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simiansmoke · 1 year ago

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From your Mixed-Bag Sentence Starters post: "No time to explain, get in!", but it's just DK taking Mario out for a date in a place where they wouldn't be disturbed.

(And maybe it ends with a make-out session because there is a sincere lack of Mariokong content in this fandom, and I'm starting to feel deprived-)

//aw-...dn't worry bb I got u. 𝐌𝐈𝐗𝐄𝐃-𝐁𝐀𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

It wouldn't be a proper Kong hosted kart-race without some monkey business. Said business entailing that all racers made it their personal mission to see to it that their sole guest participant from the Mushroom Kingdom was thoroughly given enough attention at the event. Meaning - the point of the race shifted from anyone winning to just making sure Mario didn't. And honestly, DK was not about to interfere with that energy, though the thought of trying to win the race instead of watch the ah..."festivities" going on along the track was definitely his lowest priority over the latter.

By the time Mario had been bashed a few times by fellow karts, and even trapped between two for a while to help guide him into some banana peels along the track on purpose, it was soon all over for the other when his kart came to a puttering halt...tires too gummed up from countless banana peels to continue without a pit stop. But seeing as how Mario had relinquished himself to resting his chin heavily into an open glove and grumbling to himself about 'fatherless monkeys' in Italian, it was evident he would be tapping out of the race early and hiking back to town along the dusty track.

Well, until DK rolled up and happily slammed on his brakes to slide a donut around Mario's banana-beached kart to churn up some dust around the plumber and leave him coughing and swatting the air to clear it faster. A glower followed. "DK! C'mon, I'm not even racing anymore. No thanks to YOUR buddies-"

"Heh! What can I say...they don't like outsiders winning our competitions." With a smug expression that only served to rub salt in the wound further, DK leans back in his kart, one hand poised cockily on the wheel. "Now that you're out, they can finally start having some fun!"

"Well good!" Mario spat back, already trying to untangle himself from his seatbelt as he worked on making a hasty retreat from the vehicle in case the racers looped around and decided he was still a ramp to try and launch off of. "Why don't you go and JOIN them then?"

The smirk DK wore slid into more of a smile, though still heavily smitten with amusement as he watched the other struggle to free himself. The way that Mario tried to hoist a leg over the door only to catch his ankle on the way over and flop down onto his hip only caused the Kong to chuckle. His kart tires shifted slightly in the dirt as it creeped forward and sidled up beside Mario now struggling to stand quickly and dust off his knees while his cheeks burned the same color as his outfit.

"Awh, aren't you just a ball of sunshine today~? Ehh, I don't need to hang with those nerds. Besides, I'm gonna lose too many laps to win now that I gotta kart your ass down the mountain." He added, waiting to see if Mario even heard him since the plumber was already trying to set off on his own down the track towards the moon where it lay in the sky waiting for dark to fall further.

Pausing momentarily once the slew of Italian curses in his brain had died down, Mario glanced over his shoulder to question the Kong with a quirked brow.

DK merely waved the other over while expelling an impatient sigh. "No time to explain...just get in!"

The ride down the mountain was a bit rough given DK's customization on his kart this go round, and he wasn't trying to hide that by purposefully hitting every bump in the road and swerving unnecessarily as if he were trying to come up with the best way to launch Mario out of the kart.

Mario simply busied himself with white knuckling the dash board and muttering under his breath in Italian about really not wanting to die today. With his eyes screwed shut, he didn't notice the sudden turn DK took off the main track, nor the sudden drop earned from driving casually off a cliff and dropping into a parachute glide towards a glittering glade below.

The landing is a watery one, but the flooded glade itself is at most ankle-deep. Once he'd turned the kart off and hopped out to a wet landing on his feet, DK snorted when he noticed Mario was still death clutching the kart, face frozen in a grimace and eyes screwed shut.

"Careful, your face'll stick like that." DK grinned, sidling around the kart until he could give Mario's hat a pop forward to knock it into his eyes. "C'mon, loser. We're here."

It was only after he had to straighten his hat out did Mario stir, seemingly taking his first breath since they'd first hit a turn too hard and sputtering through it. "You're nuts! I thought you were supposed to be dropping me off, not drOPPING me-ah off a mountain side?!" Shifting his frustration towards the slowly retreating Kong, Mario can't help but blink and look around at the area. "This isn't-...uh."

The glade is flooded with shallow waters, and ripples are left behind DK's feet and fist as he sloshed forward and turned to give Mario a raised brow. "You coming, or what?"

"...coming to what?" Mario grumbled, throwing himself up over the kart and thankfully not landing on his face this time. Though his knees hit the shallow water briefly before rose and stumbled over to the Kong's side. "This isn't the place we all started in, if you didn't notice."

A snort and a head shake later, DK doesn't spare the other's proddings a glance as he heads towards the center of the large, watery circle in the middle of the forest. "Whaaat? I had no idea. Thanks for telling me where things are in my own damned kingdom." He added, stopping after a moment when they'd made it more to the center of the glade when they were equal distance from every wall of trees in the distance, which was oddly far - perhaps a half mile of nothingness but the subtle shine of the water in the developing moonlight. "Heh. Can't you just chill for a minute? I was gonna show you a reason to come out here some time."

"Hmm?" Expression flustered out of annoyance for the Jungle Kingdom prince's persistence in poking fun at his expense, Mario couldn't help but feel a bit curious about the random bog they seemed to be sloshing around in. "A reason to come out to some wet nothingness and stand around in the dark?"

"I mean...I wouldn't be against that either." DK joked, though he pushed its authenticity by reaching out to scoot a large paw behind the other's lower back and drag him in close to the Kong's side. Once in place, DK rose onto his hind legs and waited.

"U-uh?" Mario questioned the action, eyes swiveling from DK to behind his shoulder where the other's palm rested against his back. A gloved hand rises to cup his own cheek again and lean into it, sighing. "You're always so difficult, you know?"

"Walking back and waiting in the kart is like the least difficult thing you've had to do today. But I guess you're too curious to do that, huh?" DK knew he was right too when Mario's core temperature seemed to rise a degree or two under his palm. Which wasn't the worst thing for the flare up of racer's wrist he had going on and now had a willing participant to stand there while he ground his wrist in place against rough denim.

"Maybe not..." Mario changed his mind with a shrug, though to what, DK couldn't be sure.

"Come again?" He pushed, glancing down and finding it hard to see much of the other except the sheen from his eyes pouring through the deepening night.

"Well-" He was cut off by a sudden intrusion of lights - each a shade of pink or soft purple lighting up one by one around them and spreading out across the barren landscape only to show it wasn't as barren as he thought in the dark. For the half mile all around them, water lillies bloomed and their petals seemed to almost absorb the moonlight above until they radiated a portion themselves, dying it the color of their petals. "Wow-...there's so many."

DK nodded, somewhat smug the other seemed so impressed that he'd even forgotten to relay his earlier comment. Not that DK was going to let him. "-hey. You were saying?" Now able to see his company a little clearer thanks to the field of flower lights, DK leaned down to hear better, his tie's end draping until it tickled the back of Mario's neck.

With a swat or two that turned into a half-hearted grab and squeeze of the cloth, Mario sighed and tilted his head up to regard the Kong with one eye open, though its shade under the soft pink and purple hues almost seemed a shade of lavender than blue. "...I just meant that-...you know!" Frustrated, he squished his feet up and down in the flooded ground, he finally opted for pressing his cheek into his gloved hand again - this time with the DK imprinted end of the tie included. "...'the easiest thing'? It's...being out here with you."

DK had already turned his attention down and reddened noting the fate of his tie. Though instead of wresting it back and give a warning growl, he decided he was fine with the arrangement for now. Well, until he realized he could lean his head back and slowly lift Mario off his feet as long as the other held on to the tie.

A little 'hup' from Mario and a surprised kick towards the ground that once held him was his last duty for standing that night as far as DK was concerned as the Kong took a moment to balance large hands beneath the other's hamstrings and then scooted him up against his chest to rest in place. Though there was little resting at first when DK took the moment to lean in and grumble. "...I'm 'easy', huh?"

"Oh come on-...not what I meant!" Mario protested only to soon find his face pressed close to DK's while the Kong prince smiled briefly before pressing in to pass it to Mario's mouth. Well - his mustache first since it was in the way.

For the moment they remain locked together, DK only moved to hike the other up higher when he felt Mario's gloves gripping at the fur along the back of his neck and hanging on tight, and only slid his tongue forward to meet the breathy exhale Mario emitted, mid-break in contact that left them both a second for air before their mouths began a round of crashing quietly together as the distant sounds of karts crashing continued on into the night.

#//i wrote it kinna fast so hopefully u like it =w=#//ive had fog brain all daaay and sleepy #allthefandomsyoucanaskfor #//there's not a tooon out there now cuz the movie hype died down hehe #donkario #//i can only write tsunderey apparently so mario is tsundere too :I #alexa play simple and clean by utada hikaru #donkey kong #donkey kong x mario

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musemelodies · 8 days ago

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🏰 Lottie and BB let the chaos begin

send a 🏰 and I’ll generate a number, 1-166 and post the sentence as a starter.

"Hey, look, I made a bridge. It only took me like, what? Ten seconds? Eleven, tops."

#fairestmusesofthemall #i'll huff an' puff an' you know the rest! (zeke)#meme!#(OH BOY)

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sincerely-krp · 9 months ago

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Just a paragraph will do, three sentences. Anything. Just reply 😭. Even a single sentence will move my heart at this point. // come write with me bb T_T i love just texting but i want threads too, and i'll wait a week for just 3 sentences if i have to, i am DESPERATE just for some action. i will write every starter, even make cute photo edits to stick on our threads to entice you. JUST GIVE ME SOMETHING A LITTLE BIT MORE THAN NOTHING IM BEGGING

・❥・

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unrclypirxte · 11 months ago

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@calderast - Starter bb ♥

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Once again, the hours had melded into the infinite meddling of time within the Dark Place. She didn't know up from down, left from right, fact from fiction. But that was fine. She'd been stuck there for multiple lifetimes, and every time her and Thomas Zane met, it felt like home.

How many tabs had been dropped? Had any? Had they smoked or snorted? She didn't remember, past memories colliding and fading. All that mattered was now. Him. The music. The warmth. THE LIGHT.

For the millionth time in an eternity they shared, she leaned down and caught his lips in a soft yet needy kiss. She leaned her body weight against him, craving to be closer. She wanted more. NEEDED more. Anything to make it last, so that the loop didn't progress.

"I don't want to start again," An abrupt sentence, muttered against his lips. "I don't want to end up in Night Springs with Scratch. I don't want to rewrite and re-live. I... I think I look forward to seeing Scratch, y'know. What does that even mean? Let me stay with you. C'mon."

#calderast #Muse: Beth Schwipps #V: AW2 #|| GIMME RN

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flowcrsoul · 4 years ago

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━━ ❀ “SUPPOSE you met somebody just as careless as YOURSELF.” Of course, the girl isn’t going to admit she is perhaps even MORE careless.

@personnages liked for a GATSBY STARTER !

#personnages #ii. » bai feng jiu : she captured a feeling . the sky with no ceiling . the sunset inside a frame .#i. » interactions : now I'm causing a scene thinking you need a reason to smile .#personnages » feat. jack kelly #((i have learned that it is INCREDIBLY HARD to do book sentence starters))#((remind me never to do that again))#((or at least not for sOMETHING LIKE G A TS B Y))#((but anyway here's a dumb annoying bb girl for ur dumb annoying boi))#((they're going to drive each other insane))

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spacecadet-ticklesinspace · 2 years ago

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oooo goodness you’re an incredible writer! I love ur stories so much! I don’t want to overwhelm you sdjkflg but when ur feeling up to it do you think we can get a sentence starter like “…who wants raspberries?…” with my bb lee! Peter 3 pfff and ler! Peter 2 ? Maybe Peter 3 wanting raspberries but not wanting to admit it eheheh I think it’s be cute for the big brother to “accidentally” figure it out shjdgf

ofc if it’s too much no is always an answer! I just wanted to throw in a lil thought I had :3

have a great day/night!

(Awwwww! Okay, I had to write this because it's so cuuuute! 😭 Always pictured Peter 3 as the type to struggle to ask for certain tickles even though he really really wants them! cause honestly same Not sure if this was exactly what you wanted, but I still hope you enjoy! It was such a fun post to do Anon! Thank you!)

"Who wants raspberries?"

Peter 3's eyes widened as he darted away from his older brother. "W-what ahare you tahalking abohout?"

Peter 2 followed close behind. "You just seem like you've been in a tickly mood today."

"Wh-what ahare you tahalking abohout?"

"Oh---just making an observation."

"Ihm not!" Peter 3 protested as he continued to back away.

But no matter how far he went, he couldn't loose Peter 2.

"Come on, you've been bothering me all day." The oldest replied as he reached out with wiggling fingers. "That usually means you're ready for a visit from the tickle monster."

The taller Spiderman started giggling. "Wahait."

"Hmm . . . that giggle says otherwise."

Three squeaked and loosely crossed his arms. "N-noho . . . fihingers?"

Two smirked as he paused. "So you don't want me to use my fingers?"

The middle brother froze.

Two raised his eyebrow. "Three?"

"Y-yes?"

"Do you not want me to use my fingers?"

Three's giggles continued to grow, but he still didn't answer.

Two smirked. "Do you want a different form of tickles?"

Two had never seen his brother's eyes get so wide and his face blush so quickly. But that grin made Peter 2 affectionately roll his eyes and add, "Well if you won't answer that question, maybe you'll answer my first one."

Brown eyes locked with blue. Peter 3 gulped.

"Who wants raspberries?"

When Three still didn't answer, Peter 2 took another step forward. Instead of bolting, the middle brother instantly sat on the couch.

Peter 2's smile softened. No matter how many times he agreed, no matter how many times they went through this---his younger brother still couldn't ask for tickles.

"I should give you more for being so adorable. " Two commented as he closed the distance between him and the couch. He watched as Three leaned back, trying and failing to make it seem like he was leaning away from the oldest.

"You wouldn't lean that way if you were really trying to get away," the oldest teased as he carefully pushed Peter 3 all the way down before sitting on top of his waist. "Arms please."

Three dropped his arms to his sides with a blush growing on his face.

"Now if I let you keep your hands, you have to promise not to pull my hair," Two warned as he lifted Peter 3's shirt up and out of the way. "But you're usually pretty good with that."

The middle brother nodded and grinned. Peter 2 often wondered how he ended up with two adorable younger brothers. Both Peter 1 and Peter 3 were too cute for their own good.

The oldest slowly lowered his head. "Are you ready?"

Three nodded again.

A shriek left his lips a moment later when Peter Two blew the first of many raspberries.

"You know you can always ask," Two teased between the raspberries.

But knowing Peter 3, he'd never outright ask. He'd just find his own way to tell Peter 2 when he needed a good tickling.

And Two would always happily agree.

#lee peter 3 #ler peter 2 #ticklefic #raspberries

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cho-cho-chang · 7 years ago

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Cho looked over at Harry at the Ministry Halloween party. The two were part of the few that chose to come to the premature event, and it clearly lacked any sort of fun. “This party blows, let’s go scare some kids.” She suggested, emptying the bowl of candy on the table into her purse.

@theboywhoxlived-twice

#c; harry #it's not just one sentence but bb i needed to add some context #garp: starter

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vanosslirious · 11 months ago

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BBS Dialogue Prompts: #304

BBS Prompts & Sentence Starters: [ 9 ]

VANOSSGAMING

I promise you if you leave me here, I’ll be here when you get back.

I thought you were actually flying.

Oh shit, the circle, I’m so distracted.

How do I shoot?

Wait, is that you?

Everything seems fine right now, nothing out of the ordinary.

Wow, what a coincidence.

How did you lose your car?

You got what you were asking for.

He has fucking guns...again!

Yes, genius, you're a fucking genius!

You’re blocking the door.

I didn’t do that.

We’re currently at 0 out of 5 at what we’re supposed to do.

I’m going to the helicopter.

How do I put you in there?

I dropped you on the floor.

We're doing the plan we said we were going to do.

I thought we were safe.

10% of the time, your ideas work.

TERRORISER

We get this son of a bitch, and then we run away.

Nope, he's running away.

I missed all of my shots.

I'm single, please approach.

Yeah, I'm on it, bitch.

You're so negative around Christmas.

Let's go check out that safe.

Okay, this is definitely not someone from our group.

That marks off a lot of us.

I don't like this man, you're fluent in this fucking game.

Ms. Vixen

Oh God, I'm falling, oh shit.

What the fuck, I'm not!

What do we need to buy, guys, what do we need?

That was really loud, that was very high pitched, I'm impressed, babe.

What the fuck, you guys fucking suck!

How are you not dead, he literally just walked right up to you.

He's dead, thank fuck.

He's back again, oh God, oh God.

I'm dead, I love you!

Do you see what I'm working with?

SILENTDROIDD

We should be fine around here.

I’m pretty good with my hands.

Oh, we're stranded!

Somebody sneezed.

Should we take them to the hospital?

What do you mean, it's pretty scary.

Somebody sneezed again.

Guys, the door is locked.

Hey, ghost, are you here?

This might be a trap, she could be possessed.

SMII7Y

Where’s the heart?

Is he bleeding?

I’m pretty proud of us for taking this long to make that mistake.

No, I was going to cut his head off!

Aren’t we all nearly thirty?

Don’t push me towards him, bro.

You’re fucking done.

Why are we so mean to each other?

What the fuck did you just do, do it again!

I have no other friends, my friends.

GRIZZY

Have you ever thought about just getting off?

I'm stuck on top of you.

I'm so scared.

I really hope they don't check this.

We survived and still got bodied.

They are frozen.

I'm going to destroy things close to us.

Is this small enough?

I'm about to go to war with some bitches!

I think dad's on the motor again.

BLARG

Have you tried eating a live bear?

The bears aren't keen on being eaten…live.

I'm thinking fifty more days.

It looked like it just laid an egg.

I got bonked in the head by a fucking semi-truck.

What a beautiful day to sit inside to play this shit fucking video game.

Not everyone at once.

Hey, boys, can we step it up here.

I don't care who you are, you're not winning here.

Oh God, I thought I was gonna throw up.

BIGPUFFER

Try smoking now, bitch, see what happens.

I can't believe I'm alive.

You deserve that, bitch.

I'm definitely going to make it.

This is awful.

I just heard a shotgun.

They just ran past us twice, did you not see them?

Did you guys get his ectoplasm?

I'm back, baby!

It's very obvious where we are.

NOGLA

It's not my fault I'm so smart.

You guys used to be cool.

Alright, fuck it.

I'm controlling it with my feet.

You’ll never get me.

This is the idea, are you serious?

Why are you suddenly turning on me, what the fuck happened?

You are one cheating son of a bitch.

You crashed my game.

I heard that thud, bro.

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masterthespianduchovny · 2 years ago

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My thoughts on the Better Call Saul series finale is complicated because my thoughts on various concepts, systems, etc are complicated.

No assessment of any show can exist in a vacuum, esp when enjoyment is subject. I forget who said it, but the quote, “all art/media is political” sticks in my mind.

Where you’re from, your station in life, your politics, etc reflects in what you create. It is a statement whether or not you know it.

It’s hard to think of Jimmy’s ending as just or happy (which is doing a lot of heavy work) due to what we know of the BCS world as well as real life.

For starters, we have Marie and others—even Jimmy—espouse about how Hank and his partner were good men who were just trying to put the bad men away. I don’t have a doubt that Hank was good at his job, however, when it comes to cops and federal agents, good can mean many things. Some of which doesn’t equate to ethical, moral, or legal.

Good at their jobs is also an implicit way of saying they were good men, which Hank wasn’t. Perhaps he was a good husband, but this dude was a condescending asshole to Walt, I believe (I’ve only seen the series once and most in real time) and casually racist.

But the larger problem is that there is a whole fucking storyline—Mike’s emotional arc—about corrupt cops. How Mike once was a corrupt cop, his son dabbled in it, and his son got killed as a result of it by other corrupt cops when he tried to walk it back.

BCS doesn’t even take a stand of their being good cops and bad cops. If the focus isn’t about Mike’s guilt as a former corrupt cop and how this isn’t some exception type thing, the show is neutral on them. Yet, because Hank and Steve tried to take Walt down and died, we’re supposed to be pro cop, sympathize, and feel sorry?

I don’t think we’re supposed to condemn Jimmy, but we’re supposed to think his initial speech to Marie was wrong and he should go to jail for the part he played.

It’s confusing and inconsistent messaging because now they treated cops on BB isn’t how they treated them in BCS, so the tone is off.

Jimmy going to prison is deserved because he helped Walt and Jesse where as Jesse is free because he’s suffered enough, despite some/most of his decisions being voluntary. And some of those decisions were fucked is, like trying to sell to addicts trying to kick their addiction right after their meeting.

It almost feels as if Jimmy is serving other peoples time since their either dead or missing.

Prison isn’t for rehabilitation. As a nation, we’re a very punitive country. Many citizens don’t want intimates to get better, they want to lock them away and punish them. How does prison help Jimmy? Are they looking to help him? Does he deserve the harshness of his sentence?

And all I could think about was the tragedy of Jimmy’s life. Him wearing his con man personality as a protective cloak until it served as an albatross. Him not wanting to be a mark, him trying to make a living, him trying to protect himself from being hurt, etc etc etc. And when this behavior was transferred into legal creativity, that was shunned and looked down upon. A part of me gets why in some cases, but this was a man who, despite everyone loving him, he wasn’t accepted. He didn’t feel like he was enough. He didn’t have help. He didn’t have resources. He wasn’t waving, he was drowning.

But he thrived as a con man.

And looking at him in that interrogation room, and then the court room, all I saw was lost potential.

This man Jimmy fucking psyched a man with a 100% win record into crafting a plea for 7.5 years in prison, to the prison of his choice, and a specific brand and flavor of ice cream every Friday! Keep in mind, his original sentence was supposed to be life + 190 years.

He could’ve gotten out in 7.5 years!

I forget what stood out to me about his court performance, but i remember thinking, it’s such a loss as to what lawyer Jimmy could’ve been with a better support system. I’m not saying Jimmy isn’t partially at fault for his situation, however, I think about the choices people make when they feel they don’t really have any choices. Or they know it’s an illusion of choice.

And remember the shit Chuck pulled? How he kept Jimmy for being hired as Jimmy worked his ass off taking care of Chuck? And Chuck was emotionally manipulative and looked down on Jimmy knowing how much his brother admired him and would do almost anything for him. And then the cruel shit he said before he died? All because he resented Jimmy.

I think about how the law supports Jimmy being there, although the law also supports legally fucking over people, which has happened to Jimmy and Kim in the show. You know, a trick up Chuck’s sleeve when he used it against Kim and there was nothing she could do about it.

How many lawyers looked down on Jimmy’s theatrics, yet will employ similar tricks for a larger payout under the guise of it being for the client. I.e Howard having the client unnecessarily use a wheelchair I believe.

So the ending doesn’t hit for me because Jimmy is both taking accountability and internalizing all the bad shit people ever thought about him and thinking he deserved this lifetime sentence. Despite the hypocrisy, corruption, legal abuse of the law, etc that others partake in. Despite the multiple systems that are failures and failed him along the way.

And, as usual, only Kim is beside him and sees this for the tragedy it is. Because, even if she believes he deserves to serve time, it sure as hell isn’t 84 years.

The tragedy is that these are two people who believe they deserve a lifetime of punishment and willingly accept it. They can’t and haven’t moved passed their traumas. It’s too deeply engrained in them. They weren’t bad for each other, they just were caught in a system that fed into their worst impulses. And, now, the question is: can they be good for each other?

I think Kim will try to get him out. Jimmy may resist, but I don’t think Kim will be okay with the sentencing and Jimmy rotting in prison. And she or they will find a way to appropriately handle the civil suit.

This time around, they’ll use their powers for good.

ETA: I forgot to mention how capitalism plays a part in this as well. I’ll probably elaborate later on how this plays a role with Saul.

#better call Saul #bcs spoilers #better call saul spoilers #jimmy mcgill #saul goodman #kim wexler #mcwexler #bcs season 6

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saphylee · 7 years ago

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Halloween Starter Options! 1) Syla, @Mal: “Do ghosts like Netflix?” (elfroot question lmao), 2) Avira, @Thel: “I paid $40 so I better die.”, 3) Tasami @Telah “Don’t eat all your candy at once!”

Halloween Sentence Starters | Accepting

Ugghhhh I love all of them! But I will choose elfroot-smoking Syla and Mal. hehe

Ghosts Like Netflix Too

Maleus Abano x Sylathi LavellanModern!AU448 words

“Do ghosts like Netflix?”

Maleus’ chuckle rumbled in his chest, tightening his armaround Sylathi’s shoulder, prompting her to wrap her arm around his waist. Theshow left a pale glow on their faces in the dark room, though Sylathi’s attentionwas on anything but the show. Her mind spun languorously, the elfroot’s aromalingered on her tongue, her skin warm, even more so where her body pressedagainst his.

“What brought this up, love?” Maleus replied, moving his armup to tuck her hair behind her ear.

Sylathi shrugged, giggling childishly. “Is it not a validquestion?”

He poked her cheek before resting his hand back on hershoulder. “You know there are no invalid questions. Just wondering where yourmind is at right now.”

“Up there.” She pointed to the ceiling with an outstretchedarm. “And over there….and there…and there.” She circled the living room withher arm, pointing at random fixture in the room: lamp, coffee table, thecurtains. “Everywhere,” she finished, booping the man on his nose.

Laughing, Maleus grabbed her wrist, and sliding his handdown to her waist, pulled her on top of him, laying along the length of thecouch. His golden eyes were warm as he gazed up at her. “You’re so sillytonight.”

Sylathi pouted, pinching his cheeks and stretched them out. “Youstill haven’t answered my very valid important question.”

Grabbing her wrists, he kissed the tips of her fingers, thenher palms. “What do you think?” he whispered, his breath warm against her skin.

For some reason, she blushed, curling her fingers. “I-I..well,I don’t know. That’s why I asked you.”

“You’re the mage. I would have thought you were more of anexpert in this matter than I.”

A smile played on her lips. “You’re Rivaini. You’re supposedto-“

“Rivaini mages communicatewith spirits. And I am not a mage,” Maleus gently corrected, arching a brow.

“Bah!” She retaliated with a kiss, her lips pleasantlybuzzing from the brief contact. “Just answer my question.” She dropped her headto his shoulder, her brow stealing the warmth from his neck. Somehow thespinning was worse with her eyes closed, but Maleus anchored her in with hisarms.

He hummed. “I think they do, depending on the type of ghost.Just because they’re dead, they shouldn’t have to miss out in the simplepleasures in life.”

She snorted, then mumbled, “I think that’s what being deaddoes, Maleus. They had their chance to enjoy Netflix while alive.”

“Unless they died over twenty years ago.”

Sylathi was silent for so long, Maleus must have thought shewas asleep before declaring, “Then they better pay their share of thesubscription.”

#ask #halloween sentence starters #malathi #sylathi lavellan #maleus abano #sylathi info #thanks bb <3 #I will probably work on the others eventually #if I remember #lavellanlove

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suresha · 3 years ago

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“ you’re safe with me. you can let go. breathe. ” (young priest seto)

Noticing Trauma Sentence Starters

:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆ || @shacchou ( bb! Priest Seto )

Ⲏⲉ ⲏⲇ𝖽 ⲇⲛ ⲇⲛⲛⲟⲩⲓⲛⳋ ⲏⲇⲃⲓⲧ ⲟ⳨ ⳋⲓⳳⲓⲛⳋ ⲉⳳⲉⲅⲩⲟⲛⲉ ⲧⲏⲉ ⳽ⳑⲓⲣ. Usually he could be found somewhere within the walls eventually, but every now and then, the king grew bold. After all, these were his people. Why not hide among them at times and shop their wares for himself? It was probably the worst idea in the long history of royals sneaking out and yet he could not be bothered caring. His vizier was being insufferable, and Atem grew weary of the day's lessons.

And so with a brown cloak he had purchased months back, Atem threw on the plain cloak, slipping outside of the palace with some help from Mana. Atem's attire consisted of a mere, plain shendyt while all of his jewelry had been forgone. His flats were plain, borrowed from one of the medjai. All in all, he looked like any other Egyptian save for a keener eye. Purple eyes were not the most common, but for the most part, the cloak hid him well.

Atem slipped within the crowds at the market, visiting various stands and inquiring of their wares. From jewelry to freshly basked bread, Atem made a few purchases despite wanting to spend a great deal. However, he knew if he spent too much it might draw the attention of others and thus the last of his hour was spent merely looking around, grateful for the reprieve from the day's lessons.

He was on his way back towards the palace when he was grabbed from behind. Knife to throat, Atem stilled as the larger frame guided him into the shadows. He could feel warm breath on his neck before the cloak's hood was cast off of him. Hands were in his hair, while a particularly eager nose sniffed him all over.

❝I knew it!! You're him, but that's unfortunate for you. There's a THIEF KING offering gold for your head and if you don't wanna lose it now, then I suggest you cooperate your highness.❞

Cooperate. As if the monarch had much choice in the matter. His hands were grabbed with a rope securing them in place. Feet were kicked from under him and he fell back, with the guy's hands quickly tying his ankles. He absolutely refused to show how frightened he was but on the inside, he was terrified. That and he was kicking himself for not allowing Mana to shadow him.

❝I’ll be fine, Mana. I do this all the time.❞

All the time and yet one too many it would seem. He was eventually grabbed and placed upon a rug. With a cloth shoved into his mouth, he was silenced as Bakura's little friend pushed him down, rolling him with ease into the rug. No one would suspect a thing given there were plenty of merchants in the city selling rugs. There were voices now --- several as they surrounded him. He felt the rug being lifted with several hands carting him away, seemingly away from the marketplace. He could tell by the way the noise began to quickly die down despite his kidnappers choice of handling this on foot.

Atem didn't know how long they had been carrying him. He lost track of time in between fighting off tears of frustration and hating himself for this irresponsible outing. He couldn't think of more dishonorable way to part from this world, and what was worse was that there were many things he had yet to experience as a man. Now he'd never get the chance to.

❝HEY! What the---?❞

He was dropped to the ground suddenly which did little to settle his nerves. He could feel the rocks below but the rug cushioned his frame for the most part. Even so, there was nothing pleasant about what he was hearing. There was screaming, running, and the sound of men choking on their own blood. He could smell it, and half wondered if he was next. With eyes clinched shut, his body rolled as whoever it was, sought to unravel him. By now, he really was in tears until he was scooped up quite suddenly and cradled against another.

❝My lord!!❞

The king's eyes widened, but just as quickly he clenched them shut. He was so ashamed, and even more so in the presence of his cousin. The cloth was snatched out of his mouth, with Atem taking a deep breath, gasping for air. It wasn't that he could not breathe. It was more so the anxiety hitting him hard, triggering a mild panic attack that Seto was quick to snuff out.

❝My lord, my lord... calm down. You are safe with me. Breathe. Please, breathe.❞ Seto's hand found its way beneath the cloak, placing a hand upon Atem's chest. ❝I am here, and you are safe. I will always keep you safe.❞

Soothing words and hands peppering the king with gentle, much needed touches in all the right places were enough to bring him back down. He stared at his cousin for quite sometime, noting the expression upon his features. It was difficult to surmise what Seto was thinking, but eventually the king lay his head upon his chest, speaking quietly.

❝Lo siento, my priest. Let us go home now.❞

#shacchou #friends romans countrymen lend me your ears ( answered )#ic ┆ you have no control who lives who dies who tells your story ( atem )#verse ┆ your god of egypt ( atem )#// because there's no way mana didn't tell seto #about atem's sneaking out all the time #and there's no way he hasn't been following him from time to time #or all the time #and i mean #its on brand for seto to execute people on sight so you know #any excuse for seto to be ruthless x)#what can i say? we lowkey dig his murderous ways #long reads tw

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kachigaru · 3 years ago

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@caemthe said:

[ bb ] " i feel uncomfortable around tall people, what if they try to lick my head? "

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“People will lick your head?” Haibara isn’t exactly short, but he isn’t the tallest person in Chaldea either. Not tall enough to be considered overly tall; not lacking in height to be considered short. Either way, no one has ever licked his head. It makes him wonder though; has someone licked her head?! A fear must come from experience, so if there is someone out on the prowl in Chaldea, they had to protect all the short people. Think of the child Servants! “Don’t worry! Nothing like that will ever happen when I’m here. If I’m not here, you can always wear a cool hat. No one would lick a really cool hat!”

#caemthe #( answered ) ;;#( f.go ) ;;#this image... oh mygod LOOOOL

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shhhlikeme · 4 years ago

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“Losty Aone” / “Losty Mountain Man🏔” Series:

Outtake Collection #7:

TALKING STAGE OUTTAKES (Right Before Series’ Part 1)

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A/N: sooooooo. Prepare for the feels in this collection. Tumblr said it was too long because I have too many paragraphs—bye🙄 so this will be 7 and next will be 7.5. Please keep in mind they are apart of the same collection as they work well together. I strongly recommend to listen to “Always Be My Baby” By Mariah Carey for the entire read, but if repetition annoys you then just do it for the last outtake in 7.5 which is the confession. It tied for the most fluff votes. If anyone is up and reading this hopefully the next part will be up by the time you finish.

This outtake starts off funny and fluffy but ends angsty, serious and I dont wanna spoil. Fluffville Af, but maybe a bit of a rollercoaster. I poured a lot of heart into this collection, though, so I hope you enjoy it:

‼️THIS IS THE 11TH PART IN A SERIES READ THE OTHER PARTS BEFORE THIS ONE: ‼️

TABLE OF CONTENTS

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One Day After You Noticed Aone and This Baby Doesn’t Know How ACT ☀️💋

“Hello?”

Futakuchi answered his cell phone grumpily as he half-slept.

“Futakuchi. It is Aone.”

Kenji rolled onto his back, wiping his fallen bangs out of his face. “I know. You’re the only person who calls me at 4am. Did you have another wet dream about Y/N?”

“No.” Mountain man answered hurriedly, but then he faltered. “Well, um, actually—yes—and Y/N looked phenomenal...—But that’s not the reason I’m calling this time.”

Futakuchi yawned. “You know, I miss the days back in elementary school when you’d call me because you had a bad dream ... hah....remember Monster Twoosie that lived in your closet?”

Sitting up on his bed, Aone whipped his head to the right to look at his closet. Getting up to close the closet door, he scolded his friend.

“We don’t speak of him, Futakuchi-san.”

Kenji let out a tired laugh. “What is this about then? I thought you’d sleep like a baby knowing that Y/N has finally noticed you.”

Aone returned to his bed, covering his legs under his camouflage blanket. “I’m extremely happy. I can’t stop thinking about her approaching my desk and smiling at me throughout lunch and her taking my phone to put her number in it. It’s not a daydream anymore and it’s just.......” he raked his brain for the word.

“A lot?”

Aone was happy he didn’t need to speak in full sentences to a best friend who could practically read his mind.

“A lot for me, yes, thank you Kenji-san. Usually, when two people are starting to get to know eachother, there is interest on both ends and they just work their way up from there.”

“But there is attraction on both ends for you and Y/N.”

“No. I already know she is the girl for me, and Y/N just figured out who I was yesterday. We are in a very unconventional position.”

“Yes but she’s also the most lost individual—aside from you—that I have ever met, so, what’s your point?”

“How do I get her to like me back?”

“Aone, just be yourself. A lot of girls already like you.”

“I don’t care about the other girls, I care about Y/N. I’ve been myself the past 2 years and she has never even noticed me, so clearly that does not work.”

“Y/N hasn’t noticed anyone, Aone-san.... ask her to name all her teachers I bet she can’t”

“She noticed the outfielder on the baseball team....”

“Right—she noticed that he was a tool. And I won’t let you conveniently forget that he approached her—which you refused to do for two years.”

“That is.............................a fair analysis.”

“Anyway, like I said, just be yourself. If Y/N doesn’t like you then she doesn’t deserve you anyway. Serves her right for being a bimbo the past two years....”

“Kenji-san....” Aone warned in a frightening voice. He hated when anyone had anything bad to say about his crush.

Kenji just laughed through his fatigue because he knew that warning was coming.

“I digress. Now as far as being yourself goes, for starters......how was your texting convo tonight?”

Mountain man was confused.

“Texting.......conversation?”

Kenji’s tired eyes flew open, stunned.

“Y/N gave you her number. She put it in your phone. That’s what you said.”

Aone grunted in agreement.

“So you didn’t text her?!”

“I didn’t know I was supposed to.”

“Holy fuck Aone I’m seriously gonna—“

“There.” Mountain man interrupted his friend.

HUH?! Kenji now felt like he’d just seen Monster Twoosie, because his entire body paled. He spoke slowly as to not lose it:

“Aone.....What do you mean by...............................................there?”

“I just texted Y/N.”

“AT 4 O’CLOCK IN THE MORNING ?!?!?!?!”

Kenji yelled so loudly his parents screamed at him to go to sleep before they take away his tv. He quickly quieted down.

“What did you text her?!”

Aone paused, retrieving the message. He read it aloud: “Good morning, Y/N.”

Futakuchi groaned loudly, gripping his bangs on top of his head.

“I am gathering that I should not have done that?”

Kenji groaned again in response. “No, but I did tell you to be yourself. We’ll see how Y/N feels about you being yourself.”

🏫 AT SCHOOL 🏫

“Aone!”

Mountain man was collecting books from his locker, Kenji next to him leaning on the next locker, when he heard his name being called by his favourite voice ever. The middle blocker looked over in the direction of the voice and gulped.

Kenji nudged him. “Be yourself.” He whispered before you approached.

Aone couldn’t get used to you actually noticing him. He fantasized about it so much when you’d call your cheer friends name, that it just seemed so surreal now that you were actually calling him. On top of that, you looked so beautiful today. (You may have tried a bit more this morning for him) in your school uniform, light but perfect makeup, and a bright smile.

When Aone heard your voice call his name he had to fight back a deep blush because it brought him back to his dream last night where you were calling his name like that—only it was much more breathy and the two of you were in much more.....intimate circumstances.

“Hi, Y/N.” the blonde managed to say as he looked down at you. “You look beautiful today.”

Beside him, Kenji cringed and looked away. He couldn’t imagine being such a simp.

“Aw, thanks!” You beamed. “I just wanted to say thank you so much for that sweet good morning text. When I woke up to it, it completely brightened my day!”

Hidden behind the locker, Kenji’s jaw dropped.

Aone’s heart tightened at your words. “You’re welcome.”

You smiled. “Would you like to have lunch together again today? My treat this time.”

You had no idea how much you made this man’s life by saying these things.

Aone nodded, blushing and unable to speak.

“Great. Can you come down here for a second?” You bent your index finger at him as to say come hither and this big blushy baby bent down to your level, confused.

With him now in reach you leaned in to press your soft lips on his cheek. “I forgot to do it yesterday, but that’s for defending me against that snitch Tsume. See you at lunch!” You skipped away to your next class happily.

Mountain man, on the other hand, was just completely out of commission.

Kenji’s eyes were very wide seeing the whole thing happen and he moved to the same side Y/N was just on. Grabbing his friends shoulder he pulled him up because he looked weird still frozen bending over to meet your height when you were gone.

“I guess Y/N likes you for who you are, Aone-san.”

Aone just stared in the direction you disappeared in. Your platonic peck on the cheek made him feel like he was floating.

“Let’s go, we have study hall.” Kenji patted his friend’s shoulder.

Aone called for him to stop, so Futakuchi turned back around.

“What’s wrong? What is it?”

“I don’t think my legs work anymore, Kenji-san.”

hahahahaha poor baby

Needless to say Kenji san was not impressed to have to wait at his best friend’s locker with him for 5 whole minutes until the shock of you kissing him wore off

You really affected the white-haired bb even when you ignored him so Kenji wasn’t that surprised that this would happen

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Weeks Into The Talking Stage - The Date Tech Boys Attend Katana’s Big House Party! 🥤🎉

“I swear to God if Katana doesn’t leave me alone tonight.......... You owe me, Aone-san.” States Futakuchi grumpily as him, Aone, and Kogenagawa shuffled out of their Uber. They stood in front of Katana’s huge cottage: lit up brightly with glow strobes and pictures of her taped up on the logs like a billboard in downtown Los Angeles.

“I appreciate you two for coming, sincerely. You are good friends.” Aone bowed to them.

Kanji bounced on the balls of his feet, the complete opposite visual of the crabby Justin Bieber look-alike.

“Oh no problem!!! I would have never been invited to a cheerleader’s party if you two weren’t my friends! Y/N inviting you to this is MASSIVE, Aone-senpai! I’m soooo happy I can experience this—hey! I think I see that hot cop cheerleader from before. Maybe she wants to thank me for my donations—!” The big boned setter started walking toward the party but Kenji gripped the back of his shirt, reeling him back in.

Kenji glared at his underclassmen.

“Must I warn you every time?! Play. It. Cool. Don’t stare at the birthday girl’s chest and for the love of God please leave the cop girl alone or we will never bring you to another party again.”

Pouting, Kogenagawa agreed, grabbing a red solo cup from a tray that a waiter was walking around with.

Aone grabbed it out of his hand before he downed it, all while scanning the crowd for his beautiful crush.

“No drinking. You’re underage.” Aone commanded, pouring it out in front of him.

“Right.” Kenji nodded.

The giant setter’s pout deepened. He crossed his arms at Aone.

“Thanks Mom.”

He then stuck his tongue out and Kenji.

“And thanks Dad. What would I do without you two? Besides HAVE FUN, of course!?”

“It scares me to even think about it....” Kenji murmured back, ruffling his setter’s hair who started freaking out because he worked hard on it.

Just then, Takanobu gasped a bit because he finally spotted you in the outdoor crowd on the porch. You were dressed in a long sleeve skin tight bodycon dress that showcased all your curves. And the dress was short. (If you remember correctly from his wet dream This man loooves short skirts on you.):

(You May or May not have chosen something a bit on the sexy side to get the attention of the boy you were starting to enjoy the company of.... and who you invited to be your date tonight—)

The look of you alone made Aone lick his lips and shuffle because had the air outside gotten 10 degrees hotter, randomly?

“Dowwwwn boy.” Kenji murmured when he realized his friend had spotted his crush and was very excited. He had that same look when he saw Y/N in that genie costume, and it was one of unadulterated, innocent, unidentified, lust.

“Aone, you can’t stare at Y/N like that anymore. She notices you now.”

Aone tried his very best and he was able to peel his eyes away from you and back to his best friend. “I wish it were easy.” He stated with a frown. “Especially when she looks like that.”

You were over with a group of popular kids, a red solo cup in your hand filled with red bull, chatting and adding to Katana’s stories when out of the corner of your eye you spot a tall white haired beauty on the outskirts, probably just getting here: Your date. Your heart skipped a beat as you interrupted the boy who was speaking to the group.

“He came, he’s here!!” You gripped Katana on the arm.

“Ow, Y/N!” Katana ripped your hand off her. She fixed the tiara on her head. “Of course he’s here, no man is dumb enough to deny a date with you, Y/N.” She returned to her conversation dismissively.

Kusa walked up the porch steps to give you and Katana hugs. She looked so beautiful!

“Looks like your man Aone brought Kenji-san too.” Kusa said to the two cheerleaders.

Katana almost did a spit take with the contents in her solo cup. Quickly, she scanned the crowd, seeing her ex, she now gripped onto your arm and pulled you through the crowd.

Soon you were faced with your mountain man, who looked amazing dressed in a sexy dark green, might you add. You rubbed the arm that Katana had just been gripping as you stood in front of them.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” Aone asked, looking concerned as his eyes scanned your arm.

He is so flipping sweet!

You nod.

“I know that parties aren’t your thing so I wasn’t sure when I texted you an invitation. But.....you came,” you breathed a sigh of happy relief.

“You asked me to.” He responded, unaware of how romantic that sounded to you or anybody with ears.

He is so oblivious to how gorgeous he is, you thought.

Aone turned to look at your best friend briefly.

“Happy Birthday, Katana. This is from the three of us.” Aone handed Katana a card that had a hefty gift card inside of it to her favourite makeup store (Y/N’s idea after Aone sweetly asked what he should get her).

A/N: AONE IS HUMAN GOALS - DON’T @ ME.

“Kenji you got me a gift??? That is SO SWEET!”

Futakuchi rolled his eyes. “It’s from the three—“

“Come inside with me and I’ll open it!” Katana grabbed the volleyball captain’s hand and pulled him into the swarm of people, towards the house.

Aone almost felt bad bringing his friend to his clingy ex’s party because he needed him there—until he looked back down at you smiling up at him—after which he couldn’t feel anything else but happy even if he wanted to. You made him so unbelievably happy.

“Oh and Um, Y/N, I know this isn’t your birthday, but this is for you.” Aone handed you a card as well.

You hesitated, confused.

Blushing, Aone explained quickly, really hoping that his fight to get you this wasn’t going to make you think he was creepy. “I just thought that.... if we gifted Katana a Fenty Beauty gift card, she’d best enjoy shopping with you—her best friend. So I-I got you a gift card, t-too.” He finished sheepishly.

Bursting inside with butterflies, you gave your date a finger curl again, which he now knew meant to lean down so that you could kiss his cheek. This time you pressed your lips to his cheek a little longer than the last time, and although it was a sweet gesture, Aone felt the blood begin to rush down to his nether region.

You pulled away just in time.

“Thank you. That’s very kind of you, Aone.” You whispered in his ear.

Aone flushed, standing back up to his height hurriedly.

“My pleasure.” He replied shakily.

And was it ever. Because of Aone’s long brewed feelings for you, even your two simple kisses on his cheek kept him awake at night, sometimes recalling the way your soft and perfect lips felt as he showered in the mornings gripping his cock.

He was so happy to be given a chance it was like his increasing hormones and already strong romantic feelings were fighting for dominance now that you were physically interacting with him, albeit minimally.

For the past few weeks you two have been taking your budding friendship/romance incredibly slow, Aone too afraid to push further than you were willing to go, and for you: that just being the speed you take. You two spoke in class, had some lunches together, Aone offered to carry your books and walk you to cheer practice.... things like that. You were just getting to know eachother and you’d even let him take you out on a romantic dinner date last weekend. You always took it really slow with boys until you felt that they were important enough, which is why your ex-baseball player got frustrated with you last year. But that wasn’t Aone. He believes that he would gladly accept just this if that’s what you wanted, though he desperately wanted more. He wanted to call you his.

To you, everything was going extremely well and you were beginning to kind of start looking forward to seeing him in the halls at school as 3rd year rolled around. You may have an itsy bitsy crush on the volleyball player....but you didn’t know for sure. The most you two had ever done was kiss him on the cheek twice, which Aone was MORE THAN HAPPY with.

“You look so handsome, by the way, green is your colour.”

Aone looked away then, snapping out of his day dream about your kisses on his cheek but unable to relax when you complimented him. He couldn’t believe you were giving him all this attention. You were so perfect and someone as perfect as you didn’t choose guys like him.

Well, you hadn’t chosen him yet, Takanobu reminded himself sadly.

“Thank you, Y/N. And you look.....um.....w-well.........” His eyes fell to your mouth-watering curves in that dress. You could tell he very much liked your appearance.

You laughed, deciding to tease him.

“I look...’um?’ That bad, Aone-san? What? Tell me.” You poked his stomach, not dismissing the fact that his stomach was actually rock hard muscle.

Fuck.

Aone shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts and pretend he hasn’t been crushing on you forever so he could speak clearly.

“No, not bad. Quite the contrary.” His face softened as he looked back at your face. “I’m trying to tell you in the most respectful way that you look......that you look like the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

On instinct, your face broke out into an ear splitting smile. Aone felt like he’d won the fucking lottery seeing you smile like that at him.

“Thank you, Takanobu! Care to enjoy the party with me?” You reached your hand out and the middle blocker just stared at it for a few seconds, still shook from your dazzling smile. Luckily, Kanji was still there so he pushed Aone inconspicuously from behind, allowing him to snap out of it and take your small hand in his large one.

Aone had to take a deep breath when you turned away to lead him into the crowd because the feeling of your hand in his made him feel utterly complete.

He was falling harder n faster than ever before.

And there were no brakes.

He just prayed you’d start falling, too, and soon.

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taglist: @crushzone @galagcica @nairobiisqueen @chaichai-the-weeb

Part 7.5: CLICK HERE

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storybookstalker · 5 years ago

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12 and 24 from the Smothering Yandere starters for Bane please I beg of you💕💗💓💘💞

Ofc bb <3!

excuse the writing sksnkdnd it’s been a minute since I’ve let myself write any non-headcanon fiction

Also! I’m using google translate bc I’m a loser and can barely speak my own language, so if anything seems off I’m super sorry kdndkdnd if you see something that’s wrong feel free to correct me <3!

Warning! Yandere stuff and general violence

Your head’s pounding harder than it ever has in your entire life. The bag over your head and the general darkness of the room made the sick feeling somehow worse than it already was. The two (Three? After the first hit colors began to mush together) men who brought you here seemed to be having fun with your situation. They’d knocked you around a bit before harshly throwing you into some kind of van. You assumed you had blacked out for the first part, the first thing you remembered after getting throw around was being moved to another van. The spinning sick feeling kept you from smaller details. It had to have been at least a few hours in a few different cars. This final place was warm and the air was almost too dense to breath. It was the most uncomfortable you’d never been. Whoever had dropped you into this shitty chair did not care about getting you comfortable. You were clearly supposed to stay in one spot. When some pain dulled down you’d try to wiggle into a more comfortable situation. Leaning forward meant rope pulling on your arms but resting your head back meant straining your already aching neck. There were a few men in the room with you. You couldn’t understand what they were saying, but it was hard to decide if that was because of the pain or if they were speaking another language.

The group was busy snickering as one kicked your leg. A door suddenly opened to your left, pain blurst in your eyes as lights were turned on. The man abusing your poor leg immediately stopped as heavy footsteps entered the room. Your face twisted as the pounding inside your skull increased triple time. Despite the white burn that settled behind your eyes, you did your best to pay attention to what was happening around you. The men who’d seemed so immature before were all business now because of whoever had just walked in. You wondered if they were greeting this new person, but the lack of response confused your jumbled brain. The heavy presence was constrictive, the already solid air clogging up your throat. You barely registered how large the hand on your neck was, the dull jolt from the pressure forced a weak cry out. The hand immediately pulled away, only to take off the suffocating bag. The air lightened, and the bag’s removal made you realize that your hair was matted to your forehead. This new man circled you, breathing heavily like some kind of angry bull. Somehow hearing him made it harder to breath than it was in the bag. One of the men began to say something but the (much larger you’ve decided from his voice) man in front of you interrupted,

“Qué demonios estoy viendo?” He sounded more like an angry bear than a human man. Thinking about how badly this man could fuck you up if he was as big as he seemed made your throat dry up. What did he even want with some rando off the street of Gotham?

One of the guys nudged the man closed to you, mumbling something you didn’t catch. “Ah..” He cleared his throat, he’s probably as scared of this big man as you are. One of the men near the back spoke up when the first one didn’t answer fast enough, “¿No es este el que querías?” There was silence for a moment, and for a moment the room stopped spinning. The man was familiar, you realize. Where had you seen him? It clicked when he started laughing. It wasn’t a fun laugh either, it was more of a laugh that meant you were in trouble. A few of the henchmen chuckled, shuffling away. You couldn’t blame them, you would be as far from this man as possible too if you could move.

Bane. This man was Bane, you’d realized. Whatever hope you might have had dropped, and shattered on the ground beneath you. Bane was not so horrible, not Scarecrow or Joker, but he could easily do whatever he wanted should he want it. You might as well have been shoved under water. Chest tightening fear clawed it’s way into your throat. What the hell did you do to be in this situation?

Bane hummed, nodding thoughtfully at what the other man had said. “Ya ves, es solo eso..” he paused as if trying to figure out how to explain his thoughts to a child, “Estoy seguro de que te dije que no pongas una mano en lo que es claramente mío.”

His men seemed to try to defend themselves, but he interrupted, ��and it seems to me, that you’ve laid more than your manos on her you malditos idiotas!” Bane hissed, back-handing one of his men hard enough to slam against the wall. He sneered something you didn’t catch, your head had suddenly felt like it was floating. You could have swore you were actually floating, but then it was all dark.

Pain was the next thing to flood your senses. Light beamed right into your eyes, forcing a groan pass your lips. You rolled over, trying to get up and away from the searing sunlight. A dull ache swarmed your body and quickly coaxed your body back into the softiness under you. A bed, you had been moved to some bedroom? Or perhaps it was just a fancy holding cell. The room was too bright to fully open your eyes, making it hard to tell. It was silent until a warm voice pounded inside your skull, “finally awake?” Was this Bane? It was hard to think with the onslaught of a headache that came with his voice. The bed dipped to your left and you tried to move only for your body to fight against it. A cold cloth was spread against your forehead, smoothing out your pain a small bit. This could not be the Bane, it didn’t make sense. Did he quit being a murderer in favor of being a nurse or something?

He laughed, making you wonder if you had accidentally said something outlo- “You are talking right now, amor tonto!” He interrupted. At least he found it amusing instead of beating you a hair within your life. “I would smack most for saying such a thing, You’re the only person I’d make an exception for. Count yourself lucky,” he continued through a snicker. You would laugh along with him, if only to try to appease the bear of a man, if you weren’t terrified out of your mind. The so-called monster softly patted your arm, telling you to relax. How could you ‘relax’? A man you thought was supposed to be serving a life sentence was sitting next to you and you’ve been kidnapped! Your throat scratched up your question, “what part of any of this is relaxing?”

Bane huffed in reply, “You were not supposed to be harmed in any way on your way to me.” He must have seen your confusion, because he continued on without reply, “I’d do anything for you, whether or not you ask me to. I know how stressful life has been for you” He gently reaches towards you, taking your cheek into his hand. “No more. I will protect you from life itself if I must.”

Ahh I was gonna do more but I thought it might be too long for a prompt, hopefully this was okay!

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