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Burn The Shadow- 3

This chapter took me forever. I’m sure there are mistakes. I’ve written, edited, re-written. I’d love some feed back, comments, shares, etc.

I will make a master page for the series when I get a chance. I hope you guys enjoy!

Let me know if you have any requests! I write primarily for Supernatural, Marvel and now SVU. I also dabble in TVD.

Gia made her way to where she was meeting Amaro in the park. She had gladly taken her available bereavement days. Like the rest of the squad, she usually pushed back at being told to take time off. This was different. She knew she wasn't going to be up to working after she said goodbye to Gabe. It drummed up too much turmoil inside of her. Any victim she worked with deserved her at 100%. She felt the vice around her heart tightening. She didn't know if that feeling would ever go away. She knew she had to find a way to move on, but she had no idea how.

She remembered the look of pure betrayal in Gabe's eyes when she testified. Her mother told her not testifying was not an option and the prosecutor didn't have any problem with her being forced by her mother. The prosecution didn't actually need her to take the stand. They had plenty to convict, but they wanted the death penalty to send a message. Her mother? The honorable Giulia Monroe had wanted to make sure Gabe knew he was no longer her son and she used her daughter to drive that point home. Gia still hadn't forgiven her mother for that. She doubted she ever would. In the five years she wasn't allowed to see him or speak to him, Gabe had come to terms with what he had done. He tried to absolve Gia of the guilt she felt, but it had never quite gone away.

She had always worried that the other person involved would continue to rape, torture and murder. It was a fear that she could never shake. Her therapist told her she had to believe that Gabe's death sentence scared him straight. There had been no other attacks or kidnappings that were similar. She had to shut down Gia's idea that the other boy had moved and was continuing to victimize. She couldn't live in a world of "what if". Every once in a while she still found herself there.

She saw Nick before he saw her. She paused for a moment watching him texting on his phone. The tightness of his jaw led her to believe he was talking to Maria. He had been through so much in the past year, some of it his own doing, but Gia knew he was a good man who just wasn't perfect. He must have felt her eyes on him because he looked up. She gave him a small wave and he met her half way.

"Listen Gee, I'm sorry I called Barba. You just wouldn't let anyone go and I just didn't think- oof." She must have knocked the wind out of him when she hugged him. She had surprised him and after a few moments he hugged her back. When she pulled away he gripped her on each side of her upper arms and studied her face. "Gee, please don't take this the wrong way, but you look terrible." She waved him off.

Truth was, she DID look terrible. Her eyes were still puffy from the copious amount of tears she had shed. The dark circles were prominent again. She had fallen asleep on the couch and woke up screaming. Rafael had still been there. After that, he refused to go home at all. He had gone into her room and brought out her pillows and some blankets for her to stay on the couch and had camped out in her chair, promising to wake her up if she was having another nightmare. He had to wake up two more times. She didn't think he had slept at all. It was so crazy to her that not that long ago she saw him as an antagonist. She had blearily dragged herself off the couch after a few hours of consecutive sleep. She had to convince Barba to leave, promising him that she would be okay and needed some time alone.

"I'm okay, Guapo." He smiled at the nickname. From her it wasn't condescending.

"So you're not mad at me?"

"No, I'm not. You were right, I had no business going alone." They walked over to one of the benches to sit down.

"So Barba? He took care of you?"

"He did. I never would have expected him to be that way." Normally, Nick would have teased her. He saw how she and Barba were. They definitely flirted in their own nerdy way. He knew there wasn't anything going on between them, but he liked teasing her. Now definitely wasn't the time.

"So my intuition on this being personal and not professional was right?" She nodded her head.

"It's not something I talk about. And when you and I got into the fight over Barba, it was easier to stay mad at you and keep you at arms length. I had every intention of going alone. I had no intention of telling Barba either. But you sent him. When I got there, I didn't have the strength to push him away. He didn't ask a single question, even though I could tell he was dying to. He just wouldn't leave me on my own. And I had to unburden myself. I felt like my insides were on fire."

"I get it Gia. It's hard for anyone to open up about their past. I just wanted to make sure you had someone there in case you needed to. I knew if you wouldn't let me be there for you, you might let him. Gia, you're my friend. Right now, I'm pretty sure you're my best friend. I just wanted to make sure you were taken care of." Gia was quiet for a few moments, letting what Amaro said sink in.

"It's been all really long time since I trusted anyone enough to talk about it. Ali was the first person I told that wasn't somehow involved. Yesterday made me realize that I've isolated myself for so long. I've been alone for so long. I can't...I can't do that anymore."

"Gia, you don't have to tell me." He didn't want her to feel guilty for talking to Barba and not him.

"No, I want to." She took a deep breath and held it for a moment. "He was my brother." Nick could feel the color drain from his face.

"What?" The word came out as a whisper. Gia reached into her bag and pulled out a thumb drive.

"It's everything on the case. I know you're going to DC, I thought you could use some reading material. This way is a little easier for me." Nick squeezed her hand.

"I'm here for you, for whatever you need." Gia had supported Nick through his problems with Maria, their separation and the entire mess with Carissa. She never once wavered in her belief in him. Then, he found out about Gil. She supported him through that too.

"I know Guapo. When do you leave?" She needed to change the subject. He took a deep breath and the sighed.

"Soon. I just have some things to finish up at the precinct and then I'm going to stop and see Gil."

"How is it going with Gil?"

"Good. We're getting to know each other. He's a great kid."

"How is Zara? I miss seeing her." Nick had a sad smile on his face.

"She's great. She keeps asking when me and her mom are getting back together. I don't know what to say to her. I hate not seeing her every day."

"You tell her it has nothing to do with her. Tell her that you and Maria love her so much and that will never change. She's too young to understand what you guys are dealing with. All you can do is keep reassuring her it isn't her fault and how much you love her."

"We do. She's just so young and I hate that she hasn't really gotten the chance to know her big brother." Nick ran his hand down the front of his face.

"You're a great dad, Nick. I know things are hard now, but they will get better. You just have to give it time." She leaned her shoulder into his.

"Thanks for saying that. Are you going to be okay this weekend?"

"I'll be okay." They sat in silence for a moment.

"Does anyone else on the squad know?"

"Just Cragen."

"You didn't tell Liv?" Amaro raised both of his eyebrows.

"No, you were the first one I wanted to tell." He couldn't hide his surprise "Nick, I have Ali who I consider to be one of my best friends, but so are you."

"You should tell Liv. She knows complicated families. She's your mentor and I know she cares about you a lot. She's always looking out for you and she always has your back." Gia wiped a tear that threatened to spill.

"I know, and I will."

"You call me if you need to this weekend." She seemed up beat, but Amaro could see something brewing behind her eyes. They stood up.

"I will be okay. You enjoy your time with your daughter. I'll see you when you get back Guapo." He gave her another quick hug and watched her walk off in the opposite direction.

Gia decided to take the long way home. The crisp air was biting at her cheeks, but it felt good. It felt good to feel something than the utter emptiness that was swirling around inside of her. It was a hole she had no idea how to fill. She had held it together pretty well with Nick. She wanted him to know, but she couldn't go through what she had the night before.

She had always felt so incredibly alone when it came to Gabe. This was the one thing that Grayson couldn't stand by her side through. She understood; it just didn't make it feel any better. As a kid, she used to think that her father could do anything. He was her hero. Gia was the opitome of a daddy's girl. Grayson and their mother were close in a way Gia had never experienced. Gia had a similar relationship with her father, but there wasn't the tension between Grayson and their father the way their was between Gia and their mother. As an adult she still thought her dad could do anything, but there were two exceptions. The first was standing up to her mother. The second was watching his son die. Looking back, Gabe must have felt like such an outsider. She didn't want him to feel that way on the day he died. The two most important men in her life didn't have the stomach to be there for her when it was all said and done. She didn't know how she would have gotten through it without Barba. She didn't want to think about the state she would be in if he hadn't held her up. Somehow, he was the right one to be there. Nick couldn't have held back his questions the way Rafael had. She also knew Nick was right about Liv, she should tell her. If she wanted their trust, she had to give hers.

She stopped at her favorite coffee shop on her way back. It made her smile for just a moment when she thought about Barba showing up with it at her apartment. She was approaching her building when she saw a familiar figure in front of the building.

"Grayson?" He turned when he heard her voice.

"Hey Geeg." His tone was solem, appropriate considering the circumstances.

"Want are you doing here?" He was the last person she was expecting to see. It was Friday morning, he should be at his office. He always went in early so he could be home early on Friday to spend the weekend with her niece and sister-in-law.

"I'm checking on you. You didn't answer my calls." She felt like his eyes were penetrating her thoughts.

"I wasn't in the mood to talk."

"You're mad at me." It was a statement, not a question. She let out the air she didn't realize she was holding. "Look, I'm sorry. I wish, I wish I could be like you."

"What do you mean Gray?"

"Gigi, you see the good where no one else can. You're forgiving and empathetic. Even after everything we've been through, you still have hope. You were brave, are brave. I'm a coward. I wish that I could have been brave like you, so you didn't have to be there alone." Gia blinked back tears. "I'm sorry. I am so sorry. I wish I could have seen beyond myself to be there for you."

"I'm not mad at you. You don't owe me an apology. I understand. I never expected you to be there. Do I wish you or Dad could have? Of course. But I would never hold it against you." Her voice cracked. "I just don't want you to hate me for not hating him."

"I could never hate you. Especially not because of your humanity. Gigi, there is nothing in this world that could make me hate you." He pulled her in and hugged her tightly. They stayed like that for a moment. It unnerved her to see Grayson wipe a tear from his face when he pulled away. He never cried.

"If it makes you feel better, I wasn't alone." Grayson furrowed his brow. Gianna never talked about their brother to anyone.

"Who did you ask to go with you?"

"I didn't exactly ask him. He just showed up when he was told I might need some support." Grayson raised his eyebrows. His sister was full of surprises.

"He? I didn't know you were seeing someone." Gia shook her head.

"I'm- I'm not. He's a friend."

"Well I'm glad you have a friend you can trust."

"He's a good friend. I think you'd like him." Grayson smiled. He was just happy to see a change in her.

"It's okay Gia, to not be so guarded."

"It's not that easy Grayson. You know that. But I'm trying. My squad is tight. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I have people I can let in." She could see the tension in Grayson's shoulders release.

"I'm really happy to hear that. I have my wife and daughter. You deserve to have happiness like that." He held her by her shoulders. He was able to move on. It was different for Gianna. She felt some responsibility for what happened.

"Do you want to come up?" She didn't want to get into that conversation. She definitely didn't want to get into the subject of their mother.

"I wish I could. I have to get to the office. Call Sienna, let her know what night you're free. We want to have you over for dinner. Annie misses you."

"I will. Tell her I miss her too." Grayson kissed her on the forehead.

"You call me if you need anything, okay?" Gia nodded. She watched her brother get smaller as he walked away. It felt like it had been the two of them against the world for so long. His comment about hope stuck with her. She had to hang onto hope. The hope that one day she wouldn't feel so damn sad.

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Gia knocked on Olivia's door. She figeted with the hem of her sweatshirt. She was about to turn to leave when the door opened. She had thought she would be okay alone. Instead she felt like her insides were trying to claw their way out of her body.

"Gia." Liv was surprised to see her, happy, but surprised.

"In this a bad time?" Olivia quickly saw the distress on her face.

"No, not at all. Come in." Liv stepped aside and Gia stepped into the apartment.

"This is a really nice place, Liv."

"Thank you. Gia are you okay?" Olivia had a better look at her. Her cheeks were red, but it was from the chilly air. Otherwise, she looked paler than usual. Olivia could tell by the lack of color in her lips. Her hands were trembling. Olivia had never seen her so casual before. She was wearing black leggings and a cropped grey hoodie that was over a white ribbed tank top and a pair of pink sneakers. When Olivia placed her hand on her arm, she felt how cold she was."Did you walk here? You're freezing." She ushered her over to the couch and wrapped a blanket around her.

"I, I didn't plan on walking here. Ali was supposed to be home but she got pulled into emergency surgery. I couldn't stand to be alone in our apartment. I was going to go for a short walk to clear my head, but I just kept walking and realized I was here."

"Well, I'm glad you felt comfortable coming here. Gia tell me what's going on. You can trust me." Cragen had mentioned to Olivia that Gia was going through something. While he wouldn't break Gia's confidence, he had asked Liv to keep an eye on her when she got back to work.

"I know." Gia nodded. She knew subconsciously that Amaro's words had led her here. Olivia gave her a few moments. She could tell she was trying to find the words. "Cassidy isn't here?"

"No, he won't be home for a while." The turmoil on Gia's face was heartbreaking. She couldn't even imagine what was going to come out of her mouth.

"Okay...okay..." It took Gia a few moments and then the whole story she shared with Barba came tumbling out of her mouth. Olivia didn't dare interrupt her for fear that she would stop talking.

"Oh Gia." Liv hugged her. She was mostly shocked at the lack of empathy her mother seemed to display. To make a child testify against her own brother in a trial that garnered him the death penalty was inconceivable to Olivia.

"I, I thought I was okay. But revisiting this triggered my memory. I knew I blocked out a lot. I just didn't realize how much. I can usually compartmentalize things. It's almost like there is a door in my mind and I can close things behind it." Gina's pointing to the middle of her forehead. "I had to learn how to do it. It took years. But now it's like the floodgates are open. All I can see is what was done to Amy. That crime scene. My father tried to shield me from it, but I saw enough. And I've read the case file a million times. Trying to find that last puzzle piece. The other kid that was with Gabe. With everything we've seen, that kind of violence? It wasn't a one time thing. I keep going over everything in my brain; I cannot piece together who it is. Maybe if I had seen the untouched crime scenes and not just the pictures CSU took of each scene." She was spiraling.

"Gia, listen to me, please you were only thirteen. Finding that other boy was not and is not your responsibility." Liv didn't know how Gia kept all of this so close to the vest.

"I know, I...I know. Rational me knows that. But there is this other part of me that cannot accept that. They had to have missed something. Something that I wouldn't have. All I have been able to think about today is what he has done since then. I can't turn it off." She was standing now and pacing. "I tried. I tried so hard to get Gabe to tell me. Maybe I didn't try hard enough."

"Your brother and what he did, it is not on you. Regardless of what he was capable of doing, HE was the one that protected someone with that capacity for violence. That makes him equally as guilty. Gia, I don't think he wanted to tell because he wanted to go out that way. If he was executed, he would have had to live with what he'd done for the rest of his life.

"I can't tell you the amount of times that I've told myself that... that Grayson has told me that. I just don't know how to turn this off again."

"I think maybe you're looking at this wrong." Gia raised her eyebrows, but didn't say anything, so Liv continued. "Gia, as hard as it is, your brother's death is the closure to all of this. You can't change anything that happened and that was never your responsibility. You have carried this with you since you were 13 years old. I think your mind is stirring all of this up because you don't know who you are without it. Grieve your brother, but let him go Gia. His sins are not yours." Gia wiped away a tear.

"You're right. If I'm being honest, I think I just feel guilty for being able to move on." She sat back down and buried her face in her hands.

"Listen to me-" Liv put her hand on Gia's back. "You deserve to be happy and to move past this. Your brother would not you to punish yourself for his crimes." Liv paused for a moment before tentatively asking, "Gia, do you see anyone?" Gia looked confused for a moment.

"A therapist? I did. She left the area and I've been trying to find someone that I click with. It's hard with our schedule to test them out. I need someone that can understand all of this" she waved her hands around her head. "I have anxiety medication, but I don't want to take it because of work."

"If you are not on duty and are taking it as prescribed, you aren't doing anything wrong. It's a fine line to walk with them, but during something like this? Use what tools you have. I'll talk to my therapist. He might have some suggestions. He might even be willing to see you while helping you find someone."

Gia was quiet for a moment "I would really appreciate that. Sometimes, it's so hard to quiet all the noise. People think that having a photographic memory is this huge blessing. It does give me an advantage but sometimes I would give anything to not have to work so hard for a moment of peace."

"Does anyone else on the squad know?"

"Cragen does, but that's obvious. I told Nick today. Barba knows."

"Barba?" Olivia was genuinely surprised. She knew that they were finally getting along. She just didn't know they were getting along that well.

"Yeah. He and I actually have gotten kind of close." Gia paused for a moment to think about how to explain their friendship.

"He snuck up on me." Gia laughed for a moment. "He...he gets me, without needing any explanation. It's the first time in a really long time someone has. Nick thinks it's because we're both nerds. But part nod it is that he doesn't just see me as a tool to win cases like other prosecutors have. They tended to forget that I'm a person. Barba? He sees me as an asset. He challenges me in a way that no one has before. It was always hard growing up because I was so much younger than my peers, but I was more mature. We also have the same snarky gallows humor, which helps." She chewed her bottom lip for a moment.

"Nick saw part of the execution notice on my desk. He tried to ask me about it, but I shut him down. He wasn't sure if it was personal or from a previous case, regardless, he didn't think it was a good idea for me to go alone. I wasn't ready to talk about it. And you know Nick, no way would he come and not ask questions. Then he and I got into that fight over the Muños case and I shut him out. He knew Barba and I have become friends, so he called him. Regardless of how angry we were at each, Nick knew I would need someone and made sure someone was there to take care of me. Barba was waiting for me when I got there. I was a mess already and I couldn't turn Rafael away. He promised not to ask a single question. He didn't even flinch when they read Gabe's name. It made me really trust him and I don't do that easily. AHe really took care of me yesterday. It was definitely unexpected." It was a lot to take in. Liv didn't expect her to completely open up.

"You know, I had a feeling you and Barba would eventually hit it off. He's a lot more than he pretends to be. I'm glad that he and Nick have your back. No one should have to go through that alone"

"God Liv, I'm sorry for just showing up here and trauma dumping on you. You've been through so much, you don't need this." Gia sighed and rubbed her forehead.

"Gia, don't apologize." Liv leaned towards Gia. "Our squad...it's different. The cases we work, the things we see, we have to trust each other. You know everything I went through with Lewis. My door is always open for you. Thank you for trusting me."

"I've always known i could trust you. I think I have always carried some level of shame."

"This is why you wanted SVU and why Cragen wanted you here. He knew you would fight for victims."

"Yes. I think part of me sees it as redemption. I couldn't save Lizzie and I couldn't save Amy, but I can save as many victims as I can."

"Why the PhD?" Liv watched as Gia stared past her for a few moments.

"It's the why. I need to know why someone would do the things we see. Causation isn't an excuse, but understanding helps me." Liv nodded, she understood completely.

"Do you want to order something to eat and keep talking?"

"Yeah Liv, I would like that." The panic Gia felt when she had showed up at Liv's door had started to dissipate.

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Barba stopped walking for a moment when he spotted Gia. He had wanted to give her some space, but he needed to lay eyes on her after how he had left her. When his mother had cancelled breakfast, he told her he didn't want to waste the reservation.

She was sitting on a park bench, her leg crossed, supporting a sketch book that she was furiously drawing in. Her hair in her signature perfectly messy bun and that damn loose curl at her right temple. Her normal hard exterior at work was softened. Those perfect curls were just slightly less perfect. She normally wore darker makeup. She was smart, it made her look older, more intimidating. Leggings with over the knee black leather boots, she had a thick v-neck royal blue sweater. He could see a little bit of white under her sweater. The fall weather had her cheeks pink. She looked lighter, emotionally. He continued walking towards her. He noticed a tattoo on her right wrist that he had never noticed before.

"Exactly how many tattoos do you have detective?" He watched her jump. She always did when she was engrossed in something. She smiled.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" She said with a raise of her eyebrows. If he didn't know any better, he'd think she was flirting.

"You cover it up?"

"With makeup.I don't want to share every part of me with suspects and victims."

"Makes sense. Share it with me?" She gave him a nod. He sat down next to her and took her hand and flipped it over to see the full tattoo. It looked like a blue half moon filled with watercolored ocean waves. Underneath that were the words "I have the ocean's soul. I want everything and nothing in harmony. I am chaos." He had a feeling that she could bring chaos into his life. He ran his thumb over it, waiting for her explanation.

"The ocean is my favorite place to be. I spent summers in Cape Cod with my grandparents. It's so peaceful, but also vast and dangerous. If I close my eyes sometimes, I can feel the salty breeze. I'm also a Pisces, so it tracks." He smirked after his eyebrows shot up.

"You believe in astrology?" She shrugged.

"I never used to. But everything I've read really lines up, with me anyway. I hyper fixate sometimes."

"When's your Birthday?"

"March 4th."

"In like a lion, also tracks." She laughed.

"May I?" He nodded to her sketch book. She hesitated for a moment and shook her head no.

"It's too personal. It's like a diary. My therapist growing up had me sketch things to help get them out of my head. But you can see what I'm working on here." She opened the book and there was a portrait of a beautiful little girl. "She's my niece Annie. She's 4. Well her name is Anna. They named her after me. But she's my Annie. This is for my sister-in-law for her birthday. Eventually it'll be a painting."

"Wow...you are very talented." She looked at him and smiled. She was full of surprises.

"Thank you, that...that means a lot." She moved to put her sketch book in her bag. Rafael stood and put out his hand.

"We're going to be late for our reservation." Gia tentatively took his hand and stood up.

"Should I be insulted that I'm your second choice." She had linked her arm in his as they walked.

"I would think of it more as you were my first choice after my mother."

"Well I'm honored then." They walked in silence for a moment.

"How are you? What did you do the last few days." He finally asked. They stopped walking and he stood in front of her. She was normally at least 4 inches taller with her normal heeled boots that brought her eye level. He hadn't realized how short she was. Everything she did with her appearance for work was designed to make her larger in one way or another. He studied her face as she contemplated her response.

"Honestly? I am okay." His face must have read skepticism. "No, I really am. I, uh, had a rough night Friday night. It was bad. Ali got stuck in surgery and it left me to stew in my thoughts and emotions. My anxiety was through the roof. I honestly felt like my insides were lava. I was uncomfortable in my own skin. I went out to get some fresh air and found myself a Liv's. She said some things that really made an impact. We talked about a lot of things. We are a lot of Chinese food too." Gia laughed. "Cassidy was working late, so I stayed with her and he drove me home when he was done with his shift. It had to be like midnight. Then? I cried, I mean ugly cried. I was relieved Ali was home and already asleep, no one needed to see that. I finally took the anti-anxiety medication my doctor gave me and I slept...for 12 hours." She laughed a little. "Ali thought I was dead. She's never seen me sleep like that. We spent the rest of the afternoon together talking. El Guapo called me from DC and I got to chat with Zara. She's so happy and upbeat. It was good for me. I spent the evening hanging out with Ali and some of her friends. They went out, I stayed home. Liv checked in and then I took my anxiety meds again and got a full nights sleep. Nightmare free. I can't take the medication when I'm on duty or on call, so I know I won't be nightmare free forever. But Liv really got through to me. She said things I've heard before, but it hit differently coming from her."

"That Olivia Benson is a wise one."

"That she is. But it's because of you." He didn't understand. "What you did for me the other night? I don't think anyone has ever been there for me like that. With no questions asked and nothing needed in return. You put a crack in the wall I have had around myself for a very long time. Telling you gave me the courage to tell Amaro. Well, sort of. I gave him an electronic copy of all of the files to read on his way down to DC. He and I are close, but I'm not ready for him to see me like I was with you. I don't need to be someone he needs to save. You gave me the courage to tell Liv and let her dig a little deeper. There aren't words to express my gratitude to you." Rafael was speachless for a moment, and that never happened.

"I, I don't know what to say to that." He had unconsciously twirled her loose curl around his forefinger. She wanted to make a joke about him never not having something to say, but it didn't seem to fit into that moment. "I am honored that you trusted me like that." He let the ringlet fall from his finger and tucked it behind her ear. "You deserve to feel safe and supported. I'm in your corner." There were a multitude of things she wanted to say but couldn't bring herself to say them.

"C'mon Abogado. We're going to be late and I'm starving." They were back to walking arm in arm.

"Should I feel offended that Amaro gets to be called Guapo and I'm relegated to Abogado?" Gia let out an audible laugh. Rafael knew right then and there that he would now be chasing to hear that sound again.

"It is not so much a compliment and more of an accusation. He absolutely loves it when I call him Meñudo." She was laughing again.

"You should do that more often." He finally said.

"I'm pretty sure I bully Amaro on a regular basis."

"Well, keep that up, but I meant laughing. You should laugh more. And I don't mean that in the menacing 'you should smile more' line women hear." He quickly added in the qualification. Before she could respond they were walking up to the restaurant. She felt something stir inside of her when he put his hand on the small of her back to lead her into the restaurant.

"I have to tell you, you're a lot less intimidating like this." She gave him a questioning look. "The hair, makeup, leather, heeled boots? They make you a little terrifying- especially when you're angry. Without all of that, you kind of remind me of a pixie. What's the angry one that crosses her arm and stomps her foot?"

"Are you comparing me to Tinkerbell after telling me I wear too much makeup?" Her eyes narrowed as she took a sip of her mimosa. He grinned.

"Campañita, I did not tell you that you wear too much makeup. It's just a different look." she rolled her jaw. "Yeah that's going to stick."

"I hate you." She pointed her fork at him.

"I don't think you have ever or could ever hate me."

"Eres engreído."

"Por eso te gusto cariño." Her blush was gratifying.

"You know, probably." They both laughed.

"Also- I did admit to being terrified of you. You're small, but you're mighty." She laughed.

"This has been a lot of fun. Plus mimosas and breakfast are my favorite."

"I am more than happy to take you to breakfast anytime."

After breakfast, they were walking through Central Park. Gia's face hurt from laughing. "I'm going to have to demand you show me pictures of you playing Little League."

"I'm thrilled my pain is so amusing to you." He deadpanned. "Well jokes on you, I'm not giving you the gift I got you.

"I'm pretty sure the mental images of you trying to be athletic are a gift that keeps on giving."

"You're lucky I like you." He stopped walking and reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and handed her a small box. She gave him a questioning look at then took it and lifted the lid off.

Inside was a white gold necklace with a Lotus Flower pendant. The three larger petals in the middle were filled with a black stone.

"The stone is azabache, it's the Cuban protection stone. You said the dream catcher didn't help the nightmares. I thought maybe this would help. The Lotus flower is you. It you. Strength, hope, preservation and resilience. Rising from a dark place." She blinked rapidly and a single tear slipped out of her eye. "I didn't mean to make you cry"

"Raf- this is the nicest thing anyone has ever gotten me. Thank you." Her voice cracked when she said his name. She had never felt so seen before. He reached up and wiped the tear off of her cheek. Her using a nickname for him made him feel something he knew he had no business feeling. He took the necklace from the box and quickly fastened it around her neck. She felt her mouth go dry. The smell of the sandalwood in his cologne was intoxicating she wanted to pull him back in when he stepped back."

"C'mon, let's get you home, it's freezing." He put his arm around her shoulder and they walked towards her apartment.

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madeleine-w · 3 years ago

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DBD Killers and Face Camping

Contains: Trapper, Huntress, Oni, Plague, Cannibal, Legion (Frank) and Ghostface

Warnings: None (except a bit of swearing )

The Trapper

Fuck no. I headcanon that this guy is basically in charge of the killers (I mean he obviously has no authority over any of them but you know what I’m talking about)

He’s been around since the beginning, he knows how to win this game

Usually puts a trap hidden near the hook and carries on looking for the others

Occasionally, when he hates the Entity even more than usual, he’ll put three or four traps around whoever he’s hooked — it’s his own special version of face camping :)

The Huntress

This is the only one I’ve been properly on the fence about, and truthfully it could go either way

Now Anna is an incredible hunter, we all know this, and she’s well aware that you have a better chance of catching your prey if you have multiple potential targets

She enjoys feeling like she’s eliminated all threats to her space and that’s easier to do if she leaves a survivor on a hook to chase the others

But there’s still that hunters’ instinct

She’s NOT happy about the idea of leaving her prey out of sight, especially knowing it’s likely someone will save it - it just feels unnatural to her, unlike much of The Entity’s Realm.

I’d say she usually doesn’t face camp (or at least tries not to) but sometimes she can’t help herself

The Oni

Lmao

This man must have some kind of ADHD because, upbringing or not, he can’t stay still

Like come on, he has demon dash and you’re gonna pretend he likes to stand about? No, Kazan is a ball of energy (and rage)

As soon as you’re hooked, he’s racing off to find the next poor sack of meat to string up

The Plague

Yes but in quite a loose way

She’ll stay in the general area and keep an eye on whoever she’s hooked, and would definitely attack the survivor who goes to help them

I can’t see her standing right next to the hook for ages

Which is probably a good thing cos she doesn’t smell like roses

The Cannibal

100% yes

Will facecamp for no reason, there are absolutely no tactics involved

The other killers have half-heartedly tried to explain that it just makes it harder for him to win the trial

He’s ignored them all

He’s just happy to be involved

Kate once complimented his mask and he unhooked her…

The Legion (Frank)

A deeply unhinged individual so who can really tell at this point

Usually he doesn’t face camp, kind of on the same wavelength as Kazan

He just has too much energy and races straight off

BUT this man’s instincts in trials are incredible and I will fight someone on this

He immediately knows when a survivor is about to be unhooked and will turn straight back round to attack whoever decided to play hero

(Will face camp Dwight with no hesitation, the only explanation anyone has ever gotten is “his face annoys me”)

The Ghostface

Generally speaking, no

Purely because there’s a limit to how much chaos he can cause while waiting for someone to come and unhook their friend

It’s much more fun to roam around and create more panic

However

Danny is a little shit and we all know it

So if he’s feeling particularly… playful, he’s much more likely to sit and laugh at you (and maybe stab your foot while you kick)

Has a whole bunch of photos of him holding a peace sign above the head of hooked survivors. At least he’s having fun I guess??

Feel free to send me any headcanon/one shot requests for any DBD killers or other slashers :)

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thesaltyace · 2 years ago

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Work has got me stresssssssed 😩

Our new hire is proving to be untrainable. I really really hope I'm wrong but dear god I'm about to scream in frustration. I can't tell if he's just incapable of learning or if he thinks he's "learned enough" but either way, he's absolutely not ready to work independently.

And yesterday he did something that actually made me angry - he scheduled a student to meet with him independently... when I'm very sure I made it clear just earlier that morning that he was not ready to meet with students on his own yet. I only found out about the student meeting by chance, thankfully before the meeting actually happened. I didn't express anger because I assumed there was miscommunication or something and just explained that he cannot meet with students on his own yet, please send all students to me or the other advisor.

He said okay and sorry.... and didn't offer up the student he'd scheduled with to reschedule with me. So I'm thinking... bud, you don't get to keep that one... But hey maybe I just need to be clearer about the situation. I asked when that student was scheduled for so that I could work her into my schedule, and he said he'd just email the student to tell her to schedule with me. Not what I asked for, but okay.... Except I got a weird vibe off of that and it seemed like 🚩🚩🚩 so I asked him to copy me on that email. I had a feeling that maybe he was trying to hide the meeting and meet with the student anyway? But if he copied me on it then it was transparent so whatever, not a big ask. But he read the message... And then didn't copy me on the email. I had to ask him this morning to forward it to me. He was sure he copied me on it. I said forward it anyway, thanks. Oh, here it is, I guess I hadn't copied you, sorry. (Me, internally: 😒)

I try to assume incompetence or ignorance before jumping to wilful intent, but this interaction is starting to tip the scales for me. It can still be explained by incompetence (which tbh is still not good) but it's tap-dancing on the line between that and wilful intent IMO. I'm trying to be very aware about clearly communicating expectations, because I know how lost I felt when I started an advising position and I want to provide better structure than what I had. And uhhhh he's started to ignore my requests and, in my view, go around me to do what he wants to do instead of what he's been asked to do. And he's not even got the basics down which is honestly not acceptable ten weeks into the job.

And in other stress-inducing situations, our chair has made a decision against my advice, regarding a topic on which I'm arguably the expert. He seems to think his solution will work but his solution involves doing something I feel is unethical. I'm not sure if he realizes it's unethical, but it doesn't really matter because I've already talked with the dean's office and they said he absolutely cannot do what he seems to think he can do. I'm weighing how exactly to approach this issue without getting my head bit off. And without saying I TOLD YOU SO. Because I did, in fact, tell him so. It's a huge clusterfuck and I'm 100% sure he will be very unhappy with the outcome no matter what happens. And I don't want to be the messenger. 🏹

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bcdwhcre · 4 years ago

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Could you Maybe write a headcanon about Levi and erwin taking in the reader after her parents died where she is living with all the scouts/cadet corps and just Like them being her two fake overprotective dads? (You Can add a Lil erenxreader if u want)

If you dont wanna write this thats totally fine, ily <3

“Father Figure,” Erwin x Levi Headcanon

I actually really like this ideaaaa, I can imagine Levi and Erwin being over protective dads.

Summary: headcanon of Erwin and Levi as overprotective dads after they take baby you in after your parents die.

Warnings: noneee, just fluffy dads

Levi:

When Levi found you in the streets, skinny, on the brink of death and crying after witnessing your parents die from starvation, it had gave him horrible flashbacks from when he was in that same position.

He didn’t hesitate to take you in and raise you as his own, you even got comfortable enough to call him dad but they were times when you would switch between dad and Levi which he didn’t mind.

Once you became of age, you had tried to convince Levi to let you join the scouts but he continuously said no which made you bicker with him.

You definitely got your stubbornness from him 100%. The small arguments between you two were entertaining like two children fighting over the last slice of pizza until he would get irritated and made you clean.

When the new set of cadets came in, it wasn’t long that you became close friends with Eren, Armin and the rest of them since you were around their age but Levi had always tried his best to keep you separated from the cadets, it only made your dream to become a scout increase.

“When are you going to let me join the scouts, dad?” You brought the topic up once again, he was sure this was the millionth time this month you had brought it up but he was obviously being dramatic

“I’m not letting you join, Y/N. That will always be my final answer.” The annoyance in his tone was obvious and he had stared over at you, making you let out a groan.

“Why are you so afraid of me joining? I learned from the best and you’re keeping me trapped in here like a dog!” You certainly pushed his buttons even to the point where he would ask himself why he picked you up and took you in but of course he never regretted that decision, he loved you like his own.

“I’m not letting you go out there and risk your life under my watch, Y/N.”

“As if you don’t leave me here to risk your life and leave me wondering if I’ll become an orphan again.”

Levi grew quiet, he knew you were right but he never really went deep into thought about it and he couldn’t help but feel guilty once he saw it from your point of view.

“I doubt I’ll be dying anytime soon, too good at my job.” He said with a snarky attitude, his eyes moving back down to the papers in front of him.

“Doesn’t matter, you shouldn’t be hypocrite. I want to join the scouts.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“I said no.” Levi shot you a hard glare, making you close your mouth and breathe in through your nose.

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore, get out of here and go do your chores.” He simply said, using his hand to gesture you off and that had made you upset, mumbling words he couldn’t make out while you stepped towards the office door.

“Hey,” He spoke up again, making you turn around and you had gotten scared that he heard your mumbles and was probably going to add more chores to your list.

“I love you, alright? I’ll think about it.” Levi had a huge soft spot for you, his heart weighed heavily to even think about his own child joining the scouts. He wanted you to be somewhat normal and live a normal life.

“Really? You’re serious?”

“I might be but I can’t promise that I would agree to it, Y/N.” He said in a grumpy tone, a groan leaving his lips when you ran over to hug onto him.

“Thank you, dad.”

You certainly kept Levi on his toes and always gave him headaches to the point where he would miss the times you were young, adorable, didnt argue back, cuddling into him as you slept instead being a pain in the ass teenager but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Erwin:

Erwin had somehow ended up at the scene. After wall Maria had fallen, they went through to try and find any survivors and that’s when his laid upon you. You were in your crib, quiet and completely unharmed.

Both of your parents were nowhere in sight and he had feared that they’ve been eaten by the Titans. He didn’t want to take you in, he had tried to fight the urge to have his emotions connected to his job but once he lifted you up in his arms, your big eyes instantly melted his heart.

After that, you grew up under his roof and under his supervision. It had taken him years for him to be comfortable enough to tell you that he wasn’t your real father and that your real parents had died, you were around 16 when he first sat you down and told you.

But that didn’t change the love you had for your father, you were very close with him and he made sure to be the best he could be, better than his dad at least.

Since you had lived with Erwin, you were always around the scouts and the cadets, you even had a small crush on Jean and once your father found out, he definitely started playing the overbearing dad to the point where he would watch you closely and even told the scouts to not entertain you.

That really didn’t stop you nor Jean from being friends and even flirting here and there but Jean would get scared every time Erwin would give you that deadly look.

After that, he tried to keep you away from the cadets/scouts and gave you more chores and stuff to do like go into town to shop, to do things where it would be far from the cadets and he would even force you to eat in his office with him instead with the others, it had gotten on your nerves but you were smart enough to not talk back and defy him in anyway, Erwin can definitely be harsh with punishments and treat you like a cadet.

But Erwin also was too soft when it came to you, he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you or make you hate him because you grew up to be a well grounded person, you grew up around the sweetest and smartest guy from the scouts and you learned hell of a lot from him.

“I seen you with Jean today.” Erwin spoke as he ate his food and you tried to avoid the topic, acting as if you were just asking him questions.

“I was just asking him where the cleaning supplies were, he had them last.” You cleared your throat, the little lie he can easily see right through.

“You don’t have to lie to me, I raised you better than that, Y/N.” He raised his eyebrow, giving you another chance to tell the truth.

“Sorry, dad.” You mumbled, picking at the food on your plate to keep yourself distracted from not making eye contact with him.

“Look, I hate to be the bad guy here. I didn’t want you to be so involved with the scouts like this but I guess it was unavoidable when we live here. I just don’t want you to involve emotions when it’s not promised that he’ll make it back alive every mission.” Erwin had to be nice, only for your sake but deep down he wish he could lock you away from all the cadets.

“You’re acting as if I’m about to marry him.” You snort out a laugh, looking up at him and he chuckled.

“Certainly not, that would be over my dead body before I allow that to happen.” He admitted, making you furrow your eyebrows.

“You’re so dramatic. I’m not dating Jean.” You rolled your eyes, he was always dramatic you thought. He always watched over you like a hawk and you never really understood why when you were perfectly safe living inside the base.

But deep down Erwin always feared that he would end up losing you. Even though he always told himself, no emotions or personal feelings when it came to joining the scouts and becoming commander but now his life revolved around you, making sure you were safe, healthy and happy above all but what he also feared the most is that he won’t make it home one day to you and that’s why he’s always so loving and over protective.

That’s why he constantly wants to spend time with his only child, he didn’t want you to feel how he felt when his father disappeared. So when it came to you hanging out Jean a little too much, the father instinct kicked in and he tried to get between, afraid of losing you to not only Titans but to another man.

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red-doll-face · 4 years ago

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domestic oni w/ his s/o and some bebes please ;/// u know

Of course!!! I have seen the light on oni and I have realized he’s the big boi we needed. This ones for u bun ! I’ve never written for oni before so I just went off sorry 😞

Warnings: slight nsfw, slight breeding kink on onis part and reader is afab or at least has obtained baby making bits also children , mentions of blood and gore as well as nasty baby shit 🤢

WC: 1380

Kazan ‘The Oni’ Yamaoka x afab Reader

A Star in the Night

Life always balances itself out. For every bad day there was a good one. Considering his last day on Earth wasn’t necessarily what one could call good, there had to be some good here in the sprawling fog to naturally even things out, right? So, he searches for another chance. This must be Kazan’s second chance because if it were not, he would be well and truly dead. Floating in the abyss, gone forever. Here, however, he’s even met a descendent and her story makes him feel as if he’s done some good. Passed on his vengeful anger that pushed her to stand up for herself and so he decides that here will be his own slice of peace despite the souls he sends to the sky everyday.

As much as he wishes he could have left that part of his past behind. The killing and the beating. Brutality. It has become a part of him. It’s what makes him useful to the new god that rules here so he does it. If he hopes to one day achieve something here he has to please it. The new god has even taken to labelling him the Oni. The oni. A term he once despised. To torment him more, his skin is now tinged blue and his nails have sharpened and grown out black. He sure looks like one now. Blends into him like colors or ink into water. Makes the endless loop of killing a little easier.

Whatever he’s been working towards, he thinks he finally found it. In these repeated processes Kazan see’s someone unique. One of a kind among all the different screaming visages of the survivors. That’s the moment when he makes a more important decision. The choice to take you as a prize. Something of his own.

Bargaining with the Entity quickly places itself as his new priority. What would he have to do to take you away? To start again with you? The entity asks him to sacrifice 100 survivors. No moris, no escapes. Kazan is determined to get this. He is not in this place for no reason. This is his destiny. He almost lost the streak a few times. Against the hardy survivors. Against you too. But it’s not for nothing because the moment he succeeds, the entity allows him to take you. Upon seeing him, you are apprehensive. Why you? What for? All he will say is that you don’t have to be hunted anymore. Not by anyone. You can live a comfortable life, as comfortable as it can be. You’re shocked. Unsure of why this offer is being extended to you. But what would it be like to be in the fog but never have to go to a trial. You ask if you can come back at some point. If you’re free to leave when you want. Kazan doubts you’ll want to leave. He nods anyway.

And so you sit in his house. A house that used to be only Spirits. The temple however isn’t suitable and thus you live in the house. Settling in is rough. You’re not sure what to do. Then Kazan brings some old traditions. Meditating, raking stones in the garden into little lines. Lighting candles and lanterns at the shrine. It’s fairly easy to put you back into a lulling routine. One that doesn't involve blood and hooks. You start to realize that the Oni or Yamaoka Kazan, he had told you, is interested in more than just feeling bad and sheltering you from the Entity’s wrath. He acts as if you are his spouse. He comes from trials and comes to find you. Greets you. Merely wants to spend time with you. He tells you stories from a time of what must have been Japan when their were jitos, shoguns, and, samurai. He was a samurai. You’re uncertain on why you can communicate with him. Shouldn’t he be speaking a different language.

From a cupboard, he pulls little black sticks and stones used for grinding them into powder. Then into ink. Calligraphy brushes. Old brittle paper. He watches you draw little pictures and he keeps all of them, praising your creativity. How he has chosen someone as talented as you.

“Chosen? For what?” You question. Innocent enough of a question.

“To stand beside me.” That clears up nothing. You feel as if something has gone over your head.

His grand daughter, Rin treats you with kindness. She treats you as if you’re part of her family. With a familiarity you’d forgotten was real. It clicks then what Kazan is trying to do. You are to be a warped version of whatever marriage customs were held in his day. A spouse. He’s taken you as a spouse.

Once you confront him about it, he acts as if you should have always known. That it was obvious what his intentions were and that he didn't feel the need to be explicit. You retaliate with the acknowledgement that you’re not from his time. It’s your first real argument. What did he expect from you.

You don’t know when you start to actually like him. He’s not the best conversationalist unless he’s talking about fighting or battlefield strategy but he tries to entertain you. Listens intently to what you have to say. Ultimately, Kazan comes off as more genuine than your own fellow survivors. Some of them were nice. Niceness can only go so long here though. You’ll run out at some point. He brings up the last time you talked about why you were in this derelict house and he apologizes. Kazan apologizes so formally that he practically looks like he’s begging forgiveness. For not thinking of you as an individual and instead as a vessel. Finally, putting two and two together, you think he wants children. You stare quietly at him. A pause lingers and then you ask him if you wanted to bear his children, he wouldn’t respect you any less, would he? He tells you that he would crush the souls of 1000 more men should it mean you would bear his line. He would lay their bodies at your feet if it made you happy. Dramatic but fitting for someone like him.

Kazan tries for it as soon as he can. It should be impossible. The entity cannot create life, only steal it. But you allow him to try. Over and over again. Until it takes. Whenever he finishes, he takes to stuffing his seed back inside of you. Careful of his talon-like nails that seem to be made for ripping flesh apart.

After trying so many times, you feel something change. The entity buzzes about you, you can feel it. No one can see it, certainly not you but it’s excited. When Kazan returns from his stand-in profession, he’s visibly happy. Thrilled.

“You are with child.” He almost yells it, he’s so happy. He picks you up and hikes you into his arms.

It’s the birthing that makes you nervous. You're less daunted by the carrying. Kazan dotes on you, more than he had already. Treats you like a glass figurine, passed down generations. You cannot be broken or stressed. You feel like a figurine, alright. The man simply sits you down and admires you. As you swell, he looks at your belly fondly and then to your face. He pets your hair and soothes you.

The birth is painful. So, so, so painful. More than any mori, hook, or cage. Your body rips itself apart for his child. Your child. The baby is covered in blood and birthing fluid and Kazan is smitten. He’s silent, in awe of your creation. The baby is so small, so tiny in his hulking hands.

The child grows and grows. Laughs and gurgles. Kazan cares for it, a wonderful father. He cleans the blood and gore from himself before seeing your child and you watch on as he teaches them to write. Read ancient japanese. Rin is just as caught up with your baby. She’s like an older sister, the best kind. Normal childhood is unattainable but you lament at forcing the child in this world of night. Your child will never see the sun. But you figure that's because your baby is the sun.

Thanks for requesting and I hope you liked it! 💖💖

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charlotteswriting · 4 years ago

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Alright, thank you! Since requests are open, I'll just jump right into it 😁 Could I please get some headcanons with the THH girls dating a fem! reader who is the Ultimate Musical Theatre Actress? 💕- newly minted 🎶 anon

I should be joining my online classes but I can’t because of some error;; so I decided to write my requests instead! Hope you enjoy, 🎶 anon -Mod Kaede

THH Girls with a Musical Actress

Celestia Ludenberg

When you first told her your talent, she was really interested about it

Acting like someone you aren’t... She wanted to talk about it more

Especially if you’ve acted Drama Queen, you’re hers

Like she wanted to meet up so you could tell her more

She. Loves your talent.

Whenever she is bored, she watches your DVDs and it fixes her day

Your voice is like therapy to her and your acting is just a bonus!

She’s your biggest fan, never misses a rehearsal

Sometimes she helps you with acting too, you know how well she can stay in character

The part she most enjoys is the dancing part, she relieves her stress when dancing with you and you enjoy it too since it’s with her and you can hear her laugh

Also you better don’t lie because she sees through your act-

Kyoko Kirigiri

“So that’s your talent... Fine, I guess,”

Don’t let her uninterested behavior fool you

She may seem like she doesn’t care at first but she’ll start to show interest in time

You notice how her behavior changes

Whenever she goes missing, she listens to your performances, which makes her feel more relieved and it clears her head

She likes to hear people’s thoughts about it and it makes her really proud about you, she also wants to compliment your talent but she is shy,,

Also she makes research so she knows it better than anyone, in an argument she’ll say stuff like “No, it wasn’t published in 2018, it was December of 2017” And now you know she wasn’t really *uninterested*

If you’re doubting your talent she’ll tell you sweet things about you and encourage you, but won’t do it if you don’t need them because Kyoko is the CEO of hiding emotions

Likes to attend your rehearsals and has a proud cocky smile the whole time

Makoto is like, “This your girl?”

“Yeah, she is,” sjrzjrjfdjcmrmgjcmxje

Sayaka Maizono

When you first told her that she screamed of happiness

Power couple, power couple!!!

Really, you two are known as power couple and nobody is denying that

No need to deny!! It’s clear as day

Omg where do I even start

Both of you enjoy each other’s company a lot and it’s not only about talent

You got a life partner

She helps you with anything!! She’s so experienced with singing (duh) and willing to help you with your acting if she can

Though she burst into laughs when acting but she tries to stay in character, she can be serious as well

She never misses your rehearsals and shows, example of a good girlfriend (although there are days she has to miss, but she tries to make it in time!)

Also she’s the first one to start clapping and you can always hear her cheering for you from the crowd

Just like Kyoko she researched about you and your works and she wants your signature

She memorizes your roles and watching them when she’s bored is a thing now

Whenever she’s getting praises by anyone she points at you and says you’re the reason she’s this good

Definitely not showing you off

Asahina Aoi

When you first told her your talent she was so hyped about it!

Show her some of your performances, she absolutely loves it

Her first thoughts were you are pretty great and your voice is just a gift for your talent

She loves to watch your performances after training and it inspires her?? She gets motivated after it

She doesn’t know much about it but thinks you are really hardworking and passionate for not giving up on your dreams

Forgets her lines a lot and can’t stay in character for too long because she gets distracted or burst into laughs when helping you, but she is trying

Sometimes she might miss your rehearsals because she also has a career, but she makes in time most of the time

“Sorry, I was late, I got distracted by the donut shop nearby. Do you want some of them, Y/n?”

She is the type that will brag about you. Good luck listening to her, Sakura

There’s a chance she might forget she watched this performance so she just rewatches again

Sakura Ogami

As soon as she saw you she knew you were the one

She likes how passionate you are and amazed that you can still keep up with her although you are busy most of the time

She tells you it’s not needed but you don’t leave her alone anyway, and she is grateful

Sometimes you overwork yourself and she looks out after you and never misses a rehearsal to make sure you are safe and sound

Sometimes people think she’s your guard and not your girlfriend- you waste no time to tell them she is your girlfriend

But she is okay with being your guard, too, she is up to protect her girlfriend

I hc you try to get her sing along but she thinks her voice is too deep so she sadly doesn’t, but if you insist on it too much she might give it a shot

Compliment her about it and she’ll get embarrassed and happy and will thank you 🥺

She prefers to listen to your voice instead, it’s really pretty and calms her down

She’s really patient with you and if you are ever doubting yourself, will say the nicest things about you

Toko Fukawa

When you first told her abt it her inferiority complex said hello

And thought you were gonna making fun of her

“What?! W-what do you want with me if y-you’re this famous and a-amazing?!”

Good looks, a pretty voice and acting skills,, why are you EVEN involved with her in the first place?

Seriously, she first thought you only stayed with her because you pitied her.

Please reassure her it’s not true and you’re with her because she means so much to you

She degrades herself anytime you sing, thinking you’re gonna dump her for someone that is more talented. Sometimes thinks your love is just acting, too,, though she knows she wouldn’t feel this loved if it was fake

She’s probably jealous of your fans and doesn’t want them so near around you—she’s afraid you’ll think they’re better than her!

Sometimes she hisses at fans and when you are alone she’ll yell at you for letting them this near you. She doesn’t want you to feel tripped but she’s just jealous—you’re just so good for her.

You usually shut her up with a kiss and tell her she is the only one for you

Mukuro Ikusaba

If you’ve watched the *scene* I’m talking about, you probably know Mukuro has a pretty voice

After finding out you’re a musical theatre actress, she was impressed!

Sometimes she sings along just to have some fun, but usually insecure about her voice

She memorizes all of your performances and sings them when you’re not around!

Due to her talent, she’s often busy so she sometimes misses your rehearsals, so she just watches the DVDs!

She’s like your guard, always looking out for you and making sure you’re safe and sound

She is quite jealous of you, you might need to reassure her that you love her the way she is and encourage her to sing with you!

She’s 100% the type that will send death glares to your fans

She steals your phone and blocks them from your social media accs if they’re going too far with complimenting you

So you just open your blocked users list and unblock them because it’s very rude. The whole time she’ll sit there blushed and won’t say a word but “sorry”

This is finally done! Also I’m not sure if you wanted me to write for Junko, so i didn’t. I hope that’s okay! I only write for her if she gets therapy and becomes healthy ajrmfksjcrnjd anyway, hope u enjoy this!!! -Mod Kaede

#danganronpa #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #kyoko kirigiri #kyoko x reader #celestia ludenberg #celeste x reader #sakura ogami #sakura x reader #asahina aoi #hina x reader #mukuro ikusaba #mukuro x reader #toko fukawa #toko x reader #sayaka maizono #sayaka x reader

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cheri-translates · 4 years ago

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Headcanon - Trick Question

This work, 送命题, was originally written by 君兮耶君兮 on Weibo, and she has given me permission to translate it 🌸

“If I kiss you, you’ll get a hundred dollars. If the world’s cutest girl kisses you, you’ll get a thousand dollars. Who will you pick?”

[ VICTOR ]

Finally done with the work on hand, you pick up your phone and send him a message: Paging for Teacher Victor!

In seconds, you receive a response: Go on.

You click your tongue, fingers flying over the keys: I didn’t expect CEO Victor, who always reminds me to use my phone less, to be staring at his phone and giving me such a quick reply.

After a minute of silence, he responds: As per someone’s request, there’s a sound when special people contact me.

Your cheeks heat up slightly - you were the one who set yourself as a “Special Contact”.

Tapping open the dialogue bubble between you and Kiki, you forward a message to Victor: If I kiss you, you’ll get $100. If the world’s cutest girl kisses you, you’ll get a $1000. Who will you pick?

Victor’s response is very in line with his character: ........

Out of nowhere, you receive a push notification stating that someone has just transferred $11000 to your account. Checking the bank app, you discover that the funds were sent from Victor.

You hurriedly give him a call. Before you can speak, he asks, “What do you want now?��

“I just wanted an answer...”

Laying your head on the desk, you use a pen to tap the camel statue in front of you.

On the other end of the line, you hear a soft laugh.

“I’ll collect 110 kisses from you tonight.”

[ GAVIN ]

Fresh out of a bath, you spring into the arms of Gavin while he lays on the bed.

“Officer Gavin, Officer Gavin!”

“What’s wrong?” He sets down the materials in his hands, wrapping you in a blanket. “Don’t catch a cold.”

After he turns you into a chrysalis, you snuggle up against his chest.

“Gavin, if I kiss you, you’ll get $100. If the world’s cutest girl kisses you, you’ll get a $1000. Who will you pick?”

“You.” Gavin responds without hesitation. “Even if there’s no money involved, I’ll still choose you.”

You laugh heartily, nuzzling closer to him. “I knew it!”

He reaches to turn the lights off, then tucks you in before hugging you even more tightly. “So... did I pass the test?”

“Hmm. Even though it isn’t the perfect answer, it still counts as a pass.”

You liberate your arms from the bundle, wrapping them around his waist, trying to reduce as much distance between the two of you as possible.

“What’s the perfect answer?” There’s confusion in his voice.

You give him a peck, having no intention to tell him.

“That counts as a hundred dollars. As for the answer, think about it yourself. Goodnight.”

In response to your sudden attack, his face flushes slightly.

“Ahem, goodnight.”

[ LUCIEN ]

You’re aware that your husband doesn’t simply have a high IQ - his EQ is pretty good as well. So when your female friend sent you this question, you directed it to Lucien without thinking twice.

“Lucien! If I kiss you, you’ll get $100. If the world’s cutest girl kisses you, you’ll get a $1000. Who will you pick?”

“Hm? Is this an EQ test?” Lucien asks, reaching out to draw you into his arms.

“I guess it counts as one... tell me your choice!” You pinch his face lightly, wanting an answer.

Lucien pretends to immerse himself in deep contemplation, looking troubled.

“Hm... this is quite a difficult. After all, different benefits arise from the same option. Let me think carefully on whether there’s a trap in this question.”

“The options are different, aren’t they?”

You attempt to wiggle your way out, despite knowing full well that he has already seen through your little game.

Lucien tilts his head towards you. “To me, my little fool is the cutest girl in the world. So the options coincide.”

“Lucien, you’re too good at this...”

“Really?” He pats your head. “I’m simply expressing how I genuinely feel.”

[ KIRO ]

With a serious tone, you pose a question to the man seated on the sofa.

“Kiro Kiro! If I kiss you, you’ll get $100. If the world’s cutest girl kisses you, you’ll get a $1000. Who will you pick?”

Kiro arches his brows in complete confidence.

“I know this! Miss Chips is the cutest girl in the world, so if I pick the second option, I can get $1100! That’s the perfect answer, isn’t it?”

You pout. “It’s no fun. I forgot how often you surf the Internet.”

“Let me ask you a question then. If Kiro the celebrity kisses you, you’ll get $100. If Kiro the King of the Western Regions kisses you, you’ll get $1000. If Kiro the hacker kisses you, you’ll get $10000. Who will you pick?”

You purse your lips. “Do I even have a choice?”

Kiro furrows his brows.

“Of course! You’ve got three options, which is one more than your question. Miss Chips, choose quickly!”

Only a fool wouldn’t take advantage of what’s in front of her, right?

“A kid would make a choice. Adults want them all!”

The Little Sun gleams brightly.

“I knew that Miss Chips loves Kiro the most~”

You shatter his fantasy.

“No, I want them all so I can get a grand total of $11100.”

[ SHAW ]

Bored out of your mind, you send Shaw the question you chanced upon while surfing the Internet: If I kiss you, you’ll get $100 dollars. If the world’s cutest girl kisses you, you’ll get a $1000 dollars. Who will you pick?”

The phone in your hand vibrates.

He replied so quickly while having lessons? That fellow has lost focus again...

Peering at the screen, you see a blue QR code.

His concise message launches him straight into the minefield: Send the money over.

You restrain yourself from smashing your phone against the wall: The important thing is the option you choose, not whether there’s money or not!

His response is succinct: I pick you. Send the money.

...

Before you can sigh at his response, another message comes in: Counting the number of times you kissed me last night, and the good morning kiss before leaving the house... I’ll give you a discount - $10000 will do.

Your almost snap the spoon used to eat the watermelon before you: You’re using your phone in class? I’ll break your bones when you come back!

Shaw sends you an “🙄” emoji and: Is this entrapment?

You laugh sarcastically: I’m just helping the school educate disobedient students like you.

And with that, the topic digresses to a point of no return.

[Note] The author uses wordplay here! In Chinese, “discount” is 打折 (“da zhe”). The use of “打骨折” (“da gu zhe”), adds on the word 骨 (bones), which changes the entire phrase to “break your bones”

More translated and original works: here

[ Permission to translate ]

君兮耶君兮: You can - just note the source of the author

#mlqc #mlqc victor #mlqc gavin #mlqc lucien #mlqc kiro #mlqc shaw #cheri shortcake

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collecting-stories · 5 years ago

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High - JJ (Outer Banks)

Request: First of all, I’m a big fan of your writing :)) do you write imagines based off of songs? If yes, maybe one based on High by 5 Seconds of Summer? With JJ from outer banks

A/N: So this is basically broken up into like different moments in the relationship between the reader and JJ.

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Scarlett was droning on about something that Kelce had said to her as you stood by the drinks counter, waiting for the smoothies she had ordered. The spinach and mango, so she said, was amazing for complexion. While she talked your eyes scanned the lobby of the country club. You had a decent view of the dining room from where you were and you caught a glimpse of blond passing the doors just as you looked over.

“So I told him it’s over with us.”

“Yeah, I don’t blame you.” You replied, mindlessly, as you waited for the doors to the kitchen to open again.

“Sarah wants to go to Chapel Hill tomorrow but like, I don’t know, I just don’t think my head is in doing a day out. Like I just need to focus on putting myself back out there.”

“Yeah...you should.”

The kitchen doors opened and you smiled as you saw JJ walk out, server’s outfit on and carrying basin for the dishes under one arm. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and opened a text to him.

-I can see you-

-stalker. do I look hot?- He replied.

-I couldn’t tell-

JJ left the basin on an empty table and walked over to the dining room doors, looking across the lobby to see you at the juice counter. You smiled and winked at him before texting again.

-Oh yeah, super hot-

-God you’re so obsessed with me-

You bit your lip to stop from laughing and drawing Scarlett’s attention away from telling the girl behind the juice counter about her breakup.

-It’s cause you’re so hot-

-you must feel so lucky I’m your boyfriend-

“What do you think?” Scarlett asked, turning to you.

“What?” You looked over at her, realizing too late that you had zoned out of the conversation for too long. You had no idea what she was asking.

“I swear to god. First I can’t rely on Kelce and now you’re off in la la land fucking texting when I’m trying to talk to you. My therapist said that people just keep letting me down and it’s so true.”

“I’m sorry Scarlett, I’m not trying to ‘let you down’. Look, lets go do yoga okay? You’ll feel better. It’s bikram, we can sweat out all our problems.” You promised, grabbing your smoothie.

“Fine.” Scarlett nodded, grabbing her own smoothie and looking across the lobby. JJ was still in the doorway of the dining room, watching the both of you, and she frowned. “Ugh, I can’t stand these losers they employ.”

“What?” You looked over at JJ. He smiled and then disappeared back into the dining room.

“Gross.” Scarlett muttered, linking her arm with yours and leading you away.

“Come here,” JJ held his hand out for you as the boat slowed to a stop. You grasped his hand in yours and stepped off the dock, boarding the HMS Pogue. When you were safely on board he yanked on your hand to pull you against him, smiling when you gripped his shirt to keep yourself upright. “Hey.”

“Hi.” You barely got out a greeting as he leaned down and kissed you. It was still off-season, a little colder than usual, and JJ had his grey sweatshirt on. You were particularly fond of the sweatshirt, as stupid as it sounded. It was warm and soft and smelled like the flavored vape he was smoking. “I brought you present,” you said, once he had pulled away.

“Is the present alcohol?” He asked, smiling when you pulled away to grab the cooler and blanket that were still on the dock. “Oh my god, have I ever told you how perfect you are?”

“You are so full of shit Jay.” You laughed.

“So where are you right now?” He joked. Your mom had been urging you to date someone for almost a year now, talking about how your friends all seemed to be getting together and didn’t you want to have someone in your life like that. She didn’t know that you had been dating. You and JJ had been together for almost as long as she had been pestering you.

Your friends didn’t know either. They had no idea that every time you blew off plans or disappeared for afternoons at a time you were meeting up with JJ. If they knew, if your parents knew, you’d probably be locked in your room, Rapunzel style. Being a kook meant that your parents had a lot of expectations for you and none of them involved you running around the outer banks with a boy like JJ.

It didn’t matter that you were 100% positive that you loved him or that you had been thinking more and more about the future. All that would matter if your parents or your friends knew was that you were dating a Pogue. And, maybe worse than that, a Maybank.

“Oh, I’m at a campus visitation day in Chapel Hill. Checking out the college, you know.” You replied, sitting down on the bench while JJ guided the boat away from the dock.

“How’s it looking?”

“The guys are way hotter than I thought they’d be.” You teased, smiling when he looked back at you.

JJ’s friends knew about you. Countless days had been spent with Kiara and the guys at the Chateau or out on the marsh. They were all infinitely cooler than your own friends and you loved hanging out with them. You would trade being a kook for being a pogue in an instant if it meant never having to go to a stupid house party or listen to Topper’s bullshit ever again. You would have traded anything in the world for the chance to spend all day on the marsh with JJ.

Midsummers was filled with stuffy old rich people and their families and, though you fell under that category, you were bored out of your mind. You’d topped off every drink at your parents’ table as they chatted mindlessly about OBX and weather and business. Your options for the evening were slim. Hang at the table and listen to the most boring conversations known to man or venture out to find Scarlett and Topper and Kelce. The party was in full swing and the air outside, even after the sun had set, was warm. You felt like your dress was sticking to you.

“Mom, I’ll be right back.”

“Sure hon.” Your mother waved you off as you headed inside the country club. At least it was air conditioned inside.

You turned the corner by the stairs, heading for the locker room when some grabbed you. An arm around your waist and a hand pressed to your mouth. You almost screamed but the familiar sensation of cold metal mixed with warm skin told you exactly who the hand covering your mouth belonged to.

JJ.

He pulled you into the coat room, finally letting you go to switch on the light.

“You gave me a heart attack. What the fuck?” You laughed, smacking his arm.

“Sorry babe, you look fucking hot by the way.”

“You’re so romantic.” You rolled your eyes at him but leaned in, kissing him anyway. You’d spent all day yesterday with your mom in Chapel Hill and all day today ‘preparing’ for midsummers. This was the first time in over 48 hours that you had seen JJ.

As he kissed you back his hands went to your waist. He guided you back against the wall, laughing when you got ambushed by unnecessary coats. “Fuck.”

“Come here.” He switched places with you and sat down on the ground, tugging on your hand to get you on the floor with him. You bunched the long skirt of your dress up to your thighs as you sat on his lap, knees scrapping against the scratchy fabric of the carpet. You were dead if you got caught and he was definitely fired.

When he leaned in you put a hand on his chest to stop him, “Oh, by the way, I'm not doing it on the floor of the coat room.”

“But this is so romantic.” He joked, kissing you.

“JJ, I’m serious.”

“Chill,” he held your face in his hands, meeting your eyes, “I just wanna mack on my super hot girlfriend.”

“God you have such a way with words.” You teased.

“I missed you.”

“Missed you too.”

You kissed him, hands unbuttoning his vest and shirt despite what you had said. John B always joked that the two of you were all over each other and it was probably true. Whenever you were around JJ you just wanted to be as close to him as possible. You felt him suck in his stomach at the sensation of your hands running across his skin. You shifted, kissing his neck with the sole intention of getting him back for the hickey you had almost been grounded over.

JJ leaned his head back against the wall, giving you more access. His hands found the zipper to your dress and you shrugging out of the top half of your off the shoulder lavender gown. You kissed your way up his throat to his chin and then all the sudden your mother’s voice could be heard right outside the coat room, calling your name, and JJ shot up, smacking his head against the bridge of your nose and sending you back on your ass.

“Oh my god!” you practically whined, holding your nose with one hand as you tried to fix your dress with the other.

“Oh shit, shit, shit, shit. I’m so sorry.” JJ whispered, grabbing his bowtie and holding it out for you to use as a handkerchief so no blood would get on your dress. “Are you okay?”

“Help me with my dress?” You begged.

JJ helped you stand up and then proceeded to fix your dress for you, straightening it out and helping you slip your arms in so he could zip it back up. The whole time he apologized profusely. Outside the door your mother called your name again.

You walked over to the door, peeking out. She’d wandered far enough down the hall that you could sneak out. “Mom,” you called once you came out of the coat room. JJ stayed back, fixing his shirt and vest.

“Oh my god, honey, what happened to you?”

“I was in the locker room and I banged my face on the door.” You lied, JJ’s bowtie still pressed to your nose.

Your mom gaped at you until she caught sight of JJ over your shoulder. “You!” She called and he stopped dead in his tracks.

“Uh, yeah?”

“Take my daughter to get cleaned up please.” She instructed, “go with him okay sweetie.”

“Okay.” You turned to look at JJ and smiled as you followed him to the kitchen.

“Come right back out when you’re done!” Your mother called after you.

The first time you had ever crossed paths with JJ he was just some kid from the cut. You had texted a friend about where to get the best weed and they had offered to give you their dealer’s number. You’d been surprised when the dealer turned out to be the same age as you. Cute, blond, tall, so high. You had seen JJ around before, his face was pretty familiar, but you didn’t really know him at all. And he might’ve remained just some kid from the cut if you hadn’t asked him to hang out that first day.

“Hey, uh...I’ve never actually smoked before.” You admitted, playing with the blunt that he’d sold you.

“It’s not hard.” He shrugged.

Your parents were out for the day and you were sitting on the dock with JJ. He’d come over on the HMS Pogue on his way to meet up with John B and Pope. You had looked nervous, standing on the dock waiting for him to show up. The first thing you’d said when he pulled up was that you. had never done a ‘drug deal’ before. He’d almost laughed out loud.

“I just, my friends kinda ditched me for the afternoon cause my mom said I can’t go to Chapel Hill and I don’t want to seem super lame, like smoking by myself.” You explained. How sad would you be sitting around and smoking a blunt all alone while your friends went shopping.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”

“I mean...do you wanna hang out?”

“You wanna hang out with me?” JJ asked, even the haze of his high couldn’t convince him that was a normal request.

“Yeah?” You shrugged. You’d never hung out with anyone from the cut before but you were bored and, if you were going to start ‘slumming it’ as Topper said, you might as well start with JJ.

“Yeah okay, but I’m not giving you a discount.”

“I don’t want a discount!” You laughed.

The boneyard was crowded. Kooks, Tourons, Pogues. Everyone was there for a beginning of the summer party. You had donated the keg money after JJ spent his portion of the cost on weed. Kiara had almost lost it on him when you offered to give them the full amount. Still, you didn’t get to show up with them to the beach or even hang out with them. You were standing around with Kelce and Scarlett as they tried to draw everyone into their argument about who was ‘over’ who. You scanned the party, sipping on your beer as you looked for your boyfriend.

“Hey,”

You looked back as someone pressed a hand against your back. Rafe.

“Hey Rafe.” You side stepped out his touch.

“What’s up, I haven’t seen you around much this summer.” He said, catching your friends’ attention.

“I think she’s got a secret boyfriend.” Scarlett piped up, “she’s always texting and canceling on plans. Took me weeks to get her to go to yoga with me.”

“I’ve been busy.” You replied. Across the way you saw JJ and John B getting beers. You watched your boyfriend adjust his red cap as he looked around. You could only hope he was looking for you.

“Too busy to hang?” Rafe draped an arm around your shoulders and tried to draw you into his side.

“Obviously if you haven’t seen me around.” You replied, pulling away again. “I need a refill.”

“I’ll come with you.”

You rolled your eyes as you walked down toward the keg, Rafe following on your heels. If there was anything that you hated about parties it was Rafe Cameron hanging around you. Kiara nodded to you as you approached them, tossing your old cup into the makeshift trash can she had set up to recycle.

“Hey,” JJ smiled when he saw you.

“Hey, can I grab a beer?”

“I’ll get one too man,” Rafe announced, his arm around your shoulders again.

You pulled away once more, “seriously Rafe, get off.”

“Chill out.” He reached out for you, trying to grab your arm.

JJ shoved him away, “she told you get off her man.”

You shook your head at him, urging him silently to let it go. He knew that Rafe always bothered you because you’d told him about it countless times. But you didn’t want any trouble tonight. It was supposed to be a chill kegger and you had every intention of sneaking off early with JJ, which wouldn’t happen if he got into it with Rafe now.

“Stay out of it Pogue.” Rafe tried to look intimidating, stepping up to get in JJ’s face.

“Guys, Rafe, come on.” You pulled on his arm and nodded back toward your group, waiting and watching to see if they needed to intervene.

Just as Rafe turned to leave JJ spit a mouthful of beer at him, coating you too, and everything went to chaos. Rafe swung at him and JJ tackled him to the ground, throwing punches. John B pushed Kiara and Pope out of the way as Kelce, Topper, Scarlett, and Sarah ran over to see what was happening. As Rafe got his footing again people started to gather around in a circle.

“JJ!” You shouted as Rafe punched him.

“Come on,” John B grabbed your arm, pulling you toward him, “stay out of the way.”

“You filthy fucking Pogue.” Rafe shouted, “I’m gonna kill you.”

“Dude, come on, it’s not worth it.” Topper urged, trying to grab Rafe’s arm.

“Fucking try you pussy.” JJ was quick to bait Rafe, dodging a punch and then getting him with a right hook in the stomach.

With Rafe on the ground John and Pope grabbed JJ, dragging him away from the fight as Topper helped Rafe to his feet. Kiara looked over at you when Scarlett called for you to follow them back to their side of the boneyard. You looked back to where John B was pulling JJ along the beach.

“Where are you going?” Scarlett called when you took off in JJ’s direction.

You ignored her, running over and stepping in their path, hands immediately going to JJ’s face. You brushed hair away from his eyes as he looked away from you.

“I don’t wanna hear it.” He said.

“Too bad.”

JJ pulled away and crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at the ground before he met your eyes. “I don’t need you to bitch me out, those guys are assholes, I’m sorry you’re friends with them but I’m not going act like they aren’t all dicks.”

“I’m not gonna bitch you out.” You said.

“What?”

“I’m not gonna bitch you out. Rafe’s a dick.”

“Then what do you want?” He asked, scuffing his foot in the sand.

You shrugged, “to make sure my boyfriend is okay? To tell him I love him.”

JJ bit his lip, smiling at you. Maybe it was the alcohol or the adrenaline from the fight but you thought that his eyes looked a little glassy as he looked at you. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“I love you too.” He reached out for you, pulling you close so that he could kiss you. He stopped just short, resting his forehead against yours, “you sure, cause I’m about to mack on you in front of everyone.”

“I was so hoping you would.”

Oh my god my Tumblr is literally so Outer Banks heavy right now and I don't even care.

Starting a taglist for my Outer Banks stuff:

taglist: @poguesrforlife

#JJ (outer banks) x reader #JJ (outer banks) imagine #JJ (outer banks) fanfiction #JJ x reader #JJ imagine #JJ Maybank x reader #JJ Maybank imagine #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks fanfic #outer banks fanfiction #outerbanks imagine #outerbanks fanfic #outerbanks fanfiction #obx imagine #obx fanfiction #obx fanfic #collecting stories imagine #cs discography series

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ginnyweasely · 4 years ago

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ARGHHH I CANNOT BELIEVE I HAVE 1K FOLLOWERS!! i can’t thank u guys enough omg thank u thank uu!! <33

to celebrate this little milestone i wanted to have little ask games ++ also i made a little fic rec so u guys can enjoy some rlly good writing !! happy reading bbies!!

for asks: please SEND ME AN ASK with any of the following emojis !!

💐 : ask me anything !!

literally ask me any question u want!!!

💌 : match up

send me some information about you and i will ship you with a hogwarts character (ex: your hogwarts house, hobbies, personality type, zodiac sign, what you look for in a guy/girl, music taste ++ anything else u want!! also if you want to specify whether you want a f or m character that would be also good!!) p.s. i will only do as much as i can till 29th!! so i might not get them all done pls try to understand :)

🌙 : make me choose/requests

send me two characters/ships/shows/movies/etc. and i will choose one and make a gifset!! and/or send me any of your gif requests!!

🍪 : fic review/recs

send me a fic of yours you want me to check out and i’ll give feedback and/or put it on my fic recs!!!

now onto fic recs!!

ANGST

The Game by @dracosathenaeum

this one is smutt + fluff + angst BUT IT IS SO GOOD MIXING ALL THE THREE I SWEAR JUST READ IT (also the author is so cute and like the best person ever no biggie)

Heaven and Hell by @bricksatlandyswindow

this is also a series that is not completed yet but this is literally one of my favorite things ever to exist and i swear it’s a masterpiece i dont wanna give anything away pls just read it

Choose Me Instead by @dreaming-about-fanfictions

this is multichaptered AND IT INVOLVES READER FAKE DATING DRACO PLS IT IS SO GOOD IT HAS EVERYTHING U NEED READ IT RNNN!!

Hurt Her to Save Her by @loeyoshn

ARGHH JUST THINKING ABOUT THIS MAKES ME WANT TO SOB MY HEART SHATTERED INTO MILLION PIECE S READING THIS MY GODD basically draco attempting to protect u no matter what the price is :(

The Beginning of After by @fuckingdraco

guaranteed 100% to break ur heart, happy reading & crying!! (p.s. the author who wrote this is diagnosed w sexcy so be careful while reading her stuff)

Champagne Problems by @dracoxspencersgirl

THIS ONE IS A LONG ONE AND ITS ANGSTY AND fluffy and smutty BUT ITS BASED ON CHAMPAGNE PROBLEMS AND YALL KNOW MY LOVE FOR TS ALREADY!!

Always Been You by @acciodracoo

this is the best series ever to grace this earth, its an actual masterpiece i swear it is so good i still cannot believe it GO READ IT RIGHT NOWWW

SMUT

basically the whole draco masterlist by @malfoysstilinski

LITERALLY JUST READ ANY OF THE SMUTS THEY ARE ALL MASTERPIECES AND SO GOOD PLSSS

Warnings by @slytherinwh0re

I HAVE NO WORDS I LOVE THIS OMG

Common Room by @draocmalfoy

common room sex is just ✨ immaculate ✨

Intoxicated by @luminanova

C H O K I N G !!!!

Punishment by @roonilwazlibimagines

DRACO PUNISHES U FOR BEING A BRAT!! do I EVEN NEED TO SAY ANYthing MORE?

Seeing Stars by @iliveiloveiwrite

THE TITLE IS PRETTY SELF-EXPLANATORY READ THIS RNNNN

Hot and Cold by @weelittleweasley

I AM A MESS and THIS IS SO GOOD 🥵

FLUFF

Teach Me by @drxcomvlfx

THIS ONE IS SO CUTE PLS I LOVE THIS <3

How Much He Loves Her by @draconisxcaput

this one is a mix of angst + fluff + smut BUT IT IS SO GOOD !!!! f u ron weasley

Take A Chance by @dumspirospero-1

this is a little angsty if u squint ur eyes so it is mainly fluff !!!! I LOVED THIS I LOVE SOFT DRACO

Always So Cold by @stupxfy

THIS IS SO CUTE AND SOFT I LOVE NERVOUS DRACO

You’re Mine by @yellowsuitcase

THIS ISN’T LIKE FULL ON FLUFF BC IT’S AN ANGST SMUT + FLUFF MIX BUT IT IS SO GOOD LIKE THE PERFECT COMBINATION YESSS

I’ll Always Mean It by @malfoysmatrioshka

FLUFFY FLUFFFF I LOVE THIS

#txt #fic recs #1k celebration #milestones #draco malfoy #draco fic recs #fic rec #harry potter #draco malfoy fic #enjoy!!#happy reading

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yeojaa · 4 years ago

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IDK IF UR STILL TAKING REQUESTS🥺🥺🥺 sorry if IM botherinh😭😭 BUT MYBE A FINDERS KEEP HERS drabble where jk n oc get in to an argument after chap 3 n jk apologizes or something like that😭😭🥺😭🥺🥺

[ read part one / main story ]

pairing. jjk x f!reader. rating. general. tags. this is soft angst. JK being his usual idiot self, reader being... well, sad, and yeah. just pain (but w a resolution. ish). wc. 1.5k. beta reader. @hobi-gif beta’d a bit of this but i wrote most of it after so any dumb mistakes are my fault and my fault alone. 🤡 author note. this isn’t 100% what you requested but... the first part kind of is, and then this is the resolution (because people requested it). if you’d like another drabble, please feel free to request!

In true fashion, Jungkook tries to fix the problem in the only way he knows how: with money.

He puts the two of you up at the Four Seasons for the entire week, orders room service at all hours of the day and has treats from all of your favourite spots in the city delivered. (Macarons, candied nuts, that one bakery that does those salted honey pies you inhale like a wild animal.) He runs baths for you, fills the tub with your favourite scents (always Diptyque) and massages his tattooed hands all over your scalp. He makes sure you wake up to the smell of French toast and fall asleep on a bed of roses, curled up in his arms and little else.

He spoils you until you can hardly see the floor, designer shopping bags strewn throughout the suite. (His sisters help him decide what to buy, mouths sealed shut otherwise. They know better than to get too involved in his relationship with you.) Dinner is somewhere new every night but always at a Michelin-starred restaurant, space booked out to the extent it’s just the two of you and a bouquet of your favourite flowers.

Of course, he thinks things are better. Assumes they must be, because there’s never been a time where money hasn’t solved his problems. No matter how much, throw enough of it at something and the problem will go away.

But you don’t go away. Neither does your sadness.

“Baby.” It’s your last night together before you’re back to some semblance of normalcy (not that Jungkook’s life was very normal to begin with). He thinks he’ll miss it more than you will, if your lacklustre reactions have been any indication.

You’re fresh out of the shower - you’d turned down his offer of a bath, locked the door on your way into the washroom - and wrapped in a fuzzy white robe. “What?” You’re focused on running a comb through your hair, unbothered by your boyfriend who sits at the edge of the bed, legs wide and hands extended toward you.

It bothers him a bit (read: a lot). You’re better than you were, offering tiny smiles when he begs for them, accepting his kisses without complaint. It isn’t you though. Not the snark and the sass and the decades of friendship that normally thread your relationship. A book with its spine about to snap, held together by cobweb.

Despite the time you’ve spent together the last few days - almost every hour, sans when you were at work - you’ve been distant still. Not mean, of course (no, never mean, because you’ve always been soft on him) but different. Softer and harder all at once.

“Come here,” he coaxes, fingers curling around your wrist, pulling you between his knees effortlessly.

Normally, you’d curl around his shoulders, rake your nails through his hair. This time, you only allow yourself to be with him, palms flat upon the ridges of muscle plating his back. You don’t pass affection into his hair, don’t form a cradle for him to rest his head. (It doesn’t feel like home - not like it should.)

Jungkook hates it. Absolutely fucking abhors it. He wants his girlfriend - his best friend, his love - back. Not this spectre that’s taken up your space.

(He almost forgets that he’s the reason you’re the way you are.)

“What’s wrong?” The shape of his mouth curls, bottom lip pouting into that trademark expression that usually has you relenting, melting into a puddle of goo in his arms.

This time, you shrug, movement dislodging the soft soft terry cloth from your shoulders. “Nothing.” Dumb as he might be - oblivious in the way only someone like he can be - he can tell you’re lying. Offering the untruth right between your teeth, expecting him to accept it.

That bothers him even more. It’s one thing to put up an act, entertain him as if you were a court jester. It’s entirely another to treat him as if he’s a child, feeding him lies without a care.

(Notwithstanding the fact that Jeon Jungkook is, for all intents and purposes, a manchild.)

“You’re a shit liar,” he retorts, grumpy, coloured green and blue until his insides feel like mud. It’s strange, the discomfort that sinks beneath his skin and sticks his bones together. Like wading through quicksand or a bog, stuck to a place he doesn’t want to be. “Talk to me.”

“About what?” You’re deflecting, refusing to meet his stare, holding yourself within the confines of your robe as if you can’t bear to open up to him.

That hurts more than he expects. Slips sadness in alongside the frustration.

“About what’s bothering you.” The fact he has to do this is driving him mad. It’s akin to pulling teeth and he hates the dentist.

You scoff then - which he doesn’t expect. The sound kicks him right in the stomach, a sucker punch he doesn’t see coming. “You want me to talk about you?” It’s an uncharacteristically mean answer, brought on by whatever’s been bothering you, turning blood to battery acid.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

For the briefest moment, he considers lashing out in response - giving back exactly what he’s getting. But then he spies it, just there, past the usual warmth of your stare. It’s hiding behind crystallised amber, peeking past the edges. So much sadness it steals his breath right from his lungs, stripping him bare of red hot fury and leaving him lily white and lovesick.

When Jungkook speaks again, it’s feather soft, terribly light, begging and pleading in a single utterance. “Please.”

There’s silence for a beat, then another. It stings for each second it continues, treading misery all over the thing that beats in his chest. He’s not used to this. (You’re his first and only love. A part of him is grateful for that; another hates even this.)

He almost asks again - readies it on the tip of his tongue.

Then you’re unloading, giving him everything he’d asked for and more.

“I love you,” you tell him in a reedy voice, uneven like the foundation you’ve built together. Haphazardly thrown into place and hoped for the best on. “But you’re an idiot.”

(He deserves that, he supposes.)

Your voice is static, stretched thin and gossamer thin. Cheek pressed to his curls, you find comfort in your hiding place, as if shielded by the dark. “I’ve loved you for years and that’ll never stop. But when you do stupid shit, it’s so hard.” Your words are honeyed, thick and heavy as they lay into each strand, seep quietly into his ears. Where they’d normally fill him with ecstasy, delight, send him on a sugar high - these ache, sink right to the pit of his stomach. “I would give you anything. Anything.”

“I know.” Really, he does. He’s known that since you were kids. It’s why he’d fallen in love with you, even before he’d realised he had.

“Then why do you test me?”

It’s not rhetorical. You want an answer - something real you can hold between your hands. Something to act as the salve for all the hurt, to bandage the wounds left behind by your uncertainty. (He’s the same as you - needs to know he means as much to you as you do him. But you show it in different ways and that’s what’s brought the two of you to this point.)

“I’m sorry,” he answers, sliding his arms more securely around your waist, face buried into the soft fabric of the robe, into the warmth that lies beneath, into the heart that beats a rhythm identical to his.

“I don’t want sorry.” After all, you’d already gotten one. Weeks ago, when he’d pulled the stupid sophomoric stunt, he’d apologised. Had been apologising every day since then, but in all the wrong ways. “I want better.”

It’s as if all of his bones have been cracked open, the weight of your words settling like sand, discomfort and grit snapping his head to attention. “You want better?” There’s nothing but alarm in Jungkook’s expression, eyes wide, throat knotted in worry. “I—”

As always, you read him like an open book. Hands smooth down the sides of his cheeks, palms searing over his reddened cheeks. “Not like that.” You’re reassuring him even as it should be the other way around. (How ironic.)

He exhales a deep breath. Doesn’t tear his stare from yours.

“I just need you to be better.” You’d never ask this of him if it weren’t important, if you didn’t feel his ignorance and immaturity splintering your insides into glass shards. You’ve always accepted him exactly as he was, all the good and bad and ridiculous.

This is different though. You love him. You’re taking a chance with him just as he is with you. Laying your heart in his hands and trusting him to keep it safe, handing out the key in the hopes of building a home.

So you ask - for both your sakes.

He promises he will be and you believe him. Have to.

For both of your sakes.

#anon.eml #incoming.eml #work.zip #drabble.zip #finders.doc #bts au #bts imagine #bts drabble #bts angst #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #jeon jeongguk #jungkook #jungkook au #jungkook drabble #jungkook angst #jungkook imagine #jungkook.doc #bts

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sleepmusicland-1 · 3 years ago

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Gone Chapter 9

Masterlist Gone <<< All chapters can be found on my masterlist.

Elijah POV:

After driving for over 10 hours, I parked in front of an acceptable motel, unfortunately there was no better establishment in the area, it would be enough for one night, if I could trust the route planner, it would take another 8 hours’ drive until we reached Mystic Falls and finally got more information.

The words of Antoinette played out repeatedly in a continuous loop in my head, answers lay in Mystic Falls, the place where I had lived many centuries ago and before we became vampires, had lived a simple life.

Ella had spoken a word since the timewhen I had urged her tosay aword, only the most necessary and even then, only monosyllabic answers.

I heard their footsteps behind me as we walked to the motel, the gravel crunching under our shoes as we stepped through the two double doors into the entrance area.

At the front desk sat a bored teenager, with greasy hair and music on his ears, he did not even bother to react to our presence.

I cleared myself and put a $100 bill on the counter, still no reaction from him, but before I could say anything, Ella took over by throwing water in his face.

The teen's shocked expression would have been very amusing in another situation, but in that situation, I was more irritated.

"When guests come to book a room, you should react rather than ignore," Ella advised him, whereupon he finally found his voice again.

"And for that you must put water in my face?" he revealed a high voice for his gender, "I have no patience when I am annoyed and besides, I am tired, so you still have rooms available?" Ella replied annoyed and did not even look in my direction, I honestly did not expect Ella to react like that.

Reluctantly, the boy gave a room key and gave instructions on where the room was and what to expect.

"Was this really necessary?" I informed myself when Ella had dropped on one of the two beds, "As I said, I am annoyed and tired and then I have no patience, or should the whispering help? Even I could hear his music as if I were listening to the music myself, so loud," she replied, looking at me slightly irritated.

I had not even noticed that the teenager had listened to music very loudly, but that showed me how different my perception was.

Instead of waiting for my answer, she got up and left the room to go to the bathroom with her bag under her arm, the turning of the key echoed through the otherwise silent room, I had to plan my next steps well and stay one step ahead of the witches, just as Ijudged Isabella, she would not just give up and leave me the person, which she had been trying to hide from the vampire faction for months. If I had not seen them by chance at the Bone Mausoleum a few months ago, I would not know anything about their existence.

But that did not take away the fact that Isabella was hiding something, and that had something to do with the young woman in the bathroom.

Tomorrow I would hopefully get more answers.

Ella POV:

The next morning was anything but full of energy waking up, I felt wheeled, was still tired and it did not help that the vampire had fetched coffee and croissants, although I did not really like coffee, I drank, if at all, milk coffee and mostly ice cream coffee, if at all.

It was an offer of peace from Elijah, even though I had not voluntarily gone on that road trip, so I knew that if I had not gone along, there would be consequences. Elijah was unpredictable, he was calm, and as they were often said, still waters were deep.

I didn't trust him, for whatever reason he decided that he wanted to go to Mystic Falls and I should accompany him, I didn't know why Antoinette had said that I would find answers there,I wasn't born here, I didn't belong in this world and yet it seemed that there were answers here, for someone who did not come from this world, this universe, whatever you wanted to call it.

"What exactly is this contract that everyone should ab adhere tol?" I informed myself with Elijah and his astonished reaction showed me that he had expected Isabella to tell me about it, but he did not miss the time to explain to me how he tried to achieve peace between the supernatural factions and involved the people of the French Quater.

The witches were allowed to practice, only rituals or sayings that required a lot of power, the witches had to request this from the representatives of the factions, to avoid that one of the factions became the victim of a revenge action and thus a new war broke out.

What surprised me most was that werewolves also had a permanent place in this faction. Something that had not existed in the series before Hayley demanded it.

"Isabella forgot to tell that, “He concluded his explanation, and that made it clear to me why he had appeared at the time.

"She forgot a lot to tell" I confirmed his statement, I still did not know with certainty why she had brought me here, why her ancestors had ensured that I was here, that I was supposed to be something immensely powerful, I could not and did not want to believe. I was just a normal person.

Well, in the eyes of some I was not because I was asexual and had no problem with it, I lived my life the way I wanted, everyone should be allowed to do what they wanted.

Elijah looked at me if I had been told weeks ago that I would find myself in a motel, on one of the two beds, with a primordial vampire on the other, in a tailor-made suit and as always incredibly quiet.

"May I ask what exactly you mean by that?" said vampire informed himself with me, while he was still looking at me with his intense gaze.

"She never told me that she had an innocent baby killed because they believed that she could become a danger to her later, I learned that from a vampire who belongs to Marcel," I revealed a small part of my knowledge about Hope.

"It's funny that a vision of some witch is believed when everyone knows that the decisions you make can send you down a different path than what a vision shows," I added.

If I had decided differently for many a branch, I might not have been here now, or many things would have come differently than they had come.

"That doesn't mean you think my niece would ever have been a danger to the witches?" he asked, to which I looked directly at him, something I did not like to do.

"Everyone makes decisions, every decision takes you further on the path you should go or you go in a differentdirection, no one can predict what the future will look like, that of a baby is absurd" I clarified and interrupted the look contact, it felt strange, my stomach became dull and every time, when I looked directly at someone, it tingled.

It was not very pleasant for me and it feltweird.

"That sounds like you would regret some decisions" he analyzed, and I not only felt caught, but I also hated that he could seem to read between my words, something that worried me, I had to be even more careful now that I did not promise myself and accidentally revealed what I knew. This could be dangerous.

Little did I know what new questions would arise.

#elijah mikaelson #elijah mikakelson fanfiction #fanfiction #the originals #Elijah Mikaeslon x OC #Elijah X OC #Gone

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