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Okay.... But hear me out....
Sometimes you just have to make a makeshift tent out of an overly large umbrella and a bed sheet on top of your bed and curl up under it with a cookie and whisper to yourself that "you did a good job today!" And "here's your treat for being such a good employee!" And "you're okay! You're okay!" And most importantly "I don't care I don't care I don't care I don't ca-" for your mental health
#am i doing this right?#bad work day#leave jerry out of it#jerrys the umbrella#kind of funny story about that jerry was named that because i accidentally killed a mouse with him and felt bad so i named him jerry so#hopefully little mouse can live on in my memories#and now yours if you're reading this#i got spooked when i was having one of my paranoia attacks and smacked the thing that was making noise without looking#that was my bad jerry the first#new medication is working better than the old so hopefully i wont do anything like that again#and yes i cleaned the umbrella im not a monster#screaming into the void#peace out bitches
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Chapter 4: letting go is hard ďżźďżź
Sally then proceeds to shoot Zachary until she runs out of bullets but the bullets didnât effect him very good
Zachary: you think that your little lead pebbles will get rid of me?! itâs gonna take a lot lot more
Sally starts running through the basement losing her hat and her hair coming down in the process she couldnât go anywhere even if she tried to He was going to kill her he would not rest until she and her aunt were gone at some point she even thought of giving up and just letting him kill her ďżźďżź
Sally pov
Iâm trying not to sob right now but there is nowhere else to go I have nowhere to hide I might as well just give up and let him have me Iâm praying that I live the only reason why he is hunting me because he wants me dead and I canât let go of them I donât want to itâs hard to let go especially as it happened when I needed them the most
Sally feels a ghost like hand on hers she looks up and sees her father
Sally:*sobbing quietly* I will be with you soon
Zach: Sally i know you want to give up but you have come this far donât give up so easily you have been through your worst nightmare you are so close to coming back up even stronger then when you entered
Sally: but I know he is here because I canât let you and mum go
Zach: my dear little mouse eventually you will eventually be at peace with yourself and the only way to do that is by letting go of me and mum but just because you let go does not mean youâre gonna forget us
Sally: IâŚ.I know but I donât have anything to remember you by besides a few pictures and these memories
Zach: well like I said just because youâre letting us go does not mean youâre forgetting us *hugs sally* my dear little mouse iâm gonna give you one piece of advice to help you get rid of your uncle once and for all
Sally: What do I need to do?
Zach: well you have two choices just sit here and cry until he finds you and come join us in heaven and leave your friends and aunt alone or set this place on fire
Sally: the second option but why do I have to this place on fire? You know how much I love this place
Zach: well we died by fire and your mum wished that he experiences the same in the afterlife but since heâs after you thatâs the only way to get rid of him ďżź
Third person POV
Zach disappears and Sally wipes her tears and gets up walking through the almost knee deep water not caring that sheâs getting wet. She had to find gasoline She already had a lighter in her bag in case her phone and flashlight died which both have already died for days ago but she had remembered that the synagogue would keep gasoline for the stove in the kitchen hopefully there were some there but while she was looking she tripped and fell into the water and got cut up and her nose broken because whatever she fell hard some sharp things on it but she brushed it off and kept looking
Sally pov
I hate having to hurt my own family members But at this point I donât care he deserves it if he think he can get away with taking my mum and dad away from me and I donât want to burn down this so special to me but if thatâs the only way to get rid of him then Iâll do it if my mum wants him to experience what we did then god please forgive me for what Iâm about to do
Third person POV
Sally finds the gasoline finds her way outside the pours out the whole container of gasoline around the synagogue and then throws the lit lighter and the whole synagogue went into flames, Sally burst out into tears because of her favorite place is now gone and what she heard from inside the building from her uncle
Zachary: YOU WERE A FUCKING DISGRACE YOU WERE A MISTAKE YOU LITTLE BRAT YOUR FATHER IS DISA-
Sally pov
I couldnât hear what else he said because I passed out and when i woke up I was in a Daisy field and my parents grave stones were there to I ran over to the stones laid down and started crying begging for their forgiveness
Angelina and Zachary appear to comfort, Sally
Sally:*crying* I killed him! You can rest peacefully now
Angelina:*petting Sally on the head* you didnât have to do that
Sally: b-but dad said that you wanted him to experience what you did
Angelina: yes I used to feel like that but now I donât
Sally: but why did you write to me to come here?
Zach: well we know that you love this place and you wanted to come back but clearly itâs not what any of us remember
Sally:*starts crying again* yes it isnât what I remembered
Angelina: now dear your father told me that you canât let go of us because you have nothing to remember us is that right? ďżź
Sally: yes everything in that house is gone and I donât want to let go
Zach: we understand that it will be hard but one of the ways to at be peace with yourself is by letting us go that doesnât mean youâre forgetting us I already told you this. ďżź
Angelina: and we have a little gift for you once you wake up
Sally: really?
Zach: yes now we want you being very careful with it because what we gave you are very sentimental to us ďżź
Sally: I will
Sally then wakes up in the hospital and she sees a big box next to her bed
Linda:*runs up and hugs sally* your alive!
Sally: yes I am
Linda: you said it only take a few hours, but you were gone for a week ďżź
Sally: yea I ran into uncle Alex and he suggested I look in the hospital and the old synagogue ďżź
Linda: oh by the way somebody left you a gift and Iâm glad youâre back ďżź
Sally: I saw that
Linda leaves the room and Sally be open the gift
Sally pov
When I opened the box and I saw a little clear box of my mums and dadâs jewelry and at the bottom was my mothers dress the one she would wear all the time I took out the dress and hugged it and started crying I swear on my life that I will keep the safe and not get them ruined
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{Dancing to my own tunes | | MAIN}
Overworked and exhausted, Rose follows her friendsâ advice and moves out of her old home and into a town far away. There, she settles in a small apartment and opens her own small cafe.
Aside from her past catching up to her from time to time and being bothered by her grandmotherâs old enemies, Roseâs life is as normal as it can get for a Toon.
{The Spirit of Willow | | SPIRIT}
To get away from the noisy city and a recent heartbreak, Rose thought it would be a good idea to move to the countryside. When asked where, she suggested- if possible- her grandparentsâ old house in Willow Village as she has vague but fun memories of that place. Her grandparents were reluctant but still supported Rose and helped her buy their old house.
After a day-long trip, Rose finally arrived at Willow. During her tour around the village, one of the old ladies reminded Rose of an old rumour; that the village is placed at the border between the spirit realm and the human realm. There was also a rumour that the abandoned bathhouse was actually used by spirits and not humans. The last person who ran it mysteriously disappeared.
After she settled down, the young woman decided to familiarise herself with the nearby mountainâs hiking trail. While taking her walk, Rose was reminiscing on her childhood. Despite remembering a lot of her childhood, a few were very fuzzy to her. She vaguely remembers walking in a street with lanterns on either side. She was small and holding someoneâs handâŚ
{A Magical Adventure | | MOUSE}
Rose was having an ordinary life until her grandmotherâs book turned her into a small mouse. Whatâs more, she can somehow do magic. After getting a sewing needle from her motherâs room and some new clothes from the toys in the attic, she sets off to her grandmotherâs house in the countryside to find some answers.
{Painting the town pink & purple | | OCTOLING}
Rose is an Octoling who lives in Splatsville. She mainly works as a barista but does a few delivery jobs here and there for friends and sometimes takes part in turf wars. She's also a member of a synthwave band named "Sunset Wave".
{A Small place called Home | | MONKEY}
Rose and the other villagers found themselves stranded on a new land with little belongings after the ship they were on was destroyed by a huge storm. After waiting for a week and with no sign of help, the group decided to explore this new land and hopefully find a place called home. They gathered as much seeds as they could from the destroyed crates that were washed ashore before heading east.
Over the course of their travels, they passed many towns and villages. However, either there were no places available or the group was chased out by the local guards. On rainy and stormy days, the survivors would try to find a shelter quickly and start a fire to keep warm. They also stole food from the stalls they passed. They knew it was wrong but also kind of necessary if they wanted to survive.
Then finally, after three weeks, they came across a village with friendly and sympathetic faces. Unfortunately, they had no places for the ground to stay but one elderly man suggested they go north up the mountain and settle in the abandoned village there.
#ooc#{A Magical Adventure | | MOUSE}#{A Small place called Home | | MONKEY}#{The Spirit of Willow | | SPIRIT}#{painting the town pink & purple | | octoling}#{Dancing to my own tunes | | MAIN}
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Grazing the Fire | IV
well hello. here i am, four years later, once again enamored with nathan enough to finally dust this baby off and pick up where i left it. im a little rusty so bear with me this chapter! much more to come <3
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Warning: language, very vague s/a mentions
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âAlright class, who can tell me,â A board stick clacks against the chalkboard. âWho can answer problem four?âÂ
A few hands raise in the corners of your eye, but yours remains atop your desk. Eyes far away, mind in a murky haze and almost completely unaware. All you could focus on were the memories playing on repeat within the confines of your tired, tired brain. Hours ago, you were warm, you were comfortable. Safe.
Cheeks heated to a dusting blush when you remind yourself just how you had awoken that morning. At some point in the night, an angel had blessed you. Allowed you to wake up wrapped around none other than big, bad, Nathan Prescott. Your face nuzzled into his chest, broad but wiry hands pressed firmly over your shoulder and his arm slung over your waist to keep you against him. Thankfully you had been the first to wake up, blinking away the morning sun blazing through his blinds and painting the room stripes of gold. At that moment, before your headache came crashing down onto your skull, you were astounded by him.Â
Eye lashes brushing the top of his cheeks, his lips parted ever so slightly, chest rising and falling rhythmically. In that moment, there was no anger, no bitterness. Just a soft and peaceful slumber. It was like being the sole viewer of a magnificent painting- each stroke and detail placed just there just for you to pick out, to remember the curves and sharp edges down to the very foundation. From his unkempt hair down to the way his hand flattened onto the mattress where your indent still lived. Nathan was so beautiful like this.Â
For a long time you stayed there. It was as though you were afraid to move- you couldnât bear to disturb him. You had wondered, if he was always like this, so at peace, what would he be like? Likely soft voiced, mild mannered. Heâd do his school assignments without hassle and donate to the charity board. He would wander the town with his friends and listen to music in a beat up truck flying down the stretch of highway overlooking the bold, blue, and beautiful ocean. An entirely different version of himself- carefree, and a fair blue as opposed to a burning flame of red.Â
But, if that were the case, youâd never have gotten here. Youâd never been both the outsider, and the only seeing eye. A lucky, albeit firstly unwilling witness to the display of depth before you.Â
It never hit you like it had quite in that moment how lucky you were.
But- just then- an alarm disturbed what serendipity existed. You nearly leapt out of your skin, clutched your hands to your chest at the sudden sound. A headache wove its way into your once untouched temples. Nathan groaned, mumbled, âgod damn itâ, under his breath, and thus his body was reanimated into life. He rubbed his eyes and he stretched, that familiar scowl coming over his eyes and lips as he took in the sunlight damn near blinding him. A polar opposite to the being youâd appreciated just moments earlier.
âUgh, fuck, how the fuck is it seven already.â He groaned. âI feel like shit.â
âWell good morning to you too,â You started, welcoming Nathan into the world. ââIâm feeling pretty shitty as well.âÂ
You said that, but really⌠You were more than alright. Your head had hurt, slight nausea crept into the wells of your stomach, but other than that youâre sure you were phenomenally better than youâd have been waking up whereverTate would have left your ass.
âYou need to get outta here, before everyone gets up.â Nathan drawled, but he didnât sound as urgent as you expected him to be. Youâd expected him to be angry that you were still in his room, but instead he just⌠accepted it.Â
You snickered, climbing out of his throne of a bed. âWow, youâre giving me the morning after treatment?âÂ
âSure am. Get outta here, whore.â
âOh fuck you.âÂ
You located your heels from last night, resting upright near his dorm room door. Heels didnât sound like the most practical to sneak out of a dorm with, so you instead opted to grappling them by the straps and carrying them at your side. Hair a mess, outfit riddled with wrinkles and makeup smudged under your eyes, you stood before Nathan in all your glory. He stared at you for a long, odd moment- and you for some reason felt exposed, or even, shy.Â
âWhat?â You ask expectantly, placing a hand on your hip.Â
His eyes trail to your line of vision. He shakes his head. âJust thinking about how now you really do look like my morning after.â
âYeah?â You hummed. âFind it hard to believe you get a lot of those.â
Nathan shoots you a suggestive glance. âYouâd be surprised. Everyone wants a piece of Prescott.â
Surely, he was joking, or maybe he wasnât, but you⌠Didnât like hearing that. It made your stomach feel odd, uncomfortably heavy. As he stood up, reminding you how many inches he had over your size, you swallowed and cleared your throat to flush out that crappy feeling. âWell,â you started, mood having dropped. âIâm gonna go, then.âÂ
âWhat got your panties in a twist all the sudden?â He asked, raising a brow and pulling some clothes from his closet, tossing them onto the bed.
The bed you two had shared.
You hated the idea of his morning afters- whoever they may be.Â
âNot feeling great. Probably a side effect of the roofies.â You mumbled.
Nathan breathed a laugh. âProbably.â
He seemed so calm, right now. Perhaps due to it being so early, before the outside world had a chance to remind him just why he was so uptight all the tight. Before he needed to be so uptight all the time. He really did have so many versions of himself- all of whom you were slowly becoming familiar with. Compared to the person youâd believed him to be before your run ins, youâd never have assumed someone so dangerous could be so soft as last night, as this morning. In the beginning, youâd feared him. Avoided him like a plague, or a wild animal. Even when you were enraptured in the existence of him, you still wanted to keep away. Youâd never have believed someone like you could wake up clutched to his chest, as though he were afraid if he released you, youâd be gone long before he woke.Â
Then, a sudden thought struck your mind.Â
Heâd held you so tight. Heâd welcomed you in the morning. No anger, no annoyance. His soft laugh at your banter and taunts. How your heels were standing upright instead of tossed haphazardly into some random corner, where heâd watch your struggle to find.Â
How heâd stayed awake to ensure your sleep.
âSo are you just gonna stand there?â Nathan called you back to reality, hands gripping the hems of his shirt. âI gotta get ready and you need to wash up so you donât look like a five dollar stripper.â Cruel words, but with absolutely no bite. You rolled your eyes.
âYeah. But, hey,â You started. âThank you for last night.âÂ
âYeah, yeah. You gotta start learning to watch your own back.â He says. âThereâs gonna be times I wonât be there to drag your ass out of the fire.â
If youâd been charged, if youâd been stricken with a strange defensiveness, youâd have retorted, âthan stop helping meâ, but⌠Instead you allowed yourself the comfort of protection. You allowed Nathan Prescott to watch you. Â
âI know,â You reached for the door. âThank you.â
With that, you bounded out of the dorm silent as a mouse.Â
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In hindsight, you should have left earlier. Class was merely 15 minutes away when you slipped out of Nathan's room and bounded towards the women's dorm. Albeit not exactly a long walk, by the time you discreetly snuck back into your own dorm, you had roughly twenty minutes to somehow pick an outfit from your countless unopened boxes and make yourself even slightly presentable.Â
Wiping off whatever make-up you could get and reapplying it, brushing out the tangles of your hair and nearly tearing off your scalp in the process, scattering your nightclothes over your floor and managing to scrounge out a semi-decent outfit for the day⌠You still looked a mess. If the mirror could laugh, it would have. Black mascara smudges under your eyes and frizzy untreated hair. What a lovely look.Â
Youâd made it to class just five minutes late, but those five minutes were all it took for all eyes to be on you as you tried to slide into the classroom unnoticed. A couple classmates whispered to their table mates as you passed by, smelling of oversaturated cherry blossom perfume to hopefully cover the scent of alcohol. You sauntered to your seat and sank down with all your weight, suddenly exhausted. Youâd made it with just five minutes tainting your record of attendance. The teacher greeted you with a disappointed sigh, and thus, the day began.Â
But, it was so hard to focus. All you could think about was Nathan.Â
âAlright class, who can tell me,â A board stick clacks against the chalkboard. âWho can answer problem four?âÂ
You lowered your head.Â
âAh, how about, ___?â
You snaked back into reality, blinking up at the chalk board that was somehow already riddled with math equations. Since you hadnât been paying attention even in the slightest, your mouth gaped wide open, eyes scanning for something you understood even slightly so you didnât look like a total idiot.Â
Sadly, you were out of luck. The teacher shook his head. âIâm shocked,â He said. âYou're normally so on top of things. Oh well.â
âOh, Iâm sure she was on top of things,â A female voice sniggered behind you âLast night.â
Your face flushed a red, hot, ruby. What the hell was she talking about? How had they found out you were with Nathan? You were so sure of being sneaky, there was no way-
âHer and Tate totally got it on last night.â
You whipped around in your seat, facing girls who looked to be clones of some sort. Both with the same dark eyes, short brown hair, and freckles. âWhat?â
âAlright-â Your teacher blurted. âThat's enough. April, May, enough. Letâs not discuss things outside of the classroom.â
The two girls batted their eyes. âSorry sir.â One spoke, twirling a hand through her hair. Her sister's wide toothy grin never fumbled.Â
âBack to it then. Kate, can you help out __ with number four?âÂ
The small, blonde girl nodded quickly, brushing a lock of hair behind her eyes and offering an empathic nod.Â
As you turned around in your seat, her answer fell on deaf ears. Your heart was racing in your chest, hands balled into fists while you stared ahead blankly. Â
They couldnât seriously think that you chose to leave with Tate, could they? Surely someone must have seen the state you were in. Someone other than Nathan.
The clock ticks forward but time feels like it's passing almost unnaturally slow. With just 10 minutes left, you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket.
âNathan: consider ur favor officially returnedÂ
Your tongue poked from your lips, the tiniest of smiles taking over your once sullen features. Terrible thoughts and worries flew out the window while you type back, âdamn. here i was gonna to ask you to do a backflip off the roof with me. there goes my plans.â
Nathan types for a moment. Typing, stopping, typing again.Â
âNathan: soundz like a blast. where and when?â
A small blush heats your cheeks. âvery funny. thanks to last night i have an entire 24 hour session of studying to catch up with.â
His response is almost instant. âNathan: boringgg. txt me when ur fun.â
Rolling your eyes, you shove your phone back into your pocket. It seems youâve been able to secure enough of a friendship with him for some mindless banter even outside your little visits. You smile. Heâs⌠Fun to talk to. Surprisingly.Â
Class comes to an end and you start to pack up the books and papers youâd hardly even glanced at the whole period. Whatever had been upsetting you before is lost in your mind while you think of the morning, the night before. All the things in-between. But, your happiness doesnât last long. As you get up, youâre almost forced right back into your seat as a weight shoves into your shoulder. Your books scatter to the floor. April, the one whoâd remarked about you earlier, glares at you in what looks to be disgust.Â
âCareful April,â Her sister hums as she saunters past you, keeping distance and raising her already shrill tone of voice. âMight wanna watch where youâre walking- Iâd hate for you to catch something from this slut.â
You absolutely gawk at her. âWhat the fuck did you just say to me?â
April scoffs. âOh come on, like everyone doesnât know what you were up to last night.â
âSleeping around isnât a good color on you.â May hikes her bag over her shoulder and snickers at you. They both leave the class together, sickeningly in sync. Youâre left stunned where you stand, unsure how the hell your life came to this so quickly. How youâve stooped so low that the daughters of the world's most uncreative parents are able to bully you based on something that didnât even happen.
Next class goes no better. The person to your right, a jockey looking brunette guy, asks, âhave you ever heard of a Tate?â. You say no, that thatâs the dumbest name youâve ever heard. The idiot grins and goes back to marking down likely wrong answers on his test sheet and you debate kicking the leg of his chair out- but you donât to avoid even more eyes on you. It makes you sick to your stomach- even more than recovering from the roofies does. How can everyone believe it? You barely even knew the guy and you were clearly uncomfortable with his advances. No one saw that?Â
After everything youâd worked for to build a reputation, trying so hard to not call out peoples shit for the sake of seeming friendly, tainted over something that didnât even happen? And the kicker was that it hadnât even been your fault! Heâd drugged you, heâd have taken advantage of you! Yet you were the bad person?Â
Class came and went in the blink of an eye this time. Your mind wrapped up in the situation, your stomach churning. You wanted the day to be over with but you still had 4 more classes to suffer through. Why was this happening to you? Was Tate being treated just as horribly, or was he getting pats on the backs of his unaware friends?
Wandering down the halls to your locker, you noticed Lance and Kaz hanging around one of the drinking fountains. Your nerves quelled- your friends would surely make you feel much better. Especially since they had witnessed how awful you were feeling as you left. You approach with a relieved smile, ready to say your truth and finally have someone on your side.
âHey guys.â You smile, but Lance looks down at his feet while Kaz places her hands to his hips. Your smile fades.
âYou could have told us you were gonna spend the night with Tate,â Kaz snaps. âYou didnât need to lie like that just to leave. We were all worried about you and it was for nothing.â
âWhat?â You feel like you could cry. âNo, Kaz, I really did try to leave. Tate tried to drug me and take me home, and-â
âHe wouldnât do that.â Lance interrupts, with a frown. He looks back down at the floor with knitted brows. âIâve known Tate since before time. He wouldn't do something like that, especially not to one of my best friends. Plus he told me he was really into you. Why would he even try?â
âAre you serious?â You sputter. âYou think Iâd lie about something like that?â
âYouâve been lying about all sorts of things!â Kaz huffs. âWhatâs going on with you lately? Youâve been so distant, and secretive. What are you hiding thatâs making you lie like this? Weâre supposed to be your friends and then you lie to our faces just to go and fuck the first guy that shows you attention.â
âWhatâŚ?â It was like acid. It was like the rug had been pulled from your feet sending you spiraling down the unending cliff. Kaz, your best friend, all that venom. How could they turn against you like this? What the hell is going on? You felt your throat tighten. âLook, Iâm sorry if Iâve been distant, but Iâm not lying to you, I-â
âWe gotta go.â Lance isnât in the mood to hear it. âWeâll catch up to you.. Some other time.â
Kaz says nothing as she pushes past you. Lance, at least, spares a short glance over his shoulder. You stood there alone in the hallway, your bag falling off your shoulder and clattering onto the floor with a thud echoing off the walls. Everything you had, all gone at once.Â
No one believed you.
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With nowhere to go where you felt like you could truly allow yourself to process the day's events, you went to the only place you knew.Â
Just outside of campus, where rocks lined the edge of the boundary, overlooking the outskirts of the town and the ocean stretching as far as the eye could see. You settled yourself there, staring at the vast waters and wondering how this had all happened. Unlucky didnât even begin to cover how it felt. Not only did you feel violated with Tate attempting to do unthinkable things with your unconscious body, but you also felt alone, and walked on. Your best friends hadnât believed you. While Lance seemed saddened, Kaz was so⌠Angry. Her words cut like knives into your skin.Â
It wasnât fair. It wasnât fair. You didnât deserve this.
You want to talk to Nathan, but knowing him, heâd see your state and bounce instantly. After all, this isnât exactly very fun of you.
As the sun began to fall, splaying orange and blues over the wide open sky, behind you, you could hear voices. A group of them, some male, some female. Memories of when your notebook had gotten snatched by those two horsed face assholes came flooding back and with all your alertness, you stood up, and decided that this sitting place was no longer safe. Nothing was.
Before you even made it ten feet away, the group had found their way to your spot and gotten comfortable, one of the girls cheering, âthisâll be our hangout! look at how pretty the view is!â
You took a short drive down the stretches of road and decided that if you were going to lament in your own sadness, you were at least going to do so in a place that had something to cover the sound of your tears. Plus a nice view.
The beach, littered with its picnic tables and the sounds of crashing waves would suffice just fine. So, you pulled in the desolate parking lot and wandered down the sandy shores until you stumbled upon a picnic table shaded by a large willow cascading lushious branches to block out the sun- a perfect canopy for you to wallow under.Â
You had nothing at that moment. No friends, no reputation, no one to believe your tragic tale. And now, youâd just lost the one spot that made you feel comfortable when stress was building into your body like concrete. Tears pricked into the corners of your eyes and you bit your lip, dreading that feeling of a lump in your throat. Why you? Everything had been going so well. How could not even a single person believe that Tate had tried to hurt you?
Well, actually, there was one person.
Of course Nathan believed you. Heâd been the one to rescue you, after all. Time and time again it seemed. How was it that even the ones closest to you would turn their back so fast, yet Nathan seemed to be there even when you didnât want him to be? Even when you yelled at him, and he yelled right back, fire and sparks falling into embers around the two of you.Â
In that moment, you almost felt like you could finally relate to him. A reputation based on lies and things out of your control, paired with a hardheaded attitude to try and combat all the assumptions.Â
No wonder he was so angry.Â
âHey bitch,â A voice suddenly called, and you had a split second moment where you were terrified of once again being the victim of a cruel prank or some classmates boredom. âHow about next time you have a pity party you donât fucking call me in the middle of it.â
You blinked away your tears and through the blurriness saw a figure coming towards you. All that sass, the tone...
âNathan?â You breathed. It only takes moments before heâs in front of you, holding his phone in view, seeing that the call that had been running for nearly ten minute. You flush in embarrassment, pulling your phone from your back pocket. âHow did that happen?â
âWell, can your ass dial numbers?â He taunts, ending the call.Â
âDamn it, dumb phone must have butt-dialed you. I knew I shouldâve gotten a different one.â You mentally kick yourself. âIt must have unlocked in my pocket.â
âYou donât have a password on your phone?â He taunts. When you shake your head, he whistles. âYou are just begging for a robbery. Iâll keep that in mind when Iâm in the mood to send random messages to all your buddies.âÂ
âFuck off.â You scowl, and he grins, hopping up on the picnic table next to you. The sun flatters his skin. Heâs almost glowing.Â
âSpeaking of buddies, how the hell did it pick my number out of your sea of friends?â
You shrug. âProbably cuzâ itâs a priority contact.âÂ
âOh lala, Iâve been upgraded to priority huh? Does it display a superman logo whenever you give it a ring?â
âNope. When I press call it rings the nearest asshole in my vicinity. The fact that itâs you is your own problem.â
âHaha, fucking ha.â He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees. He stares out at the water, watching waves pull and crash onto the beach. Itâs almost beautiful, until he ruins it. âYknow, youâre a really ugly crier.â
âWow, thanks.â You shake your head. âThat's exactly what I needed to hear right now. Why did you even stay on the line?.â Wiping your eyes, you start to forget your tears. âCouldnât have been that wild of a conversation.â
Nathan shrugs. âBetween the crying and the sound of the waves it was pretty nice.â He grins. âVery educational.âÂ
âAwesome. Glad I was able to make your day.â It doesnât feel like your usual bitey remarks. Youâre tired, youâre still a little hurt and you canât stop thinking about how such an amazing morning had turned into such a horrible day.
âSo whatâs got you all fucked up? Never seen you act like this big of a baby before.â
âNothing. You already paid off your debt to me per this morning, so feel free to resume our regularly scheduled mutual hatred.â You say, lying through your teeth. You know youâre both past the point of hatred, but youâre feeling jaded, you canât help it.Â
âOh shut the fuck up,â He groans. âI didnât drag my ass all the fucking way out to this shit hole of a beach just for you to give me that bullshit. What, did you fail a test? No one matched you on tinder?â
âEveryone thinks me and Tate slept together last night.â You blurt. âI think heâs telling people me and him had sex.â
Nathan tenses his shoulders and grimaces. âFucking werido.â
âI told my best friends that he tried to take advantage of me and they donât believe me. One of emâ even said he wouldnât do something like that.â
âFuck emâ. Who needs best friends.â
âAnd to make everything so much better, these two bitches that I share four of my classes with harassed me all goddamn day. I mean, fucks sake, how the hell are girls named April and May of all things able to get to me. Itâs bullshit. And to make matters worse, Tate is just⌠Getting away with it.â
âYeah well, something tells me that Tateâs gonna get a real nice fucking taste of medicine eventually. I just gotta find him first. Heâs got a lot of nerve spreading shit around given I knocked his ass onto the pavement.â Nathan brows knit at the memory.
You test the waters. âWhy would you do that for me?â
He seems caught off guard, or maybe, surprised that youâd ask. Maybe he thinks youâre both beyond that point. He grumbles, âWhy does it matter.â
âIâm just curious. We donât owe each other anything, remember?â
âYeah, well,â He huffs. âDonât ask me questions to shit I donât know the answer to.â
âYou say that an awful lot.â You tease.
âYeah well you ask dumbass questions an awful lot. Not everything I do has to have some weird ass motives behind it, ___. Maybe Iâve got beef with Tate thatâs outside of you.â
âUhuh. Sure.â Youâre about to say something else, when your phone lights up with a text. The display makes your heart fall all over again.Â
Unknown Number: you should just pack up and go somewhere else. no one wants stdâs from breathing your air xoxo
You donât even know who that is. Now absolute strangers are on your case. You want to throw your phone into the ocean and leave.
Nathan scoffs. âDonât even bat a fucking eye for that bitch, whoever the hell they are. Half the hoes youâve mentioned have slept with half the football team,â he pinches his jacket, âand I would know.â
âEw, Nathan,â You grimace, that same feeling from the morning returning. It feels, oddly, like jealousy. He nudges your arm with his elbow and grins playfully. Itâs cute.
âChill, Iâm just fucking with you. You gotta know even I wouldnât fuck girls that desperate. Iâm a man of class.â
That last comment actually forces a laugh from you. Itâs soft, but itâs real. The first laugh youâve genuinely had all day. âThatâs horrible.â You remark, giggling again.
It's almost like the slight restoration of your mood puts him at ease as well. He leans back on his hands and stares off into the ocean, those sparkling waters under the setting, orange sun. âIâm for real though. Those hoes arenât worth your time. One day when we blow this shithole of a town theyâre not even gonna matter.â
Your brows knit, eyes blinking up at him. Had you heard that right?Â
âWe?â You ask, perplexed, albeit a little⌠Hopeful.
Nathan sputters. âWell- Like, when everyoneâs older and-â
âYou know what, it's fine.â You interrupt. âFuck it. Youâre right. Weâre gonna blow this town and theyâre just gonna be some shitty memories.â
He sucks in a shaky breath. Youâve never heard him scramble like that, like heâs been unmasked. The look he casts you when you agree, when you donât tease or patronize and finally hop on the idea that yeah, what if the two of you really didnât have to deal with it anymore.
What if the two of you could just exist, without the anger.Â
You look up at him. âWould you actually do that though?â You start. âWith me, of all people?â
He swallows. His expression is tense, but heâs not upset. He appears nervous, caught off guard. Nathan tries, âI-â
Your phone rings. Shrill, piercing. Mood destroying.Â
âJesus Christ, itâs my mom.â You grab your phone and Nathan looks forward, stone faced and silent as you hop off the table and answer. Itâs your mother, who all but shouts into the phone that her and your father are taking a surprising visit to Arcadia Bay while theyâre traveling by on their vacation. She insists that you be ready in about an hour for dinner, and likely there will be family photos.Â
Which means if you still look as wrecked as you did this morning, youâre gonna have a lot of washing up to do. With a quick goodbye, a short and sweet, âlove youâ, you hang up and sigh.Â
âYou still tell your mom you love her?â He teases. âWhat are you, five?â
You frown. âYou donât tell your parents you love them?â
Nathan side eyes you, and just shrugs. It is all the answer you need, really, and for his sake you decide it wouldnât be best to press the issue. Not now. But- it still makes your heart hurt just a little. You wished that heâd had it better growing up.Â
âRight⌠Do you want a ride home?â
âFuck no, what am I,â He shoves his hands into his pockets. âa fucking girl scout?âÂ
âI was just offering, weirdo.â When he doesn't get up, you feel like youâre missing out. Like if you stayed, maybe, just maybe, youâd get to know him a little better. âHey, if you want, I can stay for a bit longer.â
He rolls his eyes. âYouâre needed elsewhere. But,â he shrugs. âI donât know. Fuckinâ... Text me or something. Or not, I donât care either way.â
Thereâs a small warmth in your chest that rises to your cheeks. He wants you to text him. âYeah,â You say. âIf Iâm feeling fun.â
And with that, you bid him farewell, beginning your descent to the parking lot.Â
âHey,â He calls, and you turn just in time to catch a small item heâs tossed right at you. A tiny key resides in the palm of your hand. âSpare. If shit hits the fan again-...â He shrugs, and actually looks away. âJust donât be too fucking loud of Iâll kick your ass out myself. No Madison needed.â
The widest grin plays over your lips. âIâm gonna re-decorate your room while youâre gone.â
âAh, you fucking better not.â He shouts. âActually- you know what, give it back.âÂ
âNo, no! Iâm sorry.â You play with the key between your fingers. âThanks for this.â
âYeah, whatever. Donât lose it and remember- emergencies only. I donât need you watching me sleep like fucking freak. Weâre past that stage.âÂ
âHow many times will I have to say I was never watching you. Christ⌠But, alright. See ya, then.â The key is heavy in your palm.Â
You place it into your pocket and give him one last glance before you take off, leaving him to enjoy the sound of waves, birds, and the absence of your tears.
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tuesday again 5/3/22
fucking doozy of a making section
listening: Pink Panther by Scene Queen. i have been awaiting this for some time bc she did a very sensible and well thought out social media campaign across literally every platform several months before this dropped, which is how i ran across it in the process of looking up things on tik tok for work. every fucking day my job gets harder and harder to explain unless you are also in this extremely specific entertainment/tech brainrot corner of capitalism.
anyway this is an EXTREMELY horny song i love it a lot. contains the lyrics âdonât call you know i canât answer/gettin pussy like the pink pantherâ. very early aughts! very ke$ha, very charlieâs angels, very D.E.B.S. if ANYONE else on this godforsaken gay nostalgia website has seen that movie.
there is in fact a very fun sample of the pink panther theme in this pop? metal? pop song with a headbanging interlude? song
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reading: fallow week
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watching: also fallow week
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playing: through an elaborate game of friend barter i have acquired a switch and breath of the wild. it is fucking hysterical to me how much this is just skyrim but good and how much genshin impact is just breath of the wild but with some tits and a lot of ass. itâs also screamingly funny to me that breath of the wild has made about a billion and a half since launch and genshin made 2.1B its first year. just on mobile. so much appetite for these kinds of games (big open world rpg-lite with puzzle solving and kind of grindy mob-based combat) but theyâre hysterically expensive to make.
said âoh fuck thatâs the guyâ out loud when i spotted prince sidon through the ol binocs, he does not have the personality or voice acting i was led to believe
im having a slightly frustrating time mostly bc i donât really have the hand dexterity to do combos and i didnât grow up with controllers. itâs easier to map things to separate keyboard keys, although mouse and keyboard is quite hard on the wrists. actually my problem is probably that itâs slightly more brainpower than i want to give to a game rn.
really looking forward to playing a bunch of visual novels in bed this winter. maximum coze
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making: im extremely stressed due to a combination of work and life and not balancing them very well lately. so im buying a bunch of house shit bc it is college grad season so half the people in this area are going home or otherwise moving and looking to ditch their shit.
the first and most important thing is that a new evil lair has been rented. this will be the first place where i am the only one on the lease and it comes unfurnished. i will be slowly moving in, as i did last year, bc this current above-the-second-floor apartmentâs stairs are quite bad for the knees. hopefully everything i can pick up by myself will (at minimum) be in a storage unit by the time my sister comes up memorial day weekend to help me move things that donât fit in my car. the tuesdayposts may be a little light on content for the next four to six weeks.
i am annoyed i have to pay double rent for a month and a half, and i am annoyed i spent a bunch of money in march for some shit that was Extremely specific to making this apartment nicer (like idk iâm gonna need an eight foot ladder in the new place, which was not built in the 1800s and has somewhat low ceilings and way fewer windows, also there isnât really a good place to put my swiss dot and pom pom trim cafe curtains :(
anyway here are some objects and very few pictures of things i acquired last week from paying attention to craigslist curb alerts: huge pile of frames, a milk glass object, and this floor lamp. which i think is brass plated and desperately needs a new shade. project for future kay. maybe iâll get really into lampshades next who knows. my new living room has no good ceiling light so between this and the big green lamp and i guess the plant lights thatâll have to do it
disGOSTang. v excited to get that weird shellac and all that grime off.
some objects i acquired from a moving sale but have no pics of bc they Immediately went into the storage unit: microwave, another little pyrex strage container (glass lid!), a cool vase, a brass vase holder thing, a campaign dresser/nightstand thing that is mostly made out of real wood (may hold out for a 1920s style waterfall dresser with the rounded nose, bc i fear with the brass bed AND a campaign dresser my bedroom may look a little too apartment therapy)
âkay whatâs the deal with you and brass?â
well
i feel like brass implies that at least some minimum baseline of thought and effort has been put into an object. i like how mellow and warm it looks. i think itâs an easier finish to decorate around than steel or âoiled bronzeâ which is usually just treated steel but we donât have time to get into that. i also like how it leans industrial without going full steampunk. also i hate trying to clean verdigris without ruining it.
also hereâs a good post about recreational labor from tumblr user hellenhighwater that made something in my brain go âpingâ
#tuesday again#tuesday again no problem#didn't proofread this one even a little bit#you may be asking: wait kay you proofread these? when i have time yeah but yeah i do fewer clarity edits than i really need probably
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How RE Village (8) SOLVED almost every problem that I had with RE Series
Okay - a few weeks ago I made a post that was âThe ones that suffer the mostâ where I showed and explained my main problems with Chris and Jill and the RE series in generalÂ
RE 1 is my fav game of this series and probably one of my all time favs, I player every RE there is to be played except 4 (because I dislike Leon, sry)Â
Recently, specially after 4, the franchise had a few problems, specially in writing/map design/loreÂ
Resident evil 5 for example (I love this game) but it has it flaws, Chris there is only driven by anger and action - Sheva is used as a tool for lore exposition and to be Chrisâs new partnerÂ
PLEASE: be aware that game at that generation didnât have much lore - with some exceptions, like God of War 1 2 3 were a simply game with a simple lore, and the most recent GoW has evolved a little bit in the storytelling
Until we hit rock bottom in RE6 - I know a lot of people like this game, but this is only and action game, bad writing and generic stages.Â
Chris there is so mistreated that makes me mad (if you want to read more about this go to my other post âthe ones that suffer the mostâ)
Until RE7 appeared, Capcom had a new engine and they wanted to do a game that was more horror like - since RE is know for being a Survival horror game.
I liked 7 - some people complained about Ethan being without emotion and others complained about the mold, a few didnât like the FEAR vibes from Eveline.Â
I personally enjoyed the game, I thought RE series was going back on track, that game has itâs problems but it was really nice compared to what we had in 6.
After that game I had a conversation with my best friend and I said that I wanted a game that portrayed Umbrellaâs fall since the only game that shows this is Umbrellas Chronicles (and that is most a resume of what happened)
And I said:Â âBro, I wish that when they made that game, they could tie some mythological lore and human evolution before Umbrella - using Spencer, this would solve LOT OF STUFF and open new ways to handle this seriesâ
and guess what - this happened in RE8 and kudos to the one writer that did that, i have my gratitude.Â
RESIDENT EVIL 8 is probably one of the BEST RE games that we had IN YEARS
And I want to address all thing that I loved in this game and do some predictions to what will happen in the next games.
âWELL WELL IF IT ISNâT ETHAN WINTERSâ (The Father of the year)
My father was not a great guy... really, so I want to be the best dad ever, I really want be like Ethan - a guy who is ready to sacrifice and fight every monster in the way to save my family.Â
Ethan was a character that in RE7 was used to make us fell like that it was us in the Bakerâs house, so that is why he didnât had that much personality (in my opinion) but they changed that in RE8, here he has nice dialogues AND a diaryÂ
He has one of the best story line in the whole REverse, a guy that did EVERYTHING in his power to save his daughter - and you saw that playing the game, every sentence line that he delivered, he tried to save others too and even tho Chris said to him stay put ... but he couldnât, he had to go to the altar, he had to help Chris, he had to go forward and keep going, specially after having the tools to face Heisenberg.Â
The plea from a father, that was his last wish, after he heard that Mia was alive he knew that someone had to stop that monster, he made a promise to his daughter âDaddy wonât let those weird fairy tale monsters get youâ so he trusted Chris, to be the one that teaches his kid how to be brave and strong
I will not address Chris and Rose situation here because this is Ethans part and he deserves completely all the spotlight, his sacrifice was 100x times better than Steve (CV)/Piers(6)
My cheers to Ethan Winters - You have my respect !
Revelations -> RE8Â
So leaks from earlier times said that RE8 sucked and Revelations 3 was amazing
Revelations FYI is know for using old tales in RE storiesÂ
Revelations 1 - Danteâs InfernoÂ
Revelations 2 - Frans KafkaÂ
Revelations 3 - DraculaÂ
But since RE8 sucked, Capcom said to the REV3 team that they could make REV3 become RE8 and they acceptedÂ
Revelations series is one of the best in the games, they handle Jill in a way that I love, Claire and even Barry - so they deserve all the spotlight for making this awesome game - you CLEARLY can see that they love this series and that they treat all the characters with the love that they deserve.Â
Keeping that in mind, they are the same team that made Rev 2 and in REV 2 we have this file hereÂ

So they had a plan for Jill and we can see that in RE8 - I will address that later but keep that in mind - this team cares for the old characters, they were the ones that brought Barry back to the games :VÂ
Chris RedfieldÂ
This is a hard one, because he is my fav character and I usually have the most critics regard him, since Iâve expect a lot from CapcomÂ
In the latest games they made him kind dumb, only muscles type of guy and an alcoholic that let all the people in his surroundings die (RE5,RE6,Vendetta)Â
RE6 treats him the WORST
But in RE8 he had an amazing part in the storyline, it was obvious that he wasnât evil and they FIXED HIS EYE COLOR - FINALLYÂ
I still donât like the model face that much but itâs way better than 7 - so I believe Capcom, I still feel that he need more jawlineÂ
But letâs go to the most important thing - here he really feels like a squad leader and a veteran, he has his team but he is the one in the front line, he covers and ask for help when he needs, everything about his line delivery makes you feel like âWoah, this guy is a badass, he is not some stupid guy only driven by emotionsâ
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR FINALLY GETTING THIS RIGHTÂ
If you remember my post about the ones that suffer the most / Jill is also in that list and I will talk about her a little bit later but if my guess is right RE8 saved her character aswell
Another thing that I enjoyed here is the fact that he is kind of a mercenary / Neo Umbrella kind of guy, even tho he is one of the founders of the BSAA
So I will give you all my score to this game:Â
9/10
I wonât give 10/10 because of some technical issues, the cursor lock didnât work and mouse sensitivity was i dunno, not the best.Â
RE8 and the future (PREDICTIONS)Â - Jill Valentine, Chris Redfield, BSAA, Neo Umbrella, Ada Wong and Rosemary
First letâs look Rose
The first time I saw Rose all grown up - I thought to myself : She has the same problem as Eveline (age a lot faster than normal)Â
But she also absorbed Mirandaâs power since the metalicite (something like this) thought that she was a better host. - so maybe she will live longer or something because I doubt that they will do a 14 years time skip.Â
This is not the same as Terra Save logo (Claireâs job) but it kind reminds me of it - her shoes appeared at least 3 times in this cut scene so maybe they are trying to show some hints with thisÂ
She really reminds me of Jodie (Beyond two souls, a game where a girl has a lot of power and the gov uses her in missions and stuff, but she also is learning how to be her own person)Â
Another thing here is that they donât have a logo in this car, it really reminds me the car that Chris as using in RE8Â
This supports the theory that Chrisâs organization is dealing with her instead of the BSAA, the she is a hot headed girl and that she had a lot of powers.Â
So here you can say that she is just a kid because she is a teenager, but what if she actually grows older really fast (like Eveline) maybe this is just 1 year later / 2 yrs later. (after RE8)
So this is the tricky part, this is Chrisâs guard/soldier, someone that Chris trust to stand by her side, in my mind I do believe that Chris is kind of a father figure to her, so when this guys says this he is thinking about hot head Chris but she replies âYeahâ thinking about Ethan - (she has the mold memories, so she can actually remember Ethanâs memories)Â
Now letâs look at thisÂ
BSAAÂ
So in REV1 is hinted that BSAA is not the best organization in the world, but since our heroes work there we think that they are the good guys right ?Â
In REV 2 (itâs important to remember that the team that created RE8 is the same from the REVELATIONS and they had this file here in REV2)
This email is from Jill and what does Jill have ? T-VirusÂ
Wesker is a different case since he was a project and she had the vaccine but this would make a lot of sense if they had this tests with Jill to get the T-Virus
If that is the case, they explained Jillâs absence in the main games, could even explain why Chris left BSAA and opened a new window to a lot of possibilitiesÂ
My Predictions:Â
- Chris had trouble dealing with BSAA and Jillâs case, he wanted to get her out of there, maybe he removed her from there but that resulted in him being expelled from the force
-Jill may or may not know what they are doing with her blood, but she will have a huge part in the BOW used by BSAAÂ
-Chris is married to Jill (sorry- I had to place this here, in a perfect world he has two kids with her and they all love aunt Rose)Â
-Chris will hopefully be a father figure to Rose and they will be in a game together since in the end they came to get her
-Rebecca is still involved in BSAA activities (leak from new REV3) if you consider Vendetta canon, she maybe the one that used Jillâs sample of blood to create the virus soldiers
-Barry maybe retiredÂ
-I donât think Leon will be in this game, but he will get his RE4 RmkÂ
- I do believe RE9 will be release after Code veronica rmk and MAYBE they will do a game about Umbrellaâs Fall (Chris and Jill in Europe against Red Queen and BOWs)Â
But that is it, you can see a lot of elements from old RE games in RE8, they tried to do something really smart and the game felt amazing to play, that was something else and itâs been a while since a player a RE game that made me feel that way <3
#resident evil#resident#evil#village#re8#chris#dad#redfield#rosemary winters#rose#mia winters#ethan winters#re9#predictions#jill valentine#valenfield#Rebecca Chambers#t virus#umbrella#code veronica#claire redfield#bsaa#miranda
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Watching Mr and Mrs Smith
Huh, they're being interviewed
I love her correcting him on how many years they've been together.đ
Uh-oh, if you're alone you're not safe.
Guess I'm dangerous *finger guns*
SHE HAS A WEAPON!
*explosions* "I'm Jane." "I'm John." đ
FIREEEEE! Oh good, they're dancing. Annnnnnd They've had sex.
How did they get the sheet to start up like a dress? I could never do that.
Her missing on purpose with the gun game and then him getting them all, now her competitive side has come out
YEAH YOU SHOW HIM HOW IT'S DONE, JANE!
"Beginners luck." XD
I love her đ
FIVE OR SIX YEARS LATER
THEY'RE GONNA CRASH! THE DRIVEWAY ISN'T WIDE ENOUGH!
They're fine.
*Watching them drive in separate directions* You can go your own wayyyyyyyyy! Go your own wayyyy
Oh, I low-key thought that black haired dude was gonna show up and Jane was gonna kil him, since they showed him in the office scene before.
John probably thinks she's the perfect housewife đ
She fought a dude for curtains? Oh I wish I were a fly on the wall at the store to see that.đ
"If you don't like them we can take em back." "Okay, I don't like them." "You'll get used to them." I'm with her dude.
HOW CAN SHE BALANCE LIKE THAT ON CHAIR WHILE IN HEELS?
Her not turning the light off and then saying 5 more minutes, brings back memories of being a little kid sharing a room with my sister who liked to read with the light on until lateđ
That therapist is not helpful.
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, that's quite the ensemble to wear if she's dealing with someone who crashed a car. In a hotel room. And I suppose those handcuffs are because she's gonna arrest them?
John, I feel you lack subtlety.
Oh ok, not bad, but damn dude, those bros were just trying to play some games and you gotta be a party killer? Damn.
They really made her a dominatrix to kill her dude, but John got to play a game of poker to get his? Come on!
Oh my god, she's like an adult Nanny McPhee. I wanna purse like that.
Jane is me whenever I'm asked to hold a baby.
Damn, John really meant what he said about where he keeps his stuff.
I want that oven in my future kitchen. Fully equipped with those weapons.
Eddie listing the perks of living with his mom is so funny. đ
FINALLY! We're getting to see some action of where they work!
JANE RUNS THE SHOW FOR WHERE SHE WORKS? YES!!
"Oh look, more desert." Mood.
Ok damn, she's really doing quite awesome with her stakeout point.đ
John is very much an idot.
OH SHIT SHE SHOT HIM
OH SHIT HE SHOT HER
You definitely should not be allowed to buy those things.
Jane is pissed.
Why did I think Father was actually her dad calling cause he was worried?đ
HE KNOWS!
SHE KNOWS!
He hid the knife only for her to come back with an even bigger one, he's panicking slightly.
She has another!
She is way better at being calmer than he is, he looks like a nervous mouse
She tried something new, I think he thinks she poisoned him XD
Oh no, the wine slipped!
Dude can't possibly catch up to her car
Hopefully he'll pay to have that fence fixed.
Annnnnnnnd he shot the windshield, that can not end well for him
Dude, do not run into the street to say it was an accident, thus putting yourself in the path of your angry wife.
Honestly? Can't even disagree with her decision to hit him with her car, dude has no self-preservation.
And he broke into the car, so she jumped outđ
Eddie, tho stupid, is hilarious.
Men are idiots.
Eddie has such a way of cheering a friend up.âşď¸
GIRL YOU LOVE HIM, OTHERWISE HE'D ALREADY BE DEAD
The garden party looks like fun
John really took a neighbor as a human shield
THEY TOOK HIS WEAPON STASHđ
He's in the vents!
I want that gun thing, it could be fun
Oooooooo they like each other!
Eddie really is funny
OH GOD THE ELEVATOR
IT BLEW UP
BUT SHE LOVED HIM
He's sulking đ
I mean I guess I would be too if I was him
Aw, she's crying a single tear
and he's there
They're at the place he proposed đ
They're disarming each other while they dance, I want that
He tried to blow her up?!
Oh it's ok, she tried the same.
I ship them so hard.
She hit his car so she could get into the drive first đ Whata mood
And Jane's taken the house as her baseđ
That poor house
The music đ
"Who's your daddy now?" đ
I LOVE THAT SHE SLAPPED HIM AFTER THE SEX SCENE
The neighbors at the door đ
Oh shit, people are after them now
That is not good
Yeah John, why does she get the girl gun?
Much better
Yeah, steal the car from the Colemans!
I would react the same way as Jane if I found out the person I was married to was married before and didn't tell me
"What's her name and social security number?" "No, you're not gonna kill her." đ
She hired a dude to pretend to be her dad omg
Also it's so funny that she never cooked anything đ
Eddie getting rude about Jane and then her popping upđ
They're matching outfits tho *chef's kiss*
Oh John is feeling funny cause his wife's body count is way higher than his!
"Who are you people?!" I love that they're bickering and Benjamin is in the background đ
OH MY GOD IT WAS A TRAP AL ALONG?!
John: "This is a really good store."
Jane: *glares*
They're adorable
She threw a knife and it hit him in the thigh đ
The elevator music is so cheerful đ
Oh shit, Jane fell from the celling!
They've both been shot!
I swear if this movie ends with them both dying I'm gonna be pissed.
Oh thank goodness, they're wearing bulletproof vests
Me: *singing* "When I am with you there's no place I'd rather be no no no no!"
Oh my god, they're in therapy again đ
They redid the house, the poor neighbors đ bet they left the Smiths alone tho!
What a fantastic movie, was pretty worried it would be meh, but it was good!
And in conclusion, if I wasn't already thirsting for Angelina Jolie, I am now.
#TheSevenWondersOfAWitch watches#mr and mrs smith#angelina jolie#brad pitt#jane smith#john smith#my thoughts#movies#early 2000s#thesevenwondersofawitch#hitmen#hitwoman#hitwomen#hitman#assassin's#2000s movies#Mr and Mrs Smith 2005#angelina jolie movies#brad pit movies
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bts | roses chapter two
word count:Â 1.8k words
pairing: bts x reader
synopsis: y/n is a member of the seoul behavioral analysis unit. usually, sheâs the cat in the typical game of cat and mouse played with the criminals they catch, but when a mysterious string of murders has her on edge, she discovers sheâs caught the attention of one of a dangerous criminal â and heâs determined to make her pay for it.
or, not all attention is the good kind.
genre: horror, angst
warnings: yandere themes, descriptions of gore, descriptions of violence, murder, the reader carries a gun because they need to defend themself against bad guys, guns, manipulation, victim blaming, this is overall just a very dark fic
authorâs note: iâm sorry this isnât as long as the other chapters but when i cut the fic into different parts i didnât split it evenly sksks. like before, the âterms used throughout this ficâ section of the masterlist was updated to include terms in this chapter. if you have any questions, please donât hesitate to shoot me an ask or dm, or just let me know your thoughts! i would be happy to explain things to you, and i would also love to hear your feedback or who you think is suspicious. as always, adhere to the warnings and do not read if any of those things trigger you.
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âAre you sure you didnât see anyone?â
Hoseok sits beside you as officers swarm the small hotel room and the hallway outside it, dusting for fingerprints, searching for any traces of the person who left the letter outside your room.
âNo, I didnât,â you reply, twisting your hands anxiously. âThey knocked and I spilled some of my dinner, and by the time I cleaned it up and got to the door the hallway was empty.â
Hoseok nods, thoughtful. âWeâll get the hotel to pull up security footage.â
You both sit in silence, your thoughts swarming. You hope that Hoseok doesnât ask why you spilled your food. Even though you know he wonât judge you, you still feel the need to present yourself as unphased by this case as the rest of your team. Admitting that you were startled because you had been so wrapped up in sentimentality would be a sign of weakness, and as a female NIS agent you know you canât afford to show any of it.
âWhereâs Namjoon?â You finally ask, voice cutting through the awkward silence that had settled around you.
âHeâs back at the station already, adding this to the case notes.â
âYou let him know what was happening?â You ask.
Hoseok had been the first to burst down your door, his room sharing a wall with yours and your voice having pierced through the thin wood. The rest of your team followed shortly after, local law enforcement arriving moments after that to process the scene.
âJin did, heâs in the hallway now.â Hoseok jerks his head in the direction of the open door. Just around the corner of what you can see is where you assume Jin is. If you strain, you can hear his voice, speaking rapidly as he barks out orders to the officers around him.
You nod, bouncing your leg anxiously.
âHey, itâll be okay, Y/N,â Hoseok murmurs, giving you a gentle smile and leaning forward to hug you. He wraps his arms around you, enveloping you in his warmth and the soothing comfort he provides. âWeâll catch the criminal, just like we always do.â
You both remain like this for a moment before you pull away. âIâm okay, really,â you say, flashing Hoseok a smile that you hope is more reassuring than you sound. You force the fear and anxiety twisting inside you aside, refusing to let Hoseok see how shaken up you are.
As if sensing this, Hoseok searches your gaze. You force yourself to remain still, forcing the emotions that Hoseok will expect to see into your expression. Collectedness. Unbotheredness.
Hoseok hums as he drags his eyes away from yours, pushing himself to his feet.
âWell, Iâm glad youâre okay, Y/N,â he says after another moment of pause.
He smiles again, but this time something dark flashes across his gaze. It passes so quickly youâre sure that with your paranoia you imagined it, and you ignore the way Hoseokâs words settle wrongly in your gut, the way that nothing feels right anymore.
âDetective Yeosang.â
You nod your head in greeting at the new detective, quickly shaking his hand and observing the empty lot around you. You cock your head to the side as you snap on a pair of blue gloves, raking your gaze over the Incheon detective.
âWhereâs Detective Jaehyun?â
Yeosang gives you a tight smile, voice strained as he says, âDetective Jaehyun was removed from the case this morning for hindering an official investigation. SSA Namjoon was kind enough not to press federal charges against him, but he was still removed.â
You arch an eyebrow at the news, mildly surprised. You hadnât been informed Jaehyun was taken off the case when your team had assembled that morning, Namjoon assigning everyone a task for the day. You wrack your brain, attempting to remember if you had seen the detective at all that morning, but you come up dry.
âWhat do you have on the vic?â
Your partner Jinâs voice pushes you out of your thoughts and you force yourself back to the present, returning to your mental crime scene analysis.
âThe victim was found around eight this morning by a delivery truck who usually drops food off for one of the local bakeries.â
Yeosang motions for you and Jin to follow him and you do, trailing the detective as he leads you to a narrow brick alley at the edge of the lot. He steps to the side as you and Jin study the alley. The familiar scent of copper and rose makes your throat dry as your mind flashes back to your hotel room, but you close your eyes and exhale, forcing your pulse to slow down and pushing the memory into the recesses of your mind.
âThere are more stab wounds than last time,â Jin points out, pointing to the victimâs chest and thighs. âThe amount of blood signifies she was killed here.â Jin points to the victimâs head. âTheir hair isnât even black.â
âSo the unsub is devolving,â you muse aloud. âSomeone or something must have triggered him.â
Jin hums in agreement. âWith how deep the stab wounds are, you would almost think that this was a different unsub than the other crimes.â
âWhat do you mean?â Yeosang asks, frowning. âWe have two killers on our hands?â
âDoubtful,â you answer. âWhen an unsub devolves, they grow sloppier, leaving behind evidence they usually wouldnât have or changing parts of their MO. In this case, the stabbing and rose are consistent, but the finer details such as the lambâs blood are missing.â
âWhat would cause something like that?â Yeosang says, voice raising slightly.
âMaybe something in the unsubâs life went wrong,â Jin suggests, standing and crossing his arms. âA rejection, a loss, maybe. This means that theyâll be sloppier and keep leaving clues that hopefully we can trace back to them.â
âSo we just have to wait for him to keep killing until he leads us to him?â Yeosang demands, disbelief and frustration evident in his tone.
âOf course not,â Jin says evenly, despite Yeosangâs rising hysteria. âIf you detectives were so worried about the lives of your people, maybe you should have shared all of the evidence in the case with us from early on.â
âThat was Detective Jaehyunâs call, not mine,â Yeosang grits out, hands clenched into fists. âI donât appreciate what youâre implying, Agent Seokjin.â
âIâm not implying anything.â
Jinâs face is cold, tone apathetic as he addresses Yeosang. He arches an eyebrow coldly, continuing, âIâm just saying that maybe if the NIS had all of the facts for this case, we might have been able to find something by now.â
Yeosang sputters, and Jin turns away, already refocusing his attention back on the body. You give the steaming detective a sympathetic smile, bending to pick up the flower resting in the victimâs hands when your skin pricks as though it has been stabbed by the roseâs thorns. You immediately stand and whirl around, but aside from familiar police vehicles and officers, you are met with nothing. Yeosang gives you a questioning look, and you wave your hand dismissively. After another scan of the lot you turn back towards Jin, ignoring his concerned look.
Despite this, you canât shake the feeling of being watched.Â
âY/N.â
âNamjoon.â You nod at your teamâs leader as you pull out a plastic office chair, settling across from the aforementioned man.
âHow are you feeling?â
âOkay,â you admit, rubbing your hands against your legs soothingly. âA little spooked, but this isnât the first time one of us has received a note from one of our unsubs.â
âThatâs true,â Namjoon muses. He spins in his chair slowly, twisting enough that you hear the creak of his chair but not enough that his body ever completely turns away from you. He steeples his hands on the mahogany desk in front of him, case files spread across the wooden surface haphazardly.
After a moment, you clear your throat. âI heard that you forced Detective Jaehyun off of this case.â
âI did,â Namjoon says slowly. âHe was withholding information from this investigation.â
âI see,â you say, throat dry. Your body fills with nervous energy as you contemplate what to say. Namjoon speaks before you do.
âI was speaking with some of the other BAU members, and weâve all agreed that the unsub seems to be targeting you.â Namjoon smiles, but itâs devoid of any friendliness. âIâm sure youâve thought of it by now, right?â
You nod, unable to force yourself to speak, and Namjoon continues. âThe NIS Director caught word of the note that was sent to you last night, and he wants you off the case. Conflict of personal interest, he said.â
âIf this is about my ability to handle this case, I assure you that I can â â You say quickly.
âI know.â Namjoon says, holding up his hand and effectively silencing your protests. âWhich is why Iâm not taking you off this case. But going forward weâre going to need to be honest with each other, okay?â
Somehow, you know that Namjoon is speaking on a level that transcends your current conversation. With a growing sense of dread, you are aware that Namjoon knows that Jaehyun had told you about the notes. You briefly wonder how he knows, if Jaehyun ratted you out. You clench your fists, waiting for a reprimand similar to the one Namjoon most likely gave Jaehyun for not telling your team leader earlier.
It never comes.
You stare at Namjoon silently, unsure of what to say. Seconds stretch on between you. Finally you find strength within you to nod, and Namjoon smiles sharply.
âGood. Now tell me what you and Jin found at the crime scene earlier.â
You stare at the case files, your eyes drooping.
The rest of your team left long ago, hushed whispers and a few worried glances thrown your way. You ignored them, choosing instead to concentrate on the pictures of victims in front of you until your eyes burned tiredly. No matter how much you tried, you couldnât come up with anything linking the unsub to the victims. You feel so small, so unsure, and this makes everything you had been feeling towards the case worse.
Finally, you sigh, standing and gathering your things. You grab your phone, groaning as the time is reflected on the screen. Itâs too late to hail a cab, the method of transportation you had assured the rest of your team you could use to get back to the hotel when they had left earlier.
You idly scroll through your phoneâs app store, looking for a rideshare app that you can use to get back to your hotel and pushing open the precinctâs glass doors when your foot collides with something solid. You try to steady yourself, but itâs too late.Â
Your hands find purchase with something warm and sticky, and it takes a moment for you to gain your bearings. When you do, your eyes land on a foot. Your eyes follow it to a leg, and then up, up, and when your eyes finally focus on the owner of the foot you scream.
Itâs Taehyung.
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YOUR PROMPTS ARE OPEN!!!! đĽłđĽłđĽł im so excited this time has come! you know i'll probably send a few but for my first i'd like to request #'s 33 and 50 from the fluff prompts with my dear shifty, of course. mucho love 2 u!
A LITTLE PIECE OF HOME
Summary: Before your childhood friends Popeye and Shifty are shipped out, Popeye brings his new camera and decides to make some last minute memories.Â
Word-Count:Â 1.9kÂ
Prompts: âcan i keep it, the photo of us?â and âlook at me.â
A/N: pearl, my love, my life-HI! your little request was beyond fun to write! this piece is short and sweet in (hopefully) all the right places-anything for you! shifty is our sweet sunshine boy and it was a pleasure to write for you. i hope you request more prompts soon my love-thanks you for being there for me. your messages always brighten my day. i hope you enjoy âŁď¸â¨Â
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It was the perfect day outside. In Virginia, it felt like summer all year round. But today was different-it was absolutely gorgeous. The sun shined bright as the heat burned down on your exposed shoulders with the sun making your skin become pink. The day seemed too perfect for it to end so soon.
You, Darrell, and Robert had been friends since the three of you were in diapers. You all grew up in a small tight-knit town; living down the same dirt road that went for miles on end, going to the same Sunday church and packed diner for pancakes and milkshakes, walked all over the train tracks, the three of you were conjoined at the hip. Wherever they went, you went with them.
Robert was the one who brought the group together. In second grade, Robert and Darrell had been playing during recess one day and saw you, sitting all by yourself with tears coming out of your big eyes and your hair and dress all covered in dirt. Darrell saw you and ran over. He didnât know you, but he hated seeing other people sad-so not only were you crying, but Darrell burst into loud sobs, followed by Robert. When you had stopped crying, Darrell and Robert took you to their little play corner and got wet clothes, rubbing the dirt from your face. The boys in your school had been teasing you and kicked dirt in your direction, messing up the outfit your mama had made for you. While Darrell attempted to âmake you prettyâ again, he asked for your name and asked if you had any friends. Once you told him your name and that you had no friends, he said that he and Robert were your new friends from now on.
And they truly were.
Now the three of you weâre in your twenties-still living in that small town in Virginia. Each of you had changed in appearance. Popeye grew into his round-face, his thin hair receding, but his dimples and slurred accent still remaining the same. Shifty, well to you-he was handsome. He hadnât changed one bit, but every day he got even more handsome to look at it. He grew from the sweetheart who cried with you in second grade to the boy who offered to take you platonically to prom since nobody was âin their right mindâ to do so. The boy with the sun-tanned skin and comforting smile was your best friend and the love of your life. But how could you tell him? Almost every girl wanted him. Bless their hearts, but he was too shy for his own good-and so were you. Considering your experience with men, you decided it was best if you and Shifty would stay friends. The two of you had done some for nearly a decade. But as you got older, it got harder to contain those feelings. Whenever you looked at him, you felt like you were going to throw up your heart.
The three of you all believed that you would live in this town for the rest of your lives and until you were all old and real adults. But that all changed in an instant.
Robert and Shifty had signed up for the Paratroopers and weâre being shipped out to Toccoa early next morning. They had broken the news to you last night at Shiftyâs house with his poor Ma, breaking into tears. Just like his ma, Shiftyâs big eyes began to burst into tears, which made everybody cry. Whenever he got emotional, it always reminded you of a younger and more innocent Shifty, the one that never missed a single shot and loved nature. Your one, true friend who you could tell anything to, the one who knew your small quirks and deepest secrets. The one man that you loved more than anything in the world that was now slipping through your fingers.
In that very field you sat in, you stayed silent most of the time. Shifty had his rifles slung over his shoulders, donning light blue overalls as he and Popeye walked around, casually conversing about being Paratroopers. You hide behind the tall grass, slowly picking the petals off of a bright daisy, muttering to yourself. You watched his every move; his lips moving with a smile, his smooth skin glittering in the sun, and his chocolate brown hair becoming golden in the bright sun.
You had become so lost in your own little world that you didnât even notice Shifty, standing right next to you. He poked your shoulder and saw you looked up with a confused face, progressing your surroundings.
âY/n? You okay?â He asked, bending down with his hands on his knees. âYouâve been awfully quiet.â
You looked up and subtle smiled to cover up your sadness. âI am, Darrell. Just a little sleepy.â
Darrell held out a free hand in front of your face, âWell, you wanna with me just a little?
You silently responded and took his hand, which lingered for longer than you wanted it to. His hands had been so worked, his skin remained as soft as silk. His fingertips finessed against your palm. The two of you walked side by side as you walked side by side, the sounds of the wind blowing through the tall grass filling the silent void.
Darrell was a little concerned by your quiet behavior. You were normally very energetic about him and Robert, but you were as silent as a mouse today. It was your last time truly with him and for Robert for one month, one year, who knew how long they would be gone for. Darrell maybe would never see you again, the small town the two of you grew up in, your bright smile. He wanted to see that every single day; whether that be waking up to you in the morning or having a little piece of you overseas.
Darrell was very in touch with his emotions, unafraid to conceal them. His ma always taught him to be honest, and thatâs what he did best. So when you were down, he had to fix it before it was too late.
âY/n?â He said in a low tone, turning over to see you, unresponsive as you looked down at your fiddling hands. You were hurting, and it broke his heart to see what. âCan you tell me whatâs bothering you?â
You were unresponsive as you kept your eyes down, your hands scrunching with the fabric of your flowy skirt. He had done nothing wrong-he never had done anything wrong to you ever. But it was hard to think that the next time you would hear from Shifty-it could be a military letter and announce that he had died a hero. Just another number in a never-ending war. And that you, a fool, never confessed how you felt to your childhood best friend.
Darrell stopped in his tracks and let out a soft sigh, tenderly grabbing your forehand to stop you as well. His free hand moved to the edge of your chin, gently tilting it sideways so you would make eye contact with him.
âLook at me,â Darrell politely requested, his voice shaky.
You followed his request and looked at him, seeing that he was fighting back tears. You werenât the only one, which made you feel relieved and even sadder.
âOh Darrell...you know if I start with my waterworks, youâll be followedâ after,'' You remarked and let out a dry chuckle, masking the incoming tears. It was too late and a stray tear escaped from Shiftyâs eye, his pink lips quivering as he was speechless.
Just like you had stated, two tears came from your eyes as you used a finger to wipe him away. âTold yaâ so. Look at us, just little kids.â
Darrell rested in your palm, rubbing against it like a cat would with a pillow. âLike it was yesterday. I remember washing the dirt from your cheeks so I could make you look pretty again. Donât know why I ever said that-you still are pretty.â
You patted his cheeks as you lead his hands down into your own, squeezing them. Darrell and you stood in the open field, hands tangled with each other, the wind blowing against you as the grass tickled your bare feet. Not only did the humidity make you feel warm, but so did the growing heat in your cheeks.
âHow do you tell someone you love them?â Darrell casually questioned to break the silence that was growing in the wind.
A smile crept on your face, âJust like your ma would say, you just gotta be honest with yourself.â
âWell, I think I love you. No, I donât think. I know it.â Darell declared, holding your hands close to his chest. âI wanted to let you know. I didnât wanna ever tell you.â
You tilted your heart and let out a dreamy sigh. âOh, Darell...IâŚâ
The sudden click and flash of a camera before blinded you and Shifty. You squint your eyes as they burned with flashes of white light as Shifty pulled you into his chest, his hands protectively resting on your lower back.
It was just Robert, holding his brand new camera over his eyes, his thin eyebrows raised and mouth wide open in shock. Instead of reacting, Shifty and you stayed close together, both red in the face along with Robert.
Robert took the photo out of the camera and shook it, tucking it into Shiftyâs pocket. You opened your mouth to speak, but Robert beat you to it.
âIâll leave you lovebirds to it,â Robert said as he turned around, walking away in a hurry, âIâll see ya at the Powerâs for supper-I hope.â
Once Robert had left, Shifty dug his fingers into his pocket to retrieve the photo. You leaned against his chest and observed the photo. Robert had caught the two of you in the middle of your confession, hands tangled as your eyes met. Both of you had smiles on your faces-and Darrell looked amazing-even if he was in black and white.
âThatâs not a bad photo of you,â You complimented as you leaned into his nice smelling chest, âYou looked handsome.â
âAnd you looked pretty-but you always do.â Shifty shot back, planting a kiss into your face. He observed the photo and then looked down at you to compare, a big smile appearing on his face like a child on Christmas morning. Shifty had found his answer, and it was not only right in front of him but in his fingertips.
âCan I keep it, this photo of us?â Darrell said in your hair as he shook the photo, âWhen I need a piece of home. Iâll give you my whole heart, anything you want, darlinâ.â
You nodded your head, âYes, you can. You donât need to give me anything-but can I ask you something?â
âYes, darlinâ. Anything,â Darrell stated as he looked down at your adoringly. He looked like he wanted to give you the whole world in that moment, If he could have, he would have.
âWe only got a night left together for a long time. Can we spend it all together? Just one night?â
Shifty flashed his bright smile and kissed each knuckle on your hand, leaving a small mark. âYes maâam.â
Once Shifty had neatly stored the cherished photograph of you into his breast project, the two of you grabbed each other's hands and walked down the gravel road, back to the Powerâs residence for supper. You leaned against his shoulder, letting him lead you. Whenever Darrell had gone, you would follow along. You knew your last few hours together were short, but if it was your last time ever seeing Darell-you wanted to make the most of it.
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LOKI EPISODE FOUR : THE NEXUS EVENT
GIF CREDIT TO: @luke-skywalker SPOILERS AHEAD. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!
SYLVIE | there's a lot to process in the short time we get of young sylvie. it didn't seem like she was doing anything that caused a nexus event. when we see her, she's simply playing with her toys on asgard. sylvie asks about what her crime was later on with renslayer but it's never clear cut as to what she did. the only thing we know is that she escaped from renslayer which is why she's so hell bent on capturing and pruning sylvie. i have a certain thought on this later.
WE SURVIVE | the words loki tells sylvie just when sheâs given up and accepted that sheâll die on lamentis. thatâs what makes loki a loki - yes, he fails over and over again but each and every time weâve witnessed his âdeathâ he comes back or when things seem to possibly end for his story, loki still manages to survive.
LAMENTIS | based on the namesake of the episode, this is the nexus event that caused them to be found but what was it? personally, from watching the episode and keeping in mind that this is 2012!loki, i think that the nexus event was hope and acceptance between them. i think thereâs genuine hope despite being stuck on a doomed planet about to become smaller flying rocks in space. in every apocalypse so far, weâve seen that basically anticipating and accepting the end of the world doesnât cause a breach in the timeline because what is there to hope for? itâs all going to be destroyed anyway no matter the little fake hope you have inside yourself telling you that everything is going to be alright. loki and sylvie up to this point havenât had that kind of hope before ever in their lives. with the acceptance part, i think it's self-acceptance and acceptance of their roles in the universe. roll with me here, loki throughout the mcu has never accepted his fate or what's supposed to happen; he's always fighting it and trying to come out on top as a ruler of people whether it's earth, asgard and sakaar. he doesn't accept to not be a ruler or on the losing side of a battle against earth's mightiest heroes and at odds with the other marvel characters. he doesn't fully accept himself either because he didn't know he was adopted until at least one thousand years later and he couldn't accept that he wasn't destined for something other than a shadow or simply his title as the god of mischief. it made a lot more sense in my head tbh. a lot of people freaking out about this moment being loki falling in love with sylvie/himself but i don't think that's it. loki for once genuinely cares about someone else and i think it's platonic cause while i have little faith in the mouse house giving us more than confirmation that loki is bisexual, i don't think they'd make loki fall in love with himself.
LOKI'S TIME CELL | a nostalgic reveal we get is sif in this looped time cell plucked from loki's memory. apparently, he cut off a chunk of her hair because he thought it would be funny. in typical sif fashion, she proceeds to beat him up in retaliation as well of sharing some biting words. it's interesting how after a few loops and knees to the nuts, loki apologizes to sif about the prank and admits that he's afraid of being alone and acts narcissistic and like a pompous asshole if you will because of this fear. i think this is a bigger break through of his character than the one we saw in the first episode because he's admitting it to someone from his life that he highly respected but acted like a child to her to get her attention even if it was negative. i wish for more vulnerable loki moments because it continues to prove that loki isn't just the god of mischief, he can be more (as thor said in ragnarok).
MOBIUS VS LOKI | honestly, this whole interrogation scene screamed mobius being jealous of loki making pals with sylvie and i loved it. what i like is that mobius does air the sentiment that we all have in our heads after realizing that loki and sylvie did somehow click to create the nexus event. it's narcissism to the max. again, i think loki truly cares for sylvie in a platonic or even a familial sense since they both don't make connections too often with others (romantic or platonic).
HUNTER B-15 | i was wondering what happened with her after her run in with sylvie at the roxxcart supermarket. clearly, sylvie unlocked a memory within her subconscious as well and is starting to doubt herself. we don't see what memory of hers it was but it's enough to make her break protocol and go against the TVA later on in the episode. in conclusion, we have no choice but to stan this queen. also seems like she wasn't reset in that final battle so we'll hopefully see her in the next episode.
RAVONNA & MOBIUS | their friendship is put to the test in this episode. while being of a higher position than mobius, ravonna does seem to care deeply for mobius. she said so herself, she wants to protect mobius...but from the truth instead of the false danger about sylvie that she's filling his head with. ravonna clearly knows a lot more than she's letting on and that the TVA is an elaborate lie. i think she wants to protect mobius from the truth because she doesn't seem to have other close friendships like the one with him. it's also clear she cares for him when he's pruned (supposedly!) by another hunter. also, there's this other analyst/field agent mobius always brings up when we see them in her office so i wonder if it's someone who also knows about the grand lie the TVA is or is even some alternate variant of kang the conqueror who we know is supposed to be introduced in the third ant-man movie. it'd be interesting to see if kang is teased one way or another in the final two episodes.
DO YOU REALLY THINK YOU DESERVE TO BE ALONE? | the question mobius poses to loki when he starts to believe that they may be telling the truth. it's an interesting question to pose because we've been hearing it and have seen it throughout the mcu with loki. the time loop loki's stuck in, sif tells him that he'll always be alone. throughout the mcu, loki has been alone in his plans and mischief despite being surrounded by his family, his future enemies, and his people. loki has known nothing but being on his own, being his own island of chaos. as sylvie put it earlier, they're a product of the universe trying to break free, chaos. mobius knows that this nexus event has something to do with the two of them, for once, accepting that they're not alone or that they're not just a cosmic mistake, there's hope for them to be whatever they want and not just confined to their mischievous roles.
RAVONNA & SYLVIE | in the elevator, sylvie confronts ravonna about her crime as a child. it's something everyone wants to know, what does a young loki have to do to be charged and reset by the TVA? ravonna seems to know that this something she can leverage and torture sylvie with so she claims to not remember. sylvie says that it must've been important and severe enough to mess up the sacred timeline. maybe she wasn't supposed to know that she was adopted until later in her life like our loki. she's supposed to be causing trouble and be this terrible villain but what if with sylvie knowing her true parentage at such an early age, she learned to accept herself/identity and made peace with it. that's another thing that could've caused the nexus event between the two, they had found self-acceptance even at just the brink of death. maybe they're supposed to do so but later in their lives in their own timelines so that's why it's enough to destroy the TVA as mobius hinted at earlier. happy that sylvie decided to keep ravonna for information so i expect the next episode to have them in ravonna's office or still in the timekeeper chambers as ravonna tells us what is going on.
THE TIMEKEEPERS | when sylvie beheads the central timekeeper, we learn that they're mindless androids. it never ends, there's no throne to sit upon after killing them so it seems. it was all just a giant hoax but this further feeds into my personal theory that kang, one way or another, is behind all of this. what i find really interesting is how the other two timekeepers laugh when sylvie beheads one. whoever is behind controlling the fake androids, they have a way to see what is happening and communicate in real time with the TVA agents and variants. hopefully in the final two episodes we see what the hell is going on and how the TVA came to be and why.
LOKI POST CREDIT SCENE | so apparently, loki isn't reset or something of the sorts. he's actually sent to another world. i believe this is an alternate new york where we'll see president loki as you can see the remains of the old avengers tower. this makes me think about mobius' fate to be similar to loki's; possibly sent to either the same place or a similar world. we see three human new lokis here. from the credits, we have classic loki (richard e. grant), kid loki (jack veal), and boastful loki (deobia oparei). apparently there's also a crocodile!loki and i'm here for it. can't wait to see how our favorite variant gets out of it next week!
oh god, this was so rusty and unorganized but hope if whoever reads this can somewhat understand the points i'm trying to get across.
#scarâs theories#scarâs thoughts on marvel#scar tries to piece together what she can each week#i know i'm rusty so bear with me pls#loki#loki series spoilers#loki series#loki laufeyson#sylvie laufeydottir#loki laufeysdottir#ravonna renslayer#mobius m mobius#hunter b 15#tom hiddleston#sophia di martino#gugu mbatha raw#owen wilson#wunmi mosaku#mcu#marvel
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Finding Love In Legacy Oaks pt. 11
Title: Finding Love In Legacy Oaks pt. 11
Fandom: Kingsman
Pairing: Agent Whiskey x OFC
Author: @sheerfreesia007â
Words: 7,484
Warnings: Mention of injury
Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo
Author Notes: So Bunnyâs life isnât all rainbow and sunshine, Iâm just trying to write relatable things into this story and loved the idea of this happening to Bunny. Thereâs a method to madness for putting Bunny through a little bit of pain. Jack opens up a little bit about his family finally! We get a bit of family history from both Bunny and Jack. I canât wait to show you how I draw these two idiots closer together! Hope you enjoy!
Gif Credit: Google
Blinking her eyes rapidly Bunny sighed softly and rubbed at them feeling how strained and tired they were. Quickly saving her work on her laptop she closes down the web design program and powers down her laptop closing the lid. She turns in her desk chair and spots Butter sleeping in the plush dog bed that she keeps in her office, his tongue as always hanging out of his mouth as he lays on his back with his feet in the air. She chuckled softly, shaking her head as she heard him snore loudly from his comfortable spot. Just then her cellphone began ringing and she saw that Jack was calling her. Furrowing her eyebrows she answered the call and pressed the phone to her ear.
âHey Jack, everything alright?â she greeted him and heard his soft warm chuckle on the other side of the phone.
âHey Bunny, everythingâs good. Just got a few moments to kill, you got time to just chat?â he asks warmly and Bunny can feel a warmth start to develop in her chest at the idea that he just wanted to call her to talk. Brining one foot up to rest on the desk chair she leans back and gets comfortable in the chair.
âOf course, youâve got impeccable timing Jack.â Bunny replied with a soft chuckle.
âWork dragging you down?â he asked curiously and Bunny could hear shifting in the background on his end of the call, he was probably getting comfortable himself.
âNot dragging me down, but Iâve been staring at my laptop screen for the last few hours and itâs starting to do a number on my eyes. Thankfully I was able to get a good chunk of this project planned and mapped out.â She explained easily as she snuggled further into her desk feeling the cushions sink and surround her.
âDoes that normally take a long time to get done?â Jack asks and Bunny is was pleasantly surprised at his questions, normally people didnât really care to learn about the process of designing a website.
âDepending on what the client actually wants it could take a few hours to code the links and pages to open the right way. But normally it takes about half a day to plan and map out the website.â Bunny explained in layman terms so that she wouldnât confuse him.
âAnd whatâs the next step after that?â Jack asked curiously. Bunny smiled as she thought about the next part of the project that she would have to work on, it was her favorite part.
âDesigning the face of the website. See the planning and mapping of the website is the background work, itâs how the website is coded to work. If you click on a link and it brings you to another page thatâs the mapping part of it. The design is how it looks to the client. I can make it look a certain way based on what the client has requested.â Bunny explained passionately as she started getting even more comfortable in the conversation about her work.
âWhat was the most outlandish website youâve been asked to design?â Jack asks with a soft chuckle and Bunny sits for a minute to think.
âI had a client come to me and request a website be made for his young daughter. Apparently she wanted a place to be able to post all about her latest obsessions. But there was no rhyme or reason to the website, random music played on different pages and the mouse would be different shapes for different pages. And it would randomly have sparkles falling like snow on the pages. Think of that Myspace era and dial it up to thousand percent. That project gave me so many headaches I think I invested in the aspirin companies.â Bunny explained with a groan and Jack laughed loudly on the other end of the phone call.
âOh goodness, I remember those fads. They were horrible now that weâre well past them. Iâm lucky that Es wasnât old enough for that back then otherwise Iâd be tortured by all of that. What was your favorite website design?â he said as he still chuckled.
âOh yeah sheâd have loved all of that stuff. What with her love of sparkle Iâm surprised she hasnât gotten you just let her glitter her whole room.â Bunny laughed happily and Jack scoffed softly.
âDonât you dare give her that idea! Sheâs already tried to convince me to let her get more sparkly items for her room. I think my eyes are constantly blinded whenever I have to walk into or even past it. Bunny, too much sparkle.â Jack bemoaned to her and Bunny burst into laughter.
âAlright, alright I wonât mention glitter to her.â Bunny conceded as she laughed delightedly. She grinned as a lull in the conversation happened naturally and they both calmed a little.
âSo favorite project?â Jack asked again. And Bunny grinned as she remembered her favorite project that she worked on.
âI have an annual client who comes to me to design her family reunion website. Nice elderly lady with a very large family, Iâm talking like the last reunion two years ago had I think twenty grandkids. She normally contacts me in the beginning of spring to start designing the website so that itâs ready for early summer and their reunion is towards the end of the summer. Itâs a week-long event for them where they go to the family lake cabin and just spend the week doing boating activities, thereâs competitions between each branch of the family and thereâs nightly outdoor movies and bonfires. Itâs a lovely affair and all their pictures are so funny to see when she sends them to me to place on the website. Itâs my favorite project because sheâs such a sweet woman and I love listening to all her stories she tells me.â Bunny said warmly as she leaned further into her desk fondly remembering all the conversations sheâs had with the woman.
âHave you ever met her in person?â Jack asks curiously and Bunnyâs smile falters a little bit. âI only ask because you sound like sheâs gotten close to you after being a client for a while.â
âYes, Iâve worked with her for about five years now and have met with her in person every year while working with her on the websites. We usually go out to a long lunch and just spend the day talking about life and how weâve been and also about the project. Sheâs truly a wonderful woman and sheâs become kind of like a surrogate mom to me since mine lives so far away. But her family reunions are always fun to hear about and all the crazy adventures they get into.â Bunny says wistfully.
âYou like the outdoors Bunny?â Jack asked warmly and Bunny grins widely at the question.
âI do, my family was always big on camping when I was growing up and while I donât get to go as much now I still love to go camping and hiking. Butter and I have done a few mountain hiking trails together.â Bunny said fondly as she remembers her adventures with Butter.
âNo way! Butter can hike? Iâm surprised that little sausage roll can make it up your steps every day.â Jack teases and Bunny laughs into the phone.
âItâs all fur, don't let that fiend fool you.â Bunny said in a quiet confession and Jack laughed happily.
âDo you like outdoor activities?â Bunny asked curiously and Jackâs laughter faded in her ear.
âI do but itâs a little different than your idea of outdoors. My family back in Kentucky owns a large farm and I grew up there. Worked on the farm until I went to college and whenever I had a break I would come back home and help out when I could. Unfortunately when I started my career in security I wasnât able to come home as often and help out. But the family still has the farm and itâs prospering so theyâre all doing well for themselves.â Jack explained easily and Bunny nodded her head loving that he was actually sharing some information about himself with her. âWe used to go out into the pasture a lot during the summers and sleep under the stars with a small campfire. Itâs one of my favorite memories about the farm and my siblings.â Jack confessed warmly and Bunny felt that warmth that had started to grow in her chest began to spread and consume her body as she listened to Jack talk about his familyâs farm.
âDo you have a lot of siblings?â Bunny asked, wanting to keep the conversation going and gather as much information about Jack as she was able to. He was still a mystery to her and while she knew he was a good man and cared greatly for his daughter she still didnât know much about him. She wanted to begin a friendship that could hopefully turn into something so much more. And while they had begun flirting and teasing each other Bunny was ready to wait to see how this relationship blossomed. After the hell that she had been put through by her ex-husband Bunny was more than happy to wait and see how a relationship now panned out.
âIâve got two sisters, one older thatâs Rebecca or Becca. She's I think a year or two older than me. Then thereâs Amelia, sheâs the younger one, sheâs five years younger. And finally thereâs the baby of the family Will, heâs the youngest but donât tell him that sometimes he acts like the oldest out of the four of us.â Jack replied easily and Bunny could hear the affection full in his tone over the phone. She could easily tell that he loved and cared deeply for his siblings. She smiled softly as she nodded her head. âWhat about you? Is it just you and your sister?â Jack asked.
âActually Iâve got three siblings. Thereâs Sasha that you know about, she was adopted when I was eight and sheâs two years younger than me, sheâs the only one of us whoâs got kids. Then thereâs Jake, he was adopted when I was eleven heâs three years younger. And Freddie is five years younger than me and he was adopted when I was sixteen.â Bunny said smiling as she thought back to when her siblings were adopted and the parties that were thrown.
âSo youâve been through the adoption process?â Jack asks curiously and Bunny has to stomp down the urge and desire to be Esmeâs mom that she had the other night at the sleepover.
âYeah it was a bit hectic as a kid because my parents fostered a lot of kids while growing up and it was both good and bad. The kids that we were fostering, some had some serious mental health issues, like Sasha she has horrendous panic attacks and anxiety attacks all throughout her foster life with us. She still gets it sometimes but theyâre not as severe sheâs told me. And Freddie has bipolar disorder that heâs managing with a team of doctors, heâs got his good days and then heâs got some really bad days. I check up on him a couple times a month just to see how heâs doing and if he needs anything.â Bunny explained feeling a dull achy pain in her chest as she talked about her siblingsâ mental issues. She hated seeing them troubled and if she could take away their pain she would in a heartbeat, Sasha and Freddie were the best type of people and the fact that they had to deal with these issues pained Bunny. She knew they were dealt a hard life but she hoped that by joining her family they had found some sort of peace, and while they had told her this before she hoped it was true.
âWow, I didnât realize that the foster kids your parents helped were dealing with those types of issues.â Jack said solemnly.
âYeah there were others who needed more help than my parents could offer or give and those were the ones that were either placed with another foster family or the state government eventually took custody of them. They became a ward of the state.â Bunny explained softly.
âWell Iâm hoping they got the necessary care they needed wherever they ended up.â Jack said in a calm, easing voice.
âI do too.â Bunny replied easily before her mind turned back to Esme once more and the sleepover fiasco was in the forefront of her brain again. âHey while weâre talking about this stuff. I-uh wanted to let you know that Es had a run in with Cynthia and it wasnât pretty.â Bunny began to explain. She took a breath in and heard absolute silence on the other end of the call and for a moment she thought the call had dropped. She began to move the phone away from her ear to check when she heard Jackâs deadly calm voice speak up.
âWhat did Cynthia do to Esme?â he asked in such a harsh cold tone that Bunny physically shivered in her seat.
âEs got caught up in all the excitement with the other girls at the sleepover and called me Mom in front of everyone. Cynthia heard and was a bit of a nasty witch to her and to be honest I canât remember the exact words because I only saw red and ripped her a new one for her shit talking, but anyway she said something about needing to talk to you about her hanging out with me too much that she was thinking I was her mom.â Bunny explained in a rush as she felt the white hot blind rage she felt after Cynthia snapped at Esme.
âEasy Bunny, easy.â Jack said softly and Bunny took in a deep breath before letting it out slowly. âEs called you mom?â Jack asked quietly and Bunny felt her heart clench suddenly at his question.
âShe did. And Jack I donât mind one bit. She just got caught up in the chaotic energy the girls were causing and it was just a slip of the tongue. Honest.â Bunny said quickly to try and ease him if he was having second thoughts of her being around Esme so much. âAnd I talked to Es about it. Told her itâs no big deal and that Iâd be lucky to have her as a kid. But I told her what Cynthia said was uncalled for and that she didnât have to listen to her since she was mean to Es.â
Bunny felt uneasy as if she was rambling as she tried to explain to Jack what had happened the other night and as the silence fell over the phone conversation she felt her anxiety skyrocket inside her. She tried to wait patiently for Jack to say something but when he didnât say anything after a while she sighed softly, figuring that heâd want to put a stop to them spending so much time together.
âI understand if you donât want me watching her anymore or taking her to yoga.â Bunny said softly and dejectedly.
âNow hang on.â Jack said suddenly and confidently. âThatâs not at all what I want.â Bunny heard his firm words and she felt hope unfurl in her chest making her breath catch silently. âYou have been the best thing that has happened to both Esme and myself. Youâve helped me out so much with watching her for me. And Esme has had a rough time making friends in her new neighborhood and school but youâve done wonders for her confidence that she now has a few friends. Bunny you not being in our lives is the last thing I would want.â Jack stated vehemently and Bunny felt tears prick at her eyes. âIâm more upset that Cynthia had the nerve to say something to Es about calling you mom. I canât believe that woman.â He said honestly and Bunny sighed softly as she nodded her head.
âYeah Cynthia I think has it in her head that the two of you are becoming a hot item.â Bunny said thoughtfully and Jack scoffed over the phone.
âSheâs married Bunny.â Jack lamented softly to her and Bunny nodded her head at his words.
âI know that, but I donât think she cares. Ever since Iâve met her sheâs always been looking for the next best thing for herself.â Bunny said truthfully.
âSheâs always been like this? Itâs not just because of me?â Jack asked seriously and Bunny smirked softly, seeing an opportunity for her.
âYouâre handsome Jack but youâre no Mark Strong.â Bunny teased him as she grinned widely.
âOh ho! So you dig the older men huh Bunny?â Jack teased right back and Bunny blushed deeply.
âWhat can I say, he's dreamy.â Bunny said dismissively and Jack laughed softly.
âWell now I know who my competition is then.â Jack said sultrily and Bunny felt desire jolt down her spine making her gasp softly.
âC-competition?â she stuttered out softly before she heard muffled talking in the background on Jackâs end of the phone call. She could hear Jack responding to whoever was with him distantly as her mind began to race with the thought that Jack was competing for her affection.
âHey listen Bunny Iâve got to get goinâ. Thanks for taking my call and chattinâ with me. Tell Es Iâll give her a call at dinner time alright?â Jack said and Bunny let out her breath slowly through her nose.
âYeah of course. Iâll let her know. Iâve gotta start getting ready to go get her from the bus stop anyway. Weâll talk to you then.â Bunny began to quickly ramble and she cringed softly as she heard his soft chuckle.
âAnd yes competition. Canât let a Brit git one over the good olâ American boy. Talk to you later Bunny.â Jack said in a low gravelly tone that made Bunny suddenly tense with arousal as she heard his tone and words. And then the line was hung up.
Huffing softly she slouched in her chair and pulled the phone from her ear slowly. Setting it down on the desk gently she turned and saw Butter was still passed out in his bed. Running a hand through her hair Bunny sighed softly.
âThat manâs got a seductive tongue.â She said softly to the quiet office and Butter huffed in his sleep making her chuckle softly. âYou said it Butter.â
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As soon as Esme walked down the bus steps Bunny could tell that she was feeling down. Tilting her head to the side she watched as Esme walked down the sidewalk towards. The two older girls from the last bullying instance were walking behind her giggling and whispering to each other and Bunny felt rage rush her body with red hot anger. The girls looked up from Esmeâs back and both instantly stopped talking as they spotted Bunny glaring at them.
âGirls.â Bunny said stiffly as Esme came to a stop next to her and the girls both gulped silently before one hesitantly let out a smile before the two made a dash for their houses. Bunny sighed softly and looked down at Esme who was dejectedly scuffing her sneakers on the sidewalk. âBad day at school?â Bunny asked softly.
Esme shrugged her shoulders and continued to scuff her sneakers on the sidewalk. Butter looked up at Esme curiously before head-butting her calf with his head. Esme moved a little bit before stepping to the side to avoid Butter doing that again.
âYep, bad day at school. Why donât we go for a walk and if you wanna talk Iâm all ears. If not, it's no big deal.â Bunny said softly as she looked down at Esme. Esme shrugged her shoulders once more and Bunny nodded her head before gently holding out her hand for Esme. The little girl took a hold of it after a moment's pause and Bunny began leading her and Butter towards the main park area of the community.
The three of them walked in silence and Bunny kept her head held high not wanting to constantly look down at Esme. She was worried itâd upset the little girl more if she constantly tried to check in with her. As the three of them finish crossing the street to the park area Esme starts to slowly perk up.
âHey Bunny?â she asks suddenly and Bunny hides her smile as much as she possibly can and looks down at the little girl at her side.
âWhatâs up Es?â Bunny answers in a question and Esme smiles softly at her.
âHave you ever called someone Mom who wasnât your mom?â Esme asks softly and Bunny nods her head adamantly.
âOh yeah! So many women.â Bunny said with wide eyes and Esme giggled softly. âIâve called a bunch of my teachers in school Mom. Letâs see who else, oh! I called Mollyâs mom that once and she wouldnât let me live it down. Wouldnât stop insisting she was my mom now. And then there was that time that I accidentally called Mr. Quinten dad and it was a whole big thing with him.â Bunny confessed as she sighed and rolled her eyes. Esme giggled brightly as she walked next to Bunny as she began to skip alongside her. âLook Es, thereâs nothing wrong with calling someone Mom. It happens all the time.â Bunny stressed earnestly as she stopped walking and bent down to Esmeâs level.
âReally?â asked the little girl as she looked at Bunny with a lost expression on her face.
âYep. Sometimes we just forget where we are and the name just comes out. Other times we see the person we called Mom as a mother figure. It just means that you see that person as someone who you can trust and go to for anything. And Iâll let you in on a secret, come here.â Bunny said surreptitiously as she gestured Esme closer to her. âIt means so much to me that you could think of me like that. And I will do my best to be there for you no matter what, understand? Youâre stuck with me kiddo.â She said fondly as she nudged Esme under her chin making her giggle. Just then Esme launched herself against Bunny and Bunny caught her easily in her arms holding her close to her.
âThanks Bunny.â Esme whispered softly.
âAny time kiddo. Any time.â Bunny said softly into the little girlâs hair. âNow what do you say to go for a walk and just hang out before we crack down on homework and then dinner?â Bunny asked hopefully that the little girl was feeling a little bit better.
âYeah! Oh can we roll down that hill over there?â Esme asked, suddenly excited as she pointed to the medium sized hill that obscured the soccer field from view. Bunny shrugged her shoulders before grinning at Esme and taking off with Butter running besides her.
âBeat you to the top!â Bunny called and Esme shrieked with indignation as she began running as quickly as her little legs could carry her after Bunny.
âYou cheated!â Esme cried as she began chasing after Bunny.
âOnly if I win!â Bunny called over her shoulder laughing heartily before she began huffing dramatically as Esme caught up to her. Esme giggled as Butter barked chaotically at Bunnyâs side as if he was trying to get her to pick up her pace. Once Bunny saw Esme pass her she began to overtly huff and puff as she chased the little girl up the hill.
âI win!â called Esme and began to dance in celebration as she reached the top before Bunny. Bunny made a show of bending over and gasping for breath which made Esme laugh harder. Butter hopped around Bunny barking at her and Bunny laughed softly at the dog as he did his best impression of an angry coach. âOk, ok. Letâs do this!â cried Esme happily as she threw her back pack to the ground and began to lower herself down to the ground at the top of the hill.
âAlright you go first and then when you come up Iâll go.â Bunny instructed and Esme looked up at her gleefully. âWhat? You thought I wouldnât roll down a hill? Iâll have you know Iâm an expert roller.â Bunny said self-importantly and Esme burst into happy laughter before she shook her head.
âBunny!â The little girl drew out the name in an exasperated tone and Bunny laughed softly before gesturing for Esme to go. Butter began to bark excitedly and was jumping around Bunnyâs legs as Esme prepped herself to roll down the hill.
âAlright Iâm gonna time ya. On your mark!â Bunny called happily and Butter began to jump more furiously around her. âGet set!â was the next call out and Esme prepared to begin rolling as Butter began barking like crazy. âGo!â called Bunny and instantly realized her mistake as Esme began rolling down the hill at a moderate speed.
Suddenly Bunnyâs legs were knocked out from underneath herself as Butter took off down the hill dragging Bunny along after him. Shrieking in surprise Bunny heard a distinct crack and felt the back of her head bounce on the ground when she met the ground. Groaning in pain she raised her hand to her head before feeling her arm being jerked after Butter as he dashed down the hill after Esme. Bunny felt every hit with the ground as Butter dragged her down the hill and she moaned softly as he finally came to a stop at the base of the hill.
âBunny!â cried Esme worriedly and Bunny peeked one eye open to stare over at the little girl as she got up and rushed over to her. Bunny could feel the aches in her body from when she had collided with the ground. Gritting her teeth and hissing softly as she shifted on the ground trying to sit up.
âIâm okay Es. Butter just got a little too excited.â Bunny began to reassure Esme as she saw the little girlâs face filled with worry and concern. Bunny set her hand down on the ground and moved to sit up on the grass. Hissing in pain Bunny quickly pulled her wrist up to her chest and clutched it there for a moment feeling the sharp pain coursing through her wrist. She laid there for a moment with her eyes shut clutching her aching wrist to her chest trying to breathe through the pain.
âBunny?â Esme asked softly and Bunny opened her eyes to see Esme now kneeling next to her body as Butter crawled along the ground towards the two of them.
âI should be okay just banged up.â Bunny reassured her and sat up completely still keeping her wrist close to her body to limit the chance of irritating it further. Shifting on the ground to get into a better sitting position she felt a sharp twinge coming from her right ankle. Moaning softly her right hand fell to her ankle to try and steady it as pain jolted quickly up her leg making her muscles seize. âNope, nope. Not okay. Let me just see if I can stand up for a second. Hey Es, can you come hold Butterâs leash for me?â
Es stood quickly from her kneeling spot and gently unwound Butterâs leash that was wrapped around Bunnyâs left wrist and arm. She led Butter a step or two away from Bunny as she stood there watching silently with worried eyes.
Bunny rolled onto her knees and gritted her teeth as she felt the pain in her ankle begin to throb. Slowly blowing out a breath through her mouth Bunny used her left leg to push up from the ground. Taking in a few quick breaths Bunny stood on her left leg and tentatively placed her right foot down flush with the ground. Placing a little more weight on it she felt it suddenly give out and she collapsed to the ground on her knees groaning in pain at the impact.
âDefinitely not okay.â she said softly and felt tears prick her eyes as the pain consumed her suddenly. Quickly blinking the tears away she looked over and saw Esme shifting on her feet with watery eyes. âHey itâs okay. We just need to go to the hospital. I'm pretty sure I broke my ankle.â
âOh Bunny!â Esme cried softly and Bunny shook her head as she settled back onto the ground.
âEs do you see my phone anywhere? I need to call an ambulance, I canât stand on my right leg.â Bunny said as she began patting down her pockets not feeling her phone. Esme looked around the ground in the area that they had landed before darting over to the side where the phone laid in the grass. Bunny grimaced as she shifted on the ground and grunted softly in pain as her ankle was jostled before turning to see Esme already holding her phone to her ear. Bunny watched in surprise as Esme effortlessly called 911 for her.
âHi, I need an ambulance to Legacy Oaks community. My babysitter fell down a hill and she canât stand on her right leg and her left hand hurts.â Esme explained easily and Bunny tilted her head slightly at how calm Esme was as she talked to the 911 operator. âYes sheâs breathing and sitting up. We are at the main field area by the soccer field. Closest intersection is Main Street and West Legacy Boulevard. Ok hold on.â Esme relayed easily before moving closer to Bunny and holding out her phone to her. âThey want to ask you some medical questions.â Esme said hurriedly as she came to Bunnyâs side and handed over her phone.
âHello?â Bunny asked, still in shock at Esmeâs behavior as she watched the little girl take a seat next to her and began to coo at Butter.
âYes maâam, we have an ambulance on their way to you and I just need to ask a few more questions.â Said the operator and Bunny nodded her head slightly.
âOf course.â She replied as her eyes stayed glued to Esme who was sitting there rubbing Butterâs back letting her fingers drag through his fur.
âSo itâs your right ankle that is injured?â asked the operator and Bunny could hear keyboard keys clacking in the background and other voices relaying information about other calls.
âI canât put any pressure on my right ankle, my leg gives out when I try to. And my left wrist is throbbing with pain whenever I move it.â Bunny relayed to the operator and heard the clicking of the keyboard as she talked.
âOk, Iâve already let the ambulance crew know and they are on their way. Is there any special directions for them on how to find you?â asked the operator.
âNo, weâre the only ones here in the main park area. Theyâll be able to see us.â Bunny said and watched as Esme looked over at her silently.
âOk, if anything changes, call us back but the ambulance should be there shortly.â Said the operator and Bunny thanked him before hanging up the phone.
âI have to call Jeremy and see if he could come grab Butter before the ambulance gets here. Are you okay?â Bunny explained as she looked down to her cracked phone screen and pulled up Jeremyâs contact info with a little difficulty before she looked up at Esme. Placing the phone at her ear she watched Esme look at her with slightly teary eyes and a worried face.
âHey Bun-Bun!â cheered Jeremy happily as he answered the phone after two rings.
âHey Jer, I have to go to the hospital. Iâm okay but I think I broke or sprained my ankle and wrist really badly. Es and I are at the main park with Butter, would you be able to come get Butter before the ambulance gets here?â she quickly relayed to him hoping heâd be able to help her out.
âOf course, Iâm just getting ready for work so I can swing by now and grab him. No problem. Are you sure youâre okay? Is Esme okay?â he responded easily before asking about the well-being of her and Esme.
âWeâre okay, I think just a little shaken up is all.â Bunny said softly as she watched Esme sniffle softly and swipe her hand under her nose.
âOkay, Iâm on my way. I'll be there in two minutes.â Jeremy said quickly and Bunny said goodbye before hanging up the phone.
âAre you okay sweetheart?â Bunny asked softly as she focused fully on Esme. The little girl looked at her with such saddened eyes that Bunny felt such a severe urge to pull her close and reassure her, but when her body shifted to move closer to Esme she gritted her teeth as pain shot up her leg and arm. âCâmere.â She cooed softly to Esme and the little girl moved closer to her side and pressed gently into it resting her head on Bunnyâs right shoulder. âI promise Iâm okay. Just probably broken bones. No big deal, okay?â she reassured the little girl as she gently wrapped her right arm low around Esmeâs lower back.
âItâs my fault.â Esme said sorrowfully in a low tone and Bunny immediately shook her head at the girlâs words.
âNo itâs not sweetheart. Accidents happen and itâs more my fault.â Bunny said easily as she kept shaking her head. Esme turned to look up at her confused. âI said ready, set, go and Butter knows those are play words. So I should have known better. Itâs not your fault Es. Donât think that it is because thatâs the farthest from the truth.â Bunny said adamantly as she watched Esme closely.
âBut if I didnât want to roll down the hill then this wouldnât have happened.â Esme said softly in such a heartbroken tone that Bunny felt her heart clench in response.
âUh if you recall I also wanted to roll down the hill missy.â Bunny teased softly and Esme scoffed softly as her shoulders slumped forward. âHey, Iâm serious. Itâs not your fault that I got hurt. It was just something that happened, itâs really no oneâs fault.â
âBut Bunny!â Esme cried indignantly as she tried to convince Bunny once more that it was her fault.
âLook, you couldnât have predicted that this would have happened. And itâs not like you wanted me to get hurt when we decided to roll down the hill, right? And you didnât push me. So it is not your fault. Accidents happen, we just have to deal with them and move on. Okay?â Bunny said firmly as she stared down at Esme. âTrust me Iâm not mad or upset. My bones will heal and maybe if itâs broken Iâll get a cool cast and you can draw and sign it for me.â
âBut-â Esme began again and Bunny quickly shook her head as interrupted the little girl.
âNope. No buts. Itâs no oneâs fault. I wonât hear anything else about it.â Bunny insisted as she shook her head at the little girl.
âFine, but I still feel bad.â Esme huffed out softly and Bunny smiled warmly at her.
âYou can feel bad for me all you want. Itâll help me lay it on thick to Jeremy and your Dad to help me out if itâs broken.â Bunny said, nodding her head eagerly and Esme giggled softly.
âI can help you too.â Esme said cheerily and Bunny nodded exaggeratedly making Esme giggle again.
âUh duh. Youâre definitely gonna be my number one helper.â Bunny said fondly and Esme nodded her head confidently as she watched Bunny determinedly. âOh reminds me I should call your Dad and let him know whatâs going on.â She said absentmindedly when suddenly Jeremyâs bright yellow jeep pulled up to the curb and Butter started barking excitedly as he recognized the car.
Bunny sat next to Esme as the two of them watched as Jeremy hopped out of the jeep in his security guard uniform and rushed over to them. He had a concerned expression on his face as he walked over to them and his eyes were darting first around Esme and then landed on Bunny.
âAre you okay?â he asked worriedly and Bunny nodded her head as she gritted her teeth when her wrist protested with her shifting movement on the ground.
âYeah, just banged up. Took a tumble down the hill thatâs all.â Bunny said as Jeremy came to a stop standing in front of her splayed legs. He looked down at her with a soft fond look in his eyes after he heard her explanation.
âYouâre always getting up to something arenât you?â he teased softly and Bunny stuck her tongue out at him making Esme giggle softly.
âFirst time itâs because I wanted to roll down a hill.â Bunny retorted and Jeremy scoffed softly.
âFirst time for everything trouble maker.â He quipped back and Bunny laughed as she shook her head at him.
âWhatever man.â She bemoaned to him as she shifted again on the ground and gritted her teeth as pain coursed through her again.
âSo what hurts and how can I help?â he asked kindly and Bunny smiled in thanks to him.
âMy right ankle and leg are in a lot of pain whenever I move it and I canât put pressure on it. And my left wrist is in a lot of pain too. Not sure but I might have a concussion too, banged my head a few times on the ground as I came down.â Bunny relayed to him and Jeremy whistled low, Bunny nodded her head in response to his whistle and gritted her teeth as a dull ache began to form in her brain.
âMan you know how to fall hard when you do huh?â Jeremy asked teasingly and Bunny chuckled at him.
âWhat can I say? Gotta do it right the first time right?â she asked and Jeremy shook his head at her. Just as Jeremy was moving closer to her and Esme they all spotted the ambulance driving down the street. Jeremy turned and waved them down as Bunny shifted again and felt Esme lean slightly closer to her. âIâm okay. Itâs gonna be okay, I promise.â Bunny reassured her softly as the paramedics parked the ambulance and hopped out.
âHey guys, sheâs over here.â Jeremy said easily as he directed the paramedics to Bunny.
âAre you her husband?â asked the male paramedic as he looked from Jeremy over to Bunny and Bunny grinned as she fluttered her eyelashes at Jeremy who laughed at Bunnyâs antics.
âNo, just my best friend.â Jeremy said fondly as he walked over with the paramedic.
âSo what happened miss?â asked the younger female paramedic who was now kneeling down at Bunnyâs other side with the medical bag set on the ground next to her. Bunny watched as she looked across Bunny to Esme and smiled softly at her. âDonât worry honey, we're going to take good care of your babysitter.â
âGot knocked down the hill by my overly excited dog.â Bunny said as she gestured with her chin to Butter who was now rolling in the grass on his back trying to get the paramedicsâ attention. Both paramedics laughed at Butter and Jeremy just shook his head as Esme giggled softly. âBanged my head a couple of times on the ground, did something to my left wrist, it's throbbing in pain, and my right ankle is in a lot of pain too. Canât put any weight on the right leg either, tried to stand up and my leg gave out.â She explained as they all looked at her and Esme who was still cuddled into her side.
âOk, well I suggest we take you to the hospital to get your wrist and ankle checked out to see if you just sprained them or broke them. Also if you choose to let us take you weâll check for concussion in the ambulance. We canât force you but thatâs what I suggest.â Said the female and male nodded as he stood next to Jeremy.
âYeah, let's go to the hospital.â Bunny said, nodding her head.
âOkay, Chase, can you grab the stretcher while I start her paperwork?â the female asked as picked up her metal clipboard and began filling out the paperwork with Bunny right there. âDo you want us to take her in the ambulance as well or will your friend be taking her?â the woman asked as she nodded her head at Esme. Bunny felt Esmeâs hands come up to clutch at her bicep and she leaned closer to her silently.
âSheâs gonna go with me if thatâs alright with you guys.â She replied and felt Esme relax against her a little bit. The woman nodded her head and winked at Esme who smiled softly and relaxed further against Bunny.
âNo problem with us.â She answered with a smile and finished filling out the paperwork. Bunnyâs eyes darted over to Jeremy who was walking with Chase as he wheeled the stretcher over towards them. Once it was lowered to the ground Bunny looked over at Jeremy for some help which he gladly stepped over.
âIâm gonna just lift her up onto the stretcher. Itâll be easier.â Jeremy explained as he squatted down next to Bunny and Esme. âHey Es, do me a favor and just hold onto Butter for me while I put Bunny on the stretcher okay. Once Iâm done and they load her up in the ambulance youâll be able to get in with her.â Jeremy said softly and kindly to the little girl who was still pressed up against Bunnyâs side. Bunny could see the worry flash across Esmeâs face and Bunny nodded her head at her.
âDonât worry, I wonât let them leave without you. Youâre coming with me.â Bunny reassured her and Esme looked up at her with concern. âHere take my phone that way you know for sure youâre coming with me since we still gotta call your Dad and let him know whatâs up.â Bunny said as she handed over her phone to Esme who quickly took it and Butterâs leash leading him a few steps away from the stretcher.
âAlright câmon lady letâs get you up on that stretcher.â Jeremy said as he slid his arms underneath Bunnyâs knees and behind her back before standing up with her cradled in his arms. Bunny gritted her teeth lightly when her ankle fell with gravity as Jeremy lifted her. âI got you sorry.â Jeremy apologized and Bunny shook her head at him.
âNo worries, it's okay.â Bunny said softly as he set her down on the stretcher and Chase lifted it up gently.
âHey call me if you guys need anything and when you get done with everything and Iâll come pick you two up. That way you wonât have to worry about anything okay?â Jeremy said as Chase began to wheel you towards the ambulance.
âOkay. You sure? Iâm sure I could call a taxi or something.â Bunny said as they all began walking towards the ambulance behind her.
âYeah, call me and Iâll come pick you up. Youâre already gonna have a lot going on so just call me.â Jeremy insisted and Bunny nodded her head as she watched him turn to Esme and held his hand out for the leash. âCâmon sweetheart letâs let them get her loaded up and then Iâll help you up there.â
âThanks Jeremy.â Esme said softly as she hung back with Jeremy as the paramedics loaded Bunny into the back of the ambulance. Once they were done Bunny looked out at Esme and gestured her up once the female paramedic got situated in the back with her.
âAlright honey youâre gonna come sit on the bench over here okay?â she said as pointed to the bench seat next to Bunnyâs stretcher on her left side. Bunny watched quietly as Esme climbed into the back with Jeremyâs help and came to sit down on the bench. When she was finally settled in her seat she gripped onto the stretcher railing and watched anxiously as the woman began to get a blood pressure cuff secured on Bunny.
âAlright weâre good to go. Weâll be heading to Three Sistersâ Hospital.â Chase said easily to everyone as he began to close the back of the ambulance. Bunny smiled at Jeremy as he nodded at her and then turned to Esme trying to ease her as they began their trek to the hospital.
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Consider - Sam Smithâs song âDiamondsâ for Silverusso
Consider me OBSESSED. I hadn't heard this song before, but it's perfect!! Thank you! Silverusso Anthem until further notice lol. Here's a YouTube link!
(x)
I got carried away again...
Have it all
Rip our memories off the wall
All the special things I bought
They mean nothing to me any more
Is that not Terry Silver? He was clearly bored with his rich, executive life in KK3. But he came alive when he started scheming and met Daniel.
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I mean, he started off with his target being Mr. Miyagi but quickly became hyper fixated on Daniel. There was a shift of focus.
I have a feeling that when we see Terry again(hopefully in s4), he'll once again only feel truly alive in his interactions/manipulation with Daniel, after decades of just bland existing. In a parallel to Kreese, who credits Johnny with bringing him back to life.
And with this part:
But to you
They were everything we were
They meant more than every word
Now I know just what you love me for
We could apply this to the fake persona Terry bought to befriend Daniel, how he found Daniel's weakness that way. But the shipper in me, likes to pretend that Terry and Daniel had more interactions after the '85 All Valley. That maybe Terry tried to be involved in Daniel's life somehow, either by trying to make amends or by messing with Daniel further, and Daniel shut that shit down and Terry realized he couldn't get any form of relationship back. Cue Terry ruining Miyagi's Little Trees and Daniel getting a restraining order! Any headcanon or theory fits lol.
I am crossing my fingers that Season 4 provides more insight or flashbacks đ
It's hard to believe Terry just walked away like nothing after Daniel beat Mike. Like he literally walks offscreen with a shocked expression on his face at the end of the movie. But what about after??
We deserve to know lmao
Anyway
The first verse is Totally Terry.
And the second verse is 100% Daniel:
Shake it off
Shake the fear of feeling lost
Always me that pays the cost
I should never trust so easily
You lied to me
Then left with my heart 'round your chest
Like??? Are you kidding me! Basically, despite Terry completely using Daniel and betraying his trust, a bond was formed. And Terry took a piece of Daniel with him. It haunts Daniel that he cared about someone that never really existed. He has trusts issues to this day, and like he tells his daughter, he lives with the fear every day.
Daniel feels like it was all his fault though. That he brought it on himself. I think when he meets Terry again, they're going to fall into their old habits. Whether Daniel realizes it or not. Terry's going to exploit that deep down Daniel does care about him. Because Daniel will still be a tangle inside of guilt, admiration, and anger.
Although, it would be fun to see Daniel doing a little exploiting of his own. Because I think deep down Terry cares about Daniel as well. I could be reaching, but they're both schemers now and it would be fun to see them play a little cat and mouse. đ
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The bridge is both of their POV:
Take all the money you want from me
Hope you become what you want to be
Show me how little you care
How little you care, how little you care
You dream of glitter and gold
My heart's already been sold
Show you how little I care
How little I care, how little I care
Possibly both of them pretending not to care. This fits better with their s4 versions. While they try to hurt and outdo the other. These two characters are actually so similar, but that's another discussion.
I still think it'd be fun to see a flashback of Terry offering to pay Daniel's way through college, or the dealership, and an argument breaking out and it ending badly. Johnny has had several flashbacks of his younger self, whether with Sid or Kreese, and if this show continues to follow its theme of balance then we are due some flashbacks with a younger Daniel. đ
It seems like Seasons 1-3 are Johnny's trauma and possibly Seasons 4-6 will be Daniel's...
And if anyone's wondering why I think Daniel got a restraining order against Silver, it's because Daniel has never seemed afraid that Terry would pop up somewhere. Even after he saw that Kreese was back in Season 2. Like when he went to the Cobra Kai dojo at night and had that little standoff with Kreese, it didn't look like Daniel thought it was a possibility that Terry was in the building or about to pop out and scare him.
Again, I'm probably reaching lol, the answer is probably much more simple in regards to the show and its writers. And anyway, even if there was a restraining order, I'm sure Terry had that removed with his connections almost immediately. And even if he left Daniel alone that doesn't mean he hasn't been keeping tabs on himđ¤Łđ¤Ł
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I digress!!! The chorus is bittersweet:
My diamonds leave with you
You're never gonna hear my heart break
Never gonna move in dark ways
Baby, you're so cruel
My diamonds leave with you
Material love won't fool me
When you're not here I can breathe
Think I always knew
My diamonds leave with you
To me it's like, "diamonds" being the superficial go ahead and leave I don't need you, but also "diamonds" being the take my heart with you and all that implies when it's toxic.
I can definitely see this song being used for gifsets and music videos. Especially after we get some prime silverusso scenes once s4 comes out đđ
It really represents both eras. And I can't wait to see how much these characters and their dynamic have changed or stayed the same when they're in the same room again.
Thank you so much! I'm deep in those feelings now

#silverusso#daniel larusso#terry silver#headcanons welcome#cobra kai#karate kid iii#cobra kai season 4#sam smith - diamonds#i can't wait for the crazy#bless u anon#asks
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Park Jisung as your idol bf
Genre: fluff
Pairing: jisung x idol!reader
Requested
Word count:1757 (dear lord, the longest in the idol bf series damn...)Â
a/n: this is more of a jisung as your bf in general, not so much the idol aspect sorry. Also yes, i ended up writing about jisung having a baby, sue me, Iâm in jisung hours now! also do i even need to say itâs not proofread at this point?
Haechan /  Yuta / Mark / Jeno / Jaemin / Chenle / Renjun / Jaehyun
you were in the same dance class when you were younger
so you were friends way before either of your debuts
like when you knew each other when he was an smrookie
and of course, both of you being talented dancers
you were both training under companies at a rather young age
and it isnât easy being a trainee regardless of your age
but because you were both still in school
and so young
you knew you should stick together
letâs say you had chemistry homework
but you also had vocal lessons
iâm not saying he would help you
because he wouldnât
but he would be there to motivate youÂ
and study his own school workÂ
so you werenât alone
itâs safe to say you were each otherâs motivation when it came to school
he would also insist on his mom picking you up from school and driving you to the company when your mom couldnât
same would go reversed
not that either of your moms minded
they found it adorable
and they shipped you both anyway so
that means him and his family coming over for dinnerÂ
and you and yours going to theirs for dinner
and your moms would document all of your childhood memories
they would bond over it
since you didnât have time to make any friends in school,Â
you both valued your friendship a lot
he ended up debuting before you
and you teased him a lot
until he âtaughtâ you how to ride a hoverboard
and you ended up falling in the first 4 seconds
then he would tease you
and youâd now understand how hard his dances really were
you met most of his members when they were smrookies
but you didnât know renjun and chenle that well
so whenever you could,Â
you would hang out with each other
and become very close
which is why they were all so supportive when you ran into their dorms and yelled that you were debutingÂ
you end up having a little celebration
when you actually did debut,Â
they were so hyped
especially jisung
he streamed your mv so many times
he knew every detail of every scene in the mv
which was adorable
the fans knew you were childhood friends so they absolutely loved your interactions
which meant your company/companies being likeÂ
WE COULD MAKE MONEY FROM THAT
so they make sure you have a collab stageÂ
like really early in your debut
and it was kinda awkward
but because you knew each other beforehand
you felt completely fine
at this point, your moms were betting on when youâd start dating
to which you would both just blush and tell them to stop
you end up going on so many variety shows together
mainly dance specials
and everyone finds you too adorable
like everyone ships it
but theyâre kinda lowkey about it because they donât want to make you uncomfortableÂ
not the case of his members tho
or yours
you canât tell me jaeminâs hiatus wasnât just him laying in bed, resting and planning your wedding
you canât
taeyong ends up asking him why he hasnât asked you out yet
he just blushes
it wasnât until you were both a bit older
and you were at an award ceremony
where everyone was complimenting you
like your dress, makeup, hair, etc
that he realized he liked you
seeing you like that and realizing he needs to stop looking at you as his little childhood friend
and start looking at you as an adult
or somewhat of an adult
he can never look at you as an adult
because he would always have the image of you
with 6 empty chocolate milks around you
and a gummy worm hanging from your mouth
as you tried your best to color the coloring book correctly
but hey, you were always going to have the imagine of him
hanging from monkey bars
after he finished his 5th scoop of ice creamÂ
and laughing because he overheard someone say a fart joke
ANYWAY
he starts seeing you as an adult
kinda
and he gets slightly jealous when everyone compliments you
so after that, he goes to taeyong and jaehyun
and asks for dating advice
jaehyun just yellsÂ
âwooooo! you should know my usual boba order by now, right, lee?â
These fuckers bet on how long it would take for jisung to realize his feelingsÂ
and jaehyun would regrets only asking for a free boba when he won
but heâs way too happy about winning to care
it ends with half of 127 and half of dreamies giving advice,Â
the other halves teasing
and wayv cooing on the phone as they were in china at the time
it takes him like 5 months till he confesses
heâs a nervous baby let him be
and when he does get the courage,Â
he takes you to an amusement park
you donât go on any of the rides
because heâs scared
but you do play the games and eat food
you even watch the fireworks
which is when he finally holds your hand for the first time
you did a lot of skinship before
like when you were friends
but it wasnât like thisÂ
it was cute
he was so nervous
your palms were both sweaty from nervousness
but neither of you cared
you were just happy to enjoy the moment
 that got cheesy
he even walked you to your dormÂ
like to right in front of your door
which is when he hesitantly gave you a kiss on the cheekÂ
but you wanted a real kiss so you gave him a proper kiss
and he ended up almost tripping on his way to the elevator
where he smiled to himself
and tried to calm himself down
so the members wouldnât see him like this
but they did
they teased him
and just yelled with him
âour baby had his first kiss!â -jaemin
âlife is going way too fast! werenât you like 3 years old yesterday?!â- jeno
âhow come heâs 2 years younger and already getting more action than me?!â -renjun
the others find outÂ
and tease him
mostly they just congratulate him tho
âwooo! our baby is becoming a man!â -taeyong
âdoyoung, hold me, iâm emotional!â -johnnyÂ
âwhenâs the wedding?â -taeil
âwedding? i always cry at weddings...â -jungwoo
âno weddings! yet!â -kun
âyeah! heâs not getting married before me!â -jaehyun
they might have gone a bit overboard
but can you blame themÂ
itâs their baby weâre talking abt
they still see him as the little toddler from when he was on mickey mouse club
also you end up not telling your parents right away
and they keep match making
so you end up being like
âMom, weâre already dating, you can stopâ
cue both of your moms get excited
like theyâre already talking about being the best grandmas
and having the cutest grandchildren
even tho youâve only been together for 2 months
something tells me heâd be the type to want to have matching everything
phone cases
(probably anna and kristoff ones)
then profile pictures
jewelry
clothing
anything and everything
heâd find it so cute
speaking of matching profile pics
the fans would realize what was going onÂ
when you would match your pfps
so your company/companies were like
yes, theyâre dating, no one is surprised...anyway 127 comebackÂ
your dating announcement is like super chill
mainly because everyone was waiting for itÂ
also i feel like heâd always be playing with your hairÂ
and fixing it
like all the time
a single hair out of place?
we canât have that!
his hands are in your hair already
would text you for advice while filming chenjiâs this and that
and would always make something for you too
âchenleâs turned out more aesthetic but mine is made with love, so mine is better my default.âÂ
also it wouldnât matter if youâre older than him, the same age, younger than him
doesnât matter
would want to hear you call him oppa
but immediately get shy after
also heâs an aquarius
so if you end up getting really random texts during the day
like during your schedules
donât be surprised
like heâs already maknae on top
so he will rebel to like some of the things you say
âjisung! we need to get back to filming in 3 minutes!â
âbut weeee!â -jisung going down the slide for the 5th timeÂ
cries when you joke about leaving him there
speaking of crying,Â
we all know heâs emotional
and cries easily
so he just runs to you whenever he wants to cry
and just placed his head on your shoulder
to hide his facial expression
but itâs okay
youâve already seen everything from the random snaps you get every day
he might not know how to comfort you at first
but he will learn
and heâs pretty mature for his ageÂ
so he would take comforting you very seriously
heâs a really good listenerÂ
so he would love to just hear you vent to him
it would kinda boost his ego a bit too
like heâs the one who youâre venting to
yknow what i mean?
but also he protects you very well
you get scared of a spiderÂ
he goes all manly modeÂ
and gets rid of it for you
doesnât like to admit it,Â
but he thinks about you a lot
and your future
like once you two grow out of your idol livesÂ
and into a more adult life
where you get married
and have kids
kids who tease their uncles (aka nct members)
because THE maknae on top was their teacher after all
speaking of weddings
his older brother got married
and obviously you were his date
and everyone kept looking at you two
asking when it was your turn
your mom said âhopefully soonâ
âmom, we donât have time, we have busy schedulesâ
âbut one day...â
time jump to when the news breaks about your engagementÂ
and everyone is crying
they watched you both grow up and now youâre getting married??
what???
the announcement was everywhere
also you donât announce anything about a child
one day, you just both post a picture of your daughter
with a caption like
âsheâs so cute, i knew my genes were good.â
or something like that
and everyone goes wild
nationâs babies having a baby?
legend says chenleâs screaming caused 2 earthquakes that day
to sum it up: nationâs babies turned nationâs it couple because jisung is the best boyfriend you could ever have asked forÂ
.....i might have gone way more invested than i thought i was going to. Do i regret it tho? hell no. Am i emotional now because I pictured adult Jisung with a baby? hell yes.
tag list: @soleilchannieâ
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Retroactive
âChloe!â Marinette squeals as she rushes towards her friend. Chloe turns around and catches an armful of hyperactive six-year-old.Â
She had been walking down to her law firm when she was barreled down by the child. How that happened, neither of them had a clue.Â
The truth was, Master Fu had been experimenting on Marinette and Tikki to upgrade her transformation, and a newly child-Marinette didnât recognize him. So naturally, she sprinted to the streets in search of someone she knew.Â
Chloe lifts Marinette hesitantly, and the little girl hugs her tight. Chloe was 25, yet she was the same to Marinette. Her blonde hair was the same as before, and her face was similar.Â
âMissed you, Chlo,ââ she says as she nuzzles her cheek.Â
Chloe feels her heart breaking in two- if Marinette was how old she thought she was, then that meantâŚÂ
That meant that Chloe and Marinette had been separated by their parents. It had been âunacceptableâ for the daughter of the mayor and a fashion designer to be playing with the daughter of a âpeasantâ, as her mother taught her.Â
Chloe felt sick to her stomach.Â
Instead of voicing her thoughts, she hugs the little girl. âDo you know who made you little?âÂ
She texts her boss to let her know that she wouldnât be coming in. Marinette pulls away.Â
âIt was a wrinkly old man who said that he needed to test on me,â she responds with a pout. She points in the direction from where she had come from.Â
Chloe carries her half-way, then drops Marinette.Â
âWhy was I carrying you? Youâre a big girl!â she chastises. Chloe had forgotten how much of a trickster Marinette had been when she was younger.Â
Chloe, however, had been turning into the spoiled brat she had been in her lycee years.Â
Marinette just looks back up at her with a perfectly innocent smile.Â
Chloe sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. âCome on, lil Mari, take me where you ran from.âÂ
After maneuvering through throngs of people, they stand in front of Master Fuâs house.Â
âHello, Chloe and Marinette,â he welcomes them after opening the door. Marinette goes inside tentatively, holding Chloeâs hand all the while.Â
Marinette goes to the bathroom, so Chloe sits down to talk to Master Fu.Â
âChloe, it is good to see you. Iâm sure you must be wondering why Marinette has decreased in age⌠you see, we were experimenting to see if Tikki could take Marinette back a few minutes in time, similarly to Sass, but as you see, something went wrong.â
Chloe drinks her tea to calm herself. She doesnât acknowledge the scalding temperature.Â
âSo when will she be the correct age again?â Â
âWell, I would guess approximately a weekâŚâÂ
*
âDo you have apple juice?âÂ
âNo.âÂ
âSo⌠do you have orange juice?â
âNo.â
âWhat about-âÂ
âThere is no juice in this house!â Chloe erupts at the little girl.Â
Marinette is unfazed.Â
âWell, technically, this is an apartment.âÂ
âUgh, â Chloe mumbles before going back into her work. âGo find a pack of fruit gummies or something.âÂ
*
Marinette as a seven-year-old was a little bastard.Â
âChloe, Chlo-Chlo, can I show you how to do a roundhouse kick? My cousin taught me.âÂ
Chloe remembers how this exchange had gone the first time. Spoiler Alert: not well.Â
âSure, show me.âÂ
Marinette comes too close and kicks her squarely in the nose.Â
At least she apologizes.
*
âUm, Miss Bourgeois? Thereâs a little girl outside, waiting for you.âÂ
Chloe resists the urge to cuss the tiny demon child out, but just barely. Why did it have to be her, again?Â
(â... because you know of Marinetteâs identity, and seeing as Alya and Nino have children of their own, and Adrien is in Italy, you are the only one who can be trusted with Marinette.âÂ
Chloe had to leave to let out her childish frustrations.)Â
âUh, Miss? Are you alright?â She hears the assistant ask again. She nods, her lips pressed thin, and leaves to go see what the child has come for.Â
âYes, Marinette? What do you want?âÂ
âUh, well, you see,â she begins. Chloe checks her watch.Â
âI may or may not have accidentally lost your cat,â Marinette says in a rushed whisper.Â
Deep breath in. Deep breath out. In. Out. In. Ou-Â
âChloe?âÂ
âOkay. This is fine. Let me just finish my work for today, then we can go back home to see if we can find him.âÂ
Marinetteâs shoulders relax, and a slow grin spreads upon her face.Â
âYou can wait in the main lobby,â Chloe informs her before walking away. Nine-year-olds were so much work.
*
âI hate you,â Marinette tells her the next day as they eat breakfast.Â
Chloe sighs. âLet me guess, weâve just started to do that thing, right?âÂ
Master Fu had told her that Marinette would get her memories based on her age. For example, right now she was getting her memories from the first year of lycee.Â
That was when Chloe had decided that Marinette would be her victim in a game of cat and mouse.Â
âWhy should I tell you? Whatâve you ever done for me?âÂ
Chloe bites down a retort. It hurts her pride, but she canât say something that would make Marinette trust her even less.Â
âIâm sorry, Marinette. Iâve apologized before for what Iâve done, but Iâll apologize a hundred times if it means you forgiving me.âÂ
Marinette pushes her food away and stalks off to her place in the guest bedroom. Chloe sighs again and takes the bowls to the sink. Hopefully, Marinette wouldnât react too severely tomorrow.
*Â Â
âHonestly, fuck you! Why were you so mean to me? What did you gain from that?âÂ
âIâm sorry, Mari, Iâm so sorry,â Chloe tries, but Marinette grabs her hand and looks at her like she murdered her cat.Â
âYou donât get to call me that,â Marinette hisses at her.Â
âFine. Iâm heading to a dinner party with my coworkers, feel free to sulk here for the rest of the night,â Chloe says with a carefully clear voice.Â
âFine. Then go, and donât bother coming back.âÂ
The door shuts, and the neighbors can hear the torn sobs of a thirteen-year-old.Â
*
Chloe comes into Marinetteâs room. Sheâs still asleep, and she aged through the night. The bags under her eyes are more prominent than ever.Â
âMarinette?â Chloe asks hesitantly, making her way across the room. She taps the sleeping teenager, and she startles awake.Â
âI swear- I swear I finished it, Mr. Agreste! I finished it in time,â she rushes to say, and upon realizing itâs just Chloe, she relaxes.Â
âYou can still sleep, Iâm just going out to grab us some groceries, alright?â Chloe responds slowly.Â
âNo! I canât sleep, Mr. Agreste needs me to finish the designs for fashion week.âÂ
âMarinette, you can sleep. Gabriel doesnât need you to finish anything, heâs-â Chloe stops herself before she can mess with Marinetteâs mind more. âNever mind. Just try to get some sleep, alright?âÂ
âOkay,â Marinette responds after a minute. Chloe leaves, although uncertainly.Â
âAre you sure you donât want me to- oh,â she says upon seeing her already asleep again.Â
A slow smile stretches across her face.
*
âDamn, how did I think that I was straight for seventeen years of my life?â Marinette mutters as she flips through a magazine.
Chloe laughs suddenly as she minces the onions. Marinette looks up and colors abruptly. She coughs into her fist and looks away.
âNo, no, Iâm not judging you but damn, that was funnier than it should be. I can relate- I mean, I didnât realize I was gay until I turned like, 20.â
âOh, really? Cool,â she says, still red.Â
Chloe snickers to herself. She couldnât wait until Marinette was back to her normal age.Â
*
âChloe, please donât go. I canât lose you again. Donât go! You canât go!â Marinette sobs into Chloeâs back.Â
Chloe turns around. âIâm not going to leave. Just let me call into work and tell them that I canât make it today.âÂ
âO- okay. But you canât leave!â
If Chloe was correct in her assumptions, then Marinette and the rest of the Miraculous Team had just defeated Hawkmoth. That means that Chloe had gone into a coma, Adrien had gone to court, and Gabriel had gone to jail.Â
âIâm not leaving you. Iâm right here.âÂ
After making the call, Chloe leads both of them to the couch. âYouâll be alright, Mari, I swear. Things do get better.âÂ
âYou promise?â Marinette asks after sheâs cried herself out.
âI promise.âÂ
*
âThank god. Reliving my life was a living nightmare.âÂ
Chloe sits up from her place on the couch. They had fallen asleep after crying.Â
âMari?â she asks blearily. Marinette hugs her then goes back to her phone.Â
âGood morning to you too, babe.âÂ
âMari! Youâre back to normal!â Chloe grins wide.Â
âYeah. Iâm back.âÂ
âCan I kiss you, then?â Marinette glances back at her.
âNah.âÂ
Chloe pouts and Marinette takes pity on her. âAw, love, donât make that face.âÂ
âKiss it better?âÂ
âYeah, okay.âÂ
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A/N: This is my second elriel fic. Iâve done so many back and forth POV but let me know if you liked both or would have rather just seen one. Thank you @kimkla for the prompt. I had fun writing this. Enjoy!
Prompt: âAz just came back from a really difficult mission and has problems to get back to normal. Elain helps him through some bad flashbacks/anxiety attacks or sth. Angst w/ fluffy endingâ
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Azriel POV
Rhys sent me on a mission. A mission that hits too close to home. I canât be mad because he didnât know but Iâm still aggravated.
He sent me to go spy on someone causing trouble in the Illyrian mountains. What he didnât know was the person causing trouble was one of my brothers. My brother who was torturing people for sport and then covered it up as if he didnât do anything. But Iâm not stupid.
I am finally going to get my revenge on him. He is going to regret ever causing harm to people. He is going to know what that harm feels like in return.
So I went to him as silent as my shadows and punched him to the ground. I punched him to the ground unconscious. Then I dragged his pathetic unconscious body to a cave and chained him up.
Then I let him gain his consciousness back and put oil on his hands and set them on fire. I let him feel what I had to feel. I let him feel the pain that I thought was going to kill me. The pain that I wished death upon.
I watched him scream and beg for mercy. I watched him apologize over and over and over again. I watched the tears pour from his eyes. I kept telling myself that he deserved this. He earned this pain.
But for some reason it just made me feel guilty. But he deserved this, didnât he? He tortured me and so many others. He deserved to die a slow death.
I, then, grabbed my signature weapon, Truth-Teller, and cut him. Slowly. I stabbed him. I decided to remove his wings. And I let him bleed out.
All I could think about was the blood he poured from everybody else. The pain he caused everyone else. This will be worth it. Itâs not like anyone will miss him anyway.
But why doesnât this feel right?
As soon as his heart beated for the last time, I took him off the chains and burned his body. I contemplated keeping the wings as a trophy but I donât think Elain would appreciate that.
When I was done, I was trembling. My whole body was shaking. I was pouring with sweat from the rage. The shame. The anxiety. The memories.
I am no better than he is. If I went and brutalized and killed him, I am no better than he that did that to other people. What was I thinking?
Elain POV
Itâs currently midnight and Iâm waiting for Azriel to come back to our cottage. He was supposed to be here by noon but he must have got stuck doing something. Iâm sure he is alright.
By two in the morning I heard the front door open. Odd, he usually is as quiet as a mouse. I was on my way to go downstairs to meet him, to make sure he was okay, when the bedroom door opened and Az walked hurriedly to the bathing room.
Something must have gone wrong. He hasnât come like this in a while. He usually only does when something bad went wrong. Something that he blames himself on.
I quietly followed him to the bathing room. He was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, panting. Panting because he was panicking. Sweat dripped off his face. His hands trembled. Blood. He had blood on him.
I ran to him quickly, âAz, blood. Is this your blood?â
He didnât look up at me. âNo.â Okay well I guess weâll be playing a one-word game tonight.
I grabbed a towel to wash his face and hands up. âLetâs get you cleaned off then.â
Still without looking, he murmured, âNo.â
Trying not to get frustrated, I softly spoke, âAz, Iâm going to get the blood off you.â
I reached up to wipe some blood off his cheek. At the contact, he pushed me hard and yelled, âNo!â
I fell backwards. I hit my head hard against the floor. The pain and dizziness was enough to take my speech away. At the tears that started to roll down my face, it seemed to snap him out of his rage.
He kneeled down next to me. âElain, I- I am so sorry. I didnât mean to. Crap. Iâm sorry.â He tried to wipe the tears away but realized the blood on his hands.
I got up, albeit slowly. He was there watching me just in case I fell. I took a deep breath trying to pull my emotions of the physical and mental hurt, and said, âAzriel, Iâll be back in the morning. Hopefully, youâll be in the mood to talk. Clean yourself up. Get enough rest. Bye.â
He looked distraught. But I had to go, I had to leave. He needed time to think. I know he didnât mean to hurt me but before he can do anything else, I have to go. Just for a little bit.
I put on a dress and a cloak and headed to Feyre and Rhysandâs house. As I walked, I let the tears fall freely. I never expected this of him. He has never hurt me physically before. But I remind myself that he is obviously hurting himself. But still, not a good enough excuse.
After walking for an hour and half in the middle of winter, I arrived at their house. Rhysand opened the door. His eyes went wide with shock, either because it was me or because of the state I was in.
After a minute, he seemed to realize it was cold, âUm come in, Elain. Are you okay?â
I cried, âCan I talk to Feyre? Iâm sorry Iâm here so late.â
He pulled me into a hug. âYes, of course. Donât be sorry. Sheâll be down here in a minute.â
He led me to the living room when another dizzy spell took over me. Rhys caught me and a look of concern replaced his look of pity. âElain, are you sure youâre okay?â
He put his hands around my waist to keep me from falling. A blush rose high on my cheeks. He has never touched me like this, but that doesnât matter right now.
I rubbed my eyes in an attempt to make them see straight but that didnât work. I stammered, âCan- can I go sit down?â
He nodded his head. He kept an arm on my shoulder should I fall again. At the same time we sat down, I heard Feyre descend the stairs.
Azriel POV
I canât believe I just did that. I pushed Elain. I hurt her. Iâm an idiot, such an idiot. I will never forget the look of shock and hurt on her face. That was uncalled for. There is no excuse for that.
I decided to take a long bath and sleep on the couch. I will not sleep in our bed without her. Without Elain. Itâs our bed not my bed. It feels wrong to sleep there without her.
I hope she will forgive me. I donât deserve to be forgiven but still I hope she will. I need to sleep, calm myself, and take care of this chaotic mess I created. Tomorrow.
Elain POV
âIâm so sorry, Elain. Something must be bothering him pretty badly to act like this.â Feyre said, quietly.
Rhysand looked mad. He was barely controlling the anger boiling in his body. Feyre put a hand on his arm in an attempt to cool him off.
Feyre spoke again, âMaybe you should see a healer. Just to make sure your head is okay.â
âIâm fine, really.â
Rhysand looked at me at that, âElle, you almost fell earlier. Please, I insist. Just to make sure everything is okay.â
I thought for a second. It wouldnât hurt getting checked just to make sure.
I nodded my head, âOkay.â
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Madja came and examined me. She gave me a pain tonic for the headache that was starting to build pressure in my head. She told me to rest and take it easy for a little bit.
Thatâs exactly what I did. I went to bed thinking about what I was going to do tomorrow morning.
âââââ
Morning came and Rhys insisted that he go to the house first and check on Az. To make sure he isnât going to hurt anybody else.
I let him. Just so that I wouldnât be so nervous. Because Iâm afraid. Iâm afraid of the reaction my husband may have. Iâm afraid he might accidentally hurt me again. Rhys going first will at least give me peace of mind.
Azriel POV
I heard a knock on the door. I was just going to ignore it. Iâm too tired to deal with anything. But then the knock became persistent so I let in and got up to answer it.
I opened the door to a red-faced Rhys looking madder than I have seen him in a while.
He grabbed the collar of my tunic and dragged me to the couch, throwing me onto it.
âDo you want to tell me why Elain showed up at my house at 3:30 in the morning in the dead of winter, crying?â
I just stared at him, not saying a word.
âDo you wanna tell me why you got so mad you pushed her onto the floor?â
Again, I didnât say a word.
Rhys grabbed my tunic again, he yelled, âDo you wanna tell me why you gave her a concussion? She has a freaking concussion because you canât split your home life with your work life and that got her hurt. Thatâs pathetic, Azriel. Pathetic.â
Well, that got my attention, âIs she okay?â
âSheâs okay. I had her see Madja. She gave her a pain tonic for the headache. Told her she needs a lot of sleep. Which she probably didnât get much last night because of you.â
I looked down. I was ashamed. I didnât know what to say.
Rhys sat down beside me. I heard him blow out a big breath. He put an arm around my back and gently asked, âWhat happened, Az? This isnât like you.â
I swallowed, âThe person causing all the trouble was my brotherâŚâ
I went on and told him everything. What I had done. What I had felt. I had never felt more vulnerable in my entire life.
By the end of it, I was shaking. Trembling. Like I was the night before. I didnât realize a tear had slipped out until Rhys rubbed it off my cheek.
Rhys just hugged me and said, âIâm sorry, Az. If I had known-â
I cut him off, âNo, you wouldnât have known. I just need Elain. I need to see her. Apologize.
Rhys nodded his head. And headed out the door.
Elain POV
Rhys is winnowing me to my house. He said he talked to Azriel and said I needed to also talk to him. Here goes nothing.
Rhys gave me a timid smile and nodded his head. I tell him thank you and heâs gone.
I walk in the house and itâs quiet.
âAzriel!â
He walks out of the bedroom into the living room. âHey Ellie.â
I see him take a deep breath and he continues, âIâm so sorry. That was uncalled for. Iâm sorry I hurt you. I promise I wonât do it again. Iâm just so so sorry. How are you doing? Are you okay?â
âIâm doing fine, Az. Just a headache and tiredness.â I paused and swallowed. âTalk to me. What happened yesterday?â
I saw Azrielâs body tense for a heartbeat and relaxed like nothing happened. He came and grabbed my hand and took me over to the couch.
âElain, I killed my brother yesterday. I beat him, stabbed him, burned him. And I thought it would make me feel better that it would help me move past my childhood but it didnât. In fact, it just makes me feel worse. Iâm no better than he is, Iâm no different than he was.â He told me everything that had happened.
Azriel POV
I could feel the tears trying to well up. I could feel the burning in my eyes. But I shouldnât hold it back. Elain is my wife. She deserves to see every part of me. I let the tears fall.
Elain grabbed my face. âNo, Az honey, you are nothing like he is. He got what he deserved. I never met your brother but Iâm sure he doesnât have the kind, tender heart that you have. Iâm sure he doesnât have your compassion. I know he doesnât share the love you give so freely to your family. You are nothing like him.â
She kissed my tears away. I pulled her into my lap and wrapped my arms around her. âIâm still so sorry for yesterday. I caused you pain that shouldâve never happened. Iâm so sorry.â
âI know you're sorry. I know you didnât want to. Donât let your anger get the best of you. It was a mistake that I expect you wonât make again. Or I promise you, I will let the wrath of my sisters and your brothers to come upon you and you will regret it for the rest of your eternity.â
I laughed a low laugh. âI wouldnât expect anything less. Please forgive and I will spend the rest of my eternity being the male I vowed to be to you, Elain Acheron.â
âI do forgive you, my most precious shadowsinger.â And she kissed me. And I kissed her. Passionately. Trying to convey all the love I have for her that words canât even justify.
She wrapped her legs around my waist. Kissing my jaw line and down my neck. Which elicited a moan from deep within my throat. She went back up to my lips.
I broke the kiss off, âElain, love, Iâm pretty sure someone told me the healer said you needed lots of rest.â
âRest can wait.â
âRest is important for your healing. I promise you after you rest some then I will make love to you in the way you deserve it.â
She smiled at me and kissed the corner of my mouth. âOkay.â
I picked her up and carried her to our bed. We both took our clothes off and laid down with each other. She cuddled into my chest and I laid a kiss atop her hair.
Cauldron, I donât know how I ever got this female. I definitely donât deserve her but I will thank the mother everyday she thought I did.
âââââââ
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A Jinpachi drabble
What's hidden behind that calm gaze
Disclaimer:
This is purely fiction.
Likely OOC, as his route hadn't come out yet.
There might exist grammar mistakes somewhere.
Type narrative.
Read at your own discretion.
Also it was written without any plot idea so it might be random. Just enjoy.
Inspired by the Claim me event on Nobuyuki's route, made it just for fun and because his seriousness has me curious and wishing to break his cool.
He walked towards his Lord's room as quietly as he always does when a loud yell from said room picked up his attention, his gaze sharpened as he approached the door, pushing it open slowly.
The noisy one was backed against the wall by the air, or so it appeared at first.
He walked into the room noticing his liege Lord wasn't on sight but a young woman in his stead staring at nothing.
"Who are you?" He spoke coldly, suspicious yet curious.Â
Her reply was fast but you could read how shaken she was as it dragged on, "The new maid⌠I⌠please, kill it!"Â
He didn't register what she meant until he addressed his gaze towards the 'object' she was looking at horrified.Â
The little bug squirmed in what looked like a spider net, reaching for it, it was set free as he held the small bee in between his hands, walked over the window and let it fly away towards its freedom.
He saw it flying towards the garder, a gentle smile tugged at the corner of his lips, whilst his always hard stare softened ever so slightly.
Spinning around when quiet footsteps walked on his direction, his expression shifting once more to a blank one.
"Thank you, Sir. I thought I was gonna die for sureâŚ" she said sincerely, yet he couldn't help but being wary of her.Â
"You're welcome. Could you answer my question now? Why are you in this room alone?"
She blinked a couple times thinking about an answer. "I was sent here to deliver a package. I'm sorry if I barged into your room, Milord" she bowed apologetically.
His left eyebrow lifted for a brief second yet he controlled it once he noticed it, "You must learn to wait for an answer before you walk in" he warned yet wasn't going to correct her impression of him.
"I will next time. Thanks once more" she whispered yelled, turning around and sprinting away from the room.
His eyes followed her till she was out of his sight yet he didn't stop staring at the now closed door.
Minutes later his trance was broken when his liege Lord walked through the door with what seems a plate of sweets and tea.
"There you are. I was looking for you in the kitchen. Any news?" He put the plate on his table, grinning like the cat who got the mouse.
"No yet. There is nothing rising inside the castle, yet there is an unexplainable amount of new workers. It would take us a week to see if they are trustworthy."
"Hmmm⌠I see. Keep on the look. Also make sure father doesn't arrive just yet. I suspect they are spying on us here."
"I will Nobuyuki! Milord. There was a new maiden here when I came to deliver my report. She was staggered against the wall because ofâŚ" he shut up before finish as he found it hilarious.Â
"Uh?" He looked at his subordinate amused yet intrigued. "Keep going, Jinpachi. What stopped her?"
He smiled softly, eyes focusing on the spider web "This. It was a bee in here. Also, she might have mistook me for the owner of this room"
Nobuyuki burst out laughing, eyes squeezing close, laughing to his heart's content, "You can't be serious⌠wait, you don't joke around. So this is true. See, you're so handsome you could pass like a real Lord, hahaha"
"This is a serious matter, Milord" he said awkwardly at that joke, but he didn't show it, "She likely thinks I'm the castle's Lord as she was led to this room".
Nobuyuki eyes gleam with mirth addressing at his personal assistant, "We can't go around lying cute maidens, can we?"
Jinpachi knew what he meant, he hadn't spent half his life working for this man for nothing, he knew where it was going and he didn't like it not even a bit.
"We shouldn't. Now if you excuse me" he bowed ready to walk out the door but Nobuyuki stopped him on his track, landing a hand on his shoulder, grinning but his eyes shining mischievously.
"It won't hurt anyone. Plus, see it this way. You can protect me better this way. They would think you are the Lord. All we need to do is tell our old staff what don't sneak in this information." He pressed on.
Jinpachi locked eyes with Nobuyuki for what seems like an eternity, then a loud sigh was heard, "a week, no more" he said knowing his Lord would do anything to get his way. "But you must stay close. I can't unattend my responsibilities either."
Nobuyuki chuckled, "sure! I'll be your assistant now. This will be fun. Yukimura would make a fuss if he were to know about this."
He shaked his head, staring at the blue eyed Lord. "He's with your father but we have only a week before they arrive. You better not stray away." He asked, hoping this won't get out of hand.
By night time the old maids and retainers were informed to keep the lie and they should start acting as if Jinpachi were the castle's lord.
As told by the liege Lord, Jinpachi has to sleep in said man's room and Nobuyuki will sleep in the attic above it, he opposed it but Nobuyuki didn't want it otherwise.Â
Days passed and finally they were having a hint of whose were the spies, the young Maiden was among them, or that's what Nobuyuki insisted on being set up as a practicing page for Jinpachi.
He knew his Lord did it out of amusement to see if he could get a reaction out of Jinpachi, yet the one flustered there was the girl herself.Â
Her name is Merina, but everything about her life before her arrival to the castle is blurred, apparently she arrived asking for a place to work in after the lands where she used to live were taken by the war and she, as others were kicked out from their homes. At least that's what the girl who arrived with her said as Merina lost her memories as she was injured when war broke in.
She knocked the door, holding a big stack of letters in both her arms, using her head to knock on it.
From inside Jinpachi called in: "come in" suspecting who it was.
After a couple seconds of not seeing the door opening Nobuyuki made his way to it with a grin plastered on his features, sliding it open he saw her and chuckled helping her taking them from her. "I can't understand who would be this heartless as to send such beautiful girl holding this heavy letters"
She shook her head side by side smiling widely, bowing at his kind actions, "it's my duty. Also it was me the one who said who wanted to come in.." she looked in Jinpachi's direction, somehow happy to see him working so diligently.
Or what one could call work as he was assisting Nobuyuki on his duties, yes, to the outside world he was the one handling matters regardless of the castle and lands, but Nobuyuki himself was the one doing it. But it was fun to him being treated like an equal in his own castle.
"We thank you for your hard work" he said bowing to her briefly but then composed himself as he is the 'Lord'.
Nobuyuki settled the stack of paper on the desk and waved to her, "would you mind keeping company to our Lord? I have some matters to attend now. I'll be back right away" he said with his usual kind but persuasive tone which was difficult to refuse.
She felt guilty turning down such a request, nodding as she stepped into the room closer to Jinpachi, smiling brightly, somehow comfortable with his company.
"You're a lifesaver. I'll be back as soon as possible" he whispered in her ear before puffing away like a ninja.
Jinpachi wondered if his Lord had been training secretly lately trying to steal his job, his eyes landed on Merina as she sat in front of his desk, unsure what to do or how to help him.
It isn't like dealing with this is anything new to him, indeed his job requires he goes any length to get information or get his job done, but something about her was unsettling him.
"Would you mind ordering them by the sender's name?"Â
She nodded, concentrated into it, maybe forcing herself to get distracted with it as she could feel his strong gaze piercing her soul.
Her heart beats as loud as drums resounding on her ears, biting her lips, preparing herself to speak up.Â
He kept on sneaking looks at her whilst he read the stack left by his Liege Lord, but forming a new stack as he knows it needs his final approval.
"So⌠are your memories back?" He asked to break the silence, eyes fixed on her cowered frame in front of him as she reads.
Her hands stopped working, lifting her head meeting his eyes, those chocolate brown eyes which melt her to the core, as reflection she nodded but then denied it as the meaning sank in.Â
"No yet⌠uh, I barely remember my house." She babbled, shifting her gaze to the right, trying to reminisce about the past.
He shook his head and spoke calmly, "Maybe those memories are painful. But how about making new ones?" He didn't even know why he suggested that, but couldn't stop himself from saying that out loud.
She grinned hopefully, eyes sparkling like diamond, "Can't hurt me, can it?"
He nodded, then a knock came at the door, he called them in, a tray with exquisite dishes was placed in the middle of the room, the one bringing them walked out of the room right after.
"Would you mind joining me?" He surprised himself as he kept on speaking his mind, yet his demeanor kept calm.Â
"I'd love to!" She squeaked reaching for a plate but stopping herself when he didn't do the same, "Forgive my bold behaviour, Milord".
He chuckled softly, a rare sight to be honest, but one which would increase your heart ratio.Â
Cheeks stained in a bright shade of pink, smiling back.
He nodded as giving her permission to get a hold of her favourite dish or anything of her liking.
Encouraged by it she grabbed the boiled dumplings with her chopsticks and brought them to her lips, parting them the moment they touched them.
Out of curiosity or maybe something deeper than that, his gaze didn't withdraw from her for a single second, his thoughts betraying him the same moment the soft pale dumpling was dragged in by her teeth and tongue.Â
He twitched a little in his seat, averting his gaze, distracting himself reaching for some fried seaweed, bringing it fast to his lips almost to sate his sudden hunger.
She kept on eating happily, stealing glances at him, "what do you like the most?".
Although the innocence of her question it setted him off for a second, "what?!"
Tilting her head she grinned, her little fingers pointing to the tray, "which of them do you like the most?"
He let out a breath, then stared at the tray analyzing them. "All of them are good"
"Uh?" This didn't sate her curiosity, so she didn't hold it back, "there must be one which you like the most."
His heart and brain had an inner conflict about it, yet his mouth came out with a new conclusion, "the rice balls"
"This one?" Lifting one of them she stared at it, tilting her head side to side, then gave it a big bite missing the moment he flinched as reaction to her action. "This one is good.. salty kinda fishy but good so far" in no time it was gone.
This is part 1 of 2-3.
I could have gone straight to the spicy scene, but without building up their story I'd betray my own beliefs.
I still have a bunch on Docs but most of them need a good start or at least a start.
Any comment/suggestion is welcome. Give a like and share if you liked it.
Happy Tuesday ~ hopeful the spicy part be ready for Thursday.
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