in my ear, a static over coming my vision and hearing

"You little whore." My room mate scoffed as she entered while I blinked my eyes, feeling a cold sensation around me and I turned to expectation to see the body of the man from last night hugging me, instead only finding sheets. Again, Nadia shook her head in disgust, "I mean provs, little miss innocent finally broke but still-"

I clutched my head, whining as it still hurt a bit "Where'd he go?"

"Hungover too huh? Fantastic!"

"Nadia..." I looked at her with pleading eyes, "please."

She sighed, looking down with an unreadable expression, "I literally ran into him leaving when I got here." She looked at me pitifully before standing up leaving me alone to what I assumed she thought I was going to break down.

Instead I grabbed my phone to find a text from an unknown number.

UN: Answers?

UN: The park in front of your childhood home

UN: You can trust me, Y/N

UN: I promise

#anti #anti imagine #anti imagines #anti x reader #antisepticeye x reader #antisepticeye imagine #antisepticeye imagines #antisepticeye #jacksepticeye

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chocobo-sunshine · 7 years

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I'm surprised you haven't been flooded with requests because you're a good writer. But if this hasn't been done already, if the main four turned evil/against the Light, how would they be? Would they still be able to love, etc?

First of all, thank you so much for your request ~.You see, I started this blog just three days ago, and I’m not even sure on how should I run this little piece of my soul. I only had two requests, and that was because I asked for it — still, I’m so happy I did because, as I said, I love to write, but it feels so much better when I get to do it for others, in order for them to read that.I’d like to apologise once more for my mistakes and repetitions, for English is not my first language.Thank you, again, I hope I don’t disappoint you in this. ♥(It took so long I didn’t post anything else in my blog today, I’m really so sorry. ;;I hope you like it, even though this is EXTREMELY harsh, I believe. Feel free to say to me “That sucks!”, ‘cause it really does.)

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• PromptoI think he would be the most likely to fall in darkness. He has suffered so much in his life, all that pain and loneliness, but I feel he was at the limit of endurance. What if his heart stumbled for a moment too long? What if, in the moment where he was the most vulnerable, he decided to stop fighting and re-joined what was once fated to be his destiny?

He would succumb to his own mind tricking him, making him join the forces of Nifleheim as a Magitrooper, as he was once created for. He would be the most powerful of all those soulless robots, still carrying a sparkle of conscience within him, the one thing that makes him the most dangerous. For he was once human, he knows how to make them suffer, and cry, and scream, all under the freezing cold blue gaze of his eyes.

This would not be the real Prompto, though. It would be just as if he was trapped in a dark and cold cage, as if he found shelter in his own suffering. His mind would be quite entirely sealed away, letting his body and actions completely controllable. A puppet slipped in the grip of the wrong side of the chessboard.

Though he seems to have abandoned all trace of humanity, his heart would still be the one of the cheerful guy who smiled at his dark life, bearing it all without complaining. The strength deep inside him would never abandon him, or betray him. Just as his friends.

They would never cease to search for him, for their joyful Chocobo lover. They know they have to be four, the four of them, to be complete. Even when his actions began to slowly reveal his identity, they would never stop to care for him.

I believe Prompto’s heart would continue to love, if allowed to. And I believe his friends, his dearly beloved friends, would come up with a solution to bring him back, because that’s what, deep inside, Prompto wishes the most: his wrecked heart just needs to feel the joy of the sun again.

• IgnisThe gentle and clear-minded Ignis would not have turned against Light in his past, never. He was the most loyal, faithful to Noctis’s cause, and ready to give all he has to fight for it. Until the day he loses his sight.

Even if he never speak about it, even if he never, never, complains about it, it must be so hard for him. It must be difficult to rely only on his other senses when sight was his favourite one, it must be so painful to be forced to abandon the crystal clear sense of him, it must be so wrecking to feel to be a burden for everyone else, causing them so much trouble. It could have destroyed his mind.

The deep depression in which he fell when he realises he will not be the same again is nothing to be taken lightly. He is proud of what he did to fulfil his duty and let Noctis go on with his journey, but all that darkness around him is just too much. Not even his friends’ words can help him, nor the last glimmer of hope inside him can relieve his pain, and it just fades away.

His bad condition, though, never lets him go. He would just abandon the group, at some point, letting himself rest somewhere far from all kind of human contact.

He might be approached by Ardyn while living in his own suffering, and offered a brand new pair of fully functioning eyes. What does he have to lose, now?

Without anyone knowing it, or even suspect it, he would follow him, and get his new Magitek eyes — a dark crimson colour, but cloudy, reflecting his hollow soul.

He would start working for him. Ardyn surely knows how to talk to people, even more how to evaluate those whom he needs. Ignis, or what’s left of him, would just accept it, as he accept passively everything that happens at this point.

Not even when his life companions, always concerned for his condition, find him in Zagnautus, he turns back. He’s changed now, emptied from deep inside. He would never return the same again.

• GladiolusWhen he left the group to find a new strength, nobody ever thought he wouldn’t come back. Not the way he did, at least.

He never came back to his friends. They didn’t even try to contact him. But why would they? Gladio was the first one to leave, after all.

When Gladiolus, the ever courageous and fierce big guy, intended to protect the Prince, but also his friends, felt insecure and worthless for the first time in his life, he decided to leave the others, in order to became even stronger, and be able by then to protect his family.

Still, it felt strange. It was a brand new sensation for him, a horrendous sensation. He tried to get rid of it, fighting back the urge to scream and run away from everything, slaying every creature that happened to be in a bad place in the worst of times.

The irreparable happened when, travelling alone, he pushed himself nearly at the end of the known world. Nobody knows what occurred back then, but sure is that Gladio faced an incredibly strong and relentless opponent, who left tremendous scars painted on his whole body. He even nearly lose an arm for that fight, and only the Six know how he managed to stay alive at that juncture.

He prayed the Gods, as he never did before, but found himself neglected and abandoned. Nobody ever answered his angered screaming calls.

Once recovered, in the urge of becoming stronger, of proving his worth to the world, he lost sight of what was his first purpose. He became like a wild animal, careless of any living form. Only through slayer, he would relieve his anger, and that same anger pushed him even far beyond humanity, making him kill a hunter in his mission. He laughed on how easy it had been.

Darkness inside him started to take over him, and he became a true beast.

A true Daemon.

He now ravages the whole Eos, sowing dread and horror wherever he pass. The world now surely knows his strength.

• NoctisHe starts feeling himself falling when Luna dies.

He could bear the loss of his dad, his town, all he has known. He really could, he managed to. But when he hears Ignis stating her departure, he can’t help but feeling himself cracking. Literally.

Nothing is the same from now on, his thoughts constantly directed to the things he lost, more than those things he needs to take back.

He would continue on his journey, though, but he keeps failing. Ignis’s ruined, because he failed; Prompto’s lost, because he failed; Gladio’s in anger, of course.

Why would anyone have all those high expectation for him? He was chosen by the Crystal, yes, but was he really the Prince of Light that everyone awaited? “All this journey is just a swirl into pain”, he thinks, but he has to go on. At least, to regain what’s his.

… Even if not in the right way.

He’s determined to let it all come to an end, but he doesn’t believe in the Six nor in the Crystal anymore. He just loses faith in them, it’s not something that can be explained. Everything that happened to him conducted him not in gaining strength, but in accumulating regret and sorrow.

When it comes to take back the throne, he does defeat Ardyn, but… He just can’t feel like bringing back the dawn. Actually, there’s barely no one to enjoy it, so instead of dying, why don’t just live his life as the King of the Eternal Night?

OH EM GEE This tourned out so much longer then expected

#final fantasy xv #please #save my soul #ffxv #request #answered #prompto #prompto argentum #noctis #noctis lucis caelum #gladiolus amicitia #gladio #ignis #ignis stupeo scientia #angst

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emcon-imagines · 3 years

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Hey Em, hope you're doing well 💛 thanks so much for all the aos fics!!!

🎶 song requests - send me song recommendations and I’ll send some back The pretty reckless only love can save me now!! Marina venus fly trap. Marina numb. Kylie Minogue dance floor darling. Barbara Streisand windmills of your mind. Twenty one pilots ode to sleep. Aly and AJ attack. Judy Garland San Francisco. 🎼

call in - rant, tell a story, talk about a crush

I'm over tired and anxious atm and got a little irritated by the double standards of a post that went along the lines of my religion and faith is inherently homophobic and just bad in general this kinda stuff has the tendency to annoy me because it's literally the exact opposite because if someone truly tries to follow my religion they literally believe that God is present in every single person because he made us in his image (even people who do really terrible things like murder etc) and that the purpose of life is to look out for each other so that we may meet again and share a Kingdom of peace together and I'm literally a lesbian! sorry for the rant but it just annoys me that some people in one group are like you can't be here because lesbian...and the other group who is self acclaimed to be more loving and accepting are like you can't be here either because you love God and try to practice your beliefs like honestly what the heck!? And then I got a shady message from some creep on this, went onto his blog to block and made the terrible mistake of scrolling down his blog a bit to suss out wether I should report him or not and all I succeeded in doing was further upsetting myself

Anyway apologies for spewing my garbage here, also from that question list how many pairs of shoes do you own? 👡

Ok your music taste seems to perfectly intersect with mine and I added like a ton of your recommendations to my current listening playlist. Here are a few songs I recommend!!

mars - YUNGBLUD

Disco Man - Remi Wolf

Feed The Birds / The Place Where Lost Things Go - Evynne Hollens

Claudia Lewis - M83

Found My Friends - Hayley Kiyoko

Put On Your Sunday Clothes - from “Hello Dolly!”

In regards to your call in, I can totally feel for you, as someone else who was also raised religious and is part of the queer community. I don’t think you could have summarized my own thoughts any better and how I ended up reconciling my beliefs with my sexuality.

It’s a super cliché verse but Psalm 139:14 is 100% a place that I found validation and reconciliation, and though I am not trans myself, I think a lot about a quote by Daniel M. Lavery in his book “Something That May Shock and Discredit You” in which he writes:

“As my friend Julian puts it, only half winkingly: “God blessed me by making me transsexual for the same reason God made wheat but not bread and fruit but not wine, so that humanity might share in the act of creation.”

It’s so bananas to me that people took Jesus’ preaching of “hey we should be nice to each other :)” and turned it into fuel for bigotry, because you’re right! I also think a lot about the second commandment about taking the Lord’s name in vain, and how people interpret that as “you can’t say things like ‘oh my God’“ where I really think it’s more about twisting faith and the Lord’s word to speak hate or ideals that go directly against the actual thesis of the Bible.

Personally, I think the concept of a faith is dope, but institutions are often corrupt and political and goes against what it all stands for. It’s a shame that something like that can be used as a weapon against entire communities (not just the queer community, but also in Christianity’s role in colonialism). I think of my friends’ faiths, friends who are Jewish or Muslim or Hindu, and there’s something so intrinsically beautiful about them all, Christianity included. I just wish people dropped the idea of “preaching” and instead used faith to guide themselves how to live (which is to say, at the end of the day, don’t be a dick to people)

Also finally ugh I’m sorry you had to come across that guy.

And finally finally-- I own seven pairs of shoes I think! I just counted on my hands lol. I just got rid of a bunch because I go for function more than anything else and usually in black because black goes with everything hahaha

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#etalks #i hope all that made sense hahaha

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