#I literally can’t remember how the conversation went. it took me by such surprise

[justtogetthrough]

The psychiatrist gave me Ritalin without even asking holy shit

I was on it in undergrad for chronic fatigue syndrome and that was a FIGHT. My school doctor kept taking me off it every other year or so whenever she’d get paranoid about prescribing controlled substances off label. I haven’t even thought about asking for it again in years because it’s a fight I don’t have energy for.

He just. Asked how I’ve been doing and I said I can’t manage much, can’t work on grad school because I feel dead all the time. And he offered it. Just straight up said “have you ever been on stimulants?” and I told him yes I’ve tried vyvanse, concerta, and ritalin and he asked which worked best

Bless this man 😭

[luimagines]

How would the chain go about introducing their s/o when they're in their hyrule?

Oh this certainly varies from Link to Link huh?

I'm going to do this in headcanon form.... ish. I hope that's ok :D

Masterlist

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Time

Not one to do things with fan fare

Literally just walked home

Gave his S/O a proper kiss

Then told the boys to make themselves at home. 

Twilight trips over his own feet a bit when he sees them

Time sends him a knowing look at Twilight knows to expect a conversation later

“Oh it’s so good to finally meet all of you in person.” They say. “You’re all so dashing!”

Time snorts. “They get their looks from me.”

“Well thank goodness they didn’t get your nose.”

“Why must we mentions tragedies so casually in this house?”

Introductions follow similarly to the comic

Warrior raises an eyebrow at Time

This person sounds familiar to him and he’s going to ask his own round of questions later

Time gives nothing away, naturally

“We don’t have a lot of room.” They say as the boys get settled in. “I would have cleaned up a bit more if I knew you were coming today... or that there was no many of you. My goodness, I hope I can keep up with all the names.”

“Good thing there’s only one to remember.” Time teases.

“Quiet you.” They whip a towel in his direction. “It’s only polite to call them what they wish... The thing is, I fear that if I call them by their name, things would be more difficult than simply using the imposed nicknames.”

“It’s no so bad.” Wind pipes up. “If you need at least one of us, then we’ll come and help. I don’t think it matters who.”

They soften. “I can’t say that surprises me. If you’re like my husband, than you’re all willing to lend a helping hand no matter what.”

“Good, we can put them to work  tomorrow.”

“Link!”

All heads snap toward them. 

Time laughs. 

Twilight

Twilight actually wouldn’t shut up about them the second they entered were even remotely near his village

“I’ve missed them so much. I’m happy to see them. I want to surprise them. Do I look ok? Should I wash? They tend to worry a lot. I don’t want to give them any reason to think I’m not looking after myself.”

Wild and Legend share an exasperated look

Warrior went to say something snarky but Time hits him over the head before any sound could leave his mouth

“Easy pup. Calm down. You’re going to make us worry.”

Twilight coughs and straightens tunic anyway

“Sorry, sorry.”

Sky leans over and steps closer to Twilight.

“Are they nice?”

Twilight gets a soft look on his face, staring a thousand yard away with hearts in his eyes

”They are the nicest person you would ever meet. Wouldn’t even hurt a skulltula. And they sing and dance and I swear it could be enough to make a grown man cry-”

“Well don’t start.”

Four punches his side, trying to knock him out of whatever unloaded rant that was about to be unlocked

“We get the message. They’re the love of your life. When do we meet them?”

“Ah!”

Twilight begins to actually pay attention to where they are, just to make sure that they’re in the right place

“Soon.”

He jogs ahead of the group and spins around with a large grin on his face

“Gentlemen, welcome to my home!”

And there, working at the front of the house, is his s/o

Twilight gets to surprise them after all

Wild

Wild was a bit nervous

Wild took the group to his house and hoped that his partner would forgive him for the lack of warning

He takes a deep breath

He opens the door and sets his supplies by the door

“Honey? I’m home!”

Silence

Wild is both relieved but on edge

Where are they?

The Champion turns to the others. “Make yourselves at home. I’ll get started on something to eat.”

“Question.” Hyrule raises his hands. “Who’s Honey?”

“The love of my life.” Wild replies easily. “I guess they’re not home right now.”

Wind and Warrior both walk into the room

Legend and Twilight both take a seat at the table, letting their bodies finally have a rest from the travel

Hyrule and Time just sit on the floor

“Link?”

All of their heads turn to the door.

Wild grins and rushes them, scooping them up into his arms and spinning them around for a short moment

“Don’t mind the company. But I had to see you again.”

They wrap their arms around his neck and hold him close. “It’s ok. I missed you too. It’s quiet without you.”

“Aww...” Sky lets out a little sound of adoration. “Cute. Is the fire normal?”

Wild snaps his head to the stove and runs to regulate the temperature.

This s/o laugh. “Yes and no. Not at that height.”

“Regular occurrence?” Four snickers.

“On the off days.”

Warrior

It happens by accident

Warrior was happy to be home for a while and was eager to meet his partner

But life decided to throw a curve ball

“Link!” A guard runs up to the group, b-lining to Warrior much tot he group’s momentary confusion. “You’re partner is in the hospital! They don’t know you’re here-”

Warrior hears nothing else and takes of sprinting

The others don’t really know what else to do but to follow him

Warrior knows his way around the entire grounds

Sky is left behind (unsurprisingly quickly)

Four stays behind to make sure he’s ok

Warrior bursts in the medical bay and demands to see them

He had wanted to go home and surprise them but this is next 

Warrior is escorted to his partner’s bedside

Only Time, Wind and Legend were allowed to follow them even then

The staff didn’t want to over crowd the patient in the bed

Warrior rushes over and takes their hand

They cough and smiles. “You’re home.”

“I’m sorry.” Warrior bites his lip. He raises their hand to kiss it. “I wanted to come home sooner.”

“You can’t control that.” They wince. “I’ll be fine. Everyone is freaking out over this for no reason.”

“No reason?!” Warrior nearly jumps to his feet. “You were attacked. And this isn’t the first time-”

“Who’re your friends?” They smile as they cut Warrior off. 

Warrior pauses and only then he remembers that he has company. “Oh... My traveling group.

His partner smiles and points to Wind with their other hand. “I remember you.”

Wind nods and comes around the other side. “Hello.”

Time coughs. “I guess we should introduce ourselves... There’s more in the waiting room.”

“You’re too kind.”

“Warrior didn’t bother with an explanation.” Legend crosses his arms. “We didn’t have any other options that point.”

Time smacks his head.

Warrior coughs. “Right. Let me introduce you to my friends.” 

Wind (aged up)

Wind wasn’t thinking much about when it happens

It was a long time since he’s seen anyone of the group and he’s all grown up now

So when a group of freakishly familiar travelers knock on his door, he has no other option to let them in and let them talk

They all remember him of course but he struggles to remember some of them

“Link? Do we have company?” A new voice calls out

The group all freeze, stunned by the new voice

A few smug faces turn to the Link in question

His sun kissed s/o walk in and nearly drops the baskets they were carrying with the food for the week

They seem lost, a bit confused, and miffed all at once. “I would have appreciated it it you would have warned me in advance.”

Wind coughs. “To be completely honest, I wasn’t expecting them either. Don’t worry too much about the food, honey. I’ll figure it out.”

Warrior, older like the rest of them, smiles fondly. “All grown up now, are you?”

Wind can feel his eye twitch. “Aye, Captain. I’m no boy any more.”

“And yet we’re all still older than you.” Legend snorts and punches his shoulder. “Don’t get old, kid.”

“I’ll take that into consideration.”

“Link?” The s/o calls out again. “Are they... friends of yours?”

“I traveled with them for some time after I left the island.” He explains. “The heroes I mentioned when I returned.”

“Oh!” They smile.

They’re quick to introduce themselves.

The group returns the favor quickly, less they get confused with all of them sharing the same name.

Old nicknames make things easier to remember them by and Wind can very specific moments with each and every one of them

Memories that he shared with his partner 

Who smiles glee fully now being able to put a face to the names from the stories of old

Wind knows that look in their eye and is already dreading the moment the group leaves

Does he keep them a little longer to postpone it?

No, but he missed their company and he’s long due for brotherly teasing regardless

Everyone is aware of this, so why not get it out of the way?

Hyrule

Hyrule does so with little fan fare

He’s nervous but he can’t really understand why

He trust his friends

And he’s not embarrassed or ashamed of his s/o

Even so, he can’t help with desperately wish that they get along well

“So, this is the love of my life.” He says quietly, holding their hand with a small smile. “Say hi.”

They smile back, excited to meet the friends who helped their boyfriend gain some self-confidence. “Hello! Link’s mentioned you from time to time. I’m happy to finally meet you all in person.”

Legend, as always, has Hyrule’s back. “Of course. We’re happy to see him with someone as lovely as you. You’ve been taking care of this one, right?”

Hyrule is horrified

“Legend!”

“Oh this is the Hero of Legend?” They laugh. “Yes, yes, I’ve been taking great care of him.”

Warrior and Four bow, introducing themselves next. “A pleasure to meet you.”

They grin and bow back. “The pleasure is all mine.”

Time has to bite his smile as he holds out his hand. Twilight and Wild do the same and so Hyrule’s lover goes down the line, learning their tittles one by one.

“I didn’t think there would actually be so many of you.” They admit.

Wind laughs. “It’s kinda why we can’t go by our names. It would get too confusing too quickly.”

They smile with him. “I believe you.”

Sky holds his hand out next and shrugs. “We can’t say much about it though. It appears if you’ve met one Link, you’ve met them all.”

That gets them to laugh louder. “I don’t thin that was Link’s intention. But I have you all to thank for my relationship.”

“H-hey.” Hyrule blushes.

“He could barely look me in the eye.” They continue. “Apparently you all did something that finally got him to talk to me. I can’t say I minded waiting though. He’s cute so he gets a pass.”

Hyrule covers his face with his hands. “Must you tell them that.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re still cute.”

Legend

Legend wanted it to be a surprise

Meaning he didn’t want to show the others his s/o but the universe had other plans

Not to say that he was ashamed of them but he didn’t want any of the guys to make any comments

He was afraid that they would get along like a house on fire

His s/o came running out of the house to meet him

The group was sequentially ignored as they jumped into Legend’s arm, wrapped their arms around him and peppered his face with kisses

Legend couldn’t find it in himself to complain

He’s gladly soaking up their attention and willfully ignores the gawking, wolf whistles and cheers from the other guys

“So... ummm.. Are you gong to introduce us at some point?” Hyrule raises an eyebrow

Legend’s s/o makes a noise of acknowledgement and finally pulls away from the hero in question

“Oh! Hello. I’m sorry. Let me introduce myself.”

They brush themselves down and fix their hair, smiling brilliantly at the others 

Time smiles, remembering his younger years and sticks his hand out

“Lovely to meet you. I’m glad that there’s someone here to take care of our friend back at his home.”

They blush and Legend takes their hand into both of his. Picking it up and holding it close to his heart

“Is the bunny man still here?”

“So not the one I’m looking at?” They smirk.

Legend frowns and hangs his head. “Just tell me.”

“Yes.”

Legend groans and out comes the other man in question

Legend’s s/o is surprised that this group has already Ravio and they can only wait until he’s done with spiel before they can go around and make their own introductions.

“I’m glad that you’re here.” Hyrule says quietly while Legend tries to save Four from Ravio

Or rather, save Ravio from Four in terms of weapons and diligent care of the weapons he has

Legend would like to navigate the damage his s/o would do in terms of embarrassing him

But frankly, he’s missed them too much to care and Four might just go on a rampage

...Or get ideas...

Either way Legend isn’t willing to risk it

Sky

It’s not a large affair

It’s not even initially intended

Granted, Sky wanted to show off his s/o t the others at some point

But he was so homesick and full of yearn that he wasn’t really thinking about the others when he envisioned meeting them again

He wanted it to be just the to of them

Sky wanted to just lift them into his arms and kiss them senseless

He didn’t really think they would make it Skyloft as an entire group

So when all step through a portal right onto the main island, Sky is overjoyed!

He has to take a minute to let everything process

Sky’s first destination is his house where his beloved partner is

But everyone wants to say hi

Everyone wants to hear his story

Everyone wants to ask about the people he’s traveling with

Where they’re from

What they do

Why haven’t they seen them before?

Are they from the surface?

Well yes, technically

More questions follow

His partner actually hears about it before Sky can even make it through the academy grounds

Sky sighs and has to think about cutting the conversation short without seeming rude

“LINK!” The very voice he’s been yearning for cries out

He turns and it’s just like he envisioned it

They both start running toward each other

And collide with a solid thunk

He lifts them up and spins and begins to pepper them with kisses

Introductions will have to wait

Four

Literally wouldn’t shut up about them the second he realized he was home

He missed them so much

He explains everything little thing about them

From their hair to their eyes to the way they have a little dimple on the right side of their mouth when they laugh

Only to instantly to dive into their overly charming personality

No one has the heart (no one has the courage) to cut him off while he’s raving about the love of his life

Four goes from gushing about their personality to raving about stories and instances he hadn’t told them before

The dam has been opened and no one is entirely sure how he was able to keep it shut up for so long

Or choose now of all times to get it out in the open

Four grins and all but races through the street of Castle Town “And then they came home with a raging cucco in their arms and told me to-”

“Link! Ex-nay on the chandelier story!″ A young voice yells from the distance 

Four shuts, perks and looks up.

Then he starts running for real

The others try to keep up, laughing and wolf whistling

“I can’t believe you!” The voice cries, scandalized, but with no real venom

“I leave you alone for five minutes and you come back and break your promise-”

“Shut up and let me kiss you. I missed you.” Four laughs, cutting them off.

They let him kiss them

Four jumps back, bouncing on his toes as he grabs their hand. “I have so much I have to tell you.”

“How about their names first?” They laugh and point to the others

Four grins. “They’re Link.”

“......Shut up..... You’re joking...”

“Nope.” He said, popping the ‘p’. 

There’s a large Cheshire Cat grin on his face.

The rest are now sporting similar looks

“Oh my god.... there’s like ten of you....” They say with mock horror

Four laughs. “That’s not even the half of it.”

[rrenzwrld]

secreto de amor VI

chapter 6! chapter 5 here

after that night, you started to think about your brother’s best friend a lot more than you were. you didn’t know if it was because he almost kissed you or if it was because of him being around all the time. but little did you know, he was also thinking about you at an alarming rate as well.

you came back from work that afternoon to jean, connie, and another dude conversing on the couch. you spoke and greeted everyone like you were raised before going to your room. you changed out of your clothes and took a shower before putting on some lounge clothes.

“yeah, like he’s okay i just don’t know why he keep talking to me.” you and your friend, tia were talking about what happened that night because she asked if you actually went to the party.

“he literally almost kissed you and you don’t know why he’s talking to you. he wanna fuck girl!” you were surprised you didn’t think of that sooner and it made a lot more sense than believing that he just wanted to be your friend.

“i can believe that.”

“but isn’t he jean’s friend?”

“yeah, which is why he can’t entertain me too much. jean will kill him.” before your friend could respond, there was a knock at your door

“who that?”

“i don’t know. but imma call you back, probably just jean.” you hung up and open the door to see connie instead.

“hey.”

“hey.. can i help you?”

“i wanna talk to you about friday.” connie invited himself in and closed the door behind him.

“why.. what happened friday?”

“don’t play dumb, y/n. you don’t remember?” you remembered, you just wanted to forget.

“okay, i remember. but why do you? i’m sure you just got what you needed from someone else after that.” you had to admit, you were a little hurt to think that connie was just being nice to you because he wanted to get in your pants, but isn’t that what most guys do?

“what you mean?”

“i don’t wanna be a fuck buddy, connie—“

“whoa, where did you get that from?”

“you don’t just wanna talk to girls because you wanna be their friend. i’m sure you only want one thing and i can’t give that to you.” connie sat on the bed and tried to hold your hand but you snatched it.

“wait hold on— you don’t believe that i genuinely wanna get to know you? just because?”

“no.”

“what do i gotta do?”

“what?” you turned to him.

“to prove that i’m not lying. to prove that i wanna know more about you.” you liked this small gesture but you still didn’t know how serious he was.

you sighed and got up from your bed to lead him towards the door.

“ask my brother. he’ll tell you anything you wanna know—“

“but i wanna know it from you. everything.” you never cared about how expressive his eyes were but all of a sudden they were the most interesting in the world and it was getting difficult to not give in. but you ended up doing it anyway. bad decision number two, and you wondered how many you’d make from now on.

“okay. but nothing else.”

“what if there is something else?”

“like?”

“if you fall in love.“ and there you were, already regretting everything you said.

“if i fall in love? you should make sure you don’t fall in love, sir.”

“oh i already—“ connie was cut off by the sound of jean calling his name.

“bitch ass.. i’ll see you later tho.” you nodded before closing the door.

[imaginethathaikyuu]

literally anything with atsumu i love him and ur writing is always up to par so. i will be happy with anything. but a cute birthday themed piece could be fun perhaps

thank u so much i wrote this specifically for u and i managed to write a weirdly formatted atsumu centered fic that barely went over 1k words. we are so back

contains: fluff, mild childhood angst, a black eye, birthday cake word count: 1163 gender neutral reader x miya atsumu :p

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October 5th, 1995 

Atsumu Miya is born. He’s gifted a bright flash of light, the sound of his own cries, and - seven minutes later - a brother. 

October 5th, 2003

There was a HAPPY BIRTHDAY banner taped to the cabinets in the kitchen. The R was ripped nearly in half, and the colors were dull. 

It was the same one as last year, and the year before that. 

Atsumu walked through the threshold with his brother right next to him. Osamu knew how to say thank you in the right way to get the best hug from their mom. 

They were presented with one singular cupcake. 

“Why can’t we ever get our own?” 

The two boys sat too close at the kitchen table, the strawberry cake sat right in front of them. 

“You have to learn how to share, Atsumu.” 

He knew how to share. There was nothing left to learn.

One candle was mashed in the frosting. Mom lit the flame and Atsumu watched wax dripping onto his half as she sang their happy birthday song, and told them to make a wish. 

Atsumu and Osamu looked at each other, then blew at the candle at the exact same time. 

The cupcake was cut in half, and Atsumu’s stomach hurt before he could finish his. Osamu took it without being asked. 

But if they had each gotten their own, Atsumu would've had more to share with his brother. 

October 5th, 2010

Atsumu was fifteen and he knew everything. He was always right - never, ever wrong, and if anyone disagreed, they’d have to take it up directly with him. 

He knew how to run his mouth. Maybe it was what he was best at. He’d never lost an argument - until his fifteenth birthday. 

He’d gotten good at taking his aggression out in healthy ways - mostly in sports. But, sometimes, the words he spit couldn’t be left on the court. 

He would say what he wanted, and he didn’t care who heard or hurt. 

He didn’t know what he had coming to him. 

The entire team had already abandoned the gym, all but Atsumu and the shitty middle blocker who played like he didn’t know his position. 

Atsumu was outside stretching when his words hit his ears. “You’re a piece of shit, Miya.” 

“Oh my god - get in line, dude, you’re about the fifth person today to let me know.” 

“That many people wanna rip your head off? I wish one of them would teach you how to shut the fuck up.” 

“And I wish someone would teach you how to block the fuckin’ ball.” 

The guy didn’t reply. He took one step in Atsumu’s direction - he remembered hearing the crunch of gravel under the guy's foot. His shoulder moved with the step, and with it, the first real punch Atsumu had ever been thrown. 

And it hit. Hard. Ten times harder than any hits from Osamu. 

The guy’s fist collided with Atsumu’s cheek and then he walked away. Atsumu didn’t even have a chance to hit back - he was frozen in place, anyway. There was no fight in him. He was too surprised. 

A black eye wasn’t on his wishlist for his birthday, but it’s what he got. A lesson learned? Not so much. 

October 5th, 2019

He was another year older - so what. 

The only part of Atsumu’s birthday that he liked was giving his brother a stupidly expensive gift, because it gave him an excuse to gloat. 

Other than that? It was a day like any other. 

Birthdays were nowhere near special to him - especially his own. But it just so happened that on that specific birthday, he had his first date with you. 

And it didn’t even come up in conversation. Neither did his twin brother, or any of his volleyball stories he’d usually tell to impress a date. 

Atsumu found out that he didn’t need to impress you, and he hardly needed to talk about himself. 

He left that date feeling like he was friends with you, and maybe that wasn’t how he should feel after a date, but he was beaming. The hours with you at that hole in the wall bar didn’t feel like enough. 

He took that feeling and ran with it, and he hoped - he prayed - you’d follow him. 

October 5th, 2022

It’d been late nights for as long as Atsumu could remember. He’d come home and you’d already be in bed - if he was lucky, you’d wake up just long enough to tell him you love him. 

That night was different from the rest. 

That night, he would be coming home to - literally - an empty home. 

Finally, you and Atsumu had moved into the house of your dreams that was yours. But, for the time being, you were living out of boxes and waiting for furniture deliveries. 

He opened the door to a dark living room and an even darker hallway, and he didn’t bother turning any on lights to get to the kitchen. 

There was a shred of light there, coming from an old bulb above the stove. He looked around the empty room and what he found was out of place. 

There you were, sat on the floor. A chair was next to you, funnily enough, but it was taken by a round white cake. A handful of candles were stuck into the top. 

“What are you doing?” he asked, the same time you spoke. 

“There’s my birthday boy,” and your voice was all sleepy smiles. “Happy birthday. Happy anniversary.” 

He sat in front of you, right on the floor, not caring when his knees popped on the way down. 

“Did you stay up just to tell me that?” 

“What’s wrong with that?” 

You picked up the cake and presented it to him like you were proud of it, and the size of his grin matched yours. 

“How mad would you be if I just tipped this up,” and he tapped the bottom of the plate, “right into your face?” 

“Atsumu.” Every time you said his name like that, he laughed. “I would kill you.”

“On my birthday?” 

He watched you pout as you sat the cake down again. “Aren’t you going to say thank you?” 

“Thank you,” he said, like he was insisting. He wrapped his hands around your legs and scooted you closer to him. “Thank you, baby, this is so nice.” 

You hummed. “You’re welcome.” And you dipped your finger in the frosting on the cake, and Atsumu immediately caught your wrist when you moved it toward his face. 

“Don’t you dare.” 

You kept pushing, and he didn’t push back fast enough - your finger and the glob of frosting smushed right into his cheek. 

And you laughed loud enough to fill the empty rooms of your house, and Atsumu didn’t know how to tell you how in love he was. 

He had birthday cake for dinner that night, and it settled into a sugary stomach ache. It was the best October 5th he'd lived through so far.

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[whatwouldjinkido]

my ab6ix fansign experience

they’re one of my first groups ever i’ve loved them since debut so i had to go to their fansign :)

the entire show was GREAT ! i luckily got barricade and was able to watch them closely and get good videos ! they didn’t do many interactions to my side but that wasn’t a problem at all i just talked to them and took a picture with them lol what more could i want from one of my favorite groups

all in all i would probably get a fansign with them again

woong - omg he’s so cute ! his english wasn’t bad at all we got some decent conversation :) i told him he was my bias and showed him the blind for love era photocard i had on my lanyard. he recongnized it and said it was a long time ago but he misses that era and that i had good taste lol i told him i really liked his purple hair and he agreed ! we talked about how i used to dye my hair and it would get really dry and at that point time was up and we resorted to using hand motions to communicate lol ! again he was so cute he actually looks more mature in person i think he cutes himself up in selcas :) i also got to do a heart with him in the group photo which was so fun !!

daehwi - what an experience lolol. first he’s very pretty he had a lot of highlighter on lol i started off telling him i had prepared what to say but i totally forgot and he was like oh no that’s okay try and remember ! but i told him that i hope it doesn’t make him feel old but they were my first group when i was 14 and now im 19 and he laughed and was like wow ! then i told him i heard he’s from LA and I’m from LA so i became more interested in him after that but after i was done speaking he went- “Well…. actually i’m from orange county ☝️” in a sassy lil voice funny but a lil embarrassing on my part LOL he asked me if i was going to their LA show next as i was leaving so either way our conversation ended nicely :)

donghyun - OMG he was so pretty !! he was my favorite experience in fan signs in general actually. he was just super super nice and his english was really good ! he even held my hand but it was a little awkward i used the wrong hand but he laughed it off ! he wrote my name on the poster we went letter by letter lol. told him he was my other bias and that i loved his singing and he appreciated it ! also mentioned they were my first group and he was really surprised but happy. he is literally SO handsome like i can’t stress that enough …. it made me like him even more lol like i was watching him the entire show

woojin - he was last in line and he was very nervous ! usually he’s one of the louder goofier members and we could see he was even acting that way outside of the fansign. when you sat in front of him he turned like stone cold 😭😭 i told him ab6ix is one of my favorite and first groups and that i love his vocals and i hoped he sang more. he didn’t say much just nodded a couple times and repeated a little of what i said - you most definitely had to lead the conversation which i understand ! he’s korean he does not speak english so i ofc don’t hold it against him it was just silly :) fansign by fansign i will get better at dealing w the two sided awkwardness. lil awkward but he’s handsome. he has a HUGE head might i add like biggest ive ever seen.

[ntls-24722]

attention number(???) of the DJ community

I have a special question for you 2 in fact,

how did cameron & Miguel really really mad like how was the start the very very start

(number one question is devoted into two)

and what did cameron family thought about her I know one time you said all his brother was OK with this or what not I don’t really remember pretty well, but I want to really know how they felt about their son having a relationship with something out of this universe(pretty powerful relationship to me)

Number 2

how does Fritz really sound like? His sound his voice because I tried to have a conversation in my head between him and BB and I tried to stick really deep sounds into him. But I can’t imagine anything but an old man found. But I don’t know which sound work with him, especially my voice isn’t helping.

(BB had so many conversations about human organs, and which one of them taste better when you cook it with him)(they even went on “ buried corpse adventure” in the woods and they come out with one human head that was completely gone and do rabbits)

I know so many questions, but I love them

I felt very curious

and I feel that cameron would you read us a story in front of warm fire and will make small silly jokes that will make us laugh. We share cookies and milk. “ and he would be the Santa clause for the year.”

Last but not least I hope you have a very good day/night, eat healthy ,enjoy your holiday ✨

OOH. ACTUALLY IM JUST GONNA RUN DOWN THEIR WHOLE. RELATIONSHIP ACTUALLY

So, Cameron met Miguel like everyone else who has met Miguel. By pure chance, walking in some random direction to get to some random place, he went one of Miguel's viewpoints (aka, points where Miguel and our universe connect).

There is no way to determine where Miguel's viewpoints are, they are random spots in random places. The only way he found it is because he took a detour walking to work because he saw his favorite butterfly and followed it - by pure chance, while following it, he stepped on one of Miguel's viewpoints, and landed in one of Miguel's levels.

The infamous backrooms picture already looks vaguely like a spot in Cameron's workplace. So when he woke up there, he thought he had already got to work. For like an entire hour, he just wandered trying to get to the front before he realized that there is no front. It took him 4 months to get out of there, because similarly to Miguel's viewpoints on earth, the viewpoint to get back is unmarked, isn't in a particularly unique place, andit looks identical to everywhere else - the only reliable way to find it at Cameron's time was to just step in every square foot of the place. And eventually Cameron did. He came back to our universe at the exact time he left it, to his surprise. He returns home, extremely weirded out, because he just spent 4 months in some weird place yet spent no time in his own world.

(To answer an earlier question of yours, Cameron and Miguel met on neutral terms - Cameron just thought Miguel was weird, and Miguel didn't care about Cameron's existance or presence)

He's on his way to work. He thinks he's crazy. So he goes back there just to confirm that he was just dreaming... and confirms the opposite! He ends up back in Miguel in a completely different level and spends another 4 months or so in Miguel.

Generally, that's the maximum amount of times people visit Miguel. They find her by accident, are surprised and go back to her again to confirm it wasn't a dream, they find out it wasn't a dream, and never come back because before Cameron started dating Miguel, It took a month or more to leave because you had to have stepped literally everywhere to find the exit. This isn't enjoyable for anyone.

Well, it isn't enjoyable to anyone except Cameron Filali who already fucks around empty abandoned buildings on the weekends.

To Cameron, he just found a way to freeze months of time. Sure, he's not doing a lot in those months, but with the way he's using it, he personally feels like he only goes to work every couple of months.

Miguel starts to take interest in him because he is the only person who visits her in such a high frequency (every other day compared to maybe once or twice every 5 years) and he also doesn't seem to be visiting her for any real purpose - from her perspective, all Cameron does is go in and... live in her for awhile, and also spend much time photographing and admiring her. Eventually, this person also starts to monologue to her and be physically affectionate to various objects within her.

I feel the need to mention that Cameron is not aware that Miguel is actually sentient at this point, but that doesn't stop Cameron from falling in love with this mystical place that seems to not abide by the laws of physics, even if it never stays the same everytime he visits (which is no surprise, at least to me, far less interesting objects and places have become the apple of his eye before). Despite him being unaware that Miguel is actually sentient, he kind of interprets Miguel to be sentient in his own head and personifies everything in her, including... her! This is the point when Miguel is officially named Miguel and Miguel is both flattered and intrigued by this.

So, Cameron monologues to Miguel, complimenting her, but also points out inconsistencies between Earth and Miguel ("Paintings usually are hung on nails back home. There's a string on the back and you can hang it up. Though, you seem to be doing just fine without them") that actually slowly make Earth and Miguel similar (he also points out that he can't see miguel's exits, and that is also promptly fixed, to his surprise). Miguel indirectly shows her affections to him with lovey dovey decorations and food, and while Cameron takes notice, he doesn't realize the larger force at play until eventually, Miguel decides to semi-directly tell him her feelings with a little pie and a note that had his name in hearts.

Which, for a few seconds, scared the everliving shit out of Cameron. But immediately afterwards, he was estatic that his feelings were actually mutual and the rest is ✨history✨.

Though when it comes to his relationship and his family? Cameron hasn't told anyone in his family about his relationship other than his brother, and his brother didn't take it well (basically just called him delusional/stupid), but his brother promised not to tell anyone else and at least he has kept that promise - the rest of his family would ridicule him for it. He's already very openly effeminate and single (his family has just assumed the reason why he's single is because he's gay, but when it comes to people he's actually pansexual) and his family is not very queer friendly. He doesn't imagine they would be objectum-friendly, either. They would just think he's crazy and further ostracize him.

I don't actually have an official voice for Fritz. He does have a deep voice, though, so you were on the money on that one! I can't say much other than that but he speaks in a particularly monotone delivery with most people except for people he likes.

And, about that last line, I confirm that Cameron would do that. He doesn't have kids of his own but he's a fun great-uncle and often takes care of his nieces/nephews, though he is still awkward around other adults even though he's 65.

enjoy your holidays too!! :]🎉✨

[juliesdiary]

06/03 T.W. Pt.1

It’s June again. I’m literally shaking at the thought of my birthday coming up. Why? Because 4 years ago, I experienced the worst situation of my life. I’ve been scared several times before. One of the scarier times was when I was confronted by a racist for using the bathroom before him. No, this was worse. This has altered my mindset for the worse and I’m afraid I’ll never live it down. Before I begin, there is some important background information that you need to know about. I used to be married. At one point during this marriage, I financially maintained my spouse for a year since he was going to school and felt that he could really use the extra time to study. I understood and genuinely wished the best for him, so I said of course! I love you and want you to succeed. Don’t worry, I’ll work for the both of us. So, I did. Unfortunately, this only lasted for a little over a year then I had to focus on my externship since I was in my last year of college as well. Then came the depression again. I didn’t feel good mentally or physically anymore, so I left for my parents and that ensued a series of events that led to me and my spouse moving into my parents' house 2hrs away from our previous home. Since it’s a small town, I had trouble finding work but luckily it was summer, and my husband was on vacation. Regardless, we had bills to pay so I spent most of my time filling out applications online. As a result, my husband took up a part time job at a park some 40mins away. I felt thankful that he had taken the initiative, motivating me to explore other options for employment. However, unbeknownst to me, my husband had begun to resent me for not working. The resentment began to manifest itself slowly but surely. It began with looks of disgust and picking at my appearance which began to chip away at my self-esteem. Then came the comments of how unreliable, lazy, and stupid I was. There’s one incident that has become engraved in my memory that I can’t seem to forget. I was ironing his clothes while he went to shower since we were going to go out when suddenly, one of the fire alarms had begun blaring because the battery had died. It caught me by surprise but once I saw that it was just the alarm, I had gone for a chair to remove the battery. Once I placed the chair, my spouse ran into the room screaming saying, “Get the fuck out of the way you can’t do anything right!” so close my face that it left me in shock. As quickly as he had come in, he lowered the alarm and was back in the shower. I was left stunned and mortified. Once I had processed what had just happened, I started to cry. I didn’t want to get yelled at again, so I quickly finished ironing his clothes and set it out for him. I don’t remember what I did after that, but I do remember feeling terrified and feeling so low. On another occasion while we were on the road, I tried to make conversation saying, “hey babe I think I know what I want for my birthday”. In a straight and monotone voice, he replied saying, “you can’t even get a job and you still think you deserve something for your birthday?” My heart completely shattered at that moment, and I let out a few tears. Knowing that I’d upset him more if I continued to cry, I quickly wiped my tears away and tried to forget about what had just happened. From that moment on, I began to dread my birthday every year. It honestly doesn’t help that my family tends to forget it anyway. So, whenever June comes around, I’m reminded of how unworthy, unloved, and forgetful I am. Sounds bad enough right? Well, it was about to get worse. Just 6 days after my birthday, my husband had had enough. He wanted a divorce and he wanted to move out. His reasoning? I wasn’t able to get a job and he already had enough on his plate being a student in university and couldn’t go on to work and go to school at the same time.

[thebestorworstofit]

:// disney really tried to keep me 3 different times tonight

• first I get stuck on a ride to literally no one ever gets stuck on - like how are you going to keep people stuck 10 feet before a stop just bc yallllll forgot to water up the train that literally runs off STEAM.

• then the cast member assigning people rows on runaway was supercalfragalosticly ignorant and kept trying to put me with bigger groups (like yes it seats 5, but there’s no reason to squeeze that many in / it’s usually grouped in no more than 4) and when i tried to explain that i’m autistic and get uncomfortable that confined and asked to sit with a smaller party she legit looked me in the eyes and said “it’s okay you can do it i believe in you” when i’ve NEVER had a CM have any problem with helping me out when i’m by myself or with a friend (i’m very nice it’s not like i’m demanding or loud about it) and because she made me so uncomfortable and unsettled, it like ruined the experience for me, so i asked another cast member to help me exit - he showed me where to go AND YET I LITERALLY GOT LOST TRYING TO FIND MY WAY OUT OF A CARTOON HALLWAY. ended up in a place not for me and had to wait like 15 minutes for someone to walk me out while i’m already visibly upset (shout out to paul who walked me out and over to roger rabbit where he sent me to the front of the line to make up for the experience i had / bc obviously i told him everything like a freaking baby)

• AND THEN I go to leave. I’ve done my shopping. I have my coffee. I have my treats. I did my thing I am a happy camper again. So I get this wild idea to throw away any trash in my car before i leave - but to my surprise when I got to my car my keys weren’t in my disney bag… my keys were not anywhere on my person. So naturally, I had a full-blown freaking meltdown, because by that point, the park was closed.  which made going back through security, onto the tram and back to the front of the park super fun.  and then because I couldn’t go back into the park. I got to explain my whole situation to a security guard i can’t remember the name of, and like god bless that man he had no idea what to do with me but thankfully, I am very loud and one of the leads by the gate. Heard me freaking out, pulled me aside and had me list the stores and places i went into where I remember having my keys and she walkied every single one of those places, after about 10 minutes, we get worried that someone found my keys, but they had just sent someone with them to lost and found which led to an absolute angel named Melissa tracking this person down, getting my keys and bringing them up to the front of the park while poor sweet sharon just listened to me like cry for almost an hour while we waited for a resolution.

I definitely wouldn’t say it was a bad disney evening but man it was a time…

now, you would think with all of that one of those might be my low points for the evening, but no… I am shocked to say the worst part of my evening was when a large woman who was arguing with her husband and her children came and sat on me. Technically next to me, but next to me by not enough because her silent it on the outside of my thigh, and her arm was touching me. When I looked at her and I said oh, excuse me - yaknow the universal signal for hey I’m fucking existing here you cow please get out of my personal space. I may not need 3 feet anymore but 3 inches wouldn’t fucking hurt…. She just looked at me and turned back to her conversation.

As someone who is only vertically 5 feet and a lil change, I am used to being bumped into, passed over, and stepped on, it happens. It’s okay… what’s not okay is that this is the second time in a month that someone has sat on me. I do not understand this selectively invisible super power, and I will tell you right now I do not like it.

It took almost 3 extra hours to get home with all of these banana pants obstacles and now it’s 4 am - and ofc i am wide awake when i have work 2-10 and a cannaevent from 4-11.

if anyone’s down to come punch me in the face just to knock me out, lemme know - i’ll drop a pin. 

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 131

Frontierland/Flesh and Stone

“Frontierland”

Plot Description: Sam and Dean are sent back in time to the Wild West so they can meet Samuel Colt and asking for his help in defeating Eve

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I don’t think I’d find myself in 1860s Wyoming…much less in a shootout there

I literally cannot with this show sometimes. WE UNSANK AND RESANK THE TITANIC YESTERDAY. CAN WE LEAVE THE TIME TRAVEL TO THE LAST OF THE TIME LORDS PLEASE. Like…remember when, aside from the existence of monsters, this show had any roots in reality? It’s still fun as…well, hell is demonstrably NOT fun. But it is solidifying itself as the “put that guy in situations” show

Y’all are both some NERDS (affectionate). Geeking out about having access to Samuel Colt’s journal. Also the fact that Dean knows as much as he does about Star Trek????? Hello??

Is she (the angel Cas sent) wrong though?? Do they not only call Cas when they need something??? While he’s fighting a war in heaven??? I get they can’t exactly reciprocate helping him out but damn

Dean 🤝 Sokka: older brothers who enjoy three things: meat, sarcasm, and shopping. Dean just went on a whole spree for their 24 hour trip to 1860s Wyoming

Oh…this isn’t going at all how you planned. You were so excited to be in the old west, and then you get immediately made fun of

You could have been anyone. You could have been just yourself, but you had to go and be Clint Eastwood, didn’t you? And then made Sam Walker Texas Ranger, which is…wild to hear in 2023 from whenever this episode aired

Can’t tell if the guy the town hanged was the phoenix because he told the people physically close to him they’d all burn for this or if that was a blatant red herring

I was right. It was just foreshadowing. At the same time, the commitment this show has to making monsters look like just some guy…

Sam, Dean’s having a hard time with not fitting in here, let him have his “posse magnet” and “I love posse” jokes just got now

Aw not Rachel. I liked her…oh god, Cas. Noooo.

Dean’s the sheriff now??

Somehow, Sam was the right person to send to go get Samuel Colt, but in the weirdest way possible. Like, told him he was from 2011 and then handed over his iPhone or whatever as proof

Good thing Castiel came to with an hour left in the boys’ excursion

Excuse me?? What have you two been doing for almost a full hour?? There’s two minutes left, your conversation about how the only way to heal Castiel enough so he can go retrieve the boys was to touch Bobby’s soul only took a couple minutes.

There really are too many people ACTUALLY burning to death in the shows I watch. It’s not fair to me personally.

Love it when they do something for a whole episode and it’s seemingly for absolutely nothing

Ah yes. The classic surprise delivery from the past trope. The “this has been sitting around the post office for so long we thought it was a joke. It’s real??”

“Been On My Mind…”: No. 3?

"Flesh and Stone"

Plot Description: The Doctor and his friends are forced to escape through the forest vault after they are surrounded by the Weeping Angels.

The Doctor keeps telling them to not take their eyes of the Angels, and what do they keep on doing?? NOT LOOKING AT THE ANGELS

(I really need to stop waiting so long to watch this...because...it's just not good for my ability to pay attention, not that there's a lot to comment on yet. They're just running from the Angels)

...I don't remember why Amy keeps counting down...

Oh, Amy, if you think a forest on a spaceship is cool, wait til you see DINOSAURS on a spaceship

Fuck...the Angels are making Amy do the count down because its FUN for them. Goddamn.

I'd be acting so much more scared than Amy is in her position. She has to rely on everyone else to not blink while she's not allowed to open her eyes. She's been left by the Doctor again, and not even River can stay with her.

It's a beautiful shot, but it's also so sad...Amy, completely abandoned in the forest, not able to open her eyes, and the Angels trying to close in. Every time she tries to get someone to stay, they leave.

How did Eleven get the reputation of being the silly goofy Doctor?? The way he has scarily yelled in just about every episode so far…

The angels were scarier when we never saw them move.

Well that’s taken care of the angels and the wall crack……..for now

I do love the pandorica stuff…those are some really good episodes

“If you like” is probably the best response to “can I trust you?” I just really love River

I just…really don’t love that last scene between Amy and the Doctor 😐

[hchollym]

Ive just realized Percy calls Molly Mother a lot but with Arthur its Dad, not always but you see that appear more than mum.

I’ve always thought that Percy was never close with Molly. She may have favored him and while I think he wanted to make her proud and be seen as perfect I’d think he find it suffocating with her at times. With constantly being compared to his siblings, even if it was a good light for him I feel like that would add to his stress of having to be perfect.

I’m sure he loves Molly but I think it was far more difficult for Percy to fight with father than hurt his mother

I never noticed this, so of course, I had to go back and search, and you are absolutely right. There is not one instance in the entire series where Percy calls Molly 'mum' and yet there are many instances of him calling Arthur 'dad'.

This realization sent me down the rabbit hole, so I went back and analyzed all of Percy's interactions with Molly, and... there's literally no textual evidence that Percy was Molly's favorite.

We, as a fandom, tend to buy into this idea because of how upset Molly was at Percy disowning the family, but now that I'm looking back, I genuinely think she would have reacted the same way if any of the kids had left the way Percy did. In fact, I realized upon rereading that Molly's "love" of Percy was more like a love of Percy's prefect and Head Boy status.

Here is every interaction with Percy & Molly.

There is only one in Book 1:

“Can’t stay long, Mother,” he said. “I’m up front, the prefects have got two compartments to themselves —” “Oh, are you a prefect, Percy?” said one of the twins, with an air of great surprise. “You should have said something, we had no idea.” “Hang on, I think I remember him saying something about it,” said the other twin. “Once —” “Or twice —” “A minute —” “All summer —” “Oh, shut up,” said Percy the Prefect. “How come Percy gets new robes, anyway?” said one of the twins. “Because he’s a prefect,” said their mother fondly. “All right, dear, well, have a good term — send me an owl when you get there.” She kissed Percy on the cheek and he left. Then she turned to the twins.

The kiss on the cheek is not indicative of any close bond, because we also see later on that:

Mrs. Weasley kissed all her children, then Hermione, and finally Harry. He was embarrassed, but really quite pleased, when she gave him an extra hug.

As for her excitement with Percy being a prefect? Here was her reaction to Ron being a prefect:

“His badge,” said Fred, with the air of getting the worst over quickly. “His lovely shiny new prefect’s badge.”  Fred’s words took a moment to penetrate Mrs. Weasley’s preoccupation about pajamas.  “His . . . but . . . Ron, you’re not. . . ?”  Ron held up his badge.  Mrs. Weasley let out a shriek just like Hermione’s.  “I don’t believe it! I don’t believe it! Oh, Ron, how wonderful! A prefect! That’s everyone in the family!”  “What are Fred and I, next-door neighbors?” said George indignantly, as his mother pushed him aside and flung her arms around her youngest son. 

She's excited that her child got recognition - and by extension, she got recognition. It had nothing special to do with Percy.

There are no interactions between Percy and Molly in Book 2, but we do have this conversation:

“Beds empty! No note! Car gone — could have crashed — out of my mind with worry — did you care? — never, as long as I’ve lived — you wait until your father gets home, we never had trouble like this from Bill or Charlie or Percy —” “Perfect Percy,” muttered Fred. “YOU COULD DO WITH TAKING A LEAF OUT OF PERCY’S BOOK!” yelled Mrs. Weasley, prodding a finger in Fred’s chest. “You could have died, you could have been seen, you could have lost your father his job —”

She mentions Bill & Charlie first, and she only focuses on Percy after Fred does.

There are two interactions between Percy and Molly in Book 3, one of which was Molly asking Percy to look out for Harry, which doesn't imply any sort of favoritism, and the other was:

“I said, that’s enough,” said Mrs. Weasley, depositing her shopping in an empty chair. “Hello, Harry, dear. I suppose you’ve heard our exciting news?” She pointed to the brand-new silver badge on Percy’s chest. “Second Head Boy in the family!” she said, swelling with pride.

Yet again, we see Molly more excited about the accomplishment of being Head Boy, and she is quick to point out that Percy is the second one in the Weasley family, because of course that's a status symbol.

There is only one interaction between Percy and Molly in Book 4, and it's not a positive one:

“Your father hasn’t had to go into the office on weekends since the days of You-Know-Who,” she said. “They’re working him far too hard. His dinner’s going to be ruined if he doesn’t come home soon.” “Well, Father feels he’s got to make up for his mistake at the match, doesn’t he?” said Percy. “If truth be told, he was a tad unwise to make a public statement without clearing it with his Head of Department first —” “Don’t you dare blame your father for what that wretched Skeeter woman wrote!” said Mrs. Weasley, flaring up at once.

She's definitely not showing favoritism here - she doesn't even let Percy get away with saying a mildly offensive thing about Arthur.

In fact, in Book 4, when the whole Weasley clan returns from the disaster at the Quidditch World Cup, and Molly has been worried sick, she hugs Fred & George first - she doesn't even address Percy.

It isn't until Percy leaves the family that Molly focuses on him, and I really do think she would have done that for any of her children.

To summarize, there is no actual evidence to prove that Percy was Molly's favorite child - in fact, there's more evidence proving that he wasn't! 😱

So thank you for this comment, because it seriously made me reevaluate my thoughts and headcanons about their relationship, which was fun! 😊

[mysticaldeanvoidhorse]

A Chance at Love

Part 6

Jensen x Reader

Summary:

Having been legal guardian to your niece for almost a year, you land a job on the set of Supernatural.  You become good friends with Jared, doing his makeup everyday but when Jensen gets back from a small break, are you able to stick to your oath to keep your heart closed?

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Y/N POV

It was Saturday so you were able to sleep in a full half hour before Morgan got up.  You had a lazy morning making pancakes together.

“Remember Morgan that Lily is coming tonight to watch you while I go out for dinner with Carol.”

“I like Lily!”  She smiled at you, while dripping syrup off her fork.

“I am so glad baby.”  And you truly were.

“Are you going to be gone long?”  She looked at you a little worried.

“No honey, just for a little bit,  you will have dinner, and play time and I will be back before you go to sleep.”  You told her.

“Good, I don’t want Lily to put me to bed.”

“She will get you in your jammies but I will be back to tuck you in, I promise.”  You told her.  This was satisfactory and she resumed eating her sticky pancakes.

     The afternoon went by fast and you pulled out your nice black dress you hadn’t worn since moving to Vancouver.  It felt weird to put it on, living mostly in lounge clothes with Morgan, but it also felt nice to have a reason to look good.  A knock came before you knew it and you went to open the door.

“Lily hi come in, Morgan has been waiting all day to see you”  You greeted the teen.  She walked in and Morgan immediately went to talk to her.  When she was comfortable she was a talker just like her momma.  You couldn’t help but smile at memories of your sister.

“I came along too”  Carol walked to the apartment door.

“Oh hi Carol! I didn’t know you were coming too.”  You told her.

“Well I figured we could just carpool, since Lily had to come anyway and you are along the way.”

“I am at least ten minutes out of the way”  You told her.

“Okay you got me”  She put her hands up.  “I wanted an excuse to talk more with you.”

“I am always happy to talk to you, I have been enjoying some adult time”  She laughed and told you she knew how you felt, and you grabbed your bag, kissed Morgan goodbye and left with Carol.

“She took to Lily quickly,”  Carol mused once in the car.

“Yes, I am surprised only because this past year she has gotten really shy.”  

“It isn’t surprising considering everything.  I noticed she called you mommy though.”  You sighed.  She had said it during your goodbyes.

“Yes, she calls me mommy sometimes.  She doesn’t quite understand that I am not her mother.  She remembers the idea of her parents, but doesn’t remember them so I become mommy sometimes.  But honestly, I am her mommy now so I don’t know how much to correct her.  And God knows how it will affect her when she gets older so I just let it go for now.”

“I can’t imagine.  But it makes sense and you are doing amazing.  I see how she interacts with you and she loves you very much.”  You looked at her and smiled.

“Thank you Carol, that means a lot.”

     You had gotten to the restaurant and it was as fancy as Carol said it was.  A nice steak dinner was calling your name and your mouth watered.  But you were nervous about how to pay for it, you knew that you were on a budget but sometimes you needed to splurge because this wasn’t going to become a common occurrence.  The boys were there already and you went to the table.

“Welcome ladies”  Jared said, getting up to hug you both.  You sat in between Jensen and Jared at the table.

“You look nice”  Jensen said to you, after he helped you in your chair.

“Thank you Jensen, you clean up nice yourself.”  He smirked.  The man must know what he did to you and to all women.  He was a literal angel. The man was so handsome.  Well, maybe he was the devil.

Conversation flowed, and Jensen was nothing but a gentleman so you tried to ignore what happened the other day.  Carol and Jared had left to use the bathroom while waiting for dessert and Jensen leaned over.

“I wanted to apologize for yesterday.  I was a complete dick and you didn’t deserve that. I just wasn’t thinking how I came across.”  He said sincerely.

“It’s okay, I know how it looks”  You smiled sadly at him.  You had come from a small town so a single mother was definitely something to talk about.  And in Vancouver, though it was a bigger city, there were still pockets of people who held judgment.  And they didn’t know that you hadn’t done anything “wrong”.  You were just trying to take care of a precious little girl and it happened to be by yourself.

“It doesn’t matter, I shouldn’t have been judging, I mean I wasn’t really, I was just surprised. And you deserve better than an absent father.”  Now you were confused.

“Wait, what do you mean an absent father?”

“Morgan’s father, he isn’t in the picture anymore is he?  I figured not since you don’t mention him and you said you were doing this all by yourself.”

“So you think…what exactly?”  You wanted to know just how much judgment there was here.

“I don’t know, I guess just that her dad isn’t around..”  He was squirming, not sure what the right thing to say was.

“No he isn’t around anymore.”  You gauged his reaction.  He drank from his glass of wine.

“That’s all I meant.”

“Look, her dad died okay?”  You tried to stay calm.  After all, it wasn’t his fault if he didn’t have the facts.

“Oh so you were married?”   He sounded too judgmental for you, you hadn’t had enough wine for that.

“Wow seriously?  You apologize for being judgmental but sound so surprised to think I was married and didn’t have her out of wedlock like a whore?”  You didn’t raise your voice, this wasn’t the place.

“No, I don’t think you’re a whore”  He looked around and lowered his voice as he said it.  “I don’t know anything about you and I am trying here. I am not trying to judge you and I am working on little details so I am sorry for offending you but how can I know what I don’t know?  You don’t owe me any explanation, I am just trying to figure you out.”  He told you sincerely.  You calmed down a little, you had felt bad for reacting badly.  You didn’t have to be a jerk just because you thought he was one, and turns out he wasn’t trying to be a jerk he just was an idiot.

“Look, Jensen, you have to understand something.”  He leaned in closer and you could tell you had his full attention. “Whenever anyone finds out I have a child, most guys run for the hills, and most women judge me.  No one bothers to find out the real story, everyone is so happy to feel like they are better than someone else.  They don’t care that I didn’t have a child out of wedlock in fact I-”  Jared and Carol came back and you were interrupted.

“What did I miss?”  Jared asked.  You had pulled back from Jensen and cleared your throat.

“Oh just that we were impatiently waiting for your return”  You teased.  Dessert went by awkwardly and you tried your best to have a good attitude, Carol didn’t deserve a ruined night.  Jensen looked like a kicked puppy the whole time and you knew you would have to clear up this misunderstanding that seemed to get worse.  After all, he was trying to get to know you and he was working on partial information.  It wasn’t like you flaunted your personal life so you couldn’t blame him.  You were just very protective of Morgan, and though that is true, it was a shield to protect yourself too.

[iwadori]

So I'm reading your works and I love them !! I was thinking of requesting some kind of drabble or whatever you like, about a female reader who has thick thighs and is somewhat plump and is in love with Tsukishima but he makes a comment about the food and she feels bad and when she meets Bokuto in the boot camp Bokuto is too cute and attentive to her asking for her number and a date. If you don't feel comfortable with this, just ignore it and good luck with your blog. Sorry my english is bad<3

When they make you insecure PT 5 (tsukishima,bokuto)

Part One Part Two  Part Three Part Four  Part Five Part 6

Word Count: 2.6K

Genre: Angst to Fluff

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Tsukishima

You and Tsukishima have been dating in your first year (as you both went to the same middle school together.)

You were in love with Tsukishima, you always have been to be honest, but once you became officially boyfriend and girlfriend your feelings amplified.

But recently, Tsukishima hasn’t been so nice.  

“Y/N we’re going on another training camp at Nekoma” Hinata exclaimed running up to you, as you leaning against Tsukishima “and you get to come too this time!”

You recently became the new trainee manager as the third-year manager, Kikyoko, is going to graduate. Tsukishima acted as if you being around all the time in practice was the worst thing in the world, but Yamagucchi always assured you that ‘Tsukki’ was just joking.

“Oh well that’s fun...” you say entertaining Hinata’s excitement. You were kind of excited to go to the training camp too, as it was in Tokyo after all. You were always a big fan of volleyball as your dad used to play for the national team and you were planning to play on the girls team this year but you felt that you didn’t have the body for it (which was obviously not true.)

Hinata kept on rambling on before Tsukishima insulted him. “Gosh Kei, you don’t have to be so rude.” you complained, he slightly nudged you off of him and put on his headphones showing you that he was not in a good mood.

You let the rest of the practice continue, making notes of things and basically being Kiyoko’s shadow. As it ended, you waited outside for Tsukishima to walk home with you, but one of the guys told you he left 5 minutes ago. You knew there was no point of chasing after him so you just walked on your own, making you sigh in defeat.

Tsukishima was what you would describe as hot and cold. Some days he was fine a ‘perfect gentlemen’ but other days, days like this Tsukishima was just Tsukishima.  

When you got home, you decided to watch matches of all the other schools just to get some insight. You were watching a Fukarodani V Nekoma match from a few years ago and something caught your eye, well someone did to be more specific. A beefy, bicolour haired boy who was hooting like an owl was mesmerizing to watch.

You saw that his name was Bokuto Koutarou which triggered your next actions, which were to internet stalk him. You learned that he was the captain of the team and the team’s ace and the 5th ace in the country which piqued your interest in the boy even more.

‘This is going to be an exciting training camp’ you think to yourself before going to sleep.

`Kiyoko gave you an itinerary of all the things you should bring, since you weren’t going to be joining in any of the matches you were reminded to bring things that would keep entertained.  

You get to the bus at the crack of dawn, ready to be driven to Tokyo. Hinata and Kageyama were already arguing (let’s pretend that they didn’t have to do the retakes in the test) Tanaka and Nishinoya were being loud, and the rest of the members were already asleep. You wanted to sit next to Tsukishima but when you were about to sit down, he put his carryon bag in the seat next to him.

The bus ride was around 4-5 hours, and you spent your time reading and sleeping. Daichi got the loudmouths to calm down making the bus ride more tolerable. You suffered from slight motion sickness but you powered through.

When you arrived there, you saw all the other teams and their buses too. You felt a bit overwhelmed, seeing these tall boys just crowd around an entrance way. But too your surprise, noticing your slight anxiousness, Tsukishima grabbed your hand in a hand-hold.  

The Nekoma coach, explained how the day would pan out and where each team would be residing for the week. There was a lot of commotion getting everyone settled, Hinata and Nishinoya were basically bouncing off of the wall commenting on all the people and the place and how they’re going to ‘crush the competition.’  

You could tell that when the other teams were looking at Karasuno they were all staring at Kiyoko. Inquisitive about how there wasn’t only one girl manager but there was two. As you were walking your eyes locked with Bokuto Koutarou’s making yours widen, you blush and turn your head quickly.  

What you didn’t know was, after your small interaction, Bokuto elbowed Akaashi and said “Akaaashi AKKAAASHI, did ya see that? did ya?” he was flying with happiness “That girl from Karasuno smiled at me. She’s really pretty.”

“I think she’s from Karasuno” Akaashi said “So maybe you’ll see her around”

Bokuto stared off in the direction you were walking in “Yeah, hopefully.”

The first day, everyone got settled in and then the teams went straight into games. There were two different gyms and today, in gym 1, you were watching Karasuno V Nekoma. (By the way I literally don’t remember the teams at the training camp besides Nekoma, Karasuno and Fukarodani.) The game was very back a point each team making point after point, you already knew of Nekoma’s captain, Kuroo Testurou and the setter Kenma, you’ve actually played games with Kenma online before so you were fairly acquainted with him already.

The games ended and it was now dinner time, the canteen was packed with all the boys rushing to line up for the food. You waited at the back of the line, not really caring about when you got your food. Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder and you looked over to see Boktuo,  

“Hi.” he said “I’m Bok-”

“Bokuto Koutarou!” You finished “I'm a big fan..” you cringed immediately at your excitement ‘pull it together Y/N’ you scold yourself.

“Oh well hi, I’m glad you know who I am” he said “and may I ask for your name?”  

“Oh I’m Y/N L/N” you say with a slight blush “I'm the trainee manager from Karasuno.”  

“Cool! Well I hope to see you aro-” he starts  

“Y/N, I’ve been looking all over for you, I already got your food for you.” Tsukishima said pulling at your arm a bit harshly, dragging you over to a table with the Karasuno team.

“Gosh Tsukki, no need to be so harsh” you say rubbing at your wrist, he didn’t apologize and just started eating his food.  

You look down at your plate and see the small portion that Tsukki got for you. The Karasuno bunch was being loud, as they usually are, so when you whisper “Tsukki what the fuck is this” whilst nudging him in the side, he didn’t hear you (or atleast he pretended he didn’t.) You tried again but a little louder saying, “Tsukishima what the fuck is this.” you realised you said it a bit too loud as the whole Karasuno table stopped their conversations to look over at the slight commontion you caused.

“What do you mean Y/N?” he said with a slight smirk on his face.

“I mean what’s with the portion size of a bird that you gave me?” you ask getting upset “Do you really think im that big?”

“Well, you could start eating less that’s for sure.” he said earning gasps from you and some of the people sitting at the table “Y/N let's face it, you eat like a pig and you look like an elephant, me making your food portion smaller is the least I could do.”  

By now you had tears in your eyes, Tsukishima was a dick. You knew this, everybody knew this to be honest, yet you still loved him. He wasn’t like this in middle school, yes he was a bit snarky and rude (but wasn’t every middle schooler?) High school Tsukishima was like a completely different person. As much as you wanted to run away and hide, you knew you couldn’t.  

So you stood up and said “Tsukishima, I’ve spent 3 years loving and pining after you, because I thought you were this great guy, but turns out you’re a huge asshole” you start making some of the people listening in smile in laughter “Tsukishima, I’ve hated this past year dating you, you’ve been such a huge dick and I’m finally stopping you. I can’t do this anymore. I won’t.” You start making your way to exit before finally saying “Oh and by the way I’m not the pig here, you are... oh and I’m breaking up with you.” You left, hearing a few laughs and some claps behind you.

You felt relieved, like the massive cloud that’s been over your head is finally gone. You went to the gym since you knew it was empty and picked up a ball to just throw it around a bit. After a while of ‘de-stressing,’ you hear someone else enter the gym.

“Oh I didn’t know you’d be here.” said Bokuto  

“Well here I am,” you say awkwardly “I can leave if you want me too, I know this is for actual volleyball players.”

“No no it’s fine you can definitely stay, in fact do you mind setting for me?” he asks  

“Sure, of course I don’t mind” you reply, excited you get to play with someone.  You haven’t played in ages, you always begged Tsukishima to just throw a ball around with you but he never did.  

You set to Boktuo a lot, with him always asking for ‘another one’ everytime he spiked the ball. Eventually, you were tired of setting and wanted to spike. You originally was a spiker to begin with taking after your dad. Thats why you took a liking to Bokuto in the first place cause he reminded you of the joys you had when watching your father play.

Bokuto set a ball to you and you spiked it with great strength and accuracy smiling at the burning feeling you felt in your palm.  

“Woahh” Bokuto shouted going towards you in amazement “Where did you learn how to spike like that?”

“From my dad, I don’t know if you heard of him before but my dad’s name is D/N L/N...?” you say

“D/N L/N, Y/N he is my idol!” he shouted again “I want to be just like him.”

“I think you can, I see a lot of similarites in the way you both play.” you say

“Really! And you’ve seen me play before..?” he asks

“Yeah, I watched some of your games before coming here... you’re really good” you shyly admit.

“Wow.”

You and Bokuto spend the rest of your time, talking about volleyball you’re interests, things you have in common, your likes and dislikes. Talking to Bokuto was refreshing, he didn’t randomly insult you or make snide comments about your weight or your looks. He just genuinely looked happy to be there talking to you, unlike Tsukishima.  

Seeing your change in mood, Bokuto stops talking and asks “are you alright? I forgot to ask earlier, but I saw what happened in the canteen and I hope you’re okay.”  

“Yeah I’m fine, it’s just things with me and Tsukishima reached a breaking point, I guess...” you say sniffling a bit talking about it “But it’s fine now I’ve broken up with him and I feel better already.”

“So you’re saying your single...?” he asked blushing a bit

“Yeah I guess I am...” you smile blushing also.  

“Okay great...well I hope this isn’t too forward after everything happened with Tsukki and all but...” he starts “but would you like to go on a date with me?”

“Who me?” you ask as if you weren’t the only other person in the room

“No the volleyball” he responds sarcastically “Of course you Y/N.”  

“Are you sure, cause to be honest Bokuto you’re a really good-looking guy” you say making him smile widely “so I think you need someone to match your level in attractiveness” you look down and his smile drops.

“What do you mean?” he asks before realising all the stuff Tsukishima said about you “Y/N you’re beautiful, your face, your body just you.” you blush at his words “when I first saw you when you were walking past us in the entrance way the first thing I thought and said about you was “Akaashi who is that girl she’s beautiful.””  

“Really?” you ask with disbelief

“Mhm” he nods excitedly “So will you go on a date with me?”  

“I guess so...” you say a bit unsure

“HEY HEY HEY!” he exclaims “I gotta go tell akaashi!” he runs out of the gym in a hurry making you laugh, but he comes back to give you a quick unexpected kiss on the cheek making you smile.

You checked your phone for the time realising that you’ve been with Bokuto for 3 hours and you knew that everyone would be going to sleep now. As you are the manager you slept seperately from the rest of the team but before you went to your sleeping quaters you went to Karasunos.  

“Y/N where have you been? We’ve been worried about you.” asked yammagucchi  

“It’s fine yams don’t worry about it, guys” you say catching everyones attention “I just wanted to apologise to you for my outburst at dinner, it wasn’t my intention to cause a scence.”

“It’s fine Y/N” said sugawara “He definitely deserved it.”

“Yeah as your marvellous senpai we gave him a good telling off” said Tanaka and Nishinoya  making you chuckle.  

“Okay well thanks guys, I’m going to sleep goodnight.”

“Wait Y/N can I speak with you.” asked Tsukishima gesturing to outside the room

“Umm sure” you respond following him into the corridor.

“I just want to say I’m sorry for the things I’ve said and done over the past year and how I’ve been a terrible boyfriend, you don’t deserve that. So, I’m sorry.”  

“I can’t say I can forgive you yet.” you say making Tsukishima look sad “but maybe with effort from you we can become friends possibly?”  

“Just friends?” he said with hope in voice thinking that you could be something more.

“Just friends.” you repeated and confirmed “Besides I have been asked on a date”  

“With who?”  

“None of your business stingyshima” you mock the nickname that Hinata calls him making him scowl and you smile “Goodnight.”

After Bokuto’s confession and Tsukishima’s apology, the rest of the training camp went off without a hitch. In your breaks and lunchtimes, you got to know more about Bokuto and with Kuroo’s help you even got to sneak out to actually go on your date. You sometimes even went to practice with them getting to show off your skills, with Bokuto cheering you on and complimenting you every single time.  

Tsukishima kept his distance for the most part, and kept the snarky comments about you and Bokuto to himself (even though he was dying to say them.) You eventually fully forgave Tsukishima in your 3rd year but you definitely weren’t as close as you used to be. Tsukishima’s comments and actions did affect you for a while however with the help of your loving boyfriend, you were reminded how beautiful you are no matter what weight, shape or height you were.

You and Bokuto stayed together, you made sure to come to every one of his games and when you introduced him to your dad he fainted on sight. Your dad and Bokuto got along, and became very close friends, Bokuto always came to him for advice (especially volleyball advice.) You loved Bokuto and he definitely loved you too.

AN: I hope you liked it, since I didn’t want to make it too similar too the Atsumu insecure one. And I feel like it dragged out a bit but got rushed in the endd....but oh well...

[babyboibucky]

The Match - Part 7

Pairing: CEO!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k (woops the longest part yet)

Summary: You finally decide to lower your pride and talk things out with Bucky.

Warnings: SMUT IS BACK BABIES! Oral (f receiving), edging, orgasm denial, also lots of alcohol consumption, Bucky stalking you, annoying people I guess? Uhhh y’all might want to strangle me at the end lmfaooooo

A/N: I’m gonna be honest, every single time I update this I get nervous as fuck because what if this story starts to suck lmao but okay I just hope everyone’s still enjoying this story. Thank you for the continuous support like fuck??? People actually like reading my shit so I’m really flattered. Sending y’all sloppy kisses ‘cause I’m a hoe like that

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"Uhh you might want to slow down on the drinks."

Mark was right about the bar serving the best drinks. It was actually a Mexican-themed bar which also served Tex-Mex food. The drinks were so good that the main course hasn't even arrived yet and you were already on your third frozen margarita.

"Let me have this, Mark. It's been a pretty shitty week." you told him, finishing up your drink before asking the waiter for another round.

Mark watched you with a funny look on his face, the kind that was baffled at the way you were acting now. He probably thought you were all prim and proper, given your demeanor at the office. But with the way you were stuffing your mouth with chicken quesadillas, you were far from being the department head that everybody seemed to respect.

Stress eating. That was what you were doing, because holy shit did you get on Bucky's last nerve. With the message, no, more like warning, that he sent you earlier, you might as well have your last meal before your execution.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Mark carefully asked but there was a hint of amusement in his voice as he watched you eat.

You hummed, mouth full of food. "Totally okay. These quesadillas are the bomb, actually."

Mark laughed, "It's good that you're enjoying the food. I'll be honest, I really appreciate that you agreed to go on this date. I mean, if you even would like to call it that." he explained, much to your relief actually.

You swallowed your food and took a sip from your glass of water, "Thank you." you told him. "Well, this can be a date. A friendly one, of course." you awkwardly chuckled.

Mark nodded, "I don't want to pressure you into anything. I guess I got a little to enthusiastic earlier and I'm really sorry for that. It's just that...you're a really interesting person and you're cool." he admitted with a charming smile.

If Bucky was out of the picture, you would have actually swooned at Mark's charm. He wasn't so bad, he was tall and handsome. He oozed a certain charm, the nice guy kind of charm and any girl would really appreciate the honesty he was showing you now.

You smiled at him, "You're pretty cool too, Mark."

-

The friendly date was very fun, you definitely didn't expect to enjoy it to the point of forgetting about Bucky's warning. Mark was a nice guy, you realized. Bucky doesn't have to worry about him because it was never even your intention to make him jealous in the first place.

By the time the dessert was being served, you were bellowing from laughter. You literally had tears in your eyes from how hard Mark was making you laugh with his hilarious stories.

Little did you know that from someone else's point of view, you looked like you were having the time of your life with Mark. Your laughter, the ease you were exuding as the both of you talked-- it was very easy to misunderstand.

Especially if that point of view belonged to none other than Bucky, who was sitting silently inside his car that was parked right across the bar.

"Oh god, I can't breathe!" you exclaimed amid your laughter, leaning back against your seat.

Mark heaved out a shy, "That was really, really embarassing." he said timidly.

Mark's phone buzzed in the middle of the conversation, his face turning into a frown as he read the message.

"Hey, everything okay?" you worriedly asked.

"It's my younger sister. I'm needed back home." he explained with a sigh.

"Is everything okay?" you asked worriedly, holding Mark's arm to comfort him.

Mark nodded, "It's fine. It's just a little family emergency." he said before offering you an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, I can drop you off on the way home--"

"Hey, it's fine. You can go. I'll be fine. Your family needs you." you reassured with a smile.

Mark sighed, "I'll make it up to you next time." he said, fishing out a couple of bills from his wallet.

You walked out of the bar with Mark and bid goodbye, giving him a friendly hug before he slipped inside his car. As soon as Mark drove off, you headed back inside the bar and ordered a couple of shots because you badly needed to get Bucky off your mind.

-

Your head was pounding when you stirred awake, your throat burning and vision spinning as you opened your eyes. The light that greeted you made you hiss, pulling the covers over your head you tried to get back to your slumber.

Until you realized that the bed was soft, too soft to be your own. And when did you even own a duvet?

Slowly but surely, you sat up and looked around you, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. This was definitely not your room. Shit, did you sleep with Mark? Fuck no, you remembered him going home early due to a family emergency.

You squeezed your temples and shut your eyes, trying your best to recall everything that happened after you went back to the bar. Flashes of tequila shots and glasses of mojitos made you dizzy. Jesus christ, how many did you drink?!

And then you threw up in the streets as you attempted to walk home. Shit. Someone pulled your hair back while you puked and then there was nothing but darkness.

Pulling the duvet down, you noticed that you weren't wearing anything but a white shirt and your panties. You lifted the shirt up to your nose and sniffed it.

The scent was too memorable to forget.

"I thought you wouldn't be up until the afternoon."

You stilled at the sound of Bucky's voice and you almost didn't want to look up from your lap when he walked into his bedroom. How the hell did you end up at his place?!

"Four frozen margaritas, two shots of tequila and two tall glasses of mojito. I'm surprised you're still alive." he said as he stood at the foot of the bed, his arms crossed over his broad chest.

He was wearing a tight black shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants. This was the most casual you'd ever seen Bucky, but also the most feral. You thought that the scowl he gave you at the elevator was the worst, apparently, this Bucky in front of you, seemed the most dangerous.

"Why am I here?" you asked softly.

Bucky rolled his eyes and walked over to the bed side table, fetching the glass of water and a bottle of painkillers that you failed to notice when you woke up.

"Drink." he commanded and waited for you to take the glass before moving back to stand at the foot of the bed.

Your eyes never left Bucky's when you popped a pill into your mouth. After drinking water, you carefully placed it back on the bedside table and exhaled heavily.

"What happened last night?" you asked again.

"Your date left you." Bucky said, matter of factly.

You snickered, "It wasn't a date and Mark didn't le--"

Your very own squeal cut your statement off when Bucky threw the duvet aside, grabbing your ankle and pulling you towards the edge of the bed until your legs were hanging off. He didn't waste any time to kneel in between your thighs, holding your neck in place as his nose brushed against yours.

Your lids fluttered at the closeness, his scent yet again invading your senses, making you lose all your inhibitions because fuck, it's been too fucking long.

"Let me have this, please..." Bucky whispered against your lips.

When you failed to respond, Bucky took it as his go signal to crash his lips against yours. You knew this was a bad idea because one taste of Bucky and you're gone and yet you let him take what he needed from you.

Because you needed him just as much. So you kissed him back fervently, your fingers carding through his hair as you tugged him closer, wanting to feel and taste all of him.

Bucky breathily chuckled when you whined as he pulled away, only to shower your neck with open-mouthed kisses which made your body buzz with need. Your head was still hurting and you felt like you were going to pass out from dizziness but fuck it, you couldn't care less. Especially not now when Bucky was now nipping at your inner thigh while his hands were spreading you wide open.

All your thoughts flew right out of the window the moment Bucky pushed your underwear aside, his mouth quickly latching over your clit. A needy, raspy moan escaped your lips when Bucky sucked your bud followed by his tongue flattening against your folds.

"Fuck, Bucky..." you breathed out, falling down on your back as he continued lapping up your pussy.

You'd almost forgotten how fucking good Bucky was with his mouth and tongue. You elicited another whimper when he pulled back, but only to stand up and pull down his sweatpants, revealing his cock-- already hard and weeping with pre-cum.

In one swift motion, Bucky slid into your cunt. He leaned down to kiss you, swallowing your moans as you adjusted to his size. With how your pussy was clenching down on his cock, you realized that indeed, it's been too fucking long.

Bucky moved slow at first, letting you adjust to him before he began to speed up his thrusts. His breathing was erratic, soft grunts and growls reverberating from his chest as he fucked you. You gripped his forearms when he started pistoling his hips into yours, the head of his cock kissing your cervix.

"Want you to watch me fuck you." he growled, pulling you up to lean against your elbows.

Bucky held your neck with both his hands, forcing you to look down at your pussy while his cock slides in and out of it. Your face scrunched into pleasure, your mouth open as moans and whimpers continued to escape past your lips.

"Keep your eyes on my cock, see how your pussy takes all of it." Bucky demanded as he fucked you relentlessly.

Your thighs began to tremble, your entire body thrumming from pleasure. You tried to keep your eyes open as you watched Bucky fuck you fast and hard. Clawing at his biceps, you held on for dear life when you felt yourself teeter at the edge of your climax.

"Gonna cum, Bucky..." you moaned as your eyelids fluttered.

Bucky kissed your hard, taking your bottom lip in between his teeth before tugging at it. He pressed a soft kiss beneath your ear, licking at your skin before sucking your earlobe.

"Remember this when that Marcus fails to fuck you real good." he whispered and then pulled out just before you could even cum.

You blinked, unable to process what just happened. Bucky stood up and pulled his sweatpants back up. He rubbed his chin angrily before turning to you.

"You really blew me off to be with a guy who left you at the bar." he said.

Bucky really seduced you, fucked you raw only to edge you and deny you of your fucking orgasm. And now he was reprimanding you? While your legs were spread, panties pushed aside and your wet pussy out there for the world to see. You quickly adjusted your underwear, pulled your shirt down and sat up.

"What the fuck, Bucky?" you hissed. "First of all, his name is Mark. Second, he didn't leave me at the bar!" you exclaimed before you realized something.

"Wait, how did you know?" you asked, finally realizing that Bucky seemed to know everything that took place last night. "Bucky, did you follow me at the bar? Is this why I'm here?" you asked, standing up to come face to face with him.

Bucky shrugged, "So what if I did? If I didn't, you'd wake up in the streets, in your own vomit because again, you went for a guy who couldn't even bring her girl home. You should actually thank me." he said.

"Thank you!" you yelled. "I appreciate you bringing me back to your place. I really do." you said, calmly this time. "But can you please not bring Mark into this because he's a nice guy." you explained, squeezing the bridge of your nose.

Bucky snorted, "You call that nice? He left you!" he said again.

"He didn't! There was an emergency, for fuck's sake! He needed to go home and I said I can take care of myself." you said. "I shouldn't even be explaining myself to you yet I am because you're being really irrational right now." you scolded Bucky.

Bucky shook his head, "You really expect me to believe you? I saw how you laughed with him, how carefree you looked when you talked. How you caressed his arm and you're asking me not to bring Mickey into this conversation?"

You hid your face into your palms, "It wasn't a date, Bucky. We both made it clear. And he's a good person, I enjoyed talking to him. That's it. And again, it's Mark." you said through gritted teeth.

"Not a date my ass, you were flirting with him." Bucky accused.

You scoffed, "I wasn't flirting with him! I was casually talking to him like how a friend would! How hard is that to understand, Bucky?!" you exclaimed.

"You were never like that with me!"

"It's because we did nothing but fuck each other, Bucky!"

"That's why I wanted to make it official but you said no!"

"I already told you the reason why!"

"And yet you went out with a co-worker!"

"We're not just co-workers, Bucky. You're my fucking boss! The fucking CEO! How many times do I have to...you know what, it's useless for me to even explain it again to you." you said.

Bucky chuckled bitterly, "You're going to regret this." he said with a sinister smirk.

"Why can't you understand where I'm coming from?" you asked exasperatedly.

"Maybe because you won't let me help you." he said confidently. "And you know what I hate the most about this thing we have? It's that you want me too but you're too stubborn to give in. And you know what? I'll make sure you do." Bucky said, towering over you and staring deeply in your eyes.

"What I want, I always get."

-

The weekend passed by like a blur-- a huge, messy blur that made your head and heart hurt. You wanted to spend the weekend to ponder on things, to forget about Bucky even for just a while and now that was impossible after everything that happened.

You caved in first, that was for sure. And the thing is, you don't even regret it but then Bucky exploded and now everything seemed to have gotten worse. You understood why he was so mad at Mark, poor guy though, but he wouldn't even listen to you when you said that the date wasn't even a legitimate one!

"What the fuck did I get myself into?" you uttered under your breath as you sat in your car in the parking.

You began to analyze the situation you were in and drew out possible solutions to your dilemma. Nothing a good conversation can't solve, right? So maybe talking things out with Bucky properly would make things right. The previous conversations you had with him were always too emotional with both your egos getting in the way.

Alright fine, you'd tone down your pride for Bucky this time around and tell him that you do want to be with him. It's just that the repercussions scared the living daylights out of you.

You can't afford to lose your job nor everyone's respect. So if you were going to do this with Bucky, he has to understand that he has to be really careful. Everything must be done in secret, for the meantime at least.

"That sounds about right." you sighed, feeling hopeful that this might actually work out.

The shift in your mood gave you a little bounce as you walked into the building. You were confident that maybe Bucky was able to calm down over the weekend. Perhaps today was a good day to have a decent talk with him.

As soon as you reached your floor, you hurriedly went to your cubicle to drop your things. The earlier you get to talk to Bucky, the better. So as soon as you were done, you jogged back to the elevator excitedly, unable to notice how everyone seemed to be preoccupied gossiping about something.

Your heart was pounding as you walked along the corridor leading to Bucky's office. Fuck, you were really going to risk it all for one Bucky Barnes. You were a few steps away from the door, ready to reach for the knob when an unfamiliar voice called your attention.

"I'm sorry?" you asked, turning around.

"Sir James said not to let anyone disturb him right now." you were met with the presence of a blonde girl who looked younger than you, an intern maybe?

You nodded but then spared another glance at Bucky's office. "Yeah, I uhh need to talk to him. It's usually not a problem for me to barge into his office." you explained with a soft chuckle.

The girl made a face, "I'm sorry, but I'm just following Sir James' orders." she explained, walking around the desk near Bucky's office.

"I don't think we've met. Are you an intern?" you asked, trying to be as nice as much as possible.

The girl giggled, straight on giggled cutely and stood up again. She excitedly extended an arm for an overly eager handshake, "I'm Beverly. I'm Sir James' secretary. It's my first job!"

You blinked, "Oh...oh uh what happened to Amelie?" you asked, curious about Bucky's previous secretary.

Beverly tilted her head, "I don't know. I just got a call over the weekend from Sir James, offering me the job so I accepted it. I mean, he is pretty cute. Right?" she said in a soft voice.

Is this Bucky's plan? To hire a younger, more bubbly secretary who'd follow his every order? Someone who was the complete opposite of you? Because if this was his plan to get you to cave, it wasn't working. At all.

Sure, Beverly was pretty and young and very chirpy. But you were sure she wasn't Bucky's type. He was never into obedient little girls, hell, your defiance turned Bucky on. This was definitely not working.

You didn't know why, but instead of relief you felt even more nervous. Because if this wasn't Bucky's threat to you, what could it be? You snapped out of your pessimism, maybe Bucky came around over the weekend too?

Only one way to find out.

"Beverly..." you carefully said. "I'm just going to go inside. And don't worry, I'll make sure that Mister Barnes won't get mad at you. This is all me, alright?" you reassured.

Beverly pouted and sighed, "I don't know, because he was very clear with his instructions. And he's talking to--"

"I got you, Bev. I'm going in now." you said, cutting her off and then going straight for Bucky's office.

Taking in a deep breath, you pushed the door open and wasted no time to talk.

"Hey, I really need to talk to you. I thought about--"

"Oh, who's this little lady?"

Your eyes widened upon seeing Bucky in the company of another woman. She looked like she was around your age, except that she was taller and had legs for days. Her brunette hair reached past her shoulders in lovely waves. She was wearing a white chiffon blouse paired with a pair of black trousers and matching stilettos.

She oozed the charm of a lady boss. The way she carried herself reminded you of someone but you just couldn't point out who it was.

"I'm sorry to interrupt." you said, straightening up and turning to look over at Bucky who lifted a brow at you.

That fucking look of mischief.

"I told Beverly not to let anyone in." he said.

"I just wanted to--"

"Oh come on now, Bucky. Don't be so grumpy this early, you were about to call everyone for a meeting anyway." the woman said, turning to you with a smile.

Did she just call him...Bucky?

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Bucky rolled his eyes and sighed, "Yeah, well you're already here might as well introduce you first."

You narrowed your eyes at Bucky in confusion, "I don't understand what's going on." you said.

Bucky stood up from his chair and walked over to the other woman, standing beside her. Seeing them side by side was making you feel things. You haven't even seen them interact that much but you were already sensing that you were going to hate their dynamics.

"This is Mackenzie. I hired her to help us out on a huge project which I will be discussing with the entire team this morning." Bucky introduced a little too proudly for your liking.

Mackenzie offered her hand, "You can just call me Kenzie. I'm a marketing consultant. And you are?" she asked.

Your blood boiled, your eye twitched and your heart ached. Because now you realized who it was that Mackenzie reminded you of when it came to her charisma.

You.

And not only did she have a similar personality to yours-- confident and had authority-- but she also seemed to be here to take the one thing you worked so hard for.

You offered a smile, taking Mackenzie's hand in yours as you mentioned your name, your piercing eyes glancing over at Bucky.

"I'm the head of marketing."

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[therealvinelle]

Ok I'm embarrassed to admit this, but I'm just now copying your Norwegian Bella AU into a text translator, and if you don't already have 50 people in your inbox demanding a translation then shame on ALL OF US because this is glorious! And while Google Translate does have a certain charm (it translated "piper hun ut" as "she beeps") I'm curious to see how you'd put it in English.

Troquantary is referring to this post. In which Bella doesn't speak English.

Fun fact, you're the only one who's gone into my inbox to request this. I was so sad, had the translation half-written and everything, but I was too proud to beg. So thank you, Troquantary, for popping this ask.

As for the dictionary fuckups, sounds about right. I made a few typos, too, that made Google Translate suffer even more. (Such as managing to mix up "henne" (her) and "hendene" (hands), resulting in Aro patting Bella instead of clapping his hands. Poor Google.)

Also, there are a few cultural references and language things that would be lost in the translation, in an attempt to keep them I included notes clarifying things.

Some things, like Aro and Carlisle's very old man way of speaking, are easier said than done to translate, you'll have to bear with me there.

Additional notes are that I added a few things to this version, many of them because translating is hard, but a few because while translating I thought "oh you know what would be much funnier-" and then wrote that.

Alright, without further ado:

When Renée left Charlie she did not go to Florida, she went to Oslo. And she went all in to make her daughter a true Norwegian, hiring Norwegian nannies and making sure never to speak English around the child. Since transatlantic flights are expensive, little Bella Swan rarely got to visit her father, and as such she never did learn what should have been her native language.

She quickly forgot what English she did have in favor of Norwegian, with the exception of words like “Yes”, “No”, and “I’m Bella”.

The few trips she took to visit her father were all the more awkward than in canon since she couldn’t play with the Black kids. Let not the blame fall upon Charlie: he took Norwegian classes and speaks conversational Norwegian. He can’t speak to Renée, because her Norwenglish is incomprehensible even to Norwegians, but he can communicate with Bella.

Not that he’s had a lot of chances to do so.

Bella makes it to seventeen years old, she’s in second grade at Handels* and is a major outsider among the preps there, and then Renée marries a handsome skier**. Together they shall travel the continent all winter to participate in as many skiing races as they can, and in the summer they’ll take gigs at Hurtigruta to see the coast.

*“Handels” is the nickname for an Oslo high school infamous for its pupils being rich and beautiful blonds who are going to be CEOs when they grow up.

**Skiing as a sport is huge in Norway

***Hurtigruta is a famous ferry that travels across the Norwegian West coast

Bella, who sucks at skiing and is too young to work at Hurtigruten, takes the hint.

With dread in her stomach and dictionary in hand she goes to her father in America.

Where she doesn’t speak the language.

Faen.

Charlie gives her a car, and I wish this meta was set in the present because I could have joked about electric cars and the automat only driver’s license*, but Twilight is set in 2005 so I can’t. The car part proceeds without drama.

*An increasing number of Norwegian youth take the driver’s license for automatic cars only, and we’re the country in the world with the highest percentage of electric car purchases.

School is worse than in canon, because she is now a thousand times more sensational than if she was merely the new student. She is from another country! All of Forks keels over with excitement.

To make matters even worse, our girl doesn’t understand a word of what people are saying.

She is too awkward to let them know she doesn’t know English. It’d become a thing, and they might think she’s dumb. To be fair, it’s not good that she’s been through primary, secondary, and now a year and a half of high school and still sucks at English.

So she nods, smiles, mumbles “Hi, I’m Bella” to the new faces, and blushes heavily when anybody says anything.

People assume she’s shy. That’s a bit boring, but oh well.

She has her biology class with the redhead hottie she noticed during lunch. She watched him and his family, they were fascinatingly pretty, but she doesn’t know anything more about them. Sure would have been great if she could have asked the tiny girl (was it Jess?) about them.

Biology proceeds as in canon - Edward badly wants to eat the delicious girl, but fortunately doesn’t.

She runs into him in the office when he tries to switch to another biology lesson, but she has no idea what he’s saying so she only has the suspicion that this somehow concerns her. Which is still uncomfortable, but Bella is probably the problem here. The hottie surely can’t be.

He’s missing from school for a week, Bella finds that weird.

He returns, and to her great horror he starts talking to her.

“Hello”, he says.

Bella dies inside. He’s too handsome!

"I'm Edward Cullen," he continues, and ok, she got that. The hottie is called Edward, that’s good to know. She’s not sure she caught that last name, though, Köln?

He says something else, it’s gibberish to Bella even though she’s concentrating, and at the end there he says “Bella Swan”.

She gulps.

"I'm Bella Swan," she confirms and nods. That should be correct. God, she hopes it’s correct.

He smiles a crooked, boyish smile. She’s awed. She didn’t think it was possible to be so beautiful.

He says something else.

Bella didn’t catch it.

She blushes even harder, she hasn’t been more embarrassed in her life. Here he is, the most handsome guy in all the world, and she has nothing to say to him. Literally, they don’t speak the same language.

She should tell him.

It’s one thing to chicken out of telling the town she doesn’t speak English, but there’s something different about Edward Cullen. He deserves the truth.

But...

He’s the most beautiful person she has seen in her life. He is American, too, so the odds of him knowing Norwegian are microscopical. If he finds out she doesn’t understand a word he says he’ll stop talking to her, and selfish as she is she doesn’t want that.

So with a slightly guilty conscience (but not enough to fess up) she contributes to the conversation with enough words and smiles to pull through. "Yes", "No", "Thank you", and "That's nice".

He is surprised by several of these answers, but instead of giving her odd looks and losing interest he grows more invested in the conversation.

Class ends.

The next day the near accident happens, and he saves her. She is stunned - dear god, did he just pick up a whole car? After teleporting across the parking lot..?

Soon she’s in the ER, and more than a little bit stressed about that fact since she knows the Americans have a terrible healthcare system.

She hopes Charlie has an insurance.

An insanely beautiful man walks into the ER, and Bella is shocked. He is just as handsome as Edward and Edward’s lunch friends!

He introduces himself as Carlisle Cullen, and Bella can only assume this is someone’s older brother. Possibly related to the blonde girl.

He smiles at her, says something, and she answers, "I'm Bella Swan."

He frowns.

That must have been the wrong answer, then.

His hands return to investigating her scalp, and to her great surprise he switches to perfect Norwegian, "kjenner De* noe ubehag når jeg holder her?" Do you feel any discomfort when I touch here?

*De is the Norwegian polite pronoun for “you”. Du = thou = the French tu, and De = you = the French vous. These polite pronouns went out of use in the 1980’s, save for when addressing royal persons, and would be considered antiquated in 2005.

He hurries to add, "Norsk lærte jeg i... fjor sommer. Det var et nettkurs." I learned Norwegian… last year. Online class.

"Hvilket da?" Which one? Bella asks, because Charlie needs to hear about this. The doctor has beautiful, if slightly outdated, pronunciation.

The doctor’s smile turns uncertain. She gets the feeling there’s something he doesn’t want to say. "Husker ikke," I don’t remember, sier han etter en litt vel lang pause.

That’s a shame. And weird.

"De hadde hellet med Dem i dag, som ikke ble truffet av den bilen." You were lucky today, not getting hit by that car. he then says, noticeably changing the subject.

"Det var ikke hell, det var Edward," It wasn’t luck, it was Edward, she replies sharply.

The doctor definitely looks uncomfortable.

She continues, "Han krysset skolegården på et blunk, og plukket opp hele bilen. Jeg så det," He crossed the schoolyard in a moment, and picked up the whole car. I saw it,

The doctor laughs. "Om han kunne det hadde nok gymkarakteren hans vært meget bedre. Nei, frøken Swan*, jeg beklager å si at det høres ut som at De er litt omtåket. Det er helt normalt ved hjernerystelse." If he could do that, his PE grade would be a lot better. No, Miss Swan, I’m sorry to say you seem confused. That’s normal with concussions.

*Addressing a young woman as “frøken” is even more outdated than using polite pronouns.

Why does Bella get the feeling he’s lying?

She’s discharged.

We’ll jump ahead to her trip to La Push - that trip uneventful, since Jacob knows she doesn’t speak English. They stick their hands in their pockets and stare at the sea.

The next day she’s shanghaied to Port Angeles, because apparently she said “Yes” at the wrong time when talking to Jessica (Turns out Jess’s name was Jessica!) and accidentally said yes to a day trip to Port Angeles.

Like in canon she wanders away from the others, and as in canon she is nearly gang raped. And again as in canon she is saved at the last moment by Edward.

He buys her dinner, and she can’t believe her own luck- and misfortune. A date with the most handsome guy on the planet (hence the luck) and she can’t say a word to him (hence the misfortune)!

He says things to her, lends her his jacket, and really this is it for Bella, she’s peaked, life can’t get better than this.

(That’s a lie, it would be better if she spoke English.)

He’s so amazing.

She’s gotten pretty good at navigating conversations with him, so she nods and aha’s her way through.

In his car on the way home the tone takes a more serious turn.

He asks her about something, and it’s a serious question, that much she’s gathered. She answers in the confirmative.

He is silent.

Did she say anything wrong?

(Edward, on his end, just asked if she knows what he is. She said yes, so calmly, not even a trace of fear in her.)

A few days later he takes her out on a walk in the woods.

He shows her a meadow in the woods, and when he steps into it he lights up in the sunlight.

Bella is in shock.

She knew there was something different about him, but- holy cow. This guy isn’t human.

Is she dating a god?

She stumbles into the clearing after him, and they spend a day together where he says things, and she can barely hear any of it (nevermind understand it) because she’s so distracted by how pretty he is.

The next day he takes her to a house in the middle of nowhere. She doesn’t want to guess that this can be where he lives. Surely gods don’t live in houses?

He shows her inside the house, and introduces her for Dr. Cullen and a lady with a name she doesn’t catch.

Bit weird that these two are acting like a couple of parents, they’re far too young and divine for that.

Edward shows her around in an old-fashioned office, and she doesn’t know what to make of i when she sees a painting of Carlisle. Edward launches into a long story when he sees her watching it, unfortunately she doesn’t catch any dates or artist names. At one point she heard the word “suicide”, though, and that’s not good.

She doesn’t get much out of the story.

The baseball game doesn’t happen because Bella didn’t pick up on what Edward wanted and didn’t realize she was being invited to a thing. They spend the afternoon watching a movie instead.

The relationship continues, impeded slightly by communication problems, but she’s mostly able to cover those up.

Until her birthday comes around.

She gets a papercut.

Jasper lunges at her. Edward throws her into a glass table, and then everyone is leaving.

Carlisle is kind enough to switch to Norwegian when he’s stitching up her arm, perhaps remembering the last time she was his patient. "Jasper har ikke vært på dietten vår så veldig lenge." Jasper hasn’t been on our diet for very long.

"Diett?"she asks. She’s never seen Edward eat anything. She wasn’t clear on what the Cullens ate, honestly she thought they were above such things. She was thinking maybe photosynthesis. The knowledge that they apparently eat food astounds her, but diets?

"Dyreblod istedenfor menneskeblod," Animal blood in stead of human blood, Carlisle clarifies.

Whachasay?

Carlisle gives a slight smile. “Jaspers liv som vampyr fikk en brutal start." Jasper’s life as a vampire got off to a brutal start.

...

Vampire?!

Bella’s missed something here.

Oh dear lord, oh fy faen, she has missed something.

“Åja”, uh huh, is all she can say, and suddenly she’s very aware of the fact that she’s sitting there with a bleeding arm.

And Carlisle.

Who is a vampire.

Over the course of the following conversation Bella makes a host of discoveries.

Edward has been a vampire this whole time, and he’s a telepathic vampire. Whether Bella should be a vampire too or not has been a matter of hot debate, but due to religious reasons Edward doesn’t want that.

Carlisle also brings up how Edward died of the Spanish flu.

"Jeg var under den oppfatning at Edward fortalte deg bakhistorien min?" I was under the impression Edward told you my back story? Carlisle asks at one point, and Bella just has to ask very nicely if he’d be so kind as to repeat it.

Turns out the guy is nearly four hundred years old.

Jaha.

Jahahaha jaa ha.

That’s… a lot.

She wanders out of the house in shock, and hardly notices Edward’s strange behavior over the next couple of days.

One day he picks her up at school, and takes her behind the house.

That works out.

He’s a vampire, but he never hurt her. He is endlessly beautiful, perhaps easier to love now that she knows he’s not a god. He’s her Edward, and that’s suddenly easier now that she knows.

They can still be together.

But now that she knows this about him, it’s about time he knows something about her as well.

It’s time to finally be honest with him.

So when he opens his mouth, she opens her mouth as well, but she doesn’t get any further than to “Edward-” before he launches into a monologue.

She’ll have to wait until he’s done before saying her piece. It’s a bit embarrassing, but it doesn’t seem like he intends to stop talking anyway.

And what he’s saying seems to be serious, so it’s probably best to let him finish.

Edward concludes his monologue by kissing her forehead. Then he disappears.

Where did he go?

A big unsure, Bella goes back to the house. She’ll just have to wait until he gets back.

She doesn’t know what to think when Charlie returns from work and tells her the Cullens have all left.

Oh, god.

Edward must have found out she doesn’t speak English.

She made a mockery of him.

He has every right to leave.

Knowing this doesn’t make it any easier to live with.

Bella sinks into a depression.

The hallucinations begin, as in canon, though Hallusinward speaks Norwegian. Thank god for small mercies.

The friendship with Jacob (dictionary in hand) blooms, as someone has to help her see those hallucinations.

The cliff diving happens, and Alice shows up. Bella’s not sure what this is about, but she has gotten good enough at English to know that something bad happened, and Alice wants them to do something.

She’s a bit surprised to find herself on a plane to Italy, though.

Alice tells her to “Run to Edward” and ok, she got that, actually.

So she saves Edward.

After that she’s taken into the sewer, which turns out to house dozens of vampires.

Bella, Edward, and Alice are received in some kind of hall, where an unusual vampire has quite a bit to say. She understands some of what he’s saying, at least the part about “la tua cantante”. She knows a bit about Italian, see, so she knows that he’s talking about a song now.

She wishes she knew the context.

At one point he takes her hand, and appears fascinated by it. She wonders if he’s a palmreader. Not very vampirey, but what does she know.

He asks her a question.

"Yes," she says.

Saying yes has gotten her this far, after all.

But when he lights up and claps his hands together, and Edward and Alice stare at her in shock and betrayal, she knows she must have said the wrong thing.

The two are dismissed from the room before Bella can do or say anything, she’s just listening to Edward make a racket outside in the hallway.

Not good.

The unusual vampire brings her further down in his sewer palace to a basement, and she is given comfortable clothes to wear.

This is getting terrifying.

The vampire leans towards her - and she chickens out.

"Jeg snakker ikke engelsk!" she squeaks. "Non habla ingles!" I don’t speak English.

Han stanser, og ser forvirret ut. "Que- Hva behager*?" I beg your pardon? spør han etter et øyeblikk.

*A very formal, and slightly outdated (you can use it, but people will think you’re putting on airs. And they will be right) way of saying “excuse me?”

Sobbing, Bella tells him the whole story, from how she didn’t want to be the weird kid in school to how she’s now somehow in Italy without knowing why nor what she just agreed to.

When she’s done the vampire starts laughing.

"Dette forklarer jo en hel del," This explains quite a bit, ler han. "Men, kjære Bella, jeg er redd det ikke endrer noe." But, my dear Bella, I’m afraid it changes nothing.

He tells her that she has agreed to serve him and his army of undead warriors into eternity.

Well fuck.

"Du skal få slippe det, når du ikke visste hva du samtykket til - men skjebnen din forblir den samme. Loven er loven." You’re released from that promise, as you didn’t know what you agreed to - but your fate remains the same. The law is the law.

After a moment of silence, during which she looks terrified, he hurries to add, "Vi har en lov. Du må bli en av oss." We have a law. You must become one of us.

A law that Bella Swan has to become a vampire?

People are finally speaking Norwegian, and Bella is still lost. And it’s too embarrassing to keep pestering this poor, polite man with questions.

So she nods.

He gives her a glittering smile, and bites her.

When she wakes, Aro offers her an English course. A language course that, naturally, leads to her staying in Volterra. Why not learn a few more languages while we’re at it, dearest Bella?

Some time later Edward breaks into Volterra to save his Rapunzel, only to barely recognize her now that she’s a vampire who says things. Lots of things, she talks all the time now. WHAT DID ARO DO TO HER.

Too mortified to admit that she never spoke English, Bella claims she’s been brainwashed.

Aro is having too much fun to correct her, and the whole sad affair sets off a regrettable flood of rumors.

[destielhasmedead]

Transcript of Richard talking about the confession in his panel at the Darklight Con

The person asking the question: “um so I had a question, specifically about um season 15 episode 18. So, um it’s been mentioned before that um, you had worked on the confession scene for a few weeks before it was filmed. And, I was just wondering if maybe you could talk a little bit about, maybe how things changed with that scene? Um-”

Richard: “are you talking about 15x18?”

Person: “yeah.”

Richard: “And uh specifically, you want to talk about the scene between uh Misha and Jensen?

Person: “yeah, I was also wondering if maybe you could talk about if it, um changed over time as you worked on it with them before filming or?”

Richard: “Yeah, so it was obviously a big deal scene for Misha’s character, and for the, you know ultimate moment of his relationship with Dean. So, it was discussed a lot b-between myself and Misha. Uh between Misha and Bob Beren, which I had nothing to do with those conversations but I know they took place. Between me and Bob Berens, who wrote the episode, and between the group. I talked to Jensen separately and then we all talked together. Um, the biggest… uh a lot came out of those conversations and- and sometimes it’s hard to remember the nuances of what we discovered. But, one of the things we worked on.. It was very collaborative. That whole sequence. And…. when I say “collaborative”, I knew that Misha had a lot that he wanted to say as an actor. Bob had a lot he wanted to say as a writer. And, I was doing my best to give as much room to tell their stories as possible. Um, so, you know in the blocking in it, and and and the way we staged it was very much about trying to give Misha enough space to approach Dean. And, a lot of distance that they could cover as they came together to have those moments. I *sighs* I think the biggest thing that came out of those conversations... was, we literally arrived in that room, and we moved that location from one room to another room. Because of, issues with another episode. We realized

“oh my gosh, we can’t shoot it in this room. because in a previous episode, this door gets torn apart. So, we can’t shoot in here cuz this door will be gone theoretically. Um, okay, well, let’s move rooms.”.

So, we moved rooms and we’re thinking

“great no problem!”.

And, then when we were prepping the room to shoot that day, we realized, there’s no… there’s no sigils in this room that would keep Death out. The other room had sigils already burned into it, so it would’ve been an automatic barrier. Here we were, in this room going

“ uhhh. Ok there’s no sigils.”. And, the idea was,

“Well, Misha can you just-” which we do in the show a lot

“can you just cut your hand and, do a blood sigil?”. And he’s like

“Yes, that makes total sense.”. And then the conversation between Jensen, and uh, Misha and myself became

“ok what do we use what do we use what do we use? Do we take a bottle and have you smash a bottle and then cut your hand with that? What do we use?”. And, Jensen said,

“Well, Dean always carries a blade, why when I’m sort of, not silly by, Deaths grip, why don’t we have Cas come take the blade out of my pocket and he can use it and we go from there?”.

“Great, done, we’ll do that.”.

*video buffers*

Um, that was a big change which led to a very specific change which was very cool. We realized, and this is just hours, as we are you know shooting the scene- we realize while we were shooting the scene and we were making these decisions.

”If Misha’s gonna have blood on his hand, he should put his hand on Dean’s shoulder, and that will mimic the handprint, from all those seasons ago when, Misha raised Dean from-

*video buffers*

And, I can honestly tell you, it was one of those moments, where Misha, Jensen, and I had, I think the... that it would be considered a tie. Cuz we all went

“Bloody hand!” it was just one of those moments when we were working it out, cuz we were all knee-deep in it. Because we were talking about it for weeks, and here we are on the day of shooting, and we’re solving this problem that had come our way, and we’re in a different room, “okay bloody sigil? Okay blade. Okay cut your hand, um.”.

Then it became

“Oh my god! This is a phenomenal opportunity to do something cinematic, to do something that is character-centric. That has resonance to the fans, and for the actors, and the characters that will be a beautiful throwback to a beautiful moment in their relationship.”.

And, so, we all agreed, we all loved it, and we all made sure, that Misha cut, you know, use the blade in his left hand to cut his right hand so he could do the same grip. And that’s how that idea was born. And, I think that it was a very powerful.. Powerful uh… moment, and it was born, that very day.”

Person: “wow. It was definitely a great call back to see. It was awesome.”

Richard: “And, I, ya know I agree. An, it was great to have everybody’s best heads working on the scene. So that things like that can be, uh welcomed into the conversation. And these surprises can happen, you can- you can… adapt with them. You don’t go,

“Oh, that’s a great idea, too bad we didn’t think of it sooner.”.

Like, we were all so attuned into what the scene was that we were ready for, something like that to come our way. And then we can use it, and the scene added another layer because of it.”

Person: “Yeah, awesome!”

Richard: “Yeah, thank you for the question.”

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here you go @sunflowrly sorry if I wrote it weirdly - but did type everything that was said :)

[dameronology]

the one with all the yelling {obi-wan x reader}

summary: after making a stupid decision in battle and having an argument with your best friend, a confession slips out that surprises both of you (or maybe it doesn’t)

this is a reupload bc i took it down for editing. as usual, this has lots of swearing in, just a pre-warning. enjoy!!

- jazz

They say that time slows down when you’re about to die - that your life flashes before your very eyes. You’re supposed to see the thing you love most, the people you value most. It was meant to be a final moment filled with a lifetime of emotions, of memories; regrets and mistakes; unfulfilled wishes and incomplete to do lists. The way it was described was hauntingly poetic, the sort of thing almost made you want to to experience it just so that you could understand what it felt like.

And, having witnessed a near-death experience in recent hours, you could safely conclude that everything in the aforementioned paragraph was a steaming pile of horse shit.

There was nothing graceful or cinematic about the way you had yeeted yourself across the battle-field, mud unceremoniously flying up around your ass as you kicked Obi-Wan Kenobi out of the line of fire. The blaster fire was inches away from your face - mere inches - and that, of all things, was when you figured the final moments might have come.

Instead, all you got was a hit to the shoulder and a mouth full of dirt. You were very much alive - but after coughing up an unflattering amount of earth and clambering back to your feet with all the grace of a beached whale, the same could not be said for your dignity.

At the forefront of things, you’d been trying to save your best friend’s life. That was all you could think about when you’d launched yourself discourteously towards Obi-Wan; he couldn’t die. Too many people - yourself included - needed him. And, you were certain that if you hadn’t been killed saving his ass, the sudden lack of reason from his presence in your life would have killed you anyways. The man stopped you from walking into traffic on the daily.

You weren’t entirely sure what to say to Obi-Wan. You were sitting on the end of his bed, fresh out of the shower and bundled up in an oversized tunic that belonged to the man pacing in front of you. For a man of many words, he was disturbingly quiet as he stitched you up and even more so when he helped you undress and get into the shower.

What sort of thing were you supposed to say in this situation? Sorry that I booted you up the arse and sent you flying six foot through the air? I had your best interests at heart, I promise.

‘Personally, I am rather pleased with the fact I am still alive.’ You broke the icy silence that had befallen you. Obi-Wan immediately stopped in his pacing tracks, head turning to face you with a bewildered look. Maybe that wasn’t the best conversation opener.

‘How could you…’ Obi-Wan went to say something but his words were lost. He’d witnessed you do a lot of stupid things but this one took the cake. This was stupid thing to end all stupid things. ‘Why would you - actually, I don’t even know what to say.’

‘I mean a thank you would probably suffice.’ You muttered. ‘I did just take a bullet for you.’

‘How could you have been so stupid?!’ He snapped. ‘You could have died!’

‘I was trying to save you!’ You reminded him.

Right. There was that - the alarmingly obvious thing that he’d been trying not to think about.

Obi-Wan couldn’t deny his feelings for you; you’d always been his slightly kooky best friend but maker, he adored you. Life as a Jedi could be dark but you were his nightlight - a soft glow to guide him to brighter things, to remind him that not all was lost.

He’d spent hours convincing himself that you didn’t feel the same. You were too busy running around with what Obi-Wan was certain was a singular brain cell, getting yourself into trouble and making questionable decisions. But, now that you’d quite literally thrown yourself into the line of fire for him? It was certainly a compelling piece of evidence to the contrary.

(Of course, you loved him too. You’d been in love with him since the day you’d met. That was a minor detail you’d chosen not to mention to him - avoiding the truth wasn’t the same as lying, right?)

‘I don’t need saving.’ Obi-Wan said.

‘Oh, please.’ You snorted. ‘You might be Jedi Master Kenobi of the High Jedi Council, Best Jedi To Ever Jedi and Regular Shagger of the Jedi Code-’

‘- you used the word Jedi a few too many times there-’

‘- but you are not bulletproof!’

‘Neither are you!’

‘But I’m alive, aren’t I?’ Your tone was suddenly soft. ‘I’m in one piece.’

‘Barely.’ He murmured. ‘You can’t do things like that.’

‘Well, I did.’ You would have raised your voice louder had your shoulder not been screaming in pain. ‘And stomping around like a pissy toddler isn’t going to change it.’

The most terrifying part - for both of you, truthfully speaking - was how quickly you had done it. You hadn’t even thought about it; you saw red and you launched yourself into the blaster’s path without even considering the consequences. The most important thing to you in that moment had been that Obi-Wan’s life was at risk and it had led to a sudden disregard for your own.

‘I’ll get better.’ You continued. ‘I’m only signed off for a few weeks and as soon as I’m on the mend I will be back in the field. It’ll be like nothing ever happened-’

‘- but it did happen.’ Obi-Wan cut you off. ‘I’m always going to remember that you risked your life for me without even having to think about it.’

Grabbing onto the poster of his bed, you pulled yourself up and slowly approached him. Obi-Wan almost backed away when his robe inched off your shoulders, revealing the nasty red gash just by your collarbone. The idea quickly slipped away, however, when you rested your hands on his forearms, hands slipping under his sleeves and intertwining your fingers.

‘What else would I do?’ You softly laughed. ‘It’s you, Obi.’

‘Would you have done the same for someone else?’ He asked. ‘For Anakin? Or for Ahsoka?’

You faltered slightly, grip on him loosening a tiny bit. ‘Of course.’

‘Y/N.’

‘What?’

‘Don’t lie.’ He suddenly jerked his hands away from you, spinning around on his heel so that you were suddenly facing his back.

‘Fine.’ You grumbled. ‘I would only do it for you. I would only blindly throw myself in front of a bullet for you. Not anyone else. Not a single soul. Does that make you happy? Does that inflate your ego enough, Kenobi-’

‘- that’s not what this is about.’

‘Then tell me!’ You let out a small groan of pain as you grabbed him by the material of his shirt, using every last ounce of energy to make him look at you again. ‘Tell me what it’s about because you are not making sense and I am the world’s leading expert in that field.’

‘It’s not about anything.’

‘Oh, bullshit!’ You whacked his arm, adrenaline worming its way into your tired body and finally allowing you to raise your voice. ‘I just saved your fucking life and you’re acting like a moody son of a bitch and accusing me of lying!’

‘It’s because I love you!’

‘Well, I love you too!’

‘Great!’

‘Fine!’

‘Wonderful!’

‘Brilliant!’

‘Well I’m glad we cleared that up!’

‘Me too!’

‘We should probably stop shouting!’

‘Good idea!’

You unballed your fists just in time to catch the material of Obi-Wan’s shirt as he stepped towards you, taking you by the waist and pulling you towards him. He crashed his lips into yours, knocking the air from your lungs as he did. You’d thought about kissing him many times - more than you were willing to admit, actually - but now that you were actually here, with a handle tangled in his soft hair and his warm lips moving against yours?

Nothing could have prepared you for this moment - for the declaration of love or the kiss or the way he was holding onto you, hands desperately gripping to your waist as though you were about to slip away into the darkness of the galaxy and leave him alone forever. Just a few hours ago, that had been a very real possibility.

You’d admitted to yourself earlier that you probably couldn’t have survived in a world without Obi-Wan Kenobi. Little did you know that he’d admitted to himself years before that he couldn’t have survived without you.

‘I love you.’ His words were softer now, barely a whisper against your lips as pressed his forehead to yours.

‘If I’d known that almost dying was all it took to make you tell me, I would have done it years-’

‘-Y/N.’ He groaned.

‘Sorry.’ You smiled softly. ‘I love you too.’