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sirthisisa-wendys · 3 years ago

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hope i’m not too late, but congratulations on getting 500 followers! i adore everything you’ve written so far, keep up the good work!

can i request an exes au with geto x f!reader? not too angsty, but whether they get back together or not is up to you 👀

You said "not too angsty" but my mind said "HIT EM RIGHT IN THE FEELS" and I don't know wHyYyYyY

Please forgive me, but this... this is the epitome of my "ex of Geto" feelings. It literally flowed out of me in two hours.

"Yes, But...": Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

wc: 2k

tw: FLUFF AND A LIL' BIT OF ANGST

The large envelope slides from his hands to yours, and you look at the package in confusion as you open the flap.

“You want to get out of here and start fresh,” Geto begins, lacing his fingers together. You find a phone, two banking cards, and two passports inside, which is more than what you asked for. “You’ll need that.” When you open the phone, you see various apps loaded on the device - most of which are foreign to you. “Open the banking app.”

You do as your ex tells you, and see the collection of numbers (six digits) and the single comma that will change your life. You look up at the man in awe, trying to catch his black gaze as he looks outside, not speaking.

“Su, I just needed a new passport, not all of this.”

“It should put you in a good place for a few months until you get a good job. I have a friend in the States that should be able to put you up in a nice house, all paid for, of course. There’s a private school nearby so you don’t have to drive Haru there and back, just walk. And there are--”

“Suguru,” you stop him mid-sentence, placing your hand on the table to try and reach him. “We don’t need all of this. My parents are willing to--”

“I’m not sending you back to them, y/n. I want you to be independent of anyone else,” he retorts, nostrils flaring at the mention of your family. You know his frustration with your relatives comes from an honest place.

They had treated you savagely after you married into the Geto family, calling you all kinds of names and not even attending the birth of their first grandson. You weren’t sure if it was the ties to the underground that set them off or the fact that the Geto family had brought in a considerable amount of wealth and fame to your lives. Either way, you were cut off from them until you divorced Suguru due to--

“Our flight leaves at ten o’clock tomorrow,” you whisper, and Suguru shifts in his seat, sighing. “Will you come to see Haru before we go?” There’s a long pause as your ex-husband weighs his options, but you know his choice before he speaks.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he finally answers.

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Tickets in hand, you try to keep your composure as you watch your son hold on to his father for the last time. Your other hand is captured in Suguru’s large palm, and he squeezes your fingers tenderly as you walk to the security checkpoint. While you walk, he talks to your son in gentle tones, telling him to write to him about all of the amazing things he sees and does, as well as the friends he makes, and how daddy still loves him no matter where he goes.

When he finally lets Haru down and places his Inosuke backpack around his shoulders, you turn to Geto, expecting him to say something final, something meaningful. But he doesn’t, opting to pull you into a deep embrace and kissing all over your face. “Please stay safe. Call when you make it in.”

“I will,” you whisper, inhaling the scent of his cologne and reliving your life together in a brief flash. “I promise.”

“I love you, y/n.” You want to reply that you love him, too, that the separation wasn’t his fault - but you just nod. The feeling of tiny arms around your legs makes you look down, and you both see Haru wrapping himself around your legs, holding you two together earnestly. When he lets go, Suguru lets go, and you hoist the toddler into your arms.

“Say ‘see you later,” you tell the child and he slowly waves his hand at Suguru as you walk past the agent at the checkpoint. Haru doesn’t stop waving until he can no longer see Geto, and he also waves until he can no longer see you, finally dropping his hand to his side and wondering why he felt so empty.

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“Today we learned about the rainbow,” Haru sings as he skips with you down the sidewalk.

“Oh, yeah?” you laugh, holding his hand as he swings back and forth.

“And we played in the dirt.” That explains the messy pants, you muse, rounding the corner to the back of your home and unlocking the fence before letting Haru run up the back porch and inside the house.

You lock the fence behind you and follow your son inside, thinking of all the things you had to do before his sixth birthday party the next day. Suguru said he would be sending a surprise - you begged him not to send the fake nichirin sword you already purchased and stowed away - so you’d have to accommodate for whatever he sent your way, which was bound to be lavish.

Among other things that he provided (a house, a car, preschool, an on-call babysitter if you wanted to go out, a nain rug you looked at once and said you liked but you weren’t sure about), Suguru also spoke to Haru every evening, which made you feel at ease. He hadn’t ceased to be in Haru’s life after you divorced, so this wasn’t out of the blue. Co-parenting with him was still easy and somewhat effortless, even thousands of miles away.

You’re still lost in thought when the doorbell rings, and Haru leaps down the stairs to answer it, despite telling him not to do that time and time again. Quickly, you sidestep the boy and open the door, forgetting to check the peephole first. If you had, it might have prevented the massive shock both you and Haru have at the sight of Suguru standing in the entryway.

“Suguru…” you whisper, and Haru immediately goes to hug his father, squeezing him tightly.

“Oh, look at you,” Suguru groans, leaning down to pick up his son. “You’ve gotten bigger since I last saw you, huh?”

“I’m two inches taller!” You shake your head at the toddler’s estimation, smiling, but still in shock. Your eyes roam over the man’s appearance. He looks just as you left him, with long hair and that gaze that could see into the deepest parts of your soul. It’s been a year, but nothing’s changed at all.

“Come on in,” you urge him, and he carries Haru inside, setting him down in the foyer. Haru dashes up the stairs to retrieve something, and you walk into the kitchen, Geto following you around and looking over his surroundings.

“It looks beautiful in here,” he murmurs, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “You’ve really outdone yourself.”

“You should see upstairs,” you reply. “That’s your son’s domain.” Suguru chuckles, then places his hands on the counter behind him. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

“I wanted to surprise both of you,” he shrugs and you sigh.

“There’s no guest bedroom.”

“I’ll sleep on the couch,” he replies, and your first instinct is to balk at his suggestion and offer your bed. But you know Suguru’s considered his options already and would have gotten a hotel if he wanted to.

“Are your things--”

“In the car. I wanted to see if I was welcome first before I barged in with my stuff.” Haru reappears, holding up his drawing from school today.

“I drew this today! They told us to draw something we love,” your child smiles widely, showing his lack of a right front tooth. You peer over at the picture and see you - with a questionable hairstyle - Haru, and Geto holding hands in front of what you assume to be your house, and a grey… horse? cat? dog? off to the side. “And we have a cat. I named him Gojo after daddy’s friend.”

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You hand Geto a pile of blankets and a pillow, hoping it would be enough to keep him warm on the couch. “You can turn the heat up downstairs if you need to,” you advise, and he nods, taking the offerings. He pauses in your bedroom, wanting to say something.

“Thank you,” he finally whispers, then walks away, leaving you in the room to contemplate your still brooding feelings for the man who walked into your home less than six hours ago.

“Wait,” you call out softly, and he returns, searching your face. “Did you get me that job at the museum?” you wonder, crossing your arms over your chest. “The head of the museum told me I came highly recommended for the Director of Curation position.”

“And if I did?” he wonders, angling his head to the left a little and frowning. You recognize his tell immediately and nod, biting the inside of your lip. “I promised to provide for you and Haru for as long as I’m alive. I’m not going to break that promise.”

Those words stay with you as you toss and turn in the bed hours later, trying to sleep. You’re failing miserably, you realize when you look at the clock, and you rise out of bed, padding downstairs to get some tea and calm down. You tiptoe past the hallway to the living room, hoping you wouldn’t wake Suguru as you heat up a cup of water.

You’ve almost succeeded in your mission when you hear a yawn and the familiar cracking of toes and ankles as Suguru walks into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes.

“Can’t sleep,” you explain and he nods, pulling a chamomile tea packet from the caddy by the cabinets. He rips open the packet and hands it to you, leaning against the counter as you dunk it in the cup and watch the color seep out.

“I still remember,” Suguru whispers, recalling the nights you spent awake while you were pregnant with Haru and how the tea was the only thing that could soothe you enough to sleep. He thumbs over to the living room and you follow, settling into the couch beside him. “Nightmares? Or just insomnia?”

“Insomnia,” you reply, and he motions for you to place your feet in his lap. He begins rubbing them methodically, taking his time on the soles as you lean into the arm of the couch and sigh.

“Remember when we used to watch Jeopardy before bed and you’d fall asleep mid-answer?” he chuckles, and you shake your head, a smile pulling at your lips.

“Those were some hard nights,” you reply, and he hums thoughtfully.

“I wonder where it all went wrong.”

You both knew where it went wrong. There was no privacy, no semblance of peace, nowhere you two could go without someone knowing everything and being in your business. And adding Haru to the mix made everything worse. The breaking point came when you were playing with him in the backyard and heard the sound of a shutter capturing your every move. Suguru broke the camera and the man’s arm, but the damage had been done. The only way you could escape the limelight was divorcing him and his name, then escaping somewhere where no one cared who you were or who you used to be. Here, you were just… y/n.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be the wife you wanted,” you whisper, and Suguru shakes his head.

“No, you were - are - the wife I want. I didn’t protect you enough. I should be the one apologizing.”

“Don’t,” you urge him, setting the un-sipped tea on the coffee table. “Don’t apologize.”

“Then I won’t,” he replies, pulling you closer. “But I have to confess something.”

“Say it.”

“My family bought property nearby. I’ll be stateside more often than not.” Geto smoothes a hand across your cheek, cupping your chin as you move onto his lap slowly.

“Haru will love that,” you breathe.

“But will you love that?” he wonders, ghosting his lips over yours.

“Yes, but--” He presses his lips to yours tenderly, cutting you off. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, feeling all of your shared love in that one kiss.

“Yes, but...?” he asks, pulling away and raising a brow.

“Was this your plan all along?” Suguru smiles, nipping at your bottom lip. His arm curls around your waist as he pins you beneath him, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“And if it was?”

“It’s definitely working.” Suguru hums in pleasure and continues to kiss you until you're at peace in his arms again, and fast asleep.

#getou suguru #geto suguru #geto x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk geto #getou x reader

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ray-ray-writings · 4 years ago

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And here is the second part, who is the readers child? Oooo we don’t know yet, suspense ~Punzo👻

"Tommy, sweetie. Let's get you out of here, yeah?" He nodded his head forcefully and in any other situation, I would have laughed at his eagerness. I rushed forward to the back of his chair and dropped on my knees. I started untying the ropes hastily. "Watch for Techno."

As soon as the last rope dropped Tommy stood up and I could barely stand up myself before he engulfed me in a hug. He buried his face in my neck and I brought my hands to his back and head, rubbing his back and massaging his scalp. He let out a sound close to a whine and I squeezed him harder before he pulled away.

"Thanks for coming to get me, mum." I gave him a smile that embodied the word always as I said it, reaching up to ruffle his hair. When I caught a glimpse of pink in the room over I realized why Tommy was being held here. Techno was blocking the exit in the other room, and he knew I was here. I tried not to show my realization to Tommy and instead grabbed his head and brought it down to my level.

"Listen Tommy, and this is important. You need to leave, right now. No staying behind, no heroic theatrics, go through that door, then up the water and leave." I pointed to the door on our left as I spoke and when I let him go he looked between the door and me. He opened his mouth to argue and I held up my other hand. "Tommy, go. Mother has to take care of a piglet who has gotten too big for his boots."

"Okay, mum. Beat his ass!" I tried to show my displeasure with his words but I knew a smile was on my face as I glared at him. He gave me a cheeky smile and then promptly turned towards the door and walked through it. I looked at it for a moment before steeling myself and turning to head to the right. I stepped through and turned to my left to find Techno already charging at me. I quickly pulled on my shield against his ask and he used it to push me back against the wall.

"Who set you against me? Who are you working for?" I wanted to roll my eyes at his false accusations and instead narrowed them at him. I got a grip on my ax in my right hand and quickly shoved Techno off. I leaned forward and swung my ax at him without hesitation. It skimmed his armor as he turned and he tried to hit me back, and I jumped to my right to avoid the hit. He continued swinging, doing his best to try and hit me, while I swerved, blocked, and ducked under all of his blows. Just before he could drive me into another wall I heard footsteps.

"Hey, you leave my mum alone!" I wanted to groan at him. His courage was admirable and I loved that he wanted to defend me, but with no armor or weapons, he would quickly become a target. Techno didn't take his eyes off me, though, staring at me calculating. Suddenly a smirk crossed his face and before I could reach forward, I watched with wide eyes as he whirled around and started heading for Tommy. He let out a screech and quickly moved around the cluster of things in the middle of the room. Techno was smart, though, he wouldn't play a cat and mouse game where Tommy lead him to me. Techno pulled out a pearl and I reached for Tommy uselessly.

"No!" Technoblade appeared behind Tommy, tall and foreboding but with no hesitation, he struck downwards. Tears flooded my eyes as I watched Tommy's go wide, before he burst, leaving a single orb in his place. I let out a roar similar to a cry as I pearled to the side of Techno, and pulled my sword out, sticking it in a chink in his armor, before pulling it down and free. He let out his own roar of pain and turned to me, but I rose my sword and slashed at his neck and his sound was cut off by gurgles. He fell to his knees in front of me and I grabbed him by his bloody chin. "I won't stop making you suffer until you're an orb too."

He burst in front of me and I stared at his things in disgust. I looked up slightly to stare at Tommy's soul orb and a sob slipped out of me, and then I couldn't hold back as I fell to the ground. My clenched fists banged against the floor but I knew there was nothing I could do. My boy, my baby boy who I had raised and loved was gone just like that. It was worse than the prison because I watched it happen, I watched his eyes fill with fear and look at me, begging me to help. I was his mother, it was my job to protect him, and I failed. Who knew if Dream would revive him, I might never see him again. Never see him laugh, or smile. Never hear him scream or swear. Never feel his lanky hugs and soft head kisses. My boy was gone and I might never get him back.

I shakily looked up when I heard footsteps, only to find Ghostbur in the corner of the room. He had stopped when he got there, taking in the whole scene. I blinked heavily, trying to clear my tears so I wasn't looking at a blurry version of him. After a moment he slowly walked forward and I instinctively pulled myself towards Tommy's soul orb to protect it. Against what, I didn't know but it was all I had left of Tommy. Ghostbur kneeled on the other side of the orb and frowned at me.

"Mum, is this Tommy's?" I choked out a sob and nodded, hanging my head once more. I failed him, I failed my son and I will never make it up to him, I might never have the chance to. Ghostbur sat silently for a moment before he shifted forward and I looked up at his face. I found an expression I knew was about to say the bright side of my situation. "Well, that's okay. Maybe Dream can revive him, and even if he can't you can keep him close by taking it."

"I failed him, Wil." I blinked at him and when the tears rushed down my cheeks I covered my mouth. I shook my head and closed my eyes. I failed him I failed him I failed him. I felt broken and the thought that my only solace in the world was I would get to keep my son's soul orb broke me even further. I hunched forward into myself, curling my other arm around me as sob after sob escaped. Suddenly I heard a pop and my head shot up, only to find a wide-eyed and guilty-looking Ghostbur, with an outstretched hand towards me. My eyes widen when I realized what happen and he started stammering.

"I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, mum. I wasn't thinking I just wanted to comfort-" His words faded into static as I stared at the spot my son's soul orb once sat. His courage, strength, and might, all of his wonderfulness I knew was in the orb was gone. It wouldn't affect Ghostbur, he was a ghost. Hell, I wasn't even sure it became a part of him, it might have just disappeared. I had just lost my final piece of Tommy. As I tilted my head back and the grief-filled every bone in my body, I was sure everyone could hear my scream.

I cried writing this :’). Also, I give you the option of a happy ending part 3! I haven’t written it yet but if you, Ray, and any of the Rayders want I will try to write it (probably won’t be as good lol)

Punzooooooo whyyyyyy. I’m about to be crying in the club oh my gosh!!!! So good!!! So very good!!!! If you want to write a part three I will absolutely read!!!

#ray responds #mcyt #mcyt imagine #mcyt x reader #mcyt one shot #dreamsmp

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aangfanclub · 4 years ago

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liveblog s2 ep14: the tales of ba sing se

ok it is safe to say we had a LOT of feelings abt this episode. possibly the most any of us have ever had

[abby, immediately: oh zuko. baby

levi: EVERY TIME HE’S ONSCREEN

abby: I LOVE ZUKO]

toph and katara yes!!! ladies!! we love to see it

dskjdsfjk HES SHAVING HIS HEAD WHAT A CUTIE PIE

[abby: oh look at that she pinned her hair loops back! that means they’re pinned in the back not the front

me and levi: YOU THOUGHT THEY WERE PINNED IN THE FRONT??

abby: I DIDN’T KNOW]

toph has SO much hair omg

toph has such gremlin energy sdflkjsd we love to see it

oh no baby!! imagine someone scrubbing ur eyeballs someone help toph

like a CLOWN??? that was so MEAN TOPH GO MESS THEM UP

sdjksdf YESSSS

toph said you know what would be a good one? yeeting you into the bottom of the lake

yes!!!! girls supporting girls!! this is the SWEETEST we love to see it

ohh are we just getting little snippets of everyone?? this is so interesting

iroh just be knowing things for real

where did iron get that instrument?? did he steal it just now???

aww I wish iroh would sing to me like that,, i’d never be sad again

earth bending soccer??? this is so cool omg

[me: iroh be ZOOMING

levi: yeah he got jets

me: don’t say jet in this household

levi: oh right sorry]

WITH T H A T STANCE SJKDLDSK IROH JUST CAME FOR THAT GUY’S WHOLE CAREER HUH

is this just a day in the life of iroh?? this is what he does every day???

this is truly iroh’s world and we’re just living in it

abby: iroh said if you’re gonna mug someone here’s how

iron just did a speedrun on his muggers redemption arc djksffjkl

STAN IROH! THATS ALL WE CAN SAY IS STAN IROH

ohh oh oh no honey,,, he misses his son so much we are all crying nooooo

[me: his soldier boy didn’t come home :(((

levi: soulja boy?

Abby: >:( ]

ohh aang babey

[abby comments on how she can’t believe aang shaves his head and we’re forced to confront the fact that this whole time she thought he just didn’t grow hair or something]

he said my zoo is nasty and broke kjdskjsfklsd

aang buddy WHAT

abby: you’re friends with TWO animals why did you think that meant all animals

CABBAGE MAN NOOOO DSJKDSF cabbage man is the one who needs hope

THIS is a day in the life of aang???? he just be causing chaos?? sjkkldfdkljs

aang does NOT have the braincell this episode lol

ohh the whistle!!! if appa is here somewhere he heard that,, appa come back we miss you

justice for cabbage man!! cabbage man deserves better!

aang i’m sorry but what are you even doing my dude. why is this what you decided to do today fjksdfla

oh brother can EARTHBEND!! We respect aang in this household

WOAH WHAT THIS IS SO COOL OMG AANG WE LOVE YOUR ZOO

Ok fine aang i take it back. I support you and your zooing endeavors this is a valid thing to do with your day I have to admit. again, no choice but to stan aang

[the words ’the tale of sokka’ appear onscreen and we all erupt in cheers]

abby: he just be boomeranging all around for real

is sokka about to find a girl?? I feel like that’s what’s gonna happen and sokka bud that’s just not what you need I have to say

ksfdkjl this is what this is,,, sokka just wakes up every morning and Loves Women huh

[levi, paused on a frame of sokka: now THIS is baby. you guys see zuko for one split second onscreen and go “BAAAYBEEY” but THIS is what baby really looks like. I have nothing against zuko but every time he’s just walking down the street you guys go “BABY!”

me: yes!

abby: and we’re right!

levi: okay but I just don’t understand why zuko’s so baby!

me: it’s because he needs a hug! tell me you don’t look at that boy and say he needs a hug!

levi: so does iroh!

abby: yes but iron’s like, okay with himself. zuko is straight up NEVER having a good time and is convinced that he’s worthless and has to earn love bc his father is straight garbage

me: and sokka is, like, doing okay. he has the gaang. he has some self-esteem. “baby” is kind of related not only to how baby you are but also how much babying you need. zuko needs a LOT of babying.]

THEY CLAPPED FOR HIM SDFLSFJKFDJF

remarkable oaf dsjkfd SOKKA

is he about to haiku battle this girl?? is that what’s happening????

levi: this is like civilized rap battling

[we absolutely lose it and applaud wildly every time sokka completes a verse]

he’s getting kicked out for saying a haiku wrong??? dsflksda this is the funniest thing that has ever happened to sokka ever

levi, once sokka’s tale is over: THAT WAS SO SHORT. THAT WAS SO SHORT

abby: it is time for my little zucchini.

[abby and I instinctively yell “baby” at the screen as soon as zuko appears. levi has a point.]

oooo that girl just be making eyes at him for real

bro she just asked him out??? “he’d love to” IROH DSKLKLFSJD

HE COMBED HIS HAIR OMG SFJDJKSLDJD WHAT WE’RE LOSING IT ZUKO WHYYYYYY OH NO OH NO

oh thank goodness. girl Knows zuko rocks the scruffy look

oh zuko is so uncomfortable sdkjffd he SCREAMED this is not my gf and she did not bat an eye omg

zuko what??? the circus??? honey you’re so stupid

oh zuko nooooo. do not. not after you got mad at iron for warming his tea!!! zuko DO NOT

[intermission in which we all sing I see the light from tangled]

SHE DID THE DEBBIE RYAN HAIR THING JDSKFKLFGJ

[intermission in which we debate whether zuko can see out of his burned eye and whether the marks on his scar are beauty marks, additional scars, or artistic accents he drew on himself]

he gave her a coupon???? zuko?????????

ok I am not convinced this man is straight i’m gonna be real with you. this girl kissed him and he said I have to leave immediately dkslksdfajs imagine

KDFDSKJ HE CAME HOME AND HID IN THE CLOSET

aww he said it was nice :)))) we love zuko having a nice time

THE TALE OF MOMO YESSSSS

ohh its appa!!!! oh is momo dreaming? I think momo’s dreaming :(

abby: am I gonna cry about a lemur today? I didn’t think so

ohhhh is momo gonna find appa??? momo find appa!!! momo pls!

someone should give momo a gun honestly

dsjksdfkj momo’s got moves tho!! boy got thrown into a dance ring and immediately pulled out the sickest moves u can imagine

[levi: i’m sorry is momo carrying that panther??

me: momo’s carrying this show are you surprised]

YALL DO NOT TOUCH MOMO

dsfjkdajklsda momo said BYE

Abby [while momo is saving the panther cat things] : momo aang taught you too many morals. put some back

wait do they know where appa is??? where is appa?? OH THAT’S HIS FOOTPRINT

WHERE IS APPA???? that’s the end??? we still didn’t get appa back noooooooo

Final thoughts: incredible episode so many good moments. But we just want appa back :(

#finally compiled it all into one post so it's easier to read!

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oumiyuki · 4 years ago

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HOW COULD THEY DO THIS TO MEEEEE???

First they came out with Muse event with UR Honoka in the scouts!! Look at her energy! The cheer! The freshness!! Aaahhh!! That smile..!! (*≧∀≦*) So I tried but only got an SR Eli... TmT

Then they came out with that cute, gorgeous You & Dia UR riding a pretty Unicorn!?!? And I’m like, okay, okay, let me at least give that a shot too. BUT!! I didn’t get them... ＼（Ｔ∇Ｔ）／

AND THEN!!!! CYARON! EVENTTTTTT. Oh my gosh. They are giving me so much eye candy and not letting me have them!!! WHYYYYYY!!

But I won’t give up! I won’t!! I played hard in the event, and then had enough loveca stones. So I at least get to try once for UR ChikaYou!! *O*

Channeling all my love into the power of ONE scout!! 50 loveca stones. I went \\ URRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!! // And when that UR Envelope flew out, I squealed and was just thinking “Yes. I’ve got at least one event UR--”

BOOM!

It’s Chika and the cats. CUTE. BUT. WRONG URRRRRR!! ＼（Ｔ∇Ｔ）／ (*≧▽��) I’m happy but wrong UR!! (��>ᴗ<๑) And at first I’m just, it’s okay. She’s so cute, it’s okay. Plus I’ve got the UR Ruby of this set so yay-

but now that I know the event URs are pirates...are the 2nd CYaRon album costume..!! I’m like nooooooo, I need them. I want them. I love them. Please come homeeeee (*≧∀≦*)

Miyuki shall gush more about this UR Chika after she gets her hands on the other URs. XD But just know that Cat Cafe Chika is ADORABLE. ♡ඩ⌔ඩ♡

#kousaka honoka #watanabe you #takami chika #sif #ayase eli #kurosawa dia #cute #miyuki being miyuki #love live

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i-turned-the-emperor-to-dust · 5 years ago

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Movie/Musical Theory

Astruc has already stated that this is an Adrinette song. So knowing this, automatically, there are certain things to assume while approaching the lyrics. My theory, then, is that Marinette knows Adrien is Chat Noir, and here’s all the reasons why:

SOURCE: https://twitter.com/ThomasAstruc/status/1137182300737888256).

Since each line builds off the next, I’m going to address Marinette’s lines first, and then sum up Adrien’s at the end.

[1] When I see him, I’m not me anymore. I turn red and talk softly. I run out of breath, and my heart beats fast. [2] But why? I dare not tell him anything. I want him just for me. His light, his smile. For one night crossing this wall between us.

Marinette is referring to how shy and nervous she gets around him, and how she “dares not tell him anything”. Naturally, we’re meant to assume she’s talking about her crush on Adrien, and her inability to confess her feelings… but if you approach those lines from a post-reveal standpoint, what if she’s not? What if the “anything” she’s referring to is the fact that she knows he’s Chat Noir? What if she dares not tell him she’s Ladybug and that she knows he’s Chat?

Likewise, this may mean she’s not acting like herself around Chat Noir anymore either.

[3] You and me. If we could see each other beyond the mirror, forget our masks for one night, let's break off the pieces of this wall between us. (these lines are sang in tandem).

It’s actually quite interesting that these lines are sang by both of them. They make sense from Chat’s point-of-view: he’s always wanted to reveal their identities and know each other outside of their superhero personas, and if he’s suddenly experiencing feelings for Marinette, it makes sense he’d want them to reveal themselves even more… then they can be together and he’ll no longer have to “duel with his heart” over these mysterious feelings for another girl. Feelings he’s trying to run away from.

However, this has never been the case with Marinette, not in her feelings towards Adrien. So why do the lyrics include “us”, “we”, and “our” [our masks/we could see each other]? Why not “I”, “me”, my? [remove my mask]/[show you the real me]? That would make sense for both of them, and especially for Marinette, who could be singing to Adrien about wanting to reveal her identity as Ladybug so he’ll love her too.

But if you approach it from the viewpoint that Marinette does want to reveal her identity now, but can’t, suddenly those lines extend to both of them, not just Chat, and it makes a lot more sense in context, because frankly, there’s no reason for Marinette to think ADRIEN should be wearing a mask… there’s nothing for him to remove or to reveal.

[4] A day will come, you will discover, the happiness of being two, you and me. When we will hug [embrace] each other.

Another word for hug in English is to “embrace”, and an embrace can be physical and metaphorical; she could be speaking of embracing both parts of their identities, in addition to the physical aspect of “hugging”.

[5] Yet, I feel it, this whirlwind of feelings that takes hold of us firmly. In the sun and in the wind, a unique chance. Magic is spinning/stirring. It's strong when I see it. I want to shout it from the roofs, our love that reaches out to us, but I know I shouldn't. This is not the moment. We have to be patient. Be patient. [6] I know that one day we will fly. Because, my love, one day you will see, that with me, you will become who you are.

Marinette talks about how strong their feelings are: “our love that reaches out to us” and how she wants to “shout it from the roofs” but “it’s not the right moment. We have to be patient.” I can’t help but think this whole line is hiding something in plain sight: It’s almost as if she knows her feelings are reciprocated, but something is holding them back from being together. Otherwise, why would their love already be established?

She later goes on to say that the day will come when “you will see, that with me, you will become who you are.” When you think about it, that’s actually a very deep thought to be coming from Marinette who tends to put Adrien on a pedestal and sees him as perfect - yet here she is talking of his duality, and how he can’t be himself. Which means she’s aware that there are two sides that he keeps separate/hidden… something that’s only possible if she knows both of those secret sides for herself. After all, if she was referring to the dichotomy of Adrien’s model-persona/home-persona, those aren’t so secret, not since he has friends who know of his lonely home-life: so technically, he can be “himself” with Nino, Chloe, and all his friends. But Ladybug is the only one who knows his secret superhero persona, and that’s the one that needs to meld with “Adrien” - thereby allowing him to become the man he truly is. The Ladybug and Cat miraculous are meant to be two halves of a whole, so it makes sense that both sides would eventually need to come together. And that can only be accomplished through Marinette.

So why isn’t the moment right yet? Marinette has already tried multiple times to confess to Adrien, so what has changed now? This is merely speculation, but maybe it’s because she knows both sides of him, but he only knows one side of her. It’s only when he learns to love Marinette just as much as Ladybug, that they can “shout their love from the rooftops” - that’s why they have to be patient, because he’s not there yet. But what she doesn’t realize (and we do, thanks to all of Adrien’s lyrics) is that Adrien has already found himself falling for Marinette, despite the fact that his heart has already been taken by Ladybug.

[7] We will be together in the night, like in the day, when all that glitters, our love will be to infinity. [8] Despite the wall between us, love goes from one side to the other. We are, together, a rare strength. For you, I will wait a lifetime. Because, yes, I love you to madness. I will love you to infinity.

“We are together a rare strength” is another line that brings to mind Ladynoir, not so much Adrinette, connecting back to the idea of the miraculouses and how they’re stronger together. And “together in the night” could be referring to their alter-egos, and how they are not yet able to see each other clearly as Chat and Ladybug, since they wear masks, and keep themselves hidden (aka, the dark). But during the day, those masks are removed, and they can see each other as Marinette and Adrien, though they yearn to know each other in both day and night.

And the rest is pretty self-explanatory: they love each other lots, which is evidenced by how they fell for each other “despite the wall” from “one side [of the love square] to the other”

[1] She is standing right behind me. She smiles at me and turns her eyes. I think I understand her funny game. [2] Get away! It's the only thing to do. My heart is upside down. I sense a power that pulls me beyond the wall between us. And yet, when I think of her, I feel unfaithful. I want to run away in the night to see my Ladybug. I have a heart to duel.

All of Adrien’s lines are pretty self-explanatory: He’s awakening to his feelings for Marinette, and has come to realize that those “funny games” she plays (being shy, silly, awkward) is because she likes him.

He then goes on to explain that this new realization has got him spooked! He wants to “get away” and escape, because it’s confusing his heart, and making him feel guilty towards Ladybug. He feels like he has to “duel” his heart and make an effort to stop feeling the way he does towards Marinette, but if the duel’s any indication, it’s a struggle.

[3] I do not understand what I want. I do not want to fall in love. Where does this mysterious feeling come from? [4] But why, if my heart is elsewhere, do I feel in my soul, a warmth? A thrill that brings me happiness.

Adrien’s such a romantic, it must be terrifying for him to admit that he’s feeling torn between two different girls, so he’s in denial. He does not want these new feelings for Marinette and doesn’t understand where they came from or why. Yet, he can’t deny that she brings him happiness, and that she brings warmth to his soul. However, undeniably, he loves Ladybug… so whyyyyyy? He’s no player! His love is true (he swears) and yet…

Orrrrrr, I could be wayyyyy wrong and will laugh at this post once the musical is released LOL.

Either way, it was fun to think about, and I could pimp my video at the same time. ❤️

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ibelonginthepast · 5 years ago

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Thank you dad @tenthprinceofhell and @katie33333 for the tags

Name: Lavanya

Gender: female

Star sign: Taurus (?)

Height: I asked my mom just now and she shouted across the house 5'4 or 5'5 or 7' she doesn't know, I don't know

Hogwarts house: RAVENCLAW

Sexuality: I tell everyone and myself that I am straight. But, my friends give me filed evidences ocassionally to prove me am wrong. And theres indeed a girl who made me rethink my existence so yeah I don't fucking know.

Favorite animal: huh, I would really like a black cat with golden eyes but I also think I would love to hug a polar bear. Idk i havent met many animals.

Average sleep: what? What's that?...

Sometimes I dont sleep at all, sometimes I sleep for 2-3-4 hours and sometimes 1 actually and sometimes 12 hours or even 17 so calculate the average

Current time: 1.39 pm

When I made my blog: I dont know, maybe last December? January?

Followers: 71 (whaaaaa whyyyyyy)

Why I made my blog: cause they said tumblr's good for FANBYS

Reason for my username: it's my name with lol at the end cause my English teacher couldnt pronounce my last name properly and called me lavAAnya lOl and everyone found it amusing and they all made a lot (A LOT) of jokes on my weird last name so yeah I like to think I can make people laugh out loud

God now I typed this I realise how lame my username is

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fireflyhwufanficwriter · 2 years ago

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My thoughts on Dr. Stone’s Chapter 227 (“It Was You”)

My thoughts after reading Chapter 227:

01. I’ve read the chapter, and I... oh... okay, okay... just... write down your feelings... and then...

02. First off, this chapter had very intimidating over art :O The four astronauts facing the brilliant green of the Medusa’s light... :O And that chapter title...!! :O

03. I didn’t think of sound not traveling in space, and how that would affect the Medusa! :O

04. Oh, Kohaku... XD Whhhhyyy??? XD That would have been... SO bad for humanity if you had finished what you were about to say... :O XD

05. I agree with Minami... you three really could have been just a BIT more enthralled about being on the MOON... :O

06. Hmm, so the moon has two bunnies making mocchi? Who knew? :O

07. The heart of darkness (nice reference!) is totally the right term for it! :O

08. Whyman’s close to that’s particular flag? Possibly because it’s a good landmark for luring moon explorers like these three... :O

09. Wow, this two-page panel of the moon’s surface, and the stars of the galaxy behind it... Boichi’s art is incredible! :O

10. Ohh, Kohaku, whyyy?? That voice said “please” and “indeed!” That’s not Senku!! :( That “please” already made you wonder! :O But... as horrible as it was that she was tricked... Kohaku’s from the stone world; she wouldn’t be used to electronic deception like this - and I’m not even sure she was there when Ukyo and the others heard Whyman use a synthesized version of Senku’s voice, so although she heard about the incident, she might not have heard that fake voice herself (not sure, though)... but still, Kohaku, whyyyyyy...??? :’( (I still love you, though! :) And I’m glad you were able to toss the Medusa away in time! :) )

11. Okay, Kohaku, presumably looking up after she landed back on the ground, is looking up. Senku was also looking up, at least in the first panel we saw of him after pointing at Whyman. And his eyes are shining... are those tears in his eyes? :O

12. Arrgh!!! The last four pages are building up so much... after Senku saw Whyman, he started talking about how it all coming together and that the perpetrator was closer than they knew... and then... AND THEN THE CHAPTER ENDED!!!!!!!!!!! It just ended, just like that, which him smirking triumphantly at Whyman! Who??? WHO ARE YOU??????!!!!!!!!!!!

13. Ohhh, this has to be one of the top three most painful cliffhangers for this manga... :O I mean, nothing will ever beat Chapter 188 in terms of sheer heartbreak, but... oh, this... this just hurts for a different reason; because we’re SO CLOSE, oh, so close...

14. So, before I go to the next chapter, which will hopefully be a revelation and not a flashback with a bit of revelation in the end, I have to things to say: A prediction, and a declaration. The prediction is that Rei is Whyman. There is nobody else it can be that would be familiar to Senku like that and that would solve all the mysteries. I know that the petrification happened while Rei was under supervision, but I also do not care. It is Rei. Maybe she time traveled, maybe she has an evil twin... I don’t know, but Rei is Whyman, and I have to stand by that.

15. And now, the declaration. I know we saw what happened to Byakuya way back in the Treasure Island arc, but I need to state, for the record, that if Whyman turns out to be Byakuya, I will drop dead right here out of shock. I don’t want to; I don’t want to die; I have a cat and stories in progress and a future to live for, but if Whyman is revealed to be Byakuya, like his statue, or, like his essence, or something, or maybe just his normal living self, my heart might not be able to take it and I might just drop dead right here. (I might not die, though, if it’s Rei projecting a hologram of Byakuya. If that happens, I might start to die, but as the panels reveal wizard behind the curtain (i.e. Rei), I might stop dying and recover just enough to keep going to see what happens. So, yes, those are my prediction and my declaration, and I’m just going to go to the next chapter now and finally, finally learn the secret behind the biggest mystery in the series... I’m excited, and scared, and filled with fear... I don’t know what’s going to happen... what’s going to happen...? Deep breaths... deep breaths... now... go...!

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tellywoodtrash · 7 years ago

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ishqbaaz 27.09.17 lb

again with the overdramatic new entry.

rudra be like the fuck who is this dapper motherfucker who has more tadi than me and my brothers

usne toh himmat kar li bina permission entry marne ki, lekin tumhare nalaayak security kya kar rahi thi when he just drove his damn bike into your goddamn house?

abhay. fitting name.

abhay’s cyoooot. has a decent voice/dialogue delivery too.

“abbe tu abhay ho, bobby ho ya... teesra kaun hai?” “sunny.”

snorttttt.

major kiska pota? kisi ka bhi pota ho tu, dadaji ne tujhe sikhaaya nahi ki kisi ke ghar ke andar bike nahi ghusaate?

damn his smile is cuuuuuute. oBros who?

lol i’m so fickle. also i was craving a new pretty face to drool over. aaaaaand i found it!

lmao the three oBros’ faces at dadi being all happy. apparently she’s not allowed to love any other new boys.

pft such awaiii ka ghusaaya hua character he is. but again, he cute, so i don’t mind.

please god can abhay remain a good boy, and not make me hate him? all i have right now to cling on to is the specter of samar jeet malhotra as my one unproblematic fave male character.

LMAO RUDRA’S STINKEYE I AM LOVING IT. FUCK YOUUUUU RUDRA. *liptofies against abhay and kisses him*

why the oBros so fucking grumpy? lighten up, idiots. or do you only like to adopt random young women into the family as honorary siblings?

hooooooooooo boy, SSO is giving him up and down tadi waale looks.

come on shivaay. accept him as new baby bro. look at how cute he is.

i knewwww he’d be bringing mehendi!

how’d he fit the box in his jacket tho? like...????? also, mehendi right up against a white shirt???? you truly are ABHAY (fearless), my friend!

anika is INSTANTLY charmed. i say she adopts him as new baby bro. shivaay has gauri already.

100% organic mehendi. abhay’s done his research on gift recipient. i’m impressed.

give the mehendi to anika tho, not the groom?

LMAO OMRU ARE NOT HAPPY AT THIS NEW DEVAR ANIKA JUST ACQUIRED THANKS TO DADI, THEY’RE LIKE “NO! OUR BHAABI! OURS!”

anika just scored herself a new dost! yay! she could use more of those!

wow, pinky bringing anika. interesting.

poor anika’s hopeful eyes and smile though. the girl just wants to win saasuma over so badly. sigh.

LMAO EVEN TEJ IS SICK OF THIS NONSENSE AND IS LIKE NOW WHAT, JUST LET THIS DAMN WEDDING HAPPEN ALREADY BEFORE SVETLANA KILLS US ALL

pffffffft. vow time.

om’s eyeroll of relief tho.

ugh billllu whyyyyyy does this have to be in publiccccccc? couldn’t you do this in private like the ring thing????

LMAO ANIKA CHASTISING SAHIL FOR NOT HELPING WITH THE VOWS AND HIS SMILE

the face of someone who’s totally ready.

pehle aap pehle aap mein bloody muhurat beeta jaa raha hai.

omki to the rescue as always.

“WOW. woh W waala wow.”

aw man, his first vow is all in her language.

shit that’s really sweet and heartfelt and i shoulda worked on this shit. hahaha fuck meeeeeeeeee.

(note from tt @ anika: don’t worry babe. you got this. you’re gonna nail it!)

aw. family waala vow from her.

even pinky looks gratified!

LMAO THE PANEER BUTTER MASALA

“lathpath... agneepath!”

said exactly in the tone of bachchan!

LMAO all the family seems to be waaaaaay more into anika’s on the go vows than billu’s written months in advance.

ok yes, i like these jokey vows vibe better now.

KILL ME DEAD OMKARA WHY ARE YOU SO STINKING CUTE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH COME HERE MY STUPID HANDSOME BOY LET ME SQUISH YOU TO DEATH 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

billu, are you sure this is YOUR family? they’re allllll #teamAnika.

you’ve already recorded her kicking you and she still didn’t believe you. so good luck with that billu.

“jab bhi tum calculations mein phasogi toh main tumhe sahi zeroes lagaana sikhaaonga aur tumhe karke dikhaaonga!”

ugh so stinking cute. also, need me a freak like this, who’ll handle all the math in my life. #mathAtheist

“jab bhi aap apne pahaadi kauwe jaisi besuri awaaz mein gaana gaayenge toh main nahi hasoongi.”

the singing and laughing was soooo nakuul breaking character.

yup, at this point, this is just nakuul and not shivaay anymore.

pinky can’t handle what a lovestruck idiot her son is being. she honestly didn’t raise him to be such a loser, wtf is he even doing lord.

OK THIS HAS GONE ON FOR LONG ENOUGH IS THIS GOING TO BE JUST 40 MINUTES OF WOW VOWS COZ AS CUTE AS THIS IS IM BORED AND WANT SOME PLOT TO HAPPEN

pfffffffffffft, this kabhi nahi ladenge vow is the most unrealistic one in the history of the world for ANY COUPLE.

even anika realises.

okay this point this isn’t shivaay, it’s just nakuul.

THIS GIRL HAS ZERO INHIBITIONS ANYMORE. AND HE GONNA CRYYYYYYYYYYYY. this is alllll i ever wanted from this damn couple *weeps*

i am living for tej’s happy face.

“dhat pagli rulayegi kya?”

omg see! my theory about shivaay being secret bollywood fan is fully validated. he just pretends to be only into foreign cinema to be cool. he’s fulllllly into pre-2000s bollywood.

“tum na, are the most beautiful, kind, wonderfully weird girl i know. tumhare saath bitaaya hua har lamha is an adventure...”

sweet and all, but this vow is stolen word for word from friends no? mike’s vows to phoebe?? except the appu ghar bit of course.

wait what was that bit about her body??? and his response “sab yahan hai, main bol nahi sakta...” get a room you assholes!

STOLEN VOWS OR NOT I AM CRYING. FUCKKKKKKK MEEEEEEEEEEE, MY KIDSSSSSSSSS. HOW LONG IT’S TAKEN THEM TO GET HERE WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH 😭😭😭😭

ummmmmmmmmm, wow. ok. that was highly unrealistic how abhay CAUGHT the sign.

also, ugh, is there any symbolism to how he separated shivika to save them? coz.... i honestly cannot handle it if these two get fucked with AGAIN. please just let them live in peace. they’ve given their trial by fire already.

ok what ridiculous extraaaaaaaa herobaazi. idgi, why is new guy given so much importance, when even omRu haven’t been given such heroic scenes??

finally. some non acid laced mehendi in this house.

sahil’s cuteass expressions on the side. ouff, such cute, i just want to eat him up.

aaankh maaare, ho ladka aaankh maare. 😉😉😉

fuck you rudra. just leave my girl bhavya aloneeeeeee.

lol why the fuck would officer dad pick up your call? he fucking hates you.

billu can’t stop with the sexy eyes at wife.

oh great, abhay wants naach gaana. matlab, yeh begaani shaadi mein kuch zyaada deewana nahi ban raha????

PLEASE NO NAACH GAANA FUCKING PLEASE

UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

thank god omRu have managed to get into the groove of things though. coz abhay was seriously looking more pumped for this wedding than them.

oh my heart, shivaay dancing with jhanviiiii and sahillll.

lol abhay trying to sneak into the omRu dance collective

of course, yahan yeh dono toh apne mein hi mast hai

abhay has succeeded in winning over omRu!!! 😎😎😎

sexy hawa chaling and shivika are gravitating towards each other. methinks you two should sneak off and make out now.

.... aaaaaaaaand. nope.

the most translucent duppatta in the world is being used as argument that these two not see each other till the wedding. cool. cool cool cool.

abhay’s trying to play lawyer for shivaay but dadi be like son, you’re new here. shuuuuuuuush.

OMFG NO PHONES ALSO WTH DAAAAAAADI 😩😩😩😩

whut? these three drink together? i’ve never seen them sharing anything other than chai and milkshakes.

om is already plastered. rudra is also almost there. shivaay is just like the fuck???? 😟😟😟

LMAO SHOW ITSELF POKING FUN AT SHIVAAY’S MULTIPLE SHAADI ATTEMPTS

“RIGHT NUMBER LAGNE KE BAAD BHI, THE SSO WRONG NUMBER TRY KARTA RAHA, HELLLLOOOOOOOOO?”

omg this adorable idiot.

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

drunk/high om is my favt. om. no for real. i loveeeeeeee him when he’s plastered outta his mind.

wow, what was that one line om had about destiny and ppl not meant for each other meeting. does that mean he’s still thinking gauri and him aren’t right for each other???? 😧😧😧

lmaoooo rudra, on being explained what an ageist is “yaar maine toh kabhi aisa nahi kiya, main dadi se itna pyaar karta hoon.”

oh boy, foreshadowing with all this “obros, we’ll never change” dialogue. fear and dread are gripping my heart.

aaaaaaaand abhay’s maarofied entry into that scene. this is definitely foreshadowing.

“bhaiii ki tarah” based on what exactly?

and lol omru’s faces at that.

i def get the vibe that abhay’s putting nazar on oBro bond. oh abhay. why? just be the fourth damn musketeer.

like, fuck calling each other, i would kill someone who took my phone. excuse me, i need my hourly updates about all the cats i’m following on instagram???? and i need to keep up with all the hot new memes that are spawned on an hourly basis on this hellsite????? gimme my phone bitch!!!!

shivaay is just rambling at this point... talking about everything from anika to his sleep issues and how it’s aging him. 🙄🙄🙄🙄

ok won’t deny this idea is cute af and i would fully fall for that. you guys know the way to my heart is through music.

ok shivaay that’s not a wireless speaker. put it down.

how are these two playing these songs like this on CASSETTES or whatever on demand???? so unrealistic. ipod toh use kiya hota.

yeah, don’t ever try to tell me shivaay doesn’t know bollywood again. this fool filmyyyyyyyyyyyyyy as fuck. also, he’s playing aaaaalllll the right songs. he knows what songs for what situations!

OMFG WHAT A DRAMA QUEEN.

oooooh forbidden chathh meeting????

daaaaaaaaaang om. calm down.

ALSO, ART SUPPLIES ARE EXPENSIVE.

oh wow, jhanvi remembered she has a son. who was willing to give up his whole damn life for her.

... wait, so gauri isn’t in the house??

but yesterday they kept saying that she’s in the house? like he said gauri would arrange the sangeet, and anika was like i have to go see gauri about the clothes... kuch toh continuity rakho peeps.

ooooooh yeaaaaah angst. gimme it! gimme all of it!

“jab insaan ko pata hai ki uski sawaalon ka jawaab nahi milega toh woh sawaal nahi kiya karta. bas chup chaap jawaab ka intezaar karta hai.”

um. the irony. you realise that’s what gauri’s been doing for MONTHS now??? MONTHS. one day and you’re dying like this, you weakass loser.

wait was he talking about gauri or himself? or both??? like... i need more exposition. 🤔🤔🤔🤔

he’s crying though and i can’t handle and i just want to love away his pain, ugh ommmmm. my stupid trash son.

OMFG THE HORRIFIC CGI ARE YOU KIDDING ME WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK I CAN MAKE A BETTER BG FOR THEM IN LIKE... MS PAINT OR SOME SHIT, WHAT THE FUCK

and how the fuckkkkk is this their chath??? this is a damn hilltop. come on.

lol why the ghoongat, anika? so damn extra.

THIS SCENE IS BEING RUIIIIIIIIIIIIINED BY THE CGI I JUST CANT GET OVER IT OH GOD ITS SO HORRIBLE I CAN’T CONCENTRATE ON THE SEXY COZ OF IT.

OK FOCUS TT. FOCUSSSSSSSSS.

ismein dhoondne ki kya baat hai, it’s right fucking there in like... neon letters. bloody nonsense. like you didn’t try at allllllllllll, mehendi waali!

haaaaaaaaaye.

lol she just straight up told him that she likes dom!Shivaay better. he’s like whatever you sayyyyy, m’lady. call me “daddy”.

oh come on tej, use all your power to find gauriiiii.

lovinggggg om burning in angst. lovingggg it.

whoooops. english sir ko badi utaavli chadhi thi.

but at least om has a location to go find her now!!!!

oh boy, don’t tell me om’s suspecting her again. i’ll kill you, boy. i will.

oooooooh whut. tej is here to having bonding talk.

of course, this is the last thing om needs right now.

like tej’s “redemption” is hella stupid, but ok, i’m tired of hating him, so whatever.

“badi der kardi huzoor, aate aate.”

*hugs my poor angsty poet son*

“ab badalne ka koi fayda nahi hai, kyunki maine apne baap ke bina jeena seekh liya hai.”

siiiiiiiiiiigh. these 4 lions men and their daddy issues.

“main aaj tak apne pareshaaniyo se ladte aaya hoon. aur aaj bhi ladunga, akele.”

“ek bhi shikaayat nahi hai mujhe aap se. shikaayaat toh unse hoti hai, jinse umeed ho.”

my heart is breaking for my boy here.

it’s also going dhak dhak for how. damn. handsome. he. is. CANNOT ABLE TO HANDLE ONLY 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

yaaaaaaaaaaaas call him out on all the BS, om! PULL THOSE DAMN RECEIPTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

look at his poor broken face. i am destroyed. despite everything he says, he’s just a little boyyyyyyyyyy, wanting a dad. 😥😥😥😥

that’s the best advice tej can give him: don’t be like me. respect your marriage. cherish your wife.

OH BOY WHAT IS THIS RAGEY “MAIN AB USSSE SAMAJHNE MEIN KOI GALTI NAHI KAROONGA” WHAT DOES THIS MEAN OM YOU BETTER NOT BE SUSPECTING HER ANYMORE SO HELP ME GOD DON’T MAKE ME COME IN THERE AND SET JANGO ON YOUR ASS AGAIN

omfg pleaseeeeeeeeeeee do not telll shivaaay anything. please let him have this one fucking wedding.

oh thank god.

why’s billu wearing holi waale clothes again?

ohhhhhh boy, who dat? is it svetlana??? anika? whooooooo????

#ishqbaaz #ishqbaaaz #ib episode liveblogs #episode liveblogs #270917 ib lb

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fiercyy · 7 years ago

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Que Pasa Culata de Azucar?

Summary: Jake learns Spanish and does not immediately tell Amy. "Congratulations. It only took you 10 years to learn the language your partner speaks."

Thank you @cats-sarcasm-and-fandoms for the translations!

Amy is the kind of girl who went to college despite knowing she would be pursuing a career in law enforcement. She loved to learn; so, not only did she graduate summa cum laude but she double majored in Art History and Classics. On top of English, Spanish and a smattering of textbook-perfect french, Amy could read and write in greek, latin and hebrew.

It was sort of embarrassing.

Yesterday, he couldn’t figure how to fix the remote for his television so he ended up watching the Young and the Restless for four hours on his day off.

Amy and Jake put forth equal amounts of effort in very different ways, towards very different things. Besides their work itself.

Amy absorbs information like a sponge before wringing it out into the appropriate, color coded and labelled buckets in her head. She remembers literally everything ever and is thus great at crosswords and jeopardy.

Jake absorbs what’s immediately useful and discards the rest.

Every aspect of Amy’s life, besides self-care and emotions, is all-gung-ho all the time.

Jake puts his effort into jokes, into making his life full of zest, n’stuff. He will go to heretofore unheard of lengths for the sheer enjoyment of making others laugh.

Jake would never say this about himself, because he operates based on the idea that he flies by the seat of his pants at all times, and stumbles into everything based on a combination of sheer dumb luck and awesomeness of self.

On a Wednesday, for the first time, (well, not the first time. He probably put some effort into studying for the detectives exam or something. Or passing high school math. There’s got to have been something right?) Jake decides that he should take a page out of his weirdo wife’s book.

Much later, far off down the line he’ll say it was frustration that drove him to this point. That he was tired of sitting alone in a sea of confusion when they visit her family. That his sheer inability to follow the stories of her guilty pleasure telenovella was so insurmountably annoying that he just had to act.

Really it was just a series of amazing, wonderful, Amy-Santiago-Specialty presents. First it’s Hannukah, Then christmas, then his birthday, then Valentines and NO ONE is as pro as his wife at blowing his damn mind, four subsequent gift-giving holidays in a row. He cried at his birthday surprise. Tell no one.

Six months later …

Amy bites her lip and frantically looks around the precinct, ensuring the absence of prying eyes. She very suavely and inconspicuously gets up from her desk and strolls over to Rosa’s area.

“What .” It is not a question, but an icy hiss.

When Amy, who isnt usually cowed that easily, doesn’t speak up, Rosa looks up at her through narrow, calculating eyes. She must see something in her expression because she lets out an immense sigh and turns in her swivel chair. “What do you need?”

Amy opens her mouth.

And closes it.

Opens.

Closes.

Opens.

Rosa’s fingers under her chin bring her teeth together with a snap.

“Forget it,” she says nervously, “I’m being stupid. So stupid.”

“Probably!” Gina, who is across the room and not a part of this conversation, chimes in.

“Forget I said anything.” Amy makes to leave, face contorted in a painful wince. Rosa stares into her soul. Oh look at that. She’s grown roots. “Fine,” she sighs, “I need you to come help me stakeout a house.”

Rosa looks skeptical. “It’s a saturday.”

“Yes. Yes it is.”

“Where is this place?”

“East 47th and Claremont.”

“And you’re being weird about this because…”

Amy leans closer and whispers. “I think… I think Jake’s cheating on me.”

“HA!” Gina shouts loudly from where she has suddenly appeared right beside her ear. “That boy couldn’t, wouldn’t and probably shouldn’t be trolling for booty. He’s getting old, it’s kind of sad.”

“You’re the same age.”

“I am an ageless being made of pure light, descended from the heavens to grace you mere mortals with my presence.” She glances at her manicure, “So what are we waiting for? Are we going out on this stakeout or not?”

“No,” says Rosa flatly.

“Whyyyyyy,” Gina whines.

“Because Jake is not cheating on Amy. This is stupid.”

“But what if he is,” Amy pleads with her, “He’s been being weird. And he goes out every saturday. He says he has a pickup game with academy buddies. He doesn’t have academy buddies. ”

“That’s true,” Gina injects.

“You’re not helping,” spits Rosa, “Don’t legitimize her craziness.”

“Well, he’s also been hitting the gym more, but that’s none of my business.”

“Gina!”

“Please Rosa?” Amy’s eyes shine and her lips puff up in a pout, but what gets Rosa is the furrow of her brow and the very real worry she sees in her face.

“For the record, this is dumb.”

Gina and Amy take this as concession.

Rosa drives, Gina rides shotgun and Amy sits in the back. Together they watch the utilitarian brownstone. After an hour of inactivity the door opens and Jake bounds down the steps. He stops at the bottom and turns to wave at the woman in the doorway.

She can’t be more than 25. Her hair is long and black, bangs curl against her caramel cheek. It dimples when she smiles.

“ Goddamnit!” Amy shouts and slumps forward, head between her knees.

“Man. That boy has a type.”

“This is just great.”

“I will kill him for you,” offers Rosa.

“It doesn’t have to mean that right?” Amy seems to have chickened out of her own paranoia. “He could be here for any reason.”

“Sure he could,” says Gina, awkwardly patting her head. Amy lets out a breath and calms at the gesture. “But let’s be honest, probably not.”

Rosa hits her in the stomach.

“ Ow,” she grits pointedly.

“Come on, let’s head back to the precinct.”

Rosa does her very best to calm Amy down. (“Calm down,” she says.) And she doesn’t tell her this, but she runs the address through the database.

That night, Jake snuggles into her back and snuffles her hair. His warm hand caresses her arm and she feels so good, so safe. It makes her wonder how she could ever doubt him, when they fit together like this. He rubs his stubbly chin against her neck and settles in for the night.

And Amy just can’t let it go.

“Are we okay?” she asks breathlessly.

Jake is silent for a moment before he snorts. “Well, I should hope we’re better than okay at this point. We’ve been practicing for like four years.”

Amy turns in his embrace so they’re chest to chest. She’s so close that his eyes merge into one blurry one. He looks like a cyclops. She shakes her head free of the distraction. “I’m serious. Are we okay? Are you happy?”

Jake is taken aback and sounds afraid when he answers. “Why do you ask?”

She’s about to bring up her fears and feelings, she really is about to tell him the truth. But she imagines his reaction when she tells him she followed him. She imagines what he would say.

She chickens out.

The truth is, Amy is too scared to know. The truth is that Amy is so incandescently happy with her life that she’s willing to lie to herself a little. Maybe a lot. That frightens her, but not as much as the prospect of losing him to some young hot latina because seriously Jake? You are so transparent.

“I’m just… checking in. You know, like an audit. A relationship audit.”

“Why am I attracted to you again?” Her face burns and her gaze falls to his chest. Her shoulders curl inwards of their own volition. “Hey, I’m kidding. It’s just a bit I do,” Jake shucks her under the chin. “Hi, nice to meet you. My name is Jake Santiago, we’ll be married two years in September.”

“Sorry,” she sighs and leans up to rest her forehead against his. “Just been stuck in my head all day.”

“I think it’s sexy that you want to do a relationship audit. Should I whip out the spreadsheet pad? Will there be a physical evaluation of my assets?”

Amy laughs, “Oh definitely. I plan on being very thorough.”

“Santiago-style. I love it.”

“I love you,” she says with a bittersweet note to her voice.

“I bet I love you more.”

“False. But still, I don’t that’s something that I want to gamble on.”

Amy presses her lips against his and holds him tight. She slings her leg over his waist and rolls them over so that she’s on top, gently massaging his chest. “I love you Jake.”

“I love you too, Ames,” and he looks at her with wonderment and pride, the same way he has every day they’ve been together. It’s an expression that spreads warmth from her fingers to her toes and the thought of Jake with another woman flies out of her head. You can’t fake love like that. “You make me happier than I ever thought I could be. For the record.”

“For the record: same.”

It’s an hour and a half before Amy is asleep beside him, breathing evenly with her hands curled under her chin. Very carefully, Jake gets out of bed and sneaks out the bedroom floor and tiptoes into the living room where he left his satchel. He takes out his phone and earbuds then tiptoes back. He very carefully lower himself into bed and curls back up with his wife, who hasn’t budged an inch.

“Te equivocas de medio a medio, you are completely wrong. ”

He silently mouths along.

“ Claro hombre, eso es de cajón. Of course, that is obvious.”

The lease was under the name Marcia Rodgriguez, a 63-year-old mexican woman. It took some doing, but Rosa eventually found an ad that Marcia placed. She tutors Spanish as a second language.

Meanwhile, Jake is having trouble keeping it together. He’s been planning it for months. On their anniversary he’ll take her to the place where she proposed, get down on one knee and propose to her again in Spanish. Small consolation for her beating him to the punch in the first place but whatever. He knows it’ll make her happy. It’s the gift to trump all gifts, even those of the Santiago variety.

He would deny this, but he full on gushes to Boyle about it.

Who in turn, flings proportionate reaction to the wind and lifts Jake in the air, spinning him around. This is when Rosa walks into the bullpen. She turns around and walks right back out. Boyle, embarrassed, sets him down with a sheepish smile. A long pause then-

“Could you do that again? I felt like an eagle. It was magical.”

Amy is quickly losing patience with her mother. She holds her phone away from her for a moment so she can take a deep breath.

"Mama, es mi hermano. Sé que es un idiota, pero ¿qué es lo que quieres que haga?” Mama, he’s my brother. I know he’s an idiot, but what do you want me to do about it?

"Él y Mia lo resolverán solos, yo- no Mamá, sí, ¡escúchame! El domingo no puedo. Si pudiera tomarme el día libre lo haría-" He and Mia will work it out on their own, I- no Mama, yes, listen! Sunday doesn’t work. If I could get the day off I would-

She says it all in a very normal voice. If he still couldn’t speak Spanish he would never know anything was wrong. Amy does that sometimes. Growing up in a full house meant keeping problems to yourself. It’s something they work on, but this is a family thing, and despite being a part of it, he doubts she’ll bring it up with him. Or ask for a day off for herself.

When Amy’s in the bathroom he phones the Sarge. “Hey, could you put me on the schedule this Sunday instead of Amy? ...Yeah, I know, but I used to do doubles all the time... Once won’t hurt.”

Mateo comes to visit a week before their anniversary. Amy invites him back to their apartment and Jake makes himself scarce for a while. Amy and Mateo were always very close and he moved to Chicago three years ago. It was rough for her at first, he’s glad she has this time with him.

What he didn’t used to be glad about was how Mateo had this annoying habit of talking to Amy in Spanish whenever Jake was around.

Mateo had been the hardest of the Santiago siblings to win over, besides Amy herself. He was closest to Amy in age, only 10 months older. They were in the same grade through all of school. They were inseparable until being accepted into different colleges.

He doesn’t like Jake much. To this day, almost two years into his marriage, Jake still doesn’t know why. He knows it bothers Amy, but he can’t do anything about it.

Well, he couldn’t until now.

Spanish drifts from the living room into the kitchen.

“Siempre hace cosas tontas para llamar tu atención.” He’s always doing stupid things to get your attention. “¿No te cansas de sus estupideces?” You never get tired of his nonsense?

Mateo is sitting on their floral couch, across from Amy on the armchair. He’s spread as wide as he can, taking up the whole thing.

“No, me canso de él dejando su basura por todas partes. Muy doméstico. No es gran cosa.” No, I get tired of him leaving his crap everywhere. Very domestic. No big deal.

This is the moment he chooses to walk further into the room. Alerting them to his presence. The conversation doesn’t end, the thread continued as if he were invisible. He takes a seat beside his wife on the arm of her chair and smiles benignly, feigning misunderstanding.

Mateo has no compunctions about continuing to talk about him as if he’s not there. “Todavía no lo entiendo. Él es tan... Extrovertido y tú eres tan... Reservada.” Still don’t get it. He’s so… out there and you’re so… reserved.

Jake is sort of offended on Amy’s behalf. She glances at him with a furrowed brow, so that even if he didn't understand what was being said, he’d know it was about him. He shrugs.

“Me gusta que sea tan abierto, me hace mejor que él me ayude a relajarme. Él me hace ser mejor.” I kind of like that he’s so open, it makes me better that he helps me loosen up. He makes me better.

Jake has to fight down a blush.

“Estás bien como estás.” You’re fine as you are.

For the first time in the conversation, he concurs with Mateo.

“Sí, nunca se lo diría, pero cada vez que hace que nos desviemos, es siempre lo mejor. Probablemente la única aventura que he tenido en mi vida." Yeah, but I would never tell him so, but whenever he gets us sidetracked, it’s always the best. Probably the only adventure of my life. “Pero si se lo dices te mato.” But if you tell him though, I’ll kill you.

Jake is suddenly feeling overwhelmed. It’s not that Amy doesn’t say nice things to him, it’s just different when it’s not said for his benefit. In this moment (in all moments) he’s so glad that she chose him, so thankful that she’s in his life. He tries not to blush and fails, but that’s okay. Amy takes his hand and squeezes it.

“So. Who’s ready for food?” he interrupts.

Later, Amy comes out of the shower to find him organizing the previously ordered mess in which he lives his life. She stands in the doorway of the bedroom, clutching her towel to her chest, just watching.

He looks up from the sock drawer, feeling sheepish. The clean laundry had been piled in the corner of the room for three days. What he finds it not a teasing wife but a woman staring into the depths of his soul with dark eyes trained on his hands. Hands which he prides himself on because of their dexterity. Her plump lips part in an o and she blinks slowly. He can see a pink tongue running over white teeth and is struck dumb by it.

“I-I- uh, I’m organizing them by dressiness and color.”

Amy’s towel drops to the floor and she’s on him in an instant. Tackling him down onto the bed. “That is so hot.”

“Are you gonna just leave your towel on the floor?”

“Oh my god.”

“I have acquired a superpower,” says Jake to Charles in the breakroom. “She talks about her problems, I fix them, awesome sex. It’s a win win all around!”

“I dunno Jakey, this seems like a bit of an invasion of her privacy.”

“She’s talking right in front of me. And did I mention how good this sex was because-???”

“So basically you’re trying to justify lying to her.” Jake jumps three feet in the air. “Also, congratulations, it took you 10 years to finally learn the language your wife speaks. Good going, Jake.”

“When did you get here?” he shouts at Rosa. “It’s not lying. I’m using my powers for good. She never would have told me her brother was having marital problems and she never would have asked Holt for the day off to be with her family. Plus, this morning she was on her phone with her mom and said ‘Me gustaría que no oliera a huevos después de perseguir delincuentes’ which means I wish he didn’t smell like eggs after we chased perps. So I put on deodorant!”

“...” Rosa appears unimpressed.

“Come on, I’m telling her soon. Anniversary surprise!”

“Tell her now.”

“No.”

“Tell her.”

“You can’t make me!”

She shoots him a look.

“Okay, maybe you can. But please don’t.”

The death glare she shoots him as she leaves the room makes him question whether she will honor his request.

It doesn’t take long. He’s sitting with Amy, picking at her Pho when Rosa joins them. “Tu esposo es tonto y cree que eres una maniática controladora.” Your husband is an idiot and thinks you're a control freak.

“I am not! And that’s not even true!”

“How did you understand that?”

“Yes Jake,” says Rosa pleasantly. “Is it because you are a super genius and therefore comprehend all languages?”

Amy stares at her husband with suspicious eyes, “No, that’s not it.”

Amy doesn’t speak to him the rest of the day. They sit across from each other in uncomfortable silence where she works and pretends not to feel his stare searing into her face.

He knows he’s in big trouble.

At five o’clock on the dot he gets up from his desk, yanks Amy from her seat and drags her into the evidence lockup shouting, “We’re off the clock dweebs!” over his shoulder.

In the space where they kissed properly as themselves for the first time, where they got together, where they said goodbye before she went undercover, where they killed a man with their hot sexy makeout skills, Jake takes his wife’s hands and drops to one knee. “I’m sorry,” he says. “It was supposed to be a surprise.”

“¿Quieres casarte conmigo...de nuevo?” Will you marry me...again? Then he laughs and looks around the room. “Debes decir que sí.” You have to say yes.

"Of course!" she flings her arms around him and presses her face into his chest. "I though you were cheating on me, you asshole!"

"Wait what?!"

“Nothing, never mind. Te amo, cariño,” I love you Sweetheart, Amy replies, a little tearfully.

“Yooooo I’d totally forgotten about that. This opens up a whole new arena of obnoxiously cute nicknames, sugarbutt! Or should I say culata de azúcar? Doesn’t roll off the tongue the same.”

#peraltiago #amy x jake #b99 #brooklyn nine nine #fanfiction #jake x amy #my fic #jake peralta #amy santiago #what's up sugarbutt

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The first time it had happened, Percival Graves had been mildly amused. The other times, not so much.

Credence looked wide eyed and slightly flustered, like he’d been doing something he shouldn’t behind his desk.

oh honey

“Are you feeling well?” He had asked, slightly surprised. The counter hid the contents of the desk from his eyes and he did his best to avoid sneaking a peek.

“Yes.” Credence replied, trying for casual as he brushed a smudge of cream from the corner of his mouth. “How can I help you, Director?”

“I need form 3-E.” He replied, his suspicion growing as Credence hurried in the back room.

It had been odd and he couldn’t stop the nagging feeling in the back of his head. If not familiar, the two had at least grown comfortable with one other, which was a necessity, considering how often he seemed to hang around Tina Goldstein. He had even thought that… But apparently not, from the way the younger Scamander’s letters brought a badly disguised twinkle to her eye.

there is nothing that brings me more joy in life than Credence and Tina, Office Buddies

He had thought they had grown past that awkwardness. Having Credence Barebone in the Woolworth had been odd, to say the least. It was a strange experience for Percival to carry around the face that had brought so much trouble to someone he hardly even knew. Still, they had tried to make do, to ignore the Erumpent in the room every time they crossed paths. It hadn’t really worked.

He was a bit abashed Credence had been the one to take matters into his own hands. He had been cornered one evening, the corridors emptied out for the day, just the Aurors on night shift remaining, which explained his jumpiness at the knock on the door.

“He was a bit abashed” please read Percival Graves is a big fat coward that doesn’t understand feelings. Also, Credence wait until everybody leaves because that’s not creepy at all.

“Director?” Credence had asked, peeking into his office. “Could I have a moment?”

“Mr. Barebone, come in.” He waved him inside, curiosity peaked. “Is there a problem?”

“No, not a problem. I just wanted to say something.” He gulped. “I’m sorry, sir, I just couldn’t help but notice that you…”

He stopped himself before continuing.

“I just wanted to say, I…” Credence steeled himself. “I don’t know what you know happened, before…”

poor boo is trying so hard

“Mr. Barebone, it’s alright.” He was uncomfortable watching him flounder so, especially knowing he was partially to blame.

eeww feelings

“No. please let me finish.” He was surprised enough at the interruption to wordlessly gesture for Credence to continue. “I may have thought that… well, I understand completely that you were different people and I’d just like you to know that I worked through it and… I don’t want to make you feel embarrassed or uncomfortable.”

A beat. Credence’s hands twisted together and he saw the blush rising to his cheeks.

“Thank you, Mr. Barebone.” He cleared his throat. “Truly. This was very mature of you. And in the name of fairness, I would also appreciate it if you tell me if I ever make you feel uncomfortable. Deal?”

“You don’t.” He’s quick to deny, shaking his head. “But alright, it’s a deal.” Credence clasped at the offered hand and gave him a relieved smile.

If anything, the late night confession seemed to have brought them both a degree of peace. Credence was not an unpleasant person, on the contrary. He was the very image of politeness and professionalism, always greeting him with a nod and the awkward smile of someone who is still getting used to wearing one. He was also something of an overachiever, frequently pitching in where there was a lack of a pair of hands, be it the typing pool or making coffee.

graves is developing a crush on that pretty young thing at the office

Usually though, his domain was the cavernous archives in the bowels of MACUSA. Percival couldn’t help but feel slightly claustrophobic surrounded by the oak filing cabinets that seem to stretch into the ceiling above.

yeah, graves does not like underground, dark spaces anymore.

Credence is carrying around a tray with Queenie Goldstein the second time it happens. He crosses them in one of the side corridors and is about to say something when he hears her.

“And Jacob said you’re free to stop by whenever you want.”

“He did?” Credence squeaks, looking away, his ears coloring red.

Percival stops himself from walking into the wall, but only just.

look. i love the image of graves almost walking into a wall so much that this fic was already completed and edited and i had to go back and add this in

“Director, good morning.” Goldstein greets him with her usual coquettish exuberance. Credence echoes her, appearing relieved at his appearance.

saved by the graves

“Good morning.” He looks at the two for a second, Goldstein’s wide smile undimmed at the scrutiny. “Well, carry on.” He bites out, continuing in the opposite direction.

what the fuck

Who the hell is Jacob?

He keeps his ear out for mentions of this Jacob fella and hears a few scattered remarks, usually from the Goldstein sisters. If Credence is in the vicinity, the most common reaction is a deep blush that Percival grudgingly admits is quite fetching. One time it happens as he’s stepping out for lunch, and walks past Tina Goldstein happily munching on a hotdog and Credence picking at his own pretzel.

graves’ crush on the pretty yound thing at the office is progressing along nicely feat. Credence and Tina, Junk Food Buddies

If he’s being entirely honest with himself, he’s happy for Credence. The young man had shown to be resilient beyond measure, to not only live past what was done to him, but also to thrive now that he’s conquered his own place in their world. There’s a degree of admiration for Credence that Percival won’t bother denying.

like, graves has a crush but he also genuinely appreciates and respects my honey

And this is good for him, truly it is. If Credence has a crush it could mean he’s moving on with his life, and if it’s someone the Goldstein sisters, his erstwhile protectors, seem to approve of, then this Jacob can’t be a bad egg. Really, he is very glad.

hmmmmMMMMMM WHYYYYYY YOU LYYYYYIIIIIIIIIIIIIING

The cat comes out of the bag one day a couple of weeks later. He’d been meeting with a contact and was on his way to find a quiet alley to Apparate from when he sees that familiar tall silhouette step down the El stairs on Rivington.

“Afternoon, Mr. Barebone.” He says to Credence’s back and the young man quickly spins around in surprise.

“Director.” He smiles at him, head cocked to the side. Oh, that’s… Well. “What are you doing here?”

oh noes he’s hot.

Percival clears his throat.

“Oh I’m sorry, that was rude of me.” He continues, looking genuinely apprehensive.

“Not at all, I was meeting someone. Do you live around here?” He asks as Credence suddenly turns shifty.

“Pretty close. I live on 11th Street.” He’s no expert on No-Maj transportation but he’s almost positive the El has stops closer to 11th Street. And Credence still looks shifty.

i actually searched for and saved a 1924 subway map of ny, this is how intense i am about historical accuracy

“That’s still a bit of a walk at the end of a day’s work. Would you like me to Apparate you there?” Percival offers and Credence visibly pales.

“Please, don’t trouble yourself.” He answers with a tone of finality.

“Very well.” He says, straightening his back, feeling prickly and inexplicably annoyed all of a sudden. “Have a nice-“

you know that feeling when you feel ~weird and awkward~ in front of somebody you like and that causes you to behave like a prickly hedgehog

“Oh, Credence, hello!” He turns around at the cheery voice that sounds behind him to come face to face with a portly No-Maj with a moustache.

“Hello, Mr. Kowalski!” The steel in Credence’s voice disappears completely and Percival can’t help himself from turning a disbelieving eye at him. Kowalski turns to Percival and holds out his hand.

“Jacob Kowalski.” He introduces himself brightly as Percival takes the handshake. “Oh, that’s a strong grip you got there.” Jacob continues, still smiling.

you know when you’re a dick to other people bc YOU have a crush

“Percival Graves.” He bites out, dropping the hand. Credence is looking at him nervously out of the corner of his eye.

“Have you closed for the day, Mr. Kowalski?” Credence interrupts and Kowalski looks truly apologetic.

“I’m ‘fraid so, but I don’t mind opening up again.” The man offers but Credence shakes his head.

“It’s fine, wouldn’t want to put you to any trouble.” Credence looks at him for a second before drawing his eyes away. “I’ll just be going now, goodbye Mr. Kowalski, Director.” He nods at each of them before hurrying away, being quickly swallowed up by the crowd of commuters returning home for the night.

imagine being stuck talking to your crush and your boss’ boss’ boss who you wanted to fuck when he had been impersonated by a magical fascist

Percival takes his leave with a nod before ducking into an alley and Apparating away.

So.

That was the famous Jacob.

He was not what Percival expected.

Truthfully, the Jacob he had conjured up in his mind was some faceless, generically handsome young man to stand next to Credence. Hardly a living, breathing human No-Maj. Oh, that was going to be a problem.

One he had absolutely no interest getting involved in. Especially since neither of the Goldsteins have seen fit to discourage the little affair.

He was going to stay in his lane and not meddle. Mr. Barebone was an adult and his life was none of Percival’s business.

percival graves is gonna stay in his lane bc he does not care. at all. it’s not his business.

Unfortunately all the progress that had been done seemed to have evaporated in the course of a few minutes. Gone were the friendly nods and small smiles and the greetings of “Good morning, Director” he had become accustomed to without realizing it. Credence was still the very image of professionalism but there was an awkwardness there that he had believed had been buried for good. The return of twisting hands and ducked heads was a deeply unwelcome development.

Equally unfortunate was the random appearance of boxes of Kowalski’s Quality Baked Goods around the office, because apparently he’s surrounded by personnel that have no respect for the Law, whatsoever.

everybody wants to fuck jacob kowalski. seriously, he’s like catnip for wizards.

One day he’s alone in the break room and he angrily tries one pastry that looks unsettlingly like a Niffler. He’s aghast at himself for enjoying it so much.

On another, he just takes to staring angrily at the box on the counter. A throat being cleared awakes him from his staring contest with a cream puff and he turns his glare to the man next to him.

“What is it, Anthony?” He bites out.

“It’s Abernathy, actually, sir.” The man mumbles before looking at him carefully. “Are you feeling alright, sir?”

“I’m fine.” He replies tensely before getting up and barricading himself in his office because he must be losing his damn mind.

This whole situation is ridiculous, he argues with himself. Why is he so bothered by this? He can’t say it’s because of the Law, because he could have, should have, reported the situation if he thought it was in breach. But it’s not illegal for a wizard to buy from a No-Maj, hell most of his fellow wizards buy groceries from No-Majs because they’re cheaper by the pound.

so, this is entering meta territory but....... i imagine there must be a very small wizarding community in america bc rappaport must have worked as a big deterant to immigrants from europe (in contrast, canada, brazil, and argentina must be BOOMING). so, if you’re gonna grow food for such a small number of ppl in magical ways, it’s probably gonna be very expensive if we apply normal market rules

Mr. Barebone isn’t doing anything wrong by buying sweets from a neighborhood bakery. It’s just…

Unsettling.

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Mr. Barebone. On the contrary, he had already given ample proof of being an intelligent young man with a good head on his shoulders. Which is why he couldn’t understand the fixation.

What was it? Was it the moustache?

this is also me projecting, i admit

He catches sight of his distorted reflection in the chrome of the fountain pen and grimaces. He really should have taken a longer leave of absence.

A few days later, he returns to his contact on Rivington Street. Apparently, he glares through the whole meeting and leaves a very nervous informant behind as he shuts the door and stalks out. He can’t wait to get out of this damn street. He’s heading for the usual alley when he catches sight of a head of familiar blond curls through a restaurant window.

He slows down and takes a few steps back.

Is that…

Queenie Goldstein and Jacob Kowalski sitting across from one another, gazing into each other’s eyes?

Son of a bitch.

he’s just so offended that these two are going around behind credence’s back

Kowalski is even resting his head on his hand, Goldstein smiling widely at him.

He reminds himself a Graves, especially him, does not make scenes. He has to summon all his good breeding and willpower but he braces his shoulders and walks deliberately to the Apparation point without breaking Rappaport’s Law his own damn self.

He’s fuming as he reappears in an alley on Broadway.

Just who the hell does this Jacob Kowalski thinks he is, some kind of baking Casanova seducing wizards and witches left and right?

i will never write anything better than this line. i know this and accept it.

And then there’s Credence. How is Credence going to react to this? He’s shown himself to be immensely strong but it’s still a dirty betrayal by the both of them. Percival has hexed people for less.

Should he even meddle? He’s never involved himself in the personal lives of MACUSA staff nor has any intentions to, but…

If Credence finds out any other way and it just hurts him more? If Percival could spare him that pain, shouldn’t he at least try? In the name of maintaining a harmonious workplace, he reminds himself, nothing more.

whyyyyyyyyy youuuuuu lyyyyyyyyingggggg

His feet walk him through MACUSA and take him down to the archives without his consent, he realizes as he blinks at the double doors. Well, might as well.

He steps inside, the same unsettling feeling of being too far underground crawling beneath his skin. He has no idea how Credence does it every day, he’d be tearing his hair out in one hour. His steps echo across the silent room. He looks at his wristwatch and curses under his breath, Credence is still at lunch, most likely.

He turns around and is reaching for the door when it swings open, the man himself stepping quietly inside.

“Director.” The surprise is enough to remove any awkwardness and Percival is struck by how much he missed this. “I’m sorry, I was at lunch, can I help you with something?” He asks, stepping over to his work place, a light coat and hat in hand which are quickly hidden from Percival’s sight.

He should say something, he reminds himself, as Credence cocks his head at his loud silence, a worried look in his eyes. Percival is not going to examine the warmth he feels at being the recipient of that concern.

oh noes he’s cute

“Sir, are you alright? Should I call somebody?” He’s rising out his chair and Percival shakes his head.

“Forgive me, I was distracted.” Credence nods slowly, like he’s some odd specimen. “I need form 23-F, please.” He manages to choke out before blanching in horror at himself. Credence nods, obviously not realizing what he asked for and goes into the back.

“What the fuck?” He whispers once Credence is out of hearing distance. He’s tempted to run out of the archives but he knows that would be even more mortifying.

Credence is frowning when he returns, looking down at the form that covers Indecent Behaviour complaints.

“Is everything alright, sir?” Credence asks quietly as he slips him the form. Percival resists burying his head in his hands and decides once he’s back in his office he’s going to do a deep soul search on why he keeps acting like a complete moron in front of the young man.

because he is a complete moron, next question

The door opens at that moment, hopefully sparing him any further embarrassment. Or so he foolishly thought because it’s Queenie Goldstein in a swirl of pink taffeta, blond curls and a dazzling smile that slips through the door, a familiar beige box in her hand. That is some nerve, he fumes.

“Hello, Credence, Director.” She greets them, completely ignoring the withering look Percival is sending her and Credence’s confused one jumping between the two of them. “I gotcha something.”

“Thank you.” Credence thanks her and Percival really is so furious at the whole thing he just bites out an acid “how nice” under his breath.

eveybody should have a percival graves friend in cause your crush hooks up with somebody else

Queenie smiles widely, waving them both off with a twinkle in her eye and flouncing off.

Percival’s hands clench at the counter before opening his mouth to excuse himself, when Credence interrupts him.

“Sir?”

Percival hums and Credence takes it as indication to continue.

“You told me to tell you if I ever felt uncomfortable around you.” Percival feels his heart sink. “And while I wouldn’t say that you’ve made me uncomfortable and that I am aware also to blame in that.” Credence waves off his attempt at interruption. “There’s something going on and it started that day.”

Percival nods and steels himself, elbows leaning on the counter.

“That day, I noticed the way you looked at Mr. Kowalski and while it truly isn’t my intention to tell you how to live your life, I feel I should remind you that Rappaport’s Law doesn’t allow… close relationships with No-Majs.” He hopes he sounded official enough as he looks at a quickly reddening Credence.

“Oh. That.” He whispers, head bowed.

“Yes.” He feels like a wretch.

“You don’t have to worry about that, Director, Mr. Kowalski doesn’t care for men, like that.” His tone changes on the last two words, there’s a weight there. “It’s just… He was always very nice to me, but I knew it could never…” He trails off before raising his head and he looks so proud it takes his breath away. “But thank you, for coming to me with this, it means a lot.”

look. i really made it a point of these two being grown ups and dealing with shit in a mature grown up way instead of going through the misunderstandings path. credence goes on with his life, has a crush on a straight, isn’t reciprocated and he deals with it himself. graves has a crush but he’s not a creep about it, he likes credence but he also respects him, and he’s more worried over his feelings at queenie x jacob, than getting an opening in for himself BC THIS IS A NICE STORY WHERE PEOPLE ARE NICE

Percival nods, heart full, feeling impossibly fond of the young man in front of him.

He pushes himself off from his position leaning against the counter, and feels slightly embarrassed at the whole thing.

“Director?”

“Yes, Credence?” His given name slips out and Credence’s eyes widen.

oops

“Your form.” Credence is holding out that thrice damned piece of paper he had completely forgotten about.

“Thank you.” He steps back and reaches for it.

“You’re welcome, Mr. Graves.” Credence smiles at him with a twinkle in his dark eyes and he’s not strong enough to stop himself from reciprocating. “Have a nice day.”

cheeky

Two days later, Credence is on coffee duty. Percival raises his head from his notes at the characteristic four knocks on the door that nobody else seems to use.

“Come in.” Credence steps inside, a tray of mugs in his hands and sends him a small smile as he reaches out for his mug with a sigh. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, sir.” He says and bites his lip, immediately afterwards, clenching his fingers at the rectangular tray.

“What’s wrong?” He wants nothing less than the return of the hesitant Credence.

“Nothing’s wrong.” He’s quick to assure. “You know that diner on Murray Street? I hear they have very good coffee.”

“Do they?” There’s a buzzing in his ears and it’s not completely unpleasant.

“Yes. Would you like to try it, someday?”

get it boi

“Yes, that would be very nice.” He can’t stop the smile to creeps up on his face, especially when he sees it reflected on Credence’s.

they’re so ridiculous i love them

#my words

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Okay, it’s time, team. Many GOT-related thoughts/live blog below. Winter is here, so here we fucking go.

We made it. We’re here. GOT is back, and I’ve made it to Monday night Australian time without a single major spoiler. Let’s go.

- Holy shit this recap is savage

- Oooo I’d forgotten all about Euron. Cersei’s new mate?

- Umm excuse me why the fuck is Walder Frey here

- HE’S FUCKING DEAD. HE LITERALLY DIED LAST EPISODE.

- What the fuck is going on. Oh. my. god. Is this Arya?!!!

- ‘But you didn’t slaughter all of the Starks’ ARYA I LOVE YOU OMG

- ‘The North remembers... Winter came’ I am so alive. I cannot believe Arya just Rains of Castamere’d House Frey what the heck it’s been like 2 minutes

- AND HERE’S THAT TITLE THEME. Waited 12 months for this shit and it’s some good shit.

- Also, that Oldtown model is incredible.

- Okay, so this is unnerving. White Walkers? Surely it’s too early to be North of the Wall? Oh okay well apparently not

- HOLY SHIT THEY’RE AT THE WALL. Also, why do the Starks keep just missing each other Jesus Christ

- I fucking love Lyanna Mormont, god’s gift to this show honestly

- Unpopular opinion but I love Sansa these days. She ain’t got time for anyone’s shit anymore. These guys sided with her abuser? She will wreck them. She’s going to give Jon a few grey hairs this season for sure

- Awww I live for Stark sibling bonding, these scenes are few and far between

- Urgh, Cersei. This bitch. Sansa’s right, she’s definitely coming for your ass, Jon.

- No Jaime, be angry! I need you to kill her please

- This redecorating is so extra. Also, Olenna ain’t to your west anymore, love. She’s two steps ahead of you.

- Okay I was totally joking about Euron being Cersei’s new mate, but cool. Also, those black sails are mildly terrifying.

- Ahahaha Jaime is so done. I’m calling it now, he puts a sword through Cersei before the season is over

- Euron looks insane, look at those eyes

- “Own the seas” fucking lol, getting flashbacks to Dany’s badass fleet charging towards Westeros

- “Two good hands” ah yes, can’t go a Jaime and Cersei scene without a twincest reference

- This library is fucking gorgeous. However, Sam’s currently undertaking the internship from hell.

- Well bet whatever’s behind that gate is important in a few episodes now

- Okay, I am so sure the series will end with Sam in the citadel writing all this down. I suspected last season, but this convo is convincing me.

- BRIENNE. PODD. TORMOND. THANK YOU, THRONES.

- Get the fuck away from my girl, Littlefinger. Sass the shit out of him, Sansa.

- Yeah, he wants Sansa cause he couldn’t get in Cat’s pants and he’s a total creep

- EXCUSE ME I’D KNOW THAT VOICE ANYWHERE, IS THAT ED SHEERAN?! OH MY GOD IT’S ED SHEERAN. Don’t you dare kill the Ginger Jesus, Arya. Don’t you dare.

- Aww I haven’t heard Arya laugh since Season 1, my heart.

- Urgh no can we not with the Lord of Light crap

- “There’s no divine justice you dumb cunt” I can’t breathe

- Hound ain’t gonna see shit, pal. Wait wait. What the fuck. WHAT?!

- East Watch by The Sea?????! Oh no, no no no, that’s the one the Wildings are going to. I swear to god, if Tormond carks it

- Wait, we’re doing this now???! Now?!!! We’re doing the restricted section now??! IT’S EPISODE ONE.

- Ohhhhh, so Jon and Dany are going to be pals soon then I guess

- God lord that actually made me scream. Hi, Jorah!

- DRAGONSTONE. SHE’S FINALLY HERE THANK CHRIST. DANY HAS TOUCHED DOWN, I’M DOWN, I’M NOT OKAY. SIX. FUCKING. SEASONS. LATER.

- That music. Dany’s theme x the title theme, music is always on point in this show.

- Ooooooo so they’ve both got war maps. Maybe my GOT geography will improve this season?

- NO THAT CAN’T BE IT

- YOU CAN’T END IT THERE FUCK YOU GAME OF THRONES. Iconic line, but whyyyyyy I don’t want to wait another week

All in all, amazing incredible fantastic episode. Season 7 is off to a cracking start. And if you made it to the end of this, you deserve the Iron Throne yourself haha. But as always, the constant question now entering it’s fourth season - where the hell is Gendry?

#game of thrones #got spoilers #got live blog #emma watches got #this is super long so feel free to ignore haha

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