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cieloclercs · 1 year ago

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what would you say (if i told you i love you)? — charles leclerc

PART: 5/? (read part 4 here)

summary. in which childhood best friends blur the lines between what they’ve always known, and something more

pairing. charles leclerc x artsy!reader

warnings. it’s GROVELLING time !! sad charles, sad reader, swearing, everyone still kind of hates charles (as they should) angst but not quite as angsty as the last part

face claim. tara michelle

author’s note. i hope this is enough suffering for you guys 😭 i’m weak tho so there’s a tinyyy bit of progress at the end 👀 i feel like this one’s a bit messy so i’m sorry about that?? it’s also kind of just setting up the next part but oh well 😭 anyways, LAST PART COMING UP NEXT ☹️ i’m gonna miss this series :’(

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f1gossip Charles Leclerc and Y/N Y/L/N spotted at the same night club in Monaco 👀

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➜ part 6

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sofiareidings · 1 year ago

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I'm Not Yours

Summary: You're getting over a breakup and meet a cute guy on a case, what you didn't realise was that your best friend has been waiting for years. Warning: Swearing

A/N: I'm sorry my post is so late!! I had it queued up to post at 9am like normal and then it didn't?? And then I had a math test so I couldn't go on my phone or anything, AND THEN HALF THE STORY JUST DISSAPPEARED SO I HAD TO REWRITE IT?!?!? It has been quite the hassle. Also this was a prompt from @andiebeaword's 3000 follower celebration! The first sentence of the story was the prompt. Also, I meant for this to be gn!reader so if anyone sees any she/he pronouns for reader please tell me! Love you all <333

Word Count: 1.5k

Song Suggestions: Yours - Conan Gray

"I can't stand you choosing another person over me, again."

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His bright blue eyes shined in the sun, a ray hitting across his face perfectly. Pushing his short brown hair out of his face while smiling at you made your insides flutter, completely forgetting about your ex now.

"So as I was saying, it would be best for you and your team to set up here. There's lots of room and we haven't used it in years." His voice came out in this long, deep tone. JJ walked into the room raising an eyebrow at you before taking over the conversation with the officer.

"What was that look?" Jumping slightly, you turned around and saw Penelope. It was that once a year situation where she actually had to join the rest of the team for a case. "Someone likes the officer."

The girls took any chance they could to get you to talk to the guy. They weren't wrong, you did think he was insanely cute but, you just weren't quite sure if you had the guts to really talk to him.

"I do not!" You laughed, "And even if I did…it's not like anything could happen." Penelope continued pestering and Emily joined the conversation and made sure to give her opinion as well.

***

"You better at least get his number, we're only gonna be here for a few more days." Penelope had been bugging you the most out of anyone, "Well, I let you sit on that thought. I need to go work my wonderful magics so I will talk to you about this later." She smiled and strutted away back to her laptop setup down the hall.

"What was Garcia talking about?" Turning back to the task at hand, Spencer was standing at a board. Working on the case. "Is this about that officer?" His voice was very flat, little emotion which was unusual for him. Especially around you, the two of you had been best friends since you transferred to the BAU.

"Yeah it was, she's trying to get me to get his number." Not turning from his work you started to flip through some files and continue to talk. "I do think he's pretty hot, but I also think it's way too early to start putting myself out there you know?"

"Yeah, yeah I guess I can understand that." Peeking over his shoulder briefly to look at you. Hearing the way you were talking about this guy was leaving him conflicted. The first day he had met you he'd already fallen in love. No statistic or math problem could explain how that happened. He's been sitting on the sideline for the past three years, watching you go from boyfriend to boyfriend, letting him be your shoulder to cry on when it was heartbreak after heartbreak. But honestly, he didn't know how long he could keep going like this.

"...But it could also be some type of fate thing. Like, I break up with a toxic asshole and then meet a dreamy police officer? I don't know, what do you think Spencer?" Walking over to him to put up some photos and thoughts on the board you look up at him, waiting for his response.

"Whatever you think is best I suppose," It took him a long time to respond, the way you were speaking of this guy was just breaking his heart more and more. It was taking all his power to not just scream 'I LOVE YOU!!' and see your reaction. "Do you want to ask him out."

"I think so, I guess he is really nice, and really good looking…" Going on about him a bit more, you paused then changed your thought process. "I mean everything and everyone is telling me to go for it but some small part of me is saying no."

"I think I'm just being paranoid, why shouldn't I put myself out there? It has been like three months. And if it doesn't work out, so what? At least I tried. I think I'll do it." Just like that, the hope died. Should he just say it? Get it out there and hope for the best? This was impossible.

"What does that mean? Are you just not ready to put yourself out there again or is it because there's someone else?" A small glimmer of hope ignited in him, maybe he still had a chance after all.

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"I'm going to do it. So you can stop annoying me about it, Pen." She smiled and started to ramble about how it will be so good for you. The case had been solved and you were all packing up. Everyone with the exception of Hotch and Rossi were in the room given to the team.

"I'm so glad you're going to do this! You two would be such a sexy pair I just know it." You and Penelope continued to talk, but Spencer was just heartbroken. Standing on the opposite side of the room he could still hear you. He was packing up his things slowly, hoping to get a chance to talk to you alone.

"You should just go for it kid, don't let them get with another guy without you atleast saying it." Derek, giving his opinion to Spencer while leaning against the wall. Tossing a ball now that he was all packed up.

"What if you say something and they like you back?" Derek counter protested. Spencer thought about it for a minute, he had a point. But on the other hand he couldn't tell what would be worse; watching you ask someone else out again or telling you and losing such an important person in his life.

"I know, I just don't want to ruin three years of friendship. What if I say something and they never talk to me again?" He questioned, still listening in on your conversation.

***

"I'll be done in a minute!" You called out to Penelope and Emily. Still packing up your things it was only you and Spencer left in the room.

Finally throwing your bag over your shoulder you started to catch up to the rest of the team you heard Spencer call out to you. "Wait! Can I talk to you for a minute, please?"

"Yeah, of course." A little confused on why he sounded so nervous you stood infront of him, waiting for him to continue. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing it's just," He cleared his throat, no or never. "I was just wondering if you gave that officer your number yet."

"Oh, not yet. I was actually about to do that. Why do you ask?" Titling your head, curious. He started to fidget with his hands, not sure what to say.

"Oh, so you are going out with him." His voice barely above a whisper. "That's nice I suppose."

"Okay…" You smiled and started to head to the door. "I'm going to go now, see on the jet Spencer?"

"I- please, I need to say something." He tripped over his words, come on Spencer, just say it!!!

"Are you okay? You seem nervous." Why was he acting like this? It was so confusing to you.

"Okay, I'm just going to say it." He sighed, "I don't want you to go out with that officer. I mean if you really want to you should do it of course but I don't want you to because I want you to go out with me. If you don't feel the same way tell me but it's just, I can't stand you choosing another person over me, again." Biting the inside of his cheek, waiting for your response.

"Oh," Was all you could say at first. You didn't really know what else to say. "You, you like me?"

"Yeah, I do. And if you don't feel the same way I get it and pretend I never said anything because I don't want to lose you. But if you go out and date this guy I'm going to have to put up a boundary, I'm sorry."

"Spencer, I don't know what to say," You laughed lightly, not sure how to say what you were thinking. "I feel the same way, I just assumed you never would like me back so I have been trying to get over it."

"Really?" He smiled and gave that puppy-dog face he always made. "Are you serious?"

"Why would I lie?" Throwing your bag over your shoulder you hugged him then stepped back giving a small smile. "We should go though, the jet is supposed to leave like now. But can we talk about this later?"

"I would like that." The two of you started to head out, and you completely forgot about the officer. Spencer just walked out with a huge smile on his face. Why didn't he say this sooner???

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avocadoooo · 2 years ago

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foolish one

character: alhaitham x fem!reader

a/n: i didn't do the whole song, small letters intended, also never proofread🤸‍♀️ do send in requests❗

you give me just enough attention to keep my hopes too high

rubbing the sides of your forehed, you let out a heavy sigh while looking at the random numbers and formulas written in paper infront of you that you've been trying to understand for the past twenty minutes. the longer the time passes, the longer the number jumbles and shuffles together.

and when you were right on the edge of giving up, you a pair of hands clap right next to your hear startling you.

"you've been staring at that stack of paper for the past twenty minutes and you haven't even gotten passed the first page yet," you hear a familiar voice say, immediately recognizing the owner of it.

"if you're not going to help, best get away. i'm not in the mood to deal with your scolding today, alhaitham."

he doesn't say anything and you hear some shuffling, thinking that he's going to leave, you put your headphones on when suddenly the chair infront of you was pulled from its place. he sits down, dropping a stack of paper infront of you with his neat handwriting of his notes, ready to help with the parts you struggled with (all of it).

wishful thoughts forget to mention when something's really not right

arguing with alhaitham was one that tried their best to avoid, not just because he always thinks that he's right, but also because he makes you think you're making a big deal of things that really are a big deal.

alhaitham's eyebrows meet as he says, "i just ate outside, i didn't think you'd make that big of a deal out of this."

you roll your eyes, already used to him saying those words as you say, "you ate outside when i told you i was going to go and cook us dinner. you also went out of your way to go with nilou, you know how i feel about her, haitham."

he crosses his arms, already over the argument and says, "we've gone over this millions of times already, i told you that she's just a colleague. will you ever get over this? it's getting tiring"

a tear drops as you turn around, locking yourself in your room and your heart with you.

and i will block out these voices of reason in my head

all the signs were pointing to the exit. you knew that it was probably the best thing to do, especially in your situation, but were you going to do it? of course.

you won't.

every single thing about him was screaming red, that it was something wrong and dangerous. and you were well aware of that.

but you always liked red better than green anyway.

and the voices say, "you are not the exception, you will never learn your lesson"

you knew that staying in yours and alhaitham's relationship is a bad idea, hoping that things would turn around and work out for the better.

but you also knew that wishing for that would be throwing another star to the already millions of missed shining ones.

and yet you did anyway. your friends advices going into one ear and out the other as you run back to him. but you know they'll be there for you, ready to catch you as you fall into their arms, crying once again.

you swear you won't come back to him, that you'll be choosing yourself this time around and it'll be better as they nod along, knowing that you'll be back by his side in the morning, things said the night before already forgotten as you look at him with lovestruck eyes.

and you know damn well that he knows that as well.

foolish one, stop checking your mailbox for confessions of love, that ain't never gonna come

was what your friends always told you numerious times, on multiple occasions. have you ever listened? no. have they gotten tired of reminding you? yes. they've realised that you're foolish, you were always a hopeless romantic, but they never thought you'd be a foolish one as well.

and here you were, all dolled up for your anniversary dinner, phone on the table you're sitting infront of with the messages you sent hours ago, looking down at the device with teary eyes.

"hey al, i know you're busy with work but i just wanted to remind you of the date we have tonight! you also said you'd send what you were gonna wear so we can match, see u:))" - sent at 11:30am

"it's 3 hours 'til the date but can you send me the picture if you're not too busy since yk i take a while to get ready. thanks, love" - sent at 3:03 pm

"an hour to go and i have to leave in 20mins, we won't be able to match since you haven't sent me yours, sorry:((" - sent at 5pm

"here at the [location], take your time though" - sent at 5:50pm

you checked the watch on your wrist, 7:43pm, it read. it's been two hours now that you were waiting for your beloved to show up.

"maybe he's just working overtime" he would never work over time.

"he's probably stuck in traffic" the reason you had to leave 20 minutes early was because this place was 5 minutes from his work place so it'd be more convenient for him to come.

"his boss most likely asked him to stay late" he is the boss.

even if you were the one being embarrassed for waiting for wlmost two hours in a restaurant, you still tried making excuses for his behavior anyway.

you grabbed your phone and started typing away

"love, i might leave now since it's been almost two hours that i've waited, you're probably home already since you got tired from work and forgot about the date, it's okay though, we can make up next year"

then you hit send, and just as the message gets delivered as you stood up, a phone chimes from the entrance so you turn to look.

and then there he was, standing at the front talking to the server and you smile thinking that maybe he was just late after all when he walks in and turns to look back out, with his hand extending out.

a hand holds his delicately as nilou walks in.

he turns, looking around the restaurant when you lock eyes, his are shocked, while yours are filled with disappointment. you shook your head as you walk out the exit door, not even bothering to look back as he calls out your name.

you were indeed, the foolish one.

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nix-nihili · 25 days ago

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2024 Writing Year in Review

tagged by @hartigays mwah <3

February

portraits of a friend: good omens, aziracrow

It was the quiet that made him tense. Slow mornings didn't mean quiet mornings; that was an impossibility on a ship with a raucous crew. Quiet meant there was something amiss, something that had him rise from his bed with an arm already outstretched for his sword and- He didn’t scream. He didn't scream. It was a yelp at the very most, a botched swear at the very least. No one on The Seven Seas could say he, The Red Serpent, Captain of The Eden, screamed when he saw the life-size portrait of one Commander Aziraphale Fell looming over his bed. No one except the sniggering voice in the corner. or Commander Aziraphale and Captain Crowley are friends despite the pretences.

April

I called you (it didn't go through): good omens, aziracrow

This is not A. Z. Fell and Co. They don’t have a phone number, such a terrible establishment. I’m sure you’ll have more luck with your other local bookshops! Beep. The funny part about it all? I knew it was over from the moment you told me. or A series of drunk voicemails Crowley leaves Aziraphale post-season two.

bright and burning: dead boy detectives, payneland

Something was unravelling and rebuilding itself in that moment as Edwin came close to so many conclusions that continued to slip out of his grasp, leaving him to scramble and clutch at his chest where the phantom beating of his heart made itself known. or A look at all the important moments of touch between Edwin and Charles.

May

there's not one thing I would change: dead boy detectives, payneland

Charles thought it’d be grand, a revelation that stopped him and the world in its tracks as if hit by the biggest bloody vehicle possible. He thought it would come to him all at once – the feeling, the voice, the sense. Maybe it’d be while they were alone, somewhere scenic or romantic or both. Somewhere different, feeling different. Love, Charles learned, did not work like that. At least not for him. and Edwin did not have any expectations set. He had pushed the thought of it aside his whole life, left to accept a life of solitude and no meaningful attachments. He didn’t have friends in school, so he certainly did not have any romantic contenders. If Edwin were to think about feeling that way, it’d be an impossible thought. Love, Edwin learned, did not work like that. It didn’t have to, not for him. or Charles realises he's always been in love. Edwin tries to fall out of love. Fortunately, he's not sure how to.

June

drawing circles in your hand: dead boy detectives, charles & crystal

“We kissed. Edwin and I. It was- aces. Brills. Bloody spectacular, that’s what.” Silence descended into the room, smothering Charles. He tensed, brow furrowing, and stopped himself from reaching out. A tick, then another, and he had started to wonder if she’d even heard him when she suddenly laughed, head thrown back, curls cascading down her shaking shoulders. “Jesus Christ. Oh, that explains so much.” That silence lifted but he still felt smothered. “What-” “Wait,” Crystal interrupted, switching tracks, eyes narrowing. “Are you two dating?” “Uhm,” he said, ever so eloquent. or that bi4bi besties convo after Cluedo and kisses (with Edwin).

to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die: dead boy detectives, payneland

Because when he catches sight of his face, of the slope of his nose and the furrow of his brow and the eyelids that flutter open and shut with each note, each step, each planned move as if he’s done this hundreds of times before, Charles thinks he could stay here and watch this forever. Then, the ballerina – or is it ballerino? He vaguely recalls the right term – smiles, bright and burning, filled with so much warmth that Charles forgets about the cold wracking his body and the headache thumping behind his temple. He must've gasped, or his breath must've stuttered, because as soon as the smile flits across the dancer’s face, it’s gone, slipping away. The music goes silent and the boy on stage stills, a deer caught in headlights and ready to buck away into the forest that lies beyond the closing curtains. or Charles finds solace in what seems to be an empty theatre after a difficult night. Turns out the theatre isn't as empty as he thinks.

August

tender is the ghost (the ghost I love the most): dead boy detectives, payneland

A hand snaked out to grip Edwin's forearm, the pressure stopping him from peeking out further beyond the edge of the skip. Despite their layers of clothing and the urgency with which Charles had reached out, Edwin could feel the emanating warmth of the touch. It had been years since the very first time; that singular passing gesture that evolved into friendly pats on the back and crowding of personal space on a daily basis. Charles never lingered too long though, always pulling away right before Edwin got the chance to process, to wipe the stunned expression off his face, to drink it in like a man dehydrated. But this was lingering. - Charles has always been a touchy person and Edwin has decidedly not. (He wants to though. Desperately.) or Five times Charles initiates touch over thirty years and one time it's Edwin.

fact of the universe: dead boy detectives, payneland

This has to happen. He needs to get past these ill-fated feelings and if that includes making Charles happy? Well, then there really is no choice in the matter. Charles always deserves to be happy; it is a fact of the universe. or Edwin, with Niko's help, tries to set up a date for Charles and Crystal. It doesn't quite work out.

October

mirrors and memories: dead boy detectives, payneland

One tick Edwin’s disappearing into the mirror, Charles close behind, when something catches his eye right before he’s about to step in; a store advertising their supply of tea imported from India, the very same brand his mother used to make. The kitchen always smelled warm with the samosas she fried alongside it on special occasions when his father wasn’t home. The memory latches so strongly onto Charles’ mind that when he steps out of the mirror, it’s not into the Agency.

I'll go and you'll forget this: dead boy detectives, payneland

“Makes sense. They’re all afraid of death. ‘Course they’d make her sound terrifying as well.” A beat. They continue walking. “But she isn’t. Did you feel it?” Of course, he felt it. Death brought a blanket of calmness with her, the world stilling as she did her duties. An outstretched hand promising safety beyond. Edwin has never been privy to that privilege. (Charles has.)

don't you worry (love is ours): dead boy detectives, payneland

“Wonderful job, Charles.” He held out his hand expectantly and Charles dropped the ring in his palm. It was simple, the exterior polished to a shine, but there was an engraving on the interior: My dearest even in death.

lighting up with love, darling: dead boy detectives, payneland

“I have a gift for you.” Charles bolted up from where he’d been lounging across the stretch of their – now-expanded – couch. “Oh no, did I forget something? Shit, is it like an anniversary ‘cause I swear I would’ve remembered.” “No, Charles. This is of my own volition,” Edwin soothed, coming around the desk with a wrapped boxy rectangular package held gingerly. Charles scooted over, and Edwin sat down beside him, their legs resting comfortably next to each other. “You are always gifting me things, so I thought I might return the favour.”

maybe one day, I'll fall in a bookstore (into the arms of a guy): dead boy detectives, payneland

There is a part of Edwin that he keeps hidden between the bedframe and mattress. It is paper and ink and Edwin’s imagination tampered down and shoved out of view whenever Edwin's classmates get too rowdy.

they're seeking flesh (I refuse to share): dead boy detectives, payneland

Edwin is on the couch, shivering as he removes each layer until he is down to his shirt. His pants are unbuttoned, the hardness evident, but he hesitates. Because Charles is standing across the room, by the closet, completely dressed and only watching, eyes dangerously dark. Then Charles begins speaking.

November

these are fast times and fast nights: dead boy detectives, payneland

“Charles!” Crystal huffed, bringing his attention back to the phone call. A couple of teaspoons should be enough, anyway. He shook it directly into the simmering pot, setting the container aside to grab his phone before it slipped into the curry. “Okay, I’m here, I’m here, hold onto your horses, Crys. What’s going on?” “Jesus, what’s going on?” Okay, he did not sound like that. “Edwin is leaving.” What. “What,” he said, disbelief lacing his voice, causing a sharp huff of laughter. But he didn't really take Crystal to be the joking type, not for this. “What do you mean, leaving?” “As in top-secret filming project that he's flying out for in a couple hours. And no Charles, this is different. It’s in goddamn America. He told Niko that she can’t come visit which means you can’t come visit which means he’s being so utterly stupid about this." or Charles realises that waiting isn't doing anybody any favours.

December

the same woes and the same scars: dead boy detectives, payneland

Getting in the water with his clothes on feels a bit weird, even if they won't get wet – Charles can never help clinging on to those habits of life that Edwin seems so ready to abandon – so he strips down to his singlet while Edwin reads, completely engrossed, and the rest of the Brighton populace carries on, completely oblivious. He hesitates, only a tick, before removing his singlet as well, letting the material pull over his arms naturally rather than be willed away and- There are bruises littering Charles's body.

it's so sweet (I will gladly break my heart for you): dead boy detectives, payneland

“Alright. What is not aces is that this is transpiring to be futile. I may have to contact Monty and see if he is willing to-” “No!” The protest escaped Charles before he realised it, his mouth snapping shut immediately at Edwin's incredulous look. The thought of some random bloke getting it on with Edwin – even for a ruse – was enough to make him do something stupid. “Why do you need someone else, mate? I’m right here, aren’t I?” Fuck, too stupid. Edwin sucked in a sharp breath, the only indication that Charles had stepped onto an invisible landmine. “What are you offering, Charles?” Now that he’d started, he couldn’t stop. “For the holiday party, mate. You need someone who knows you, someone who’s willing to go along with it, someone you’re comfortable with, then- well, I’m offering myself up, mate.” or Surely there is no way pretending to be a couple for a christmas office party can go wrong.

don't wanna talk, love (I just wanna dance): dead boy detectives, payneland

His chest heaved, phantom heart tapping out a rabbit-quick beat that he was sure was audible to Edwin. They didn't move, just stood there in that half conducted dance position as the music glided around them, between them, over them. There could be a whole orchestra playing and Charles wouldn't be able to bring himself to care, not when there were more important matters to deal with.

tagging: @tumblerislovetumblerislife @babyseraphim @cairngorm-ard @makemeimmortalwithahug @e-payne @dear-monday

#dead boy detectives #good omens #nix gets tagged #the dbda year... so real and true #this got so long omfg

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northoco · 10 months ago

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sonadow songs

a thing i’ve been thinking about recently is sonic songs that specifically resemble sonadow

now bare with me because i swear i have a point

the songs i think fit most are both adventure 2 songs, one of which is obvious and the other not at all as it’s a pretty underrated song!!

the obvious one is live and learn! the lyrics just scream sonic, and specifically him being the pov singing to shadow

sonic beats shadow around twice in the game, same for shadow beating sonic depending on if you play hero story or dark story — that second line to me is practically just sonic saying that. life is complicated, ‘tangling you up inside’. one moment the guys on the floor and the next hes towering above him, it goes both ways. right after that we have:

knowing roughly about the pain he’s dealt with and all he’s paid for, even if undeserved. however by following that grief and negative expectation from others he’s practically pulling himself further down, ‘putting him right back where he came’

then it hits with the live and learn which is obviously just the. you know. final kick. however the bridge sort of just beats you when you’re down because johnny what the fuck is this

this is just painful (in a sweet way). to me it’s sonic giving shadow that final hope. the entire rest of the song is pretty aggressive, kind of just yelling to live and learn and get over things but the bridge is such a gentle reminder of why he should do it in the first place. ‘hold on to what if’ aka the what if that shadow will move on from the ark and learn to live. that place sonic is referring to the line before is peace and home.

and then live and learn and shadow fucking dies lmao

but i mentioned two songs!! and that’s because the other song is shadows perspective which is somehow more miserable

this song is none other than supporting me for the biolizard, one of my probably top five sonic songs if not number one. i love it so much it’s so perfect

this song is pretty over looked. you hear it in the biolizard fight but you don’t really listen to the vocals. hell when i first played i didn’t even hear the vocals because i was too busy trying not to fall down the streams and slam my laptop in

the song, unlike live and learn, starts out gentle and soft, and only after the guitar picks up does the first line drop:

after all, it’s what shadow assumes is the final fight. it’s what he thinks is the last thing he needs to do to destroy the threat, hence the desperation.

the verse eventually comes, which could not start harder somehow

now, important. this song could be viewed as a song about maria and his final words to her before he moves on (which you’ll understand when i bring up the next lyrics) and that’s a perfectly good interpretation of it, and probably the intended one.

HOWEVER, it can still be interpreted as a song to sonic, and there will be more on that soon.

anyway, these lyrics are just so good and well sung. the line “i believe in my future, farewell to the shadow” is him accepting the idea of moving on once defeating the biolizard, and believing in what’s next to come via abandoning his past with the destruction of the ark.

‘it was my place to live, but now i need your hand’ the sibling/maria interpretation would be the fact maria died in what shadow thought was his place, and now he needs her support in?? i can’t exactly figure out the last line and it’s tie to maria— WHICH IS WHERE THE JOINT SONADOW INTERPRETATION COMES IN! it was his place to live, it’s his realisation and moving on of his grudges and self + outward hatred. he needs sonics help, and the thing that makes this more fucking painful is the fact it’s a FORESHADOWING OF THE SUPER TRANSFORMATION WHERE THEY REACH THEIR HANDS OUT TO THE SKY TOGETHER.

SHADOW TAKES HIS HAND METAPHORICALLY AT THE FIRST BIOLIZARD FIGHT AND LITERALLY AT THE SUPER TRANSFORMATION.

‘lead me out with your light’ and the line below it to me is what slowly underlines the tie to sonic. he spoke to amy shortly before this fight, and then went straight to sonic, being led out by his guidance to help save the world, the light that he was trying to destroy.

and then the fucking HOLY SHIT THIS PART

this is a straight follow up from the last line before. everything currently IS like an illusion to him, so much is changing and he can barely comprehend its reality.

‘i’ll be losing you before long’ WHICH PLAYS RIGHT AFTER THE LIVE AND LEARN RIFF???? it’s a strong foreshadowing of his death, and the person he’ll be losing is sonic!!! before long!!! it can also be mixed with maria. he’s losing both him and maria by destroying his home and what’s remnant of its present.

the last lines here are what really made me believe this was more towards sonic lmao. ‘i know you are supporting me’ as sonic is currently doing his part in the fight whilst shadow is facing the biolizard. he knows he’s supporting his decision to join his side, and to realise what the right path is.

anyway that’s about it uh shadria and other weirdos dni also go listen to supporting me

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randomfanficsig · 2 years ago

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{ Back seat }

MacGyver x reader

Summary : When Mac and Y/n are heading to the airport to meet the others for their next mission, they pull over for a quick… pit stop.

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Me and Mac have to be at the airport in 20 minutes. Matty decided to call us last minute and apparently this mission is too important for a briefing. So here we are, in Mac’s car, on the highway at 3 in the morning.

“Hey princess,” Mac begins, turning to face me, “You know what we could cross of our bucket list?” He asks, a smirk resting on his face.

I turn and look at him in confusion. “What would that be?”

“Car sex” he answers my question.

“You have the sex drive of a teenage boy” I chuckle, resting my hand on his that sits on my thigh.

“That’s what you love most about me, the mind blowing orgasms I give you.” His voice turns husky and I already know he’s as turned on as me.

“Well,” I begin, reaching under my skirt to pull my panties down, “You better hurry up and pull over”

I unbuckle my belt and climb over to the back seats, Mac smacking my ass as I go. “Oh your such a little minx princess.” He says, pulling over to the hard shoulder.

Next thing I know, Mac jumps into the back seats with me, his pants already unbuttoned. He pulls me by my ankles so his face is inches from my pussy and looks up at me. “Ready sweetheart?” He asks, checking for consent.

I give him my answer by pushing my fingers into his hair. Next thing after, his lips are wrapped around my clit, sucking and slightly nipping, earning moans and whimpers from me. “Ohh- fuck.”

He licks me from top to bottom, sticking his middle finger in my cunt. “Fuck Mac I’m so close” I scream out. “Go on princess, come for me, let me taste you” he says, keeping full eye contact.

That’s all that was needed to send me over the edge. Screams leave my mouth and the knot in my stomach becomes undone. Mac continues to finger me, helping ride out my orgasm. “Good girl, you did so well. You ready for another?”

“Yes, oh pls Mac” I beg. He sits up, pulling my legs so I’m straddling him, he lifts his hips below me, rubbing his erection against my core, as he pulls his pants and underwear down a little. He lines his throbbing cock against me and lowers me done gently.

“Fuck you feel so good” he mutters as he bottoms out. Another moan leaves my mouth as he touches the spongy spot inside me. “Right there, pls, there” I plead to Mac, who begins to pick up the pace, using my hips to get me and himself to the brink.

My hand slaps against the steamed up window, and my head falls, hair falling in front on my face. Mac begins leaving sloppy kisses along my jawline, until he reaches the soft spot by my ear. He begins sucking, no doubt leaving a bright purple mark where his lips are.

“I’m gonna come again” I whisper into his lips, kissing him to silence my screams.

“Me to” he says, bringing his thumb down to my clit, adding pressure to make the orgasm more intense.

Within seconds we’re both coming, our heavy breathing and pants filling the car. I fall into a fit of giggles “ Fuck me, we need to do this more often”.

“Number 1, I just did. Number 2, I very strongly agree.” He chuckles. I give him one last long kiss on the lips and climb of him to the front of the car, picking my panties up of the passenger side floor.

Mac follows behind me, climbing back into the drivers seat and starting the car. “You do realise Jacks gonna realise what we did, can’t get anything past him” Mac says as he pulls the car back into the highways.

“Welll he’ll be disturbed and I’ll be having flashbacks, sounds like a lose for him not us” I reply, shrugging my shoulders.

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10 minutes later, we pull up to the airport. 15 minutes late may I add, but… oh well.

“What took you so long?” Jack asks, although he shuts up the second he sees me walking a little out of place, while mac keeps his hand on my waist.

“You know what, I don’t wanna know. You enjoy it while you can” he says, turning around chuckling to himself.

I turn to mac and wrap my arms under his jacket, while resting my chin on his chest. “You ready?”

“Always” he replies, smiling down at me, before pulling my hair, to get me fully looking up and him so he can kiss me.

“Leave the kinks at home!” Riley shouts from plane door.

We look at each other and laugh

“I love you Angus Macgyver”

“I love you too Y/n Y/l/n”

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Thanks for reading my loves <3

#macgyver #angus macgyver #macgyversmut #jackdolton #riley davis #Matty #macgyver reboot

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owlrageousjones · 7 months ago

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Statement of Deacon Barker, regarding the disappearance of Pamela Evans, Matthew Turner, and several others in the London area. Original statement given July 2nd 2011. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Archivist.

Statement begins.

I'm not a baby. I'm not. Only babies are afraid of the dark. Only a baby thinks there's something there. I don't think there's something there. I know there is.

It started when I was... twelve. I think. I think that's the first time. I used to sneak out of my room when my fosters were asleep, just to get away. Sometimes I ran away, but the police usually brought me back. It happened on one of those little getaways that I saw it.

I can't describe it. I want to, but I can't. I didn't really see it, not properly. It was more a shape than anything else, but I watched as it stalked this woman - she didn't notice, and I wanted to tell her, to yell, to scream, I did but the… the thing looked at me and I realised if I said anything, it'd take me instead. So I didn't. And it took her.

I can still hear her screaming.

I thought maybe I imagined it. I didn't go out for weeks again. Sarah was delighted, of course. Stupid bitch.

I went out again, of course. Eventually. Couldn't take it any longer, and wanted to run. I saw it again. Or something like it. It waved to me this time, stalking a boy I recognised from school. He recognised me too - waved as well. I waved back. We talked. Even hung out a little at the park. The thing just stayed out of his sight, but always in mine. Like it was taunting me. We smoked a little. Talked about shit. Tagged a wall. You know. Teenage stuff. When I turned around... he screamed. I didn't turn back.

Next day, he was missing from school. And the day after. I still see posters with his face on them. I never call the number. And I still keep going out. And every time I do, it's there. And every time, it takes someone else.

And... I'm terrified one night, I'll go outside, there won't be anyone left but me and it'll be my turn.

I guess I deserve that though, don't I? It's my just desserts. Maybe if I did warn them, maybe if I just screamed, they'd still be here. Or maybe it would've just taken both of us. I don't know.

I see it sometimes during the day now. In the shadows. Dark closets. Before I turn on the lights. When I go to bed, I swear I can hear it breathing under there. It's only a matter of time before it's my turn. So I guess I wanted to make this statement. To just say I'm not a baby. Or a coward. I know I didn't do anything when it took the others. But I won't scream when it's my turn.

I won't.

Statement ends. Shortly after this, Deacon Barker went missing for the last and final time. Claw marks were left on his bed, sheets strewn about, and the window forced open. His disappearance remains suspicious, but his foster parents were cleared of all charges.

I suspect poor Mister Barker has succumbed to the Dark, based on his description of events, but I cannot help but feel an element of the Eye at play.

#penkind writes #statement fic #tma #the magnus archives #tma statements #tma fanfic #i felt vaguely inspired so i smashed this out #i might try and record this at some point #i think it'd be fun

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razieltwelve · 2 years ago

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If Averia Was A Dude And Not Completely Oblivious (Final Rose AU)

If Averia was a dude and not completely clueless, his life would be terrifying.

X X X

In Justin Yun-Farron’s life there were few things that genuinely terrified him.

His mother was one of them.

And it was not because he had a mother complex. Seriously, the next person to joke about him having a mother complex or a sister complex was going to get stabbed.

No.

His mother terrified him because not only could she kick his ass but she also had absolutely zero qualms about doing it either.

Saviour bullshit meant absolutely nothing in the face of even more bullshit Saviour bullshit. And Lightning Farron’s Saviour wasn’t just bullshit. It was its own tier of bullshit.

The first inkling he had that he was about to die was when the door of the room he and Elsa were in was blown off its hinges.

His mother stomped in, took one look at the pair of them entwined beneath the sheets and glared.

The glare was so intense that Elsa, who had been sleeping due to the energy she’d exhausted during the previous day, evening, and overnight, woke up, took one look at his mother and promptly did the only thing that seemed sensible.

Hide behind him because no one with a functioning brain wanted to be anywhere near a pissed off Lightning Farron.

Except Oerba Yun Fang.

His mom was weird that way. It was probably because she was basically impossible to kill. That was the only way Justin’s brain had ever been able to reconcile the fact that his mom actually thought his mother’s murderous rages were hot. Either that or she was crazy. That would explain so much of Diana’s behaviour.

“You do realise that tampering with the royal line of succession is considered high treason, which is punishable by death.”

Justin opened his mouth to say something witty.

“I swear if the first words out of your mouth aren’t an explanation, I’m sending you through the wall. I don’t care if you’re naked or not. That doesn’t bother me. I’m your mother. I gave birth to you. You were naked when I brought you into this world, I have no qualms about you being naked when I take you out of it.”

“...” Justin’s mouth opened and closed.

Elsa raised her hand to speak. His mother scowled. “Can I say -”

“You. Quiet. I’m asking my son a question.”

Elsa’s jaws snapped shut.

“I’m not an idiot,” Justin replied. "We’ve been using protection.”

“No form of protection is perfect.” His mother’s eyes narrowed. “And based on how often you two have been enjoying yourselves, I think it’s become more of a numbers game than anything else.”

Elsa did her best impression of a tomato and then dove under the sheets. It was strangely adorable how his girlfriend, who was so... energetic about things in the bedroom could blush so much when someone brought up what they did there.

However, his instinctive urge to get between Elsa and whoever was embarrassing her was amplified by all the warnings blaring through his mind courtesy of Saviour.

It would normally have been funny, but having a host of Mini-Dianas in his head screaming that he was doomed was decidedly less funny than usual when his mother was the one doing the threatening.

“What sort of protection have you been using? I swear if you say the Aura method, I’m going to stab you.”

Justin covered his face with his hands. “Mother, we are not using the Aura method.” It was, theoretically, possible to use precise Aura control to prevent conception. For obvious reason, however, that method was less than reliable. Elsa was one of the few people on the planet with an EX-Tier rating in Aura control. He could personally attest to the fact that even her control faltered at certain points. In fact, he considered it a mark of pride that he could get her to that state regularly.

“Good.” Her Aura had stopped trying to smash him to pieces and was instead lurking around him like a homicidal shark circling a boat, just waiting for someone to fall in. “Because if you get Elsa pregnant and you’re not married, Arendelle is going to request your head on a plate.”

“And you’d give it to them?” Justin asked incredulously.

His mother stared at him like he’d grown a second head. “Are you serious? No! You are my son. If someone outside of our family has the gall to demand your head, then I will simply have to point out that if they ever try to take it, then they are going to die, along with every single other person involved.”

Was it wrong that Justin found his mother’s promise to absolutely murder anyone who tried to harm him incredibly moving? Some parents showed their love by helping their kids pursue their hobbies. Lightning Farron showed her love by threatening to kill people who even thought about harming her kids. And they weren’t just idle threats either. Oh no. Terrorists had stopped going after him and Diana long ago because their mother had retaliated by killing every single person involved in increasingly brutal and horrific ways and then publicising what she’d one.

Lightning Farron was the poster child of fuck around and find out.

So far the only person to actually survive that experience - never mind enjoy it - was his mom.

“Even if they don’t insist on your head,” Lightning growled. “They are going to insist that you two marry immediately.” Elsa popped her head back up from beneath the sheet. “And, yes, I’m sure you two might want to get married later - my son might as well have been a damn monk until he met you, Elsa - but I’m pretty sure that you two don’t want to get married next week... but that’s what would happen. They would insist on it happening immediately. Hell, they’d probably pressure Elsa into quitting being a huntress, so she can raise your child. And if that child happens to be powerful - and Dust knows they will be because look how the rest of my family has turned out - then they’re going to want another one and another one and another one and another one.”

Justin’s eyes blazed, and he wrapped his arms around Elsa. “I will kill them if they think of turning Elsa into some sort of... of...”

“Broodmare?” His mother laughed. “That’s exactly what they’ll try. In this world, power matters, and our family has more of it than anyone else. You know how much pressure your mom and I have been under to have more children? If the world had its way, we’d have a dozen kids by now. The only reason the pressure isn’t worse is because it’s almost impossible for us to have children due to our conflicting genes. That hasn’t stopped the suggestions, though...”

“Suggestions?” Justin snarled.

“What? You think people haven’t ‘suggested’ your mom and I try having kids with other people? Sure, those kids won’t get Saviour, but look at what your little brother can already do. Look at what your cousins can do. Things only stopped when the people who kept pushing those ideas died in a series of extremely agonising accidents.”

Justin’s mind - and his perfect memory - immediately put the pieces together. “Shit. How many people have you murdered exactly?”

“Because of that, specifically? Fifteen. I had to kill fifteen people. It’ll be even worse for you. You’re a man. The powers that be don’t have to worry about you potentially being injured during pregnancy. Even if they can’t pressure you into keeping Elsa pregnant all the time, you can be damn sure they’ll pressure you into taking multiple wives, mistresses, or just getting other people pregnant to see if any of the kids are powerful. Shit, I’m amazed they haven’t suggested you get Yang and Ruby knocked up since Team STRQ is the next strongest team after Team LFSC and those two are following in their parents’ shoes.”

Justin wanted to throw up. Yang was his age, but Ruby? Fuck. She was sixteen.

“Good. You’re starting to understand.” His mother’s eyes softened for a moment and then turned hard again. “That is why, you and Elsa are going to take this seriously. You, Justin, are going to act like you were before. You’re going to do your best impression of a monk. If you and Elsa are going to... enjoy yourselves, then you cannot afford to be caught or noticed. As long as you aren’t with anyone, it’ll keep the pressure to a minimum. It’s better if the world thinks you’re an oblivious idiot who’s yet to notice women.”

“...” Justin’s fists clenched. “How long do you expect me to keep that up?”

“At the very least, you need to wait until you and Elsa have graduated. Elsa needs to become queen, which shouldn’t be hard since her father will likely step down after she graduates. Once she’s queen, she needs to seize absolute power. That means removing her opponents and ensuring that those she appoints are completely loyal to her. And you, my son, need to become so powerful that no one outside of our family can question you.”

“I already -”

“Not just in terms of combat power. I’m talking politically. You need to become so powerful that when the day comes that you and Elsa reveal your relationship, the only thing people will do is clap politely and congratulate you. You need to become so powerful that the second someone even thinks of pressuring you or Elsa they decide not to because they will end up in a fucking box along with their family, their friends, and even their damn dog. You need to become so powerful that you won’t need me, your mom, or any of your aunts and uncles to help you out because just the thought of pissing you off will seem like suicide. People need to think of you and Elsa and marvel at what a nice couple you are and how wonderful it is that you’re being thoughtful about how many children you have.”

Justin nodded. “Fine. I get it.”

“Good.” His mother took a deep breath and then turned to leave. “Also, one last thing. Your mom insisted that I say this.”

“What?”

“Start investing in condom and birth control companies. At the rate you two are going through them, you might as well make some of the money back.”

X X X

Author’s Notes

If you don’t think for a second that people like Lightning and Fang aren’t under pressure to have more kids, you’re naive. The two of them are walking win buttons, and Averia (Justin) and Diana are the same. Taren is noticeably weaker than them, and he’s still one of the most powerful people in the world. For example, when it comes to transporting large numbers of people, his Semblance may be the most powerful one in the world due to his ability to warp space on a grand scale. People look at Taren and see that as proof that even without Saviour or Ragnarok, their kids are bullshit, so why not have more of them? Yeah. Murder was required to stop that.

But Justin? A male bearer of Saviour? Oh, shit. That’s open season for the extreme pragmatists. After all, he’s not the one getting pregnant. Why not have him get a whole bunch of women pregnant? Even the weakest kid will probably still be super strong. And Elsa? An EX-Tier huntress who’s a queen? Why can’t she just keep having kids? It’s not like she’ll be fighting on the frontlines... Yeah. Lots more murder is going to be necessary.

The only reason you don’t see more of this kind of stuff is because hunters took a very, very dim view of it in the past and basically did what Lightning did here. Murder people. But every now and then, the authorities forget about that and think that maybe they’ve got enough leverage this time. They don’t. When you are literally a walking natural disaster who is one of the few things keeping civilisation from being overrun by murderous monsters, then you have most of the leverage. That and Lightning has basically optimised politically motivated murder, and she’s got a willing conspirator in Jihl who is just as ruthless as she is.

Incidentally, Justin’s name comes from the fact that Averia is another name that can be used for the flowers that are more commonly known as Justicia. Justiciam as a name, means justice, and Justin is the closest male name with a similar meaning.

#final rose #fanfiction #lightning farron #averia yun-farron #elsa #pink ice

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papajscupcake · 1 year ago

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WHATS YOUR FAVOURITE SCARY MOVIE?

WHATS YOUR FAVOURITE SCARY MOVIE? | JJMAYBANK X FEM!READER | IMAGINE

PAIRING: JJMaybank X fem!Reader

SUMMARY: being home alone and chased by a killer in a white mask can be scary but knowing about horror movies can have a great outcome or so people think…

WORD COUNT: 2988

WARNING(S): swearing, knifes, mentions of blood and attempt of murder

AUTHOR NOTE: I’m thinking to write about other people like W2S/sidemen and maybe even Sam and Colby as well let me know what you think that’s it byeee and enjoy!

It was late at night the house was eery quiet, quiet enough to hear a pin drop or hear the light clatter of the alone girl putting dishes away in the neatly organised cupboards,

the streets were empty with the only light providing the dark street was the dull streets lights that had not been replaced with new light bulbs as it didn’t provide much light than people would hope,

it was a normal night so far for the girl, chill in her bedroom watching horror movies until ten when it was quiet and her mother was in bed because of her job that started at the early hours of the days and her sibling would be either studying or sleeping so she would go downstairs to do the dishes with her headphones on blasting music or on a FaceTime call with her boyfriend JJ or one of her friends but however tonight was different

her mom was out for a business trip for a week and her sibling was at a new ‘friend’s’ house for the night and JJ was busy tonight and all her friends we’re doing their own thing so she was alone although she felt as though someone was watching her which there was and was looking over her shoulder every few minutes

she shook her head at the thought and mumbled to herself that she was being paranoid after watching a horror movie before hand

“Stop being a pussy and man up jeez”She whispered beginning to put the plates away into their designated cupboard

through her headphones she hears the house phone ring loudly making her let out a small yelp in surprise she puts the plate she hand in her hand into the cupboard before picking up the house phone looking at the number but it was one she didn’t know, she takes her headphones off and answers the phone

“Hello?”She asks placing her headphones onto the counter

“Hello is this sheriff Peterkin?”A voice spoke sounding quite raspy a bit creepy and honestly a little attractive

“Hi no, I’m her daughter , who is this?”she asks

“A friend from your mom’s work, i wanted to speak to her, I’m new so I just wanted to ask her a question”He told her she scratched her head and pushes her hair out from her face

“she’s not here at the moment but I can take a message for you”She told them her voice cracking slightly shutting the left open cupboard door

“That’s alright, you sound uneasy, are you okay?”He asks with a tint of taunting to his voice that makes her swallow slightly

“I’m fine, I watched a scary movie so I think I’m just a bit shaken up about it I guess”She answered looking out into her dark backyard having the feeling to look for something or someone but she then shut the curtains

“Scary movie huh? What’s your favourite scary movie?”He asks his voice seeming a bit more teasing then before

“Um i like some of the classics like Friday the 13 and Halloween but my favourite has to be the conjuring-no wait Scream I like those movies”She answered with a small smile leaning on the counter next to the knives

“Hm I like you,the scream movies are my favourite too, you have great taste, beautiful”She lets out a small laugh while lifting up the knife slightly

“Well thank you, you barely know who I am, and you’re already flirting”She smiled looking at the knife

“Who says I don’t know everything about you? Like your boyfriend JJ” her eyes widen and fear crosses her face

“How do you know my boyfriend?”She asks letting out a shaky breath

“Your mom talked about you and him, silly”He answers making her sign in realisation and shake her head telling herself silently that she was an idiot that she forgot he wanted to talk to her mother in the first place

“Oh right sorry, I forgot you knew my mom like I said I’m a bit paranoid at the moment”She said beginning to walk around her kitchen

“That’s okay, your mother told me that you never get scared at horror movies”He told her as she opens the fridge door

“Oh did she now? What else does she say about me?”She asked placing the carton of apple juice onto the counter

“She said she likes when you talk to the tv as if the characters can hear you especially the dumb characters in horror movies”He answered making the girl laugh as she closes the fridge

“I suppose I do do that a lot but you can’t blame me for having better decisions and life savings choices then the characters do”She admitted honestly while taking a clean glass from a cupboard

“You think you can survive in a horror movie ‘….’ ?”He asks which makes a small shiver go down her spine

“I would like to think I could, I mean Sydney Prescott and Gale Weathers survived multiple times in the scream movies, I can be like her”She answered pouring the juice into the glass

“You think so huh? How about we test that and play a little game”He said making her stop in her tracks she frowned slightly before realising that he sounded awfully similar to Ghostface in her said favourite movies her eyes widened slightly

“What if I don’t want to play the game?”She asked moving towards the collection of knives she was at before in case her theory is right

“Then I will come out and gut you like a fish! ‘….’ !”He yelled causing her to flinch and grab the largest knife there and moved to pick up her phone putting the house phone between her shoulder and ear

“F-fine I will play your fucking game, whats the game?”She asked locking her doors from her phone

“Locking your doors isn’t going to help you ‘….’ I’m already in the house, now which leads to my game, it’s called where am I?”She quickly presses the unlock doors button and the emergency phone call button that goes straight to the police line that her mother once told her to use

she drops her phone to the floor and tightens her grip onto the knife and takes the house phone away from her shoulder and holding it to her ear instead

“Where are you mother fucker?! The police are on their way asshole!”She yelled staying put in the corner of the bunker next to the other knives looking at every inch of the kitchen the knife shaking slightly in her trembling hands the creepy voice let’s out a maniacal laugh

“Oh ‘….’ I guess that only leaves me some time to kill you!”He hung up the phone making the girl let out a shaky breath as she tried to stop the tears forming in her eyes, slowly pulling the phone away from her ear holding it tightly in her hand

suddenly ghostface comes running towards her from her left she lets out a frightened squeal and throws the phone at him hitting him in the head making him fall backwards to the ground holding his head giving her enough time to grab another but smaller knife shoving it into her pocket and running out the room still with larger knife in hand

She hears ghostface chasing after her through her house once she hears him get close she ducks down to the floor making him fly over her body

she lifts the knife up just as the robe wearing man flys over her and she manages to slice his arm but he also manages to slice her side, she lets out a cry of pain when he lands onto the ground she sees the knife that was previously in his hand on the floor a few feet away from him and rushes up kicking it away

she feels a hand grab her leg with a grip most likely to leave a bruise and she falls over once she lands onto the floor, she turns her body to the side using as much force as she can she kicks the man’s face then kicks his bleeding arm which was enough for him to lose his grip and move away from her

she takes this opportunity to get up holding her side and run up the stairs into her bedroom locking the door, the door bangs indicating he’s out there she lets out a cry of pain as she pushes the unit that was next to the door infornt of it whilst holding her bleeding side and rushes to her window placing a bloody hand to it looking out she catches sight of the blue and red lights of the police

“The police are here asshole! I survived! Go fuck yourself motherfucker!”She yelled looking at the door holding on for dear life

the masked man must’ve heard sirens and her yelling because the bangs stopped and rush steps fade away from the door she lets out a quiet sob and turns to the window she struggles but manages to get the window open just as the police over came into the driveway

“H-help! I think he’s still in the house!”She yelled making the police look up at her for a second before rushing into the house she looks back out to the driveway and sees the sheriff there stepping out her car

“Mom!”She exclaimed making her look up and look at her window worry written all over her face

“ honey, god…Are you-“she gets interrupted by the officer coming out shaking their heads at her

“We searched the house the intruder is gone, the back door’s window completely smashed they managed to escape before we got to them”The officer said to the Sheriff, she nodded and looked back up at the girl who was looking down at them with teary eyes

“ honey ,it’s okay your safe to come down now” the girl nodded and moved away from the window and pushed the desk from the door making enough room for her to get out by the time she moved the unit from the door with a pain fill cry Peterkin had already run into the house and up the stairs and was now at the door waiting for her once she got out The sheriff pulled her into her arms hugging her

“Ow ow my side”She whimpered pulling away from her Peterkin pulled away immediately and glanced at her side

“Let’s get you some help, okay?”she said she nodded and wrapped her arms around her mom’s neck as she gently picked her up bridal style since she saw her struggling to walk out the room

“Is your sibling still out?”she asked her walking through her house and down the stairs the girl nodded once again

“Okay, we’re staying as Shoupe’s tonight it’s not safe for you to be here alone”she added sitting her down on the drivers seat of her large car she opened her eyes leaning her head and the head rest looking up at her mom who gave her a sympathetic smile

“Right let’s get you patched up”she said and opened the glove compartment taking out the first aid kit and opened it taking out wipes and bandages the girl held her shirt up to reveal her sliced side she glanced down looking at her face searching for some kind of reaction

“How bad is it? Is it bad?”She asked her watching her gently wipe the semi dry blood from around the cut skin, from her mother’s lack of answers in the small amount of time she gave her she sighed

“Damn it is bad isn’t it?”She asked hissing when the wipe made contact with the sliced skin

“You’ll need stitches it’s not too bad which is good but it will leave a bit of a scar when it heals”she answered beginning to wipe the fresh blood from the wound making her yet again hiss in pain but she smiled slightly

“Sweet,a battle scar just like yours mom”She mentioned making him smile at her shaking his head and start to stitch up her side which made her wince a few time

“I just hope you don’t get anymore sweetheart, trust me it is not as sweet as you think”her mom told her a sad glint in her eyes as she finished the stitches and softly wrapped the bandage around her waist then took a step back leaning a hand on the car door

“Sorry i-i don’t know why I said that-I didn’t mean to make you upset mom”she muttered staring at the woman, the sheriff shook her head at her and gave her a smile placing a affectionate hand on her head

“It’s alright sweetheart, where-“she got interrupted by another police car siren making them both look up and see the Deputy and the girl’s boyfriend Peterkin went to speak with Shoupe as JJ approached his girl looking from her face to her blood stained t-shirt and back to her face again

“oh my god,are you okay baby?”JJ exclaimed as he wrapped his arms around her neck Hugging her close to his skinny body she wrapped the arm opposite from her sliced side and held her boyfriend close to her resting her head on his chest while he rested his on her head

“If you think being chased around my house by a dude with a knife and a ghostface costume is okay,then I’m absolutely amazing”She rambled sarcastically with a smile making JJ let out a chuckle and stare down at her while she looked up at him giving him a reassuring smile

“Yes I’m fine baby, his knife caught my side a bit but I managed to kick him a few times so I got a bit of pay back I guess”She explained not wanting to share more as much as she loved and trusted JJ with all her heart but there’s a new Ghostface so just in case the Scream movies are right about trusting the love interest she didn’t mention all the details, she goes to put a hand to his cheek but she stops herself starting to bring it down but JJ stops her placing her hand on his cheek making her cringe slightly at the sight of her blood on his cheek

“My hand is covered in blood-“She began but he interrupted squeezing her hand in his and shook his head

“I don’t care just hold me with you soft and bloody hand”He whispered making her smile at him and run her thumb along his cheek making the blood spread across his cheek

“Your such a weirdo”She laughed making him stare at her with a fake shocked expression he gasps pulling out from her hold staring at her making her laugh more

“How dare you,such an unnecessary insult and not the first one might I add”He commented picking up a clean wipe from beside her then took her bloody hand in his beginning to wipe it clean

“Yeah but you love it though”She answered staring at him with a smile in which he looks up from her now blood free hands and to her face

“That I do”he placed a kiss on her hand and chucked the wipe into the floor next to the other dirty wipes

“What we’re you doing with Shoupe?”the girl asked making JJ sigh

“My dad got in trouble again and he wanted to ask me questions about it so when I heard it was about you I made him take me with him”JJ answered making the girl smile sadly at him

“Did your dad…you know do anything to you-“Jj shook his head before she could finish

“No…it’s fine, I’m fine I’m just worried about you”he said giving her a reassuring smile making hers from less sad to a slightly happier one she nodded at his answer and stared into his eyes

“Do you want to stay at my place tonight?”He asks holding her hand she smiles and shakes her head using her other hand that wasn’t hold his hand to grab another wipe holding to his face

“sorry I can’t mom already to me we were staying with Shoupe tonight but thanks for offering”She told him wiping of the bloody hand print from his face whilst he played with her fingers

“That’s okay, hey do you want me to get some clean clothes for you and get a overnight bag?”He asked just as her mother and Shoupe started to walk towards them she pulled the wipe away looking at his now clean face

“That would be amazing,thanks baby”She smiled leaning up pouting her lips he got the silent message and leaned down giving her lips a small kiss once they pulled away the two adults were stood next to them making the two look at them

“I need to get a statement from you honey”her mom said giving the girl a small yet comforting smile the girl nodded and looked to her boyfriend

“I’m just going to get her a change of clothes and a bag”JJ said taking a step away from the car Peterkin nodded making JJ give ‘….’ a smile turning away and walk towards the house

“JJ! Take an officer with you”Her mom exclaimed to him he put his thumb up and walked into the house with one of the officers from earlier the girl then turned back to the two adults who were giving her a look she couldn’t recognise

“What?”She asked looking at them they shook their heads and her mom started to ask her what happened

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not-a-big-slay · 2 years ago

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Cruel summer

Kaz Brekker x gn!reader

I'm drunk in the back of the car

And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar

Said, "I'm fine, " but it wasn't true

I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you

And I snuck in through the garden gate

Every night that summer just to seal my fate

And I screamed for whatever it's worth

"I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?"

summary: it was always complicated with him, but when alcohol starts to question your situationship, you decide to let it all out...

warnings: alcohol, drunk confession, mentions of blood (non- violent)

a/n: did you know im obssesed with writing fics to taylor's songs? anyways, i had this idea on a long car ride, listening to this song and i wanted to write this for the longest time. its super similar to my fic jigsaw, but what can i say, im a sucker for drunk confessions. i made it gender neutral, so its told like "you did this" ,"he looked at you" etc. also, why tf did i think that gn reader means goodnight and that it means something similar like SFW. my first post in 2023, enjoy :)

Your blinking was slower and slower, eyes focusing on your floppy feet that tried to gain balance with every step. You thought you did a good job with not falling, thinking of it as a miracle, yet you entirely ignored the gentle force on your hip, navigating you outside. "When you said we should get a drink, I thought of one, not...several" Jesper with his hand on your side stopped mid-sentence, thinking about the number of drinks you talked him in to, but failed due to his own drunk self. His voice had a surprising echo, and you soon realised so did the other noise around you. Strangers' laughs entered your ears repeatedly, as if they were worried you wouldn't hear them the first time, horses' hooves stepped in front of you and their impact with the stone ground rang like church bells at midnight.

You were so taken by the magic sound that you didn't process Jesper pushing you up into some dark room and almost didn't feel the smooth hands pulling you in. Unwillingly, you fell down, but luckily sat on something soft. You noticed Jesper sitting down next to you and in a moment you were on the move. Oh, carriage, you thought. You adjusted your eyes and looked at the person in front of you, noticing the familiar long straight hair. You smiled and mumbled: "Hi, Inej.". She smiled a little at your drunken face, but was quickly filled with concern. "Whose great idea this was? I swear only you two could get this wasted." she sighed and her hands reached under her, pulling out two bottles.

"Thank you." said proudly Jesper and Inej rolled her eyes. Excitment filled you upon seeing her hands streching to you with the bottle grasped between. You accepted it and brought it to your lips, thinking of the bittersweet taste you drank at the bar, but it was dissapointing when your mouth tasted the cold blunt liquid. Water. You closed the bottle, setting it next to you and said to Inej: "You wouldn't be mad if you were with us. That's on you."

"You should be thankful that I'm even here at this hour." she toughened her voice, but didn't raise it. She knew it was enough to woke up some sense in you. When you two were silent, she continued: "So? Which one of you idiots had this idea?". Jesper didn't speak, however his eyes did when they shot at you. A few hours ago, you met him outside on his regular night door-watching and convinced him- very easily- to grab a drink with you. You needed a distraction in the chaos surrounding you. After a while of trying to shake their gaze off you, you sighed in defeat. "Fine," you exclaimed, "it was me. I just needed to clear my head, and hang out with Jesper, it's been far too long." you crossed your arms and winked at the boy beside you, but a scoff from Inej made you look at her. "Please, we see each other all the time, even Wylan is getting sick of him." she spoke truly, watching Jesper getting offended, but redirected her eyes on you.

She knew of your situation, how could she not when she's almost invisible and nosy. You and Kaz were far over inconspicuous looks and light touches, but boldly flirting at any moment. It wasn't Jesper's style of flirting, but just fearless remarks or answers that made you blush and fastened your heart. It also threw you into overthinking and uncernity of your bond with him. Sometimes it made you think the flirting covers more serious feelings, but often it sang with a friendly banter. It drove you crazy, took many hours of your sleep, and you knew it wouldn't matter if your stupid heart didn't fall for him. When you witnessed Wylan and Jesper's cat fight, you thought it was obvious for both of them that they like each other and they just were afraid to make the first move- even though that didn't go as planned, according to Jesper- or just enjoyed their wordplay. Now you weren't so sure, but you refused to ask the sharpshooter. He would only make fun of you or wouldn't take it seriously. "You seriously fell for him? This must be a dream" you already heard him say and his laugh caused goosebumps on your skin.

"I'm fine." you told her slowly, trying to convince her of your lie and subconciously wrapped your coat over you. Before visiting Jesper, Kaz stopped you in the hallways and was interested in your way outside. "I just thought of getting a drink with Jes." you said and quickly added "or anyone that would like to join." after realizing the Zemeni boy is supposed to be working. He didn't seem fazed by your answer though, probably used to Jesper disobeying orders, and just nodded in understandment. You weren't in the mood to talk to him, the redness in your eyes caused by your regular overthinking was still visible and you wished he would fail to take notice, so you smiled at him and continued your way down, then he stopped you with your biggest weakness.

Him saying your name.

You turned to look at him and noticed his reached out hand holding a coat. You realized you forgot yours in the bedroom when you went to complete the idea of getting drunk. You took it carefully, as though it was a bomb sensitive to touch. You put it on and thanked him shortly, trying to get down the stairs with your shaky legs.

No, you weren't fine.

Inej seemed dissatisfied with your answer, but didn't push. You smelled the scent again, the same thing that made you ordering shots. The smell of leather, gunpowder and his perfume. If the world ever ran out of oxygen, you were sure this would keep your heartbeat going. You wanted this scent to cover you, to soak in your skin and to flow side by side with your blood. Maybe that was the alcohol, but you needed this to happen, right away if possible.

A plan started to form in your mind as the carriage came to a stop and Inej helped you out. She grabbed your hand and placed it over her as she placed her other hand over your hip on the stomach, making her way into the Slat. Jesper walked along, he wasn't as wasted as you and capable of getting in his bed. Once inside, you wished goodnight to him quietly, wondering why Inej beside you flinched and every person still up looked at you weirdly.

When you were upstairs, you stopped Inej before Kaz's door. She looked at you and then in the direction you stared intesively in. "This isn't your room." she explained and tried to continue walking, but you stayed glued on the floor. "I need to do this." you mumbled and looked at her as if she knew what you were talking about.

She sighed: "Can't you do it tommorow? Sober?". You just shook your head. Tommorow you would be fully aware of everything and probably would talk yourself out of it, while right now, you wouldn't feel the consequences fully and could say what you truly feel. Inej stood silent for a moment, thinking whether she should let you fuck up or violently get you to bed. Joy filled you when she just sighed loudly and whispered "whatever" to herself. You waved her and she returned that action in a form of shaking her head and a frown. You took a deep breath and brougth your fist up.

After knocking and regaining balance because of the knocking, the door gradually let you see inside. Soon you were looking at the face of the man you cried for, all confused. "What are you doing here?" he said, but didn't stop you when you pushed passed him to get inside. You needed to cover your tears that already, without saying a single word, treatened to show. You wondered if you could do this. "Are you hurt?" he asked, obviously concerned. He's right to assume this, not every day someone knocks late at night, eager to get in.

"Yes." you admitted and turned to him. He noticed your tired eyes and a fazed out expression. "You're drunk." he observed, his tone did not sound angry or dissapointed, you could only hear the concern he was filled with and that was slowly tearing your heart apart.

"That's irrelevant" you waved your hand, blowing the fact away, so it wouldn't get in your way when talking. He leaned back on his table, supporting himself with his hands and streched out his bad leg: "Of course it is.". You hated this position, it made your knees weak. "What's important is who hurt you." he explained again. You giggled silently, shaking your head, and looked down. His protective trait was one of your favorites. It either made you feel loved or mocked, but right now you felt none of those options. After a moment you looked up.

"Guess."

Kaz sighed: "Y/N, I won't play some stupid game when you're in pain." His annoyance could be heard in the Crow Club and yours could be more visible than your drunkeness. "I'm fine!" you said harshly immidiately after him, "Now guess.". He sighed again after your repetetive plea. He studied you for some time, giving in on your request. "Come on, it's not that hard." you cheered him on, "I supposed someone like you would get it easily.". He can improvise based on little clues about a person, guess and threaten them with their secret he only assumed they had, yet he cannot see his own damage.

You growled impatiently. "Forget it, of course you wouldn't know, you don't even know what you want!" you yelled and started to walk around, surprisingly stable. What you said though wasn't true. You knew what you wanted and still didn't do anything to get it. You were both at fault for your pain and cries, it wasn't fair pinning it on him. Kaz calmly watched you go a few rounds around his room and waited 'till you slow down. "Go to sleep." he said when you finally stopped due to tears announcing their arrival. "No." you whispered, not knowing if it's to him or to your watery eyes. He still spoke: "You're wasted."

"Yet I'm still aware of my feelings! Whiskey didn't help, unfortunetly!"

Concern filled his eyes again upon seeing the tears drowning your eyes. His back straightened, but he didn't step closer to you. You laughed and allowed yourself to cry. Hands wrapped you tightly into Kaz's coat. "I love you, you prat!"

A thing about you when you're drunk is that sometimes, you say things you only think about, without even realizing it. The two of you were taken aback at the same time. Your eyes widened, making eye contact, both of you couldn't believe what you just heard. You were the first to react and laughed, bending forward and back. You looked at him again, a small smile on your face while your gaze took in every detail.

"If this ain't the worst thing you've ever heard." you said. Exhaustion creeped up on you, you knew that sooner or later you will fall asleep, no matter where you are. Kaz was looking down, his expression unreadable. You blinked slowly for a moment, trying to fight the fatigue. It was harder than closing them, but you managed to open your eyes and glanced back at the man, also looking like he fell asleep on the spot. You watched him, mouth opening to say something, when you spotted it.

A smile.

No, a grin. A wide, evil grin appeared on the cold, numb face. Fear suddenly rushed into you. You saw Kaz smile just once and it was before he violently murdered someone. Not a good sign, you thought. Any courage of saying words was gone, you just waited what he will do next. It was like watching a deadly animal, just standing in front of you while you tried not to disturb it. You almost flinched when he looked up, his grin smaller than before yet still shameless. You held your breath, afraid to trigger something invisible in the air, and waited for his voice to reach your ears.

"You should go to sleep."

There it was, the goal of your plan, the dream of your longest nights. You exhaled, surprised but relieved. Eyes found his and you could read him like an open book, finding the mutual feeling you longed for a long time. You smiled and nodded at his words, but when adrenaline left you, the exhaustion filled you completely. You fell back onto his bed, unaware it was there in the first place. He walked over to you, so close you could see the real details on the cane, and gently lifted up your head by the chin. Your eyes were closing, all of your power tried to keep them open. You decided it was time to stop Kaz from studying your dozed off face.

"Can I sleep here?" you weren't sure if you would made it back to your room now, so without waiting for the answer, you laid back and closed your eyes. You heard Kaz walking and a chair shifting. His scent was all around you, sinking into your skin, hopefully flowing in your veins by now. You grabbed the coat and squeezed it onto yourself tightly. Kaz's wide grin was the last thing on your mind before falling asleep.

‎

He looks up grinning like the devil.

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jungk0oksthighs · 3 years ago

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jungkook drabble “Stop! Please, stop! You’re going to kill her!”

mafia!jungkook, toxic!jungkook | Word Count - 800

warnings: heavy angst, swearing, explicit drug use, mentions of blood and violence

Jeon Jungkook is many things. A mafia leader, drug lord, underground fighter, tax evader, shady businessman, and a complete asshole. It’s 10PM on a Wednesday night, his nostrils are almost fully blocked from the sheer amount of cocaine he’s snorted over the course of his now four day pity party. A feeble attempt to get you out of his head. You. The only woman he’s ever loved. The only person he ever felt comfortable enough to be vulnerable with. The self and same woman who upped and left him, four days ago.

“I can’t do this anymore! I can’t live like this!”

He remembers the sound of your cries when he came stumbling home at 9AM that morning after guess what, another pity party. When Jungkook doesn’t get his own way he has a tendency to go off the rails, sometimes completely off the radar for days at a time. He knew it wasn’t fair on you, sitting in his apartment every night waiting for him to call – maybe even for the police to call, perhaps even alerting you of his death after he’d taken his lifestyle too far.

He's lost count of how many times your life has been endangered because of him. The rival gangs constantly monitoring your every move just waiting for the right moment to strike, the private investigators hired by families of his victims trying to corner you for information, sometimes using force. One time it was actually Jungkook himself who nearly ended your life, his inked hands clasped so tightly round your throat during an argument about something not important that he saw the light begin to fade from your eyes.

“Stop! Please stop! You’re going to kill her!” His friend Jimin had screamed, had he not been there that night god only knows if you would’ve survived his vice grip.

Jungkook scoffs humourlessly, fists balling with anger before he pours more white powder onto his coffee table, slicing it into thick white lines with his golden credit card.

It’s unfathomable how he has the audacity to miss you after everything he put you through. Coming home with blood-stained hands and a bad attitude stemming from a serotonin comedown, viciously snapping at you every time you asked questions. It hadn’t always been like that though, there was a time where he treated you right, told you how beautiful you are, kissed you every morning, took you on dates, listened to your worries and offered his shoulder to cry on. He was everything you ever wanted in a lover, before he turned into someone he promised he’d never become. A stranger, a liar, a twenty seven year old cocaine addict with secrets and anger issues.

He wastes no time snorting the slugs of snow he’s made, having to sniff extra hard to overcome the build up of substance that’s already there. It’s been four days since he heard from you, four days since he saw the blind hatred mixed with desperation behind your eyes when you finally left this life, his life, four days since he realised it wasn’t you who broke his heart at all.

It was him. He’s the one to blame for this, for all of this.

The sudden rush of forced ecstasy clouds his judgement, winning him to pull his phone from the leather pants he wears and dial your number for the twenty eighth time that day.

Voicemail. Of course it’s gone to voicemail, you’ve probably blocked his number by this point or maybe got a new phone altogether in an attempt to forget about him and everything he’s done. Jungkook’s heart hammers inside his strong chest, his brain vividly recounting the memory of the last thing you said to him.

“I can’t sit back and watch you do this to yourself anymore! You need to choose.”

Jungkook had the cheek to laugh in your face, unbothered by your tears, “Choose between what? You and coke? You and killing people? You and my fucking sanity?! How do you think we can even afford a place like this, hm? If it wasn’t for me and what I do you’d still be cooped up in your shitty little box apartment, you wouldn’t even have a pot to piss in.”

You swallowed, a single tear cascading down your cheek when you picked up your suitcase, “At least I’d be happy.”

Frantically brushing his hair from his face he reaches for the cocaine again, this time pouring the lot onto the table and not bothering to evenly line it up. He takes his straw, messily inhaling the whole pile without a second thought.

Happiness.

Something Jungkook didn’t realise he had, until four days ago when he lost it.

A/N: thank u for ur request i hope this is okay angel :) x

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kyovtani · 2 years ago

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Am absolutely obsessed with pining! Shinichiro >.<

Like he sees you every morning at 7.25 sharp walk past the shop with a cup in your hand and a pastry bag in the other, backpack and cute earcuffs on, probably listening to some tune to give yourself the energy before your lessons begins.

And then he sees you again through the shop's window in the evenings, at various times, walking slower, hands in pockets to protect them from the cold, big scarf around your neck and lower face and tousled hair because of the wind.

You always seem to have a purpose in your steps and Shinichiro feels like a spectator whenever you pass by, but it doesn't really matter: you are so cute and pretty that he won't mind peeking at you for those five or six steps a day, even if his friends and little brother call him "degenerate" or "creep". There really is nothing creepy about his staring: just a weak, big heart.

One time, however, you look through the window: it's another winter morning and Shin has opened the shop earlier to catch up on some work; he's exhausted and cold and bored and he doesn't really mind his appearance for once, opting for an oversized black sweater and sweatpants. Of course, that's when the two of you make eye contact through the windows shop: you are on your phone, talking animatedly with someone, and for a second he swears you stop to look.

It's only an instant but that's enough for his body to catch on fire.

He doesn't see you walk by that evening.

The next day he's forced to stay home for the morning and recover from the cold he caught previously (which explains his extreme fatigue) and it's around lunchtime that he leaves home to get lunch at a pastry shop close to his shop.

Poor guy almost has a heart attack when he sees you right behind him in line. And when you see him and recognize him? Deceased.

At least he recovers enough to pay for your pastries too.

Pining Shin is the best because he's an absolute dork

nonie this had me so excited i wrote so much and it got deleted so i hope the second bersion does your big brain justice! thank you so much for this, deffo the way i'd imagine shin to be 🥺💞💗

and after the two of you leave the shop, shinichiro is determined to get to know you better and to his luck, you don't seem uncomfortable because you are talking to him, telling him about random things and yet he can't help but be distracted by you.

he's never expected you to be so much prettier, so much softer and so much cuter up close, which is probably why he's staring at you like he's never seen another human being before. shin is aware of his prying gaze and he feels so sorry about it, yet can't stop taking in the gentle sight of your beautiful face. your lips, your nose, your eyes – those god damn eyes, he feels suffocated and trapped in the sweetest and best way possible.

ask for her number, his brain is basically screaming at him to just go for it because after all he's been observing and watching your for so long, yet he's never had the guts to go out and actually ask you anything. he didn't want to seem like a creep who's got your arrival memorized so he could wait at the front door for you.

and before his brain and his body can cooperate, he finds himself rudely interrupting your little ramble about how much you love the pastries at this particular shop.

"your number!" those two words leave his lips before he can even realise and only the way your lips stretch into the cutest smile he's ever seem makes his brain process what he just said.

"oh my god- i'm so sorry", he mumbles quickly and pushes a hand through his thick hair, revealing his ring and tattoo clad fingers to your curious eyes, "i – i was actually – can i have your number?"

at this point shinichiro has lost the last bit of hope he's had to actually get your number when all of a sudden you ask for his phone and quickly type it in; adding a cute little heart next to your name before handing it back to him.

and once the two of you part ways again, he's busy celebrating, whereas you're trying not to giggle about your plan working out exactly how you've wanted it to. because little did the cute boy from the random show at the end of your street know that you intentionally changed your route from the door to your bus station to get a quick glimpse of him whenever you're on the go.

#tokyo revengers fluff #shinichiro x reader #; tokyorev #; boy of choice: shinichiro

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aemontargaryen-bloodraven · 2 years ago

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Jon Snow & The Trees With Faces

In Jon V, ADWD, Jon comes across three trees, the Ash, the Chestnut and the Oak. The way those trees are described and the fact that the number three always says something significant seemed to me that these three trees indicate phases of Jon's life?

The Ash Tree

The first tree that Jon encounters is an Ash Tree,

"The drunkard was an ash tree, twisted sideways by centuries of wind. And now it had a face. A solemn mouth, a broken branch for a nose, two eyes carved deep into the trunk, gazing north up the kingsroad, toward the castle and the Wall." Jon V, ADWD

The Ash Tree on the whole symbolises Jon's duty as a Stark, to the Nights Watch or the Nights Watch itself. It is called the "drunkard", which is a nice call back to Jon's first chapter where Jon got too drunk because he was upset and blurted out that he wanted to join the Nights Watch.

Also, the fact that it is twisted sideways is intriguing because the Nights Watch is not what it was once before. Its purpose and state are twisted, it was meant to keep the Others Beyond the Wall and not the Wildlings. The same can be said about the Starks as well.

And now it has a face again - Jon's. Jon is solemn, "lord Stark's sullen bastard" is of a "broken branch" of the Starks (female line, Lyanna's son) .. "two eyes carved deep" ... He's always been presented as observant "You don't miss much, do you Jon?"

The tree is gazing up the Kingsroad toward the Castle and the Wall, which is again a throwback to when Jon realises that he had no place else to go and that Wall was where he had to be.

He had no destination in mind. He wanted only to ride. He followed the creek for a time, listening to the icy trickle of water over rock, then cut across the fields to the kingsroad. It stretched out before him, narrow and stony and pocked with weeds, a road of no particular promise, yet the sight of it filled Jon Snow with a vast longing. Winterfell was down that road, and beyond it Riverrun and King's Landing and the Eyrie and so many other places; Casterly Rock, the Isles of Faces, the red mountains of Dorne, the hundred islands of Braavos in the sea, the smoking ruins of old Valyria. All the places that Jon would never see. The world was down that road … and he was here.

Once he swore his vow, the Wall would be his home until he was old as Maester Aemon. "I have not sworn yet," he muttered. Jon V, AGOT

He ultimately does swear his vows and chooses the Wall and he has, throughout the story been focused on the North, Castle Black and the Wall.

The Chestnut

Growing.. beside an icy stream, where its eyes could watch the old plank bridge that spanned its flow. The chestnut was leafless and skeletal, but its bare brown limbs were not empty. On a low branch overhanging the stream a raven sat hunched, its feathers ruffled up against the cold. When it spied Jon it spread its wings and gave a scream. When he raised his fist and whistled, the big black bird came flapping down, crying, “Corn, corn, corn.” Jon V, ADWD

As of ADWD, he is creating a bridge between the Wildlings and South of the Wall. He is assimilating them in the North by marriage, taking hostages and making them guard the other Castles of the Nights Watch.

Though the tree is leafless and looks skeletal, it's not dead just in stasis, just like Jon is in the Nights Watch. He is leafless because till now he keeps cutting his connections from his blood/Starks/family. While in the Nights Watch, Jon has done what was within his power and more to set things to right but he is getting stagnant at the Wall.

The tree's bare brown limbs are not empty, the sap will flow, it will put out leaves. The sap flows, it did flow when blood called, his little sister, Arya was in danger. He is the blood of Winterfell.

Mormont's raven is there. The Corn King has been buried/dead. The raven saying, Corn King Jon Snow is this part of Jon's arc.

The Corn King is a sacrificed fertility figure, either a god or sacred king. Jon does die at the end of ADWD, but will return to life to play his part in the War to come, possibly with his third eye opened and bring restoration to the land somehow.

The Oak Tree

Just north of Mole’s Town they came upon the third watcher, carved into the huge oak that marked the village perimeter, its deep eyes fixed upon the kingsroad. That is not a friendly face, Jon Snow reflected. The faces that the First Men and the children of the forest had carved into the weirwoods in eons past had stern or savage visages more oft than not, but the great oak looked especially angry, as if it were about to tear its roots from the earth and come roaring after them. Its wounds are as fresh as the wounds of the men who carved it.

The oak is huge and great ..and Jon may become a huge (great) figure, and Kingsroad is again mentioned, that was when he looked at Kingsroad again this time it is what is coming from the South (Ramsay, Bolton/Politics of the Realm).

Not a friendly face, Jon won't be a friendly man when he comes back to life either. He would be especially angry considering what he has experienced.

Jon while "dead" may learn what he needs to learn about himself. And the wounds that he was given during the assassination would be fresh as well. He is not going to trust anyone easily, considering how betrayed he will feel after not only being dead and then revived but also learning that he has lived a lie and was sent to the Nights Watch with that lie.

While his wounds are still fresh, he will tear his roots from the earth, get away from the Nights Watch, down the Kingsroad again and will come roaring after his enemies.

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