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fuxuannie · 5 months ago

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❥﹒ken sato x gender neutral reader

✦. synopsis — romantic headcanons about our favourite baseball player!

✦. love mail — i finished the movie and i loved his character development, simply the sweetest thing <3

✦. tags — SPOILERS, fluff, dadgirl kenji, kenji sato x reader, i have not written in several months, i wrote this w my brain off ( ´͈ ᗨ `͈ ) aka i was just SPITTING whatever brain rot came to mind

I imagine Kenji to be the clingy, but doesn’t want to be type. He loves you, so much, so dearly. But affection isn’t his strong suit, especially not after what happened with his family. He shut out emotions for years, at least towards others. So this feeling of love, a nostalgic one, tends to clash with the walls he’s put up. He’ll hold you in his arms, burying his face in your shoulder, only for hours later to cringe at himself. He’s talked to you about it a thousand times, and he’s listened to you reassure him twice as many. He adores your patience with him, it's something he’s never really had.. especially with so much pressure on his shoulders.

Explaining his identity was surely no easy feat, you thought dating the most iconic and popular baseball players was the hardest thing? Imagine dating Ultraman, who came home to you every other week with some new injury. You always wondered why the reason was so simple for such a complicated wound, “I spilled boiling water on myself,” He explains with burn marks that are far more severe than expected. “I fell down the stairs”, he’ll say after landing in the hospital.. It didn’t make sense. And now that it does and you know the true reasons, your concern is far worse. Though he doesn’t mind the extra attention you give. ;)

Meeting his dad for the first time was.. nerve-wracking. You know how Kenji talks about him, and you weren’t sure what kind of impression you’ll make. But here you were, sitting on a couch and fiddling with your thumbs until you hear a doorbell. Before Kenji could even stand, you rushed to your feet and practically sprinted for the door, only to open it slowly and gently to reveal the kind old man standing outside. “Hello.�� Cut to maybe an hour later, you’re laughing at old pictures of Kenji as he sits next to you and an arm wrapped around your shoulder. The two had a long path of forgiveness and understanding ahead, but Kenji appreciated that you brought him and his father together.

Thought the dad was scary? Imagine his daughter. As expected, the moment you walk into the room - distress. Emi’s starting to cry, an unfamiliar presence is in the room and it scares her. You’ve done a few babysitting jobs here and there, and she was really just like a child. Kenji apologized for her outburst and transforms to calm her down, opening the lid and picking her up under her arms. “No no, don’t cry.” His voice soothes her, and almost immediately - she’s okay again. It’ll take a few minutes, it really isn’t long until she trusts too you. Kenji found it adorable, how you played with her so casually.. many would be terrified, and rightfully so - but to him? It just displays your kind heart. My God did he love you.

Remember first headcanon? Right, to add to that, he’s not very good at vulnerability either. He’ll love to comfort you when you cry, or hold you when you need him. But if the roles were reversed? Absolutely not. He’s uncomfortable and you can see it, one look into his eyes and it’s like looking through glass.. he hates being open about his true feelings. Even if it’s with you.. the walls he’s built for 20 years aren’t easy to break, you know? But if you’re patient, and you take your time and say the right words – he’ll crack. And like a dam breaking, the water flows in an uncontrollable wave of sadness. He’ll sob, he’ll break, and he’ll need you more than anything. He doesn’t know how to feel about breaking down, but the way you hold him in your arms and whisper sweet nothings to comfort him, he could get used to it.

But on a lighthearted note, he loves dates! Most have to be in his home, because Emi can be clingy (got it from his dad), but you don’t mind. It’s sweet, he’ll have you play baseball with her or all you do is cuddle ontop of her, it’s the cutest little thing. But other times, when you go out– it’s just the two of you. And upon special request from Kenji for Mina to babysit her while you're there, you two get alone time. and it’s everything to him. The smallest affection has his heart racing like a teenage boy again, wrapping your arm around his, holding his hand, kissing him? Goodness, you’ve got him wrapped around your finger and you don’t even know it. You and Emi are his world, and he’ll do everything to protect it. Other days, you, him, and and his father go out to the home in the woods for some personal time. You get to talk about his childhood with him and you talk about yours. There’s such a tender and unforgettable atmosphere when you’re with them. And you truly feel like you belong.

Overotectiveness, he was full of it. He’s lost so much, and all he wanted was for you to not go either. Nothing, nothing could stop his rage at the idea of you being hurt. You, Emi, anyone else important to him. He’ll take on the world for his family, and by the will of his parents he has. The pain he’s endured, the scars you scold him for so much are for you. If one threat escapes the city, that’s one likely chance he loses you. So he does everything he can to handle it. You’ve never gotten hurt, but the idea of it is enough for him to strive to be stronger.

While recovering from the explosion, you never left his side. It pained you to see him so still, lack of life. He’d usually be pacing back and forth in the room, rambling about something, and when you’d call him a nerd or dork, he'd run to you and playfully attack you with kisses. His arms around you tightly as you two would laugh your worries away, you didn’t have that privilege. You’d either laugh alone or not at all, the pain all too much. When he wakes up, best believe you’re there, and you just cry at the sight of his arms opening. You know his body is far too unstable for a hug, so you squeeze his hand. How grateful you are to feel him squeeze back.

With Mina and Emi gone, the house feels a little more lonely.. but Kenji’s adjusting. Especially because you moved in! He’s able to spend more time with you in bed since he didn’t have to tend to Emi, which was a nice plus. He woke up earlier than you (force of habit.) and he’d just.. stare. Maybe it was a little creepy, but seeing you sound asleep in his arms gave him such joy. He loved the little domestic moments he shared with you, it had him appreciating all the smaller things in life. Like sharing a meal with you, or watching movies together. You made him love the simpler aspects of living.

#♡ — 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 #kenji sato #ken sato #kenji sato x reader #ken sato x reader #ultraman rising x reader #ultraman rising

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dreamofbetterthings · 3 months ago

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Finally Home Wolverine x mutant! Reader

Prompt: “I’ve spent forever thinking about what I’d say to you when I saw you again. Now that you’re here in front of me, I can’t seem to find the words.”

VIP: Logan Howlett aka Wolverine (Played by Hugh Jackman)

Universe: X-Men (Originally Fox), Marvel

Summary: Wade was a man of his word, and managed to get Logan back to his universe, right into the arms of someone he hasn't seen in ten years.

Warnings: This is a different ending from Deadpool and Wolverine. Minor spoilers for the plot. Reader is basically a modern-day avatar (The last air bender universe, not the Jake Sully blue folks lol) since all the good powers are already taken haha. Also, The Last Stand doesn't exist in this universe because I refuse to acknowledge the pain I had watching that movie.

A/N

Holy cow I took my boyfriend to see Deadpool and Wolverine, and we loved it! Originally, there were a couple of stories for these two individually that I had in my WIPS, but I just needed to get a couple of stories out while the movie was still fresh in my mind. The ending might be a little out of character for Wade and Logan, but I had no idea how to end it, so it is what it is. Once again, minor spoilers ahead for the film. I'll have another one out soon for you all.

Enjoy!

Logan was never one to be straightforward with his emotions. Nobody knew what he was thinking, or how he felt about anything. The only thing he managed to convey was anger and rage. Not now though. The party at Wade's apartment was in full swing, and everybody was having a good time knowing their existence wasn't on the verge of collapsing.

Almost everyone, anyway.

Logan sat on the couch and watched Wade interact with his friends, his newfound family, and that damn dog. He watched as they all smiled and joked with each other, passing food and drinks about. It was a domestic life that he hadn't quite learned to adapt. He almost did though, with you. Logan pulls a photo out of his jeans and a melancholy look spreads across his face as he looks at it.

"That's not fair, you can teleport!" Brushing what was left of the water balloon off your clothes, Kurt shrugs his shoulders. "You'll just have to be faster and catch me!" You quickly aim before he disappears again, leaving you without a target.

It was a sunny day, thanks to Storm, and Charles decided to give the students a break. With so much going on in the last few months, everyone was exhausted. He thought it would be a good idea to set up a pool and let everyone relax. Most of them were just kids after all, and they were pushed so much harder than they needed to be for the sake of a world that won't always accept them. They yearned for a day to be themselves, to be kids, and today, was that day.

Everybody was outside either in or by the pool. Students were chasing each other with water balloons and water guns. Others were taking turns jumping into the pool, or playing water polo, or volleyball. There was a barbeque off to the side when the kids got hungry, and of course, alcohol for the adults. The sun was out, and it gave a warm contrast to the nippy water of the pool. The X-Men team, the adults anyway, were sitting in lounge chairs or standing around, making sure the kids were being careful and not hurting themselves. Storm was even walking around and taking pictures of everyone having fun, mentioning she wanted to get them developed and put in a scrapbook. A memento of when life was easier and calm.

Then there was Logan. Off to the side drinking a beer, watching everyone have a good time. He wasn't much for the domestic life, as he didn't make a habit of getting close to people. But, these were his people, and he was thankful to find a community that accepted him as he was, even if he would never say it out loud. He watched all the kids run around, but his eyes always found their way back to you. You looked happy and relaxed, even when chasing Bobby or Colossus around with water in your hands. This was a huge contrast from how you looked during the missions you went on. It was a good look for you.

Logan was pulled from his thoughts when a sudden burst of cold hit his chest. Looking down, he noticed his once-dry black shirt was sticking to his body, water dripping from it. All the kids gasped and stopped their movements. Charles looked at his friend, a slightly amused look on his face. He looked around, trying to figure out who had just signed their death wish before his eyes once again landed on you. Standing next to the pool, you looked around, pretending like you didn't just water bend to hit him from across the yard. Logan did something that confused everyone. He simply grunted, wiping off his shirt before taking another drink of his beer. Everyone relaxed and continued to have fun, although slightly surprised at the lack of reaction from the stoic man.

You had stopped the antics and started talking with Scott, asking him how things had been with him and Jean. The last mission put a bit of a strain on their relationship. Your back was to Logan, so you didn't see when he put down his beer and started to creep up towards you. Scott noticed when he finally made his way behind you but decided not to say anything. After finishing his sentence, Scott quickly excused himself and stepped away. That was when Logan decided to grab you from behind.

You screamed from suddenly getting picked up and tried to reason with the man as he walked towards the pool. "Logan, come on, let's talk about this for a second. You don't have to do this. I'm sorry, please just put me down!" Unfortunately, your pleas fell on deaf ears, and the others sat there laughing as Logan hurled you into the pool. The kids all yelled in excitement. They'd been trying to get you in the water for hours. Had they known it was that easy, they would've splashed Logan themselves earlier. When you finally came up for air, everybody was laughing, and you even heard a couple of shutter clicks from Storm's camera.

Logan just stood there with an amused smirk on his face. You fake pouted before he came over to the edge of the pool with his hand out. "You shouldn't have splashed me." With a huff, you go over to meet him at the edge. "You don't sound too sorry about it." He pulled his hand away and shrugged his shoulders. "Alright, I won't help you out." "Okay, okay. I accept your apology. Would you be so kind as to help me out of the pool?" He reached his hand back out, and you happily took it, only to shock him by pulling the man with all your strength into the pool with you. This got everyone laughing. Scott laughed so hard he fell to his knees. Logan finally came up for air, his poor shirt clinging to his body for dear life, and wrapped his arms around you to keep you from getting out.

He was smiling.

He didn't smile often, and it always warmed your heart to see those pearly whites. Storm ran up and managed to get a couple of photos of the two of you before running off again. "I think that makes us even." You shake your head. "Not even close, however, I don't want the entire school to think you aren't the brooding mysterious man that you waltz around as.” Leaning close to his ear you whisper so the kids can't hear. "So, if you want, you can make it up to me tonight." Logan stays frozen in place, his eyes following you out of the pool to look for a towel.

Storm had the photos developed later that night and slipped a couple under Logan's door with a note. "Don't worry, I didn't put these in the scrapbook. I think the fourth will be your favorite." - Storm

Logan's eyes welled with tears as he held the photo. She was right, the fourth photo was his favorite one. The two of you were soaking wet in the pool with your arms around each other, smiling towards the camera. The picture got crumpled over time, always in his pocket or folded out of reach, but he kept it.

He missed you.

Dear god, he missed you.

Your body was never found when the mansion was raided. He always assumed you were taken and experimented on. He would've rather you be killed instead of kept alive and tortured for who knows how long. After looking for you for what felt like forever, he finally gave up, assuming you were dead. The crumpled-up picture was the only thing he had to remember your smile, your laugh, you.

Logan blinked the tears away when Wade approached. "Hey there peanut. You got a second?" A grunt left Logan's lips. "What do you want?" The self-proclaimed marvel Jesus took his hand and pulled him towards the door. "I got a surprise for you, I think you'll like it. Don't worry about the party, we'll be quick." As the two men walk out the door, Wade pulls a TempPad out of his pocket, and Logan starts to protest. "I'm not about to do more universe jumping with you. Once was enough." Wade nods. "I understand, but I think you might change your mind once you find out where we're going." Before Logan can say anything else, he is pulled through a portal into a hallway that looks like a carbon copy of the one he was previously in. "I swear if I have to listen to another one of you assholes I'm going to kill you both." Wade shrugs the comment off. "It's not another me." He gets serious for a moment.

"I know I lied to you about being able to fix your universe, and I'm sorry. However, I did jump around and find someone that you've been missing for ten years." Wade knocks on the door and then steps back. It opens a few seconds later.

"Logan?"

You stood there, shock and disbelief on your face. Without a second thought, both your feet move until you collapse in each other's arms. A sigh of relief leaves the broken man's mouth as the war in his mind begins to subside. "It's me bub. It's me." Tears spill down your face as you hug the man who you haven't seen in years. The two of you finally pull away, and Logan turns to Wade. "How did you do this? I thought they were dead." The merc shakes his head no. "Took a while to track them down. I almost thought they were dead, luckily I was wrong."

A portal appears behind Wade as he reaches out to hand Logan the TempPad. "I couldn't fix your past, but I at least wanted to give you a familiar future. Don't expect you to, but come visit anytime. My door is always open. We'll miss having you around." Logan took the device from Wade's hands. He starts to walk through the portal before Logan calls him. Turning around, Wade sees tears in the older man's eyes. "Thank you." He nods, before walking through the portal, and everyone in his apartment smiles and waves goodbye, before it closes.

Logan puts the device in his pocket, before looking at his lost love. He reaches his hand out and touches your face, afraid that this is some sick illusion and you'll be ripped away from him. “I’ve spent forever thinking about what I’d say to you when I saw you again. Now that you’re here in front of me, I can’t seem to find the words.” You smile and take his hand in yours. "Well, luckily for us, we have the rest of our lives for you to figure it out." You begin to walk back into your apartment, Logan's hand in yours. He thought about visiting Wade again when the time was right, but right now, he had a life with you to catch up on.

He was finally home.

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scimagic · 22 days ago

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SMG4: WOTFI 2024 Thoughts and Analysis Masterpost

WOTFI 2024 is finally here and I had so much fun watching it! I've even watched it a few times already!! I'm so glad this was my first ever live WOTFI, it makes me wish I knew of SMG4 earlier but alas! I'm still so happy I found SMG4 and it's wonderful community the way I did!

This is one large compilation of all my reactions, opinions and deeper analysis... -es on WOTFI 2024! I will go over the entirety of the video almost scene-to-scene with my OWN OPINIONS! (And yes, it gets hella long) I divided it into sections of the video and even included pictures for viewing convenience!

Hope you enjoy reading essays <33

Warning: Spoilers (duh).

✧ Before The Show

As said before this was my first live WOTFI, since the episodes release at 9AM for me I had to put on my alarm one hour before but I shut it off fhjkdsa

So you can imagine my panic when I had to make my breakfast 10 minutes before it started

Not my greatest planning but I managed to (somewhat) make it on time!

✧ Let's Jump Right In!!

WHUH HAPPEN

Loved the spin off of Mr Puzzles' jingle, I knew I was going to get it stuck in my head the moment the lyrics switched

I was amused when Puzzles re-enacted his life, thought he'd give a little more meat to work with but I'm glad he just explained what we already knew. Some of his charm lies in the mystery that is his life

"So I did what any ambitious, misunderstood young soul would do... I locked myself in my room and watched TV all day!" So real tho-

I'm surprised I didn't see many people react to Puzzles cursing so loud hfdskja maybe we're all busy with the rest of WOTFI but I SCREAMED when he went "-WERE VIOLENTLY FUCKING CRUSHED BY YOU LOT!!"

LET THAT MAN CUSS FREELY!!!!

"... yyyou!" <3

LOVE EVERYONE'S COSTUMES TOO!! They all look great!!

Maybe it's because of the teasers they gave but I thought the crew was going to go against Puzzles himself with the challenges, but pitting them against Mario and SMG4 made me pleasantly surprised (I will be a lot throughout all this!)

I ADORE THIS INTRO SO MUCH!! It's so fun and vibrant and the way it was animated was so cool!! I WANT THE POSTER SO BAD!!!

Haeheh big Puzzles from the website!!

Love how Saiko is just screaming at Puzzles too fhdskja

✧ Fun Carnival Torture Metho- Games!!

I didn't say what my challenge was but it was called Chuck N' Dunk: Who can dunk the other first in shark-infested waters?

It didn't make it but I do see shark-infested waters, so either I gave a bit of inspo or I'm just delusional hfdsjka

"I have to deal with internet comments all day! This is nothing!" HAH!!! THAT'S MY FUCKING YOUTUBER RIGHT THERE!!! (He still lost)

Love to see SMG3 and Puzzles appreciate the beauty of destruction together, gotta love two villains vibin over causing chaos, it'd make for a fun dynamic if SMG4 ever considers it

On that note, when SMG3 tries to shake Four's tight rope I knew that was Three straight up

Even under Puzzles' control, the cast still retains a bit of their personality, as shown here and in the Puzzlevision episodes

Bob has like- the coolest costume ever holy shit- I really wanna draw it some time

I KNOW IT'S JUST A MASK AND SOME RECOLORING ALRIGHT IT JUST FITS HIM AND HE LOOKS COOL

I LOVE HIM SO. FUCKING. MUCH. HE'S SO SMUG THE BASTARD

This is a really funny joke actually

PIE GUN GO BRRRRRRRRRRRR

I liked seeing Karen included in this WOTFI, she was a main character in a few episodes and her dynamic works well with the others! Just a tired mom wanting to work but pulled along silly adventures, grounding in a badass caring way

CHANGE THE WORLD. MY FINAL MESSAGE. GOODBYE!! God I haven't heard that meme in so long

Plus [Italian vc] YOU SONSOFFA BITCHES

"Hope you two have your running shoes on!" said in the gayest villain voice ever, I love him your honor

Bob going for the clown girl instead of the exit is the Bob-iest thing ever and it just drives my point of the crew retaining their personalities even under control, so people shouldn't be surprised when it happens fhdjksa (cus I've seen it!)

FOUR ONLY WINNING BECAUSE HE'S A CLOWN IS SO FUNNY YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND

So... Ben (SMG4's Thumbnail Artist) posted a lot of Gokus when someone mentioned Metallica's For Whom The Bell Tolls

That's why I thought there'd be some kind of reference to it in WOTFI which... now that I say it out loud sounds kinda dumb hfsjdka

But the moment Mario appeared as Goku I immediately thought of Ben and it had me gigglin fhdsjka

You'd think Tari would be in the ducky mini-game but you'd be wrong! <3

Final thoughts of the games, this year's WOTFI challenges were delightful!! They were all very clever from the audience and well chosen from the crew! Congratulations to the folks that got their prompt in!

✧ WHACK-A-LEGGY (aka forgive me father for this next part)

You........ CANNOT tell me he wouldn't treat you right- God- DAMN.

LISTEN. HEAR ME OUT. YES I'M GONNA BE SIMPY IN THIS REACTION POST FUCK YOU.

Puzzles is the type of guy to give you the best of the best simply because you say so and deserve it, doesn't matter if it's as tame as a big bouquet of flowers OR as extreme as absolutely destroying your enemies through the most painful torture you have ever witnessed

He would treat you RIGHT!!!!

THAT IS THE MOST PERFECT MAN RIGHT THERE

Oh yes and I love his interactions with Leggy, they're adorable, yes FHDSKJA

THEY MAKE A CUTE DUO

Speaking of Puzzles treating you right: I am on the FUCKING FLOOR. THAT MAN IS PROTECTIVE TOO.

It's just so endearing to me how protective he is of Leggy (yes yes I know I know he's done evil shit to Meggy I know) BUT LISTEN.

In an actual redemption arc, I can see Puzzles as the most loyal motherfucker that you've ever befriended, that man is going to go to the edge of the earth and fight for you if needed BECAUSE you're his friend and that is so lovely to me

It's cute how he's trying to tell Leggy where to go, where to hide and just how worried he is of her

Mind you, the contrast between Puzzles being worried and SMG4 and Mario wanting to curve-stomp that goomba to death is hilarious fhdsjka

So forgive me if I giggle like a schoolgirl over that man

✧ I'm Gonna Get Real With You For A Moment

MR STINKY

Oh this scene now- lots to unpack

First: Adore how this scene plays out, I love the portrayal of Puzzles' meltdown, induced by grief, sadness, anger and frustration over how things are playing out. It's a big "I'm supposed to win! Why don't you let me win!" moment, I simply adore when those happen.

The pitiful cries when you don't get your way when you've meticulously planned everything and done Everything to get it, and do everything did Puzzles indeed try

Second: The colors, the dramatic red light, the destruction of the park out of anger and overcharging it seems

It's basically a tantrum

Third: The voice acting is phenomenal, and that's been said all throughout the Puzzlevision arc, Brendan (Mr Puzzles' voice actor) is so good at his job- he's perfect in those high pitch inflictions of emotion and the lower threatening tones, that scream is chilling and painful

Fourth: I can try and decipher that blue screen

FATAL ERROR A problem has been detected and Mr. Puzzles has been shut down to prevent damage to himself. PUZZLEVISION.EXE Check to make sure any new show or movie is properly installed. If this is a new installation :It's not: ask your hardware or software manufacturer for any PUZZLEVISION updates you might need. :I don't need any: If problems continue, disable or remove any newly installed hardware or software. Disable CPU(?) memory options such as Unused Shows or Movies. If you need to use safe mode :I don't: to remove or disable components, restart yourself, press :nuhuh: to select Advanced Startup Options, and then select Safe Mode. :NO: Technical Information: *** STOP: 2xREADING (... xACTUALLY)

That last line is ineligible to me but I tried my best for y'all <3

Lots to unpack just in this tiny little message

In his system, Puzzles is programmed to shut down if damaged. Which is CRAZY TO THINK ABOUT. His OWN SYSTEM shuts down to prevent damage to himself.

Also he's SPEAKING THROUGH THE BLUESCREEN, he's actively saying No to "Safe Mode" and REFUSING any repairs his system suggests

THIS MAN DOES NOT CARE FOR HIS BODY (if you couldn't tell by the TV head part)

AND HE'S SO UNSERIOUS HE STRAIGHT UP TELLS HIS SYSTEM NUH UH!!!!

A little easter egg that someone else on Twitter found :)

Puzzles has become a rage horror monster and I'm here for it, the horror elements do go hard when they're played

URGH. AND THIS MOMENT. Many have pointed it out by now BUT THE TRAUMA OF THE CASTLE!! I AM SO WEAK

Puzzles REALLY plays into those psychological torture methods, it is so RUTHLESS of him, intentionally or not!!

✧ STEP RIGHT UP, MY FRIENDS, TO PUZZLEPARK!

He looks horrible in armor despite being everyone's pathetic knight in shining armor FHJDSKA

"You're MINE" I SURE AM SIR!!!

THAT GROWL THO- BRENDAN STRIKING AGAIN WITH THEM VOCALS!!!

AND THIS!! IS THE MOMENT WE'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR OH BOY!!

The transition into the actual song is SO GOOD, instead of going higher like the actual Disney intro it goes LOWER and it's PERFECT for the intro!! It makes Puzzles sound INSANE (RIGHTFULLY SO!) It also tricks you because you know the melody so well until UH OH!! WE'RE IN DEEP SHIT!! LET'S GET THE FUCK IN!

IMMEDIATELY threateningly playful I LOVE IT!!

It sounds so much like the songs in Nightmare Before Christmas, Kidnap Sandy Claws, Oogie Boogie's song, it has their same vibes! The same devilishly playful with their victims kind of vibes and it's RIGHT UP MY ALLEY BABY

It has SUCH an energizing beat too!! It makes you wanna jump in your seat to the beat!

The set up is so fun too, purple is an interesting choice to go with.

I cannot stress enough how GOOD THE VOCALS ARE TOO I WAS ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT

AND THIS PART. GOES EXTREMELY HARD. THEY ALL LOOK GREAT

They cooked with the choir of minions fr!! They sound great together!!

The chorus of the song is just as catchy as Creative Control, I had worries that I wasn't going to like this one as much as CC but I was SO wrong!! It's right up it's alley! They both have their strengths and their unique way of presenting Mr Puzzles, I wouldn't be able to decide which one is "better" since they both have different points to send across

Creative Control is jazzier, it taunts the crew and introduces Puzzles as the master villain with a bit of backstory, it's used to show the control on the crew both visually and lyrically with Puzzles putting them in different scenarios while singing how they can't leave

Meanwhile Puzzlepark, while similar in the controlling part, has more going on. It's not just Puzzles trying to control/stop Meggy, SMG4 and Mario, it's also them fighting back when they couldn't in CC. It also has the rest of the group trying to detain them, mind-controlled by Puzzles. It's crazier than just putting them in shows and popular culture references, it's throwing things at them, attacking them and messing with the world, trying to enact revenge yknow!

I particularly like when Meggy and Puzzles sing together, their voices contrast well

"But it's time for you to die now." Haehah! Hello!! This is the part where I kill you!!

AND A LAWSUIT ARC REFERENCE TOO!? OH I'M IN HEAVEN!!!

The lyrics scratch at a very nice part of my brain, I think SMG4 has always had a knack for rhyming, they've perfected it over the years and it's paid off well

And combined with the change in beat it goes for extra points, mwah!! Chef's kiss!!

"That child is gone... Six feet under right WHERE YOU AND YOUR STUPID FRIENDS BELONG!!"

MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE PART FUCKING EVER!!!! THEY ABSOLUTELY COOKED

IT'S ABOUT HOW THREATENING PUZZLES IS IT'S ABOUT MEGGY STILL TRYING TO HELP HIM DESPITE IT ALL IT'S ABOUT HIM ABSOLUTELY REFUSING THE HELP BECAUSE THAT'S. JUST. HIM. PUZZLES. REFUSES. HELP. THINGS go his way or they don't go at all!!!

AND THAT ENDING NOTE MYYYY GODDDD GIVE THIS MAN AN EMMY RIGHT ABOUT FUCKING NOW!!!!

That was such a clean note, Brendan has an amazing singing voice and I'll be listening to this on repeat for A WEEK

SMG4 RELEASE PUZZLEPARK ON SPOTIFY NOW AND MY LIFE!!! IS YOURS!!!!

✧ In The End... It's For The Better...

They like using the trope of going inside a character's brain/heart/whatever to talk to them huh...

I'm not saying it as a bad thing! It's just a pattern I'm sure we've all noticed! I think it's cute!

SMG4 wouldn't be SMG4 if they at least didn't Try to save their villains, sure there's distasteful ones like that lizard that absolutely deserved it, but all the other villains had redemption arcs, heart to hearts, sympathy before dying... SMG4 is about chances, finding your people and having a heart even towards those who wronged you, even if in the end the worst happens to them

And I think that's beautiful

Regardless of having a heart, however, Meggy has the absolute right to be angry at Puzzles, maybe it wasn't right but I don't blame her for snapping at a kid, that kid Is Puzzles after all

I see two possible interpretations of Meggy becoming Leggy one more time: either- Truly to get close to Puzzles and become a true friend, or simple manipulation to get him to stop. Either are possible in my book, maybe with a little more thought I'd be able to know which one but for now I remain satisfied with being skeptical on this one, I don't care to find what the real intentions were since I know the ending.

Plus nothing is in black and white, there's a lot of layers to Puzzles' and Meggy's relationship........

And speaking of that ending-

HAH!!!!

I THOUGHT THAT SHIT WAS HILARIOUS!!

IN TRUE SMG4 FASHION YOU (SORTA) REDEEM A VILLAIN AND CELEBRATE SAVING THE DAY WITH A STUPID MEME

WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO FOLKS IT'S SMG4 IT'S THE FUNNY HAHA MEME SHOW!!

STOP TAKING IT SO FUCKING SERIOUSLY THE WHOLE TIME!!

IT CAN BE SERIOUS AND STUPID!!!!

Mr Puzzles SHOULD go to the psych ward, HE'S FUCKING INSANE

YOU DON'T GET REDEEMED IMMEDIATELY AFTER ALL THAT!!

I'm glad they didn't redeem him completely! I didn't believe him at all when he said he learned a valuable lesson! I was like No The Fuck You Didn't!

You can have a redemption later! That's okay! I trust the writers with handling the arcs and making them good! And you heard Luke, they might bring him back later! (Which is a definite yes!)

I would love for them to take it slow with Puzzles, not immediately of course, let him breathe and write another arc right now, settle things with everything and everyone and THEN you can break him out, the universe is full of possibilities, and I'm SURE I will enjoy whatever the SMG4 crew writes

Haeheh she looks like a nerd with those goggles

Someone's Artist Puzzles AU just came true btw-

"And Didney shut down..!" :D

The Showgrounds is gonna start looking more like an actual carnival too!! Wahoo!!

I WANT THAT FUCKING HOODIE-

That Puzzle plushie looks so ugly I LOVE HIMMMM

I WANT THAT FUCKING POSTER AND KEYCHAIN

SOMEONE PLEASE FUCKING COMMISSION ME SO I CAN BUY THEMMMMMM AEUGHHHHHH

Thank YOU LUKE AND SMG4 CREW FOR GIVING US THIS WOTFI!!! I LOVED IT WITH ALL MY HEART <33

I would love to hang out and go get some pizza with Mr Puzzles :(

And finally... that lil jingle to end with the rolling credits

✧ Final Thoughts

Believe me when I say I think this is the best possible ending for Puzzles, he doesn't die, he doesn't get completely redeemed, but he does face consequences and he gets a chance for the future, best of both worlds me thinks

I loved this rollercoaster that was Puzzlevision, I might've hopped on the train sorta late but I stayed for all the duration of the ride and I had a blast <3

Mr Puzzles was great and maliciously loveable, learning about all these characters and growing to care about them was amazing, I'm really happy I have a new series I can watch and analyze and enjoy!! I'll be remaining in my seat with my one ticket until I get off the SMG4 train, not sure when!! But until then you can expect me to still love this show, draw for it and analyze it much more than any reasonably normal person should.

If you've read this far, I love you soso much and hope you enjoyed this hell of a scroll, because I spent so many hours on this shit YOU WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND-

K BYEEEE <333

#wotfi 2024 #smg4 wotfi #smg4 #mario smg4 #meggy spletzer #mr puzzles #smg3 #bob bobowski #fishy boopkins #smg4 tari #smg4 saiko #karen smg4 #luigi smg4 #smg4 melony #puzzlevision #smg4 puzzlevision #smg4 puzzle park #sci screams #sci ships

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cottonlemonade · 7 months ago

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Hiii!! I want to send a request but before that ofc i first want to say how i love your works, love how there's another writer for us chubby readers and espc in haikyuu☹️🫂🗣️🫶🏼 i hope you continue to grace us💘🩷

and off to my request if you will 🙇🏽‍♀️ thank you!!!!

for issei, a large *to* medium green apple with a slice of lemon😁

The Coziness Of Storagerooms

word count: 882 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.

pairing: post-time skip!Issei Matsukawa x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff-ish smut

warnings: mdni, nsfw, swearing, also spoilers

request: fluffy-spicy, jealous boyfriend Mattsun

Was he jealous? Absolutely not. Would he shoot the Argentinian captain to the moon or feed him to a business of ferrets when he touched your arm like that to ensure a slow and miserable death? In a heartbeat.

The Seijoh 4 were attending a small benefit gala upon invitation of their former captain. Oikawa and the Argentinian national team were currently in Japan for a tournament and would spend their time greasing palms of potential investors and, theoretically, Issei had been looking forward to tonight - hanging out with his friends in a fancy suit, having good food and most importantly, getting to show you off to absolutely anyone with eyes. When he picked you up earlier he had spent a full five minutes taking pictures of you from every angle, all stunning in your evening gown, perfectly wrapping around your generous curves. If it wouldn‘t have been for Oikawa, he honestly would have just stayed in and ravished you in that dress. Unfortunately (although not surprisingly), you caught the eyes of one of Oikawa‘s teammates and the tall handsome man had been glued to your side ever since. And because his girlfriend was completely oblivious to his advances, you simply laughed along and took his flirting for simple curiosity. Issei really didn‘t want to be that guy that got all macho and marked his territory but… the alternative was watching his gorgeous girl being charmed at the buffet by some other guy and not even realizing it! He shouldn‘t stoop this low. He shouldn‘t turn into some kind of caveman and drag you away. You were strong and smart and could look after yours- did he just touch your ass?! Okay, fuck this, caveman it would have to be.

“Found you.“, a deep familiar voice said behind you. You sighed in relief. That guy was getting way too close for your liking. You turned to Issei, gratefully linking your arm with his.

“You wanna go get some fresh air, baby?“ With a small polite nod to the Argentinian captain you let your boyfriend lead you away.

“Thank you.“, you let out when you exited the large gala hall. You hadn‘t even noticed how stuffy it was in there. Wanting to veer right towards the big glass doors into the venue‘s courtyard you were surprised when Issei instead pulled you to the left and down a corridor.

“Where are you going?“, you laughed, trying to keep up with his long strides while in heels, but the arm around your hips kept you steady.

Issei opened a door here and there until, “Ah, now this looks cozy.“

It was a storage room for extra chairs and tables. Only a bit of moonlight trickled through a small rectangular window near the ceiling, barely illuminating the room enough to make out more than shapes.

“Gee, I wonder what you want to do here.”, you chuckled and let him lift you onto one of the tables.

Trapped between his strong arms on either side of you, you hummed happily when his lips found yours. For a while he only kissed you, getting needier not long after you started.

“Lay back.”, he panted, holding the back of your head so you wouldn’t hurt yourself.

Seeing you all pretty on the table like that fried the last few rational thoughts that were trying to get his attention.

Issei walked to the end of the table and slowly pushed up your dress, disappointed that the dim silvery light didn’t allow him to fully appreciate your panties. But he did grin when his large hand wandered up your thigh and he felt how wet you were for him.

“Mmh, look at you. How perfect you are, babygirl.”

You seemed to expect him to simply pull the fabric aside but he had other plans. After regaining some sense of reality he stopped squeezing your thighs and hooked his fingers into the band of your panties, pulling them off completely.

“Babe, what are you… ah… you can’t just…”, you moaned.

“Why? You don’t need them.”, Issei said calmly, tucking your underwear into his pocket. He pulled you closer to him, leaned down and began to devour you. There was no teasing, no build up, he just. needed. to taste you.

“Ah… oh my god… nghh, ah! Issei! Yes! Oh my god, don’t stop!” The high pitched pleas from your lips made him grip you tighter, his strong fingers digging into your flesh as his tongue pushed and played and flicked every inch of your pussy he could have at once. You reached down to grab his hair, pulling him even closer and he was pretty sure he could die of happiness right now.

With his relentless stimulation it didn’t take long until you came over his tongue. He greedily lapped up everything you gave him, giving your swollen clit a couple more harsh sucks, before standing up.

“Is it okay if I fuck you, baby?”, he asked, still entirely drunk on you.

Issei could just make out that you gave a little nod.

“Use your words.”, he groaned, lifting your ankle to his lips to give it a kiss.

“Yes, please… please fuck me. I need you.”, you managed to breathe out in a desperate whisper.

“Thank you, princess.”

a/n: thank you for the request and your kind words! Y’all are being so cute 🥹✨ this one also got a bit away from me 😂 please enjoy!

#sunnys lemonade stand #matsukawa x chubby reader #mattsun x chubby Reader #issei x chubby reader #matsukawa x reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #chubby reader #haikyuu smut #matsukawa issei x chubby reader #matsukawa issei x reader #matsukawa issei #hq matsukawa #matsukawa smut #haikyuu matsukawa #seijoh four #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x curvy reader

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oxymorayuri · 9 months ago

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𝐶𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝟷𝟷

𝐹𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡! »

𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝐷. 𝑊𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟

𝐿𝑎𝑤 ✘ ♀ 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓: Katsumi Ishizuka

Story: The princess of Tanata

(Long Fic)

➽ Click on this link to see all chapters.

Spoiler: none

Warnings: none

slowburn with plot

Wordcount: 2413

Text in italics emphasizes the reader’s thoughts

Bold and italic text emphasizes Law's thoughts *~*

Tagging: @slytherinambitious - @sassyyassi - @norasincubi - @cottoncandyloverrrr - @one-piece-frvr7

A/N: Hello my sweeties ♡ Thalia is an important character in this story… Even if she's not the main character, I have big plans for her... And to be honest, I've already fallen in love with her character! Stay tuned. I already talked about her appearance in the last chapter, but I wanted to give you a picture of her, or something that matches her aesthetic. I present you; our Thalia!

𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓: left | right

Before you know it, a week has passed.

It's been quite an exciting week and you're amazed at how well everyone has settled in. Some friendships have formed, not only between you and them but also between the pirates and some of the citizens of Tanata.

With a smile, you think back to these days. You are glad that everyone gets along so well.

Law and Chopper told you a lot about modern medicine and you were amazed at how professional they were in their element. Every evening you met for a cup of tea in the royal family library and talked about medicine. Even though it was always a lot of informative stuff, you still go relaxed to bed and sometimes with butterflies in your stomach.. because every time Law leaned over to you, to show you something in a book, you felt the heat building up inside...

With your eyes closed, you enjoyed the memories. You sit on a bench by a large training ground and calmly swing your legs.

You finished your duties a little early and you are apparently the first to arrive at the meeting point.

Ambrosios found a really good friend among the pirates, so it seems. He met Zoro in a pub yesterday and the two of them hit it off right away, or so you think…

Because this morning Ambrosios showed up at Hera's palace full of determination and challenged Zoro to fight. If you know Ambrosios then you know that's a good sign, because he only wants to fight those he respects or puts on the same level as himself.

You are really looking forward to the fight, which is about to begin, and a few others want to watch it too.

You can hear Thalia and Nami shouting in the distance.

You get up from the bench and wave cheerfully to the women.

"And y/n, who do you think is going to win today?" With an arm around you, she pulls you close to her. She's a little shorter and you have to bend a little, but you return the hug by wrapping an arm around her too.

You think about it for a moment.

"Uhmmm, so I've known Ambrosios my whole life… He's almost as strong as Zelos and I know that through experience." Even though you were a princess, Ambrosios never treated you gently when you fought together. You were a worthy opponent to him, more like a rival.

"But when I run into Zoro, it's either that he's training or drinking. They're quite similar in that aspect, so I'm really curious… It's 50-50." You can't quite make up your mind and remain neutral.

"I'm sure Zoro will be the winner!" Nami says proudly, with her hand on her chest. Together you burst out into a laughter.

Together you take a seat on a picnic blanket that Thalia had brought with her and Nami surprised you with a basket full of tasty treats from Sanji.

Your eyes lit up at the sight of the sweets. Sanji even included a little note: "Bon appetit, ladies." he wrote in a fancy handwriting. That gentleman.

Your eyes go over to Thalia, who is delighted with the dessert. Sanji had actually prepared her favorite dessert…

The two of them have started a 'little romance' over the days...

"Tell me, Thalia.. you and Sanji? How close are you guys?" You lean over to her. Your mischievous grin crosses your face. The blonde is startled, blushing in a deep red and is about to tumble backwards, but Nami reacts quickly and catches her.

"Well, it's the same as before…" She runs her fingers through her fine blonde hair a little insecurely.

The backstory to this: This 'little romance' the two of them are having, is truly a love drama...

They write poetic letters to each other, sometimes several times a day! And when the two of them met by chance in the city or when she is with you, they would talk as if they were in their own world. From the outside, they seem like soulmates.

Totally cheesy, but it suits your best friend.

Over time, more of the pirates and friends came to the fighting ground. Bepo came running up and happily called your name. Behind him you can see Law, Shachi, Penguin and Ikkaku following.

You girls give the new arrivals a friendly wave. They joined you on the meadow. Ikkaku took a seat on the blanket and took something out of her bag.

"I've brought us something really delicious!" she happily presents the bottle of wine. Yaaaaay!

You women cheer and pour yourselves some of the wine. You talk cheerfully like teenagers while you wait for the fighters.

Ambrosios was the first to enter the square. He proudly presented himself to you ladies in his golden armor.

"Greetings, beautiful ones. Greetings, my princess." he greeted you separately and kissed your hand. You roll your eyes at him. That Casanova.

"Where is the swordsman?" He asks energetically, spreading his arms. His muscles flex at the slightest movement.

"He's probably lost again." Nami makes a remark as she calmly drinks from her glass.

Your gaze wanders across the sky. The sun flashes through the trees, creating a beautiful play of light and shadow.

"Ahh, there he is!" Ambrosio's battle ready voice brings you out of your thoughts.

Zoro and Robin come walking up. Zoro and Ambrosios greet each other with a firm handshake, their looks are serious but eager to fight. They grin at each other.

"Hey Robin! There you are! Good thing you brought Zoro, we've been waiting for ageeeees." complains a slightly drunk Thalia. She has barely finished a glass and is already tipsy but she's a lightweight when it comes to alcohol anyway. Robin laughs a little at her as she settles down and closes the gap between you and Thalia.

"Yeah, I met him on my way here. He seemed a little disoriented." - "HAH! I told you so!" sneered Nami.

While the men warmed up briefly, people chatted amongst themselves. Some placed bets on their favorite and talked about why they were betting on the person in question.

You listen intently as Penguin and Shachi argue about the possible winner and Law sits between them... The back and forth between the two and the way the captain tries to get out of their argument, brings a giggle from you.

From the side, you hear the clink of swords being unsheathed. All eyes are now on the men, as they stand opposite each other in a fighting stance. All conversations came to an end and everyone waited eagerly for the one making the first move.

You never really noticed until now, but Zoro seems to be fighting with three swords. One in each hand and the third between his teeth. Ambrosios draws his sword and holds it firmly in both hands. The huge blade reflecting in the light.

He has taken the family heirloom out of the cabinet for this fight. Remarkable. It is a sword that has been passed down in their family for generations.

Ambrosios was the first to make a move. He dashed straight at the green haired man with insane speed, his blade pointed directly at him.

Zoro continued to stand in place, his posture firm. Just before Ambrosios could swing his sword, Zoro leapt into the air and spun around to make his first move.

"Oni Giri!" Zoro tried to charge a strike from the air but Ambrosios was able to deflect it with ease. The broad blade of his sword makes it easy to dodge attacks.

With quick movements, their swords clashed constantly. It was hard to keep up, even for you. It almost seemed as if their energy was limitless and you can see the passion burning in their eyes.

They both give their all.

You can see that they both find it downright thrilling to fight with each other. Those madmen. You think.

The fight has been going on for a while now and it looks like that both are on the same level.

"Oiii ZORO! COME ON! GO, GIVE HIM ALL YOU GOT!" Luffy shouts as he jumps excitedly into the air.

The crowd cheered for their favorite every time he landed a good hit or blocked a heavy blow. The fight is even and in your eyes you're just waiting for someone to make a mistake.

You know that Ambrosios is a man of perfection, but you realize that Zoro is also an attentive opponent.

Even when the two seemed visibly out of breath, it didn't change their fighting spirit. Their pride is too great for them to back down.

After countless blows, however, the unpredictable happened.

Ambrosios fended off a strong attack and began to falter. He lost his balance and fell to the ground. Completely out of breath, Zoro stood over him. His grin almost wider than his face. With one of his swords pointed at Ambrosios, it's clear who the winner is.

"I'd say the match is over." Satisfied, he puts his swords away and gives him his arm so that Ambrosios can pull himself up. As they both stood in front of each other, the Tanata warrior placed a hand on Zoro's shoulder.

"You are an excellent swordsman, my friend." Zoro holds him firmly by the arm, returning his words.

"I can only repeat that." The two come walking arm in arm towards the cheering group. This was never about who was the strongest. It was about the passion to fight.

The two have forged a noticeable bond through the fight and both toast to their fighting with a mug of beer.

"Now that I've warmed up, I want to fight your strongest man!" Zoro announces, as if the hour of fighting just now, was a piece of cake.

Ambrosio's laughter was very hearty at first, but towards the end his laughter had a sinister edge to it...

"Zoro you are insatiable." Ambrosios lies down on the grass, his gaze directed upwards.

"If you want to fight the strongest, I'll have to disappoint you. Zelos is currently on a mission and therefore not in the city."

Zelos is still in the process of building a line of defense, in the forests of Tanata. The strange ship still seems to be circling the island and from what the king says, it is now certain that they are not trying to get out of the storm…

Zoro groans unhappily. He looks like he still has so much energy he wants to get rid of.

"But there's one more person." Your eyes go over to Ambrosio's without moving your body.

Don't you dare, Ambrosios.

He looks at you without anyone noticing. His grin widens as you shake your head slightly.

"Is it the king?" Nami asks. Ambrosios bursts out laughing loud and heartily. The young woman looks over at you, confused. You shrug your shoulders a little warily and smile gently at her. You hope that Zoro will lose interest, but unfortunately you don't know him well.

"Come on Ambrosios, spit it out, who is it?" He shakes his battle partner and looks at him expectantly. Ambrosios sits up.

"No, it's not the king. The king is strong but he's the fourth strongest in my opinion." He answers Nami's question.

The people around you are very curious and no one makes a sound.

"Zelos is the strongest man, but there is one woman who is stronger than all the others." Zelos eyes are on you and quickly you realize that everyone is looking at you.

Zoro's broad grin disappears.

"And who is this woman?" Zoro didn't seem to get the message.

Luffy joins the confusion and applies some pressure.

"That's right! Tell us, who is it!" Excited, Luffy gets very close to Ambrosios. Without any problems, he pushes the boy away from him with his hand in his face.

Annoyed, Nami groans and pulls Zoro towards her by the ears.

"THAT'S OBVIOUS, YOU IDIOT!" She scolds him. You can literally see the gears moving in Zoro's head… but there is no sign of realization. Frustrated, she lets go of him, she just can't take any more.

"It's y/n!!!" She yells at him.

In a flash, Luffy and Zoro's eyes are now on you too. Luffy looks at you with a sparkle in his eyes while Zoro's combative grin returns.

"Uhhhh hehe, well now it's out." you admit in defeat "Surprise!" you add a little uncertainly.

You feel quite uncomfortable that all the attention is on you. Of course you're excellent with a sword, but you're pretty overpowered thanks to your devil fruit.

You know how hard the others train and even think it's unfair that they call you the strongest… Of course you have trained a lot and even if your fighting technique is excellent, you think that someone else could certainly be stronger with the devil fruit.

Zoro ignores the uncertainty in your voice and stands up, only to kneel in front of you.

"Princess, please do me the honor of fighting you!" he lowers his head.

"I can't Zoro. I don't fight for pleasure." you reply softly as you cross your arms in front of you. Hastily, he looks into your eyes with a serious look.

"This is not about pleasure. It's about honor and respect. I respect you my princess, so please do me the honor and let me fight you!" His hand tightens on the hilt of his sword. His eyes flash at you with a steely determination and to your disadvantage, the people cheer in unison 'Go princess!, go princess!'.

You admit your defeat and sigh. Your eyes meet his again. You can't shake the feeling that if you don't fight him, he will annoy you until you part ways.

…Until you part ways…

"You know what, Zoro?" Who knows, maybe one day you'll regret it.

Maybe one day you'll regret not showing the pirates Tanata's strength. The ambition, courage and technique.

"LET'S FIGHT!"

You jump up and some of the people cheer and follow suit.

See you next time, kiss kiss ♡

➽ Next chapter

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ilguna · 6 months ago

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last one!! so sorry for clogging ur inbox i hope its okay 😭 could i please request supply run with the second aisle prompts #4 #7 and #21, for clarke griffin!! preferably her helping injured reader :D (ofc doesnt have to be word for word) and! congratulations!!!!! 3k is so impressive and you totally deserve it!!! your writing is amazing! <3

☼ wanheda (Clarke Griffin) ☼

warnings; swearing, death mention, torture mention, blood, ehh gore, kinda the beginnings of a panic attack?

wc; 2.5k

prompt; 4. "Can you walk? I'd be happy to carry you." AND 7. "You can hold my hand." AND 21. "Just look at me. Forget everything else."

notes; spoilers for end of season 2 and beginning of season 3.

“Hey, is Kane in there?” You ask Bellamy, motioning to the room at the end of the hall that he’s coming from. “I’ve been looking for him everywhere.”

“Yeah, he’s in there with Abby.” He nods, pace slowing. “Hey, a few of us are going into Sector Seven, do you want to come with?”

Your face twists, “No, I’ve got other plans. Who’re you going with?”

“Octavia, Raven, Monty, Jasper, and Miller.”

“You’ve got a full crew.” You wave your hand. “It’ll be crowded if I go. You guys be safe, though.”

“We’ll try. What are your plans?”

“Sneaking out.” You grin. “I’ll catch you later.”

You turn away, walking down the rest of the hallway. When you glance over your shoulder, you find that Bellamy is gone, moving much faster than you. You stop outside of the room, raising your fist to knock on the door to announce your presence, and then Abby speaks.

“I was dreaming we were on the Ark.” Abby pauses. “Before we sent the kids down.” She must get up, there’s a sound of feet shuffling against the floor. She sighs, “Maybe she’s in Sector Seven.”

You close your eyes, picturing the map that was drawn out to mark the territories of the different Grounders. A large portion of it belongs to Azgeda, with Sector Seven being on the bottom right, where Trikru is. It’s not entirely dangerous, but with how close it rides next to Azgeda, it’s not a place you want to be.

“We could send out another search party.” Kane suggests.

“They wouldn’t find her, not unless she’s ready to be found.” Abby says. “(Y/n)’s been trying for weeks, she’s made no progress.”

A man clearing his voice makes you jump out of your skin, head whipping to see where it’s coming from. Sergeant Miller is coming down the hallway, lips pressed together, head tilted disapprovingly.

“What are you doing?”

“I was going to talk to Kane and Abby but I just answered my own question.” You tell him, which isn’t a complete lie.

You were seeking them out to talk about Clarke, and they managed to answer your question without ever knowing it existed. You wanted to know if they were ready to send you—or anyone else—out again. The answer seems to be no. That doesn’t matter to you, you were planning on leaving either way. You just needed to figure out if you had to sneak through the fence or walk out the front gate.

With that, you flash Sergeant Miller a smile, walking away before he can respond. You navigate your way out of the building and out into the open. Arkadia is crawling with people, especially guards. They don’t seem to be on edge today, which might help you later when you come in through the front.

You walk to your tent, which is tucked snugly off to the side, right next to the fence for easy departure. You were told by Abby that you should be staying inside of the building, sharing a room with someone, whatever. You’re no stranger to a tent, when you landed on the ground, you opted for one, for the sole reason of the fact that you don’t want to share a room.

Besides, there won’t be anyone to tell on you.

You flip the flaps open, ducking in as you enter. It’s a fairly small space, holding the essentials. There’s a cot that takes up half of the room, with a pillow, a sleeping bag, and a blanket neatly folded on top. The other side has a table that you may or may not have stolen, a chair, and a lamp. That’s where your backpack sits.

It’s already packed with the necessities, all you have to do is throw it over your shoulder and pull out the knife stuck in the table’s wood. You leave the tent, no one bats an eye in your direction, making for a quicker escape. You pass your backpack through the fence, and then carefully move through it, yourself.

It’s usually electrified, but recently they’ve been knocking it back to preserve the energy.

You take your sweet time escaping Arkadia, not caring whether or not someone sees you, because they know better than to send someone after you. They tried that once before, you managed to lose them in the forest in less than fifteen minutes. By the time you were done and coming back, you retrieved them and brought them home.

It was funny. Well, it was funny to you. Abby and Kane weren’t very happy. You got a lecture and then made a false promise that you wouldn’t do it again. And you haven’t had to, because now people know not to follow you outside of the fence.

The moment you’re hidden in the treeline, you relax some. You set your bag onto a rock, digging through it to pull out your knife. You tuck it into your belt to keep it in range to grab. After you zip your bag up, you start in the direction where you believe you’ve caught Clarke’s tracks the most.

She’s clever, and she’s usually very clean with her area, but sometimes the dirt is squishy enough to be considered mud, and you’ll find a boot print. She’ll leave scraps of food, twine, and broken objects behind. She makes an effort to hide them in the bushes and ferns, yet you’re still able to find it.

It might have something to do with the fact that you’re actively seeking it out, therefore making it easier to find. Of course, it could belong to anybody, but there aren’t really nomads around here. There’s the Grounders, who each have their colony to stay in, and then there’s the people of the sky—your people. And you all stay inside your camp and walls.

You know you’re coming close to Clarke, there’s been a few times where you could’ve sworn you were on top of her. She moves too fast, making it difficult for you to actually nail her down. Clarke doesn’t want to be found. As much as you respect that, it would be safer if she stayed in Arkadia, or with the Commander. Being out by herself is a recipe for disaster, especially since she’s not exactly loved by everybody.

There’s a lot of controversy surrounding Bellamy and Clarke. When they pulled the lever, they killed hundreds of people inside of Mount Weather, but ended up saving just as many by ending it there. However, Jasper’s girlfriend was included in the mix, since she couldn’t bear the radiation.

This would make him crucify Clarke. Bellamy didn’t get the same treatment. If he had, then Jasper wouldn’t be agreeing to go with Bellamy to Sector Seven. Then again, at this point in time, Jasper doesn’t care much about anything. He spends most of his time drunk, with Monty taking care of him. You’d bet your favorite hair tie that he was intoxicated this afternoon.

And also, Clarke and Bellamy have handled their guilt differently. Clarke ran, she couldn’t stand to see the faces of those she loved. She didn’t like being called a hero, when she had to kill so many people. She wanted to solve it in a better way. Bellamy stayed, obviously. He’s straightened out, as far as you can tell, just a little rough when it comes to the topic.

You try not to talk about it to anyone who isn’t willing to. You avoid it, pretending like it didn’t happen, even though you were one of the many teenagers that had been ‘saved’. One of your biggest regrets is not listening to Clarke when she told you that you needed to get out with her.

If you had, you wouldn’t have been tortured by Cage.

You’re still having nightmares about being strapped down on the table, being stood over by them, a needle in one hand, a saw in the other. The thought, even now, makes goosebumps rise over your arms. You watched the procedure happen to three people before it was your turn.

After walking for a couple hours, you decide you can break into your water. You swing the bag off one shoulder, halfway pulling it in front of you. You unzip the largest pocket, shaking the water out of the bag to keep any miscellaneous from falling out while you do so. When you’re done, you close the top halfway, before uncapping the lid.

You press the cool metal to your lips, tilting your head back as you take another step.

A loud snap fills the quiet air, followed by a blinding pain hitting just above your ankle, pulling you down to the Earth. A scream leaves your lips as you fall to your knees. The water canister is gone, thrown several feet away from you. You watch through tear-filled eyes as the water gushes out, soaking the soil and dry pine needles.

“Fuck!” You scream through gritted teeth. “Oh, fuck!”

A wave of nausea hits you before you look at what has your foot trapped. You twist, turning to sit on your butt, allowing you to see the bear trap. Its teeth have sunken into your skin, stinting the blood flow a little. It pools in the puncture wounds, carefully drawing lines down your skin.

This is when your hands begin to shake. Uncontrollably. You reach for your bag, being careful not to jostle your leg. You rip the zippers open, digging through what’s inside, and quickly come to the realization that you didn’t bring a walkie. A habit that you started because of the Azgeda troops that patrol around this area, and their disregard for the truce.

“Oh.” You breathe. You reach for the trap, but you stop when knives begin to get stabbed in your calf, moving up to your knee. “No, no, no.”

You dip your head, clenching your jaw as you wrap your fingers around the teeth. You count down from three in your head, and on one, you try to pry the teeth open. Except, they don’t budge, all they do is move inside your skin, and send streaks of white across your vision.

The lightheadedness is no joke.

One second you’re upright, the next you’re laying on the ground, grass blades tickling your face. You blink, trying to come back to life, but your eyes roll to the back of your head, taking you out.

The feeling of needles in your muscles jolts you up, actually awake this time. There’s a girl leaning over your ankle, her long red hair slightly matted on her shoulders. She lets out a sigh, shakes her head, and reaches for your bag.

“Hey.” Your face twists. “Get out of that.”

She stops, fingers pausing over the pocket where you keep the emergency medical supplies. How does she know where to look? She slowly turns her head, familiar blue eyes landing on you, eyebrows raising. There’s a long moment that passes between you two, as you decide whether or not you’re hallucinating.

“Clarke?” You sputter. “What are you doing out here? Why’s your hair red?”

“Hunting.” She tells you gruffly, turning her back to you once more. “This is going to hurt.”

She doesn’t leave you any time to comprehend, much less prepare, for her popping the bear trap open. The pressure relief is immediate, but so is the aching pain that hits you like a truck. You groan, holding your breath, watching your vision coat with stars.

Clarke goes back to your bag, rummaging through to pull out what you have.

“Where have you been?” You ask. “I’ve been looking everywhere.”

“I know.” She says, voice hard. “You shouldn’t be.”

“Why not?” You shake your head. “I care about you and your wellbeing. I want to make sure that you’re safe.”

“I am.” She tells you.

She pours a small handful of alcohol onto a clean rag. When you suck in a breath to ask her another question, her hand ‘slips’, dumping it into your open wounds. You choke, reaching to grab onto anything to hold yourself steady, but you just pull out a handful of grass, instead.

“You can hold my hand.” Clarke says, a look of remorse on her face. She holds out her palm, and you find it surprisingly clean.

The same can’t be said for her face. She’s got black coal smeared into symbols on her face, which you can’t identify. From a distance, you’d say that she’s dirty and hasn’t bathed herself. There is no smell to accommodate that assumption.

You take her hand, squeezing her fingers. She takes her time dabbing around the several wounds. You watch as the blood doesn’t stop, the way your skin moves, allowing you to see inside of your body. Every time she presses too hard, the alcohol will find its way inside of one of the bite marks.

Before you know it, you’re breathing heavily, picturing the damage this is going to do to your leg. The way you’ll have to clean it, a task you’re not up to doing. You passed out due to pain, this won’t be any different.

“(Y/n), breathe.” Clarke pauses, face twisted. “Just look at me. Forget everything else.”

“That’s hard.” You say shakily. “Because you’re cleaning out my leg.”

“I know.” She looks off to the side. “How about you ask me a few questions?”

“Are you sure?”

“You came all this way.” She murmurs. “Go ahead.”

“Why’s your hair red?” You ask.

She hesitates, “It’s blood, from my hunts. I did it to hide myself.”

“You don’t wash it?”

“I don’t want to risk being caught.” She shrugs. “You can ask me anything, and you decided to start with my hair?”

You laugh, and then wince, “Fine, when are you coming back?”

Clarke doesn’t say anything for a while, and then it extends beyond a minute. You’re afraid that you’ve ruined the conversation, so you keep quiet. She sighs, “I don’t know.”

“Have you been thinking about it, at least?”

“Yes, but it’d be better if I didn’t right now. It’s not safe.”

“Why?” Your face twists.

“Just…” She shakes her head. “Reasons, I can’t explain them to you right now.”

“Clarke, you know you can trust me.” You tell her.

“It’s not the right time.” She says back. “I’m going to bandage this for you. We shouldn’t stay out here for long, it’s going to get dark.”

She leaves no room for argument, taking her time with the sterile white bandages, breaking it off and tucking it into itself. She pulls you up and onto your feet, where you lean against a tree for support. You can’t put any weight down on your ankle without a blistering pain going through your whole leg.

“I won’t be able to make it back on my own.” You tell her.

She zips up your bag, swinging it onto her free shoulder. “I know, I’ll bring you as close to the gate as I can. Can you walk? I’d be happy to carry you.”

“I’ve got it, I just need you for support.”

Clarke closes the gap between you two. You put a hand on her shoulder, gripping it tightly as you take each step. “Thank you, Clarke.”

“It’s no problem, (Y/n).”

this was part of my 3k celebration!!!

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blugnettabutterflies · 6 months ago

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This comes with spoilers for Criminal Case: The Conspiracy

(mainly after case 60. Also a TW for medical talk and a lot of injuries and scarring burns.)

So I finally decided to put together an Injury Chart for Jones for what happens in Blaze of Glory. Because I am so damn sure that he didn't just walk away with the repercussions that he got. It must have been way more and I am here to give it.

With that said, this is my personal interpretation of the situation, and screw canon!

Here, the full body picture

And now, some headcanons where I'll explain my position on this situation!

He didn't wake up that same night when he was admitted. There is a possible reason he could have been woken up and it was because of evacuation, but they didn't do it in the end. Maybe they kept him semiconscious to not risk a lot of brain damage since the injuries are bad. I supposed that he was put back to sleep for the next 3 or so days completely and maybe a bit more. He woke up after 5 days or a week. He still gets brain damaged (ill explain more down)

Speaking of injuries, the burns took almost 60-70% of his body, especially on the front side and the face. The face burns were from 2nd to 3rd, as well as the torso and up side of the legs and mainly the right arm. The left arm and downside on the legs were second degrees mostly. That's why he was in a lot of pain as said by Cathy.

Also, he had to undergo a lot of surgeries. Not only to amputate his eye but also a brain/skull surgery had to be gone because he hit his skull BADLY on some rocky furniture, since the blast sent him flying away. Other surgeries were made around the broken bones, essentially on ribs, arms, and legs. Luckily none of the vertebral bones were cracked, so it means that he can walk.

The surgeon also put him some skin graphs at the most injured parts and that procedure lasted for some months.

Another surgery that was done on him (as you can see in the picture) was a hair transplant.

Around the brain damage side of things, the blast caused him to have some alteration in his cognition. Not completely severe to the point that he to be dependent forever, but some sensation weakness, as well as mobility and mainly voluntary movement, which is what causes his prolonged paralysis mainly on his right side. He found it difficult to manipulate object with hsi right hand and to stand for a big amount of time, another reason of why he uses the cane. Additionally, he experienced speech and concentration difficulties.

What Gabriel informed Cathy was true. The surgeon and the staff who took his case had no idea if he was going to make it through the night. In fact, this was because, when they were operating on him, his vitals were fluctuaring a lot. He flat-lined once, and while he recovered quickly from that one, it was a sign that he was a delicate patient. Also, they were in the middle of the neohuman rampage, so there was even more of a risk. The staff sighed of relief when they saw Jones' brain activity actually responding to stimuli after a few days.

Around the topic of walking, due to the blast, he pretty much wasn't able to walk properly anymore. Not only because of the muscle weakness that this caused, but also because the waist bones had a hit too, and walking for big amounts of time causes some pain at first. He was in a way unable to move, on a wheelchair for the first 6 months. He is going to Physical and Occupational Therapy daily to go up some stairs. He was probably able to walk with a roller a few days after the 6 months, only in days when he felt confident. He started to use a cane after a year or so. He permanently uses it.

In fact, I am not sure if he actually made it to the memorial. He either woke up when the memorial was happening or he wasn't allowed to go due for the risk. If he went however, he was extremely supervised. As soon as it was over (or even before that), he was back at the hospital. He did go to Amir and Jasper's wedding 5 months later though, still in a wheelchair to not cause an accident.

Other injuries from the blast also include injuries on the eardrums, which caused audition alterations. He has now moderate to severe deafness on his right side and mild to moderate deafness on his left. He does use hearing aids (sometimes he forgets to take them out in his sleep).

Also, around his still functioning eye, while it's not damaged completely, he has problems with vision perception, making the walking part even more difficult. Actually, all of the tasks he does are difficult because of that at first.

Around the mental health side of things, during the rehabilitation process, his emotions were swinging around. He needed... A LOT OF HELP ON THAT. He was lucky that there was a therapist who decided to take his case and was able to receive all the punches and breakdowns.

There were a lot of nightmares. And I'm telling you. A lot. Of them. He would wake up in sweat and major pain. They became easier to handle with time.

The first time he saw himself in the mirror was... an experience to say the least. He saw himself and cried a lot, to the point that he had to be comforted for a few minutes. It took him a while to adjust. He knew it was his face, but he hated it a lot at first.

Before seeing his face, the visits were very secluded to best fiends and family members. Since his coworkers at the precint were his "family" he would allow their visits. After seeing his face, the visits were reducing by his own command. He was ashamed of himself for a bit.

Still, the team was eager to make him company. Despite him sometimes rejecting the visitations, when he accepted them, he found that it was a nice time. Their reassurance and news about the outside world would motivate him to recover so he could feel it himself.

Another thing that motivated him (or better off, someone) was Zoe. When he was able to move his hands and handle things for a while, he would read almost daily the letter he received back when he was hospitalized from his attempt. It gave him a boost, thinking that she would like for him to still try. It's a good pick me up. (If he couldn't he would ask someone to read it from her. Aside from other letters the team found in the meantime.)

But his big breakthrough was a bit later. He originally was going to have an eye prosthetic, and he was so sure of it... until he got a visitation from his sibling's family, where his nephew told him that he looked like a pirate with the eyepatch. He liked the idea of being something not as scary as he thought. And he, while the eye prosthetic was tempting, he denied it for the moment.

That gesture gave him a complete change of perspective to a more positive one, and the rehabilitation process was actually working even better. He was a pirate in that kid's eyes. So he may just commit to the bit.

After being discharged, he lived in various houses with Astrid to avoid being alone, until he could back on his feet. Sometimes he stayed at Gabriel's, other times at Ramirez's, Parker's, and occasionally at Player's house. During the first few months after his discharge however, he mainly stayed at Ramirez's house, where he and his family had a spacious room prepared for him with a great view.

Since he was on a medical leave for months, he took other activities that caught his eye (not pun intended) and his body would allow. He actually retook his reading hobby from it.

He actually took care of himself. He still attended the therapy sessions, he even went to a support group dedicated to survivors of deadly situations. He met a lot of people and he didn't feel lonely. And saw that there was more life than his job.

At first, he was so eager to come back to work and be useful and worth it. After rehabilitation and the support groups, he started to doubt, until he finally decided that he deserved a more calm life. And with that, he retired. He doesn't regret it. He keeps contact with the rest of the precinct. He still attends to their birthdays.

And he's happy. After all, limping sometimes, and even with some nightmares, he was overall, happy.

And there you have it! Screw canon my boy is disabled!

#criminal case #david jeremiah jones #david jones #criminal case the conspiracy #digital drawing #digital art #artists on tumblr #screw canon #David is a disabled man #and I'll dtand by it until i die.

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xxlady-lunaxx · 1 year ago

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I'm just like you, Nee-san! | {SaneGiyuu}

Theme: Angst mostly I think

Note: Slightly gore-y at the beginning but the descriptions aren't explicit so dw :33 If I could handle it than it's prolly fine!! (I hate gore sm!! Can't stand it yet I write it sometimes)

Major spoilers!! DKT!

The picture makes Giyuu look so majestic (i mean he already is but even more so yk)

Giyuu's eyes sparkled as he watched Tsutako smooth out her dress.

"Nee-San! Nee-San, I'm going to be like you!" he said giddly. "I'm going to grow up like you and be really nice! And then—and then I'm going to find a boyfriend and marry him!"

"Oh really?" Tsutako teased. "A boyfriend?"

Giyuu nodded, then paused. "Should I have... a girlfriend?" he wondered.

Tsutako shook her head. "Either one will be fit to you! I'm sure girls and boys would be falling on their knees for such an adorable Giyuu," she said, laughing.

Giyuu smiled bashfully. "Well... more so for you, Nee-San!"

Tsutako knelt down and hugged him. "You're the best person in the world, Giyuu."

He flushed. Tsutako complimented him ceaselessly but he always was unsure how to take them, embarrassed. "You!!" he shot back.

She pulled away and booped his nose. "I'm sure you'll be an amazing person, 'Yuu. You already are so wonderful."

Giyuu smiled brightly. "Can I help you pick out more flowers for your wedding?"

"That's so random!" she laughed. "But alright, why don't we go out tonight? The moon will be beautiful."

He nodded. "Okay!"

~~~

Tsutako held his hand tightly as they made their way back home. They'd been out longer than she had anticipated and she wanted them home soon given that her wedding would be tomorrow and she didn't want them both tired.

They entered the house and she had a strange feeling that something was off.

The door hadn't been locked.

Hurridly, Tsutako whispered, "Giyuu, go to our room and hide. We're going to uh.. surprise our visitor! Okay? Here, take the flowers. I'll be right there."

Giyuu nodded, confused but obeying, for he trusted Tsutako with his life. He hid under the bed, thinking that they would jump out on her fiancé (whom he assumed was the 'visitor') and scare him for fun. They often played around like this before and Giyuu loved amusing himself with these antics.

He heard Tsutako saying something from the room over as he slipped under the blankets of the futon and made himself appear to be a pile of pillows.

He heard her scream and at first mistakened it for one of surprise because she hadn't hid in time, but then he heard a note of panic in it. The door opened ever so slightly and Giyuu peeked out, confused. He looked right as a fast-moving figure slammed his sister against the wall.

Tsutako screamed again, pain lacing her voice and cracking it to pieces. Blood spilled out of her and Giyuu barely stopped himself from shouting out. He shut his eyes tight as the other figure beat her to death. Giyuu shook under the blanket, pale and terrified.

The figure left, then, and Giyuu waited a few minute in complete silence except for the light dripping of blood. When he was sure the other person was gone, the young boy stood and rushed out.

All the blood drained from his face as he saw his sister, not even recognizable, plastered all over the room. Some of her limbs were missing and blood painted the walls a deep, terrifying red.

Giyuu let out a choked sob and fell to his knees weakly. Why... Why had this happened...

He didn't know what happened after that. He vaguely remembered someone coming by to see what was all this noise. He thought it was Tsutako's fiancé but he couldn't bring himself to think about her. He thought that perhaps something had happened and he'd explained everything but he only knew that now everyone was shouting at him, calling him dislusional and stupid.

Giyuu found himself in a house he recognised but didn't know how to place it. Then he heard a voice calling his name. A familiar one.

"Giyuu!" the voice said. "Come here, you need to eat."

Not wanting to eat but knowing it was impolite to not respond, Giyuu stumbled towards the voice and into the room. A man stood there. He looked kind and sad. Familiar.

"Who are you?" Giyuu mumbled. He realized he didn't want to know the answer, though. But why?"

"Uhm.." The man looked confused for a second, then his expression softened in a bit of realization. Giyuu was going through a hard time, it was only normal for him to be a bit weary of everyone. "Your sister's fian-"

Before he could finish, Giyuu's eyes snapped open and he turned abruptly and ran off, not wanting him to finish. He didn't want to be near this man. He didn't like it. This man had something to do with her. He would only make it worse, he would make him remember.

Giyuu ran for a long time, he didn't know how long or how far. He stopped only to take a breath, his legs weak with exhaustion. He breathed quickly, trying to calm his heart, and he panted pitifully. He sunk down into a crouch and looked around, resting his elbows on his knees to give him more balance.

To his relief, he didn't recognise this place. It must've been far from... there. Anywhere he knew would only bring back painful memories.

Giyuu sat back onto the grass and closed his eyes, leaning back. He would stay here for some time.

And he did.

He fell asleep.

When he woke up the sky was already darkening and there was a person standing above him. Someone with a red tengu mask. Giyuu jolted up, confused.

"Who are you..?" he whispered.

"Sakonji Urokodaki. What are you doing out here by yourself? It's dangerous," the man said, helping Giyuu stand.

"I... ran away?" Giyuu said tentatively, unsure what to say to that.

"Well, bad things can happen to children who run away. Why did you come all the way out here? There aren't many houses nearby," Urokodaki said quietly.

"Bad things already happened to me. I don't care." Giyuu crossed his arms and looked away.

Urokodaki paused and seemed to think about something. "Did a demon attack you?"

"A demon?" Giyuu asked, giving him a strange look.

"Or not, sorry, I heard something about it a woman dying by a demon and decided to see what this was all about."

Giyuu flinched. "My... someone... died." He looked down, willing the tears not to come. No. He'd come here to escape the memories, not relieve them.

Urokodaki's posture seemed to soften and he crouched down to Giyuu's level. "Hey, do you have anyone to care for you?" he asked slowly. "I train people to become demon slayers, to rid of the demons who make the world horrible by killing our loved ones."

Giyuu looked up. Become a demon slayer, hm? If he did, could he... help people like Tsu-... like she did? Like she had done right up to her death..? He nodded carefully. He could be a wonderful person for her. He would save people because she had saved him. "Okay. I want to become a demon slayer."

Urokodaki nodded as well. "How old are you?"

"Twelve..." Giyuu mumbled. Perhaps because he was so young that he wouldn't be allowed.

"I have another young boy your age I'm training at the moment. His name is Sabito. Would you like to meet him?" Urokodaki asked.

"Okay..."

"You don't have anyone caring for you now, I take it?" the trainer asked as he stood.

"No." Her fiancé didn't count. He was... not an option. He would only remind Giyuu of her.

"Alright. Let's go."

~~~

Years past in a blur. Sabito, the boy Giyuu had befriended, died a year later at Final Selection. It was horrible and it brought Giyuu into a daze, but he had to get back up. He had to save people like Tsutako had done. Like Sabito as well.

It was necessary. Something he felt would redeem all the times he'd been saved.

Giyuu trained ceaselessly, pushing himself past his limits.

He became a Hashira.

He didn't know how, he didn't feel as though he deserved this title, but he had to do it. He couldn't back down.

And then... something happened.

He happened.

Sanemi.

Sanemi was rash and arrogant, the Wind Hashira. He was... beautiful. Giyuu loved him.

In the past, Giyuu had thought about marrying. Finding a lover and marrying them. He'd told this to Tsutako. Well, he thought, here was the lover.

And what came after that? He'd said something about wanting to grow up like Tsutako and marry someone...

Only one more step to that.

Of course, if Giyuu lived to see a day he could actually marry peacefully.

He wasn't all too hopeful on that, deciding there was no point on hoping for something so absurd.

And yet...

~~~

Sanemi and Giyuu grew closer, surprisingly, despite their extreme differences. All of the Hashira were having a hard time believing it—including the two themself—but none of them were complaining.

They ended up dating and Giyuu felt himself want to hope for the best for the future. He wanted to think that it would all be alright. He wanted to wish for a time when he could marry Sanemi. Where he could be happy.

But he forgot. He forgot one thing.

He wanted so much to be like Tsutako, he'd been striving to be as much as like her as he could.

He wanted to be kind like her, to help people his whole life and save other's. He wanted to find someone to love and to love him, to grow with him and to live with them to the end.

But he forgot one thing about Tsutako. He forgot that she had died before she married. He forgot that she hadn't actually married yet.

Giyuu had fought Muzan and his Akaza and all the other demons that had been put out there for them in the Infinity fortress. And now... it was over.

Muzan was... dead. He was dead.

Giyuu found Sanemi amongst those who had survived. Unfortunately, Sanemi wasn't in a good shape. And yet, there was still hope. He was still alive.

"Sanemi," Giyuu whispered, placing his remaning hand on his lover's chest.

Sanemi opened his eyes slightly and gave Giyuu a small smile. "Told you we'd get through it."

Giyuu practically laughed in happiness, tears springing to his eyes. "I love you," he said. "I'm glad you're alive."

"Yes, now we're going to marry and then live—actually live," Sanemi said, referring to the plans Giyuu had spoke to him before about.

They'd agreed to marry when it was all over. If it ended. If not, then when they retired. It could've taken decades but luckily, they'd made it through.

Giyuu got up and said, quietly, "I'm going to check on Tanjiro, alright? I'll be back."

"Mhm." Sanemi gave him what appeared to be a nod and Giyuu turned and left, looking for the Kamado he hoped was alive.

But... he wasn't.

Giyuu had failed.

He'd wanted to be like Tsutako, yet no matter how hard he tried, people died one after the other.

Tanjiro was dead.

Giyuu sank to his knees and tried not to cry, bringing his head against Tanjiro's. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm sorry."

Tanjiro looked up.

Giyuu blinked.

The Kakushi around them moved, confused.

And suddenly, Tanjiro brought his arm up, moving as if to kill the Kakushi.

Giyuu moved instinctively, pushing the Kakushi out of the way.

"Tanjiro..?" he said.

The boy looked at him. Only, he was no longer the boy Giyuu knew. He was a demon.

"No!" Giyuu shouted. "Move. Move!"

The Kakushi were confused, unsure what was happening.

Giyuu darted forward, knocking the Kakushi away from Tanjiro's attacks.

"He's a demon! Anyone who can still fight! Please assist!" Giyuu shouted towards the direction of the others.

He heard people start to come around, but he didn't wait to see if they would come. Giyuu pinned Tanjiro down, trying to burn him in the sun.

Why? Why did this keep happening?!

He saw Inosuke and Zenitsu move over and start fighting.

Inosuke hesitate and Tanjiro nearly killed him if it weren't for Nezuko moving in front.

"No! Nezuko! Don't do that!" Giyuu and Zenitsu shouted almost in unison.

Tanjiro wouldn't burn. He had resisted the sun.

Giyuu shoved Inosuke out of the way, not wanting him to die from Tanjiro.

Nezuko was saying something to her brother, shouting. She blocked one of his attacks and Giyuu hurriedly slipped between Nezuko and pushed her onto Zenitsu, trusting him to care for her.

"Don't you dare hurt them," Giyuu said, his voice shaky. "Tanjiro! Come back! Come to your senses!"

Tanjiro looked at him with his blank, demonic eyes and plunged his hand into the Hashira's chest.

Giyuu let out a strangled scream and fell limp onto Tanjiro's arms.

Someone shouted and another darted forward, injecting Tanjiro with the last concoction to turn a demon back into a human.

Both bodies fell onto the ground and Kanao lifted Tanjiro up and away, away from the person he'd just killed.

Inosuke fell to the ground next to Giyuu's body and slowly turned him up, facing the sky.

"He died," Inosuke murmured.

Zenitsu nodded, leading Nezuko to her brother to save her from seeing the Hashira.

"He saved me," Inosuke said to himself, looking at his hands. "Tanjiro killed him."

~~~

When Tanjiro learned what had happened, he'd told them to kill him. He said that what he'd done couldn't be forgiven.

But in the end, Tanjiro stayed alive.

When Sanemi was able to speak to him again, having been the closest to Giyuu out of anyone, had said that the guilt would be enough punishment. He said there was no use killing Tanjiro anyways since it would mean more bloodspill than necessary, and Giyuu had cared deeply for the boy and would've hated for something like that to happen.

Later, when Sanemi was allowed out, he made his trip first to Genya and Giyuu's graves. He had to see them.

First, he went to Genya's, sinking to his knees in prayer and apologizing to him. He left a couple flowers on the gravestone and moved on to Giyuu's.

When he got there, he stared at it for a long time, the shock still wearing him out to the bone. Then he bent down and placed a bunch of flowers on the stone. He sat down and placed his hands on his knees, looking down and closing his eyes.

Why had Giyuu done that. Why had he let himself die...

"You wanted to be like her," Sanemi whispered finally. "Like your sister." He looked up, his eyes lingering on the words, "Giyuu Tomioka."

"You said you would be like her... save people and then marry. You said she died before she married her fiancé. You are like her, Giyuu. Only, more so than you meant to be," Sanemi murmured, a sob lacing his voice. "Idiot. I wish you weren't. You should've lived. Why? Why'd you...

"Giyuu, I came here to tell you that living is going to be hell. More than before. Because you're gone. I loved you, Giyuu. I did. I do." Sanemi sighed and stood, looking one last time at the gravestone before turning away. "Goodbye. I'll see you soon."

{Word count: 2504}

I'm so proud of this. Why? I'm not sure, BUT I AM!!

Also,

i didn't swear ONCE in this whole thing :p

I don't think hell counts anyways..

#sanegiyuu #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #sillyness #demon slayer #fluff #angst #more random tags #sanemi shinazugawa #giyuu tomioka #sanemi x giyuu #kny sanemi #angsty #tsutako

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just-another-boring-bisexual · 1 year ago

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I Saw Priscilla so You Don't Have To: A Review

Before I begin, I should say a few things.

First, there will definitely be spoilers for Priscilla (2023). I'll try not to give too much away, but instead, do so in a way to add context. Second, I am not a Priscilla hater, but I'm not a stan, either. I can acknowledge that neither Elvis nor Priscilla were perfect, and that both made mistakes regarding their relationship. Finally, this is my opinion. I may reference other works, including Elvis (2022), but do not intend to tear one down in order to build up another. You are free to disagree with anything I say, all I ask is that you do so respectfully and don't spread hate.

That being said, let's get into the review!

The first thing I should note is that even if you didn't know who the director was, you'd still be able to tell it was a Sofia Coppola picture. Much like with Baz Luhrmann's Elvis (2022), there's a strong emphasis on the visual aesthetic of this world. Through Sofia's lens, the realm of Graceland feels more grounded and feminine. It honestly ticks all the boxes of a Sofia Coppola film, including regularly utilized elements such as:

The female protagonist/feminine perspective

A coming of age

Visual montage

Prominent soundtrack

The ups and downs of relationships

While the story arc revolves around Priscilla maturing into adulthood, the pacing felt a bit unbalanced for me. For the first half of the film, she's a teenager, and the following decade is briskly told through the last hour. The script tends to focus on the more intimate moments between her and Elvis, so several several major events happen in just a few shots (ex. the wedding, Lisa Marie's birth, Priscilla and Mike Stone, etc.) I get that not everything from Priscilla's book would be present in the film, but I feel like a greater balance could have been exercised.

Next, I should talk about the casting. I feel like Cailee Spaeny did a fine job as Priscilla. Even though she's the main character, I don't feel like I have much else to say about her beyond the fact that she's able to convey Priscilla's growth over the decade and a half span.

Now let's talk about Jacob Elordi.

While he's definitely a different Elvis from Austin Butler's interpretation, I didn't hate Elordi as much as I initially though I would. Since most of the scenes follow Elvis and Priscilla's day-to-day life as a couple, there are far fewer demands of Elordi's character than there are of Butler's. Despite the few flare-ups, his character feels very understated throughout the entire movie. One thing I should note is his constant mumbling; if you have auditory processing issues like me, you're definitely going to miss a few of his lines.

There's definitely been some controversy over how Elvis would be portrayed in this film, and I feel that, in that sense, the movie's going to play out a bit like Barbie, where what you anticipate from it is what you're going to get. For those going in believing the film will expose Elvis as an abusive p*do, then that's what they're going to take from it (even though they show several scenes where Elvis decides not to have sex with Priscilla before their marriage). For the people who have read Priscilla's book and are familiar with the story, it will feel a lot like her book. The main thing is that context is key. Since I'm already very familiar with the story and events, I found myself filling in the blanks in some places. I can only wonder how those going into this with no frame of reference will interpret the final result, especially since the movie ends so ambiguously (After telling Elvis that she wants a divorce, the final scene shows Priscilla saying goodbye to the women she was closest with at Graceland and driving through the gates while Dolly Parton's "I Will Always Love You" plays).

There are a few scenes that depict the darker side of Elvis, but the film was honestly tamer than I expected. Some of the scenes included are the pillow fight, him threatening to send her back to her parents, and the disagreement over his songs. While he loses his temper each time, he immediately apologizes after. The bible study scene shows a devastated Priscilla rush off to the bedroom, but dosen't show anything beyond that. The climax includes the infamous "r*pe" scene, but the action never goes beyond kissing. Overall, the content felt very tame considering the film's R rating (they honestly could have cut one of the two uses of "fuck" and slid with a PG-13 rating). I feel that this tameness is to allow the film to be more palatable to a general audience that may only have a base level of knowledge about Priscilla and Elvis. Elvis' use of baby-talk is heavily toned down, and the dialogue really pulls its weight when trying to provide context and add references.

There are a few things from the book that either I was expecting to be included, or had hoped would be present. While not pleasant, I was expecting "Kurt" to be present in some capacity (they most likely wouldn't show anything onscreen, but enough to get the point across). I talked about the bible scene already, but I expected them to go all the way (assuming the R rating wouldn't have been as tame as it was). I was hoping the interaction between Priscilla and Jerry would have been present, but this did not happen. In fact, all of the Memphis Mafia members almost feel like a faceless mass, like none of them have distinctive identities (I did enjoy the instances of them horsing around and being dumbasses together). The Circle G Ranch is never mentioned, which I found odd, considering in her book, Priscilla talked a lot about their experiences on the ranch after the marriage, and how she enjoyed it so much (I would have at least enjoyed the lasagna scene). The main thing that bothered me was the under-utilization of Dodger (or whoever that generic southern grandma was, because she sure wasn't Dodger). While Priscilla also develops bonds with Patsy, Alberta, and the other wives (if Joanie and Sandy hadn't been named, I wouldn't have realized they were even in this movie), More could've been done with Dodger. In the book, Dodger plays a bigger role in Priscilla's time at Graceland, acting as a grandmother figure and providing context about Elvis. Overall, I would have liked to have seen Priscilla develop closer bonds to the women of Graceland, but there's only so much that can be explored in a limited amount of time.

I will note a few things I did enjoy. Like I said earlier, the visual aesthetic is strong, but one thing I particularly enjoyed were the home movie scenes. The frame was squared, the edges were fuzzy, and it really gave that intimate feel of discovering some lost home movies. I also enjoyed some little details present (Elvis' reading glasses make an appearance!), but these moments feel few and far between.

Overall, I feel like one's own frame of reference and attitudes towards the subjects will heavily influence how one views this movie. Everyone will have something different to say about it, and that's perfectly fine.

#priscilla movie #priscilla 2023 #priscilla presley #elvis presley #elvis and priscilla #I can't believe I spent over an hour and a half writing this

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prikarin · 1 year ago

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hi!! First of all, i just want to say i LOVE Where Winter Crows Go!!! You actually outdid yourself with the game and it's definitely my favorite right now! I have a few questions though, all of them containing !!!!!spoilers!!!! for every ending of Where Winter Crows Go... First question— if Crowe kept up with the blood pact, how long would he live for? Does the blood pact make him live longer than humans since he said he's not exactly human? Second question, how did Crowe stumble upon Winter Hollow in the first place? And third, a simple little question... What animals would Aspen and Crowe be (if not a crow lol)... Okay that's all have a great day!!!

Hello! Omg sdkjgbdksjb that's such high praise, thank you so much!! 🥹💖 I'm really happy to know you enjoyed it!! Questions answered below the 'keep reading'.

Warning, SPOILERS AHEAD!

These are really fun questions! What Crowe means when he says he's "not really human either" is that he has demon-like abilities—the red eyes that let him see through crows' eyes in Winter Hollow, and the knowledge of nature that the red scavengers provided to him. His lifespan would basically be the same, with or without the pact.

If we stop to think about it, it's not a very good deal since the red scavengers have more advantages 😂. However, Crowe didn't think it would take him so long to discover the secrets to Winter Hollow's weather. In his mind, he thought he could figure out the cause in, at most, 3 years. Then, the demon pact could be dealt with once the weather returned to normal.

Sadly, he underestimated his abilities and spent 10 years trapped in Winter Hollow because of the blood pact; with no choice but to follow the rules.

--- As for how Crowe stumbled upon Winter Hollow in the first place, let me expand a bit on what the game mentions: Crowe was born in Veritas Falls, a village located to the west of Frostpeak Town & Winter Hollow. Before his hometown's agricultural and urban expansion (mentioned in the sign that Aspen finds), Veritas Falls was a hunter-gatherer village where people specialized in foraging and hunting—which is the main reason why Crowe is so good at foraging, preserving food and hunting.

However, Crowe hated being stuck in Veritas for so long, so he decided to move to Laden Spring in order to learn about agroforestry and the nature surrounding the area. He got along pretty well with the farmers and was even given a log cabin as a gift, since no one was using it (though, as he tells Aspen in the game, the cabin was pretty run down, at first, so he had to remodel it a lot to make it a cozy place to live). Sadly, a couple of years after he settled in Laden Spring, the strange winter weather began. The farmers and other villagers moved to Veritas Falls while Crowe refused to leave Laden Spring (now renamed Winter Hollow by the Cedarian government). He knew that the weather wasn't normal and decided to investigate it himself. However, as he mentions in the game, the blizzards were humanly impossible to survive, so he had to think about what to do. And, then, right when he thought he should give up and leave, he found Rory, who offered him a blood pact. ---

And now the last question! What animals would Crowe and Aspen be? Hmmm 🤔

For Crowe I can't really picture anything else but a crow 😂 But if I had to choose WHICH crow, I'd say the carrion crow!

As for Aspen, they actually represent the snowshoe hare—which coincidentally is one of Crowe's favorite animals and is also shown on the painting inside Aspen's room—fluffy, adorable and with a great will to survive!

#wwcg: ask #wwcg spoilers #This was a lot of fun to answer hehe

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chiiyuuvv · 1 year ago

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• PAIRING — friend!idol!junghoon x gn reader

• GENRE — idol x reader, fluff, he confesses to you on stage (spoilers), i think thats it

• WORD COUNT — 240

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — (request on wattpad) also im deciding that drabbles dont get a song (since im either running out/cant find a song that goes along with this.. plus are you even listening to the song??? Be honest).. just a lil picture like above ^^

MASTERLIST!

The crowd roars as xikers do the final move to tricky house, the heat radiating off of the fans and heading to the hard working artists.

You were able – with the help of a friend – to get front row seats for the concert, a proud yell of accomplishment leaves your lips as you clap for the boys. You made eye contact with the boy that gave you the front row tickects, sending him a big smile as his cheeks tint pink.

Or maybe it was the lighting.

You werent super close to junghoon, but you have grown a soft spot for the boy. He was always so shy and quiet around you and it melted your heart, wanting to cherish that feeling forever.

You couldnt help but notice how the dancing boy always found your eyes as he was performed, and it sparked something in your stomach. You didnt want to distact him from his job, and so you send a thumbs up and a cheer, in which he smiles.

The sudden staring contest makes you sweat as he bring the mic up to his lips, inching closer to the edge of the stage, towards where you were standing.

"I only met you a few months ago and it feels like I've fallen deeper and deeper with every glance i send you. I dont know how you feel and i dont care what others think.. all i want is you."

#xikers #xikers fluff #xikers drabbles #xikers imagines #xikers fanfic #kpop #xikers fanfiction #xikers au #xikersau #spotify #junghoon xikers #xikers junghoon #kim junghoon #junghoon x reader

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candrawithwip · 2 years ago

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Just going to talk a bit about season 4 of LMK after having sat down and watched it officially. S4 SPOILERS below “READ MORE”

Well to start off with I have no idea why people are so mad at Wukong. He’s irresponsible but he’s trying to grow and improve but it seems to be one thing after the next for him and MK. Sure we don’t know much about what happened with the Jade Emperor but it’s obvious that something happened there. I mean even if his betrayal was intentional, I seriously doubt that his approach to the situation would have been to kill Macaque, annihilate Camel Ridge, and trap his sworn brothers in the memory scroll without explaining anything whatsoever.

He doesn’t communicate well but even when fighting Nezha he was still dropping hints that whatever he needed the Samadhi fire for was no small thing. I think they were trying to tell us something by having his ink self taunt him with the circlet after mentioning he’s not one to allow himself to be controlled. It was also so painful to know that he was fighting to get back to MK and as soon as he found him he lost him again. What more is he supposed to do? He’s basically a young adult forever and he needs emotional support and most of his friends are dead... the man has a literal shame temple and he presumably named it that himself like come on.

I also still stand by what I said in another post my side blog; I don’t think this is the end for Sun Wukong. If their intention was to remove him from the plot forever the broken scroll wouldn’t have been such an item of interest and the fact that MK was able to recover it wouldn’t have brought much fanfare. The broken scroll pieces and Sun Wukong by extension are heavily implied to be important for what will happen going forward. I’m also not sure if MK could handle the reality that he’d never see Wukong again after the way that things happened. I think this was the “beating MK down” season so hopefully what comes next is the “building MK up” season/special/whatever.

With that out of the way there is obviously some stuff happening behind the scenes and I think the Camel Ridge group has done precisely what was expected of them. Someone is extremely interested in systematically tearing down the foundations of the current world order, but their end goal is still a mystery. If their true goal was to bring in a new era then where were they during all of this? I feel like their real objective might have been to destabilize the celestial realm and if that was the case then they absolutely succeeded.

The celestial armies have fallen, and all other major players aside from MK and his allies, Macaque, and Nezha (through pure happenstance) have been removed from the picture; now there’s a massive power vacuum and although the Camel Ridge group is currently standing victorious, their allies are few and their new domain is in shambles. Someone could take advantage of that instability in any number of different ways.

Honestly I think the biggest candidates are Erlang Shen based on a previous speculation, or potentially Kui Mulang since his status is unknown and he has beef with the the Celestial Realm and Sun Wukong. That might be a stretch but I felt like I would throw that on the table and see what people make of it.

If I had to make a prediction about what happens next I think since the scroll is basically contained memory, repairing the memories within it are probably the key to repairing the scroll itself. I think either Macaque or MK (or both - one for each half) will have to go into the scroll and in doing so will learn more about Wukong and his reasoning. I think they’ll come out of the situation knowing how they want to move forward in any case.

Whatever happens they are 100% building up to a “pull the rug out from under both sides feet” sort of reveal and Macaque has 2000 IQ for concealing his presence and dropping off the face of the earth because people be schemein’ and I do not like it.

#lmk #lmk spoilers #lmk season 4 spoilers #lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid spoilers #lego monkie kid season 4 #lego monkie kid season 4 spoilers

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lavender-long-stories · 11 months ago

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Spoilers for I Will Love You | Chapter 2 | Rated T

Hinata didn’t know what to expect. She didn’t even know if Sasuke was serious or if he just had an emotional break. Maybe he was drinking. She passed up his jacket once again. She still didn’t want to make a scene of giving it to him if he changed his mind.

“How are you feeling?” Kiba walked her to her first class.

“Uh… better today,” Hinata mumbled.

“Really? You look a little spacey.” Kiba countered.

“I’m fine. I just had an exhausting weekend.” Hinata excused.

Kiba’s head tilted curiously down the hall as Hinata’s weekend came back to haunt her. “Does Sasuke take this class?”

“No… Uhm, I’ll see you at lunch, Kiba-kun.” Hinata sped up to meet Sasuke and lose Kiba.

“Hey,” Sasuke moved off the wall he was leaning on. “Can I get you to meet me in the courtyard after lunch?” He adjusted his bag.

“I didn’t bring your jacket,” Hinata admitted.

“Don’t worry about the jacket,” Sasuke told her.

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Hinata didn’t know how to answer when people asked her what Sasuke wanted. She answered as truthfully as she could. He wanted to talk to her. She jittered through her class, wondering what Sasuke was thinking. Surely he wouldn’t do something stupid like asking her to marry him again in front of everyone, right? Right?

Hinata glanced down at him at the end of the lunch table, but blond caught her eye and kept her head down. When she finished eating, she felt a nudge on her shoulder. She expected to see Shino ready to talk, but he was looking behind her, where Sasuke was standing.

Sasuke nodded his head toward the courtyard and started heading that way.

“What was that?” Shino wondered.

“Is this about earlier?” Kiba also added.

Hinata collected her things to follow him. “Uh… I’ll see you guys later.”

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Sasuke stopped in the corner of the courtyard under a cherry tree. Hinata caught up with him before he turned to her with a small box with a bow in his hand. Hinata tried to ignore the curious eyes from the rest of the courtyard.

“Hinata. Will you go out with me?” Sasuke was going to do this publicly?

The wind blew past them, shaking a few blossoms off the tree. It made Hinata’s speechlessness feel longer. What was she even supposed to say? What would even make sense? Maybe this would be easier for her if she had ever had someone confess to her before. “Why… ?”

“I’m taking the opportunity since someone else won’t.” Hinata’s heart clenched and fluttered at the same time. Sasuke really did know her well enough to know just what she wanted to hear. “I gave him his chance. He didn’t take it. Now I am not going to hide my feelings anymore.”

Murmurs and gasps assaulted her back as she shakily took the box, opening it to reveal a chain with a cased pendant.

“Will you accept me?” They were really doing this. Sasuke was trying so hard to pull at her heartstrings and be the love story she always wanted. He was successful.

“Yes.” Gasps rang out behind her. Sasuke took the necklace out, motioning for her to turn around and pull her hair out of the way. Hinata’s cheeks burned as he fixed her hair over it. She forced her eyes to the ground to avoid his eyes.

Sasuke leaned close to her ear to whisper. “Thank you.”

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Hinata twiddled the necklace between her fingers, staring blankly out the window at the leaf dancing in the breeze, not helping her to get the picture of the confession out of her mind. Sasuke was out of his mind. She couldn’t believe he had thought this up. She couldn’t believe she agreed to it. She rolled the pendant around in her fingers. It had seams down the side. It must be a locket. It was big enough to have pictures or something else inside. She tried to open it, but it didn’t budge. She was either wrong, or it was locked.

It was beautiful and simple. How had Saske found something that fit her so perfectly? Maybe they did know each other too well.

“Hinata.” Hinata heard her name called.

“Hmm?” Hinata closed her hand around the pendant.

“You coming?” Kiba called from the classroom door. Oh, it was nearly time for her next class.

“Oh, sorry.” Hinata jumped up to follow him.

“You seem to be the only one on campus who isn’t lively today.” Kiba chuckled. Shino eyed her as he fell in line to her other side. Hinata ducked her head. Kiba rambled on like usual until. “…and there is some buzz about Sasuke finally confessing to a girl.”

Hinata stumbled over her own feet and cleared her throat.

“Did you hear who?” Shino raised an eyebrow at Hinata. “Did he tell you after lunch?” Cruel. He knew already.

Kiba shrugged, missing context. “I only heard it. I can’t imagine who. Can you even think of a time he’s been nice to a girl?”

“He’s… always been nice to me,” Hinata gave a pout to Shino.

“You’re special, Hinata. You’re hard to hate, and everyone knows who you like.” That earned him a swat in the back of the head from Shino reaching behind her. “Ow!”

Shino steered the conversation back. “Yeah, you are the one girl I can think of that he’s never rejected.”

Hinata let her face scrunch. “Shino-kun…”

“I’m not telling him,” Shino turned his head away. So cruel.

“Telling me what?” Kiba wondered. “Do you know? Wait… It’s not a boy, is it?”

“No.” Hinata muscled out. “Kiba-kun, the girl Sasuke-san confessed to … was me.”

“Mie who.” Kiba wondered.

Shino and Hinata stopped to stare at Kiba in disbelief as he took a few seconds to process, and his eyes widened. “No…”

Hinata nodded. “After lunch.”

“What?!” Kiba barked.

Hinata waved her hands. “I wasn’t expecting it. I just thought he just wanted his jacket back.” She lied.

“His jacket?” Shino asked.

“He gave it to me last week. When I was having a bad day.” Hinata didn’t want to think about that day. “I got caught in the rain. That’s why he bought me the immune booster.”

“Well?” Shino asked.

Kiba nudged him. “Well, what? It’s not like she accepted.” Hinata shrank guiltily. “What?!”

Hinata shushed him, pushing them both to start walking again. “We… are going to give it a try.”

“But what about Naruto?” Kiba sliced her heart. “Hinata, that was just last week.”

“I think she knows.” Shino scolded.

“It’s just… I know what it’s like having a crush that long,” Hinata explained. “And I can’t hold on to someone who’s rejected me.”

“So he just waited until you got rejected to ask you?” Shino asked.

“He said he was giving Naruto-kun a chance.” Hinata corrected.

“I don’t know. Hinata, this feels too quick after you got your heart broken.” Kiba voiced.

“He knows… and I think he is going to be patient with me,” Hinata reassured him. “I’m fine. I am happy someone likes me.” Hinata gave them a smile. It was only a little forced.

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Sasuke leaned against the wall next to her classroom door as it emptied. Hinata walked right past him. He broke into a smile. Oblivious.

Sasuke caught her wrist before she got far. Hinata squeaked before she recognized him. “Oh.” Sasuke slid his hand down to take hers. She puffed out her cheeks. “Sasuke-san…” She was so easily embarrassed.

“What? I can’t hold my girlfriend’s hand?” Sasuke grinned.

Hinata hung her head, trying to hide her red face. “Don’t tease me.”

“I’m not.” Sasuke chuckled. “But your reaction is cute.” Hinata whimpered. Okay, that was teasing. “Come on, let’s go.”

“What? Where?” Hinata stumbled behind him.

“Our first date,” Sasuke told her.

“You’re taking this very seriously,” Hinata grumbled.

“Of course.” Sasuke pulled her. “I will be the boyfriend you always wanted.”

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Hinata’s heart pounded. She could feel blood rush to her ears. Sasuke was taking this too seriously! He didn’t need to make her head rush! Sasuke tugged her towards his motorbike. “Wait.” Hinata squeaked. “I’ve never ridden a motorcycle before.”

“Don’t worry, I have,” Sasuke told her smugly, handing her a helmet. Hinata hesitated, so he placed it on her head, latching it for her. “I won’t go fast. I know you’re not a thrill-seeker.”

Hinata huffed as he flipped down the visor.

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Ino took a picture and wondered what she should do. Should she send it to Sakura? Sakura skipped classes for an interview. It would be a nasty surprise tomorrow morning, but she would find out either way. The whole campus knew by now that Sasuke confessed to a girl. But Hinata Hyuga? The one girl who was never interested? Sakura would be livid.

Ino held the phone to her chest. She had never seen Sasuke smile like that before. It was like they had been together for ages, not a few hours. He must really like her. A small tear in her heart made itself known, she let go of her old crush, but she knew someone who hadn’t.

Her finger hovered over the send button but passed it up for delete.

Maybe Naruto would have his chance now.

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Sasuke held out her caramel cream latte. Hinata took a sip. Would it be more or less interesting to be in a relationship with some when you knew everything about them already? Not like he knew what a normal relationship felt like.

“How has your brother been?” Hinata asked.

Sasuke rested back and sighed. “I honestly couldn’t tell you. He doesn’t want to talk about it.”

“I’m not surprised. I’m sure he doesn’t want you to dwell on it.” Hinata mumbled into her cup.

“How do you feel?” Sasuke waved his hand between them. “About this.” Hinata’s face told all. It melted in a range of emotions, mainly discomfort, and embarrassment. Sasuke chuckled. “Don’t worry. Only the confession had to be public.”

“I just…” Hinata lowered her face into her coffee. “It just feels… weird.”

“I think we will get used to it. All relationships have an awkward phase.” Sasuke sipped his coffee.

“Most people go through a honeymoon phase at the same time.” Hinata countered.

“Just wait.” Sasuke earned himself a look. “How have you been feeling about everything else?”

Hinata shrugged. “I haven’t thought about it. Father’s been ignoring me, and I forgot my confession last week until Kiba-kun mentioned it. There’s just too much going on.”

“That’s good,” Sasuke concluded. “Wouldn’t want my girlfriend thinking about other boys.” Hinata flushed. Sasuke was going to have too much fun with this. “Do I get a -kun?” Hinata frowned at him. “Naruto did.” Sasuke defended. “You know what? That makes it undesirable.”

Hinata giggled, then her face fell in thought. “Does he know yet?”

Sasuke shrugged. “If he does, he didn’t mention it to me. Knowing him, he will be the last to know.” Her face fell. “Sorry, bad wording.”

“No, I need to move on from it. It’s not fair to you.” Hinata mumbled.

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Hinata got off the bike and handed Sasuke back his helmet. “You know I can pick you up in the morning.”

Hinata shook her head. “I think I should tell my father before you show up when he’s leaving for work.”

Sasuke reached forward, detangling her bangs that suffered from the helmet. “No better way to tell him than show up.”

Hinata frowned at him. “You’re going to show up even if I tell you not to, aren’t you?”

“No. I’ll let you decide.” Hinata felt her heart rate pick up. “We are in this together. I’m not making this uncomfortable for you if it’s not what you want to do.”

Hinata thought for a moment, though her heart pounding was distracting. “Show up early tomorrow, I’ll tell him tonight, and then we won’t be late when he wants to make it a problem in the morning.”

Sasuke smiled. “That’s why you’re the smart one. I’m just pretty.” Hinata giggled. “I’ll get going then.” Sasuke looked to the side, opening one arm.

Hinata was confused by the pose. Oh, a hug. Hinata hesitantly wrapped her arms around his waist inside his open jacket. It was warm and felt too intimate. Sasuke tucked his arm around her and held it for a moment. Hinata could feel her blood rushing too quickly. She backed up and bowed her head, rushing inside.

On the other side of the door, Hinata shook her head to get rid of the dizziness. She was not going to faint over a hug from Sasuke Uchiha.

I Will Love You

Pairing: Sasuke x Hinata Rating: T

Description: Hinata and Sasuke make a desperate deal. Can they intentionally fall in love?

Image by Don Kawahigashi

#sasuke x hinata #Hinata Hyuga #hinata hyuuga #sasuhina #sasuke uchiha #full chapter #i will love you

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emma-frxst · 2 years ago

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The Implicit Demand For Proof (13)

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Pairing: Detective David Loki x reader

Summary: you, a forensic psychologist, get called in on a high priority child abduction case in Conyers, PA. What happens when you catch feelings for the mysterious detective Loki?

Warnings: spoilers for the movie, movie level violence, slight change of events, language.

A/N- omg you guys!!!! Only one more chapter after this and the series will be complete! I’m yelling! But fret not dear friends!! If you love our fave detective and forensic psychologist!Reader, I’m going to be writing a continuation of this series! My new fic Choking on Circumstances will be out soon! Check my masterlist for more deets! (Saying deets like I’m in the mid 2000s) if you want more Loki content feel free to send me a request and check my masterlist for other Loki content ;)

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“Hey guys let us have a look.” Rich from forensics said as you followed him into Bob Taylor’s back yard.

The two people digging backed off so you three could see.

“Two kids size department store mannequins with the heads caved in.

I just talked to our lab guys they told me all the blood we sampled from the plastic containers? Pigs blood.”

“Shit.” You remarked in disbelief. You had seen some shit but this was on your top 10 list of creepy things for sure.

You followed Rich and Loki inside the home, loki stopping to hold the door open for you. Ah so chivalry still isn’t dead.

You offered him a quiet “thanks.”

You and Loki followed him into the kitchen.

“It’s like he’s play acting. Case in-point: except for the few items ID’d by the Dovers and the Birches..All the kids clothes that we found still have the tags on them them.”

You were right- you were fucking right.

Queue ego boost in 3..2..1.

“And that maze book that we found- he made it. Photocopies. Pictures form this book we found in the attic. Ex FBI agent wrote that.” Rich explained as you and Loki leaned in over his shoulder.

“Finding the invisible man.” Loki read.

You hid your shit- eating grin by putting your hand to your face and resting it there. You were right. You knew it, and now Loki had his precious evidence to back it up. You had been quiet all morning, chalk it up to exhaustion or frustration with Loki -either would be a good excuse.

“OK, so he read the book and decided he was taken by the invisible Man. Now he’s doing his best imitation, right?”

“Yeah, he was doing his best imitation..killed himself last night.”

“How’d he do that? I thought he was in custody?”

Loki sauntered away from the counter at which you and Rich were standing, avoiding the question.

He looked at the scribbles on the kitchen wall.

“That means you were right, (l/n), holy shit. Tell him- tell Rich what you told me last night.”

Oh so now he wants to hear your theory? Where was his enthusiasm last night?

“My theory, now proved right, is he’s taking credit for someone else’s work.” You explained. “That he’s too disorganized for something of this scale. Couldn’t take one kid, let alone two.”

“Well, Dr. (l/n), I’d say the evidence definitely proves you right. The girls are still out there. Just keep knocking on doors and looking in windows.”

Before you could get another word in Loki was speaking again.

“Hey Taylor drew this.” Loki said pulling out the piece of paper. “Its a map to the bodies. It’s a map to the bodies! We found the same design on a pendant we pulled off the corpse the other day. There’s a connection. There’s a connection okay?”

“The connection is that it’s the last maze in the book. I did it, it’s unsolvable. There’s no way out. Your corpse is another wanna be who read the book. “ Rich said dismissively.

You walked away from where the two were standing, running your hand along the kitchen wall. A cold chill ran down your spine, Taylor’s home was disturbing to say the least, and yet you found yourself wishing that he could’ve gotten the psychological help he needed.

“but-but- How did Bob Taylor get those clothes? How did- how did- how did the parents positively ID those clothes?!” Loki questioned, now yelling.

“That I can’t reconcile.” He said, walking into the living area.

You leaned against the wall, crossing your arms. The question still stood- how did the parents identify the clothes? You’d been racking your brain all night to find a answer. You didn’t have one. Yet.

You looked at Loki and you knew that look; you could see the cogs in his brain turning.

He pulled out his notebook. You leaned in beside him to see what he was doing.

He flipped a few pages back.

In the house

window

-Open?

You both looked at each other and had the same revelation.

“The window!” You said in unison.

“The piece of clothing Keller Dover ID’d was a sock. One sock.” Loki said, holding up his index finger. “Maybe- maybe there’s evidence still there!”

“Let’s go” you said, heading for the car, David on your heels.

While en route to the Dover residence, Loki kept stealing glances at you.

You stared out the window, pretending not to notice.

“You can say it.” He blurted out.

“Say what?”

Either she was naïve, or someone who didn’t hold grudges. And Loki knew she wasn’t naïve.

“You can say ‘ I told you so.’ “

“Loki-“ you huffed.

“Look uh- I’m uh, I’m sorry. For last night.” He blurted out.

“I appreciate the apology, Loki.” You said. “I know we’re under a lot of stress and this case hasn’t made a whole lotta sense, But I want you to know that I’m not the type to say ‘I told you so’. It’s not helpful. To anyone.”

Loki stayed silent for a few moments for fear of feelings gushing out of him like a raging river. She was so nice and understanding and empathetic. He wasn’t used to others acting so kindly towards him.

“I really am sorry, (y/n), yesterday I was so caught up in thinking Bob’s suicide was my fault and that I had royally fucked up our only chance to find the girls.. I thought all hope was lost. When you offered me hope, I just couldn’t believe it.”

“Thank you for sharing, Loki. I know it’s not easy to let others in.” You said, satisfied to get a genuine emotional response from the man.

Loki smirked as he thought to himself.

She said that as if she’s not the reason I’m opening up. I’ve known O’Malley, Rich, and Chemelnski for years and ain’t never opened up to them. I don’t know what’s gotten in to me..well I do actually…it’s her.. her presence is..comforting.

“You should know that It was highly likely that Bob Taylor would have spiraled and become suicidal anyways or would have eventually gained confidence to actually kidnap someone.” You explained, hoping to ease Loki’s burden.

Loki glanced at you once again with an unreadable expression.

“Yesterday Keller Dover told me this was all my fault. That I wasted too much time watching him. It’s not Taylor I feel guilty about. It’s the girls.”

“We’ll find them.” You reassured him.

“You think they’re alive?”

You shrugged your shoulders “we can hope.”

The car pulled to a screeching halt in front of the Dover’s house.

Loki bolted out of the car and around to the back of the house. You not far behind.

Loki then jumped over the chain link fence with ease, and you followed, albeit a bit less graceful than the detective. All the days you spent doing nothing but office work were catching up with you.

You and Loki began to search the area, you looked for footprints, clothing fibers, anything that suggested Bob had been there.

There, in the mud, was your confirmation.

Footprints. You counted yourself lucky that they were still there, it had been wet and rainy the past week so the yard was muddy and slick.

Loki knelt down to the ground under the window, his eyes frantically searching the area.

He was a bit of a mess with strands of hair hanging down around his face and his five o clock shadow peeking through. He was so attractive it was almost unreal.

“Look!” Loki said, crouching down to dig in the bush.

Loki held up Anna Dover’s matching sock with a pen.

Your eyes grew wide. “Well, I’ll be damned.” You said, crouching down next to him.

You were perplexed as how Bob pulled this off without being seen.

“Hell, if Keller Dover was out and about doing God knows what and Grace Dover has been hopped-up on sleeping pills this whole time, he may have been able to slip in undetected.” You stated.

“Yeah.” Loki agreed.

“You got an evidence bag?” He asked.

“Fresh out.” You replied. You prided yourself on being prepared. But that didn’t mean you stashed evidence bags in your pockets.

“Got some in the trunk, also a camera to document the footprints.”

“Got it, I’ll grab them.” You said searching for a gate or break in the fence. Apparently the Dover’s didn’t believe in a gate of sorts, so you had no choice but to hop the fence again.

After retrieving the items from the trunk, you handed them to Loki before jumping back over the fence.

You hoisted yourself over the metal chain link, but the slick leaves and mud got the better of you as your feet were swept out from under you.

But just before you hit the ground, a pair of very strong arms caught you.

“I got you.” Loki spoke softly, bringing you back to a standing position.

“Thanks.” You replied, locking eyes with the detective.

Once again you and Loki found yourselves in very close proximity to one another, his hands were not leaving your body and you certainly were not complaining.

Out of pure instinct, you reached up to brush the fallen strands of hair from David’s eyes.

He immediately grew stiff at your touch, shocked at the sudden intimate gesture.

He took a step back, releasing his grasp on you. Though he instantly regretted it after seeing the look of rejection on your face.

He internally cursed himself…first time someone touched him like that in years and he freaked out.

Stupid

“Uh..” he stuttered, “sorry…I- uh..we should get back. Get a definitive match on these footprints.”

You awkwardly cleared your throat.

“No, yeah, we should.” You agreed, the barely noticeable waiver in your voice was like a punch straight to Loki’s gut.

He wanted to explain..It’s not you, it’s me. It’s my trauma, my past. I’m sorry. I want nothing more than to kiss you right now. But I’m scared.

But he stayed silent. And so did (y/n).

Back at the station, Loki was in the forensics lab with Rich comparing the footprints.

“Yeah they’re definitely a match.” Rich said confidently. “It’s the exact same shoe Taylor was wearing when night shift processed the scene in the interrogation room.”

“Alright, thanks”. Loki said and turned to leave.

“You should tell her how you feel.”

Loki stopped in his tracks.

“What?”

“(L/N)..you should tell her.”

Loki always prided himself on being able to hide his feelings, to push them down so far they didn’t show, but apparently he wasn’t as good at it as he thought.

“Wha-how did you know-?”

“Loki, I’ve known you for a long time.” Rich said. “It’s the way you look at her.”

“And how am I looking at her?” Loki hissed, putting his hands on his hips.

“Without the same scowl you have with everyone else.”

Okay maybe Rich was onto something. “But..but she’s going home to DC when the case is over. I-“

“Yeah. That’s exactly that’s why you should do something about it now. Washington DC is not that far from here; couple hours drive at most. She obviously cares about you, and besides…It’s about time you had something more than work in your life.”

Loki walked off without saying anything, too busy pondering the wise words Rich had given him.

Maybe he was right. Loki hadn’t felt this way towards anyone in ages. He had two chances to kiss her and fumbled each one. Keller Dovers’ words about wasting time echoed in his mind. With a sudden surge of confidence, Loki decided right then and there that he was done wasting time.

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Make a Memory (Chp.5)

Summary: Lillian decides to stay with the Winchesters to help out with an enemy.

Warnings: Mild spoilers from seasons 8-15

Word Count: 1.3k

Song:

Hey kids

A/N: Chapter 5!!! I hope you enjoy this chapter!! @gingernut1314 beta read this for me!

Dean

“I got something,” I told Sam, who was sitting across from me. “Two women are dead and they have a suspect. But get this, they found their suspect at the scene of the crime placing a little bag in the third woman's purse.” I turned my computer around for Sam to see.

“Witches.” Sam said as he read the article.

“Yup, it's an in and out job. We just have to go down to the police station and gank the bitch and that's it.”

“Alright, let's go.” He started to stand up from his seat.

I started to get up as well but I heard footsteps come into the library. I turned my head to see who it was and I found Lillian walking toward us.

“Where are you guys going?” She asked with a warm smile on her face. I love that smile. It makes me feel all nice inside.

Ew, that's such a chick thing to say.

“We're going to go kill this witch.” Sam flipped the computer around so she could see the picture of the suspect.

Lillian froze in her tracks and her smile faded into what looked like fear.

“What?” I asked her, her eyes never leaving the picture of the witch.

Lillian

Shit.

I stood there frozen for a minute trying to convince myself that I wasn't looking at a picture of her.

I thought that she only stayed in Scotland. She used to do all her business from Scotland. She just sent out her followers to do her dirty work.

“What?” Dean asked me. My head snapped up to look at him. Dean and Sam were both standing on either side of the table. Dean had a red and black plaid shirt on with a black shirt underneath it, and he had a pair of jeans on. Sam had a blue plaid shirt on and also wearing a pair of jeans.

Something I will never understand about hunters is why they wear so many layers. Like doesn't it get hot when they're fighting? I don't understand the logic behind it.

“Lillian? Are you ok?” Dean asked, inching closer to me.

“Yes! Great! I just forgot to tell you guys that I'm actually just about to leave.” I informed them, turning around to walk away when suddenly I got pulled back by my wrists.

“Hey! What are you doing?” I shouted at Dean who was putting those handcuffs back on my wrists. “Dean!”

“I'm sorry, but if you're going to react to just a picture of a witch like that then we need to ask a few questions.” I looked at Dean and then to Sam and back again.

“Let me go!” I yelled at Dean, trying to get out of his hold. He yanked me down by my arms to make me sit down in one of the chairs.

“What do you want?” I asked with a deep sigh. Sam walked around to the side of the table where me and Dean were.

“Who is this? And why did you look so scared of her?” Sam placed the computer down in front of me. “Please Lillian.” Sam gently whispered. I looked down at the screen and sighed.

“She's the leader of a very powerful coven. They disguise themselves as a church.” Sam and Dean glanced at each other. “I'm not part of it, don't worry. I used to be, a very long time ago, but I left once I learned what they were planning.”

Dean stepped forward taking the cuffs key out of his back pocket. “What were they planning?” He asked as he unlocked the cuffs on my wrists.

“That's not important. What is important is that they can't do it without me. That's why I haven't stayed in one spot for too long.”

“So what you're saying is that she knows we would see it, and you would see it?” Dean folded his arms.

“I don't know. All I know is that if she's close then she can feel me here.” I stood up from the chair I was sitting on. “Now can I please go?” I begged.

“No, whatever they're planning, they need you? Correct?” Sam asked me looking down at the floor. He looked like he was thinking hard about something.

“Yes, Sam, so I have to go so she doesn't get me.”

“No, you don't. They can't see you here, so you'll stay here and help us get rid of them” Sam locked eyes with me. Something in them made me realize I had no choice in the matter. I'm not going to lie I like these boys so it wasn't really that hard of a decision.

“What do you mean they can't see me?” I slowly sat back down in the chair.

“This is a Men of Letters bunker, there's markings all over the place so unless we let them in, they can't reach you here,” Dean answered me, taking a step closer. I looked up at Dean first, then over to Sam.

I glanced back down at the floor and let out a big sigh before looking back at Dean who was already looking at me. “I guess I'll stay,” I said with a heavy amount of sass, but I couldn't help the little smile that appeared on my face.

I've never felt this comfortable around anyone I've only known for three days. I should be worried, but I'm just…not.

Dean’s face lifted with a big goofy smile. “Great,” He turned to look at Sam. “Since we aren’t hunting this witch I think I should make us burgers.” He then turned back around to look at me, flashed me that smile again, and whipped around to the kitchen.

By the time he had left the room my smile was almost as big as his. I stood up from my chair and turned to Sam who was shutting his computer down.

“Is he really going to try to make burgers?”

“I know it's weird but he actually makes the best burgers.” He chuckled with a soft smile on his face.

“I guess I'm only going to believe that if I try them.” I laughed, giving him a warm smile back.

“Yeah I didn't trust them at first either,” I started to walk out of the room to go join Dean in the kitchen when Sam turned around, his face more serious now, but still soft.

“Lillian, I just want you to know that you can trust us. I know we just met, and you're a witch who did try to kill us, but you helped Jack. I mean none of us could get him out of his room but you did, and you put a smile on his face.”

“I do like that kid, he’s unique.” I gave him a half smile.

“Yes, he is,” He shook his head while laughing gently before looking back at me. “It's not even just Jack, I don't remember the last time I've seen Dean this giddy.”

“Giddy?” I snorted at him.

“What? Why are you laughing at me?” I would think I hurt his feelings if he didn't have a big smile on his face.

“No, I just don’t remember the last time I heard someone use the word giddy in a serious sentence.” Sam shook his head with laughter as he headed for the door that leads to the kitchen. “Sam,” I called after him.

“Yeah?” He turned around so he was looking at me.

“I don’t think I could tell you why they need me in a way that you guys would fully understand.”

“What do you mean?” He tilted his head to the side just a little bit, furrowing his brows.

“I mean,” I paused and looked away from him. “I mean I think I’d have to show you guys.”

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