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jaymesyourplaything · 8 months ago

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TRANSPARENCY

ver they/them is sherlock he/him mod

john he/him is johns mod.

all purple are links.

hello,, i think to start this, i will have to be very transparent. this is going to push a lot of my comfort zones, and... well, writing this is going to... be very difficult for me. i'm sorry. if i give too much leeway, some friends may be upset. if i speak at all, i fear i'm losing some automatically.

but, i wanted to speak up. push myself. my friend gave me the okay, and along with bewitched they are both giving me the courage every day. 🥺🥺🥺

i struggle with speaking up. my co-mod was always the one who, spoke for me. in my life; i am very much a wallflower. in my personal life, people don't like how i am so very willing to see the good in people, even if they hurt me. this is because i was abused and neglected started from a young age.

due to my abuse;

i have a dissociative disorder

it makes it very hard for me to interact with people around me in my day to day life. whenever i am stressed, whenever i feel i should be quiet-i was conditioned well-or if anyone so much as changes their tones, i'll be gone. it's questioning when i come back, but it's often when i'm more comfortable.

so, when someone is out of line, or otherwise mean to me, i would dissociate, and often forget about it. my caretaker once commented on how i wasn't there mentally, i didn't have the ability to hold a grudge. it was not because of a mental deformity, but the neglect i suffered.

i was only ever "real" during happy moments. i would lose focus during un-happy moments. it was easy to create false memories, especially if all i had to go on was my (caretakers) retelling of any story.

my memories, my thoughts and feelings on people, are based entirely of whatever i can remember of them at that moment, and what other's tell me about the memories/people. my reality is easy to be altered. (which is why i stepped back so long, all my thoughts are based on my partner of 10 years, childhood friends who do not interact with this website or anyone in it, or some of my friends who have been helping me correct my behavior who have all stayed out of it for their general lack of like of drama and also it helps me tremendously to interact with the world "alone" and learn how to proceed in my life/process. alone as in they don't interfere, other than advice i ask for. mostly i'm saying i purposeful stepped back from ver and bewitched -and john- anyone involved and spoke to those not involved for my opinions here. )

the best coping mechanism we found is to be extremely grounded. the last year has become the best year of our life after we became aware how severe the abuse was and why i've been the way i have. (we as in my partner and i. we have been together for 9 years now. )

this is why i struggle keeping a narrative for long. i'll lose it, i'll go through various stages of understanding, or memory loss. my narrative is based on those around me and what i see, and other things i can trust. it takes awhile, so i can gather what other's think of what's happened around me, so i can base the truth off it.

(i stayed out of this because i couldn't just, listen to everyone when this is /my/ experience. hence why i talked to my partner, or other -childhood friends not related to anyone here in this space- about such topics for so long, or other trusted friends, until i could gather an idea that isn't biased from my friends. because i trusted john, it hurt a lot for this to happen, it was hard to believe, hence dissociation and why it took so long. heughhh... )

also, yes, co-mod

i co-moded this blog once. if you know who the co-mod is, please keep it private. we have since talked and he has agreed to stay out, he's leaving me to handle the experiences on this account. he has remained quiet by my request. he now has only commented on his own experiences on his blog, only. john never knew the identity of this other person, in fact i don't think i told him my identity either. we spoke as "i" or "we".

edit: gdi pookie i said keep it private wts

my co-mod quit the fucking whore

thats a joke i don't mind they quit. poor communication, i would dissociate and he disapproved that i was continuously supporting him [john] even though i was clearly, by my own mind's definition, in discomfort talking to him. i wanted to be a good mod, keep contact with the other mods. ): i didn't like how he treated people behind the scenes, gossip and stuff. devaluing sherlock for a long time.

my friendship and thoughts on john and ver

i don't think ver is emotionally manipulative, but i didn't think john was abusive either. john has certainly shown he has been abusive since the split at least, but it suspects he could have always been abusive.

john planned replacing sherlock with his friend, from early january at least, but i suspected it back around august 2023

he said early on ver would deserve being replaced. said mine would be a better sherlock once, said he was tired of ver's sherlock, supported the idea of the other sherlocks popping up since jan but said they were also crazy and not to talk to them.

but anyway, here's wonderwall

aka my statement

there are boundaries. revealing personal information about ver, at first in private (with me, who else could he have? ) and then later in public, or messaging them after they (publicly ) told him to stop. then slander, or public harassment (public attempts to communicate, or throw accusations at, or now accuse of sending anon asks without proof -turn off anon asks then john. ) i don't know what happened in private, but publicly john has continuously escalated a situation that ver has attempted to be quiet and respectful on continuously.

i ended my friendship with john because of his continued abuse towards ver since he abruptly and without warning replaced ver.

uh , last thoughts? and a message from me

john was a mean girl who decided to fully bully and harass ver now that ver was free.

ver is just emotional and reacted to johns /empty/ threats of quitting.

which again is mean of him, empty threats, he knew he wanted to replace ver, not quit lol

since he kicked ver out and cut them off, he has continuously reached out, even after ver requested he stop. he has no even made a new account (sherlockbbc-rp blog ) so that he could interact with us (we all had to re-block him, or otherwise ignore him ) since we all have been trying to move on

he is obsessed with ver, which is weird when john is the one who wanted ver gone. ver even tried to help john every step of the way (and wanted the same respect and help. ) which john refused. i believe ver and believe john blew them off until he replaced him, since he's refused my help in similar ways countless times.

i hope ver can move on and recover, they do seem really shaken up and shy because of this event, and john continuously just, escalates. now that we've all done statements, i want to help ver move on. i want to plan and plot more interactions, i want to help cheer them up. i hope johns friends continue to watch and take care of him too, but i honestly am happy i'm not one of them now. it's stressful. i don't need to be friends with someone who puts that much thought into slandering and harassing someone and has no intentions of growing as a person and stopping that behavior. i've been trying, and i'm sure most of my friends would agree i'm doing so much better. i am proud of my improvements, and i am so very proud of ver for moving on and taking all steps i would have. i am not proud of john. i am proud of me for leaving john. my friends are proud, it was difficult for me, very very difficult.

this was difficult to write. as said, in my personal life, i am too soft, too nice. last ex, i remember we talked it out and ended with me saying (so us agreeing ) we were both too immature for the relationship. in reality they were cheating and petty lol. i.. i am often harassed for, not... speaking up, for taking blame, for ending so many things on good terms. two people i respected a lot even judged me when it took me so long to cut john out of my life. it hurt a lot. i've withdrawn a lot, since then. i am excited to move on from this chapter of my life, and continue growing as a person, from poor behavior to just being more assertive.

thank you for reading this, i... i feel no one really cares, but a close friend comforted me, and reminded me that even if no one else cares, that my friend ver appreciates me helping. i was silent so long, partially their request, some was a mutual agreement between me and my co-mod, and a lot was processing... what was going on with john. please be respectful, please be patient with me. this was my friend too. this was ver's friend once too. thank you to my friend, thank you to my continued friends for always helping me in correcting my behavior, or just remaining patient with me during this journey the last year with my own personal growth, and thank you to bewitched and ver for giving me the courage and help to speak out in the first place. i love and appreciate all of you very much.

john, please stop trying to contact me.

#jay #a scandal in tumblr #mod

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jewwyfeesh · 2 months ago

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Things that Gradually Drift Away - 1 (2024 ver)

Writer: Mitsuki

Characters: Sakuma Ritsu, Isara Mao

Translated by: jewwyfeesh

Mao: You’re working really hard too, so you don’t have to bother yourself with that ‘troublesome one’ of mine anymore, okay?

2024 remake of the first ever tl posted here; im still having some technical difficulties so pictures will be few. happy reading!

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Season: Summer

Location: Yumenosaki Academy Library

Ritsu: Good evening, ‘Transfer Student’ ♪ Why are you still here so late? It's Summer vacation right now; you’re not gonna find another soul in school.

Good children go home at night~ It’s not like you’re me. If you loiter around in these kinds of places at night, you might get snatched away by monsters you know?

…‘Transfer Student’, you look so lifeless now. Usually, you would’ve already talked back by now, saying stuff like “it’s still daytime, night hasn’t fallen yet”; even if I explain, you wouldn’t listen.

But, not talking back is also praise-worthy, yes? Would you like me to praise you?

Naaah, I think not. ‘Cause it’s too troublesome ♪

…Mm, why would I be here during the ‘nighttime’, and awake too? To be honest, the thing I cannot stand the most is the sun. I should be sleeping right now because I don’t have the energy, nor do I have the strength.

I wasn’t aware of this just now, but after hearing the ‘Transfer Student’ mention it, I found that rather unimaginable.

Perhaps it’s aaaaall Maa~kun’s fault?

It’s already the Summer holidays, but Maa~kun’s still drowning in work, and has to come back every day. He’ll be kinda pitiful if I’m not arround to accompany him, right?

That’s why I’m in school too. When the sun shines on my back, it’s like I’m being tortured.

But I am willing to suffer for my no good ‘childhood sweetheart’[1].

This is how things actually went, but Maa~kun wasn’t grateful at all, and kept complaining non stop.

Truly, what a dishonest child. I wonder what went wrong during his early childhood education ♪

Soooo that’s how I ended up over here. Sleeping here is very comfortable. The air conditioning is cooling, and the books are super useful. If you’d like to try, I can give you half of my stack.

Eh? You’re here to look for materials?

Like this, you practically have no free time, ‘Transfer Student’. Ah, don’t tell me – I don’t want to know. If I heard about it, it’ll increase my troubles even if I’m not interested in the slighest.

Slow and easy is the best… ♪

But even so, the very least I could do is to help you look for some books, for I’m most familiar with this area ♪ What kind of materials are you looking for? I’ll tell you where they are, and you can go retrieve them yourself.

After you’ve found them, leave this place to me yeah? Fuwaaaa… fu… ♪

…My, the curiosity of you teenagers truly knows no bounds. The book I’m reading, and the things you’re looking for, have no correlation whatsoever.

Even if it’s just the name, I am under no obligation to tell you. So you can stop asking about it~

Knowing more isn’t always a good thing~ There will always be situations where knowing less is more – you’ll be happier that way.

You see, taking the ‘Seven Mysteries of Yumenosaki’ as an example. Before knowing of it, you weren’t scared, right, ‘Transfer Student’? But the second you came to know about it, even the smallest action could cause you to faint ♪

See, for fabricated ‘mysteries’… when the number of people who are in on it increases, it’s no longer scary. The fewer people who know about it, the higher its effectiveness.

If everyone knows about it, it is no longer a ‘mystery’ that can hold its water, no?

Whatever I’m preparing right now is precisely that – thus, I cannot leak anything to you, ‘Transfer Student’. So be good and just give it up ♪

Ah… My throat is so dry from constantly yapping to you, and it hurts. Help me open this drink, ‘Transfer Student’. I’ve already done so much for you.

Gimme ♪ ‘Transfer Student’ won’t deny anyone of anything, huh, which is why everyone flocks to your side. Everyone in Knights, Anija… Maa~kun too.

Or… Should I say, you have some ‘mysterious’ power that can draw people in? If that’s the case, could you give me some of your blood too? Who knows, maybe your superpower is flowing through your veins ♪

…I’m kidding. I don’t want your blood. When you’ve found whatever you’re here for, get out. Hurry up, and stop disturbing me.

Remember to shut the door properly. I’m about to go to sleep, so if another reckless bastard barges in like you did, things won’t be fun. Doing things at this hour is really too tiring.

Location: Student Council Room

Mao: Oh, thank you ‘Transfer Student’! You’ve done a great favour looking for all those materials for me.

I’m so sorry – I’d only intended on getting your assistance with planning for Trickstar’s Summer vacation training, but you ended up getting dragged to help out the Student Council.

The week prior were chock full of exams and ‘S1’ and whatever not, so the paperwork accumulated by the Student Council is taller than a mountain. Just sparing it a glance makes my head hurt so bad.

If I continue being buried in work like this, I think I might need to ask the Vice President for some stomach medication?

That’s why I had to call on you for help, ‘Transfer Student’. Even though these documents can’t be handled by someone outside of the Student Council, but… I think it should be okay for you to help look for some related materials…?

To say the truth, we’re really shorthanded right now. Everyone’s practically at their wits end.

Ah, but there’s no need to worry. I won’t keel over and die before the work gets completed. I feel a little lighter being able to tell you all of this.

Don’t take it to heart, okay? Else I’ll feel really apologetic.

Oh, speaking of which… Did you see Ritchan in the library? Has he been resting?

Huh? That’s rare – for him to be awake during the daytime, and reading to boot…?

Usually no amount of yelling would have any use. He’s really laid-back, isn’t he?

Ritchan would never let himself feel tired… Even though I say this, I’m still worried. I’ll head over to the library to check on him… and take a little break while I’m there.

‘Transfer Student’, you think there’s something off about him too, right?

I really apologise for the trouble he’s brought you. He’s older than you, yet you still have to run after him for this and that.

You’re working really hard too, so you don’t have to bother yourself with that ‘troublesome one’ of mine anymore, okay?

Matters regarding ‘childhood friends’[1]… you can leave it to me, the ‘childhood friend’ in question ♪

It’s okay, you can let me handle it. After all, I’m plenty experienced in this area.

Hey! Don’t give me that kind of look. I don’t take pleasure in doing this – I’m only saying it because I’m really used to it.

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Story Masterlist | Chapter 2 →

[1] here they use the cn idiom 青梅竹马, which means childhood sweethearts / a couple that had an innocent affection for each other in their childhood / a couple who grew up as childhood friends

#enstars translation #firefly's night #things that gradually drift away #Sakuma Ritsu #Isara Mao

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thestruidora · 3 years ago

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Landslide

The Avengers (MCU) Fanfiction

Rating: Explicit

WARNINGS: This story will contain but it’ll not be limited to explicit 18+ content including Obsessive Behavior, Smut, Shower Sex, Edging, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Fluff, Oral Sex, thigh riding, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Dominance, Submission, Knotting, Scenting, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Rutting, Rut Sickness

Category: F/M

Pairings: Steve Rogers/Reader, Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov

Summary: Steve was never quite sure if he truly was an alpha. Genetically he should be, coming from a long line of alpha males. But due to the several health conditions in his youth, his poorly functioning body never presented. But now, because of the serum reacting to his true designation, a terrible case of rut sickness takes hold of the super soldier, threatening his life. Being a beta, Natasha can’t offer him what he needs, and since omegas are rarer today then ever, she is forced to hire a foreign girl to tend to Steve during these desperate times.

Author’s notes: Did y'all miss me? Yeah, I'm sure you didn't.

If anyone is interested in getting to know the magical music genre called forró, I chose a couple of classics that I feel like definitively played on the reader's first and only June Party: O Xote das Meninas Xote Dos Milagres Cintura Fina Morena Tropicana

Shout outs: @captainchrisstan, @keenkiddeputynickel, @danidv011, @ballyhoobarnes, @pophbfdsxa, @crashbarbie, @readermia, @musicnowandforever661, @bianaguipa, @deezy-061 Thank you so much for your guy’s support!

For those who missed it: Chapter One >> Language Barrier Chapter Two >> Bilingual Chapter Three >> Miscommunication

Chapter Four

Gibberish

She can still remember the laughter. The giggling that came from the back of her throat as she threw her head back, a smile full of teeth spread through her lips. The exhilaration of being with her friends, dancing her heart out.

It was her favorite time of the year. The sounds of the June Party moving on her feet. The rhythmic vibrations of the music's beat coursing through her. The songs, the speaking, the dancing: all at once ringing in her ears. One of her very first alcoholic drinks running through her veins along with all the spinning making her dizzy.

She was the happiest she’s ever been.

Every year her older cousins would travel to the countryside of Bahia's state, where the June festivities were the most elaborate. Her mom, so controlling, so protective, would never let her go. But on the year of her 14th birthday, she begged a little more strongly, pleaded a little more fervently, and now there she was.

It was so much more than she could ever have imagined. Bigger, louder, an explosion of newness to her senses. A big contrast to her secluded life in the city, because everybody knows that being a woman is hard, but being an Omega is harder.

Her mom was mated only a few hours after presenting, a few hours into her first heat, to a man she barely knew and definitely did not love. But still, she was one of the lucky ones. She could have been robbed, kidnapped and trafficked. Because Omegas are rare and the demand is huge, so presenting as one was as good as a death sentence.

But she was still young, she still got time.

And now, finally outside of her mom's vigilant eyes, with her girlfriends dancing by her side and the pulse of the *forró guiding her body she could allow herself to be carefree.

“Rapaz, que secura!” Lana screamed, complaining about the heat.

“É, tá um calor desgraçado.” Gabriela agreed, fanning herself with her hands, droplets of sweat trickling down her forehead and into her exposed cleavage.

Y/N simply laughed at her friends, they were a couple years older than her, but not necessarily more mature. Of course it was hot, they’ve been dancing for a long time, and even in the open space with the night air hanging over them, the place was so crowded that they would barely move while trying to get to the open bar.

She watched as the girls got their beverages, gobbling them down as if they were the first drinks they had in ages. But suddenly, the permanent smile that had been plastered on her face throughout the night died, something curious shifting inside of her. It was a unique feeling, one she never experienced before. It had started as a tightness in her lower abdomen, but it was growing into a sharp pain.

“Você tá bem?” Lana asked if she was ok, noticing the grimace in her features.

She tried to shake her head yes, but it came out the exact opposite as she doubled down on herself, her hands pressing on her stomach as she frowned, the pain becoming unbearable. Were these cramps? Was she about to get her period in the middle of this party?

But no, it wasn’t that. Somehow in the back of her mind, she knew this was different. She had begun to sweat, but not from the crowd or the dancing, there was this intense hotness forming within her.

She noticed a couple of men standing on the edges of the party space, in the shadows, almost camouflaged. Their eyes were predatory, fixated on her, they shined with a sinister glow, reflecting the flickering red light of the bonfire. Her friends called to her, guiding her to walk across to one of the tables, helping her sit down. When she looked again, the men were gone. Was she going mad?

“A gente vai ver se encontra Ibuprofeno, fica aí.” Gabriela said this time, or was it Lana again? They left, said something about looking for painkillers, she wasn’t paying attention, the pain was too much and so were the smells. All of the sudden, she felt like she could smell every single thing and every single one in the whole place.

She could smell the perfume, and the liquor, the sweet and the savory foods, altogether but also individually, it was overwhelming. She could smell the people, not their body wash or their shampoo, but their true scents. Some were warm and some were cold, some too strong and others too bland. And then there were two that were getting closer, too close, and these stung in her nostrils. Her vision had gone blurry and she couldn’t tell much of what was happening around her at that point, but she knew she wasn’t alone.

Shaking from the pain, shivering even though she was burning up, she looked up just fast enough to get a look at the two men from before, standing right behind her. One of them covered her eyes with his hand and the other covered her mouth. A muffled scream and a couple of weak punches were all she could do before they pulled her up from her chair, completely immobilizing her.

She trashed and struggled about, but to no avail. They were big and strong and she was small and frail.

“Shhh, Omega.” One of them whispered in her ear, and as if under a spell, she did just what was asked of her, her free will hushed. Something about his voice, and their touch, turned the pang in between her legs into a tingle.

And that’s when she knew: she had presented and this was her first heat.

They dragged her pliable body into the woods of the rural countryside, the sway of the forró getting left behind, her mother’s voice playing on a loop inside her head, “Be careful”, she always said.

Everything went dark, she could only make out flashes of information. The roughness of their hands and the graveness of their voices as they spoke to each other, laughing to themselves about how much she was worth, the way they sniffed at her neck, exhaling with satisfaction.

At some point, the grass of the forest turned into asphalt underneath her feet, and she was blindfolded and tied up, her lips taped as she was thrown into the back of a car. She could only whimper, her heat burning inside of her.

Shifting in and out of conciseness, she couldn’t tell how long had passed, couldn’t differentiate hours from days anymore. From time to time she would feel the prick of a needle going into her arm, and then it was all darkness again. She remembered being cold, shivering about as more rough hands grabbed at her. Were these the same ones from before or no? Had Lana or Gabriela reported her missing? Was anyone coming for her?

Eventually, it all stopped.

There was a cushiony softness below her, a thin sheet of fabric above her. When Y/N carefully tried to open her eyes, for the first time in what seemed like forever, she was greeted by light. Not the warm sunshine that often peeked through the windows of her bedroom in the mornings, but a cold, harsh light that came from a singular light bulb attached to the ceiling.

No longer tied or muzzled, she slowed sat up in the single bed, looking around. There was nothing covering her figure but the bedding, not even underwear. She found herself in a tiny room: four concrete white walls, a small barred window and a closed door.

Her heat was over, she could feel it, no more fire burning in her loins. She disentangled herself from the bed sheet, getting up too quickly, ignoring her nakedness and the dizziness, heading straight for the door. It was locked, of course.

Finally feeling sober enough to allow the rage to bubble up inside, she began to furiously bang on the door with clenched fists, kicking it, screaming at the top of her lungs.

“Hey!” A male voice boomed just outside, appearing suddenly, as if he was already waiting right there. “Yapma!” He hit the metal of the door, hard, making it shake slightly.

She retreated, startled, analyzing the situation. She had no idea what he had said, but gathering from the brutality with which it was uttered, it couldn't have been good. She didn't even know where she'd been taken, but she had an idea why.

More male voices were spoken on the other side of the wall, in that language she did not know. Something electronic beeped, then it let out a subtle ping sound, and just like that the door was sprung open. Two men walked in, the first thing she noticed was the gun one of them was carrying, while the other came in with a paper file in his hands. She backed away into the corner of the room, trying to cover her exposed chest and genitals with her hands, their big Alpha bodies taking over the space, making her feel even more intimidated.

“Nasıl hissediyorsun?” The one with the file said to her, his words sounding like a reserved recording to her brain. He was older, maybe in his late forties, greying hair at the top of his head, a light blue suit framing his ample shoulders.

When she didn’t answer, simply stood there against the wall, trying to control her labored breathing and the sheer fear that had taken over her body, causing even her inner organs to shake, he gave her a once over, opening the file and scanning through whatever was written there.

“Brazil, huh?” He arched one of his brows. “Can you understand me now?” He asked her, deliberately enunciating every word.

Y/N swallowed the sigh that was trying to leave her lips, staring at the gun, wide-eyed.

“Dumb bitch.” The man in the suit murmured to himself, snapping a finger in her face, getting her attention. “You’ve been on sedatives for a long time, little one. How are you feeling?” He said it as slow as he could, as if speaking to an animal. “Do you got a tummy-ache or a headache?” He rubbed his belly while saying ‘tummy’ and touched his temples while saying ‘head’.

She only frowned at him, a crease forming in between her eyebrows. He scoffed, leaning forward, letting his light-colored eyes roam over the valley of her breasts.

“Or maybe you’re just cranky cause you didn’t get no Alpha dick inside that tight little pussy yet.” Before he could finish his words, she was already propelling the whole weight of her body into her closed fist as she punched him in the face, fear turning into fury.

“Oh!” He growled, covering his bleeding nose, quickly walking away from her, face contorted in pain. “Shoot her!” He yelled at the other man, who promptly pointed his gun at her.

“Não!” She shouted out, closing her eyes and attempting to protect her face with her hands. A blunt sound echoed in the room and she felt something sharp go into her leg. Before she had enough time to come to the conclusion that it was tranquilizer dart, her eyes rolled back into their sockets and blackness welcomed her once again.

Five years had passed with her locked in that place, slowly forgetting where her mom’s face wrinkled the most when she was angry, or the exact shade of her eyes, the particular timbre of her voice. Y/N was slowly going mad, losing all hope of ever being rescued by the hero that always came to her in her dreams.

She was fourteen when she was taken, highly prized for her young age and virginity. They tried to sell her to the highest bidder many times, but she fought like an Alpha. Biting, roaring at anyone that came too close. Some of the men even began to doubt she was a real Omega, but ever so often her heat came and it reminded them. Emir, the big boss of the operation, sometimes would come to her doorstep during those times, tap at door and use his Alpha voice, laughing when she had to bit her own lips to control the moans his presence was causing.

But in the end, she wasn’t genetically compatible with anyone, and even those that wanted her for her fierceness were disappointed to find that her DNA did not match with theirs. A part of her was happy she had never been sold and probably never would be, just for the simple satisfaction of knowing that her body wouldn’t give those men any profit.

So there she stayed, locked up, imprisoned, hearing the sounds of the other girls crying in their rooms while she got on her tiptoes, trying to catch glimpses of the outside world through her only window, waiting.

It had been a while since she last saw Emir when the door made it’s telltale beep and was opened by him, but this time, he wasn’t alone.

“Hello there, my Latin beauty.” He smiled an evil smile at her, but she didn’t pay it any mind, focused on the redhead woman that was beside him, looking at Y/N with sorrow in her eyes. “See, Widow? I told you my girls are gorgeous, look at her.”

The woman let a displeased noise at his words, coming closer to Y/N, who gave her a distrustful look.

“Hi, I’m Natasha. What’s your name?”

“It’s Y/N.” Emir answered for her.“Oh, and she doesn’t talk.”

“Excuse me, what do you mean?”Natasha turned to him, her short red locks moving with her.“She’s mute?”

“Nah, she just doesn’t know any English.”

“Oh.” She gave the girl one more pitiful stare, but Y/N felt like she was looking right through her.

Leaving the facility was like a dream and a nightmare all at the same time. While finally being free was wonderful, Y/N knew that such freedom would come at a cost. The woman, Natasha Romanoff, wasn’t the best at Portuguese, but knew enough of it in order for them to communicate.

Y/N didn’t say much when they gave her a suitcase full of brand-new clothes and guided her out of that God-forsaken place. She didn’t say a word when a dark-haired man tried to take the suitcase from her hands, Natasha said his name was James and that he was only trying to be chivalrous, something about the 1940’s that she didn’t quite understand.

She remained quiet as Natasha tried her best to explain to her that a man’s life was at stake, that Captain America was dying of a terrible rut sickness, and that he was compatible with her and her alone. That yes, she had been bought like cattle, but it was for noble reasons, because Steve Rogers was an honorable man, a hero and his destiny was in her hands.

She kept all of her thoughts to herself as Natasha pulled up a ‘Rut Companion’ contract, stipulating that once Y/N had served her purpose and Mr. Rogers was out of danger and well, she would receive a large sum of money and could walk away from all of this, go anywhere she wanted and do whatever she pleased. Even after signing it, she resigned herself to silence.

And of course, she didn’t say anything when they boarded a jet to the United States, not even a word about the fact that she was actually fluent in English.

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aerimomo-mellon · 3 years ago

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When you have a period accident.(skz)

A/N~ I personally think these boys are the sweetest humans so yeah personal fluff<3

Genre~ Pure Fluff༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

Song~ to my youth- BOL4 ( sorry I love her songs too much)

Note * I put sound cloud ver. So people can listen to the song while reading. And for the non Spotify users so yeah enjoy!!

Btw requests are open🤗

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SKZ M☁List II Main M☁List

시....작....

Bangchan

• This guy would be your personal assistant fr he would know exactly what the fuck was going on and would help you in the best way possible.

• for example~ you go shower in the morning leaving him on bed and he wakes up to blood stain on your side of the bed. There won’t be a reaction tbh he would simply change the covers and let you feel as comfortable as possible.

• just as sweet boyfriend after that u know what I mean? Like buys you medicine and checks on you every now and then.

• he lives to cook for you. You want to eat smth that isn’t junk? You’re getting it right on your bed. ( oh fuck I live for this shit )

• same goes with all the cravings on “your time of the month” you want it? Second thing you know is you’re getting it.

•oh and the best part is cuddles, this guy will cuddle you as long as you want.

• and I feel like at the same time he will give your space if you need some. Cause he knows you’re mood swings.

• overall what could you not want about this man. Just lots of love and kisses 🥺🥺

Minho(Lee Know)

• he would not know tf is going on.

• he sees you walking around with a red patch on you back and he freaks out like..

• “ y/n are you okay?” “Is something hurting where is it hurting?” And when you ask what’s wrong he would straight up say what the problem was but like out of concern.

• you would freak out and get all shy and embarrassed but he would be like “ no no it’s okay I just remembered I learned this in biology! Wait a sec..just get cleaned up okay?” And he would leave you with yourself in the house.

• would bring you sanitary pads and be like “ sorry this is the only thing I know, I should have paid more attention in school”

• but your happy ass would feel so loved…

• I mean this man cares about you a lot so he would do anything you tell him to do..

Changbin

• okay so here’s a scenario maybe it helps you understand better..

So you two would be literally hanging out cuddling, filled with tickles and laugh and kisses what not. But then that sneeze!! ( ladies y’all know what I’m saying? ) you sneeze 🤧 and your eyes widened and you got up all of a sudden and covered your joggers with your long t-shirt. “ are you okay? What happened?” He gets up and you tell him to go out of the room for a sec but his stubborn ass did not apparently. “No tell me!” he took your hands and took them on his, making your t-shirt bounce up. making you tear up out of embarrassment.

•“ Nonono don’t cry baby, it’s okay like really it’s fine!!” He lets out hugging you to let you know you’re safe with him.

• yeah and at last he will do his best to make you smile cause he is the cutest yet manly man you will ever get ( you want both? Well you got it!)

Hyunjin

• this boi would be completely trying to figure out what is happening first.

• did I fuck you too hard?? ) jk jk jk I mean he is just so worried because he forgot about biology and what could go wrong? Right?

• “y/n! Look at me what’s wrong? Are you hurting somewhere?” You know those dumb questions.. but he actually cares so that’s the sweet part.

• he would tell you to clean your self up while he brings your favorite food for dinner.

•probably walks you to the grocery store for ice cream cause you said you wanted some at 2:45AM….

• later when you tell him about what the actual problem was he would be like “ ooohhhhhh (pauses and thinks, trying to process) ohhhhhhhhh ( widens his eyes and look at you) I remember sorry I’ll get you what you need right away next time..”

• ahhh I mean he is literally the best I mean who would not want him thoughhhh ( sorry I say this to every member but you know my love for them????!!!!)

Jisung(Han)

• I find him as the type of guy who freaks out so easily. ( get it?)

• oh my goodness he would ask you if he should call the doctor or not 🤦🏻‍♀️ I’m serious

• “ oh MY GAaaadddddd” ( talks in English) which you find so damn cute to even be embarrassed now.

•“It’s okay baby my baby nothing is going to happen you hear me!” (Mmmmm ma baby)

You try your best to tell him to chill out but he is going to be the one to make a big fuss about it.

• he would actually google this shit which makes you laugh so hard. “ google, what do you do when your girlfriend has blood coming out of her part you know?” Google be like 🥸

• and then after you tell him what it is and he acts like he knew that a long time ago.

Oh and he helps you in as many way as possible <3

Felix

• oki here comes your superminiman to rescue.

• the second person to know what’s going on and knows how to handle it like a pro.

• tells you to stay still and like for real carry you to the bathroom and clean you up. (Scrubiedoobidu)

• oh and another cook 👩‍🍳 he will cook for you and bake for you and buy you food and spoil the shit out of you.

• those brownies on your period I mean just imagine that paradise you would be in.

• basically super caring and comfortable person to talk about these things.

• he would also probably be one of the boyfriends to keep track of you period dates. UwU

Seungmin-shi

• this guy is different like really different.

• for an example ~ “ hey y/n, you’ve got something on your pants go change.” And you’d be like rushing to the toilet to find your stain.

• after you change and take a shower he would not be there with you cause he went out to buy stuff and came home with your Necessities.

• I mean he cares to the top notch level and acts like every thing is normal ( which it is )

• hugs you after and gives you a forehead kiss with a “ feel better and tell me if you need something.”

• won’t overreact to anything tbh just takes it slow and thinks smart I think. Haha

Jeongin ( uri I.N )

• sweet Jesus help this poor baby boi

• just stands there like 🧍🏻👁👄👁

• “excuse me y/n…. Uhh umm I think you have something on your pants” okay he knows what it is and he knows how it works but Is just to shy to say it.

• “ I can get you anything you need…… do you need anything?” He asks but is to shy to look at your face.

• and when you tell him to buy tampons he freaked the fuck out like how would this poor boi get you tampons from a grocery store a couple blocks away with so many people on the way and in the store!!!!

• but he ends up doing it anyway cause he cares for you and loves you so much.

• probably brings you candies and snacks too <3

끝……..<3

#skz fluff #skz felix #skz leeknow #skz seungmin #skz bang chan #skz jisung #skz jeongin #skz hyunjin #skz changbin #skz x reader #skz imagines #skz fanfic #skz reactions #skz scenarios #SoundCloud

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mrpenguinpants · 4 years ago

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Diluc: Comfort HCs

Oh no worries anon! We’re getting through everything and I can just see the top. I’m not sure if people saw it - probably not - but my entire blog has devolved into “See this genshin character? Animal.” and I refuse to have another cat character so I’m making Diluc a hawk.

Apparently (maybe) Diluc’s bird is a nightingale [voicelines]. But I don’t really see Diluc the kind of guy to serenade you at night in secret because your father doesn’t approve of your marriage.

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Today’s appreciation post goes to fulltimeventisimp. Tumblr throws a goddamn fit when I try to tag people (even though I literally have a tag list but that’s apparently not good enough) so I hope you see this^^ You’ve been so nice and caring to me I feel so soft 😭 and I hope you’re doing alright! I’m remembering to take breaks and rest 💕💕

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Semi Part 1: Relationship HCs [I would read this just for the last point]

Diluc Ver: Jealous HCs

[Masterlist]

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[taglist] <- if you want to be added, please read this first.

@hanniejji @mikeysbike @unionwitch @musekala @twistedsunnshiii @stanzastic @akaasea @xoneaboveallx @adoring-ghost @asheseiler @childelover @dilucsz

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Diluc: Comfort HCs

Diluc has always had either an aloof or professional persona based on who he needed to talk to. In both cases, no matter the subject or how Diluc talked, there would always be some sort of forced distance so no one would mistaken it as familiarity or friendliness. There were only a two cases where he felt comfortable and those were with close friends and his staff. The third case being Kaeya but Diluc prefers to not acknowledge him and stashes that folder away. Even with friend’s such as Jean or Elzer, he could never really relax and let his true feelings slip until you burst into his life. Literally. “An unexpected outcome of an experiment,” is what Albedo had told him but regardless, since you entered his life he’s let himself regress into his younger days and let himself take for once.

Maybe that was why you had gotten so used to Diluc’s touched starved self that, when it was suddenly gone, you were feeling uneasy. Lately Diluc seemed to be spending longer hours at his desk or working at the tavern. You knew that he was just busy and there wasn’t any underhanded reasoning behind it, Diluc wasn’t that kind of guy. But did he seriously have to spend every waking moment, day or night, talking to the same people? When was the last time you saw him for more than two minutes? Diluc isn’t a big fan of idle talking but would it seriously hurt just to catch up? You didn’t even get together to have your weekly chess matches too.

You didn’t consider yourself a very clingy person and you knew what a relationship with Diluc was going to be like so why were you getting so bothered? You decided to take the situation in your hands and go visit him at the tavern only to see him so busy at work. It both made you a bit huffy, you wanted to storm in there and drag the man away from his work so he could stop trying to speed run life - not like that would ever happen because the second hand embarrassment would make you dissolve into the ground and you could never show your face to Diluc if you actually did that - but also making you more upset. Here he was, working and running his business, and you couldn’t go at least a couple weeks without seeing him. You ended up turning around and going home to scream into your pillow and sleep the heavy feeling away.

Your inner turmoil seemed to seep out into the open that Kaeya felt the need to bring it up. As much as Diluc dislikes Kaeya around you, he really does care about you and he still does owe you for the troubles he gave you when you first started going out with Diluc. He catches you while you’re off running errands and manages to coax you into getting some lunch with him. You’ve been bottling up your feelings so much that when Kaeya shows some concern you let it all pour out. At this point you don’t care if it’s Kaeya of all people you’re confessing your feelings to, you just want to get it off your chest because the man you’re in love with doesn’t seem to notice you’re actually there and it’s making you feel insecure about yourself. Kaeya gives you a sympathetic smile and tells you not to worry about it, he’ll personally knock some sense into Diluc.

Diluc’s been hard at work on another possible Fatui plan and business with the winery that he can’t help but feel that he was missing something. Was he overlooking something? He had planned this for a while so everything should be perfect. It wasn’t until Kaeya himself had to walk in, press his hand on the tavern counter, and call him an idiot that he realizes that he had been so wrapped up in his work and personal duties that he completely neglected you. He quickly passes his duties to Charles with a quick apology, throws his coat on, gives Kaeya a very strained thank you, and he’s out the door to find you. He’s already lost so much so he’ll be damned if he looses you. Not right now.

You gave him the key to your home after a few months of being together, in case his he needed to temporarily hide should his night activities get the best of him. He’s already at your door in seconds as he quickly unlocks and steps in.

“Beloved?” he softly calls out to not accidently scare you but he receives no reply. It’s dark inside but he can see your shoes at the door so he knows you’re inside somewhere. He softly closes and locks the door as he hangs his coat up. Carefully running a hand down the fabric and beside your coat as he looks around your small home. He’s always felt it was warm even when you weren’t here. The “home” he has will always be the place he grew up in but after everything that’s happened, he feels a bit alienated in there so he always appreciated that you lent him a key.

He catches the sound of some shuffling and follows the sound to see you under your blankets. He breathes a quick sigh of relief that you weren’t in any danger as he carefully circles around your bed before gently placing a hand on your back. He’s never been good at words or communicating his feelings so he’s at a bit of a standstill. Despite his reputation of being a nobleman of high esteem, you’re his first serious relationship. As far as he’s concerned you’re going to be his only relationship for that matter.

“I...apologize for my recent behaviour. It was never my intention to hurt you. I ended up letting myself get too blinded to see you were in pain and that was my fault. You don’t have to forgive me now but won’t you let me see your face my love?” he asked in all his awkward pose, put him in front of massive event and he’ll perform with flying colours but put him in front of his partner and he stumbles over his worlds like a new born fawn. But it seems to bring a small laugh from you as you peek from under the covers.

He smiles softly as he sees your ears flush pink. No matter how many times he calls you that you always get so shy, he adores it. But he can feel the guilt rise up in his chest, you’ve always been there to support and reassure him that he was doing everything right. That things were going to be okay when he re-took his father’s business and you would be with him every step of the way. So in the best and awkward way that Diluc can manage, he tells you this. By the time he’s done he can feel his own face start to pink but it’s made you feel better so it was worth it.

“Feeling better?” he smiles softly as you nod up at him as he lays down beside you, opening his arms in comfort, “Good, come here.”

You shuffle closer to him as he holds you. It’s been awhile since he’s held you like this and even without realizing it, he’s missed this. Just you and him together, basking in each other’s presence. No work that needed to be attended to. No Fatui trying to cause him any more trouble. It was a safe place and one he didn’t want to let go.

“What if we got married?”

There’s a beat of silence.

Then a thud.

You end up scrambling and falling off your bed face first. It’s a bit silent as you give off a pain groaned and climb back up and he can see your face has exploded red. He can almost see steam coming off as you try and nurse your nose. He blinks a bit at you taken aback as you stutter and scream into your hands as your brain seems to process what he just asked. You lift your face from your hands to look at him, somehow go even redder, and scream louder into your hands. He’s not sure if this is something he should be offended or concerned about but the weight he had been feeling earlier starts to fade away as a new and familiar feeling bubbles up. For the first time in half a month, Diluc let’s out a laugh as he tries to console you as you manage out a yes.

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Gripping my writing hand why is no one stopping me? Diluc you’re literally acting like Childe rn. [if anyone is confused ahem Childe: Fiancé HCs (should be in my masterlist)]

Also, I continue to look away from the lore. Kaeya and Diluc are not on the best of terms but if they can have petty rich lady wine talk then Kaeya can walk in and call Diluc an idiot.

I was serious when I said that I researched hawk behaviours. I have learned the internet is horrible in telling me how hawks behave. But I did find this and I found this hilarious:

In the case of the red-tailed hawk, for example, the pair soar, screaming at each other; then the male dives at the female, who may roll in the air to present her claws to him in mock combat.

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mojwisungie · 4 years ago

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hc | boyfriend ♡

req (from: anon) ➥ : read the mark-jaemin boyfriend, and then then renjun-jisung boyfriend headcanons,,, can you do one for the remaining members? thank you~~

☄︎ with: lee jeno, lee donghyuck, zhong chenle ☄︎ lou.note: this has been in my wips for so long im sorry anonie but here i am to give it you guys as an offering for my birthday (its tomorrow on the 26th but anyway) hehe hope you all enjoy <3

ੈ⋆ mark & jaemin ver. | renjun & jisung ver.

Jeno

the observing, supportive boyfriend

jeno doesnt pay much attention to things that arent important

but YOU are important

you mean so much to him, and thats still an understatement

he often thinks that by paying attention to you and everything you do

he'll know you in a way no one else does

at this point, he knows everything about you

your favorite sweater (which he owns), favorite color, favorite artists, favorite songs, etc.

jeno actually knows your order by heart even if it varies in different restaurants

his mantra is actually happy y/n = happy jeno ^_^

thats also the reason why fights dont usually happen

he knows when its too much for you and so he will do what he thinks is best for the situation

anyways: dates with jeno are either doing physical activities or plain cuddling on the couch

it would mostly be him who initiates dates like hiking, biking, etc.

but, he would also always check with you if youre okay with it or if you want to rest

one time you asked him for a day in those sport grounds ?? like those places that has random games like wall-climbing, archery, and trampolines

oh this boy has the biggest smile on his face asking you, “hold on love, are you serious ( ◕▿◕ ) ?”

during hectic weeks, he’s definitely up for movie marathons

if he still has some energy, he will make a blanket fort for the both of you

also jeno lee is a cuddle bug (you cannot change my mind, this case is closed)

and so he’ll use these lazy dates to indulge in hugging you for as long as he can

on the supportive note, he always reassures you with the kindest words

AND hes the type of guy who will ask you if you need comfort or solutions when you rant to him T﹏T

and that is actually proof that he is the best support system

he'd be your hype man when you need a push

thinking of auditioning for a club? go ahead, he'll teach you what he knows

want to try a new hobby and start journaling? he'll help you find cute stickers (and he'll buy them too)

he will always help in whatever way he can, and he will constantly assure you that he’s there for you as you have been for him

he is reserved, quiet, and keep things on the down low, yet with you, he’s entirely different

jeno loves you just as you love him, and he’ll do everything to prove it to the world- you.

Haechan

the enthusiastic, soft boyfriend

he is!! literally!! the sun!!

he often calls you often in the morning to wake you up, greeting you with the loveliest voice saying, “good morning darling, how was your sleep?” SADKJASD

if he’s free, he’ll actually drop by yours to bring breakfast and eat with you

and if ever you still live with your family, you bet that once you slip into the kitchen he’s chatting up with your parents like he’s their son

actually... he technically is

he loves going out with you and your family as much as he loves going out with his

hyuck is very family-oriented, you really dont have to plead to him if you want him to come to a gathering

as long as you say yes to him inviting you to their family activities too 😌

he once asked you to go with him to this intimate family dinner his relatives organized

and you ask him, “are you sure im allowed to go? the invitation in the email complete says Lee Family and clearly.. im not-”

this man didnt even let you finish and says, “BUT YOU WILL BE!! SOON!! I WILL MARRY YOU!! baby come on just please come with me!!!”

he means it though

you dont know it, but the thought of spending the rest of his life with you often comes into his mind

and so dates with him can be both ends of the spectrum

you guys could go for fancy restaurants, amusement parks, and even late night computer games (if you dont play, he’ll teach you dont worry <3)

but there are also domestic dates such as grocery shopping, helping each other babysit nephews/nieces, and the such

its obvious to every one that haechan is so soft for you

and he doesnt care what other people say

one time, mark heard him talk to you in the cutest, softest voice and laughed... and regretted it bc haechan turned to him in the most serious face and the deepest tone saying, “and so?”

as much as possible, he wants you to feel loved bc thats what you make him feel

despite this, arguments are still there, but it doesnt go on for long

fights dont escalate as you both work together against the problem

so at the end of the day, no feelings are hurt or turned a blind eye to

disagreements are often rooted from the nature of work though, thats why every time things arent so fine, he’ll do his best to fix it

because he treasures his time with you and the love you both invest in

he didnt value time that much before, bc he’s so used to putting up with whatever that comes his way

but when you came into his life, he realized it is indeed precious

haechan spends every second loving you beyond infinity

Chenle

the parental, sincere, affectionate boyfriend

you’ve seen him rant, right?

he’ll do that often, but only when its about you not getting what you need

others may not see it, but he’s really concerned when its about you so he’ll do anything to make sure youre well taken care of

if you havent eaten yet bc youre too busy going over your notes for your exams, he’ll buy you your favorite food and feed it to you

all the while talking about how you shouldnt put aside eating bc its important to eat meals at the right time

this guy solves old math problems when he has time to spare, so he’ll be okay with you coming to for help whenever you struggle with your lessons

as cliché as it may be, he will also get you the stuff you need- whether it may be for school or for your personal shenanigans

you complained about your laptop once, saying it keeps on lagging

he deadass goes, “do you wanna go and buy a new one now?” 💀

he just wants you to do well in the stuff you do, okay ??

chenle is blunt about pretty much everything in your relationship too

he tells you all the stuff he knows he should tell you

including embarrassing moments of his members

the dreamies cant joke around with you too much,, bc they know you know everything (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

but jokes aside, sometimes his honesty can be cause of some arguments

bc he gets too straight-forward at times and ends up unintentionally hurting you :((

and when you explain why it made you feel that way, he’s lost bc he thinks he was just saying the truth

but as time passes, he will learn how to be upfront with you without having to sadden you

please be patient with him as he is with you 👉🏼👈🏼

anyhow, dates with him would always be one for the books

if you ever think that he probably doesnt remember the dates you wanna go on to, youre wrong

bc its all listed in his mind and he’s determined to tick every single one from the list

when he’s busy or away on tour, facetimes would be a regular thing

he’s prepared with the timezones and he will remind you to sleep when you should, no buts y/n

if you tell him you cant just drift off, he’ll always offer to sing you to sleep

and when you do, he’ll take lots of pictures to treasure the little moments he has with you

some people tell him he looks too deeply in love

but he doesnt really see anything wrong with it because it was with you

chenle completely knows that he loves you so much, and he’s willing to love you until forever

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maxdark158 · 4 years ago

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OOOH two chapters in one week??? damn even i’m jealous. of myself. though this also isn’t edited so i might read it tomorrow morning and regret life, soooo

Angel in Gotham: Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~ Ao3

Demon in Gotham: Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Ao3

Fanart for AiG: Riddler ~ Joker thank you @thegreysman

Please tag me in any fanart you draw for this guys ^^

oooOOOooo

The large plant in the street wasn’t promising.

Neither was the very loud scream of pain they heard as they arrived to the scene.

Damian might’ve popped some knuckles when he clenched his fists, he wasn’t fully paying attention. What the ever-loving fucking hell in a fuck was Ivy doing? Harley best not be here too or Damian may strangle both of them for coming near his Angel.

Deep fucking breaths I’m going to fucking lose it-

When they arrived, father signaled a quick “to first two follow” plan and he and Grayson went ahead, leaving Damian and Drake on the roof. Damian itched to jump and move forward. The worry was awful, filling his mind with the most unrealistic of thoughts. He tried to correct them, prove them wrong, but they were overwhelming.

What if I check through her window to make sure she’s in there and oka- he didn’t know which room she had and it would take too long.

What if the scream was hers- It was deeper, male sounding.

What if she was crushed under that plant- She wouldn’t be, right? There wasn’t any evidence of someone being under there-

What if she’s hurt? Afraid? Dying?

He heard yelling. Angry yelling, in a male voice. The constricting worry reminded him of every dangerous male villain in Gotham right now. He went through a list of those currently MIA, those who might’ve yelled. It didn’t make sense, no villain sighting was reported aside from Ivy…

But it was possible.

And the possibility made Damian want to puke.

He had to move he had to do something. He jumped down. It hadn’t been enough time yet but he didn’t care. He heard Drake hiss something in warning about Batman’s orders or something Damian didn’t fucking care about, because he had to see for himself. He had to walk in there and he had to make sure she was okay.

Before he could go in, he saw Ivy walk out through the door. What?! he moved to intercept her before seeing the blood going down her leg- What the fucking fuck happened?! Why was she bleeding?

Ivy raised a brow when she saw him. “I got a pass this time, bird. Might want to help them in there.”

The sick feeling returned. He didn’t want to trust a villain, a criminal… but Ivy wasn’t the most horrible.

He eyed the blood, the worried weeds supplying images of his Angel bleeding in the same way. Ivy was not the worst that could happen… His mind went through that handy list of villains again. Many much worse than Ivy.

Damian turned away from Ivy. Father and Grayson shattered the window the plant hadn’t gone through, he made a motion toward it before Drake grabbed his shoulder.

“Let go of me you-“

“If you’re going to disobey Batman, at least let me go with you,” Drake looked exasperated. “You’re focused on your friend, right? Someone needs to watch your ass then.”

Damian glared before prying Drake’s hand off his shoulder. If he wanted to follow, fine. Damian wouldn’t stop him. He went through the broken window and finally entered the hotel.

The vending machine was unplugged and face down on the ground, glass surrounding it. Ivy’s giant plant was in the middle of the room, steam thicker than the pot it previously inhabited and petals as big as the Batmobile’s tires. Other miscellaneous things were strewn across the room, including cut hair near the elevator.

But what had Damian’s heart pounding was the playing cards. Playing cards that were embedded in the walls and the front desk and the floor. Razor sharp playing cards. A certain villain’s playing cards.

Fucking fucking shit fuck bitch ass fuck-

“Father,” Damian’s voice was surprisingly level as he spoke. His eyes landed on the fucking purple suited clown mother fucker himself. “What is Joker doing here?”

Father however seemed to be answering something Grayson must have said, “It appears she was rescuing…”

Ivy was rescuing.

Ivy was helping.

Damian’s eyes scanned the room right as someone else made themselves known.

Marinette!

The air left his lungs. She looked worse for wear, dark circles under her eyes and blood- fucking hell blood on her person. She was shaking like a leaf in the wind, and Damian wanted nothing more than to comfort her. Help her.

He opened his mouth to speak, stepping toward her.

She began to sob.

As if Damian somehow needed to panic even more.

“I’m sorry,” the words were quietly choked out between hics and sobs. “I’m a hor- horrible person and-”

“Hey now,” Grayson took a step closer, trying to comfort her. Damian’s feet were stuck to the floor, the words stuck in his mouth, preventing him from doing the same. “I’m sure you’re not-”

She held up her hands, showing the blood on them. Damian inhaled sharply when he saw the bits of glass embedded into her palm – the green haired fuck hurt her.

“I broke his leg,” she took a big gulp of air. Damian bit back the words and he deserved it. “With a rock. And I threw things at him. A chocolate bar, a cookie, a phone, a lamp, a vending machine-”

“A vending machine?” His father glanced at the vending machine on the ground. Damian didn’t bother trying to decipher his expression, Marinette was turning red and gasping between her sobs. She needed to breathe.

“Miss, please calm down,” Grayson began to step toward her. Damian’s feet finally moved, and he began surging toward her as well.

She fell, nearly hitting her head on the way down. Damian caught her before she could though, barely. Fuck, she needed to breathe like yesterday.

“I’m terrible, horrible, I shouldn’t have done this,” the words used the last of her breath and were only a whisper.

Panic made his throat feel stuck and his voice thick. “Angel,” Damian spoke as calmly as he could. “You need to breathe.”

She didn’t breathe.

oooOOOooo

Usually, lack of sleep was associated with the coffee obsessed Drake, but it seemed Damian’s own mind was determined to show him what it was like to live like a lunatic. He wasn’t able to sleep even when he tried, though he didn’t try that much either. He’s pretty sure he spent an hour staring at his weedkiller order – an order that somehow got lost in Kentucky – wishing it to suddenly appear at the front gate. Then again after coming home, most of the night was a blur.

He rubbed his eyes and let his thoughts wander through the memories of last night. Or, early morning technically.

Marinette looked delicate and broken on the stretcher as she was loaded into the ambulance. Damian had to turn his head away. He saw Drake and Todd looking at him, but he didn’t want their fucking pity.

She’d be fine.

She had to be.

After Angel had passed out, she began to breathe again. She immediately got medical attention for her injuries, riding in a different ambulance than Joker, who also got medical attention at Arkham. Damian wanted nothing more than to skin him alive as he left, but he avoided doing it for the time being. Barely.

“There’s some of Joker’s laughing shit over here, B-man.”

“Have Red Robin neutralize it. We’ll have to check the tapes and see if anyone was affected.”

“Besides the guy who’s body we found behind the desk, I don’t think anyone else got hit. But good call. Red Robin, over here!”

Drake got the security camera feed and Damian saw the entirety of what happened in the hotel lobby. His Angel fought bravely and intelligently, though he couldn’t say he was a fan of the bitch who left her behind.

“Why did she go for the elevator? I’d hate being stuck in there with the Joker. And she let her classmate just fight?”

“Maybe she called for help once she got away. And even if she didn’t, we can’t judge a teenager for panicking in this situation, Tim. Damian’s friend is an anomaly.”

“I don’t know… too bad the cameras don’t have audio, I wonder what she’s saying before they realize that Joker is there.”

“Are you able to read her lips?”

“Golly jee I wish I fucking thought of that! Thanks for reminding me to read her lips on this old and grainy camera footage where you can barely tell her eyes from her nose!”

“Jesus Replacement, no need to bite my head off.”

Damian looked into it,and found that no calls were made to the police until the plant fell through the window. The calls then were about Ivy appearing, deduced by people nearby who saw the plant. That good for nothing bitch left my Angel with the Joker-

“No calls were made by anyone within the hotel. All the calls were made by people on the street or living nearby who saw the plant.”

“Hmm… Odd…”

“…I’m sorry but how the fuck did someone sleep through a giant ass plant breaking the main floor windows? How?!”

“Maybe it’s a French secret.”

He shook his head. After they got all the information, father decided to send the French children back early and pay for it himself. Damian, internally, knew why. He painted a target on Angel’s back, if she didn’t have one before.

“You realize he heard you, right?”

“What do you want, Todd?”

“Fucks’ sake demon spawn, listen to me. Joker heard you call her Angel.”

“…”

“I was already aware of that. I’ve made plans to have the class moved back in Paris. If it gets around, She’ll be an ocean away and more difficult to harm.”

“Alright, B. Was just trying to warn Demon Spawn.”

“Maybe next time he won’t fuck up.”

“Tim, no need to be harsh.”

“It’s vigilante 101, Bruce. Damian’s been doing this for years.”

“Perhaps instead of being berated for a mistake he didn’t intend, you should let Master Damian retire to his room to rest.”

Damian grumbled to himself, trying to push the intrusive awful worrisome thoughts out of his head. The ones that said maybe going back to Paris wouldn’t be enough to protect her. The ones that said Joker would want revenge, the ones that-

The ones that he wasn’t fucking listening to right now thank you very fucking much!

Damian sighed to himself. He needed some sleep. After handling the news, getting the class handled, and looking into everything involving Joker’s break in at the hotel he was told to get to bed as the sun began rising. It hadn’t really worked, as now a few hours later he was debating stealing some of Drake’s coffee to make it through the day.

Because he did have one very important task to do today. He needed to check on his Angel, and say goodbye to her. He had her number of course, and they could text as often as possible for the two of them, but he still needed to see her. See her and apologize for how horrible this trip must’ve turned out for her.

I’m bad luck, being near me ruined her trip.

Damian went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, ignoring that train of thought.

Riddler attacked her when I was there. Joker appeared after I dropped her off. I made her unlucky. I got her hurt.

It’d be easier to ignore that train of thought if it weren’t so fucking loud.

Time felt blurry right now. Probably because he was tired. But soon he was dressed in a hoodie and sunglasses, disguised so he didn’t get mobbed by paparazzi while visiting his Angel in the hotel. He was pulling his shoes on when there was a knock at the door.

“What do you want?” The knocking bounced in his head and made it hurt. Maybe he had a migraine, he wasn’t sure.

“Such a nice way to say good morning Demon Spawn,” Todd strolled in like he fucking owned the place and leaned against the wall next to the door. Damian wondered what it’d be like to have Jon’s laser sight so he could glare at Todd and kill him.

“You didn’t have permission to come in.”

“I wanted to talk to you.”

“That doesn’t mean you get to.”

“Tough shit,” Todd rolled his eyes. “…You… alright?”

Damian narrowed his eyes at him. “Why are you asking something like that?”

“Your friend got attacked and is leaving the city because of a target on her back. Which, while I did point out that you called her a petname in front of Joker-“

“It isn’t a petname-“

“-It isn’t your fault.”

The words starkly contrasted Damian’s internal beliefs and he had to blink a few moments to make sure what he heard was real. Because what the fuck? Why would Todd try to convince him his fuck up somehow wasn’t his fucking fault!?

“It’s… not my fault that I stupidly revealed a relationship connection to a civilian in front of one of the worst villains this city has suffered?”

“Okay, that was all you, smartass,” Todd sighed. “but the other shit isn’t your fault. You didn’t hurt her, the fucked up clown did. You didn’t put her in danger, her fucking teacher and class did by abandoning her. You’re at fault for your actions, not other people’s, so if you’re blaming yourself then fucking stop. Freckles’d probably get upset if you were using her to hate yourself.”

“What on this planet makes you think I’m doing that?!” Damian’s voice rose in a snap, hypocritically, because he realized as he spoke the words that he… kind of was doing that.

Fucking feelings and fucking worry and fucking weeds in his head were the reason, of course, but he… was… fuck, he’s tired isn’t he?

“I died, Demon Spawn.” Damian raised a brow at Todd, waiting for the halfwit to continue. “Bruce and I… aren’t on the best of terms, but I did realize he… he did that. Where what Joker did was his fault. I’m not happy the fucker is still alive, but that doesn’t mean Bruce was the one who killed me. No that was all Joker.”

“What does that have to do with anything again?” Damian really just wanted Todd out of his room and not talking about things in the past. He totally understood his point and everything, but it wasn’t anything a gallon sized bottle of weedkiller wouldn’t fix.

“Wow, you must be really tired, damn,” the fucker smirked before his expression changed into something less asshole-ish. “I’m saying that if you’re blaming yourself for what the Joker did to Freckles, stop it. The fucker lost a leg and she’s on her way to the hotel from the hospital now.”

Wait.

Wait what?

“Wait what?!” Damian wasn’t even sure which one he was reacting to – the news that Angel was okay or the news that the Joker was permanently damaged.

Angel’s self defense might’ve permanently helped Gotham?!

Okay maybe he knew what he was reacting to.

Todd turned to leave like a fucking dickhead and Damian could hear the smirk in his voice as he walked away. “Check the news for the Joker thing and ask Alfred to take you to Freckles in like an hour.”

Damian was smart enough to realize that not checking out of spite for Todd would only disadvantage himself.

He still only checked a couple minutes later though. After glaring at his phone willing himself to somehow know without checking.

He needing headache pills.

oooOOOooo

The Unnamed Teenager That Defeated The Riddler Cripples Joker!

Just days after beating The Riddler at his own game, the same teenage girl holds off The Joker until Batman arrives!

“We had to amputate him below the knee,” Arkham doctor says. “There was too much glass in the wound, it cut several muscles, tendons, and arties. The shattered bone didn’t help.”

French Teenager Unavailable for Comment.

[Read More]

oooOOOooo

Damian had snuck through the lobby up to his Angel’s room. Some of her classmates were downstairs, but he hadn’t paid much attention to them, not caring at the moment.

The last memory he had of her was the blood on her hands and tears in her eyes before she fell to the floor. He wanted to change that, wanted to maybe even see if he could get her to smile. Though that felt ambitious…

He just… needed to make sure she was okay.

Damian knocked on Marinette’s hotel room door.

#daminette #maribat #damimari #maridami #marinettexdamian #damian x marinette #Damian Wayne #Marinette #joker #joker mention #he's pretty quiet in this POV #the badassness is in AiG #rip mari's health #in a week alfred be like master wayne #why is there a delivery for weedkiller in your name #damian takes it from his hands #and chugs

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my-headcanons-academia · 4 years ago

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Jobs 1A students should never have, pt 1

I can't find a gif of everyone together ;-;

• Baku Squad in retail.

Let me start this by saying no one should have to work in retail but anyways,

- Katsuki Both-Parents-In-The-Fashion-Industry Bakugou actually has a good sense of style and is really good at estimating peoples sizes, what fbric and cut would be flattering and what wouldn't, but he has a hard time with "the customers always right" rule bECAUSE THEY ARE NOT. THAT BELT DOES NO FAVOURS TO YOUR WAISTLINE OR SHOES, KAREN. IT LOOKS GOOD ON CAROL BECAUSE CAROL HAS A DIFFERENT BODYSHAPE, KAREN.

- Denki was playing Pokemon Go (yes he still plays it) and fell into the metal pole that's holding all the clothes up and he accidentally shocks it and now every item on that pole has static shock and it kept electric-shocking customers for days

- He treats the security camera's like he's playing FNAF and makes bets on who buys what. Sero always wins the bets. No one knows why. Not even and especially Sero.

- If the place has trolleys he is absolutely go-carting in them against Mina when the store closes. Sero attempts to stop them with his tape to make barricades but he made it too high and the trolley goes under while Denki just jumps over it. It would have even been impressive if when he landed back in the trolley if it stayed up on all four wheels instead of tipping over smashing into the kids clothes. Could have been worse. Could have crashed into Bakugou. Who was in the kids clothes isle restocking. Sero planned Denki's soon approaching funeral that day.

- Mina tells customers what she thinks looks good. And let me just say, I love Mina, I really do, but this girl designed her own hero costume and you can tell. It's what she thinks looks good. She has the fuff collar shoulder thingy with a skin-tight turquoise thing with a few purple splotches and then?? just normal boring-ass looking boots?? She rocks it, of course, it's Mina, but no one else could. That's the problem with her giving advice. No one else rocks it like her. The retail shop is a circus and she's making the clowns. But at least the customers feel good about themselves when they leave. Not when they come back to return the clothes after having worn them in public though.

- She and Bkaugou have so many fights over this stuff.

- Mina also customises stock. Glitter, stylish tears, that stuff. No one let her but no one can stop her.

- Sero and Kirishima actually know what they're doing. The angry customers is draining but Sero is great at packaging and Kirishima is great at transporting new stock as well as them both being good at customer service so they play to their strengths.

- If a customer is getting mad, Sero is the best at diffusing the situation and calming down the customer while Kirishima calms down Bakugou who even if the customer wasn't initially angry at him, he got involved to defend his friend not that they needed defending but he thought this customer just wasn't worth their time. Both Sero and Kirishima overwork themselves a ton, but they do get the most praise from the manager.

- When a kid gets lost in the shop, Mina freaks out, she does no know how to deal with kids. Get this girl some help. Help arrives in the form of Denki but that is not the help she meant because Denki either treats them way younger than they are or way older and either way the kid gets offended and cries so he calls for help. In other words Kirishima. He is, so good with kids. He just has big brother vibes y'know? He helps calm the kid down and either lets them follow behind or leads them by the hand to the cash register where they make service announcements to call for the parent with ease.

- Sero is the one who actually gets the most done out of everyone and even covers tasks that were meant to be done in the others shifts. He's the most laid back about it all and generally just gets things done

• Shouto as a substitute teacher for kids - The kids ask him to sing Let It Go when they realise he has an ice quirk.

- Bless his heart, he doesn't know how to act around kids. They're all so tiny and small. He had no proper childhood he doesn't know what normal kids do. The main teacher says they're learning to recognise different numbers, so just let them fingerprint or use the number-shaped sponges.

- And again, with all the good intentions in his heart, he sees this child who is very proud of the '4' they drew but it's just a complete mess of splotches of horrible paint that someone spilt their drink on. Or was sick on. He can't tell. It's like dark brown, black, chartreuse, what he thinks is snot, a sickly mustard yellow, that might just be mustard, and he studies this piece trying to find where it is for a good full 20 seconds because he wants to praise this kid so he instead goes with a neutral and honest statement, he turns to the child and says "I don't see it," that doesn't mean it's good or bad, so he kinda freaks out when the kid starts crying.

- He calls Midoriya asking what he should do. Midoriya isn't too sure either despite being one of the best with kids.

"Just say you now see where it is?!" "That would be a lie, Midoriya." "U-Uhm okay so, err, help him make a new one?"

- Shouto has never finger painted before but he tries his best and helps the kid make a new one the child likes.

- To make it up to them for before, Shouto gives the kid money for the painting and he hangs it up in Endeavours office and says he got it an auction.

- God help this poor man if a kid hurts themselves by tripping over or getting a papercut, he has a full-on military-grade medkit at the ready trying to calm the kid down. He acts really calm and concise while acknowledging that they're hurting which actually comforts the kid because that way they know it's not okay right now and that they're not ver-reacting or should stop crying but also it'll be okay.

- But inside Shouto did not expect to be filled with that much panic.

• Deku as a bartender

- This boy studied up. He has the drink names down, knows all the ingredients, knows all the techniques, all the methods, colloquial names people might call the drinks, he's got it locked and loaded. But the one thing he didn't prepare for? Actual social interaction.

- People are loud and already drunk, they hiccup and slur their words and he can't understand any of it, the tv is louder than the orders and everything starts going to hell.

- Another bartender who mercifully took pity on him let him take a break in the backroom. After a breather, he goes back but the moment he's behind the bar and given the shakers, he realises he had read everything he needed to do, watched all the videos, but had never actually done it.

- He tries though, he tries with everything he knows and thankfully the man waiting is patient and smiling, aware it's his first time. But he gets nervous being waited on.

- Sometimes he forgets his own strength so he is constantly worried about accidentally breaking a glass or cabinet or surface. Also worried he'll forget an order. Worried he'll mess it up because it's not done like usual.

- He's worried.

- Just pure anxiety.

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schrijverr · 3 years ago

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Bakugo’s mom is Dutch and at home, he speaks Dutch. He hadn’t realized the class hadn’t caught on yet, until he’s calling with his mom. After that, they notice more Dutch things.

(AKA, I’m Dutch and I’m having fun with making Bakugo Dutch as well)

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: none, but tell me if I missed anything!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bakugo Mitsuki had not always been a Bakugo, she’d not even always been Mitsuki. Before she was a Bakugo, she had been a Jansen, Marjolein Jansen, and her parents had moved from the Netherlands to Japan for her fathers job.

But that had been when she was eleven and she was fluent in Dutch, teaching it to her son when he was young.

They were a multi-lingual household with Mitsuki swearing in Dutch as she stubbed her toe while Masaru told Bakugo to put on his shoes in Japanese.

Katsuki took great pride in the fact that he spoke two languages, often teaching swearwords in Dutch to the other kids on the playground.

However, after a few years the novelty had worn of for most and it became just another fact of life that Kastuki would sometimes swear under his breath in a different language or forget an easy word only to grumble a weird word until he had found the translation.

Being in a Japanese school and watching Japanese media, however, ensured that Katsuki was much more comfortable in Japanese than Dutch. Even if Dutch was the language he spoke at home, so by the time he entered UA, he hardly ever spoke Dutch outside of his mom and grandparents.

Since he hardly ever spoke Dutch, it took a long while for everyone in his class to even notice that he could speak another language.

Of course, when you were running for your life it was hard to notice that your friend was chanting “kut, kut, kut, kut,” under his breath instead of a more familiar swear and you didn’t see them talking to their mom at school.

So, it wasn’t until they moved into the dorms together that people started to notice it.

The first instance was mostly brushed off. Bakugo and Midoriya had been talking about hero training classes when Bakugo said: “We never really did more- more- more,” he snapped his fingers, obviously annoyed, and grumbled, “godverdomme, reddingswerk, wat is dat ook alweer?” he looked at Midoriya and repeated, “Reddingswerk?”

Midoriya shrugged, he didn’t know what the Dutch word meant. Bakugo groaned, before explaining: “What we did with Thirteen.”

“Rescue?” Midoriya offered.

“Yeah, that’s the bitch,” Bakugo said, “We never really did more rescue work after that, now did we.”

“Hmm, yeah, we should ask Iida about that, as class rep, he might be able to do something about it,” Midoriya agreed and the conversation continued normally.

He already knew of the Dutch and hadn’t been phased by it, while most the class had only heard the tone Bakugo used, which was as usual annoyed and angry, not really registering the language as different.

The next time someone could have noticed, but didn’t was when he was helping Kaminari with his English homework. Kaminari groaned: “How can you keep track of all these letters? It’s so confusing.”

“I already knew the alphabet,” Bakugo shrugged, remembering how his mother had showed him how to write down his name differently and the fairytales she used to read to him.

“That’s nice, wish that were me,” Kaminari said miserably, looking at his homework.

“It’s still fucking confusing,” Bakugo huffed, thinking of the English pronouncing ‘a’ as ‘e,’ while pronouncing ‘e’ as ‘i,’ or why they couldn’t say the ‘w’ like a normal person. He blinked out of his thoughts and said: “Oi, focus again, Battery-boy.”

Kaminari startled and whined, but turned back to his homework with much displeasure.

A few days later, Bakugo stubbed his toe on the table near the couches when he got up to grab himself something to drink. He grabbed his foot and swore: “Godver de tering zooi. Kut, kut, kut. Holy shit, godver. Wat een tyfus tafel. Fuck that hurt. Klere ding.”

Everyone blinked at the outburst, before Mina asked: “What the fuck was that?”

“That’s called swearing, Raccoon,” Bakugo glared at her, “Who even put this table here?”

“The school, idiot,” Jiro shrugged, not really looking further into the weird noises that had come out of Bakugo’s mouth, because she didn’t think it above him to know obscure swears, just to add to his repertoire.

Bakugo glared at her as well, but the throbbing in his toe had subsided and he wasn’t really looking to pick a fight when they were about to watch a movie. So he dropped it and just went to grab himself a drink.

It was not until his mother called him that people truly caught on to the fact that it was an entirely different language, instead of some weird swears here and there. His phone rang while on the couch and he groaned when he saw who was calling.

Kirishima asked: “Who’s mama?”

“It’s my mom, dumbass,” he said, before swiping to pick up and saying: “Hallo met is Katsuki, waarom bel je me, heks?”

The person on the other side of the line said something, while Kirishima and Mina stared in confusion at the incomprehensible babble coming out of Bakugo’s mouth.

“Kon dat niet wachten?” Bakugo replied after a moment, getting up to get a bit of privacy as he spoke, “Ik zit hier beneden nu met mensen, we zijn ons huiswerk aan het doen. En dat is pas over een week, ook nog, by the way. Waarom val je me daar nu mee lastig?”

Midoriya came in and Mina whispered to him: “What’s he doing?” with a nod to Bakugo.

The other boy looked at Bakugo just as he said: “Nee, ik heb het al met Aizawa besproken, ik kan gewoon dat weekend naar huis komen. Hij snapte ‘t toen ik uitlegde dat opa en oma van ver komen.”

So, Midoriya shrugged: “Talking with his mom, I suppose. I don’t speak Dutch, sorry.”

“Why is he even speaking Dutch?” Kirishima asked, completely confused.

“Because his mom is Dutch.” Midoriya was confused by Kirishima’s confusion, surely they knew this already?

A few more people walked in and looked between the three confused teens and Bakugo, who was oblivious to the stares Mina and Kirishima were giving him.

He nodded even though his mom couldn’t see and said: “Ja, dat weet ik. Ik heb het opgeschreven. Ik ben niet achterlijk hoor, heks. Natuurlijk vergeet ik ‘t niet.”

A silence fell, in which the newcomers also had a chance to be confused. Then Bakugo hung up with a: “Ja, ja, doei, spreek je later. Doe de groeten aan papa enzo.”

Bakugo turned back to see half the class looking at him and he snapped: “What are you all looking at, eh?”

Midoriya, god bless his heart, spoke up for everyone and explained: “I think they only just realized you’re half-Dutch.”

“Why? Are they dumb?” Bakugo frowned, he hadn’t made the conscious effort to hide it.

“Oi, we’re not dumb,” Mina got out of her stupor.

“Yeah, Bakubro, you could have told us,” cried Kirishima.

“What is that thought?” Bakugo said, “Should I have made an announcement out of it? Do the klompendans while hanging out the Dutch flag? Like what do you want from me? I didn’t even try to hide it.”

It was quiet for a moment as most had to concede that was a pretty solid point. In the end Tsu asked him: “Can you say something in Dutch?”

“Am I a circus monkey or something?” Bakugo growled.

Hagakure jumped in as well: “Please, Bakugo, I missed most of the phone call, I wanna hear what it sounds like.”

More people rallied behind her and Bakugo gave in, saying: “Jullie zijn allemaal stom en ik haat het hier.”

“What did you say?” Mina asked.

“I said that you’re all stupid and I hate it here,” Bakugo said, before turning to walk away.

During dinner that evening more people nagged him. Mina and Kirishima wanted to know what the phone call was about (it was his mom asking if he had gotten permission to come home to see his grandparents next weekend) and the people who hadn’t been there to see wanted to hear what Dutch sounded like (Bakugo hit the closest of said people and told them nothing).

After a while, Momo mused: “I thought your mother’s name was Mitsuki. That’s a pretty Japanese name.”

“Her actual name is Marjolein, but no one ever pronounced or wrote it right, so she just says it’s Mitsuki,” Bakugo shrugged.

“How do you even spell that?” Kaminari wondered.

“You’re not good enough at the Roman alphabet for me to spell it out to you,” Bakugo told him, before adding: “And I’m not sure if it’s the long ij or the short ei.”

Kaminari frowned at the insult, then said: “You just made the same noise twice.”

“Yeah, but one is i j and the other is e i,” Bakugo explained, “It’s the same sound, okay. You just write it differently. I think it’s the short ei, but I never use that name for her. I’ve only heard opa en oma call her that.”

“Who?” Kirishima asked.

“My grandparents, like grandpa is opa and oma is grandma,” Baugo said, hoping they would stop asking him questions, because he was tired of explaining and he just wanted to eat his dinner in peace.

Luckily most had caught on to his annoyed tone and left him alone, but Bakugo could feel that this was something new and interesting that would hold their attention for a while.

He was right, because that week he was often asked what the Dutch word for something was or what the thing he just said was (it was usually swears), but he managed to survive ‘till Friday when he got to leave campus for the weekend.

They were walking back to the dorms, so that Bakugo could grab his stuff, before leaving to go see his grandparents, when he got a notification. He looked and said: “Fuck yeah, m’n opa en oma brought me hagelslag.”

“What is that?” Kirishima asked.

“It’s- uhm, beleg- stuff you put on bread,” Bakugo explained, knowing this was very a Dutch thing and was already pretty weird in countries that ate bread regularly, “I’ll probably bring it with me Monday.”

The others nodded and Bakugo said goodbye, before leaving, excited to see his grandparents again after so long. They had moved back to the Netherlands when he was five, saying they missed their country. He didn’t understand, because it always rained in the Netherlands when he’d been there and he got nearly hit by a bike multiple times.

He had a blast that weekend by excluding his dad from as many conversations as possible while catching up with his grandparents.

Returning on Monday, he had to do a double take when Kirishima greeted him in Japanese and asked how his weekend had been, before he remembered that it wasn’t all Dutch anymore. He said it was good, before sliding into his seat.

That lunch break he got out some sweets from his bag, reluctantly sharing them with his friends: “They gave these to me, something about their youth and shit. Whatever.”

Mina held up a little brown stick like candy and asked: “What’s this?”

“A kaneelstokje,” Bakugo answered, seeing her helpless look, he expanded: “It’s - what that fucking word again - kaneel, uhm… ah, yeah, cinnamon. It’s a cinnamon stick. When you bite it feels weird, but they’re nice. I also have the cherry version.”

With a curious hum Mina stuck it in her mouth, then she bit and grimaced, before mumbling: “That was harder than I expected.”

“Your mistake,” Bakugo shrugged, shoving a stroopwafel in his mouth.

A few tables over Midoriya spotted them and skipped over, asking Bakugo: “Did they give you those pig head candies?”

“Biggetjes?” Bakugo asked, “Yeah, here. I don’t like these, but they keep giving me them. I would much rather have the monkey ones.”

“Those have licorice on them, Kacchan,” Midoriya made a face.

“They’re nice, now fuck off, nerd,” Bakugo grumbled.

“Pig heads?” Hagakure asked.

“Yeah, it’s in the shape of a pig head and it’s a fruit gummy,” Bakugo shrugged, “The ears are slightly different and the monkey version is part licorice.”

“That’s weird,” Mina told him.

“Then you’re not getting more candy,” Bakugo shot back.

“No, I wanna try the cookies. I’m sorry,” Mina quickly said.

With an eyeroll Bakugo handed her a stroopwafel, explaining that it was a hard waffle with hardened syrup between it. He had eaten them hot and soft once and he didn’t get the rave about them fresh of the hotplate, he much preferred them cold.

They ate the foreign candy with interest asking about them and laughed about the guttural pronunciation that it had to them, marveling how Bakugo could make the hard ‘g’ sound, while they struggled.

And the next morning the whole class came together to stare in horror at Bakugo’s breakfast. He had put butter on a slice of bread, then put chocolate sprinkles on it. When Jiro had asked what the fuck he was eating, he scowled and said: “It’s hagelslag, okay, Earbuds.”

“That’s hagelslag?” Kirishima asked, stumbling over the word.

“Yeah,” Bakugo, “Almost everyone eats it. You also have vlokken, but that’s just hagelslag except flat and a bit bigger, though they also have hagelslag XL. There’s also a fruit version, but that’s just flavored hardened sugar.”

Uraraka looked at Bakugo’s plate and said: “This just feels off.”

“Well, then don’t look at, ey, Round-face,” Bakugo growled as he hunched protectively over his plate.

“Can I try?” Kirishima asked.

Bakugo eyed him suspiciously, before handing him a bit of his bread. He watched as Kirishima tried it, face morphing into a grin as he said: “Dutch kids are lucky. They get to eat chocolate for breakfast. Are you sure parents condone this?”

“My grandfather has never eating anything different for breakfast in his life,” Bakugo said.

“Nice.”

And with that they decided that this wasn’t really something to get on the blond’s nerves about, since it wasn’t really a big deal, and the conversation moved on to different topics.

But the knowledge that Bakugo was multilingual settled as normal in the group over time and explained how here and there he would say something incredibly weird, seemingly thinking it’s normal.

No one had commented on it before, but now it was easier to understand why.

For example, when they were having a collaborative training with class 1-B, Kirishima punched Bakugo’s arm and said: “You should give a pep-talk. Come on, Bakubro, inspire us.”

“Nah, Midoriya is better at sticking a heart under someone’s belt than I am, he should do it,” he replied.

“What?” Kirishima asked, confused

“You know, encouraging people and shit?” Bakugo asked, only getting more confusion back, “No, not Japanese?”

“No, bro,” Kirishima grinned.

“Well, it still makes sense,” Bakugo grouched.

“I would say no,” Mina commented.

“Shut up, Raccoon,” Bakugo huffed, “It makes sense. You give someone your heart for courage and the best place to store it is on your belt. Like in Medieval times.”

“Still weird.”

“And you still have to shut up,” Bakugo shot back, “Just focus on beating those pompous motherfuckers.”

Because in the end, it didn’t matter which language he spoke, he stayed Bakugo. Swearing and competitive Bakugo.

A/N:

Fun fact: a lot of foreigners have trouble with our ‘g’ which somehow can also be written as ‘ch’ as well as our double vowels, like ‘aa’ and ‘ee’

As for all the translations:

Kut means cunt, literally, but it is used like you would use shit (and yes, learning the verb cut in English class was very fun and completely misused)

“Godver de tering zooi. Kut, kut, kut. Holy shit, godver. Wat een tyfus tafel. Fuck that hurt. Klere ding.”

Goddamn the [swear] mess. Cunt, cunt, cunt. Holy shit, goddamn. What a [swear] table. Fuck that hurt. [Swear] thing.

When I put [swear] it’s bc I cannot explain why we swear with it and I do not want to put in the mental effort of explaining it and just saying it will make it sound worse than it actually is

The phone convo isn’t really interesting, but if anyone wants to know what Bakugo said:

“Hi, het is Katsuki, waarom bel je me, heks?”

Hi, it’s Katsuki, why are you calling me, witch?

“Kon dat niet wachten?”

Couldn’t that wait?

“Ik zit hier beneden nu met mensen, we zijn ons huiswerk aan het doen. En dat is pas over een week, ook nog, by the way. Waarom val je me daar nu mee lastig?”

I’m sitting downstairs with people right now, we’re doing our homework. And that’s in a week, as well, by the way. Why are you bothering me with that now?

“Nee, ik heb het al met Aizawa besproken, ik kan gewoon dat weekend naar huis komen. Hij snapte ‘t toen ik uitlegde dat opa en oma van ver komen.”

No, I already talked about it with Aizawa, I can just go home that weekend. He understood when I explained that grandpa and grandma came from far.

“Ja, dat weet ik. Ik heb het opgeschreven. Ik ben niet achtelijk hoor, heks. Natuurlijk vergeet ik ‘t niet.”

Yes, I know. I wrote it down. I’m not an idiot, witch. Of course I wouldn’t forget it.

“Ja, ja, doei, spreek je later. Doe de groeten aan papa enzo.”

Yes, yes, bye, talk to you later. Say hi to dad etc.

Only when translating this phone call did I realize how many filler words we have that don’t make sense in translation, so I just left them.

#RR writing #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bakugo mitsuki #bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #dutch bakugo katsuki #dutch #class 1 a #mha class 1a #bnha class 1a

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dialovers-translations · 4 years ago

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DIABOLIK LOVERS LIMITED V EDITION Animate Tokuten Situation CD “Nursing ~Kanato ver.~”

Original title: 看病 ~カナト編~

Source: DIABOLIK LOVERS LIMITED V EDITION Animate Tokuten Situation CD “Nursing ~Kanato ver.~” [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Kaji Yuki

Translator’s note: Rejet kind of cheated with this one because it’s Teddy who gets ‘sick’ and not Kanato but I’ll forgive them because it was kind of cute to see Kanato try and nurse Teddy back to health together with the MC. xD Perhaps they realized that a sick Kanato would be such a whiny mess, nobody would be able to keep up with him.

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Track 1 (Taking care of a sick Kanato)

You walk up to a sobbing Kanato.

“Uu...Uu...Teddy got this...soaked by the rain...W-Who could have...Who could have possible done this...!?”

Kanato turns his head towards you.

“What’s wrong, you ask...? Can’t you tell by looking!? Teddy...Teddy was left outside amidst this downpour...!! Hah...To think they’d use my afternoon nap with Teddy as an opening to strike...!”

You frown.

“Don’t tell me...Was it you? Did you do something so horrible to Teddy!? Are you the one who took away Teddy against his will while he was comfortably napping by my side!? And then you abandoned him in the backyard in the cold rain, didn’t you!? ...How could you! You really are the worst! Did you truly believe you’d be forgiven for doing that to MY Teddy!?”

He tries to attack you as you desperately prove your innocent.

*Rustle rustle*

“Unforgiveable...I definitely won’t forgive you...!”

You insist that you’re not the culprit.

“...It wasn’t you? Then who would...!?”

*Rustle rustle*

“More importantly, we have to focus on Teddy right now. He got this wet...At this rate, he will catch a cold! Say, what do you think we should do?”

You give him some advice.

“We should wipe him dry first? Okay. Let’s go to my room right away then.”

*TIMESKIP*

“Teddy...We rubbed you dry so you’ll be okay. Come on, get into the bed.”

*Rustle rustle*

“...What should we do now?”

You reply.

“Just regular nursing...? I’ve never looked after a sick person before! How should I know what to do!? You do it! Ah...But I’m a little worried about leaving teddy in your care. ...Ah, right! I just had a great idea! Fufu...You shall be looking after me. And then I’ll do the same thing to Teddy. You don’t mind, do you?”

You reluctantly nod.

“Fufu...Teddy...I’m sure you’ll be better in no time now.”

Kanato crawls into the bed as well.

*Rustle rustle*

“Well then, please nurse me. It can’t be helped so you can do it the human way.”

You pull out a thermometer.

“...Hm? What’s that thin object? ...!! Don’t tell me...You’ll hurt Teddy with it!? I gave you permission to look after us, but I won’t let you inflict pain upon him!”

You explain.

“Eh? A...thermometer? You’ll use that to measure our body temperature?”

You nod.

“Oh...Then hand it over, please. I’ll do it first. ...I should put this in my mouth, right?”

*BEEEEP*

“...!! What’s this...!? ‘Error’...!? This thing must be broken if it can’t even measure my temperature?”

You shrug.

“It’s meant for humans so it can’t be helped...? Exactly. There is no way it could take a Vampire’s temperature. But it is fine. This isn’t something painful, so I’ll do it to Teddy as well. Come on, Teddy...Put this in your mouth.

Kanato takes Teddy’s temperature.

*Rustle rustle*

“We can measure your temperature with this.”

*BEEEEP*

“...Error. As to be expected, it can’t measure Teddy’s temperature either. Honestly, how utterly useless. ...Forget about the temperature. What should we do next?”

You explain.

“Eh? Feed him rice porridge (1) and make sure he takes his medicine? Neither me nor Teddy are in the mood for something so dull and tasteless like rice porridge. Bring us some sweets insteaーー Ah...But it’s fine. You can stay here after all. People easily get lonely when they have a cold, don’t they? I can’t stand even the idea of Teddy being lonely.”

You frown.

“Haah...No need to worry. After all, when you consider it, there’s really no reason to go out of your way to make something sweet. After all...”

Kanato tugs you closer.

*Rustle*

“There’s something much sweeter than any dessert right over here.”

*Rustle*

“Fufu...Well then...Let me drink your blood.”

He bites you.

*Sluuuurp*

“Mmh...Nn...Ah...Fufu~ Just as I thought, the taste of your blood really is much sweeter than any candy. Nn...”

*Sluuuurp*

“Come on, you should have a sip of her blood as well, Teddy.”

Kanato moves Teddy towards the wound.

“...See? Isn’t it delicious, Teddy? Fufu...Don’t worry, if you rest up like this, I’m sure your cold will get better. She is taking such good care of us after all. Okay? Besides, as long as we have this blood, you’ll be back to normal in the blink of an eye...Mmh...”

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp*

“Nn...”

Track 2 (Kanato takes care of his sick S/O)

Kanato enters the living room.

“Good morning. ...Oh? Somehow your complexion seems a little pale today. Did something happen?”

You explain.

“Ah...Did you fall ill after nursing Teddy? I can image you’d catch a cold after sleeping like that. (2) Fufu...Are you in pain?”

You nod.

“I see. ...Hm? What’s wrong, Teddy? ...Eh? You’re offering we look after her this time? Fufu...You’re such a kind soul, Teddy. Even though it’s her own fault she caught a cold. ...I suppose I have no other choice. Teddy is telling me, so I’ll nurse you back to health. You should be grateful towards Teddy, okay?”

You smile slightly, thanking Teddy.

*TIMESKIP*

“Well then, please lie down (3) on the bed. I should just do the things you did to us the other day, right? ...Uhm...First we’ll need the thermometer. However, there isn’t one in my room so...I know. Please put my finger in your mouth.”

Your eyes widen in surprise.

“What are you getting embarrassed for? Come on, hurry up.”

*Rustle rustle*

“Exactly, just like that...Keep my finger between your lips. Fufu...It’s cold? The inside of your mouth is scorching hot. I suppose you must have quite the fever? However, I haven’t measured your temperature precisely so...Right. Next I’ll press my hand against your forehead...”

*Rustle rustle*

“...It’s hot. You really do have a fever, don’t you? I don’t have a body temperature, so I’m sure it feels chilly to you.”

You smile.

“Eh? The cold feels nice? I see. ...Come on. Teddy, you should take her temperature as well.”

*Rustle rustle*

“See? It’s hot, isn’t it? Humans get this feverish over the slightest little thing...They really are so horribly fragile and weak, don’t you think? ...Well then, you should properly stay under the covers.”

*Rustle rustle*

“What was up next again? Haha...I have to feed you rice porridge, don’t I? However, I can’t make porridge so...”

*Rustle*

“I’ll share my candies with you.”

Kanato unwraps the candy.

“Here you go, open your mouth. It’s my favorite kind, so you better savor it thoroughly, okay?”

He feeds you the sweet.

“Is it good?”

You nod.

“Fufu~ I’m glad. So, how do you feel? A little better already?”

You shake your head.

“...? Not one bit yet? ...What do you mean? E...Even though I’ve been looking after you so well...!? So why won’t you get better...!? Are you trying to...criticize my nursing techniques...? Uu...But I’ve been...Unforgiveable!”

Kanato crawls on top of the bed.

*Creaaaak*

*Rustle rustle*

“Ah...Right...Rather than being gentle with you, perhaps treating you hard-handedly like this will be a little more effective? Come on, like this...”

He bites you.

*Sluuuurp*

“...It hurts? Why of course, I’m making it hurt after all. You’re to blame. You said you don’t feel better. Even though I’ve been so good to you, you just won’t get better. Nn...”

*Sluuuurp*

“Mmh...”

*Sluuuurp*

“Ah...Hm? Huh...? Nn...”

*Sluuuurp*

“I knew it...The taste of your blood is different from usual. It isn’t sweet like before. Today it tastes bitter and disgusting. I’m sure it’s because you’re under the weather. You’re forcing me to drink this bad blood...Horrible. Unforgiveable, don’t you think so too, Teddy? Not only did she completely disregard my efforts to nurse her back to health, but she made me drink this disgusting blood.”

You frown.

“Say...Do you even feel any sense of guilt?”

Kanato continues drinking your blood.

“...It really tastes horrible. But you seem to be feeling good having me suck your blood? What should I do to make you healthy again? ...Hm? I should simply have more of your blood? Fufu...Nn...”

*Sluuuurp*

“Hah...Your eyes have teared up. Your face is bright red as well. I’m sure you’re already lightheaded from the fever, but now your head’s spinning even more because I’m sucking your blood, as well? Hah...I won’t forgive you just yet. Perhaps I should just try draining your blood until you lose consciousness? That might make you get better even quicker.”

*Rustle*

“Nn...Hm? You’ve sure worked up a sweat. Seems like you’re hot. I’ll take off your clothes, okay? Not only will it help you feel a little cooler, but it’d be easier for me to suck your blood as well.”

He starts removing your clothes.

“Mm...”

*Sluuuurp*

*Rustle rustle*

“Please get better soon, okay? I don’t want to drink your disgusting blood after all...”

Track 3 (Aftermath)

*Knock knock knock*

“...Can I come in?”

Kanato enters the room.

“How have you been ever since?”

You explain.

“I see. You feel better? Please don’t let it get to your head, I was not worried about you or anything. However, it seems like Teddy was somewhat curious about how you have been holding up. Fufu...I told him he shouldn’t worry about it, but Teddy is such a kind boy, you see? You should be more grateful to Teddy!”

You thank Teddy.

“ ...(mumbles) Well, I enjoyed taking care of you more than I expected as well, so if you insist, I would not be opposed to doing it again. ...Heh. No. I did not say anything. Ah, right. Now that I’m here anyway, I guess I should check whether the taste of your blood has changed again.”

You shake your head.

“Eh...? I shouldn’t because you’re not in tip-top shape again just yet? ...Why would you say that? I was so kind to come all the way here to check up on you? Furthermore, you told me you were better? Was that a lie?”

You try to explain.

“If it isn’t, I don’t see a problem with checking to make sure? You are always so quick to spout lies after all. If I suck your blood, I’ll be able to tell whether you really are better or not right away. You don’t know the taste of your own blood, do you?”

Kanato moves closer.

*Rustle rustle*

“Ah...There’s lots of my bite marks left behind, from your nape all the way down to your cleavage. They’re from the other day, when I forced myself to stomach your disgusting blood. Mmh...”

He bites you again.

*Sluuuurp*

“...Haah...Thank god. Your blood’s gotten sweet again. On top of that, it is even sweeter than before.”

*Sluuuurp*

“...I wonder if it’s because I sucked it even after it had gone bad once more? Mmh...Nn...Aah...It’s delicious...I won’t be able to stop...”

*Sluuuurp*

“It keeps on oozing out...What a waste...Mmh...”

*Sluuuurp*

“The other day, the inside of your mouth was extremely hot as well. I wonder how it feels today?”

Kanato kisses you deeply.

“Fufu...Per usual, even the inside of your mouth tastes sweet. Almost like you’re a drop of candy. You want to have a taste of this sweet blood as well, don’t you?”

You shake your head.

“...You don’t? Fufu. No need to modest. Come on, I’ll bite you. Come on, show me your arm.”

*Rustle rustle*

"My fangs sink in so easily...these plush arms of yours...Nn...”

*Sluuuurp*

“See? Blood has started flowing out. Come on, give it a lick. It’s your sugary sweet blood~ Fufu.”

You lap up the blood.

“How is it?”

You frown.

“Why would you make such an expression? It isn’t sweet? I see. I suppose it was still a little early for you. Fufu, that’s okay. The taste of your blood even you yourself are ignorant to...I can’t get enough of it. Mmh...”

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp*

“From here on out, continue to give this sweet blood only to me, okay? Mmh...”

*Smooch*

“...Forever, understood?”

ーー THE END ーー

Translation notes

(1) おかゆ or ‘okayu’ is the Japanese variant of chicken noodle soup, being a light rice porridge which is often served to people who are sick/have a cold because it requires little to no chewing and is very easily digestable as well.

(2) Kanato doesn’t specify what he means with あんな格好 or ‘anna kakkou’, literally meaning ‘looking like that’, but I assume she fell asleep by the side of their bed without a blanket or anything.

(3) 寝る or ‘neru’ often gets translates as ‘to sleep’, but it can also refer to just the action of lying down on a flat surface/resting up, without actually falling asleep.

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #kanato sakamaki #diabolik lovers drama cd #diabolik lovers translation #drama cd

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jaymesyourplaything · 8 months ago

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Sorry I cut out the last sentence, I don't feel comfortable posting insults.

but you're right, they have to really reach for anything negative because we really haven't been doing much at all lol i think i know which one you're talking about and it's strange they just put emphasis on, issues being a 50/50 thing. they can't separate that, yes there might have been issues before, but johns actions SINCE kicking ver from the roleplay has been just john harassing or otherwise slandering or abusing ver and ver has done nothing to warrant it.

someone having possible anxiety attacks doesn't mean it's okay to slander and abuse them after. that's why i blocked victoria too, at this point i'm unsure if she's in denial or is simply siding with them. i know how hard it was to leave the situation, i wonder if she wants out but is afraid of backlash. (reminder to anyone who wants out, you don't have to say anything. just block and don't say anything? you don't have to be a target. i spoke up because he was already slandering me before i spoke up, i was simply going to be silent too but it was becoming too much. seeing all this shit against my friend, ver, who was 100% innocent. again, it doesn't matter if ver wasn't perfect before, ver handled leaving with as much grace as they could and weren't even doing anything, it was just john who started slandering ver so ver finally spoke out. )

but yeah i think people should, leave people (like victoria ) alone. unless she asks for help, or support, or DOES make move to get away from safe and john, other than that leave her alone. she has her own choices and she shouldn't be harassed over choosing to be friends with abusers. it doesn't mean she's one herself. i was there once too, enabling their behavior, but i'm not an abuser. i /did/ tell her i was blocking her though, but told her to be strong and she did nothing wrong. i just did not want to see safe and john on my dashboard because she kept interacting with them. it was as john doxed ver's possible main, and then he doxed my main/alter blogs. it was hurtful and i /did/ make a post complaining about how anyone's defending john and safe, but i did move on. not much else to do or say about it, i suppose. it sucks but it's happening. i no longer wanted to be friends with people who were going to support people like john and safe. i blocked a few other people that day too.

#mod #jay #a scandal in tumblr #back home guyss!!!!#hand is okay but- well lets not talk about the hand #my illness that was triggered by my hand is getting better!!!!!#but not my hand aha #one step at a time #<3

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royallyprincesslilly · 4 years ago

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Title: Gilded Cage {1}

Lu Xin Lee x OFC Phoenix Argent AU

Warning: Cursing, Blood, Violence, Plot

Words: 1.9k

Summary: Phoenix has been different her entire life. Not just because her father is rich and she has a lovely big house. Phoenix has a secret about her--a secret that can either make her very powerful or very dead. Because of this secret, she’s lived her life in a gilded cage. When she breaks free, that action creates a dangerous and destructive chain of events that soon have Phoenix wondering if she was better off in this cage. That is until a man who moves and kills like the devil but looks like an angel steps in, showing her that sometimes we have to claim our freedom, no matter the consequences.

Note: Surprise!!!!! Okay, we have some Lu Xin Lee from Wu Assassins action. I’m not in love with the cover, so it may change if this continues. Please tell me what you guys think. Should I continue?

As always, thank you so much for reading!

If you enjoyed this please, LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG!!! ❤️❤️

***Loosely Edited/Proofread***

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!”

You picked up the speed that you ran. You had no idea where you were going, but you knew one thing—you had to keep going no matter what. Glancing behind you, the coast was clear, but just because it was clear didn’t mean you were home free. You’d grown up differently than everyone else. There were some things that were ingrained in you, some things that you used even to this day.

A loud clatter snapped you out of your thoughts and brought your head to spin on a swivel to look behind you. Still empty. When you looked back in front of you, two black SUVs were pulling up. They were trying to box you in. Looking around you, you tried to come up with a plan, a way out. There was an alley on your left, and it was the alley you were going to take. Changing your direction, you ran into the alley. Using your quick thinking, you pushed one of the dumpsters to the entryway of the alley, hoping it would slow them down. You knew it wouldn’t stop them.

When you were halfway down the alley, you heard them trying to push the dumpster aside. They argued loudly over who should do what until you heard the screeching sound of it moving.

“Fuck!”

That was when you picked up the speed. You were exhausted. You’d been running for the last eight blocks. Damn San Francisco for having endless hills. The downward slopes weren’t bad, but uphill was a bitch. Once you reached the end of the alley, you turned right to find a brick wall.

“Shit!”

Turning around, you were met with another brick wall. Trapped. Panic set in and with it your fears. You couldn’t let them catch you. It would not end well. Spinning around, you tried to come up with a plan--anything that would help you see another day. You were surrounded by brick. You had nowhere to go.

“You can’t run anymore, Y/N!”

They were getting closer, and you were a fucking sitting duck. If they caught you, you knew how it would end. They’d bring you to him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Think Y/N, think!”

Your panic was increasing as their voices drew near. That was when you looked up and saw a fire escape ladder.

“Ha.”

You backed up and ran to the wall and used it as leverage to bounce off of it to leap into the air and grab the bottom bar of the ladder. You’d almost missed it. Now you were stuck dangling with barely anything else to give. Upper body strength was always your weakness.

“Get up, get up!”

Finding the hidden strength inside of you, you gave it everything you got and pulled yourself up. It was excruciating and took way longer than it should have. Once you could pull yourself up enough to get your foot on the bar, you hugged the cold rusty metal and gasped for air.

“I should have paid closer attention,” you whispered to yourself.

You wanted to stop. You were too tired to keep going, but you had to. The alternative was too dangerous. Placing one foot over the other again and again, you climbed the rusted ladder until you got to the first landing. That was when they rounded into the dead-end. You laid on your back as flat as you could get and held your breath so as not to make a peep. You could hear them looking around below you, questioning where you went.

Several minutes passed with them scratching their heads and blaming each other.

“I told you we should have shot her and have been done with it.”

“Shut up. He wants her alive. She’s no good dead.”

I bet he wants me alive, you thought. Why would he want anything else?

“Let’s double back; that was her hotel. She’ll probably go back there.”

Slowly they trickled out of the alley, but you didn’t move until you were certain their cars had pulled off. Almost fifteen minutes later, you peeped out onto the sidewalk and surveyed the street. There was no sign of them. Turning onto the sidewalk, you flipped your hood onto your head and quickly walked on. You couldn’t go back to your hotel. That meant you had to find somewhere to lay low tonight so you could get out of town at first light.

An hour later, you found yourself sitting inside an Asian restaurant enjoying a meal you were overdue to have. The flavors melded well together, and if it was possible, the restaurant's décor seemed to fit the food you were eating. You loved the wooden elements of the partitions that divided the tables, and even the bamboo plants were strewn around. The feel of the restaurant was classy yet comfortable. You felt like this could have been a place where you would have spent a lot of your time.

An uproar of laughter caught your attention. Looking back, you saw a group of people laughing together. They looked close like they’d been friends for a long time. The beautiful woman with long brown hair slapped one of the guys upside their head, which had the rest of them laughing at his misfortune before teasing him in another language. Was it Thai? Mandarin maybe?

“If things had been different,” you whispered to yourself before finishing the sake in front of you. It was your third one.

With you not being able to use your credit cards because they were easily traceable, you were now down to a few thousand dollars. If you had another day like today, you knew that reserve would dwindle quickly. Groaning, you rubbed the back of your neck, trying to figure out your next move. This city wasn’t familiar to you. You’d only planned on finding Ari so he could help you out of your little problem. Unfortunately, Ari was out of town, and it meant you were now stranded. Either you wait for him to come back, or you made a way for yourself. You hadn’t expected that they’d find you. You’d been so careful.

“Everyone, we’ll be closing in fifteen minutes. Thank you for your service, and I hope you come again.”

That was your queue. You took out a fifty and placed it on the table, and gathered your things ready to go. Before you walked out the front door, you bounced someone.

“Excuse me,” he rushed out. You didn’t bother responding; instead, you nodded and walked outside.

They would look for you at the high-end establishments, you had to turn to seedy, and you were not looking forward to it.

Luckily you found an in-between option. While it was no Ritz Carlton, it was suitable enough. Before you could duck inside, your eye caught sight of someone that looked like they worked for him. Instead of walking through the doors, you stopped on the steps. Trying not to draw attention to yourself, you looked around and saw three more of them just idly standing by.

“Shit,” you whispered. It didn’t look as if they’d seen you just yet. As inconspicuously as possible, you turned around and sauntered down the street you’d just come from.

“Hey! Y/N!”

“Shit!” You picked up running down the street, knowing that they were chasing you. This time you didn't have that much of a lead. You looked back to see they were close enough that if you stumbled, they’d catch you.

When you turned, large, rough hands grabbed you, lifted you into the air, and dropped you to the concrete. The action took the breath right out of your lungs and filled you with pain. You laid there in a groaning heap writhing in pain.

“Jesus Dro, are you insane? She’s a girl!”

“She’s not running anymore, is she?”

“He doesn’t want her hurt. Are you gonna explain this?”

Pulling yourself together, you rolled onto your knees and tried to get up.

“Stop running, Y/N. Just come back with us.”

“Ne—ver!”

“You’re so stubborn. He’ll never stop searching for you.”

You knew it was true.

“You’re his property.”

Feeling a burst of defiance, you gritted your teeth in preparation for what you knew would come, then flung your head back and connected with his nose. It hurt like a son of a bitch, but the satisfaction made it worth it even though your head was now pounding, and your vision was slightly blurry.

“I’m not his property!”

The men around laughed out, and you thought it was enough of an opportunity for you to get away. Somehow you made it a full block before you were surrounded yet again. You stood in the middle, panting, in pain, and annoyed.

“Just let me go! Tell him when you found me someone killed me. He’ll believe it,” you suggested.

“Even then, he’ll hunt for your dead body and make everyone pay for it. I like my chances better bringing you back to him.”

“Please, I have money. My father has a lot of money. I can pay you. Name a price.”

The men laughed, signaling that they had no intention of taking you up on that offer.

“Y/N, your money is no good, and you know why. Just accept it.”

Before you could speak again, gunshots rained down all around you and pierced the bodies of the men that were around you. Screaming, you held your head and prayed that you made it out of this.

“They will come for you. You won’t be able to stop them.”

The words echoed in your memory, and your stomach fell. Was this was what he meant?

When the gunshots stopped, and all was quiet, you slowly lifted your head. All around you, the bodies laid lifeless and oozing blood. None of them were alive. Before you could get up, you saw four figures coming toward you. Terror and exhaustion are what kept you in place to watch them approach you.

“You have two options. Ascend or die.”

You’d heard those words before. You knew full well what was meant by them. You didn’t want to do either. You wanted to live your life, the way you chose—for you. Your father knew it. The years of drilling into you your destiny and chosen path, he thought you’d accepted it. You hadn’t.

“Choose.”

You stood on shaky legs and held your head high. While he hadn’t drilled into you acceptance for this said destiny, he had drilled into you stubbornness, strength, and resilience you often relied on.

“No.”

The one in front of you wore a ski mask in black with a white sun symbol on the forehead. All you saw were their eyes.

“She did say you were stubborn.”

They lifted the gun, pointed it at you, and in seconds everything went in slow motion. You heard the gun go off, but once it did, you were grabbed, hoisted into the air, and moved. Before you knew it, you were on the ground watching one man fight off the four assassins. He moved effortlessly, smoothly, and with absolute control and skill. You couldn’t take your eyes off of the way he moved.

He made it look so easy. He punched, kicked, and overpowered each of them, gliding around like he had wheels for feet. He didn’t even use any guns to defend himself. All he used were his hands. After a few minutes, each of them laid on the ground like the others. You watched him bend down, take up one of the guns, and dig it behind him in the waistband of his pants. Then he turned to you. You weren’t afraid, but you shrunk back. Your vision was quickly getting blurrier with each passing moment. Each second that passed, your body felt heavier and heavier until you dropped onto the ground.

The last thing you saw was Italian leather shoes approaching you. It was all black after that.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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jungwnn · 3 years ago

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Hiiiii😚 i wanna request for a ship with txt, enhypen and bts, thank you soo much for taking the time to do this!☺ I hope you have a good day, stay healthy and take care for yourself🤗

INFP-T | enneagram type 4 | sun: Sagittarius, moon: Cancer | Hate studying anything except English | Competitive when it comes to things I love and am passionate about | Like creative writing and interior designing(basically architecture) | Novels over movies | Even if i watch movies its either action or angst-drama, and always like the evil characters more than the good ones because I'm able to sort of understand why they do what they do, I believe everything has a reason, and every action is a result of something | I also believe in soulmates, love at first sight and all sorts of tropes like these | Obsessed with Greek and Roman mythology and ancient Egypt and just in general medieval eras | Love taking polaroid pictures and traveling | Aesthetic all the way, love being in the nature | I love fairylights and abstract paintings and night walks and stargazing | Love sad things | I'm sensitive to smell and don't like artificial scents | I like going to libraries and museums and cathedrals and old medieval buildings, beaches also and other nature aesthetic places | Always observing little details about everything that other people fail to notice | Easily scared or startled | Have huge trust issues and very sensitive | Have very few friends and am loyal before anything | I'm moved by little things and don't really like much of fancy dates, I like it simple and my favorite would be walk along the beach at night | Am very open-minded and wise but no one's really aware of that | Like disturbing people and then giving puppy eyes | Shy at first but when you get close with me I'm very loud, talkative, playful and annoyingly funny and weird | Just realized it yesterday that i tend to 'huh' a Lot | Clingy with people I am very close to(might even jump and koala hug them tbh) | Everyone's comfort pillar | Very expressive with words and actions | CLUMSY(I hit or bump into something at least once a day) | Love eating (taking advantage of my never getting fat genes lol) but am sort of quite picky | 5'2 - 157cm and I like tall people but I have no problem connecting with people on the shorter side of the height spectrum | Baby voice and baby face | side bangs and dark brown short almost straight hair which reaches just 4cms above the shoulders | Big chocolate brown eyes | Have slightly honey tanned skin | I'm a crybaby too, like if someone I love or care a lot about is getting scolded for whatever reason or they are sad or something then I tend to cry immediately. And while watching or reading sad things too | I do random sounds or actions too and I noticed recently I go 'huh' and 'uh' all the time | sometimes I don't even understand myself like a few days back I was wearing a black sock on my left foot and a white one on my right and then i forgot that i wore mismatched socks so when I noticed it after a while I got fascinated for literally no reason then within seconds i forgot about it again and then when it came to my notice again i got fascinated again and this went on the whole day lmao | My fashion style leans towards boho chic/bohemian and casual | And prefer bare face over makeup and converse over other footwear and dusk(sunset) over dawn(sunrise) but in the album I like dawn ver more🤭 | I love spicy and sour food and have a high tolerance of spice | And my love languages are acts of service>physical touch>quality time>words of affirmation.

YOU SOUND SO INTERESTING AND COOL LETS BE FRIENDS 🙄✋

in txt i ship you with!! Beomgyu !!

pls I can already already see yall fighting over movie chararters😭 I just get the vibe y’all met in a really weird way like he was reaching over to grab a random ass toy and you were too and bam!!! Talking, numbers exchanged. He instantly fell in love with you dude. Like gyu isn’t one to simp but your the exception here. Like dude had a big smile when you responded to his text message. Will he ever tell you that he would bounce up like a puppy whenever he got even a notification hoping it was you?? No. Never. That never happened I swear. There was a time where kai texted and was like “hey soobin said practice in an hour” and gyu straight out texted back “idiot shush I’m waiting” and Kai was just like ??? “...ur weird” basically gyu is literally in love with you from the beginning like it’s insane. That doesn’t stop him from teasing you though. Dude you better stay on high alert this dude is constantly pranking you. They are all harmless but if he ever did hurt you or do something wrong. He will instantly hug you and literally apologize all day and shower you in love. Just finding comfort in each other!! Like he is always there to listen to you talk about anything and just comfort you, He also trust you enough to share his issues! He loves to call you idiot all the time but he says it in the sweetest way or just to tease. He also loves to carry you, it makes him feel super tall ( esp when moas be calling him tiny 😭) also sleepy gyu!! Clingy!!! Let’s say y’all went on a date just a quick ice cream and a walk around the park right, He would look at you and be like “your so pretty~” then you look up and be like “huh? What did you say?” And he would just pull you closer to his side and be like “nothing idiot~” in the same cheeky sweet tone. Then later on that day y’all would just to hang out on the couch cuddled up. He was obviously tired since he was yawning every five seconds. He pulled you against his chest and just started mumbling about how happy he was to have you!! But that’s for your ears only!!

Your overall relationship would consist of:

☼lots and lots screaming like dude is loud but he is expressing his love so it’s okay!

☼movie marathons!!

☼pls don’t use puppy eyes on him he’ll cry at how cute you are

☼let him kiss your forehead and your head he wants to be tall

☼he makes u meals but sometimes they burnt 😣

☼brags abt you all the time like I’m pretty sure taehyun knows your favorite food and your birthday by how much gyu talks

☼he loves listening to you talk abt your interest and fascinations !!

so for Enhypen I ship you with !! Mr.Jake sim!

I just know this boy loves you for your witts bro, like.. how can you be so smart, interesting and pretty at the same time?? Like you completely captured this boys heart!! He loves hearing you talk about Roman and Greek mythology and ancient Egypt!! He thinks it’s honestly so amazing to listen to you speak about your interest🥺 He has this thing, where like whenever you do something cute or he just looks at your face he just walks over and squishes your cheeks. He loves loves loves showing physical affection! He WANTS you to know that you are the light of his life and you make him so so happy!! He talks abt Layla to you all the time and even called you her mom like WOAH. Speaking of mom, Jake gives me the vibe he talks to his parents about you!! Like mans is so serious abt you he just adores you!! Dude is so worried about you when you bump into things, like let’s say you accidentally hit a wall. He will be by your side in a second telling you to be more careful them kissing your forehead. He calls you princess 🧍(HAVE U SEEN THAT ONE FAN CALL BYE) he also treats you like a princess as he should. I have a feeling when he can’t see you in person he calls you and y’all will fall asleep on call. like he would be all sleepy and be like “i miss you :(“ and just talk about your guys day and it would be so sweet!! I’m sure you get the idea !! He’s in L word with you hardcore!!

Your overall relationship would consist of!!

☼he always buys snacks for you because he wants his baby to eat well

☼he is a romantic he loves taking walks on the beach with u!! (And Layla)

☼always compliments your eyes !!

☼always gets you flowers or lil things that remind him of you !

☼he has you as his wallpaper!

☼if y’all go see scary movies together he will most definitely try to act tough and protect you but he fails and hides his face in your neck

☼CHEEK KISSES!!!

for bts I ship you with !! Kim taehyung himself !!

okay okay!! I feel like taehyung loves your mind, he loves hearing your side of things and just loves everything about the way you think! He truly thinks your a piece of art !! like homeboy just loves spending time with you and just talking. He is a hopeless romantic like he loves taking you out to dates that mean a lot to both of you! He takes you to art museums and beaches and takes so many pictures of you!! he has a whole folder dedicated to you!! He also loves hanging out with you and your guys friends!! He just wants everyone to know he’s with you forever and ever!! He is the kinda dude to rest his elbow on your head like deadass just to tease you. He takes you to his hometown often because like I said he wants a future with you!! Expect a lot of snacks from his mom because she adores how happy you make him and he is just!! ugh you lucky lucky girl!! He likes to travel with you, like he can be so unpredictable!! dude will sit there and go “for dinner can we get pizza? Also I got us a trip to Paris for my week off” LIKE OKAY WE GET IT YOUR RICH!! But good for you I guess🙄 also matching outfits. He’s buying you a matching beret and your gna wear for that boxy smile idc. He looked at your matching socks and instantly wanted to try and now he claims it’s the coolest shit ever like Yoongi is always like “why tf?? You bought these in pairs?” Like mind your business Yoongi. His baby does it so he wants to do it too !!🙄✋

overall relationship!!

☼kisses on the lips all the time

☼plane ride cuddles

☼ur boyfriend is your professional photographer

☼pls tell him he’s a good boyfriend he just wants to make you happy

☼always talks to you abt the future <3

☼no joke he has y’all’s kids names planned

☼fun fact.. he bought you a promise ring 😣

a/n aaa!! I hope you like it!! I’m so sorry for the wait!!

#enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #jake enhypen #jake imagines #jake sim #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu x reader #tommrow x together imagine #choi beomgyu #bts imagines #bts #bts taehyung #taehyung imagine #taehyung x reader

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jounetsunosymphonia · 4 years ago

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Nocturnality (Mankai Stage Winter 2020 translation)

translation for the stage version of winter’s third play! song can be found in full here.

ALRIGHT FOLKS IT’S THE GAY PEOPLE. HERE WE GO. a lot of it is actually like...silent? you can hear it in the soundtrack ver that it’s just inst with some occasional sound effects and i’ll write in what’s happening, but i just think it’s interesting that that’s how they decided to go about showing things for noct. i mean, it makes sense. show not tell amirite.

cast list

Yukishiro Azuma (Ueda Kandai) as Kuto Reo Takato Tasuku (Kitazono Ryo) as Seo Kota Mikage Hisoka (Ueda Keisuke) as Franz Arisugawa Homare (Tanaka Ryousei) as Nonomiya Tsukioka Tsumugi (Aramaki Yoshihiko) as Izumi Ryohei

(the curtain rises. kota is going about his business, reading and sleeping on the couch in the foreground, going to work at his office. in the background, reo drinks from an unsuspecting passerby, but is accosted by a vampire hunter in white. franz shows up to have a knife fight with the vampire hunter, but reo is injured, and falls into kota’s arms as he’s walking home.)

Kota: Hey!

Reo: Help...me...

Reo: Good morning. You were a great help yesterday.

Kota: Did you make this?

Reo: It’s just from what was in the fridge, so it’s nothing special, but I wanted to give you something as thanks for letting me stay the night.

Kota: Amazing. What are you, a wife?

Reo: I’ve lived this long, but I think this is the first time someone’s called me a wife.

(kota takes a bite of the sandwich reo made him, but the funny part is that bc of the face shield requirement, it doesn’t make it to his mouth. the poor man can’t eat his wife’s cooking. rest in pieces.)

Kota: It’s good! I’m Seo Kota. And you are?

Reo: Reo...Kuto Reo.

Kota: Reo. If you don’t have anywhere else to go, you can stay here for a while.

Reo: You’d let a man you don’t even know stay in your house?

Kota: Eh, well...my room’s nice and clean...and this is delicious. If you stay, it’ll be a big help for me too.

Reo: You’re really trusting, aren’t you. Well, I’ll be in your care, then.

Kota: Aren’t you going to eat?

Reo: I eat at irregular times. Don’t mind me, just eat.

[winter telepathy time part 1] Azuma: (Just as I’d expect from you. You’re really giving off this feeling of helplessness that’s nothing like how you are normally.)

Tasuku: (The version of me that always seems strong might be the one that’s acting, though.)

Azuma: (You can say something like that without hesitation...you’re an adult, so you are strong.)

Tasuku: (Because we’ve got these members...let’s take this to the very end, in a delicate way fitting for Winter.)

Azuma: (Yes, let’s.)

Kota: I’m off.

Reo: Take care.

Kota: So you’re just going to send me out. Yesterday...you asked me for help...

Reo: I’m sorry...

Izumi: Oh, do you live here? I just moved in, I’m Izumi.

Kota: I’m Seo. Nice to meet you.

Izumi: You’re on your way to work, right? Sorry for stopping you.

Kota: No, it’s alright. If you ever have any problems, please let me know.

Nonomiya: Hey, I heard. You picked someone up off the street? That’s way too suspicious. This isn’t an afternoon drama or a manga for middle-aged ladies.

Kota: Give me a break. Reo’s a good guy. And he can cook.

Nonomiya: (sigh.) If you say stuff like that it’s only gonna hurt you.

[winter telepathy time part 2] Homare: (Well, well, how is it? My acting as an office worker.)

Tasuku: (Honestly, I’m surprised. You can even do a role like this smoothly now, huh.)

Homare: (An outstanding artist can excel in anything they do.)

Tasuku: (How reliable.)

Homare: (Now, continue as you like. The rest of us shall support you.)

(kota goes home. he and reo spend time talking together until he seems to get tired, when reo helps him over to the bed.)

Reo Saying that I’m sorry Might not be fair I’m eating away at your life And yet I wonder why Even though I want your blood, I don’t want it

(and then reo dramatically leans over kota and just, Bite)

Kota: Sorry about last night.

Reo: ...what for?

Kota: I’ve been having a lot of nightmares lately. I must be noisy in my sleep.

Reo: No, you’ve been sleeping quietly.

Kota: That’s good, then.

Reo: Rather than worry about someone else, you should look after yourself...

Kota: Huh?

Reo: Nothing. Are you feeling well? Can you go to work?

Kota: Yeah. I had some of your cooking, so I’m fine. I’m off.

Izumi: Good morning.

Kota: Good morning.

Izumi: Ah, Seo-san. Are you off on weekdays as well? I’ve been hearing noises from next door in the middle of the day, so...

Kota: Oh, no. I just have a friend over.

Izumi: Is that so...a friend. (i love this part bc when he says ““ah. a friend.”” he goes from being nice gentle neighbour to “were it not for the fact that you were a human i would have murdered you where you stand” in like zero seconds, thanks mackey)

[winter telepathy time part 3] Tasuku: (How is everyone, Tsumugi?)

Tsumugi: (To put it simply, I’ve got respect for them. No matter how minute an action is, they can return it, and everyone’s acting is so varied, it’s interesting.)

Tasuku: (Jeez, you’re the one who does that the most and you’re going to say it?)

Tsumugi: (We...started acting so that one day we’d meet Winter, didn’t we.)

Tasuku: (...we did.)

Nonomiya: Oi, Seo. You look terrible.

Kota: I just didn’t get any sleep, I guess.

Nonomiya: It’s not just today. You’ve been like this the whole week. That’s when you met that freeloader, right? Something’s just off about him.

Kota: I told you, it’s not Reo’s fault.

Nonomiya: No, he’s too suspicious. I’m coming with you.

Franz: Well, you’ve found a nice place to lay your head, haven’t you? Care to share it with me?

Reo: It’s not like that. Don’t interfere.

Franz: Ah, how cold! Isn’t that a part of our relationship?

Reo: If that’s all you wanted from me, then leave, Franz.

Franz I don’t know what it is you’ve become so infatuated with But we cannot—

Reo I know, the sun’s light is too strong ...and yet, I’ll end up longing for it anyway

Franz Hatred of the dark—

Reo I can’t help but wish—

Franz —is humanity’s weakness

Reo —that we’d be able to live alongside each other

Kota: Eh? Reo...who’s that?

Nonomiya: Wait, that’s who you picked up? I knew it, he’s definitely suspicious!

Kota: I told you, he isn’t like that. Hey, Reo!

(i just wanna point out here it’s so funny he goes from :( at nono to the gentlest voice calling out to reo, and nonomiya just loOKS SO PISSED LIKE . HUH? WHAT ARE YOU BEING SOFT AT HIM FOR. HEY.)

Reo: Kota...

Franz: Is that him? Well, he does have a good physique... (franz licks his fangs i hate it so much u all need to know this)

Reo: Franz, let’s go somewhere else.

Nonomiya: They ran off! Those guys are probably part of some criminal organisation or something, right?!

Kota: That’s enough, Nonomiya! But...why did he ignore me...?

Kota Letting you stay in my home Might be unfair

Kota, Reo I’m getting used to having you around You’re a man I just met, only by coincidence But I always want to be with you

Franz: You haven’t been drinking blood much, have you?

Reo: Since I’m staying in his home, I can’t bring myself to drink from him properly.

Franz: Is that not the entire point of this human? Just hurry up and drink already, you’ll die.

Reo: That’s what I wanted to do at first.

Kota: Why did you just run away without saying anything...Reo...

Franz: Our pursuers are closing in on this neighbourhood. That’s what I came here to tell you.

Reo: Thank you.

Franz: Have you no intention of leaving that house? Surely, at this point—

Reo: It’s fine. It’ll be fine.

(kota is asleep on the floor by the couch by the time reo gets back home and thEY ARE LITERALLY SITTING LIKE THE DAMN POSTER HOLDING HANDS AS REO SINGS THE NEXT PART)

Reo Even if it isn’t fair for me to apologise I need to tell you I’m glad I met you So I’ll leave it til the end I want your blood I want it more than anyone else

Reo: You’ve been such a great help. I didn’t mean to stay for so long, but I got too comfortable.

Kota: There’s no need for you to leave so soon, since it’s easier on me too, anyway.

Reo: That’s not why I’m leaving.

Kota: Have you found a place to stay?

Reo: Kind of. Kota...thank you.

Kota: Oh, Izumi-san. Good morning.

Reo: You...!

Izumi: So you’re moving out? Well, here’s a going-away present.

Reo: Kota, get back! (izumi runs him right through with a sword. a whole sword.)

Kota: Izumi-san?

Izumi: What a shame. It’s only been a little while, but we were neighbours too! (he twists the sword while it’s still in reo, he’s a terrible man and i love him)

Kota: What are you doing?!

(some very excellent sword swinging and mad cackling from izumisan while reo is suffering and falls to the ground. thank you mackey.)

Izumi: Filthy creature of the night. Thou shalt be eradicated in the name of my blood pact!

(kota runs in front of reo.)

Izumi: Out of the way. I’ll kill you as well.

Reo: Stop! Kota has nothing to do with this!

Izumi: Ha! The two of you are friendly, aren’t you. Even though humans are nothing more than meals to your kind.

Kota: Meals...? What are you talking about?

Izumi: He’s a vampire. Humans’ enemy.

Kota: Vampire? Reo would never...! (he backs away from reo for a bit)

Reo: Kota...

Izumi: Now, hand him over.

(kota goes back to reo and protectively puts his arms around him.)

Izumi: Ah, so you’ve debased yourself to the level of an underling of blood. No matter. I’ll send you both off.

(franz jumps from the steps, fending off izumi’s sword with his two entire knives i love stage ver. he even twirls a knife as he talks.)

Franz: Oh, my. I thought I’d join in myself, but it looks like I’ve drawn the short end of the stick. Well, it can’t be helped. I’ll give you a hand.

Izumi: Accursed vampire...

(EXTREMELY GOOD SWORD + KNIFE FIGHT IT’S GOOD THAT’S ALL I CAN TELL YOU THEY’RE EXCELLENT I LOVE THEM)

[winter telepathy time part 4] Tsumugi: (This is amazing, Hisoka-kun. Your movements are far more polished than they were during rehearsals.)

Hisoka: (I don’t even need to think, my body’s just moving on its own. I don’t know why, though.)

Tsumugi: (Maybe it has something to do with your past.)

Hisoka: (I want to face them too...like Azuma...my memories...)

(THIS ENTIRE TIME THEY ARE STILL AGGRESSIVELY KNIFE FIGHTING EVEN WHILE THEY’RE HAVING THIS INTERNAL CONVERSATION I LOSE MY SHIT EVERY TIME)

(franz disarms izumi and kicks him in the face.)

Franz: Want to keep going?

Izumi: Humanity will not yield to your kind. The white blade shall invariably pass judgement upon you! (he runs away like a little bitch but at least he got a real fight this time)

Kota: Reo! Reo!!

Franz: Can you leave him to me?

Kota: But...

Franz: Worry not. He and I are the same.

Kota: ...Fine. Please take care of him.

Franz: There’s a good boy.

Kota There’s no need for you to apologise I’ll give you my blood So please, please Live I don’t want to lose you

(IN AT LEAST ONE OF THE LIVE VERSIONS HE SOUNDS LIKE HE’S STARTING TO CRY AS HE’S SINGING THE LAST LINE. WHAT EVEN IS STAGE NOCT)

Reo: Where’s Kota...?

Franz: He’s fine. You don’t expect me to ask him to share some of his blood, do you?

Reo: ...thank you, Franz.

Franz: Since you’ve been found out, you can’t stay here any longer. The next one will be coming along soon.

Reo: What have we done wrong? We only live a little longer than regular humans.

Franz: Anything unorthodox must be eliminated. That’s how humanity is.

Kota: Reo!

Reo: This is goodbye, Kota. I’m glad I met you.

Kota: I understand what’s going on now. There’s no need for you to leave!

Reo: Humans like you make even this mundane life worth living.

Kota: Are you just going to live alone like this again?

Reo: This is the fate of my kind.

Kota: ...then, take me with you. (this idiot is really out here on the ground opening his fucking collar i’m sorry i can’t take it here i’m lsoing my shit)

Reo: What...?

Kota: I’m saying I’ll keep you company. I’ll do anything, I’ll even become a vampire!

[winter telepathy time part 5] Azuma: (This distance that we haven’t...that we couldn’t break through until now...after bravely taking a step forward, I feel like we’ve become more connected to each other than ever before.)

Reo: ...Thank you, Kota. Just hearing you say that, I...

aaaand it goes into shoutai here. as always from the wiki

Reo, Kota The truth is I want to bite sweetly into the nape of your neck, and play with the red blood that flows forth Though my instincts may howl for release, I have kept them held back deep inside me If I hated you any more than I do, I would have long taken everything from you To the point that my throat runs dry, my heart has thirsted for it Listening to the tender echo of your sleeping breaths I have begun to learn what it means to fear loneliness

Reo Laughing at myself for letting a human grow on me I walk out into the depths of darkness all alone

(here i genuinely think that reo doesn’t actually bite kota again like he does in the original? like, he just kinda knocks him out and leaves his coat over him like a blanket. which makes me ??!?!!?? like...it feels like it’s really driving home the whole idea that reo doesn’t want to hurt him any more than he already has and i’m bbbhgbhhhb ok)

Reo: Good night, and sweet dreams...

Nonomiya: Hey. Hey! Are you alive? Seo-chan?! (SEO-CHAN????????????)

Kota: ...h.

Nonomiya: What, you just overslept? You had me worried since you didn’t show up to work.

Kota: (running around the room) Where’s Reo?

Nonomiya: Reo? (picks up the jacket on the floor) What’s this?

Kota: (clutching the jacket in tears) He...left me behind... (HE STARTS SOBBING ON THE FLOOR)

Nonomiya: Are you okay...? Hey...

(while kota is sobbing on the floor you can see reo at the top part of the stage staring forlornly at the whole thing. i hate it here so much)

Kota: That idiot...

(it’s in the actual show, i don’t know why it’s not included in the soundtrack? ig bc it’s like...an adlib in-universe but so is sagishima’s thing about being fond of shiki and that’s on the soundtrack. idk man. thanks for reading the vampire gays.)

#mankai stage #winter 2020 #winter troupe #yukishiro azuma #takato tasuku #mikage hisoka #arisugawa homare #tsukioka tsumugi #ueda kandai #kitazono ryo #ueda keisuke #tanaka ryousei #aramaki yoshihiko #november translations #normally the plays end with the play songs so i can just end it at the lyrics without saying anything #but noct doesn't so i just...oops #a3

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herkawaiinovels · 5 years ago

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[SS] Chapter 8

Ever since the day began, the Weiand mansion had been teeming with activity. Today was the day of the garden party. Yet the anticipated request to be Roman’s partner for the party didn’t come.

Nevertheless, Prillance purposely did not send a letter to Roman to ask him to be her partner. This was because Roman had to come to the party and bring Cecia as his partner.

Since Cecia was not formally invited, she would not be able to attend the party by herself. Hence, she was only able to attend this party as Roman's partner.

Prillance was planning to create a chance encounter between Cecia and Ver.

She was going to change the scene of the garden party, which would have been a four-way face-to-face confrontation, into a place for the old lovers to reunite without disturbance.

In her mind, she recalled the split second expression on Ver’s face a few days ago. As she thought, he still missed Cecia.

Not just for his sake, but for hers as well, this plan needed to succeed.

“Young miss. I'll make you the most beautiful woman at the party today!” Mindy suddenly cried out. She thought Prillance, who had closed her eyes and seemed to ruminate over something, was disappointed.

Going by Duke Tonz’ recent actions, Mindy had expected that his partner would of course be Prillance. However, as Duke Tonz had not contacted her till this day, the young miss seemed to have given up. And so, Mindy misunderstood Prillance’s seemingly hidden disappointment.

'I will make you the most beautiful woman in the party and make Duke Tonz regret not making you his partner.'

Mindy and the maids' eyes turned to each other and exchanged a silent signal.

***

Carried by Marquis Weiand’s carriage, Prillance entered the Moran estate. The number of carriages in front of the estate was not large because, in the first place, the Countess had sent only a handful of invitations.

However, the patterns carved into the family carriages mattered more than the number of people who participated.

“Welcome.”

Prillance entered with her father, Jack. Since the status of the invited guests were not low, Countess Moran herself was welcoming the guests from the entrance.

“The Marquis is becoming more and more handsome. And the Lady, just like her father, is getting more and more beautiful as well.”

“The Countess grows more beautiful each time as well.”

Marquis Weiand showed his courtesy through a light kiss at the back of her hand. The Marquis, known as a “middle-aged beauty”, was still popular among the ladies. Hence, a smile spread on Countess Moran’s face. After a few words of pleasant greetings came and went, the two entered the garden.

There were quite a few people. Food and drinks were prepared simply on one side. On the other side, the orchestra played a beautiful melody. The daughters and wives of various aristocrat families gathered around Prillance and Jack.

Jack greeted them lightly before leaving the conversations among women.

“The Lady is getting prettier and prettier.”

“Where did you buy these earrings?”

“Even though your style has changed, it’s still really pretty.”

The noble daughters and wives surrounding Prillance praised her for her beautiful dress and accessories. Instantly, many people gathered around her and she quickly became the center of attention. She smiled and exchanged appropriate words with them. By the time she felt a cramp in her mouth, she was able to escape.

Finally, she was able to look around. Even though the garden looked like a maze, fortunately it wasn’t overgrown with thick bushes.

One could tell at a glance that the Countess managed the garden with dedication. As the annual party grew to become an exclusive party for high-ranking aristocrats, she seemed to have given a lot of care and attention towards the garden.

She saw a tree, carved into the symbol of the Moran family. It was a sight to behold against the broad daylight.

The place was quite a distance away from the crowds, and there was a small stone statue located right next to it, making it easy to find.

This should be a good place to reunite the old lovers. Prillance looked around satisfactorily and headed back to the place where the people convened.

She was able to find the man who was attracting attention among the nobles more than ever before. Many ladies flocked towards Ver as they sought his attention by trying to speak to him.

It was the first time she had seen him since that day. Ver was treating them politely, as always. Hence, the faces of the ladies around him were full of smiles.

Once again, Prillance realized that she was no different from them. All the women looked the same to him. Except for Cecia.

At that moment, her eyes met with Ver's, who was looking around. He seemed to be happy to see her. Prillance pointed towards the inside of the garden before heading there first.

“Lady Weiand.”

Ver, who noticed her signal, immediately followed her. She looked back and expressed her joy at seeing him as well.

She looked like she was back to her usual self. He was relieved at the sight.He had been worried all this time since he hadn't met her since that day.

“You look quite handsome, Viscount.”

It was her first time seeing Ver at a party. She always knew he was handsome, but he looked very different dressed like this.

“The Lady also looks lovely.”

Ver wanted to reproach himself for his short words.

In fact, today, Prillance was really beautiful. After looking around, his eyes naturally stopped after seeing her. She was distinctively different from the past, where she used to show off her splendor and hang all kinds of jewels. Just her grateful and smiling expressions were quite lovely.

“It's a garden party, so shall we take a look around the garden?” Prillance first suggested. The crowds were only near the mansion, while the beautifully decorated gardens were to its side.

Thanks to this, the two were able to comfortably look around. There were also lights installed all over the garden, so it was not inconvenient to walk.

“Did you come with Marquis Weiand?” Ver asked as he recalled his encounter with Jack earlier. He had met Jack and greeted him lightly. Somehow, Jack looked uncomfortable at the time.

“Yes. What about the Viscount?”

“I came by myself.”

It was already routine for him to go by himself without a partner. Cecia had only attended a few parties after becoming a noble.

“If you had asked me to be your partner, I would have agreed.” Sensing the dark mood, Prillance spoke playfully to change the mood.

“But isn’t there someone else?” Ver asked as he stared at her, thinking of Roman.

“I’m talking about Duke Tonz.”

When Roman took Prillance from Ver the other day, he recalled how Roman exhibited the behavior of a man trying to take care of his woman.

At Ver’s words, she nodded, saying, ‘Ah.’ Then no further words followed.

Prillance wanted to talk more, but knew she had to stop there. There were many things she could not explain. Moreover, Ver was still unaware that Cecia was engaged to Roman. Hence, she chose not to speak.

“It’s really beautiful here, right?”

Fortunately, they arrived at the place. She knowingly changed the topic and complimented the place.

Ver noticed she didn't want to talk. But when she kept herself at a distance, he felt strangely hurt.

“Ah, I forgot to bring a drink.”

Prillance clapped her hands and acted as if she hadn't thought of it. Of course, it was a very clumsy excuse, but Ver didn’t see through it.

“I will bring it.”

“Oh, then do you want to be caught by another lady?”

In fact, Prillance would also be held up by other ladies. But she quickly stopped Ver, acting as if she didn’t know the same thing would happen to her.

“But I can't let the Lady do it.”

“It's alright. I'll quickly go and come back.”

Before Ver could stop her again, she moved away with a light and quick step.

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