#her confused face and then biting him lmaoooo

[tytangfei]

-Shiqi. You've been so nice to me because of your gratitude to me, right? I saved you and have sheltered you over six years ago. You have paid me back this time. After we get out, we'll be squared. Rest assured, I won't trouble you anymore. I will stay far from you. -I won't leave you.

Lost You Forever (2023) - Episode 14

[jellyfitzjelly]

That cloak drabble you wrote..... Incredible 🥺 but I can't stop thinking about Tav going back to camp the next morning, hair disheveled, strands of hay stuck to her, and she's carrying the cloak she strangely woke up with.

Her companions voice their concerns for her absence the previous night then upon closer inspection (and a quick whiff)... it all makes sense 😂

"Ah, did a bit of rolling in the hay I see. Don't know why you'd pick /him/ of all the grove inhabitants but, we all have a type, I suppose." (- cinnasalmon)

LMAOOOO ok i truly love this 😂 [READ ON AO3]

You wake up feeling groggy, with hay sticking in uncomfortable places. You realize there's a cloak wrapped around you. The scent is familiar, but you can't replace it. It is an expensive but worn cloak, heavy and comfortable. It was clearly made for a soldier or a paladin, judging by the Helm patterns at the hem. You like it, but you're confused as to how it got on you.

You rub your eyes and decide to go back to camp. Your companions flock you like a murder of crows on a mice the second you set foot in the camp.

"By Mynstra! Where were you?!" Gale exclaimed.

"And here we were ready to have a funeral for you," Astarion quips with amusement.

"I'm sorry to have worried you. I just wanted to take a nap and...uh, I think it ended up being a night of sleep."

Shadowheart snorts while Lae'zel disapproves, of course.

"Nice cloak, soldier!" Karlach tells you, clasping you on the shoulder...before she sniffs you.

"What are you–"

The tiefling burts out in laughter, to everyone's confusion.

"Guess you had a good night of sleep, uh?" she winks.

You frown, confused.

"What do you mean?"

"C'mon, Tav! The cloak smells right like him!"

"Who? You know whose cloak it is?"

Karlach sighs dramatically, but it's obvious she's enjoying herself.

"Who else but the hot Hellrider?"

"Zevlor?!" you exclaim, shocked.

Wait... This is Zevlor's cloak? Then, that means that he wrapped you in it... You redden as you imagine the scene, as your mind fixates on the touch of his hot hands on you.

"Didn't know you were into older guys!" Karlach teases you.

"I'm not!" you protest impulsively, but no one believes it.

"So, how was it?" Astarion asks. "I've never had a tiefling, you must tell me everything!"

"We didn't do anything, you perverts!"

You march off to your tent, embarrassed, as your companions laugh. It's only when you sit down that you realize that you'll have to give back the cloak. You flush again at the idea of facing Zevlor. He's kind and...well, handsome. There is no denying that. He's a good man, and you feel enraged at the injustice he and his people have faced because of the actions of a selfish man.

Truth be told, you admire him.

Your heart race as you remember his might when you helped him face the goblins at the gate. You bite your lip and shake your head. You need to get on with your day, the morning is becoming noon. You wash yourself and change clothes before you grab the cloak you left in your tent. You remember Karlach's words earlier and you get curious. You bring the cloak to your nose and breathe in. It smells of faint spices, musk, a hint of sweat and of warmth. You didn't know warmth had a smell, but apparently it does, because there is no other way to describe it.

Yeah, it does remind you of Zevlor.

You flush as you realize what you're doing. You go back to the grove with the cloak neatly folded in your arms, heart racing. You tell yourself you're just giving it back and thanking him, no need to be nervous. You enter the cave and find Zevlor poring over his map. You look around but Tilses is nowhere to be found. It might be for the best.

"Ah, Tav!" he smiles as he lifts his gaze from the map. "Hope you slept well."

You can't help but blush. You shift, nervous with bufferfly in your stomach.

"I did, thanks to you. Thank you for the cloak, I'm sorry I am only giving it back now."

The tiefling approaches you with a fond smile, taking the cloak from you with gentle hands.

"Thank you," he tells you warmly.

"Don't mention it," you stammers.

"You should keep it," Zevlor pensively. "It may be more useful to you than to me."

"Oh no!" you vehemently protest. "I won't accept it! You need it, sir!"

"Just Zevlor, Tav," he chides you with obvious fondness. "I am no Commander. Not anymore."

"I'm sorry," you whisper, your heart breaking at the hint of pain in Zevlor's voice.

"You have nothing to be sorry for," he reassures you gently. "This isn't your fault."

You shiver as you catch a whiff of the spices of his cologne. Time seems to slow as you look at him. Your gaze drops to his lips and your breath catches in your throat...

"I'm sorry, I couldn't get any meat– Oh! Am I interrupting?" you hear Tilses behind you.

You step back, embrassed by your thoughts and flushing. Before Zevlor can say anything, you stammer:

"Ah, since it's lunch time I'll leave you to it then!"

You turn on your heels and all but run away. You catch Tilses' confused gaze as you speed. The spend the rest of the day cursing yourself. That night, you dream of spices and warmth wrapping around you.

[gasolinerainbowreads]

main thoughts: I love this story and love this pairing. For a while I couldn't quite place what exactly it was that made their dynamic so incredibly lovely to read. It's obvious that Frankie is accepting and wants to learn about River because he cares about them. There's no judgment or wariness on his part about all of it despite his unfamiliarity with it. I finally realized what in addition to those things makes their relationship so special.

Frankie doesn't "Other" River. When he is initially introduced to the concept of a nonbinary person, he approaches it as a lack of knowledge on his part rather than just viewing River as a "deviation from the norm." It's meaningful to be respected, accepted, and not judged, but it's an incredible thing to be seen in your own identity rather than a "deviation from the status quo." River is not a deviation from anything. River is just themself, and Frankie (knowingly or not) upholds and respects that concept to the fullest. He really sees River.

tidbits under cut:

Frankie’s brows furrowed and his chest puffed up a little, feeling possessive. Who was this touching his partner?

YEAH, WHO IS THIS TOUCHING OUR PARTNER?????

“I’m sorry, I don’t remember asking for your opinion. You can leave now,” Frankie grumbled, taking a step closer to tower over her.

not Frankie about to catch a charge defending River lmaoooo that's our man right there

“Shh, c’mere,” he soothed, pulling them down onto the floor with him so he could hold them close. He rocked them in his arms and pet their hair comfortingly. “Do you wanna go home?”

There's that word again! Just like how Frankie referred to River's apartment as "home" when he had his incident at the Night Owl. To Frankie, home is anywhere that River is 😭

Evangeline would tell River that all of their dysphoria was something else. Everything River felt or even thought was strange or abnormal. Evangeline was the only one in the relationship that was of sound mind. River was already in a vulnerable place when they met, and Evangeline knew just how to exploit that.  and The straw that broke the camel’s back for River came when they wanted to get top surgery. Evangeline blew up, throwing things around her apartment because she was “tired of the weird nonbinary bullshit”. She didn’t believe it existed, and was convinced River was just looking for attention. and River left, changed their number, and never looked back. The night Evangeline tried to get into their apartment in the wee hours, they had the locks changed, too. 

Evangeline biting the curb in 4k

“Deadnaming,” Frankie mumbled softly. “Yeah–” River looked up at him, a confused expression on their face. “You know what that is?” Frankie smiled shyly, but sadly. “Y-yeah, uh,” he chuckled. “I’ve been doing some research. Only fair,” he shrugged easily.

Frankie is the fucking definition of IF👏HE👏WANTED👏TO👏HE👏WOULD👏

River shook their head. “No. Love you too much for that,” they mumbled quietly. A wide grin broke out onto Frankie’s face slowly, cheeks burning red. “Love you, too, Riv.”

into the beat of the night (ch 7) "in my side"

moodboard by @hellishjoel (ty, honey ♥)

pairing: frankie morales/oc!river price (they/them) rating: E (18+) chapter warnings: deadnaming, misgendering, seriously there's a whole character that just dismisses river's entire being so if that triggers you or you don't want to read it i completely understand, one (1) panic attack, one (1) depressive episode, frankie being the best boyfriend in the world, possible food triggers (river doesn't want to eat while depressed), discussions of past abusive behavior (gaslighting, belittling, etc), if i missed anything lmk! word count: 3.5k dividers by @saradika-graphics beta: @scenaaario

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They had been at the mall for a couple of hours now, but Frankie didn’t mind. He enjoyed helping River pick out clothes, but he preferred when they went to thrift stores. Less people, fewer crowds. 

Plus, the thrift stores usually had something that he could fix up. He had been working with his hands a lot more lately in his free time. 

Now, he leaned against the dressing room outer wall, waiting for River to come out and show him a shirt they wanted to try on. Frankie smiled to himself as he thought about his partner. 

They’ve been official for six months now. It feels as fresh as when he first saw them at the Night Owl, and as comfortable as if they had been together for years.  They spend an equal amount of time at their respective apartments, and visit each other on their lunch breaks frequently. Frankie isn’t sure he has ever been so happy in a relationship as with River. In previous relationships, there was always an expectation of him. A role he had to play. With River, he can just be. They don’t expect anything of him. Except maybe his attention and love. 

And he had no problem giving them that.

“Frankie?” River laughed softly.

Frankie startled and turned his head toward his partner. “Sorry, Riv,” he smiled sheepishly. “Zoned out a little. Is that the shirt?”

River’s face softened at their boyfriend’s easy smile. The past six months had been some of the best in River’s life. They were so thankful for Frankie’s respect and patience.

“Yeah,” River nodded. “What d’you think?” They tugged on the long sleeves, pushing their thumb through the hole cut into the fabric. They twirled a little and did some silly, flirty poses for Frankie. He smirked, his eyes twinkling in interest as he shamelessly checked them out. 

“You’re insatiable,” River giggled, pushing Frankie’s shoulder playfully.

“Rachael?”

River froze, their entire body going cold in an instant. Their smile dropped and they shut their eyes, face pinched. They’d recognize that voice anywhere. 

“Riv? What’s going on?” Frankie stood, one large hand reaching out to cup their face. When River flinched slightly, his heart cracked, just a little. “Baby?”

“Rachael!” The voice chirped again, “It’s been so long! I didn’t think I’d see you here!”

Tears welled up in River’s eyes at the sound of the voice. Her voice. Why did she have to come back into River’s life now? Of all times?

Frankie felt unmoored, suddenly lost for a way to comfort River. He was interrupted by a short, very pretty woman appearing at River’s side and clutching their bicep. She was blonde, and had an almost ethereal beauty about her. Frankie’s brows furrowed and his chest puffed up a little, feeling possessive. Who was this touching his partner?

River opened their eyes slowly, and when they did, Frankie didn’t see his partner in them. His Río. They looked completely numb. “Hello, Evangeline,” River said in a flat tone Frankie didn’t recognize.

Evangeline? Frankie blinked, his left hand tightening around the handles of the bags he was carrying. 

Who was Rachael?

“It’s been such a long time,” Evangeline sighed wistfully. “What have you been up to?”

River hadn’t turned to look at Evangeline yet, staring at Frankie’s chest and tracing the pattern of the t-shirt he was wearing today; Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. They swallowed around a lump in their throat and let out a shaky breath. “Working,” they answered simply.

Evangeline ignored them and turned towards Frankie, startling like she just realized he was standing there. “Oh, I’m so sorry! How rude of me, I’m Evangeline.” She said her own name like she was someone to know, and held out her hand for Frankie to take. He looked at her face, then her hand, then River, and decided against it. “I’m sure she’s told you about me?”

“Frankie,” he said simply, voice low and eyes never leaving River’s face. He had to get them out of here. “And no. They haven’t,” Frankie bristled, dark eyes finally landing on Evangeline’s face and finding her staring at him, accusation hardening her features. She was judging him.

Well, the feeling was mutual.

“Riv?” He said softly. River blinked away tears as they looked up at him, avoiding his gaze. This was the smallest he’d ever seen them and he hated it. He didn’t know where his confident, loving River went, and had no idea how to get them back. 

“Oh, don’t tell me you actually go by that silly nickname still?” Evangeline giggled.

River winced and bit their lip. They turned and went back into the changing room without another word. When Frankie heard them sniffling, his entire body stiffened.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Frankie snapped, finally finding his voice, and crossed his arms. He stood a good foot taller than her, but that didn’t seem to bother the petite woman. It didn’t seem like much of anything did. “And why are you calling them Rachael?”

“That’s her name, obviously,” Evangeline rolled her eyes. “Her real one. We dated. For a long time.”

Frankie squinted his eyes. This must have been River’s last serious relationship. He had only heard of her in passing, and certainly never a name or how demeaning she was. Not that they ever needed to, now that they had him.

He ignored the name part on purpose.

“You must be her new plaything,” Evangeline sighed, like she felt sorry for him, as she pretended to check her manicure. “It won’t last long.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t remember asking for your opinion. You can leave now,” Frankie grumbled, taking a step closer to tower over her.

“I’m just trying to help,” she rolled her eyes again. “This is what she does. She’ll keep you around for a little while and when she gets bored, or finds someone new, she’ll leave.”

Frankie sighed angrily, the bile in his throat starting to sting. He set the bags of River’s purchases down on the floor next to the dressing room and quickly turned toward the checkout. Making a harassment complaint would probably get rid of her easily enough. He squeezed his fists tighter at his sides, heavy work boots thundering across the linoleum. Before he made it very far, he heard the sound of heels clacking and turned back toward the changing rooms.

Evangeline was gone.

Frankie sighed and made his way back to River. He stood in front of their changing room and knocked softly on the wall next to the curtain. “Río? Baby? Are you okay?”

River felt like they’d been kicked in the stomach. They could barely breathe or stand. They were hunched over on the bench in the changing room and hiding their face in their hands. They sniffled a few times before coughing, their hand pressed against their chest to try and breathe.

“I’m going to open the curtain, okay?” Frankie’s voice sounded like it was a hundred miles away. Light from the store poured into the small room, making them look up. Frankie was illuminated by the shitty fluorescent lighting, but it was one of the most beautiful things River had ever seen. “Mi amorcito,” he said softly, getting down on his knees in front of them. He cupped their face tenderly and rubbed their tears away with his thumbs. 

“Frankie,” River sniffled, face pinched in pain.

“Shh, c’mere,” he soothed, pulling them down onto the floor with him so he could hold them close. He rocked them in his arms and pet their hair comfortingly. “Do you wanna go home?”

River nodded against his skin, their face buried in his neck. He felt the collar of his shirt getting wetter by the minute, but he didn’t care at all.

“C’mon, baby.” He patted their arm gently, encouraging them to stand with him. He laced their fingers together as he grabbed their bags, and led River out of the mall.

It took a few days for River to explain just what happened at the mall. They’d asked Frankie for some space and while he really didn’t want to give it to them, he also respected their wishes too much to argue. 

When River texted a picture of Jonsey napping on their lap and their Baphomet slippered-feet in the background, he knew he had the greenlight to visit them. He was at work when he received the photo, and he knew River knew that, so he waited. He responded with his own picture of his greased up hand and forearm and the hangar he was currently working in. He spent the rest of his workday thinking up a plan for that evening. 

River hadn’t seen nor heard from Evangeline in a long time. At least seven years. Hearing her voice again brought River back to a place they hoped they’d never return to.

River’s therapist told them that Evangeline was gaslighting them. They’d heard the term used before, but didn’t fully understand what it meant until Dr. Owens explained it to them. Evangeline had been emotionally manipulative and abusive, and even got physical once or twice.

She never accepted River for who they were and did everything in her power to downplay River’s feelings. River still didn’t understand why.

Evangeline would tell River that all of their dysphoria was something else. Everything River felt or even thought was strange or abnormal. Evangeline was the only one in the relationship that was of sound mind. River was already in a vulnerable place when they met, and Evangeline knew just how to exploit that. 

There was a chance that Evangeline did actually love River. When they first met in their statistics class in college, their connection had been magnetic. They did a lot of the same sort of things that River and Frankie did now, but River could see now how different it was with Frankie. River was never scared that Frankie would judge or make fun of anything they said. With Evangeline it was like trying to cross a minefield. Whether it was a new band they found, or exploring feelings about their sexuality, River could never predict what would set Evangeline off.

The straw that broke the camel’s back for River came when they wanted to get top surgery. Evangeline blew up, throwing things around her apartment because she was “tired of the weird nonbinary bullshit”. She didn’t believe it existed, and was convinced River was just looking for attention.

River left, changed their number, and never looked back. The night Evangeline tried to get into their apartment in the wee hours, they had the locks changed, too. 

A soft mrrp beckoned River’s attention from the floor. Jonsey tilted his head to the side as he looked at them before jumping up onto the couch. He walked his way over to them and got comfy on their lap, kneading the skin of River’s tummy like dough. River smiled sadly and scritched his face lovingly. When Jonsey started purring, they knew they would be stuck there for a while. 

Looking through their phone at photos of Frankie, they felt awful. They hadn’t told Frankie any of this, hoping that they just didn’t ever have to think about her ever again. Frankie deserved to know, though, and they wanted to get it out in the open and out of the way.

When they received the photo from Frankie at work, their heart thundered in their chest. They really did love him. They just couldn’t voice it.

Yet.

The smell of River’s favorite takeout place filled the air in Frankie’s truck. His stomach roared to life at the smell of noodles and vegetables. Chicken for him, none for River. He looked in the backseat at the giant pillow/stuffed animal of a bat he found at the store. He hoped they’d like it.

He pulled into River’s apartment complex and parked outside their building. He took a deep breath in the silence of the cab, grabbing the food and the bat, and kicked the door shut with his boot. He held the pillow close as he knocked as softly as he could with his boot against the door.

All the tension in Frankie’s shoulders left as soon as he saw River’s tired face. It looked like they hadn’t slept in a while. Their hair was in a high messy bun, and they wore a pair of boxer briefs, an old faded t-shirt with the words Sisters of Mercy across the chest, and their Baphomet slippers.

“Hey, baby,” Frankie hummed softly, a hopeful smile gracing his features. “Got you something to eat in case you were hungry.”

River smiled sadly at the food. They hadn’t eaten in days, and they probably looked like it, too. The smell of the food hit their nose, making their stomach grumble in protest. Frankie chuckled softly at the sound.

“Figured.” He held out the bag toward them before doing the same with the stuffed animal.

“And who– who is this?” River had to clear their throat in the middle of speaking, realizing they hadn’t spoken in days either. They set the food down on the coffee table as Frankie shut the door behind him, looking over the large bat pillow with a raised eyebrow.

“Do you hate it?” Frankie asked, biting his lip. He usually got Marisol a stuffed animal whenever she was upset. He knew River wasn’t a toddler, but he also knew that they deserved something soft, too. “I saw it at the store, and…” He shrugged, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

River hummed and hugged the pillow close. “I love her,” they smiled up at him.

“Her?” Frankie grinned.

“Her name is Agnes.”

Frankie snorted. “Alright. Agnes it is.” He stepped closer to them as they hugged Agnes and tucked a few stray hairs from their bun behind their ear. “How are you doing, mi río?” He asked softly, cupping their face and rubbing his thumb across their cheekbone.

River’s eyes grew a touch sadder at the question, but they smiled anyway. “A little better,” they answered honestly. “Missed you,” they mumbled, setting Agnes down on the couch so they could wrap their arms around Frankie’s middle. They held on tight, squeezing the air out of his lungs but it felt like the first time Frankie properly breathed in days. He held them just as tightly, before kissing the top of their head.

“Missed you too, baby,” he hummed. “Was worried about you.”

River frowned and squeezed him a little more. “‘M sorry for making you worry,” they said into his shirt, the smell of oil and metal wafting off of him. The scent grounded them.

“Shh, no need to apologize, okay?” He pulled back a little, keeping his arms around them, but looking into their eyes seriously. “I’m always gonna worry about you. Even if I know you’re okay. You know I care about you,” he smiled, brushing the knuckle of his index finger against their nose softly.

River’s heart melted at the gesture, their cheeks growing warm. They smiled and looked at the bottom of his neck, a particular freckle catching their eye. They leaned forward to press a soft kiss to it before resting their head on his chest. Frankie held them close and rocked them gently.

River’s stomach roared, causing them to freeze for a second. Frankie chuckled and kissed the top of their head again. “C’mon. Lets get some food in you, yeah?”

They ate in silence. And when it wasn’t silent, Frankie was talking about Marisol or work. River listened intently, the sound of their boyfriend’s voice soothing them. Frankie put down his spoon after he finished off his fried rice, and grabbed some chopsticks. River’s eyes were glued to the thick fingers of his right hand, pupils dilating. 

“Baby?” Frankie smiled softly, picking up a piece of chicken with his chopsticks and holding it above his plate. “Did I lose you?” He teased.

River jumped a little in their seat, their eyes snapping up to his face. “Hm? No,” they cleared their throat, picking up a piece of zucchini with their own chopsticks. They stared at the vegetable and bit their lip. They probably wouldn’t be able to finish the meal Frankie went through the trouble of getting for them. Their appetite seemed to have disappeared again.

Frankie raised a brow, face pinched in concern. “You don’t have to eat anymore right now. You ate most of your noodles, which I’m glad to see,” he said softly. “You can always finish it later.”

River nodded, feeling like they were on autopilot. “We were together for five years. I didn’t… I wasn’t… me, yet.”

Frankie froze, watching River’s face carefully. They were staring out into the middle distance, somewhere around Frankie’s shoulder. “Baby, we don’t have to–”

“Yes, we do,” River’s voice was scratchy, but firm. “I went to therapy after we– After I left her. She wouldn’t let me get top surgery.”

Frankie’s eyebrows furrowed and he set down his chopsticks, crossing his arms over his chest on the dining room table. The air in River’s apartment was still, the dim light from the kitchen making River’s dark features even darker. “‘Let’?” He asked quietly.

River nodded as they swallowed around a lump in their throat. “Yes. There were… rules. Well, unspoken ones. She never believed in, well… this,” they sighed, gesturing to their torso. “Still doesn’t, it seems.”

Frankie stayed quiet, letting them continue, despite wanting nothing more than to put his fist through the table in front of them.

“The… name she called me doesn’t apply to me anymore. My parents don’t even call me that anymore,” they whispered, a bitter laugh tacked on at the end. 

“Deadnaming,” Frankie mumbled softly.

“Yeah–” River looked up at him, a confused expression on their face. “You know what that is?”

Frankie smiled shyly, but sadly. “Y-yeah, uh,” he chuckled. “I’ve been doing some research. Only fair,” he shrugged easily.

Tears welled up in River’s eyes as they smiled, picking at the nail polish on their fingers. “You’re amazing,” they whispered.

Frankie blushed, but didn’t argue. This wasn’t about him right now. He rested an open hand on the table, inviting them to give him one of their own. When River gave him one of their hands, he held it firmly in his own, thumb rubbing against their knuckles protectively. “Go on,” he encouraged gently.

River sighed heavily and nodded. They talked for a long time. Explaining anything and everything about their relationship with Evangeline, who they were before, and what brought them to him now. Not much was different, just the fact that they were more secure in who they are now.

“Gotta be honest,” River said softly, voice a little hoarse from talking so much. “Was scared how you’d react to a lot of this. I’m not sure why,” they shrugged. They knew deep down that Frankie would never judge them, nor would he be scared. They’d been through too much together.

Frankie lifted their hand and kissed River’s knuckles tenderly. “I get it,” he nodded. “I felt the same way when I told you about the military. About Colombia. I wasn’t sure if you’d see me differently or not.”

River shook their head. “No. Love you too much for that,” they mumbled quietly.

A wide grin broke out onto Frankie’s face slowly, cheeks burning red. “Love you, too, Riv.”

River hummed happily, then froze. With wide eyes, they stared at Frankie for a minute. They pointed at themself, a silent question written all over their face.

Frankie laughed softly. “You did,” he grinned, standing slowly so he could be closer to them. He cupped their face in his big hands as he looked down at them in their seat. “Love you so much,” he whispered, kissing them properly, lips melding easily against theirs. 

River was completely lost in it, fingers tangled into the fabric of Frankie’s t-shirt tightly, like if they let go he’d disappear. They moaned softly into his mouth, a tear falling down their cheek. Frankie hummed in response, catching the tear on his thumb. He pulled away slightly to catch his breath and pressed his lips to their forehead. He kept them close like that for a little while, smelling the old dry shampoo stuck to River’s scalp.

“You should take a bath, baby,” Frankie said softly. River snorted into his shirt, face buried in his tummy.

“You saying I smell?”

When Frankie didn’t answer right away, River laughed, really laughed, for the first time since they were at the mall together. 

“I–I’m not!”

River rolled their eyes and smiled up at him, chin resting on his torso. “Wanna join me?”

Frankie raised a brow and smirked, but his face grew serious quickly. “Río, we don’t have to do anything like that–”

“I know,” River muttered. “I didn’t want to. Just wanted,” they bit their lip. “Just wanted to be with you.”

Frankie’s heart melted and he nodded, kissing the hook of River’s nose. “I think I can do that,” he winked.

River didn’t doubt that for a second.

a/n: if you're curious, this is agnes and river's slippers ♥

[smiletimeisrunningout]

"eavesdrop" (JACK LMAOOOO) @fantasywritten

"You know, I did wonder if the tension between you two was something more-" "No, hold on, the tension between me and Jack isn't the whole 'I'm pulling at his pigtails because I like him' tension. That'd be what I do to Sawyer," Emma explained with some light horror to Claire, who lit up a little too much at the last part and made Emma scramble to say: "Because he's hot, that's all! But I'm pulling at Jack's pigtails because I really wanna hit him. It's not sexual tension: it's tension-tension. Which doesn't mean I'm not going to go looking for him now, because if he got hurt, that's not okay. He's not... I don't... I don't hate him. He's not... that bad, admittedly, at times, as a person." Claire's little "Oh?" pushed her to continue, "Yeah, come on, I don't really want him to get hurt, are you kidding? Sure, I want to hit him, but not like... break his face or anything, he's... He's a good guy, pumpkin. I'm not that crazy. That's why I'm going to make sure he's okay. That's why I'll always go make sure he's okay."

Claire nodded, biting back her smile, in a way that had Emma confused, then worried, then horrified and closing her eyes. "He's behind me, isn't he?... Oh, wow. I respect you and hate you for this a lot, Claire. You should go, I can't let him live now and I don't want you as a witness of a murder-suicide."

[emsvegetables]

“Hi! Could I maybe ask for hcs for Akaashi, Oikawa, Ushijima and Osamu with their girlfriend who tends to become a panda and wraps her arms around their neck and legs around their torso and stays there all day almost. Like the walk around their house on a lazy day with their gf glued to their chest and they live it. One of their teammates comes to visit and they open the door and their friends are met with the back of yn and their head over her shoulder ?? I'm sorry if this doesnt make sense”

no no it’s fine!!! i hope this was what you wanted!

Akaashi:

* tbh he finds you so cute HAAHAHA

* he pretends to be annoyed and raises an eyebrow at you whenever you wrap your arms around him, but he secretly LOVES it.

* this guy is an AFFECTIONATE man in secret!!!! like!!!!! he’s so soft for you!!!!

* anyway he’ll just pretend to be annoyed and just do everyday chores with you clinging to him.

* he’ll have this ‘i’m done’ look on his face while he’s sweeping the floor with you clinging on to him, but he’ll secretly smile when he knows you aren’t looking.

* he’ll carry you around EVERYWHERE.

* except for the toilet.

* toilets are a big no.

* AHAHAHA

* anyway he’s just chilling and reading a book with you snoozing on his shoulder on the couch, when Bokuto and Kuroo bursts through the door.

* “YO AKAAAAAASHIIIIIII”

* “HEY MAN!”

* then he shoots them the COLDEST glare and motions for them to STFU bc you’re asleep.

* and for the first time Bokuto really keeps his mouth shut LOL

* and Kuroo’s waggling his eyebrows like “OYA OYA OYA???? what’s going on here???”

* they thought they interrupted SOMETHING LMAOOOO ;) ;)

* i mean what else do you think it looked like to them????

* and then Akaashi just looks at them like,” what do you want.”

* tbh they came just to visit but they realise they’re not welcomed LMAOOO

* SO they say they’ll come back tomorrow!!!!

* and so they quickly run out bc Akaashi might MURDER them if you wake up.

* anyway you’re still wrapped around him and he finds it really cute.

* he loves you so much tbhhh

* anyway he puts his book down and cuddles you closer and he also falls asleep too.

* 10/10 domesticated life with him.

Oikawa:

* OH THIS GUY AHAHAH

* he calls you his sloth.

* EHDJCIOCFI

* anyway he always opens up his arms for you to burrow into and smiles at you all the time when you wrap your arms around him.

* then he always teases you.

* “AW (Y/N)!!! my sloth!!!!”

* he’s so annoying but you need him to carry you around so you shut up.

* but when he carries you around he needs to take breaks LOL

* then he’ll always plop down onto the floor and say,” (Y/N), you’re heavy.”

* then he apologises when you threaten to snap his neck LOLOLOLOL

* but he finds it really cute!!!!!!! he loves to carry you around, he finds you so adorable.

* so anyway he carries you around the whole day and it’s around evening where your apartment’s doorbell rings.

* so Oikawa carries you to the door LMAOOO

* and when he opens the door:

* THE SEIJOH THIRD YEARS HAVE ARRIVED.

* anyway Iwaizumi has this disgusted look on his face, Hanamaki and Matsukawa just exchange a look when they see Oikawa’s head poking out from your back.

* “oh, Iwa-chan! what are y’all doing here?” Oikawa’s asking them cheerfully.

* “you forgot it’s movie night,” Matsukawa says, and then all of them push pass Oikawa to go lounge on the couch.

* LOLOLOL Iwaizumi throws Oikawa a dirty look as he walks pass him HAHAAH

* anyway they don’t talk much about you wrapping so tightly around Oikawa the entire night, and the only thing they say when they leave after the movie and you’re still on Oikawa’s shoulder.

* “you’re digusting, trashykawa.”

* “what a simp.”

* “you’re so whipped.”

Ushijima:

* he just looks at you with that face of his when you wrap your arms around his neck.

* but he just shrugs it off cause MEH. this is Ushijima.

* the only thing he’ll tell you is that,” you should have come to Shiratorizawa.”

* anyway, this man has MUSCLES, so he’s able to carry you around AND do the housework without breaking into a sweat.

* like he’ll hang the laundry, wash the dishes, sweep the floor, mop the floor, wipe the coffee table, with you clinging on to him.

* he actually finds it kinda nice you’re hugging onto him!!!

* so he just tells you.

* “you should hug me more.”

* you’re like—

* oh! OKAY!!!

* anyway he really likes carrying you around everywhere.

* and when you lean back to smile at him???

* he has this gentle smile on his face too!!!!

* anyway for some reason Tendou figured out the password to your apartment, so he bursts in with Semi and Reon one day, and they stop in their tracks when they see you over Ushijima.

* “is (Y/N) okay?” Semi sounds so worried LOL

* “why wouldn’t she be?” Ushijima asks, and you lift your head up from his shoulders to wave at them.

* they are SO confused LOL BUT ALRIGHT.

* anyway they brought dinner for all of you!!!

* so y’all eat dinner together.

* and you only climb out of Ushijima’s grasp to roll into a chair to eat your pasta!

* Reon is SO CONFUSED HAHAHAHA

* but after y’all are done eating you’re clambering back into Ushijima’s lap and he lifts you up!!!!!

* the rest of them are still so confused, and Tendou just rolls with it bc he’s weird, and this is definitely not as weird as him.

* but really, Semi can’t hold back his curiosity and finally asks,” why are you carrying (Y/N)?”

* Ushijima’s like,” why not.”

* DIRIROGITI THEY LEAVE YOUR APARTMENT WITHOUT ANY ANSWERS AHAHAHA

* but anyway Ushijima’s just smiling at you as he continues to carry you around the house!!!!

* very cute 10/10 guy!!!!

Osamu:

* ????!!!!

* this man is the ULTIMATE tease when you wrap yourself around him one day.

* “oh? my babe (Y/N)’s hugging me?”

* then when you pout up at him bc of his incessant teasing, he grins at you and flicks you on your forehead.

* he finds you. so. ADORABLE.

* but tbh carrying onto you is kinda tiring.

* so he tells you to use your muscles to hold on to him when he’s doing household chores.

* you have to rely on your thigh muscles and your arms around his neck to hold you upright AHAHH

* and when he’s sweeping the floor, he purposely leans closer to the ground in the hopes of you falling off ):(

* he actually wants you to fall off so he can catch you and act all suave LMAOOO

* anyway

* when it’s time for lunch???

* he’s making ONIGIRI FOR YOU BABE.

* he rolls his eyes and flicks your forehead when you lean down to steal a piece while he’s making it.

* but he makes you switch your position to go onto his back when he’s cutting the ingredients and heating up the rice bc he doesn’t want you to get hurt!!!!!!

* he finds you very cute when you tap him on his cheeks to ask for a bite AHAHAH

* anyway he continues on with the chores when Atsumu bursts into the apartment, saying that he’s hungry.

* “THIS IS NOT YOUR APARTMENT! GET OUT ATSUMU!”

* Atsumu turns to flip the middle finger, but stops short when he sees you wrapped around Osamu.

* “hold up—are y’all having SEX?”

* “what.”

* “what? CLOTHED SEX?”

* his face looks so disgusted LMAOOO

* then he’s yelling that he’s changing his mind to him being hungry and backing TF out of the apartment.

* “IM NEVER COMING BACK!”

* he yells as the door shuts.

* and Osamu just rolls his eyes and calls his brother an overreacting bastard LOL

* N E WAYS

* what Atsumu said gave him an 💡idea!!!

* and you bet he’s going to act on it ;)!!!!

HI ANON!!! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!!! RIRIFIFIR

REQUESTS ARE OPENED!!!!! shoot me anything :)

[ticklishpeter]

remember when?

gfhdjbh this is so self-indgulgent. pls enjoy my second fic for diego’s day ! tw for,,,,,, pee i guess lmaoooo

fandom: the umbrella academy characters: diego & all the other hargreeves siblings!!! summary: klaus calls a family meeting; chaos ensues. word count: 1,691

The shrill sound of a bell rang through the mansion as Klaus sang out, obnoxiously loud, “FAMILY! FAAAMILYYYY!” The strong vibrato making Ben angrily cover his ears.

All six siblings met in the room fairly quickly; everyone looking either confused or tired... or both.  “What is it, Klaus?” Luther grumbled, sleepily scratching the back of his head.

“I’ve been watching our little old... home videos,” he held up air quotes, “and I came across,” chuckling, he put a video tape into the small television in front of the group, “such a lovely little memory.” 

A few seconds of fuzzy fast-forwarding later, the content of the tape made Diego’s stomach drop; it was an old ‘security tape,’ from when they all were 11 years old, of all six of his siblings pinning him down and tickling him to tears.

“I remember that. You guys tickled him until he cried,” Vanya exclaimed with an amused smile, watching the screen. 

“Oh, he did more than cry, if I remember correctly,” Luther snickered.

Yes, they made him pee his pants from laughing so hard. No, he would never admit it or talk about it ever again.

His face began to heat up, and as soon as each and every one of his siblings glanced over at him, he bolted off of the couch and ran away; at least... he attempted to run away. He didn’t get very far before he was taken down to the floor by his giant, half-ape brother.

“NO! KLAUS! — LUTHER! — DAMMIT, FUCK OFF!!” Diego growled, trying his very best to fight off his siblings, but it was six to one, and practically hopeless. And he knew exactly what was about to happen.

Luther managed to grab Diego’s upper arms, pinning them to the floor, as Klaus and Vanya each straddled a thigh. Leaving Allison, Five, and, while only visible to Klaus, Ben standing by; almost exactly like old times. Ben’s go-to spot used to be on the thigh that Vanya was now on, but he couldn’t help but smile at the fact that their sister was finally getting herself involved.

Allison took no time to start poking around at his stomach with two index fingers, and Diego’s tough facade lasted about two seconds before he fell into a fit of gasps and yelps, trying not to laugh. “No! It —” His voice was strained and rather high-pitched.

“What? Does it tickle? Huh? Does it tickle, Diego?” Allison cooed in her best baby voice as she wiggled one nail around the surface of his belly. 

He tried his hardest to frown but he just couldn’t hold back the giggles that were flooding out of him. It was just one finger, and no one else was doing anything except watching him; why the fuck was he so giggly already? 

“I-it doesn’t! It doesn’t t-tick —” he stifled a laugh and squirmed, angling his body away from Allison’s finger ever so slightly.

“It doesn’t what?” Adding her other pointer finger, she poked and scratched around his abs.

“D-doesn’t... t-tickle! Shut up!” he squeaked, saying the word made the dam break again as his shoulders began to bounce.

As Diego gasped through his laughter, trying to keep it quiet, Five kneeled down to his other side, squeezing at his ribcage. “C’mon Diego, laugh it up, you know you want to,” his menacing smile and teasing words catching Diego off-guard; he wasn’t used to Five being in such a mood. 

“S-s-stooop,” he whined, almost akin to a toddler about to snitch to their mom. Giggling into his shoulder, he felt his face begin to heat up.

As if he wasn’t about to scream already, Ben reached over Allison’s shoulder, lifted Diego’s shirt only slightly and wiggled a few fingers in and around Diego’s bellybutton. 

“NO!” You’d think he was being stabbed by one of his knives with how loud he screamed, and how violently he’d flinched. 

Five and Allison looked confused for a second before Klaus’ voice piped up, “Ooh, Ben’s getting the tickle button!” They all couldn’t help but grin; of course he was. The way Diego’s face quickly reddened, and the way his laugh’s pitch heightened was enough of a sign.

“It’s! No, it’s — it’s not a ti — GAH! I-it’s not a b-b-button!” That definitely wasn’t what he meant to say; he just didn’t want to say the dreaded word.

“Pretty sure it’s called a belly button, Diego. What are you talking about?” Vanya couldn’t help but giggle with sheer amusement.

“Yeah, and it is a tickle button because every time you touch it, this happens.” Klaus reached up to poke at his navel, which resulted in a ticklish yelp and approximately 5 successive curse words. 

Klaus, with his other hand, then began to pinch and squeeze at his brother’s thigh and Vanya followed suit. 

“NOHOHO, — SHIT, NO!” he hiccuped, much to his chagrin, “GUYS, FUCKING — FUCK!! FUCKING STOHOHOHOP, STOPSTOP, GOD D-DAMMIT!”

Five scoffed, a dimple showing on one of his cheeks, “And you all say I have a potty mouth.” His squeezes moved to his vigilante brother’s upper stomach, as Allison focused on the center, her nails now also finding his navel. 

Squealing as his legs shook fervently, Diego tugged on his arms with all the strength he could muster (which wasn’t much) and squirmed around as much as he could. God, this was humiliating. He was painfully aware of the squeaky and pathetic sounds he was making but could not, for the life of him, stop making them, which made his face burn.

“Aww, Diego, you sound like a big baby!” Klaus laughed, poking up and down his designated thigh in no particular rhythm, before laughing again at Diego rapidly shaking his head, now practically unable to speak.

“Don’t make any noise and we’ll let you go.” Allison taunted over Diego’s uncharacteristically boisterous squeals, spidering five nails across the middle of his stomach.

“FUCK OFF!” he yelled before quickly changing his tone after she poked a torturous nail into his navel. “OKAY, OKAY, I WON’T MAKE ANY NOISE,” he rambled, turning his head away.

“Deal,” Allison smiled, beginning to drag a single nail in circles around his tummy, slowly but surely closing in on his goddamned belly button.

A sharp exhale left poor Diego’s nose, and she wasn’t even close to the middle of his stomach yet, but he knew what was coming... and that made it ten times worse.

“That wasn’t a noise, right?” Luther genuinely asked before Allison and Klaus shook their heads. “We’ll let it slide for wittle baby Diego’s sake.” Allison mused, relishing in Diego’s reaction as he shook his head into his shoulder and scrunched his face up. 

“Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle!” Klaus giggled, clearly having the time of his life. 

Five chuckled, loving the nostalgic shared moment with his siblings, “Let’s hope you don’t piss yourself again, Diego.”

“Yeah, I was embarrassed for you,” Luther chuckled, holding his arms down, still with seemingly no effort at all. 

He wanted so badly to tell them all to shut the hell up, but he couldn’t because he was too busy trying to swallow any noise he could possibly make. His shoulders bounced as laughter quietly bubbled in his throat.

The closer and closer Allison’s nail got to the hole in his middle, the harder it became to hold anything in. Out of anticipation alone, a humiliating giggle escaped his lips, and with the exaggerated coos that followed, he couldn’t hold back any longer. A screech preceded bouts of giggly, adorably contagious laughter.

“Aww, already? But I’m being so nice to you!” Allison chuckled, a hint of endearment in her voice. 

As soon as her nail dipped in, he was done for. But then... she added another hand, and as Five continued to pinch around the skin, Klaus and Vanya reached up to vibrate claw-shaped hands into his lower tummy, and Ben squeezed at his sides. Fucking fuck. 

“Tummy attack!” Klaus screeched as the others added in some laughs, teases, and coos. 

The feeling of all ten hands (one pair of which was unbearably phantom-like) all scritching, poking, and digging in to his tummy was enough to convince him that he was on the brink of death, and Luther’s fingers twitching into his triceps just added to the torture. Tears began to sting his eyes, and his cheeks began to hurt. He was a squirmy, screeching, laughing mess. And ... oh god, his bladder was getting uncomfortable.

The mixture of a snort and growl that left his mouth made his siblings laugh. “PLEHEASE,” he cried out with a wide smile, “I CAHA-” his cackles faded into silent laughter as his whole body trembled. 

A cacophony of coos and teases came from his brutal siblings as they did not let up; Diego felt like the tickling sensation on his stomach was somehow getting worse. 

“STOP IT! STOPIT, STOP PLEEEA —” between hiccups, he mouthed the words “I can’t, I can’t!” as he shook his head into his arm, occasionally trying to bite at Luther’s hands. “I’M GONNA P — HA!! I’M GONNA — EEK! FUCK, NO, NO, ALLISON! GUHUHUYS!” Diego’s legs bounced beneath Klaus and Vanya when he felt a huge raspberry right over his belly button. The feeling of that mixed with 50 fingers on his tummy was too much. He just couldn’t.

Diego let out a loud, more urgent sounding yelp as he kicked a leg, “GUYS! GETUPGETUPGETUP!” He would rather die admit that he peed himself again, and he didn’t have to because Vanya noticed his pants’ spreading stain first, immediately standing up and covering her laughing mouth.

“Oh my God, guys!” She couldn’t help but crack up.

The rest of his siblings laughed when they realized; Five doubling over and Klaus cackling as he stood. The second that Luther let go of his arms, Diego held one of them over his crotch and the other over his face before turning away towards the bathroom. All the Hargreeves saw was a middle finger as their ticklish brother wobbily, and angrily, stormed away. He would not hear the end of this.

[keepyourpantsongohan]

Ayesha Liveblogs Death Note

I’m watching this show specifically because of that text post that said, “Watch how quickly this one guy decides to be the worst person ever” and he has killed two people in the first ten minutes

Though 2 be fair he’s killing people to save people so it’s a trolley problem kind of thing for now

“In fact I’ve been waiting for you... Ryuk” ok weird flex Light but u do u

“You’re the first one to use to this extent in five days” WAIT DID HE MURDER ALL THOSE PEOPLE IN FIVE DAYS I THOUGHT HE WAS JUST LOOKING AT A LIST OH MY GOD??

“So there isn’t a price to using Death Note?” said Light, as if killing people is just a normal thing that we all do

Fhkjfhfkjb Ryuk really went ‘u used the book so we’re friends now’ 

I was wondering why the book was in English, and I guess that makes sense British and American imperialism really Did That

“I can write down the names of criminals, and slowly reduce the number of evil people” uhhhh doesn’t u being a Book Murderer also make you a criminal Light

“Human lives shouldn’t be taken so lightly” bah dum tss

Also I guess that revelation lasted about thirty seconds for you huh

Update from 15 seconds later: Even less than that

“I would create a world of earnest, kind humans” really because I don’t think places that allow the death penalty are generally nicer societies 

It’s interesting that they use English in the classes and the notebook but the conversation at Interpol takes place in Japanese (despite the implied internationality and Ryuk’s aforementioned claim about English being most common) 

Huh I won’t lie I do think it’s confusing that the main characters are L and Light, which also starts with L

“I am justice” I mean if anything this show just proves that no one should be allowed to use the death penalty on apprehended suspects in criminal justice cases ever 

OH SHIT PLOT TWIST HIS DAD’S A COP (IT WAS IN THE TEXT POST I THINK BUT I FORGOT)

Wow this show is full of mind games already I guess I can see why like, crime show fans would dig it

“But I’m going to say this as your roommate” OH MY GOD THEY WERE ROOMMATES KJHRGKJHKJHG

Interesting that someone is following Light specifically already

I mean not to poke too many holes in your plan Light but wouldn’t it clash with your plan to become God if you die at like 35 or smth 

“You’re already much more of a shinigami than they are” Ryuk said my friends are BORING I want to hang out with this MURDER TEEN

“I may not look it, but I’m pretty popular” Light is exactly the kind of guy who ends up in a true crime special where a bunch of people say he seemed like a nice, charismatic young man

Man this poor girl that Light brought on this date is going to be straight traumatized after this

I mean isn’t it MORE suspicious if someone dies around someone with direct ties to the police even if it’s not a heart attack

“You were indeed a brilliant FBI agent once, but now you’re my fiancée” kjhfkjhg WHAT FBI AGENTS CAN’T BE MARRIED 

“Once we have a family, you’ll be so busy that you’ll forget that you were an agent” I’m not a fan of Raye Penber 

What’s the point in killing Raye at all???? He told you he was part of a special investigation so clearly he’s not that suspicious of you

Light sure is bold to announce his Killing People Experiments in the middle of a busy sidewalk 

Incredible that consistently no one notices Light’s increasingly threatening declarations????

Fjkfkfhk these five cops finding out their Hail Mary is this strange little goblin man,,,, wow

This woman has really pushed Light to the brink just by giving a fake name, I admire her tenacity

Cops wearing fake IDs really did not age well oh boy

SERIOUSLY HOW DOES NO ONE EVER HEAR LIGHT SAYING SUSPICIOUS THINGS IN PUBLIC THOROUGHFARES HE LITERALLY JUST SAID “I AM KIRA” AS A DETECTIVE WALKED BY, WHILE HE WAS TALKING TO SOMEONE HE KILLED IMMEDIATELY AFTER

Wow it really took only eight episodes for L to track Light as close as one of two families

“You have a wife and daughter, right?” “I know!” I mean..... not 2 be that guy but... cops

 “To me, apples are like... Well, like cigarettes and liquor to humans” Vcvhcjhj every once in a while Ryuk says something that really tickles me

I know the word sociopath is kind of outdated but man does Light have actual interests outside of school or does he just do stuff to fill the void of his lack of interests (outside of murder)

JKHGKJHGKJHKJHG I cannot believe that this has turned into a fake classmate situation first of all 1) are you going to become friends and 2) How old are you Ryuzaki/L?

“Where is that rich kid from? And he’s even at the top of his class? What a jerk” honestly a mood

I DESPERATELY want Light’s mother or sister to overhear his evil cackling will someone finally eavesdrop on this god complex

“If I sit normally, my reasoning skills drop by 40%” weird flex but same 

Sidenote: I can’t believe how many episodes of this show I already have watched

Ngl I was VERY shook that Mr. Yagami had a heart attack. Also does Light care if his family lives or dies or is he kind of neutral on the subject? 

“If Kira is an ordinary person who gained this power, then he is a very unlucky person” Dad and L said ‘if u ARE Kira could you please stop murdering thank you <3′ 

Light really underestimated how much cops hate anyone who has killed a cop oops

OH SO IT’S NOT LIGHT I WAS WONDERING WHY HE HAD NOT MADE AN APPEARANCE THIS WHOLE EPISODE U MEAN THERE ARE TWO GUYS WITH THIS EXACT SAME IDEOLOGY AND PLAN? INCREDIBLE

Update from ten seconds later: Two people, I guess

Well this explains the girl in the short dress which serves as the Netflix thumbnail of this show I was wondering when she would show up 

Also she sounds like she’s very young? Clearly Shinigami don’t have a minimum age of informed consent when it comes to their Murder Eyes Contract 

Hahah I bet Light didn’t imagine that his petty and fucked up apple joke would bite him so quickly in the ass

Dhkjdhdkjhd Misa is so bold dropping her Death God deets in a video for anyone to see 

“The way to kill a Shinigami, is to make them fall in love with a human” does this mean that Ryuk is going to fall in love with Light or Misa? Both would make me uncomfortable

Oh wild guess Misa became a Death Note Wielder through the Power of Unreciprocated Voyeuristic Love

“Yeah, I have a girlfriend now,” said Light, after a girl contacted him through a series of anonymous video tapes implicitly vowing to be his disciple 

“No one could tell who he’s attached to if I’m with this many people” [20 seconds pass] “Found him!” HAHAHA the funniest part of this show is consistently watch Light going “got ‘em” before it immediately is revealed that he doesn’t got ‘em 

Why is Light so incredibly searchable??? I think the only way people people could find my height online is if I happened to answer it for one of those Facebook note memes in 2007 lmaoooo

“There are many places that will go and sell your personal records” ah, data breaches; a problem that has not gotten any better in the last 15 years since this anime came out

HKJHFHKJFHF Light immediately jumping into fake-dating his weird disciple in front of his mom... what is this show

“Please make me your girlfriend” OH MY GOOOOOD

This is one of the weirdest romantic dynamics I’ve seen in recent memory but you know what? Whatever, at least it’s not Anxiety and Murder

“Does that mean I’ll have to deal with her until she dies?” Light is truly exuding some Ladybird Book of Dating Energy rn: 

The fact that to kill L all Light had to do was get an obsessive girlfriend... astounding

Beautiful that it took Misa less than a week of knowing Light to ruin his whole 15 episode game plan and also life

“I think I may be Kira” Well this show keeps taking one escalation after another this is exhausting why can’t Light just be a normal person who found it, tried it out of interest in the occult, discovered he’d committed a horrible atrocity and then went to therapy for the rest of his life only to confess to Magical Murder on his deathbed while his family goes, ‘Wow, Grandpa’s crazy’

Does L not think that keeping three different people imprisoned for days on end will lead to some psychological repercussions for him

FOR WEEKS ON END????? OH MY GOD???? The fuck L, I know two of these people are murderers but there are some minimum conditions of correctional facilities and this seems a little Stanford PE

THE DRAMA OF THIS EPISODE I KNEW IT WAS GONNA BE A BLANK BUT HOW FUCKED UP TO PUT EVERYONE THROUGH THIS L I THINK YOU NEED THERAPY!!!!!!! I MEAN LIGHT AND MISA ARE MURDERERS BUT FORCING A MAN TO HOLD HIS SON AT GUNPOINT AFTER IMPRISONING THEM FOR OVER A MONTH IS REALLY A REFLECTION OF A COMPLETE LACK OF EMPATHY (especially when you think that this version of Misa and Light don’t know anything!!! Oh my god!! The fuck)

“I will make arrangements so you and I are together 24 hours a day” call me crazy but I would not want to spend 24/7 with the man who imprisoned me for over a month while playing cruel psychological games all the while

“I’m one of those people who’ll accept Kira, I’d think of ways I could help him” Misa said Bimbo Rights

“I could never toy with a woman’s emotions like that” Light’s dating life and personality has gotten a LOT funnier since he forgot he was a murderer I kind of wish THIS could be the whole show 

Also: Nice to know Light USED to have standards of how to treat women

Honestly fair play to both L and Light they both deserved to be punched and it’s funny to see eighteen episodes of mind games culminate in punching and kicking each other in the face

“Matsuda’s being an idiot again” “Well, Matsuda is a natural at that” wghkjhgkj what has Matsuda done to any of you

"He’s punishing criminals as a front, and killing people for the benefit of this company” is Light unknowingly going to solve the murder chain he himself started... inspiring

“I was testing you” this is why Light is your only friend, L, Aizawa has kids and it’s a dick move to ask him to put his convictions before them

Poor Matsuda realizing he’s got the least to offer to their team... me in high school science labs 

I understand Aizawa’s moral crisis but why do NONE of these cops care about their wives or daughters they’re just kind of like, ‘I will provide for you but I have no interest in or fulfillment from being part of your life’ (ACAB)

Matsuda is truly about to die for being dumb and eager to help 😔 Rest in Pieces

“We must not allow Yotsuba to figure out that we are investigating them,” said L, just after it cut from Matsuda being obvious about investigating them. Oh Matsuda 😔 you’re so bad at your job 😔

MATSUDAAAAAAAA oh thank goodness; Bimbo Rights save the day

“I can’t go along with your idea, it’s wrong!” said Light, despite the fact it took him 15 seconds to get over murder the first couple of times he did it 

Staaaaaaaaay Good Light, I don’t want ur Deathnotesona I want this young man with moral convictions!!

The level of hubris it takes to answer a phone call during your secret Murder Meeting while people continue to talk about their Murder Plans is just out of this world

“If I die, you could probably become the successor to the ‘L‘ name,” said L, to the person he has been trying to catch for twenty episodes 

“I won’t say anything under any kind of torture” “Yes that’s true” Which he knows because he tortured her for six weeks!! You see that that’s fucked up, L, right? RIGHT??? RIIIIIIIIGHT? (LIIIIIIIGHT???)

Seriously not to beat a dead Shinigami but Light is so much better like this. He doesn’t want to throw people’s lives away for the investigation! He wants to protect Misa! He thinks Kira is wrong! Why does he have to be a murderer!!! Why can’t this show be about a nice young man!!!!

“Hey Ryuzaki, that’s messed up!” THANK YOU LIGHT AGAIN I KNOW YOU BOTH HAVE KILLED PEOPLE BUT YOU DON’T KNOW THAT RIGHT NOW SO FOR ALL MISA KNOWS HE’S JUST A GUY WHO TORTURES HER AND TELLS HER CRUSH WILL DIE IF SHE DOESN’T HELP

Wow Rem is so ride or die for Misa protecting Misa from creepy Higuchi, giving her info and telling her to trust Light, that’s love bitch

Props to Misa for getting a confession out of Higuchi after one (1) car ride 

Why do I feel like L is going to be responsible for reawakening Bad Light is it because he psychologically tortured him for six weeks? Had his dad hold him at gunpoint? Forced Misa to investigate on his behalf? Constantly and unerringly presses him on what Kira would be thinking as he’s handcuffed to him 24 hours a day? Maybe!! This is like Build-a-Bear but he’s customizing his Teen Murder Friend 

“Only Mr. Matsuda can do [the mission to lure out Higuchi!Kira]” Death Note really said the Himbos, Herbos and Thembos shall inherit the Earth 

They keep saying they don’t know how he kills but it seems pretty obvious that he writes down their names to kill, they literally saw him do it

I really don’t want any of the investigation team to die but things are not looking hot :(

“Ryuzaki, I never knew you could fly a helicopter” “It’s just intuition” what does that MEAN

“Those aren’t allowed in Japan,” said Light, about a gun, as if he had not killed probably thousands of people without one 

In spite of this fact I really do want Good Light to stay 😔 Why! Can’t! This! Show! Be! About! A! Nice! Young! Man!

Also they really are playing into this father-and-son duo I will be very sad when the dad inevitably dies as I’m sure he will 

Family side note: I’ve been wondering this since the prison ep but where do Light’s mom and sister think he IS now that he’s dropped out of first year uni to be a teen criminal investigator handcuffed to a maladjusted homebody private eye

AIZAWAAA and also the other two guys I guess there was a plot relevant reason for him to rejoin the police huh

Well what a clean ending to this Kira arc. No one died and the killer was caught! Yikes that the next ep is called ‘Revival’ tho 😔 Rest in pieces Good Light

Also a new and very threatening intro???? What happened to the Twilight Apple Hands 

BOOOO I knew Light would get his memory back but I was hoping it would at least fuck him up for a while he sorted out his two personas but I guess all roads eventually lead to Bad Light 

Full disclosure I stopped watching for a few days just after Light got his memory back and let me tell u coming back later hasn’t made it any more tolerable I am truly not built for this EUGH

“Do you really want to halve your life a second time” “Well, that can’t be helped” REALLY???? CAN’T IT BE HELPED MISA??? WHY ARE YOU AND LIGHT SO CRAZY

Oh I guess we’re back to Light saying incredibly suspicious things right near the investigators lmao what if those cameras secretly had audio or you know, L simply knew how to read lips 

“Misa, let’s make a new world together” Remember a bunch of episodes ago when Good Light was all ‘I could never toy with a woman’s emotions’?? What was the reason!!!

“Have you ever told the truth at any point in your entire life” L cutting straight to the core lmao (also the answer is obviously ‘no’)

This show has taken a jarring tonal shift why are they having a post-rain-confrontation massage and towelling each other off this is a level of intimacy I was not prepared for I NEED PEOPLE TOOK LOOK AT THIS:

OKAY OKAY OKAY I KNOW THAT IT WAS PROBABLY NOT THEIR INTENTION BUT THE ONLY WAY I CAN READ THIS SCENE IS AS “Don’t kill me Light~ 🥰 I’ll fuck you~ 🥰” 

I guess L knew he was forcing Rem’s hand to kill him if he disproved the rules written in the book?? But to what end omg how does this help anyone 

“In April 2012, Light Yagami, age 23, joins the National Police Agency” should’ve known we’d land here eventually (ACAB)

Ah, I see another person who doesn’t know how to sit, clearly they will inherit the L title next lmao

Update from the first few mins of the next ep: “Near should succeed L” told you

“There’s no way I’m letting Sayu marry a detective” ahjfkhkjf he’s a little old for her I think but it wouldn’t be the worst thing this show has done romantically lmao; maybe Sayu would get to investigate her brother

“I might’ve considered going out with you, if you were a little younger” HA GOOD FOR HER

“[...] the Japanese police are unreliable. In order to solve this case, we want you to hand over the notebook to our country.” Of all the Japanese-speaking Americans in this show, this is the most accurate jkhfkhf the US government really is Like That 

Ah, so that’s where Mello’s gone, oh how the turn tables 

Also way to sell your subordinates out immediately, NPA Director, will you give them the Kira task force’s home addresses too

The real question is if Light actually cares about his sister enough to prioritize her over the notebook

“Call me... N” Oh my good L... M(ello)... N(ear)... Oooooooooooooooo

It’s my saving grace that I only need to get through 9 more eps but as always I must wonder where this is going will Light just die and end up in Shinigami purgatory while the people who knew him after the fact go, ‘hey, that guy was fucked up’

“If things get bad, I’ll have to kill Sayu” well I guess that answers that question, my expectations of Light are so low and yet he continues to find new ways to be awful

Good for Mr. Yagami and Sayu for getting out of that alive I guess but hoo boy I think this is going to have some psychological repercussions for both of them 

Uh oh this episode is called ‘Father’ I’ve been dreading this one bc I think that means Mr. Yagami is about to die 😭😭😭

“It was an institution for brilliant children, to raise them to become L‘s successor” okay calm down Professor Xatari that’s not what children are for lmao 

Well I guess it’s a lot easier to track down info about these two guys than it was to figure out L lmao

HAHAHA Sidoh haunting Ryuk to ask for his stuff is a fun addition to this madness  

“He’s scary for a human” jkhhfjh how unhinged does Mello have to be to threaten a literal Shinigami 

I truly don’t understand the logistics of how they revealed Ryuk to the police force isn’t the second Kira notebook supposed to belong to Actual Kira, in the police force’s eyes????? I do not understand how Light can just turn up with another notebook and everyone’s like ‘sure cool’ did I miss something 

Mr. Yagami killed for being unable to take human life ugh this is the worst 

“You’re not Kira. I’m really glad.” WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS SO SAD MR. YAGAMI NOOOOOOOOOO THAT’S WHY HE RENOUNCED OWNERSHIP OF THE NOTEBOOK 

Neither Mello nor Near seem overly concerned with the lives of people around them does being a Super Genius Investigator also mean you have to be a dick (is this Benadryl Coddleswab Sherlock syndrome)

Lmaooo genuinely love how it’s constantly apparent that Light is the least smart of all of the smart people Light spent five years working on his reputation and it took Near one (1) phone call to destroy it 

Ghjkhgkhgkgjh Light outsmarted by Near yet again never think people will prioritize principles over money

Lol yeah Aizawa needn’t have given a name after he said the “Deputy Director Yagami would kill Kira and then himself” thing, you don’t do that just for anyone who was he fooling 

How does Light keep track of all the renunciations and notebooks bc I certainly can’t 

Ffhkfjhfj Mikami truly looks like the son of L and Light it’s like Light missed him and was like, “Miss u boo :( (even tho I kinda killed u) I’ll adopt An Evil 27-year-old in ur honour :)”

Is Mikami’s story really, ‘I got bullied in high school and have mommy issues so now I think people I don’t like should die’ ok Shonen Snape 

“I just want you to meet with me and hear me out” Light really proving to Aizawa that he can lie AND manipulate people’s feelings 

“The truth is, she’s not smart enough to be my partner” first of all Light I think this show has proven you’re not that smart, and Misa’s Herbo Energy is effervescent and will outlast you, and third of all go to jail

“He’ll look suspicious if he doesn’t say something soon” “Ide, have you ever been in love” Matsuda continues to be the only good part of this show

“You’re the only man I’ve ever respected and admired in my life” GET SOME THERAPY KIYOMI

“You’re going to be the goddess of the new world” so it’s not enough for Light to be a murderer he must also be a cheater

Lmao Near’s powers of perception do seem a little B/BC S/herlock because L tried for literally months to work out the possibilities and Near is just like ‘I KNOW IT NOW’

“The only thing I can deduce from this is that Light Yagami is popular with the ladies” HEAVEN KNOWS WHY (PUN NOT INTENDED)

Every moment Aizawa gets closer to proving Light is Kira is another step closer to death 😔

“This is definitely Mikami’s handwriting” Not to be a know-it-all, Near, but handwriting analysis has been proven faulty many times in multiple courts of law

This truly is a game of Cat and Cat. All these hidden plans give me a headache fkjhkfjh call me Misa-Misa and spin me sideways I don’t have the braincells to spare

Well this is definitely some kind of s*xual assault absolutely fucking hate it wow this show truly just drains the life out of you 

“Matt, I never thought you would be killed” why wouldn’t you think that at this point anyone who comes close to this investigation eventually dies (also wjkhkjhgk why is Matt special didn’t you kill all those thugs you had before -- Mello said ‘the lives of my allies are only important if they are drawn in handsome protag style’) 

As of yet I haven’t really talked about Near’s wild toymaking but hoo boy is that L finger puppet something to observe

“Everyone who knows about the existence of the notebook will die” I’m still pulling for their survival, particularly Matsuda (himbo rights!!!)

Imagine if they just shot Light Yagami on sight how ironic would that conclusion to all these mind games be 

“I’m waiting, for the one who will solve everything, to arrive” Lmao if it turns out L is alive I’ll pee laughing this show is so fucking stupid 

Take a shot every time there is a Humpty-Dumpty-in-Puss-in-Boots style explanation about how everything actually happened

“I’ve won, Near” I bet/hope what gets Light caught is his inability to hold in his hubris for one (1) minute

Although the last episode is called New World, in which case maybe he wins in a very weird ending to a very weird show

Sjkfhkjhfkhfkjhf well I guess what gets Light caught is that the person he invited to be his murderous disciple keeps calling him God

“A second ago, you said ‘I win.’ That’s as good a confession as any” HA hubris strikes again also bold of Aizawa to clap Light on the shoulder knowing he is a mass murderer

Ohhh Matsuda he’s so nice and believed the best of Light :((((((((((((

Watching Light become increasingly desperate and crazed is very uncomfortable give it up dude u’ve been beat (though I suppose there is time for everyone here to be murdered still lmao)

LMAO LIGHT SAID “IF YOU CAN’T BEAT ‘EM, CONVERT ‘EM”

Yeah I figured if one of them was gonna shoot it would be Matsuda :( :( Good for him for not killing Light tho!!

Huh I guess that’s the end of the show I thought Light would die but I did think we’d at least get to see him in Shinigami Purgatory or smth... what a wild ride. This certainly was a show.

[penzyroamin]

javid w/ enchanted or long live 🥺🥺🥺

olive... long live is in my top ten songs of all time.

BUT ENCHANTED IS IN MY TOP THREE SO WE’RE GOING WITH THAT!!!

this’ll be up on ao3 in a hot sec but y’all get it first! this is just. sweet first meetings and dumb flirty nonsense

warnings for some mentions of drinking and a mentioned hookup

this night is sparkling-- on ao3

It is the twenty-first birthday of one Katherine Plumber, and as such, half of Manhattan is hammered.

Jack, himself, is lingering in a pleasant tipsy state, just enough to make everyone around him look a little hotter but not enough to make him think he should make a move on any of them.

He is at, possibly, the most spectacular party he's ever seen-- fountains of champagne, fondue, and chocolate, a live band, three different bars, and a massive sculpture of Dolly Parton. All around him are socialites, fancy reporters, and his own brand of hooligan.

Katherine, the woman of the hour, is clearly wasted, licking salt off of Rafaela's wrist and trying to keep her fake eyelashes on.

If he needed, he could easily head out. Nobody would notice him being missing, after all, and he hasn't got much to stay for besides the free drinks and the bass thrumming through the floor.

But he's staying. He's still standing there amidst a mob of gyrating, Jaeger-slamming twenty-somethings, for some reason unknown even to him.

(He's staying for the hot guy by the Dolly statue. For him and him only.)

He maneuvers through the crowd to a table, keeping an eye on Mystery Guy the whole time, and picks up a china plate seemingly encrusted in gold. On it, he loads three cupcakes, a handful of Rich People Potato Chips, and a cookie, then scolds himself momentarily for falling into his pattern.

His pattern being, of course: go to glamorous party, see a gorgeous stranger, stress eat and prove himself entirely unalluring, leave the party alone.

Dodging a drunk political scientist, he succumbs to his fate and unwraps the first cupcake. He looks up and-- his mystery hot guy is gone.

Not his mystery hot guy. He has no claim to him. But Jack's totally stared at him for an hour and a half, he should have dibs.

"Hi."

Jack makes an undignified noise into his cupcake and spins on his heel. Ah. There's his hot guy.

Again, not his.

But he's standing right there, trying to talk to Jack, so maybe he's on to something here.

"Hey," he says, trying to make a plate of cupcakes seem less odd.

His hot guy smiles. "I'm Davey."

"Jack. You Katherine's friend?"

"Yeah, from college. Are you?"

"Yup. Been stuck with her since middle school."

That makes his hot guy-- Davey-- smile wider. He's got a nice smile, with one slightly crooked bottom tooth and sparkly gloss on his lips.

Jack offers up one of his cupcakes, and Davey takes it, removing the bottom half so he can make a cupcake sandwich.

"You're gay, aren't you?" Jack asks, and almost immediately regrets it when Davey quirks up one eyebrow.

"Yes…" 

Jack points at the cupcake sandwich. "That's just. Only the gays are smart enough."

Davey nods slowly, his brows furrowing. Jack is ninety-nine percent sure that this hot guy, who is gay, now thinks hes an awkward frat boy-ish ally.

"I am, too. Gay, that is. Not very smart."

The confusion vanishes from Davey's face, and he laughs. "Okay, then." He finishes off the cupcake and sticks the folded-up wrapper in his back pocket, then holds out a hand. "You wanna dance?"

Jack isn't sure what he does with his plate. It's either shattered somewhere or in the possession of a stoner. All he remembers is nodding and taking Davey's hand.

"I will warn you," Jack says, "I'm not a good dancer. Two left feet, y'know?"

"Better than four left feet," Davey says, and Jack snorts. 

"So at least I'm human, and not a Martian?"

"I feel like Saturn has more of a four feet vibe."

"It's a gas giant, you can't walk on it."

"Well," Davey says solemnly, "that's for the Saturn aliens to figure out." Jack laughs at that, and Davey grins, tugging on his hand. "C'mon."

They dance for fifteen straight songs, long enough that the tipsiness from the beginning of the party has faded away into an entirely different happiness. By song fifteen, they've migrated directly into each other's personal space, and Jack is giddy with all the noise and closeness and every freckle on Davey's face.

Their hands bumping together has turned to Davey's arm around Jack's shoulders, which has turned into the two of them face-to-face, holding each other like it's a slow dance and talking just loud enough so the other can hear them. 

Davey's a constitutional law student, he loves Stevie Nicks, he has a cat and two siblings. He's hilarious, in a dry, begrudging sort of way, and he was apparently notoriously quiet in elementary school.

He has three freckles, right in a cluster, under his right eye. His fingernails are painted gold, and he laughs when Jack says something funny but never when Jack insults himself.

"Don't tell me what to do," the singer onstage cries. "Don't tell me what to say."

Davey's arms are wrapped around Jack's waist, which normally makes him feel claustrophobic and uncomfortable but is ridiculously pleasant right now. Jack's hands are resting on the back of Davey's neck, and everything is just so… nice. 

There's a million people screaming along to the song, everyone but the two of them smells like booze, and Jack is doing all the things that normally make him want to crawl out of his own skin. But it's nice. Better than nice, really, Jack thinks this might be one of the best nights he's had in a while.

Davey's expression turns thoughtful, and Jack tilts his head to the side, making him smile.

"What's the look for?"

Davey sighs softly. "I was just wondering," he says, "if you would be furious at me for kissing you."

That hits Jack like a bolt of lightning, running down his spine until every part of his body feels warm and alive. “Not furious,” he manages, and one of Davey’s hands comes up to cradle the side of his face, his touch breathtakingly delicate. “The opposite, really.”

“Okay,” Davey murmurs. “That’s good.” Jack barely has time to laugh.

Davey leans down a little, and everything slides, ever so slightly, into place. The kiss is all at once gentle and firm, soft in the way Davey’s thumb rests on Jack’s cheek and rough in how he grabs onto Jack’s waist and pulls him closer. Jack clutches at Davey’s shirt and his hair, trying to stay grounded, and groans under his breath when Davey bites on his lip.

There’s a different song playing when they pull away from each other. They’re both breathing heavily, the glitter of Davey’s lip gloss is smeared all around his mouth, and when Jack wipes at his own jaw, his fingers come away glittery, too. He swipes his finger across Davey’s cheekbone, making him laugh. They fall silent for a moment, and Jack thinks.

He isn’t entirely used to this break in his pattern. It’s entirely different from people finding him hilarious when they’re all drunk, him forming a circle of new friends, but then heading home alone. And he isn’t sure what he wants out of tonight, but he knows none of it will happen surrounded by Katherine’s wasted friends and acquaintances. 

Before he manages to lose his nerve, he asks, “Do you wanna head to my place?”

Davey immediately looks relieved. “Oh my god, yes, please.”

They make their way there, the journey broken up by pauses for making out against the bar, in the coatroom, in the back of their taxi, in the elevator up to Jack’s apartment, and outside the door of Jack’s apartment before Jack finally forces the door open and lets them inside.

By then, he's decided exactly what he wants.

When Jack wakes up, Davey is already awake and scrolling on his phone. He turns it off when he sees Jack’s eyes open and smiles at him. “Hey. I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Thanks.” He leans forward and kisses Davey, much slower than last night, and Davey runs his thumb over Jack’s lips when they part.

“I actually have to leave,” he says. “I’ve got class at noon.” Jack waves his hand for him to go.

“Go be a lawyer.”

“Mm, law student.”

“Tomato, tomahto.”

Davey kisses him again. “I’ll leave my number on your counter, okay?”

Jack nods, and Davey smiles, getting up to collect his clothes from where they’re strewn across the floor and get dressed. Jack whistles when he bends down to tie his boots, and Davey rolls his eyes, coming back to kiss him nonetheless.

"Parting is such sweet sorrow," Jack says against his lips, and Davey pulls away.

"You know Shakespeare?"

Jack laughs. "Not really. Nerd."

"Shut up." Davey kisses him again.

When he leaves, Jack stays in bed for a while, smiling gleefully, and picks up his phone. He remembers muting it in the taxi, and laughs as his messages pop up.

Charlie: where r u there's cotton candy made of vodka

Charlie: we're putting dibs on sleeping spaces so u better show up or u have to sleep in the garden

Charlie: wheeerrrreee aaaaaarrrrrrreeee yyyyoooooouuuuu

Charlie: LMAOOOO i saw spot's snap ;))))))

Charlie: and on kathys.. he's hot congrats!

Charlie: i'll assume that's where u are. get some bro!!!!!

Charlie: CHECK RAF'S SNAP HAVE U BEEN A SECRET HOE THE WHOLE TIME

Jack raises his eyebrows and goes to see what had happened, a sigh brewing in his chest. 

And.. yes. There it is.

He generally doesn't like having pictures taken of him. It's such a permanent act, something that can be there forever proving everything he thinks about himself correct. An everlasting piece of evidence that he's right. 

But none of that shows here. He doesn't look sad, or tired, or too short, or too big. He looks like he belongs in his skin. He looks like he enjoys his day-to-day. 

Also, Davey looks really into him. Which is implied by his tongue in Jack's mouth, but they look happy. They look like they fit together, like they've known each other for so much longer than that night.

In Katherine's picture, Davey has his fingers curled in Jack's belt loops, pulling him closer. They're smiling against each other's lips.

In Rafaela's, it is... significantly less sweet. Jack's pinned against the wall, Davey's hand is up his shirt, and Jack has to close it quickly before he starts thinking too much.

Okay. Okay, so Jack can never bring Davey out with his friends for fear of torment. Cool.

There's a little warm feeling in his chest, a brand-new rightness, that all of what had happened was how it was supposed to be. The way Davey looks in those pictures, like Jack is exactly what he wants, and the way every quick remark and joke and tease fit together and made sense-- he doesn't think he'll ever stop smiling.

His chest aches for a second. God, he needs Davey to feel the same way. He wants those private, gleeful smiles for himself and himself alone.

Please, God, don't let Davey want someone else.

It's been one night, he reminds himself, roughly fifteen hours. He takes a deep breath, remembers the way Davey's laugh borders on a cackle, and feels the tightness in his shoulders loosen.

He drags himself out of bed to the kitchen, and smiles at the receipt Davey's scribbled his number on. Davey must've brought the newspaper in and put the coffee on, and Jack scans over the entertainment section while he waits for his cup to cool down to drinking temperature.

After a while, the door phone buzzes, and Jack answers, confused. "Hey?"

"Yeah, I got a food delivery for Jack?"

He blinks and buzzes them in. "Uh, yeah, come on up."

It's entirely possible he might be murdered, but he also wants food.

After a minute or so, there's a knock on the door. Jack trades the brown paper bag for a cash tip, and the delivery person nods. "There's a note in there. I ain't gonna read it for you."

"Thanks."

They nod again and leave. Jack shuts the door and sets the bag down on his table, unpacking his bounty: golden waffles, little cups of whipped cream and syrup, and berries. The note is at the bottom of the bag, and Jack laughs in disbelief when he reads it.

Normally I'd make you breakfast. This is hopefully tastier than what I could've done. Text me sometime soon, don't wait three days to seem cool, please. 

"Of the very instant that I saw you, Did my heart fly to your service." -The Tempest

-Davey

Jack is going to marry this guy. He's decided. He's going to marry Davey whatever-his-last-name-is. 

To Charlie: so if a guy orders u breakfast how slutty should the thank u selfie be

She responds immediately, god bless her.

Charlie: babe that's up to the vibe

Charlie: also he sounds so sweet congrats!!! was the night good

To Charlie: very good.

Charlie: if it were ME it would be a titty out kinda look but you're you

To Charlie: thank u xx i will not be taking that advice

It takes him five minutes to get an appropriately goofy selfie without looking like a damn fool, and also still seeming kind of alluring and hot.

He texts with one hand while eating, not wanting the waffle to cool down any more, and debates for a while on the caption before finally going to google.

To Davey: img736.jpg

To Davey: "For where thou art, there is the world itself, And where thou art not, desolation"

To Davey: - Henry VI, i think?

Davey: going into the HISTORIES, I see

Davey: btw you're breathtaking. enjoy your breakfast!

Jack's a wreck for the rest of the day.

[the-writer-ofthe-fandoms]

Something Strange (Doctor Who/Stranger Things) (Part 1)

Words: 1.2k+ A/N: HELLO YES ANOTHER CROSSOVER READER INSERT Idk why this popped into my head but i have had nothing but crossover come into my mind and i needed to write this down lmaoooo

"She just needs some repairs and we can go off an explore." You heard the Doctor shout from under the console of the TARDIS.

"I was thinking of exploring Ancient Rome, I want to try the ancient bread." Youp replied, swinging your feet back and forth. You were sitting at the door if the TARDIS, watching the stars as the Doctors ship floated peacefully through space.

"Out of all the things you can do in Ancient Rome you want to try bread?"

"Yeah why not?"

"You're a funny one, (Y/N)." You hear the alien laugh, making you smile. You and the Doctor were an interesting duo. He had crossed paths with you in your home city after some aliens decided to wreck havoc. You were able to save his ass and when the aliens were gone he asked you to join him. You saw so many things on your travels, things you only dreamed about seeing. Him and you were thick as thieves.

"You almost done Doctor?"

"Almost! I just need to tweek one more-"

You were sent flying back as the TARDIS tilted, it had its doors slam shut. The TARDIS straightened out enough, only for you and the Doctor to grab onto the control panel before it tilted wildly again. You held on with all your might, watching the Doctor desperately try to do something to stop this flight.

"What the hell is happening?!" You shouted as loud as you could to be heard over the loud sound the TARDIS makes.

"I have no bloody idea! I think she wants to take us somewhere. Hold on!" The Timelord twisted a nob and pulled a lever, the ship lurched forward. You felt like the air was knocked out of you as your torso hit the metal. You heard the Doctor pull one last level and the TARDIS lurched once more, sending you both to the floor.

"What the hell..." You moaned in pain, clutching your head. You sit up from the ground but the Doctor was a head of you, already jumping to his feet to see where the TARDIS brought us.

His brows furrowed in confusion. "Hawkins, Indiana 1983... Why this town and why this year?"

"Well we will have to go and find out, don't we?" You grinned and the Doctor smiled.

"Allons-y! As I like to say!" He helped you off the floor and took hold of your hand. He pushed the door open and you both were greeted with a forest. You both carefully step out of the TARDIS, glancing around.

"Huh just a forest-"

"Something's not right."

"What? What is it? How can you tell?"

"I don't know what it is, but there is something different and not a good different. I can just feel it." The Doctor pulled out his sonic screw driver and turned it on. He walked forwards, slowly scanning the air left to right. You watched him intensely, noticing his eyebrows furrowed as he stepped carefully. You turn around and make sure to lock the TARDIS before joining the Doctor.

You both venture farther into the woods. Although you didn't know what was up, you felt subtle anxiety creep into your chest. You kept your eyes peeled for any sign of danger. Everything seemed ordinary, except for that the direction you were walking in made the sonic screwdrive light up bright and sound louder.

"WILL!" Yours and the Doctors heads perked up to the yelling in the distance; it seems to be coming in front of you.

The Doctor gave you a look that read 'want to go investigate' with a head tilt in that direction.

You replied with a look of your own that read 'I don't know, why not' and a shrug. You both gave a nod and continued forward, with the sonic screw driver put away. You almost laugh at how well you two could silently communicate. Regardless, you both followed the yelling as it got louder. You then noticed there were two, distinc voices: one male sounding and one female. You noticed in the corner of your eye the Doctor pull something out of his suit, assumably the psychic paper.

The two people yelling soon came into view in a clearing, next to a hand-made looking hut. Obviously your arrival made the pair stare at you both wide eyed and mouths agape.

"Who-Who are you?" The woman stuttered, the teen boy wit her look like he was ready to fight.

"Hello, uh we are lost." The Doctor smiled. "Been traveling all day from England and wanted to walk through the woods to stretch our legs. We got turned around."

"O-Oh." She replied, biting her lip. She then pulled out an unevenly folded paper from her coat pocket. She hastily unfolded it amd handed it to you since you were closer to her. "Have you seen this boy in the woods at all?"

You inspected the paper, your messy haired partner leaning over too look. There was a picture of a young boy with the name Will Byers and contact information at the bottom. "We haven't come across anyone while walking. I'm sorry."

"Oh what are we going to do, Jonathan." The woman cried and turned away from us. Jonathan wrapped the woman in his arms, quietly shushing her.

"Its okay, we will find him." He spoke softly, though loud enough for the two of you to hear. It was safe to assume they were a family and Will was the womans child.

"We are uh, investigators in England we may be able to help." The Doctor then pulled out his psychic paper and showed it to them. "My parnter her left theirs in their luggage."

"R-really?!" They both looked at each other and back at you and The Doctor.

"We best find our way back now, I assume to just call the number on the flyer?"

"Yea, and my name is Joyce Byers by the way and this is my oldest Jonathan." He awkwardly waved.

"Well I am (Y/N) and this is..." You motioned to the alien.

"Right, I am The Doctor."

"Doctor who?" Jonathan asked the signature question.

"Oh, just The Doctor."

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"I have a feeling that William Byers has something to do with whatever made the TARDIS want to come here." The Doctor said while you both walked towards where the Blue Box landed.

You nodded, "No doubt, your screwdriver was leading us to that clearing... Or to that family."

Your ears perked at the sound of distant young voices, pretty much in the direction of the TARDIS. This couldn't be good... You slowed down your walking and allowed The Doctor to take the lead, his sonic screwdriver out and ready.

"Dude why won't it open!" You heard a young boys voice yell with some struggle.

"I don't know Lucas but keep trying!" A lisped voice replied and then grunted.

You and the Doctor saw the Police Box and with their backs facing you both, you saw three young boys trying to break into the TARDIS.

"What do you boys think you are doing?" The Doctor questioned with a stern voice and raised brow. The three spun on there heels, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. One was a lanky boy with dark hair surrounding his face, the other boy was African-American and also fairly lanky, and the third boy had a mop of brown curls that were covered by a hat.

It was like a stand off between you and The Doctor, and the three kids. No one moving, no one seemingly blinking.

[chloca-cola]

Imagine you the player fall in any game (ffxv,resident evil,and devil may cry) and you being the main character.

Ok, this one struck my fancy because it's a different ask. I ended up getting slightly carried away with it lmaoooo I may have the actually end up weiting a series about this one! I hope you like it nonny! I also only used Resident Evil at this time Haha

TW: Awkwardness mainly lmao

Word count: 917

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"Ok!" You exclaim as you walk into your living room, flopping down on your couch after a long grueling day at work. "Time to play Resident Evil 6!" You shrugged out of your light jacket as your Playstation 4 booted up, excited to delve back into the game again.

You didn't expect it to be a literal sense of the phrase, you don't know how or even why you actually delved into the game. Landing face first in the middle of a road in Lanshiang, you groan loudly.

"What the fuck?" Is your first real sentence after incoherent groaning, and you try to sit up only to have your elbow grabbed and you were then yanked to a standing position.

"Are you ok, that was a hell of a fall." You freeze, you recognize that voice. Leon had a hold on you and you felt yourself blushing as you turn to look up at him.

"What the fuuuuck?" You breath out again in even more disbelief, looking about your person, and Leon looked over at Helena, who shrugged in response.

"He asked you a question." Helena pointed out to you and you shake your head, you didn't need them thinking you're infected or something. Now that you're in this game, would you cease to exist anymore if you die in here?

"Yeah, no, I'm fine. Just a little dazed is all." You ramble out, even though your confusion had not waned, at least the pain from the fall was. How in the hell were you supposed to get out of here when you don't even know how you got here?

Asleep! You must be asleep and this is just some kind of overworked stress induced dream that you're having. That made more sense than you somehow just falling into the lap of this game.

You slap yourself on the forehead at your revelation. All you had to do was force yourself to wake up. You broke free of Leon's grasp, closing your eyes hard, trying to will yourself to wake up.

"Come on, you can do this. You've taken yourself from nightmares before. You're not really here with Leon and Helena." You mumbled to yourself, while shaking your arms and rotating your neck and relaxing your shoulders.

"Hey, how do you know our names?" Leon asked, shit...you waking yourself didn't work and now you have to explain yourself. You open your eyes to see them both eyeing you cautiously, as if you're an espace mental patient. Why not just bite the bullet at this point?

"You guys… are video game characters?" You begin, grinning, shrugging your shoulders animatedly and laughing nervously. "This is actually the 6th installment of this series?" You look at Leon. "You're my favorite character actually." You admit much to your chagrin, and your cheeks heated because of it.

The duo looked at you as if you lost your mind before looking at each other for help, but neither knew what to say in response.

"And like, I dunno how I got here, and I don't know if we gotta beat the game for me to leave. I don't know if I'll die in real life if I die in here. I'm just as confused as you two." You prattle on, flailing your arms around as your distress rose in your body. "I dunno if I'm dreaming, I just...dunno!" You finally shout and Leon hisses at you to be quiet and you slap your hands over your mouth. "Sorry." You hiss back at him and he sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"Well, in your...state, I don't feel right just leaving you here."

"Leon, she'll just slow us down!" Helena stated, and you felt a tinge of hurt from her words, even though you knew it was probably true. You had never played this game for anything other than entertainment, so it's not like you're a good shot. Hey, maybe you actually get like character stats now that you're in the game, you thought to yourself hopefully before padding around on your body to in fact find you have a handgun in your possession.

You hold up the firearm triumphantly, as if it were the holy grail, suddenly feeling a slight bit more badass than helpless.

"Let's kick some zombie ass!" You puffed out your chest and began walking away from them with a determined stride.

"Uh. We're going this way." Leon called out to you and you did an about face, pointing in the new direction.

"Kicking zombie ass this way!" You walk passed then and Helena looked up at Leon.

"You think she's stable? Seems a little disillusioned."

"A little? She thinks this is a video game. Could just be her way of coping with this though." He offered as they began to follow you.

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It was a long hard battle, but you did manage to beat the game. You couldn't believe you actually survived this ordeal, it's much scarier than just sitting on your couch and playing. 

"Thanks for your help." Leon patted you on your back as you were doubled over, hands on your knees sucking in lungfuls of air. You straightened up, still panting, waving a hand dismissively, as if you aren't completely wiped out.

"Hey man, no big deal. It was nothing!" You lied through your huffs of air, laughing it off. 

Now it was just time to figure out how you were going to get out of here, before you somehow jump to Resident Evil 7.

[taurusjaehyun]

change // j.jh

♦️ Pairing: jaehyun x fem reader

♦️ Other Members/ Characters: Yeri from Red Velvet, Haerin (oc), Taeyong [mentioned], Johnny and his wife, Saera (oc) [mentioned]

♦️ Genre: angst, single dad jaehyun, bff au, unrequited love au

♦️ Warnings: grab a tissue ig?? Also, mentions of bisexual Jaehyun

♦️ Word count: 2,601

♦️ Story: You’ve known Jung Jaehyun for all of his life and you did everything together until you were older. After his girlfriend had left him and their new born baby alone in college, it was only natural you’d take the role of his daughter’s mother, like how he said he was the father of your son, Clark, a chow-chow, growing up. You’ve been playing house for years now but he’s starting to change and you don’t know what to feel about it.

 Note: I’m uploading everything I’ve written since forever before I write new ones so I can fill up this blog with scenarios. Also, for some reason, I was hooked on writing with babies and children in stories years ago LMAOOOO so yeah, the last scenario I posted was Jaehyun with an unknown daughter lol Anyways, tell me what u think after. I don’t bite and I’d like to be friends! 

You should have known when the ‘signs’ started to show almost 3 months ago. He was more distant, less focused when you were having conversations. He became distracted and closed up until it went to him completely not saying things he always used to say. The skin ship was less to none, the banter wasn't there, the affection was declining, and the warmth in his eyes was getting running out. In a blink of an eye, the person you knew for years wasn't there anymore.

 He was slowly turning different.

 It became worse when he'd often sleep out without telling you and returning home early in the morning for appearances sake for Haerin. If he did stay, he would sleep beside Haerin. Well, before, he would sleep beside Haerin but then he'd start to sleep in the living room, leaving just as soon Haerin left for school. You barely made conversation then. Video calls and phone calls were close to none and texts were scarce.

 But to his credit, he was still an amazing father to Haerin. He often took Haerin out, excluding you but it was understandable because you were also very busy because you started to work on personal cases that took more of your time than usual. It was a career step but you made sure to do everything for Jaehyun and Haerin. Upon seeing that Jaehyun was becoming distant, you had worked on becoming closer to him but he seemed to shut you out. You'd cook his favorite food, buy his favorite snacks, play his favorite songs and did whatever you knew would please him, even going as far as letting him 'suck' on your boobs which was his favorite. He used the same joking tone you used on him but he rejected you, laughing.

 And the reason was, he finally let you meet her: Yeri.

 You first met her when he decided to take you out to a fancy dinner. It hadn’t happened in a long time. Jaehyun had texted you saying that you were going to have dinner somewhere fancy so he asked you to dress up. You were so excited that a permanent smile was etched on your face after he had texted you. Haerin was also happy, knowing that you, her Mom was happy.

 You had dropped Haerin off at Johnny and Saera's place for the mean time. You were so happy and excited that your uber driver even told you and complimented you. You had started to chat with the old man until you reached the hotel with Jaehyun at the entrance, waiting for you. Jaehyun gave you a brief and awkward hug but you paid no mind, wanting to make this a good memory. You wanted to say you missed him since it had been a while since you actually had a proper conversation together.

 The bliss you felt in his company was quickly replaced with disappointment when she had shown up. Yeri was beautiful. She was definitely one of the most beautiful women he’d let you meet throughout the years (all the girls he dated were gorgeous anyways). She had white, milky, smooth skin, big boobs, a cute smile, twinkling eyes and everything that he described when you had asked his type back in the days. Yeri was literally the woman of his dreams.

 But then you also remembered that back then, he had dismissed the thought of dating. Even as far as saying that you would have to stay with them until Haerin was 30. Only then, he would settle down with a woman. It was such a vivid memory embedded in your brain. You comforted yourself by those thoughts, knowing he would keep his word like he always did.

 You felt a pang in your chest when Jaehyun had introduced Yeri as his girlfriend. Yeri then introduced herself to you and her first impression was excellent. It was obvious why Jaehyun fell for her, honestly. She was intelligent, born into a rich and prominent family, beautiful and practically perfect in every way. She was classy, her speaking voice was even beautiful, her words were tasteful, her laugh was flowy and melodious, a great contrast to your dog like barking laughter that Jaehyun was probably sick of hearing. Yeri was practically perfect in every way. And looking at the way Jaehyun looked at her, you could clearly see that he adored her because that was how he looked at Haerin.

 You admittedly couldn't join in their conversation. Even if you wanted to share your thoughts, it was like whatever you’d say wouldn't matter so you found yourself speaking when you were was being spoken to, which was totally unlike you. But of course, Jaehyun didn’t notice, as he was too deep into Yeri’s gaze.

 "You've been friends with Jaehyun for so long! Tell me more about him, please. I'd love to know more about my boyfriend from another person's perspective." Jaehyun looked embarrassed but he let Yeri do whatever to himself.

 You had told Yeri everything you thought she wanted to hear, of course but tweaking some things that you knew Jaehyun didn't want to be known, more specifically the negative things. In return, Jaehyun gave you a thankful smile after in which you gratefully accepted.

 Dinner was cut short since Yeri was to meet with her parents so she had to be picked up by her chauffer so Jaehyun had no choice but to take you home. You had sensed it so you told him you were doing an errand do you had to go home, but Jaehyun insisted he drives you home since you live in the same house anyways.

 "Just drop me off at Johnny and Saera’s." You spoke as you watched the rain drops slide on the car window. It had started raining a little after you left the hotel. It was still early and you were barely half an hour in your dinner when Yeri had to leave. It felt like forever, though.

 Yeri had given you her number, insisting that you contact her so you can both hang out soon because according to her, Jaehyun’s friends were her friends too, and especially that you’re Jaehyun’s best friend since forever. Somehow, you were relieved to meet Yeri because the more you wrapped your head around the idea of Jaehyun and Yeri together, the more it made sense. They were perfect for each other.

 “Y/n?”

 “Huh?” She didn’t realize he had been talking to her the entire time.

 “I said, let’s not tell Haerin about me and Yeri yet. I don’t want her to be shocked. But, Yeri already wants to meet Haerin. She loves kids!”

 You nodded, glancing at him before looking straight ahead. Wow. She even loves kids. No wonder Jaehyun fell hard. “I’m happy for you, Jae.” You spoke almost too tenderly. It was sincere. You were happy for him because you’ve always thought love was something to be celebrated and Jaehyun looked very much in love with her earlier. You wanted to get mad and express you jealousy but you knew your place. You were just a friend. You meant nothing more than a friend. “She’s an amazing woman. I was kind of intimidated, to be honest. She’s perfect, huh?”

 Jaehyun chuckled, “yeah! Honestly, she kind of intimidated me too. I had the biggest crush on her then and I never thought she’d notice me… But now… I can’t believe she’s mine, y/n. It’s like she came from a dream. It’s like… there’s a bright light around her and she always somehow makes everything brighter. She’s like the sun, y/n. I’ve never felt this strongly for anyone before.”

 You smiled, touched by his words. You never knew he could get poetic but no matter how beautiful his words were, they felt like big, sharp rocks being thrown at you. You knew you couldn’t fight against Yeri if you tried. “You deserve each other, Jaehyun. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you this happy with anyone. I’m happy she makes you feel that way.” I wish I was her, you thought.

 Jaehyun hadn’t talked and opened up to you in so long but honestly, you didn’t wanna hear anything he was saying. His words were too painful. Too raw. And you wanted nothing but to cry and maybe then, if he saw you cry for him, he’d realize you’ve always been the one for him.

 By now, you knew every detail of how they met, how he felt and how he stayed over at her place, how they bonded over things they liked in common, how they liked the same food, how great the sex was and what not. He also told you about how Yeri doesn’t know about his bisexuality and Taeyong. Yeri was a bit of a conservative, according to him, and she was apparently raised by a conservative family. For Yeri, he was this perfect straight male. He never smoked around her too.

 Halfway to the drive, you had pretended to be asleep but ended up falling asleep for real. When you woke up, you were already at home. You immediately unbuckled your seat belt as soon as the car rolled up by the the gate. You were about to open the door of the car when Jaehyun had stopped you.

 “You’re not sleeping over at Yeri’s?” You asked, confused.

 “No. I haven’t been home in a while and I missed you. Let’s just get Haerin tomorrow.”

As soon as you got in, Jaehyun headed to your shared bedroom and dropped himself on the bed, sighing contently. The look of bliss on his face made you jealous. You announced you were gonna take a shower and quickly made your way to the bathroom to take a quick cold shower so you could sleep. You were too tired to think and frankly, you just wanted to sleep to avoid the throbbing pain in your chest and avoid anymore conversation.

 You reached behind your back to pull down the zipper of your dress but failed so you tried again with your other hand but ended up failing again. You tried and tried but you couldn’t reach it so you had no choice but to ask Jaehyun for help. You walked out the bathroom and padded over to Jaehyun’s side of the bed where he was already settled in, “Jae. Help. Please.” Jaehyun grinned before you spun around quickly facing away from him, trying to regulate your quickening heart beat. Damn him and his smile.

 You finally felt your dress being loose and eventually, Jaehyun was trying to pull down your dress, but you weren’t wearing a bra so you pushed it up and ran over to the bathroom, holding the front of the dress to your chest as if he hasn’t seen your boobs before.

 “Nothing I haven’t seen before, y/n!” Jaehyun laughed as he walked over to the bathroom, catching you in your bathrobe as you removed your make-up for tonight which you spent hours on, to be honest.

 You frowned as you watched his happy expression from the mirror as you scrubbed your face.

 Jaehyun also started to wash his face then brush his teeth. You noticed that he had a scar on his cheek so you reached over and ran the pad of your thumb over it. For a moment, it felt like the old times. “Yeri doesn’t like the scruff, so I got cut when I was trying to shave.”

 You had always been the one to shave his face because stupidly enough, he always manages to hurt himself like now. You clicked your tongue and grabbed the first aid kit. “Put this on after you wash your face.” You handed him a heart patterned band-aid that Haerin chose (for the design, of course) from the cupboard from under the sink.

 Jaehyun smiled, drying his face with a towel as he watched you clean off your make-up with precision, as always. He’d seen this routine for years and he’d suddenly appreciated how you’d always done it regardless if you were too tired, or too drunk, especially back in uni after attending those frat parties his frat threw every weekend. “You know, I’m glad I introduced to Yeri. And I’m even more glad you like her.”

You looked at him as you scrubbed you face with facial foam. His face was filled with warmth and emotion. It was so obvious how he was so happy. It kind of hurt, honestly. You gave him a smile and faced yourself in the mirror, fingers unconsciously scrubbing harder.

 “You’ve taken care of Haerin for almost all her life and if there was one person who could say if someone would be good with Haerin in the future, that would be you. I mean, I’m not talking about marriage yet but I want her to be a mother figure for my daughter, too.”

 You felt your chest tighten at his words. You’ve always been just his best friend and his daughter’s Aunt. No matter what Haerin called you, you would never be Haerin’s mother. You hissed as you washed the soap off your face, realizing your face had turned red from the hardness of your scrubbing.

 “Do you think Haerin would like her?” Jaehyun asks, pure excitement evident in his face and voice.

 You chuckled, trying to make it look natural. “I mean, I’m not Haerin so I’m not really sure but she won’t dislike her for sure.” It was true. You didn’t know how Haerin would react but Haerin wasn’t a spiteful child albeit a little shy to strangers but it was no doubt she and Yeri will get close soon. “Wait, I have to poop so can you get out?” You chuckled in which Jaehyun laughed at, teasing you as he came out.

 In reality, you sat on the toilet, thinking about how Haerin would react if you’d have to leave when Yeri and Jaehyun become serious. Was it better that you let Haerin and Yeri spend more time together so the parting between you and Haerin would be easy? The thought left a bitter taste in your mouth that it made you feel like you wanted to throw up but even if you wanted to, nothing would come out.

 After your shower, you had dressed in an old t-shirt and and shorts, not your usual sleepwear which comprised of Jaehyun’s shirt and boxers. Jaehyun was already on his side of the bed, looking fast asleep. It would be weird to sleep next to him so you decided to sleep in Haerin’s room instead. But before you could pass the bed, Jaehyun was already awake, asking where you were going and why you weren’t in bed with him despite you saying you were sleepy. Of course, you didn’t want to make it awkward so you played it cool and laid on your side of the bed, facing away from Jaehyun.

 Feeling drained, you closed her eyes and let yourself be succumbed to sleep. But before you could, Jaehyun had pulled you back in his arms, spooning you, like he always did, and kissed the nape of your neck before burying his face on the curve of your neck. “Thank you for everything, y/n. Thank you for taking care of Haerin all these years. Thank you for being the best friend anyone could ever have.”

 Sleep never came after that. It was only when you knew Jaehyun was asleep, was when the tears you didn’t know you were holding, started to fall.

 You needed to change, too. it was better this way.

Here’s a drabble for the story featuring Jaehyun and Haerin.

[schmicofix-blog]

SOOO I saw this sweater and it like instantly triggered a ficlet lmaoooo.

“Why…would you buy that?” Levi’s eyes were like saucers from the shock of seeing his name in foot long letters across his boyfriend’s chest. “And did my mom let you in?”

“Yeah she let me in after lunch and I didn’t. It was a gift,” Nico turned back to the medical journal he was reading on Levi’s couch in the basement.

“From who??” Levi sat beside him to get a closer look though he didn’t really need one as the lettering could be seen from blocks away.

“Your mom,” Nico’s carefree answer was troubling to Levi who was growing more confused as the details began to emerge.

“My mom??? Why is my mom buying you sweaters with my name on them?” Levi plucked at the shoulder of the sweater trying to determine if he was horrified…or if deep down he loved it.

Nico put down the journal, conceding that his reading was done, “She called me and said she was bored and when we went shopping together I pointed it out and said ‘that looks like it was made for me’. It was a joke but next thing I know she disappears and I have a shopping bag being shoved in my face.”

“WHAT?! She called you? Shopping? When did you both exchange numbers? Where was I? Shopping??” Levi was amazed…no horrified…no anxious at the development happening seemingly behind the scenes.

“What’s the big deal? You know……I think your mom and I might be best friends. She even gave me the recipe for her chicken noodle soup so I can have it any time I want. She said she wouldn’t even give it to you.” Nico had a smug look on his face as he relayed the information.

“My mom and boyfriend are best friends…” Levi repeated, leaning back in the sofa trying to disappear into the void.

Nico leaned over Levi, towering above him, “Jealous?” he smirked as he let his lips lightly graze his boyfriend’s.

“No,” Levi wrapped his arms around Nico’s neck to draw him in closer, “Just…invite me next time. I like the mall too.”

Nico bent down and kissed him til he was breathless and quivering beneath him, “But then how am I supposed to find out that at summer camp when you were 13 you thought you saw a raccoon and were so scared you hid behind a tree that ended up covered in poison ivy?”

“I knew it! I knew you were both talking about me!!! And it turned out to not even be a raccoon it was just an outdoor trash can,” Levi was slightly blushed from embarrassment as Nico buried his head in his chest to help stifle his laughter. “I had to take oatmeal baths everyday. Now I can’t even smell oatmeal without wanting to gag.”

“How did you possibly mistake a trashcan for a raccoon?” Nico smiled into a gentle kiss.

“It’s easier than you think. I was scared of everything and eventually mom came to get me early because she was scared that I was scared,” Levi ran his finger along Nico’s jawline. “Next time let me go too….or at least bring me back a pretzel!”

Levi playfully hit Nico’s chest who smiled brightly and reached into his bag that was sitting beside them, “You mean a salted pretzel like this?” He uncovered the pretzel and let Levi up from under him so he could eat his snack happily. He ran his fingers through his boyfriend’s soft brown hair tracing the loose curls.

“I think your mom bought this same sweater for herself,” Nico confessed.

Levi choked on a bite, “Oh my god.”

[livelovelaug-h]

Harder

Warning - it's gonna seem sexual but like April fool's. LMAOOOO you'll see.

Dean x reader

A/n- This is for @butiaintgonnaloveem Tiff’s WTF*ck Challenge. My line will be in bold. My line: "Harder is not a good safe word" thanks for letting me participate!! Sorry for taking so long.

Nachzehrer- ghoul like vampire creature. (German). Also all spelling mistakes are mine.

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You and the winchesters have been doing cases one after the another after the another. And the worst part is your barely getting any sleep which means everyone is pretty cranky or on edge.

"hey can we stop and get some coffee?"

"yeah already heading there"

You guys got your coffee and sat at a booth. You just didn't know what creature it was this time, they were barely any leads.

You spoke up first "so who do we interview?"

"well the reports it says "there were graves that were undug and new bodies that were put down there had half their flesh ripped off. Then three nights before that there was a girl found in a dumpster that had her hesrt ripped out." Sam says.

"then the girls family?" You asked looking at Dean.

"yep. Let's go"

You interviewed the family and you found out that the girl started hanging out with a new friend two weeks ago, that seemed like trouble her mom said so now you have to find this guy. Also the day she died she went to a party with a few friends. You spoke up to Dean

"I don't really think it's that guy though all parents say that about girls friends or boyfriends."

"well doesn't hurt to check".

"Let's split up. You and sam go talk to the friends. and ill go talk to the Sheriff's and go to the graveyard, see if you can find any clues."

"okay, be careful please." You said and Sam ans you went to go steal a car and talk to her friend carrie.

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"Thanks for letting us come in" you say.

"yeah no problem. So what would you like guys like to know?"

"do you know that guy that she was hanging out with by any chance?"

"are you talking about mace? The guy she met two weeks ago?"

"yeah him. Do you know where we can reach him by any chance"

"um no he said he just moved here and we never really hit it off so I never got his phone number".

"Oh alright".

~~~~~~~

The next friend - jamie-

"do you know where we can reach the guy by any chance that she met two weeks ago?"

"no. She didn't really ever ask to text or anything. He was new to town but he seemed weird."

Ofc. She didn't have it 😐

Well after interviewing the next friends and getting no where becuz no one had his number, you all decided to met Dean at a bar.

"did you find anything at the graveyard" you asked Dean.

"nope. nada"

"ugh this case is a dead-end."

You guys were sitting on barstools; it was Sam, Dean and then you on the end. A girl came up and sat right next to you.

"hey" she said. "hey"

"strange little town ain't it?"

"yeah it is"

"there's been like a strange vampire or creature thing happening here." She says and laughs.

"yeah.... Haha" you look over towards Dean he looks just as confused. " Do you believe in Vampires?"

"uh not really but its like the only explanation for this stuff. But idk I think it might be that new guy in town"

"new guy?" Dean asked.

"yeah his name is Josh. He hung out with the girl who died but it probably was just all coincidental. I think it's her other friend Alex. He was always started drama and he was so jealous of her."

"Probably. Do you happen to know where he is?" You asked her because she was mainly focusing on you; which was strange considering dean and Sam the two hottest guys sitting there RIGHT next to her. Just then a guy walks over to her hugging her and quickly kisses her lip. Ah maybe that's why she didn't look....

"what ya guys talking about?" He asks.

"you know that new guy in town Josh? Well they I was telling them about him. Do you mind showing her where he works?" She asked him all sweetly.

"yeah sure thing sweetheart".

"I'll show u guys the other guy"

"woah i wanna go with her" dean said. you looked at Dean & then the girls face she spoke up: "it's okay she'll be fine my husband is very protective". Her husband smiled big at you.

"Okay.... Wait.." dean came over and gave you a hug and whispered in your ear. "Remember the safeword".

"yeah. I love you too dean" you said and pulled away trying not to look suspicious.

You got in the car with the guy and it was pretty awkward since you didn't know him. You started asking him questions like how did him and his wife meet etc. He was a pretty nice dude. You got to the place the guy worked at and he said he was friends with him so you guys could go through the back door. Only problem was it was very dark in the back and there was an alley next to it; since Dean wasn't there you didn't really feel well protected.

You were looking down when he was just about to open the door when you felt someone head butt you and push you into the wall. Mad your head get all fuzzy. "

"You freaking Hunters weren't supposed to find us"

"yeah well we did so-". Next thing you know your world went black.

You woke up and of course you were tied to a chair. So you started working on getting out.

You didn't even notice it until he said it.

"oh so you're gonna be awake for this feeding"

You looked down at your side and saw blood oozing out not a time because it was slowing down.. you wondered how long you been out for.

"leave me alone"

Just then his wife comes in.

"I'll be back just give us a minute. you sit tight"

HA! You mocked him. You actually caught the one Rope free from your hands and started working on the other hand. It's been about 5 minutes and you got loose. you knew he would be back soon so you ran down the long hallway of where you were. You were completely out of breath when you hide behind a wall and heard your phone ringing.

You were huffing "h-h-hello?" It was dean thank God.

"Y/n? Where have you guys been?"

"..w- wh- with - that guy-...

"what are you guys doing? are you guys....?"

Before you could answer the guy grabbed your throat. You remember you could say the safe word. He was squeezing your throat so hard

So you moaned out "harder".

it sounded like you moaned In pleasure and Dean saw red and thought you were cheating on him. He told Sam to find your location and off they went to go find you.

When they went in it was dark and empty like no one was there. But then Dean saw you tied in a chair. He felt really guilty how could he think you cheated on him? I mean those sounds just sounded so real.... Like sex.... But rn he has to focus on getting you out of there alive. How could he not remember the safe word. You guys just made it this morning.

He saw your neck and side all bloodied

"well well well back to see the rest of the show?"

"let her go"

"she's almost finished though"

Dean heard a growl behide him and turned around punching whatever was behide him. He stabbed the vampire in neck with a small wooden steak. Then the wife from earlier comes charging at Dean and the guy starts fighting with Sam. He bites Sam a little but Sam and Dean both defeat the two Nachzehrer's. Their main concern is getting you home and untied.

"Y/n hey, hey wake up". You didn't answer. Dean cut your ropes and carried you to the impale the whole time praying to Cas.

Sam started driving to the bunker and you finally opened your eyes.

"hey"

"Hey there. How ya feeling?"

"I've been better"

"yeah you scared me. I thought you cheated on me and I saw you were bleeding. Harder is not a good safe word."

"Its not. And why did you think I cheated on you?"

"well you guys were gone for awhile and then you were out a breath and then you moaned harder what am I supposed to think?"

"Hahahaha. That's cute I love you too much I wouldn't cheat on you. but I moaned it because he was squeezing my throat"

"yeah I get that now. I'm sorry I love you too. From now on our safe word is----"

"spaghetti!" You said.

"yeah okay your back to normal" dean said and gave you a kiss on the lips.

The end!!

[tellywoodtrash]

ishqbaaz 31.07.18 lb

TL;DR: remember when we thought the forced wedding in 2016 was THE WORST it could possibly get? ahahahaha NO. kudos to harneet for topping that!

his obsession with her ghoongat is both perplexing and hilarious.

so... surbhi had a scene where she bites nakuul, and still SHE'S the one who ended up with bruises??????? HOW? it's so much easier to fucking control your hands and the pressure they exert than with your mouth? I AM CONFUSION *tapping the screen* AMERICA EXBLAINNNNNN

what is this chachi's damage? no really, is there any kinda backstory to this hatred she has for anika ya bas ainvayi????

GAURI I SWEAR TO GOD JUST SLAP HER SHE DESERVES IT

RUN ANIKA FUCKING RUNNNNNNNNNNNNN

ohhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk. [psycho violin screech.mp3]

ok he's scaring me with how still and unblinking he is. he really is.

YIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKES OK THIS IS THE MOSTTTTTT SHIVAAY HAS SCARED ME AFTER THE ORIGINAL FORCED WEDDING

he has gauri's number on speed dial? jijuuuuuu moves faaaaast. 

"satyanaaaaaash. pehle toh badi gayab thi, ab toh choti bhi bhaag gayi."

lmaoooo this chachi is so OTT.

dang my chest realllllly hurts for anika. it really really hurts. 

oh no. trigger word. “priyanka”.

he's lost it. he's beyond alllllllllll reason now.

lmao that was a short af rikshaw ride. kuch toh transition shots dikhaate.

GOD ANIKA JUST LET HIM TELL HER. LIKE... YOU CAN AT LEAST EXPLAIN TO HER. YOU CAN MAKE YOUR WAY BACK FROM THIS WITH HER. IT'S NOT FUCKING WORTH MARRYING THIS CRAZYASS FUCKER FOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

... is gauri blind/deaf? can she not see/hear literally the only two human beings within a 3 mile radius STRUGGLING AND YELLING AT EACH OTHER?

yeah he's compleeeeeeeeeeetely off his rocker.

no literally, shivaay and anika are straight up looking at her, he's even yelling her name, and gauri can't see/hear them??????

TUM DONO KE IS BAKCHODI MEIN MERI GAURI KA HEART FAIL HO RAHA HAI CAN ONE OF YOU FUCKING PICK UP THE PHONE AND TELL HER THAT HER SISTER IS ALIVE AND WELL

OK NOT WELL. BUT ALIVE.

ok i really realllllllllly REALLLLLLY hate this garbage. what the everloving fuck???? could they possible degrade the female character more?

THIS FUCKING PANDIT. HE SHOULD BE JAILED.

... she heard the mandir ki ghanti ring ONCE, and she knows it's a shaadi??????????? like.... ?????? what kinda ESP (extra sanskaari powers) do tellywood heroines these days have??????

UM GAURI, MOVE FASTER. PLS.

yeah if the groom has THIS look on his face, like he's on bath salts; maybe reschedule your shaadi.

GAURI WTFFFFFFFFFFF JUST GO LOOOK OMGGGGGGGGGGG

hero apna on bath salts + cocaine + x, toh heroine apni is on weed.

FUCKING DO NOT PLAY MANGALAM BHAGWAN VISHNU. DO NOT. PLEASE. I STILL HAVEN'T GOTTEN OVER IT FROM THE ORIGINAL WEDDING IN 2016. + RUMYA'S WEDDING. I'VE HEARD THAT ONE LINE REPEATED SO MUCH I NEVER WANNA HEAR IT AGAIN.

omfggggg the way he's YANKING at her.

AND THIS PANDIT HAS NOOOOOOOOOOOO ISSUES? NONEEEEEEEE WHATSOEVER. HE DESERVES TO BE STABBED IN THE FACE AS MUCH AS SHIVAAY DOES.

dude pls blink. you're scaring me. you really are. 

..... THIS IS... LIKE ... HE'S LITERALLY DOING THIS WITH AN UNCONSCIOUS PERSON. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU MAN?????

gauri you beautiful idiot. i can't even with you rn.

SEEMS LIKE THE TRIVEDI SISTERS WERE GIVEN STUPIDITY GENES IN SPAAAAADES IN THIS UNIVERSE.

THE PANDIT IS SMILING. HE'S SMILING. TELL ME WHY I SHOULD NOT GET INTO THE FUCKING SCREEN RIGHT THIS MINUTE AND MURDER HIM.

... so the mandir just has a supply of mangalsutras for situations like these? cool. cool cool cool cool cool cool.

YAAAAAAAS GAURI RAISING HELL IN OBEROI MANSION. FUCKING BURN IT DOWN MY LITTLE BIRD.

lmao gauri's like FUCK MY CRUSH ON THIS DUDE AND THE EYE SEX WE HAD THAT DAY, IMMA FUCKING YELL IN HIS FACE RE: HIS BROTHER AND RICH PEOPLE FUCKERY.

whoaaaaaaaaaaaa buddy boy. yeah you're hot and all, but it's waaaaaaaay too early for you to get all “nice guy” handsy with her like this. keep your ameeron waale paws to yourself.

ohohohoh he scored her digits tho. smooth, omkara! smooooooooth.

UGH NO GO BACK TO OM AND GAURI; THESE TWO MAKE MY STOMACH HURT FROM SAD AND ANGRY 

um fuck that's the tightest fucking mangalsutra ever? is he trying to strangle her to death with it?

YEAH DON'T TRY TO ROMANTICIZE THIS SHIT BY HAVING HIM SLOW DOWN AND GENTLE HIS MOVEMENTS AT THE SINDOOR AND LOOK AT HER ALL DEEP RN. YOU'VE MADE HIM A FUCKING BRUTE ALL THIS WHILE, KEEP THAT VICIOUS CONSISTENCY GOING. BLOODY BEECH MEIN PANDERING TO THE FUCKING FANGIRLS ALSO.

oh yeah totally the faces of two people in a healthy sampannn vivaah. 

oh she's waking up from her catatonic state. yiiiiiikes.

the varmalas are the FIRST part of the wedding, you dumbass pandit. they have LITERALLY no meaning if allllllll these rituals are over. they literally just put this part in to have HER do something and him to reject it. it's bogus and bullshit.

OMFG THIS FUCKING PANDIT. BADE AAYE “ZYAADA HAI!” TOH YEH ZABARDASTI KI MANHOOS SHAADI KYA PUNYA KE LIYE KARWAAYA TUNEY???????? FUCKING FUCK OUTTA HERE BEFORE I....

more sign language that... man idk wtf you're trying to... just use your speaking words.

OMFGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG ANIKA YOU IDIOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT OF A WOMAN OH GOD WHY THE FUCKKKKKKKK WOULD YOU WANNA GO WITH HIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM GOD HELP ME I CANNOT GET OVER HOW FUCKING DUMBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB SHE ISSSSSSSSSSS

OHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKK, THAT'S WHY HE PAID THE PANDIT SO MUCH. SHIVAAY YOU FUCKING....

please don't tell me this dumb bitch is gonna use bhagwaan as sakshi and gawaah.

oh no the pandit's still there.

girl i can't believe you're putting your faith in this fucking pandit who fucking conducted this wedding while you were clearly not consenting and were half-dead through all the ceremony.

pandit you motherfucking coward tujhe toh gauri gundi dekh legi. AND I WILL JOIN HER IN BEATING THE CRAP OUT OF YOU YOU SPINELESS TURD!!!!!

OMFG SHE DID THE BHAGWAAN AS GAWAAH THING. JFC I REALLY CANNNOTTTTTTTTTT WITH THIS ANIKA.

literally my face at her bs too. lol good luck PROVING that, you stupid twit.

OMFG MOVED ON FROM BHAGWAAN TO AGNI AS SAKSHI. THIS GIRL IS...

yeah this episode is gonna get lottttttttttttttttt of trp aunty approval. definitelyyyyy.

ARDHANGINI. JANAM JANAM KA SAATH. OMFGGGGGG I CAN'T EVENNNNNN.

anika please stop talking lord above this is painful.

OH FUCK HE'S GONNA BREAK IT. HE'S GONNA BREAK IT???????/

FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK HE BROKEEEEEE ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT MOTHERFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

... SHE'S GONNA PICK UP THOSE FUCKING BEADS? ARE YOU... ARE YOU FUCKING....

THIS IS LITERALLY ME RN. #BIGFUCKINGMOOD

IT'S OFFICIAL: NO FUCKING TELLYWOOD HEROINE I'VE EVER WATCHED HAS BEEN THIS LVL OF DHEENT AND DUMBASS EVER. THIS IS THE WORST DEPTHS I’VE EVER SEEN A FEMALE LEAD SINK TO I THINK.

lmaoooooooooo now she's giving him vaasta of his fucking dil. yeah coz this man here seems like a real big dilwaala. HIS CHHEDH WAALA DIL WILL BE JUST FINE, DON'T YOU WORRY SIS. HE’S GONNA GO HOME AFTER THIS AND SLEEP THE BEST SLEEP OF HIS DAMN LIFE. 

no literally anika, what did you think this was? like did you really think you'd go back home with him and be like lalalala happy happy with him?????

god shivaay you... you.... YOUR MOTHER SHOULD HAVE MURDERED YOU TOO WHEN SHE MURDERED YOUR DAD YOU DIRTY SON OF A

... how and WHY would she be known as a rakhail though? I STILLLLLLLL DON'T GET IT. she'll say she's married to you, you'll say she isn't. WHERE DOES THE RAKHAIL BIT COME IN HERE???????? I JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND.

oh thank god omkara is taking things up there and yelling at shivaay. thank god they retained that aspect of his.

meanwhile here this idiot chick is just spouting off her mouth about being married to shivaay. goddddddddddddddddd WHY? JUST... WHY??????

[imaginesofeverykind]

Hostage || Sam Drake x Reader ||

Characters: Sam Drake x Fem!Reader��

Fandom: Uncharted 

Requested: yup! I reblogged || this prompt list || created by the lovely @paintingcrimsons so go check them out as well! Req: [74, 63, 44, 15 and 8? Something in the line with Rafe taking you and Sam having to look for you. You end up being shot when Sam finds you, who later patches you up again] 

“This is going to hurt, I’m so sorry.” & “Breathe, can you do that for me?” & “Touch her again, and I’ll kill you.” “Will you? Because last time I checked, petty threats don’t do shit, ____. They just piss me off more.” & “What happened to me?” & “Hand over the girl.” “That’s not gonna happen in your lifetime.”

Prompt: In a desperate attempt to save you, Sam daringly boards Captain Henry Avery’s Ship prepared for a gun fight to face off Rafe who has you, hostage. 

Tags: @rafeadderall @missdictatorme @dragonjedihobbit @shararogers @delicrieux @solarsystemus

Word count: 1,424

A/N: okayy so I have a smut to do as well and I haven't started it yet lmaoo na I'm at uni today so I don't want to write smut in the middle of class 👀👀👀 lmaoooo Someone looked over at my screen when writing this I NEVER CLICKED OUT OF TUMBLR SO FUKEN QUICK KILL ME 

You were in pain, intense fiery pain and it hadn’t helped that a firm hand gripped your ponytail. With jarring movements, forcing you to walk forward. You cursed, letting tears slip down your cheeks. Cuts and bruises showered your skin from head to toe. Exhaustion was settling in making your joints ache.

“Keep moving!” Rafe’s angry voice hissed, pushing you forward. You stumbled on your feet, they dragged across the four-hundred-year-old ship. Treasure littered around the room and weighed the ship down. You were surprised that the ship had managed to stay afloat.

You prayed that Sam or Nate or someone was coming to get you. The ship rocked violently after a deafening explosion somewhere in on the boat. Rafe’s grip loosened on you as the both of you jerked forward from the sudden explosion. Taking the chance to run as he hadn’t quite tightened his grip just yet, you ripped yourself from him and started to sprint away from him.

Panting and frantic, you pushed your muscles to move quickly. Every now and again your head would turn back hoping that you had lost Rafe, but in fact, it was the opposite. He was just out of arms reach, trailing hot on your heels. You cursed loudly as if it was going to deter the psychotic maniac behind you. With your bones and muscles aching wanting you to stop, they began to seize up slowing you down.

Rounding a corner and into a room, presumably the Captain's quarters of the ship, your eyes immediately fall on Sam who was sweaty and in a mad panic clearly trying to find you. “Sam!” The scream ripped from your throat as you reached out to grab him, only Rafe grabbed a tight hold of your arm, wrenching you back toward him, “Oh no you don’t.” His clasp was sure to leave an impressive bruise on you tomorrow... if you made it out alive.

Sam raised the gun in his hands, pointing it at Rafe, who in retaliation pointed the gun to her head. “Hand over the girl, Rafe.” Sam warned his tone gruff and his expression harsh. Rafe chuckled dryly, “that’s not gonna happen in your lifetime.” He pulled the hammer back on his pistol, the barrel of the gun still pointed at your temple.

A whimper escaped your lips, “Sam.” ever so quietly as your breath hitched in your throat. You were in so much pain, you just wanted to collapse and be greeted by nothing but darkness and silence. You had been through hell and you were on the brink of giving up. “You’re all right sweetheart, I’ll get you outta here before you know it,” Sam assured you, seeing the pain in your eyes.

“You really think I’m just gonna let you walk out of here, Sam, I mean c’mon really? Are you that gullible? You’re hearing this too right, Y/N? He thinks you two are getting out of here alive.” Adjusting his grip on his pistol you winced, cringing expecting a gunshot to sound but he was simply toying with you. “You want to get back at me, Rafe. Not her-.” You had cut Sam off, a sudden burst of adrenaline coarsed through you, it was fight or flight and you had to get away from Rafe.

You jerked away, freeing yourself from him and winding up your hand. A satisfying smack hung in the air as everyone in the room processed what had happened. Sam couldn’t bite back the smile forming on his lips, he resisted the urge to commend you. Rafe, however, had grunted, wiping the blood dribbling from his nose, lifting his pistol effortlessly and pulling the trigger. Time seemed to slow for you, you had felt the bullet pierce the thickness of your thigh. The sudden shock had brought you down to the ground, a scream shredding your throat as the pain started to process.

Sam was in shock, he had a clear view to shoot Rafe yet he didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger. Rafe yanked you up to your feet, tears wetting your cheeks. “You are starting to piss me off.” He gritted and knee’d you hard in the stomach, a groan expelled from you as a familiar metallic taste filled your mouth and pooled out. “Touch her again and I’ll kill you.” Sam threatened as Rafe pulled you upright and returned his Pistol barrel to the side of your head.

“Will you? Because last time I checked, petty threats don’t do shit, Sam. They just piss me off more. And young Y/N here just about can’t take any more hits.” The pain had started to take over you. Your knees buckled from beneath you and your body started to feel limp as you started to slowly succumb to your weakness.

In and out of consciousness you blacked out for some time, lazily opening your heavy eyelids to witness the gruesome brawl between Rafe and Sam briefly before blacking out again. Some time had passed even more, you opened your eyes just in time to see not just Sam but Nate take down Rafe before you blacked out. When you awoke from the last time you had been more responsive, you could detail that you were no longer in the burning wreck of Henry Avery’s ship, but you were on the beach.

You could hear waves crashing in the distance as you slowly started to slip back out of reality, but this time it felt different. Hearing Sam’s familiar voice shouting at obviously Sully, Elena and Nate. “She’s not breathing! Guys, we’re losing her!” In between life and death, it felt surreal almost, like a strange dream. “Shit… Shit..” Sam cursed under his breath before attempting CPR on your, compressing your chest down in short bursts for so many laps before checking your breathing.

When that hadn’t helped he opted for chest compressions and mouth to mouth. “C’mon! Breathe, can you just breathe for me.” He grew desperate, his voice accompanied by the others who had joined in on this wild goose chase. It felt like a lifetime but only a few moments passed, “you’re not dying on us today… just pull through.” He gritted before continuing another cycle of chest compressions and mouth to mouth.

A strangled gasp sucked in your throat bringing you back to reality and away from limbo. Your breathing settled after a moment but you were barely conscious enough to say or do anything so you dropped back into darkness.

You woke up to a fright, dazed and confused. Your surroundings weren’t at all familiar, which had panicked you more. “Fuck.” You cursed under your breath followed by a groan as you examined the wounds causing you so much grief. You were in a fresh set of clothing which you don’t remember getting into, in fact, you barely remember what happened after Rafe shot you.

“Oh, you’re awake.” Sam’s relieved voice startled you, he chuckled then apologised. “I was worried you weren’t going to wake up.” He admitted, crossing the room with his hands full of bandages wraps, and a bottle of sterile alcohol. You laughed tiredly and leant up against the bed head. He sat on the edge of the bed and splayed out everything. “Seriously… you scared the shit out of me… Uh, can you — can you uh… sorry I’ve been changing your bandages and uh…” He trailed off, eying your leg which is covered by a loose pair of sweats.

You blushed, not just because Sam Drake asked - Not at all in a sexual context -  you to take off your pants, but blushing also at the thought of Sam having to undress you while he tended to your wounds. However, you slid the sweats down your hips and three-quarters of the way down your thigh where the mean looking gunshot wound was, covered by gauze and a wrap. He gently peeled the adhesive back and off the wound, you watched intently as he ever so carefully brushed his fingers across your skin before wetting a sterile cloth with alcohol. He looked up at you with an apologetic smile, “This is going to hurt, I’m so sorry.”

A sigh passed your lips and you nodded, understanding, “It’s okay.” You assured him, you were just glad he had come back to get you. Despite not getting much of the treasure at all with the exception of a handful of coins, Sam was just glad he got you somewhere safe and sound and most importantly Alive.

[jihanted]

爱你好

*the post apo!au will come out after this...... i dreamt of fluffy jun so i shall write about fluffy jun first oops 

Member:  Wen Jun Hui “Jun” Seventeen

Word Count: 2.4k

Short Summary: Your boyfriend loves you well. (LMAOOOO) 

Genre: FLufF, romance, jun is so lovable 

Warnings: light suggestive theme (NO SMUT cause im a bb) 

music ♥ (best in low low volume :-))

You placed the cup of steaming coffee down on the nightstand before gently sitting on the edge of the bed, watching as the blond male shift in bed and grumble something under his breath. 

“Jun... Wake up, love.” 

It was a glorious yet adorable sight in front of you. Jun’s tanned shoulders peaked out of the white sheets as he turned around, his eyes slowly opening. The man you love, waking up after a rather intimate night full of kisses and exchanges of soft whispers of love, smiling softly at you with a tired yet blissful expression on his handsome face. 

“Hey...” His voice was soft, low, and raspy. 

You shifted and slowly laid next to him, his arms immediately reeling you in and his nose nuzzling into your neck as he inhaled your scent. 

“How did you sleep?” Jun asked softly, his lips tickling your neck as his hands made it’s way under the shirt that was actually his, but was worn by you. You smiled at the feeling of his fingertips roaming delicately on your skin, like playing a soft lullaby on a piano. 

“I slept well, thank you. How about you?” You asked, just as soft, as he slowly pulled away and groaned softly, stretching his body. You chuckled softly as he grinned sheepishly, his eyes sparkling. 

“I slept just as well-- maybe even better...” He spoke softly, watching as you sat up and grabbed the cup of coffee from the nightstand. He slowly sat up and rested his back against the headboard and watched as you carefully took a sip before handing it to him. 

You watched as he blinked slowly and took a long sip of the rich coffee, his eyes slowly closing as if he was savouring it. You leaned over and lightly fixed his messy blond hair that was scattered all over the place with a fond smile. 

“How can you look this good after waking up?” You asked, pouting slightly as you gently ran your thumb under his eye, making him hum and open his eyes-- immediately locking eyes with yours. 

“I should be saying that to you,” Jun started off saying, his eyes trailing down to your neck, seeing the light pink marks before moving onto your collarbones and shoulders that his shirt had exposed to him, seeing the more prominent purple marks that he had created last night along with the previous few nights. He slightly smirked, looking back into your eyes, “you look so sexy and gorgeous.” 

You rolled your eyes before chuckling softly, leaning over and taking the cup from his hands before slowly getting up from bed, earning a low whine and pout from your boyfriend in bed. 

“Don’t just leave me here, Y/N...” Jun called out, holding up his arms with a lazy grin on his face, “Come back here... Let me undress you so we can shower together.” 

You glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand before sighing, placing the cup down next to it. You crawled back into bed and sat down before lifting your arms up, almost playfully. Jun grinned, leaning over to press a soft kiss to your lips, before taking off your shirt. He grinned, almost smugly, when he ran his eyes down your naked form. 

You rolled your eyes before watching him get out of bed, but opening his arms for you. You laughed softly before standing up on bed and hugging him, his hands immediately finding their way to your butt, lightly squeezing it. You squealed and wrapped your legs around his waist, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. 

“Just hurry to the bathroom, you idiot.” You mumbled, lightly biting his neck, making him chuckle. 

“Just for you, princess...” Jun whispered, making you roll your eyes but smile against his skin. 

Putting you down, Jun took off his last piece of clothing and immediately went to open the shower. You watched as he lazily got out his toothbrush and brushed his teeth, making you chuckle softly. 

“Go in first, I’ll join you when I’m done,” Jun spoke, his words slightly muffled by foam. You nodded, jumping into the shower. You sighed loudly, smiling at the warmth of the water on your skin. 

After a few minutes of just standing under the water, you felt arms wrap around you, making you yelp and laugh. 

After a few kisses and bubbly laughter, the shower was done. You wrapped a towel around your body as Jun ruffled his hair with his own. You were humming and rubbing moisturizer on your skin-- simple but enough to make Jun stare and smile. 

“Y/N.” 

You looked over at Jun and watched as he ran his fingers through his hair, holding his fringe up, “put some on me.” 

You laughed softly, grabbing some moisturizer and rubbing it into his skin, pressing a few chaste kisses on his lips while doing so. 

After drying yourselves up, you followed Jun back into the bedroom and found clothes to wear. You put your clothes on and watched as Jun did the same. You were glancing at his toned upper body with a smug smile. 

“Are we going somewhere today?” You asked, watching as Jun finished dressing up in a black-and-grey striped shirt and simple jeans. 

He simply smiled, grabbing the hairdryer and motioning you over as he sat on the edge of the bed. You rolled your eyes but walked over, sitting down in between his legs on the floor as he turned it on, his fingers gently running though your hair and delicately massaging you scalp. 

You sighed with a smile on your face. Simple moments like these made you realize how lucky you are and how Jun made you felt so loved. 

Minutes after, he turned it off and ran his fingers through your almost-completely-dried hair, humming as he pressed a long and warm kiss on your temple. 

“Do you want to go out today?” Jun mumbled against your skin, pulling you up on the bed and hugging your waist. 

You leaned against him and looked up at him, smiling, “can we go shopping?” 

Jun hummed and nodded, rubbing your stomach softly with gentle circles. You grinned and kissed his jaw, making him chuckle. 

“I love you,” You said softly, making him hug you a bit tighter, another kiss being pressed onto the top of your head.  

“I love you too.” 

Intertwining your hands with Jun’s, you leaned against his shoulder with a soft smile on your face. 

You had meant to shop earlier in the daytime, but instead, you and Jun just spent those hours pampering each other’s lips and skin with soft yet loving kisses. Along with that, both of you prepared lunch together and spent hours just talking, watching a movie, and eating. 

Now, you were finally out shopping. But even better-- there was a night market going on and Jun seemed to be interested, especially knowing that it has been a while since you two have gone to one. 

“Those lanterns are so pretty...” You mumbled, looking up at the sky, seeing lines of lanterns and lights dangling below the gradient sky. 

Jun smiled, rubbing his thumb against your knuckles as he nodded, “they are quite nice.” 

You looked up at him and watched as he just stared at you, his eyes twinkling from the lights above. You blushed slightly, a smile forming on your lips as Jun leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to the tip of your nose. 

“Oh, Jun-- I want to try that,” You pointed over to a booth, making Jun look over and raise his eyebrows. It was a type of food. 

“Ah,” Jun smiled, dragging you over, “麻辣魚蛋 !” 

You rose your brows as you laughed softly, “sorry, what?” 

Jun pulled you close in the line, grinning, “I used to eat these as a kid. In China... These were equivalent to... Hm... Like hot dog stands. These are like, fried fish cakes.” 

You watched in amusement when he explained simple food with sparkles in his eyes. You sighed softly with a smile before hugging him, making him blink but wrap his arms around you. 

“You’re so cute...” You mumbled against him, making him chuckle but not question you. 

“Next!” 

You looked up and yelped softly when Jun dragged you in front, his grin visible. 

“Two please!” Jun smiled, making you chuckle. 

The lady who worked at the stand smiled and handed you two of the sticks of fish cakes. You blinked, puckering your lips in amusement. 

Jun grinned, giving you one, but looking up when the lady spoke. 

“Your girlfriend is very pretty. Very pretty fits with very handsome,” She spoke in Chinese, making you furrow your brows in confusion. You looked over at Jun, who was grinning. 

“Thank you. She is.” He spoke back in Chinese, making you pout and nudge him. He simply laughed before waving and pulling you along with him, continuing to walk the lit up market. 

“What did you two say? Do you know her?” You spoke, pouting a bit before taking a bit of your food, widening your eyes, “this is good!” 

Jun watched you, a fond smile on his face before eating, his face content as he chewed, taking in the familiar taste. 

“Jun,” You spoke, making him look over with a hum. He reached over and found your hand, lacing them with his again. You smiled, swallowed your food before speaking again, “I saw a stand where there are really pretty hair clips-- can I try one on?” 

Chuckling, he nodded, sighing, “oh, the things I do for you.” 

You wrinkled your nose but grinned. You both finished your food before throwing the garbage out. Immediately, you pulled Jun towards the stand. 

“Hello,” An elderly woman spoke, seeing you and Jun walk in the small space that had a simple table in the middle filled with hairbands, pins, and more. 

“Hello,” You and Jun both spoke in at the same time, glancing at each other. 

She smiled, the ends of her eyes crinkling, “is there anything particular that you two are looking for?” 

You shook your head, smiling, “I’m just going to look around. Everything here looks adorable.” 

She smiled, laughing softly. You smiled back before dragging Jun around, making him chuckle in amusement. 

“This one is so cute,” You awed, taking out a small pin that had a butterfly made of little blue jewels at the end. You clipped it into your hair and faced Jun, wiggling your brows. 

Jun chuckled, poking your forehead before looking around and blinking when he found something that caught his eyes. 

He glanced at you, who was talking to the lady about the pins and trying on other kinds. 

He walked over to the other side of the small space, picking up a simple pin that had a sparkling rose stone at the end. He smiled softly at it, glancing over at you before walking over to you. 

Slowly turning your around, you blinked up at Jun, who was just smiling, moving your hair to the side and pinning the clip onto your hair. You smiled up at him and tilted your head slightly before moving towards a mirror, looking at yourself. 

“This is so pretty,” You awed, touching the pin that Jun had put in your hair. Jun grinned smugly, glancing at the elderly lady before nodding at her, making the elderly lady grin. 

“Well, your boyfriend thinks so too, dear. How about I get you a new one of that same pin and wrap it up for you?” She asked sweetly, making you blink at Jun. 

“Jun, you don’t have to buy everything I want,” You pouted, reaching out in your jean pocket to find your own wallet. 

Jun scoffed lightly, smiling with a raised brow, “but I’m your boyfriend.” 

Before you could even take out your own wallet, he already handed the lady the amount of money that the pin had costed. 

You pouted and took the one your were wearing, off before walking over to Jun, who has the pin in a little bag in one hand, and his other hand stretched out for you to hold. 

You grabbed his hand and held it, pouting as you exited the small stand space before tip toeing and kissing his cheek, earning a pleased smile from Jun. 

“Thank you... Again.” You mumbled, leaning your head on his shoulder. He chuckled and kissed the top of your head. 

“Are you already tired?” He asked, almost amusingly. 

“Well... It is getting kinda dark...” You shrugged, looking up at him. 

The rest of the journey in the night market was amazing. More food was involved along with Jun trying to buy you more things, but you not letting him. He was pouty about it but you kissed his pout away each time and replaced it with a soft smile and tender eyes. 

“Had fun?” Jun asked, glancing at you on his side, one hand on the wheel and the other hand moving over and gently rubbing your thigh. 

You looked away from the window before looking at Jun, smiling softly as you found his hand with yours and rubbing his knuckles with your thumb. 

“Yeah, thanks...” You softly spoke, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. He hummed in approval and smiled. 

“You know I love you, right?” Jun spoke softly, holding your hand with his on your thigh. You stared at him, admiring his side view and how the soft light casted on his face. 

“Yeah... And I love you too, Jun.” You whispered, smiling as he glanced over and tightened the grip on your hand. 

“Go to sleep, baby. I’ll carry you back home.” 

You smiled, slowly turning your head and looking out the window before slowly closing your eyes, fatigue hitting you. 

And that’s what he did. 

After reaching home, he carried you bridal style all the way upstairs into the bedroom you two shared. 

He gently woke you up and he brushed his teeth with you, helped take off your makeup, and helped you change into your pajamas. With you half-asleep again, he laid you back in bed, pressing a soft kiss on your lips before laying down next to you. He watched as you immediately found your way in his warmth, cuddling up to his chest and tangling your limbs with his. 

He stared softly, watching you sleep soundly in his arms. 

“Goodnight, love.” He spoke gently, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. 

You shifted in his arms and smiled softly, making him chuckle and close his eyes. 

With that, you both slept, basking in each other’s warmth and love.