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ohcarolina · 1 year ago
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and there's so much stuff in my head that just makes it all so clear. like right now he's putting our son to bed and he's just arguing with him... never a nice word to his literal flesh and blood, he only ever cares about me in an extremely uncomfortable hyperfixated way. and i remember when he proposed i hated every second of it, i felt so awkward and i actually had like a rage in my gut... and then i said yes because i'm a dumb bitch who could never say no. i know this all sounds really horrible reading it from an outside pov...
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allieslittlewritings · 15 days ago
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A Place to Rest
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Spencer Reid + toddler!reader
Summary: Spencer's daughter picks a better place to nap than her bed.
Word Count: ~700
Warnings: None, Spencer being a soft dad <3
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Spencer valued few things more than days he got to spend with you. Whether you wanted to visit a museum or spend a whole day playing princesses (you were a big fan of putting tiaras on his head; he was a big fan of how happy it made you), he was there for all of it.
Recently, your favorite thing to do with your dad was play chess. Though, your version of chess was comprised of arbitrarily moving your chess pieces to places on the board that "felt right" and capturing pieces that you thought "looked like they wanted to leave."
The first time it happened, Spencer tried to explain the correct rules of the game in a way you could understand. The second time, he couldn't help but find your way of playing endearing. You still had plenty of years to learn the proper rules and principles. For now, Spencer was more than willing to follow yours.
In your version of chess, you always won. The one rule you partially understood and followed was that the game ended once the king was compromised. Except there was no strategy or logic for that, at some point in the game you would simply decide that you now wanted to capture his king and that was the end.
How your face lit up every time you "won" meant a lot more to Spencer than any rules or strategies, or winning. He only attempted to copy your logic of winning once, and never again, after he saw the heartbreak on your face when he did.
After a long morning of several chess matches and twice as many colored in pictures, Spencer could see your eyes becoming droopy.
"Do you want to take a nap, sweetie?" he offered.
You wrinkled your nose in thought before nodding your head and standing up. A yawn left your lips as you traipsed behind Spencer to your room.
Spencer drew your curtains closed to make your bedroom darker as you climbed up onto your bed and waited patiently for your dad to kiss your head so you could sleep peacefully.
Your dad sat down on the side of your bed and pulled your blanket up higher. He placed a gentle kiss your forehead—earning a content smile from you—and then quietly exited your room, leaving your door ajar.
Spencer debated on what to do with himself while you slept and settled on using that time to begin grading his students' most recent assignments.
He had just sat down on his armchair with a warm cup of fresh coffee by his side and the first paper in his hand when he heard the familiar light pitter-patter of you running to him.
He looked up and watched with a hint of worry as you came to a halt right in front of his armchair. Your blanket loosely lay on your shoulders and you had your favorite teddy bear gripped in your hand.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Are you struggling to sleep?" Spencer put the paper to the side and picked you up, letting you sit on his lap.
"I don't want to sleep in my bed," you confessed.
Spencer's eyebrows furrowed. "Okay. Do you want to sleep in my bed?"
You shook your head.
"No? Then where, honey?" He brushed a hair out of your face.
You let your teddy bear out of your hold—knowing your dad wouldn't let it fall—and gently poked Spencer's chest. "Here."
Spencer's eyes drifted to the short stack of papers waiting to be marked and he felt himself hesitate. And then he looked down and saw how you gazed up at him, eyes wide and full of childlike hope.
The corners of his mouth turned up into an involuntary smile, his face softening with adoration.
He let out a quiet, lighthearted sigh and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Okay."
"Yay," you grinned.
Spencer shifted slightly in his seat so you could lie down more comfortably. You let your eyes start to fall shut with tired contentment.
"I love you," you mumbled, lightly pressing your head further into his shirt.
Spencer's heart swelled in his chest as he watched your breathing slow down and hold on your bear ease.
"I love you more, sweetheart," he whispered.
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karasuno-planet · 1 year ago
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Taking care of you
Kageyama x manager!reader who gets migraines !
warnings: migraine pain, vision loss
wc: 0.8k
summary: self-assured reader gets a horrible migraine and needs help, despite never asking for it. (pre-established relationship w/ kageyama) (fem!reader)
a/n: I LOVE THE HAIKYUU FANDOM SMMMM <333 you guys are my favs. requests open !! and the tsukki academic rivals fic is in the works for anyone wondering...
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(gif not mine !)
One thing you had quickly learned while dating Kageyama is that he's not one for public displays of affection. You certainly weren't secret, hell pretty much everyone knew and was talking about you two, but you kept it private. Especially in front of his opponents. That's why it came as such a shock when you felt his arms aroudn you suddenly in the middle of a practice match.
To say you had a migraine that day was an understatement. Three days into the trining camp, in excruciating heat working late to help the team reform their entire strategies form the bottom up— you were exhausted.
But you were used to the migraines. It was something you could handle. The team is already under so much stress, especially Tobio. His sets hadn't been satisfactory, and he was re-learning everything he already knew from scratch. You couldn't imagine the pressure you knew he already felt, so keeping the pressure of your aching head a secret was nothing in comparison.
That doesn't mean nobody noticed, though. Walking into the first practice set of the day, Coach Ukai made a comment.
"Y/n, are you feeling okay?"
"Yes! Feeling good..."
"Okay, just let me know if you need to take a breather or something."
Had you already been exposed? The last thing you wanted was to be a burden on the team, but the floaters in your vision were a bit hard to ignore. And when the ringing in your ears set in, it got worse. Much worse.
By the third set of the day, you weren't faring well. You stood on the sidelines, taking notes on gameplay, when your vision started to black out completely. You widened your eyes to realize you couldn't see a thing. Your head pounding, you focused all your energy on just staying on your feet.
A deep voice yelled out, "Y/n? Are you okay?"
You recognized it as Daichi's voice, "Don't worry Daichi, I'm just fine..."
You heard Asahi chime in, "uh.. That was Kuroo talking...on the other side of the court..."
Before you knew it, Kageyama rushed off the court, running towards you and supporting you with his hand on your back, "Damn y/n, you can't see a thing, can you?" You recognized his touch and sent in front of you immediately.
"I'm okay, really."
"Sure.." he dismissed you. "I've got you okay? Must be scary, not being able to see..." he mumbled. "Can you walk if I support you? Here.." He started slowly helping you walk towards the exit of the gym.
"KAGEYAMA!" Hinata shouted, "What's going on??"
He sighed, looking back at the court, "She gets bad migraines, but she'll be okay, don't worry."
There was a collective sigh and chatter resumed across the volleyball court now that everyone understood the issue. Some players were wishing you well, but you could hear next to nothing with the ringing in your ears.
"I'm walking her to her room," Kageyama declared to Coach Ukai before continuing to support you to walk.
"Yeah, yeah, okay. SUGAWARA, get in there."
Suga jolted into action, stepping onto the court to fill Kageyama's place.
And that's the last moment you could clearly make out before you woke up.
You were laying on your back, a cold towel draped across your forehead and a blanket over your body. Tobio sat on the floor next to your bed, and turned around to face you quickly when you heard you moving.
"Y/n," he whispered. "Here, have some water." He handed you a bottle of ice water and you took a couple sips.
"Thank you..."
"No problem, but, why didn't you tell me something was wrong?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't want to distract you."
"That's ridiculous, your migraines are serious and I deserve to know."
"You're right, I'm sorry."
You felt his hand slowly wrap around yours, "No, I...I've been so stressed out and mad at myself I didn't even realize what that might do to you. So absorbed in my own world..."
"My migraine is not your fault Tobio."
"Drink some more," he pushed the water towards you, noticeably keepin ghis voice low and soft to not irritate your head.
You took another sip and sighed, "I'm serious. You have nothing to do with it."
"Regardless, I have everything to do with it now. I'm not leaving your side until you're back to one hundred percent, okay?"
"You don't need to do that."
"But I'm going to," he assured you, squeezing your hand tightly in his, "besides, I'm lucky to be your nurse when you've got quite a few people eager to see you..."
"Really?"
"Yeah, but I don't think those guys have ever whispered in their lives," he chuckled softly, "I told them to piss off until I say you're ready."
"You're the best, Tobio."
"I know."
Before you could even open your mouth to thank him, he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek and set you back in your thoughts.
"I don't mind taking care of you, you know."
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the-most-humble-blog · 3 months ago
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🔥 “Don’t Blame Men for Your Mirror — He’d Wife You for Peace, Not Perfection”
Let’s start here:
If your boobs sag a little… If your thighs got that Venus dimple… If your face isn’t airbrushed by the gods of Sephora and your booty isn’t GPS-tracked by Elon Musk satellites—
Men. Do. Not. Care.
You do. Your sister does. Your Instagram explore page does. But men? Men would marry you in a hoodie and mismatched socks if you brought peace.
Let that marinate in your overcomplicated skincare routine.
💅 You’re Not Competing for Men. You’re Competing With Other Women
You didn't get that $300 balayage for your man. He didn’t notice.
You didn’t inject lip filler because he complained about your lips. He never did.
You’re not starving yourself for a man. You’re starving yourself so your cousin doesn’t call you thick in the bad way.
Men don’t whisper “she got the prettiest eyebrows” to each other.
Men say:
“She don’t start fights in public.” “She laughs at my jokes.” “She don’t make me feel like a criminal when I come home tired.”
🚨 Meanwhile… You Think He’s the Problem?
You’re looking in the mirror and blaming him for your dysmorphia? Sis.
He’s out here praying you don’t cheat on him with your therapist. He’s hoping you don’t start a “soft launch” breakup on TikTok while he’s playing Call of Duty. He’s wondering if he’s allowed to say “no” without being called emotionally abusive.
And you’re standing in a Zara changing room sobbing about cellulite—blaming men—while showing the group chat your butt angle from Aruba.
You’re not oppressed. You’re addicted to performing for each other while blaming us.
🧠 What Men Actually Want
We’ll tell you what men want. You won’t believe it. You’ll call it basic. But it’s the truth.
Here’s the unfiltered list:
Loyalty
Peace
Pleasantness
Sexual consistency
Quiet support
Emotional stability
A woman who isn’t trying to be better than him
You could look like a grocery store cashier and a man will wife you up if you:
Don’t humiliate him
Don’t compete with him
Don’t “independent woman” him to death while asking him to fight for your honor
✂️ “Independent” of What, Exactly?
Let’s talk about it.
You tell him:
“I’m an independent woman.”
His brain translates it into:
“She doesn’t need me.”
And no man sticks around where he isn’t needed.
You’re out here yelling “I pay my own bills” like it’s a dating strategy.
Meanwhile, he’s quietly scanning for exits thinking:
“If she’s already got it all… she don’t need me. If she don’t need me… she’ll leave me.” “I’ll leave first.”
Congratulations. You played yourself.
💍 Men Will Marry a 6 Who Brings Peace Before They’ll Date a 10 Who Brings War
Men don’t want to come home to:
Your trauma drama
Your feminist essays
Your “I saw a TikTok therapist say you should fold towels better” rants
Your verbal swings masked as “communication”
He wants to come home, lay on your chest, and not be cross-examined about his tone.
You think beauty = value? It’s vibe.
🎤 Picture This:
The most famous feminist-leaning pop song of the last 20 years:
“All the single ladies, all the single ladies…”
Beyoncé made women scream it in clubs for a decade.
And guess what?
She’s been married to JAY-Z for 20+ years. She never even applied her own lyrics.
Y’all fell for the anthem. She went home to the king.
Because Beyoncé doesn’t scream “I’m independent.” She lives dependent… on loyalty, legacy, and masculine provision.
👀 You Think Men Don’t Notice?
We do.
We notice when you:
Say you want love but can’t stop flexing your “feminine rage”
Get upset when men don’t worship your body while you insult theirs
Preach “self-love” but stay half-naked online begging for validation from strangers
We notice. And we file it under:
“She’s dating herself for attention. Let her.”
🔄 What Would Actually Make a Man Obsessed?
Loyalty that doesn’t flinch
A calming presence
Softness without weakness
Laughing at his worst joke like it was Chris Rock
Encouraging his leadership instead of challenging it
You could have stretch marks, stress acne, and a missing toenail…
And if you bring him peace?
He’ll pick you over a thousand filtered influencers.
💣 TL;DR
You’re not unattractive. You’re just in competition with a mirror built by other women.
Men didn’t ask you to:
Inject your face
Starve your body
Perform independence
Become a “bad b*tch”
Read Brene Brown while screaming at your boyfriend
He just wanted to be your peace. But you brought war. Then blamed him for dying in the trenches.
💥 CALL TO ACTION
🔁 Reblog if you’ve ever dated a woman prettier than you, but stayed with the one who shut the hell up during football 🧠 Comment if you’re tired of being blamed for a mirror you never installed 💌 DM if you’ve ever picked a 6 with peace over a 10 with delusions 📸 Screenshot if this post should be hung above every makeup mirror in America
⚖️ LEGAL DISCLAIMER:
This post is satire, psychology, relationship commentary, performance art, and God-tier gender war gospel.
It is legally protected by the U.S. Constitution, natural law, locker room wisdom, and your dad’s advice that you ignored for 20 years.
If this offended you:
Your lashes are too long
Your IG captions are embarrassing
Your vibrator doesn’t love you back
If this turned you on: DM respectfully. Or disrespectfully. I’m not your father.
Welcome to the gospel. Next sermon soon.
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fluffypotatey · 6 days ago
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aftg anaimatic idea
this has been haunting me for months, and i am cursing the world for it because i do not have the adequate skills (at the present moment) to make this
so..... i hand it off to y'all
anyway, imagine an animatic that's a promo video of the PSU Foxes right before their championship game in tkm. it starts off like those typical sport team promos with the hype music (for this one specifically, i have latched onto Dangerous by VOLT VISION & Beneath My Shade for no particular reason dw about it) but then switches to delving into the plot of aftg
now idk how sketch this out, so have a bullet point of timestamps of my thoughts:
0:00-0:07 - graphics of ESPN or another sports channel that will be hosting the game and then graphics of the Foxes and Ravens' respective symbols and colors (voiceover introducing the channel, exy collegiate sport, and time of the game)
0:07-0:14 - flashes of PSU locker room with the jerseys, could even show a hint of the Seth banner WITH the PSU stadium/campus/mascot filtered in between (order goes: 1, 7, 5, 4, 8, 9, 3, 10, 2)
0:15-0:22 - Dan Wilds, team captain, seen playing/twirling her racket while her gaze slides to the camera then back to the racket. then to a company of the Foxes seen with their coach behind the plexiglass (you assume they're talking strategy before/ in between a game)
0:23-0:27 - shots of in-game footage, Renee at the goal, Foxes are shown to be at a constant loss and frustration with a voiceover commenting on their poor performances (these are assumed to be footage from games from previous years)
0:27-0:29 - shot here of Foxes vs Virginia 2005 where Andrew shuts down the goal
0:30-1:13 - is basically a run down of the Foxes' line up (from Dealer, Backliner, Goalie, Striker)
0:30-0:33 - Dan Wilds, offensive dealer, shown in her captain glory with footage of past games with her stats over at the side
0:34-0:39 - Allison Reynolds, defensive dealer, does a blow kiss to the camera in her shoot, past game footage of her as well and stats
0:40-0:44 - Aaron Minyard, Backliner, messing with his helmet with his racket laying on his shoulder, footage of past games with checking, stats on the side
0:45-0:47 - Matt Boyd, Backliner, feral toothy grin at full force, racket being held behind both shoulders with his arms hanging over it, old footage of many aggressive checks and one with him celebrating a win, stats on the side
0:48-0:50 - Nicky Hemmick, Backliner, toothy smile and a lewd gesture quickly cut off, seen joining Aaron in a check or defense against an opposing striker, stats on side
0:51-0:54 - Renee, Goalie and sub Dealer, soft smile but at a specific angle could look like a smirk, most game footage is her at the goal, stats on the side
0:55-0:58 - Andrew Minyard, Goalie, bored expression of violence, past footage is a lot of him shutting down goals with voiceovers screaming about its impossibility
0:59-1:05 - Neil Josten, Striker, newest addition and most controversial player, blank with all the passion in his eyes as he fixes the net in his racket, footage of the guy being a speedy boy with a neat shot into the goal
1:06-1:12 - Kevin Day, Striker, man of the hour, flashes of him walking towards the court, panning from his right hand holding a racket up to his #2 jersey then to his #2 on his cheek
1:13-1:20 - a pan of PSU line up angled on the left-hand side then switches to a pan of the Ravens' line up angled on the right
1:20-1:29 - [this is where we exit the promo side and go into aftg's plot bleeding into the video] flashes of Neil being recruited by Wymack, Neil being welcomed by the Foxes, Kathy Ferdinand's show, Neil's deal with Riko during the Winter Social, Neil with a 4 tattoo and Riko's deranged smile
1:30-1:32 - Neil's vicious mockery of Riko at Kathy's show
1:33-1:36 - News footage of anchor's reporting the tragic suicide of Seth Gordon and then to Allison's grief and Neil's guilt
1:37-1:40 - Kevin's alcoholism and crash out at Wymack's apartment (<- showcasing his unresolved trauma with the Ravens and Riko)
1:41-1:44 - Andrew and his meds (the side effects and his withdrawals, his manic grin and dead eyes, his deal with Wymack)
1:45-1:48 - Aaron smashing a heavy racket, blood spraying on both the racket and his face, murder charge news footage with a mug shot
1:49-1:51 - Neil's tfc look to post-Nest look to post-Baltimore look
1:52-1:55 - newspaper clippings of Wesninski (some of Nathan's arrest, Nathaniel's disappearance, Nathaniel reveal by FBI) and The Butcher
1:56-1:59 - the Moriyamas, exy, Tetsuji and Kayleigh's legacy tarnished by blood and the literal front for a mob,
1:59-2:02 - Ichirou and Riko's last moments
but yeah, so, that's what's been haunting me
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animehouse-moe · 2 years ago
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Undead Girl Murder Farce Episode 7: Free For All
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Well, another week of Murder Farce, and another week of an episode that goes by in the blink of an eye. It's truly incredible how quickly time passes while watching this series. Each episode is absolutely packed to the brim with mystery and action and humor and detail. The amount of information you can glean from a measly minute or two is something else entirely. Anyways, enough idle chatter, let's get into the heart of today's farce.
And what a farce it was. I was foolish, overconfident in my ability to pay attention until it was too late. Lupin toyed with Holmes, that's a matter of fact. And I was correct about in which ways he toyed with Holmes, but ultimately missed the mark. Erik was always to be the one that would spirit away the Penultimate Night, but that required Lupin on the inside. Lupin, who intentionally wore a cheap disguise the night prior. I was alert about eye color and other details of course, but it took until the shot of the character's feet after leaving the chamber for it to clue in. Truly, incredible direction that strings you along perfectly. It all has a purpose, a reason for being what it is.
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Also, just a quick round of applause for the consistency in storyboarding/direction for this episode. The use of shifting depth of field and off-axis camera angles is used in just the right concentrations in this episode to provide a unique feel that still appears perfectly at home alongside the rest of the series.
Also also, this scene perfectly establishes the mystery! The grate that was atop the chamber is now on the bottom of it, meaning that movement through the air duct is in fact possible. Really, this series is just on another level.
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Anyways, Holmes doesn't just take Lupin's routing while laying down. No, he'd already taken the Penultimate Night out of its safe and hidden it on another character. Though of course, Lupin ends up the winner at the end, making out with the diamond behind the cover of a smoke bomb. It's such a classic back and forth, but with a decidedly Aosaki-esque twist where the simplest actions appear on top.
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So, Lupin's making his escape, with nobody tailing him as of yet. It's all but a done deal, no? Wrong, that's where Tsugaru comes in with his storytelling prowess, retelling the tale of Goemon Ishikawa.
While I was unable in my shallow search of the character/person able to turn up any real info, I did end up on a somewhat tangential dive into the idea and expression of Japanese Ninjas. Here, I uncovered the fact that Japan was the first to attempt to use the smoke bomb. So I didn't exactly get the correct answer, but in my wanderings I accidentally stumbled upon something close to it. Rather cool.
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Did you think that was all? Oh no. Oh no no no. Lupin meets up with Erik, who's carrying the safe, and the pair begin to plan out their exit strategy. Though I should say, they were about to, if they weren't interrupted by Aya Rindo slamming the safe door into Lupin's face.
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A hilarious moment that puts an incredible cap on the mystery up until this point. Seriously, expert work to put all those little pieces together to create something so silly but so intelligent. This series absolutely lives up to its name as a Farce, as both mysteries so far have had nearly "unsatisfying" ends to them.
Let me turn back time by an image here, back to the story of Goemon Ishikawa. Tsugaru's retelling was incomplete, interrupted by Erik and Lupin. The piece that is oh-so-important to our Farce here today is not the smoke bomb that I accidentally ran across in my search, but this piece of dialogue from Tsugaru himself. What an incredible detail to sneak in there.
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Anyways, the intelligence behind the decision lies in the fact that Lupin entirely underestimated Tsugaru and Aya, believing the former to be a weak opponent and the latter to be a young girl with a bird cage. Personally, I believe from the first moment Tsugaru started that fight that he was playing it up, the very style of combat indicated that to me. As for Aya though, with how Tsguaru handles her birdcage things can get a little easy to miss. However, the episode kindly provides a flashback showing that Lupin never saw the young reporter's mouth and thus believed it was her talking.
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With Lupin in the hot seat, and the thieving duo seemingly cornered, Erik takes the opportunity to flee, and in turn creates a rather funny moment. In tune with the idea of a farce, Erik leaves his partner high and dry, as Tsugaru simply watch as he flees.
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Also, kudos to whoever took the risk to really play up Lupin's frustration here, it's really fun and feels in tune with the odd sense of humor that wafts through these scenes.
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Moving on once more, Royce enters the fray and our characters engage in a free for all battle with each attempting to walk away with the Penultimate Night. But the battle is interrupted before it can begin by none other than Moriarity and his group of... unique individuals.
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You know, I've yet to actually provide context to these characters at this point. They're all based on very real people characters. Infamous ones, even.
Take Aleister Crowley, the self proclaimed illusionist. They did exist in England, and they did mess with the occult, numerology, magic and other pieces.
Carmilla... well, I'd have hoped there was no need to explain, but Carmilla is a very old (older than the infamous Dracula novel, though not the first vampire novel) vampire novel featuring Carmilla as the titular (pun intended) vampire that terrorizes a young woman.
Victor.... is also one that I don't think really needs explanation. But for those that are not literature fans, Victor is the name of the scientist in Frankenstein (that is, the scientist's full name was Victor Frankenstein).
And last but certainly not least is Jack. Referred to simply as Jack, and without much to go on, is there really any fictional or real character aside from that one that they could be?
Anyways, it's plain to see the idiosyncrasies of Aosaki mesh with these characters, especially as we get to actually hear from them in proper this episode!
So how about I talk about it then? Well actually first, let's do some fanservice. Carmilla is used pretty damn well for that purpose. Dangerous, deadly, and drop dead gorgeous. She shows skin and provides an air with it. Nothing eye-popping per se, but certainly more than enough to catch your eyes.
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Okay okay, on to the interest details. First is (as we later find out) Crowley. In a blink and you'll miss it moment, we see a soldier go down to poisoning. Specifically by a needle that's embedded in his neck. A great addition that keeps the future reveal in the episode factually and stylistically sound.
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Moving on to Carmilla, we get this really interesting pair of comments. The first from Crowley, and the second from Carmilla.
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But what do these comments mean? Well, they both point towards a single feature of Carmilla's novel: sapphic vampirism. Yes, even back as far as the mid 1800s the idea of vampirism being erotic in nature was evident, alongside the (sort of, in a mixed signal way that virgins are a thing to be coveted) concept of sapphism being equally as erotic.
To clarify, Carmilla will only suck the blood of a woman. Through all the droves of men she has at her disposal, she only partakes in the neck of the young maid.
It's really cool to see this sort of detail and aspect appear in a story hundreds of years after its origin can be discovered.
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Alright, let's skip along through these next few pieces rather quick. We come back to the three-way fight of Royce, Lupin, and Tsugaru to see them quarreling over the diamond (and the fact that one is a monster). Before we can really settle into it, the trio flee their current battlefield in pursuit of the diamond, Holmes and Watson fill the gap and pick up Aya, and we cut to Erik vs number 7. Lots going on to establish events and location, but not a lot to comment on. Solid work overall though.
Back to Crowley, when he runs into Holmes & Watson (and Aya) we get a pair of names out of him. Mathers and Yeats are in relation to his time with the Hermetic Order of The Golden Crown. Mathers is one of the three founders of the order, while Yeats is a notable English poet of the era.
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It's also during this chance meeting that we get the explanation of Crowley's "ability". Holmes reads it in an instant and saves Watson from being poisoned, exposing the nature of Crowley's snapping. I really love how endearing and admiring Aosaki is of characters like Holmes and Lupin, their portrayals ring so true yet creative.
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Following Crowley's "proper" introduction, we turn our gaze to Carmilla. Nothing too crazy here, but I just really love how they extend Carmilla's red and blue color palette through her bloody conquest of Fogg's mansion.
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Arguably even cooler than that is how Aosaki places Shizuku in opposition to Carmilla to keep the latter's character true. It has me really excited to see how things play out in the next episode for sure.
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And finally, we get back to our odd trio of challengers, fighting it out in the moonlit sky. Very interesting and creative cut that puts the abilities of each on display while they deftly tuck and twist and turn in midair.
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With that, our farce for today ends, the Penultimate Night stumbling into the lectern of the property's chapel, outside of the grasp of any of the three vying for control.
I don't really have anything else to add, truthfully. Aosaki is incredible, and this adaptation under Hatakeyama's helm brings out the best in it. Just crazy work, and so many details and pieces of information for people to obsess and get excited over. I really, really can't wait for next week's episode.
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sanctuaryoftheodd · 2 months ago
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Chapter 48: A Date on the Oddity Express
Our first stop was the spa car.
Yes, there was a spa car.
We were immediately hit with the aroma of essential oils and incense. A stern looking old cat lady approached us.
"Princess, Duchess, please, allow us to treat you!"
"Oh um..." Before I could even respond, I was led to a changing room where I was asked to strip. Reluctantly I complied and walked out in nothing but a towel. I looked over to see Raina was wearing the same thing and oh god I'm already heated.
We were led to massage tables where we were instructed to lay face down. A big burly cat lady stood next to me and started to rub and press down on my body. However, the people running the spa completely forgot I had no bones and thus I only squished under her big strong hands. It was like trying to massage Silly Putty.
Afterwards, they treated my hair and put it up in a towel. They spread skin care cream all over my face. They tried to give me a manicure and pedicure, but the poor lady found I had no nails to work on.
Instead of waiting for Raina to get done with her treatment, I was directed towards a mud bath where I was told to take off my towel and get in. I didn't see anyone else around, so I reluctantly took off my only article of clothing and slowly dipped myself into the slimy substance.
How long do I sit here? I thought. I just killed time, thinking about Sanctuary and all the tasks I'd needed to do once I was back there. Huh, I was in the middle of the spa and I was thinking about work. Maybe I work too much?
My thoughts were interrupted by a sound next to me. I glanced over just to notice Raina had gotten into the mud bath on my left. I couldn't really see anything because of the mud, but the fact I was bathing with her for the first time made my face hot. She glanced over and our eyes met. It was almost like the same thought came across her mind because she immediately went red. We averted our gazes from each other.
Considering she was as bashful about this as I was, I decided to make a compromise. "When we eventually get out of this tub, I'll get out first. You've already seen me naked anyways..."
"I saw you naked when I was just a girl with a crush." Raina explained. "It kinda hits differently when you're my girlfriend..."
"Oh, I see your point..."
We failed to come up with an exit strategy.
A few minutes later, the lead spa cat came back. "Alright, you two, mud time, over." Completely failing to read the room, she had her assistants pull us out, hose us down and cover our bodies in curative oils. Because the cat failed to pick up on our feelings, she didn't bother to practice discretion and we both wound up seeing everything anyways.
While I was trying to get Raina's naked body out of my mind, we were put back into towels and thrown into a sauna. Were spas really supposed to be this forceful?
We didn't need the heat, I was already hot. Raina was completely red herself.
"I'm sorry," I said. "Maybe I should have shut my eyes through all that..."
"No, no it's okay... It's fine if you see me." Raina said nervously. "W-we're dating after all, I guess it's not a big deal..."
Eventually, we were allowed to put our clothes back on and move on with our tour of the train. After the spa from hell, everything going forward should be easy sailing… At least I hope so.
Our second stop was the dining car. A fancy little restaurant had been set up awaiting guests. It was too early for lunch so I was not surprised to find it entirely empty. However, after a second, a half of a dozen meerkats poked their heads from behind counters to stare at us, which gave the two of us a shock. Upon seeing who we were, a prim and proper mongoose with slick back hair and a waiter's uniform approached us.
"Princess! Duchess! It would be an honor to treat you to an early lunch if you'd like!"
"After the spa from hell, I'm actually starving." Raina said with a sigh.
I nodded in agreement. "A seat for two, if it wouldn't be any trouble."
"Delightful!" She said, leading us to a nearby empty table. She pulled out a chair for me which I gratefully took. She moved to do the same for Raina, but she was already sitting by the time she made it to the other side of the table. Not feeling discouraged, she handed us our menus. "I'll get you some water!"
I looked through the food items available. I've sampled many kinds of food for the first time in the past month or so, but even then, I still couldn't visualize how they tasted. Because of that, I was struggling to choose what to have. For a sec, I thought of picking something randomly. However, I got a brilliant idea. When Raina took her order, I simply said "I'll have what she's having!" Full-proof plan!
With our orders taken, we simply sat and waited for our food to be ready.
"You know, it's funny to think we haven't gone out to eat for a date yet." Raina said.
"Huh, now that you mention it..." We made plans to eat at that vegetarian restaurant when it opened, but we've been so busy as of late, we never could make it work. We've eaten as part of a group before, but never alone together like this.
"I'm glad we came to Annesville." Raina smiled. She reached out to put her hand on the tip of my arm. "I got to spend a lot more time with you on this trip!"
"Any moment with you is a treasure, Raina." I wrapped the end of my arm around her hand and we peered deep into each other's eyes for a time. Our moment was upset by the waiter leaving the kitchen carrying out food. Seeing it, Raina quickly got ready to eat.
I got ready myself. I've spent a couple months learning table manners and I believe I got it down pat. I conjured up a fork and knife. It has specialized octagonal shaped handles. The more sides and thicker grip give me way more control of the utensil. With these puppies, I'm going to show Raina the best table manners she's ever seen!
The plate was placed in front of me... and it was vegetarian tacos.
Raina sees me about to eat tacos with a knife and fork. We look into each other's eyes, and we both burst out laughing.
I still ate those tacos with the utensils btw. How else was I supposed to eat it?
Our third stop was the shopping car. We just wandered around seeing what they had. It was mostly touristy stuff, like plushies of me and my friends. That kind of crap.
We found a soft-serve shop and we shared a cone of ice cream together, taking turns licking it. She held the cone the whole time, bringing it up to my lips every time it was my turn. She looked very satisfied.
The remainder of the cars were passenger cars. We walked through them to at least see them. Some of the passengers gave us surprised looks, while others waved to us as we walked by. Some kids ran up to talk to us at one point. We thought it would be intrusive to go into the engine room, so we decided to head back after we finished visiting the couch seats. We would spend most of the rest of the trip in the royal car with the rest of the gang.
An hour or so later, we got notice that Sanctuary was going to be coming into view soon. Upon hearing that, Raina takes me by the arm and leads me through the back door. She cast an "anti-wind" spell on both of us and led me up a ladder to the roof. Just as the spell advertised, the gust from the train moving so fast just passed us by like we were in our own little pocket.
Raina spread out a little picnic blanket. She sat down and I took up the space next to her. She immediately moved in close so we are literally side-by-side. With our seats arranged, we watched up ahead.
It took 10 minutes or so, but suddenly we cleared the hill and we were suddenly inundated by an orange light. Dawn had broken on this side of the Odd. As our eyes adjusted, Sanctuary came into view. It hadn't even been more than a week or so, but it felt like we've been away from it for months. The light has bathed the entire town in gold. This was something I treasured, too.
I glanced over to Raina to see her with the biggest smile. I guess she felt the same as me. The light made her skin practically glow. She turned and our eyes met.
'just let things happen naturally...' Lexine's words resonated in my mind.
Raina started to lean forward, and before I could think, I was leaning in myself. Raina’s hand reached for my cheek, I could feel her heart punching through her touch. I closed my eyes and the rest happened naturally. Her lips were warm and soft.
That's how we kissed for the first time. The perfect capstone to an amazing trip.
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hobisfavoritespritecan · 3 years ago
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Promise pt. 3
PAUL ATREIDES X READER
You were to remain on Arrakis to aid in destroying the Atreides family: a Bene Gesserit trained assassin working for the Harkonnen House. It shouldn't have been hard to kill The Duke Leto's son with your Crysknife, however, love can be messier than blood.
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You were unsure when it hit you as to what Paul was truly trying to accomplish. Was it when you were ready to draw your blade or when he looked you dead in the eyes with that godforsaken beautiful expression on his face? It was just unfair how he was able to halt your motions by looking at you; his grey-blue pupils looking brighter than the Arrakian sun as the moons shone down from above. It would've been an easy kill, really. But something told you that your plan wasn't going to work out.
In hesitation, you removed your hand from the hilt of your knife and allowed yourself to be lost in his gaze. Suddenly, he placed his lips on yours. You had heard of kissing before, but only in the books on the old worlds that the Harkonnens had within their library. Never thinking to experience it, you hadn't prepared yourself to combat it. In a way, it was more difficult than going over battle strategies or studying the history of The Imperium.
But to your surprise....you enjoyed kissing Paul.
He slowly moved himself away from you, looking into your eyes to try and get a glimpse of an emotion from you; any emotion at all would suffice. He felt warm as he enveloped himself into the embrace that was your kiss; thinking over and over his actions and pondering the potential consequences of them. Your eyes glimmered with something that he was unable to make out in the dark but he knew it was a ferocity equivalent to anger. But then, everything changed. Your face had softened and your eyes grew slightly wet. To say he was astonished by the fact that you could have any other emotion than coldness was an understatement. But he did know that he wanted to capture that look into his memory for as long as he lived.
And then- the impossible happened. You smiled.
"Paul..." Before you could get another word out, his lips were upon yours again, this time more feverishly. Your fingers intertwined in his hair as you forgot completely about the mission you were forced to pursue. The only thing your mind was capable of thinking was the boy in front of you.
Pulling away once more, he rested his head to yours. There was a softness that had entered the room now that all formalities had come to an end; the sound of heavy breathing was the only thing to be heard as you allowed the gap between the two of you to proceed once more.
"I've thought about doing that for a while now. I didn't think I would ever be granted the chance." He smiled.
"Paul." You said.
"Hm?"
"You just made my job a lot easier."
Suddenly a large boom could be heard from the outside. Before he had time to ask you what you meant, a brilliant orange light filled the window above and covered the dark night littered with stars. Something was burning.
He jumped up from where he was laying and immediately ran to the hallway, in hopes of glancing at some of the guards who would tell him what was going on. For the second time that night Paul was astonished. There were no guards anywhere in the vicinity. In fact, everything seemed dead besides from the war that raged outside.
You exited the room right after Paul. Heading for the stairs, you ran to make your way outside. This was it. Vladimir must've finally engaged in his plans. The coolness of the slab floor beneath your feet and the crisp air of the hallway was oddly enough like a slap in the face; a universal gesture saying, "This is it. Run for it."
Taking in harsh breaths as he watched your descent, Paul pushed back his hair and beelined towards his room. Throwing open the door in his haste, he quickly threw on a pair of training clothes and started to search for his shield. Once he found it, he would be able to slip it on and use it to withhold enemy attacks. Hopefully, they weren't familiar with technology from Caladan, whomever these attackers were. He quickly remembered the Hunter-Seeker from earlier. That wasn't a typical gadget known to Arrakis. Yet they had known.
Throwing a cape over his shoulders, he made his way to the commotion.
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Jessica threw water over her still features as she glanced at herself in the mirror. There was something odd about the way her face had taken shape over the past couple of days, and she wondered if it could be sinking in due to her stress from the move. Arrakis wasn't her ideal home, but she was learning to make do with what she had considering she didn't have a choice in the matter. If Paul was really proven to be the Muad'Dib, then he wouldn't have been able to fulfill his prophecy on Caladan. Not that that was her reason for moving, but it was definitely an image that plagued her mind. Her son, all grown up. Constantly living in danger.
It was every parent's dream.
Sighing to herself, she fixed the straps on her nightgown and opened the door to her shared bedroom with the Duke Leto. The room itself was a dark brass color with ancient inscriptions on the walls and ceilings and an abundance of space. It was intimate with the way the room was dimly lit with candles; something again that she didn't see a lot of on Caladan. Her home used to be dark and gothic, with a clear view of grey skies and rain through every window. It was beautiful and perfect. And now she was stuck in a summery wasteland.
Sighing to herself, she slipped into the silky sheets that adorned the top of her mattress. The Duke's side of the bed was cold, as usual, meaning that there was something keeping him in the office; he would probably just sleep among the books again if given the change. The truth was, Jessica didn't like being alone, no. It was a type of loneliness that festered within the very being of her soul when it came to the nights she would find herself with only her thoughts to keep her company. Bene Gesserit, Muad'Dib, the Crysknife. Anything and everything that would pull on her heartstrings until awaking the next morning became a feat in itself.
And that mischievous son of hers. There was no way that he was staying out of trouble, not with you around. Jessica saw every glance in your direction that you didn't; Paul had quickly become infatuated with you. Whether it was because of the close proximity in age or if it was the brief conversations beforehand, she was surprised that her son had taken interest in a servant girl. No matter, he would eventually come to his senses.
One thing was for certain though. Jessica did not like you.
She tried to place her finger on exactly what it might be, but she just couldn't figure out why she found you so detestable. It had nothing to do with her son's intentions and everything to do with your demeanor. You were strong and held a face of power that all the servants she had met in her life didn't have. Almost like...almost like a Bene Gesserit.
As Jessica threw back her covers in realization, the house shook with the first blast of the enemy attack.
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"Ataraxia!" Paul huffed after you once he caught a glimpse of your frame on the desert sands below. Cloak whipping around you, you held something close to your chest as you ran across the cool sands and towards the ships that started to invade the sky. With the fire burning behind you and the blaring of the bombs above, it was truly a sight to be seen as chunks of sand and ship debris flew around the night sky. The stars twinkling overhead managed to look so innocent compared to the rest of the setting; Paul being similar. The innocence that filled his eyes upon catching your gaze once you turned around at the sound of your name. His hair flying about and his nervous stance added to his confusion as you started to walk towards him.
"I promised to take your head. But if you wish to go with me entirely, I can't complain. My uncle desires your death more than the Fremens desire that cursed spice." You tried to voice your words with anger; getting closer and closer to the boy who had it coming from the start. It wasn't fair for him to do this to you, not now that you were so far into the game already. This kiss had really set you off and now you didn't know what to make of yourself. It wasn't fair. What compelled you to act like this?
Paul reached for the shield in his pocket and then- it hit him. Why you acted the way you did. What drew him in. You were never an ally to him or his family. The name Harkonnen filled his mind like a violent poison, reaching every crevice of his soul and leaving a dark empty void within him. It polluted the very veins within him, ripping out his heart and leaving a vile taste in his mouth. You were a traitor.
"O-oh." Was all he managed to say as he placed his hand on his chest in hopes to still his breathing. A dark and solemn look suddenly appearing on his face; he composed himself and gathered every ounce of strength within him as he prepared for a fight, remembering back to everything that Hawat had taught him. Turning on his shield, he furrowed his eyebrows and tried to change the image in his mind of you to become the enemy and not a lover, but to no avail. He couldn't hate you even if he tried to.
"Seriously, how dense do you have to be?" You said, expecting to be reveling off the fact that he had fallen directly into your trap. Yet something in you felt off. Paul was hurt and for some reason, it hurt you too.
"Ataraxia -"
"It's (Y/N)." You corrected him, now finally being able to give away your true name instead of going undercover with that stupid alias your uncle had made. "(Y/N) Harkonnen." Another blast of light was seen in the sky with a loud boom that followed. A piece of one of the Harkonnen ships flew overhead and landed about forty feet behind Paul, giving you the distraction you needed to attack. Without giving it too much thought, you ran forward and made a quick motion with your knife to try and slit Paul's throat. He must've anticipated this, for in a second his hands gripped both your wrists to try and hold you down. With surprise, you knee him in the stomach and drop down to grab your knife, placing it up to his throat once more. The shield around him started to burn with the color red as you held the knife in close contact, trying to break the device with the longer you held it there.
"Atara-(Y/N)! You don't have to do this!" Paul managed to get out between huffs. He used his previous training to break out of your grasp and to pin your arms behind your back, both of you falling to the sand. He holds you in place as you squirm in his grip, staring at him from above.
"You know, I might've actually enjoyed this under different circumstances." You kicked him in the face and waited for his natural retaliation before jumping up and pushing him back down, kicking him in the face and spraying blood from his nose onto the brown earth below. He had a gash along the underside of his chin and most definitely a broken nose. However; you hated to admit that he was still beautiful, even all bashed up and bruised.
"Oh fuck off." He spat and swerved out of the way before you could kick him again.
Just then the ground started to shake but in a way that was both familiar....and alarming. Your heart fell into the pit of your stomach as your brain put two and two together, knowing that the imminent threat of danger was Paul no longer. It was the Shai Hulud that buried itself deep within the sands.
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(AN: Part four coming soon! Thank you all for being so patient with the third installment! 💛🦐)
Tags: @die-collective @xoxoloverb @totallynotkaibiased
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kagekitsuneoflight · 3 years ago
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I have been lurking and eating Pokemon Legends Arceus content and I humbly offer you an AU idea of my own that I haven’t seen yet. And if it DOES exits then forgive me. And if this is incomprehensible forgive me again.
It essentially combines two things: one, that the Akari has a twin in Lucas, and that they can communicate telepathically with each other. Same goes for Ingo and Emmet.
Now both sets of twins have telepathy, but the connection is extremely spotty for both due to the whole separation by time and space. They have a maximum of an hour to communicate, if that. And usually, both siblings have to be reaching out to properly communicate (imagine the hell you experience when your twin has the chorus to a song you don’t like repeating in end otherwise). The kicker though, as Emmet and Lucas are spam calling their respective twin, is that both Akari and Ingo have amnesia. Twin? What twin. They just have a daily migraine for an hour. Nothing odd about that. Surely this is normal.
But here, Arceus is kind enough to be their phone operator and connect them after witnessing how badly Lucas starts to freak out. (no, it is not worried that Lucas can and will metaphorically kick its door down if he suspects something. (Get rek’d though Emmet. You don’t even know what an Arceus is.))
However, Arceus makes an oopsie. It’s not it’s fault though! It simply assumed that the similar colored souls would be twins! (So yeah, it is their fault).
Akari is ready to deal with her daily migraine. She’s got her strategy ready (ask her pokemon to faint her). Instead of a pounding headache, she gets “Brother please answer -stir left three times add- please answer- two cubes stir right ten times add cream-“ and she has to pause and blink. “Huh. Auditory hallucinations. I’m sure this is fine.” She gets the mental equivalent of a record scratch, before being flooded by a slew of questions in her mind. Questions like “what are you? You’re not my brother. What is this? Who are you? I am Emmet. I am not an auditory hallucination-“ and Akari, sensing an oncoming headache, goes “Yikes. Braviary use hypnosis.” And Emmet gets to see one of the weirdest fucking Braviary he’s seen before the connection cuts abruptly. He’s left reeling because hey what the fuck that’s just like when Ingo cuts off their twin telepathy??? And he’s back to trying to knock the telepathy door down.
Meanwhile Ingo, whos solution to the “painful headache” problem is to just get dog piled by baby sneasels and Ignore It. This time, he doesn’t get a headache. What he gets is “Dawn Dawn Dawn please please please please please-“ and as a baby lays on his face he can’t help but think. “Hm. Auditory Hallucinations are a sign of poor health. Perhaps I am poisoned?” He gets the mental equivalent of unsuspectingly walking into Cynthia’s beach house for the first time followed by “YOU’RE NOT MY SISTER”. But hey. At least they actually talk it out.
Now for some quick facts.
Dawn and Lucas are twins, but Akari is Dawn’s legal name. Johanna named Lucas, while their father named her Akari, after a distant relative. Dawn hated the name Akari since it made her stand out too much in her opinion, and went by Dawn instead. She forgot this fact about herself.
Emmet and Akari both communicate with words and images, while Lucas and Ingo almost exclusively use words. You would think that because of this Emmet would be the first to realize that his twin is in the past, but Akari keeps spamming hypnosis on herself, or is just too busy doing her best to Not Die. He gets too caught up in backseat driving to remember to actually ask questions.
She eventually realizes that his backseat driving is actually helpful, so she begrudgingly takes the time to sit and talk. She gets to talk about her funky uncle who’s eyes glow in the dark and Emmet is like “THATS MY BROTHER?!?!?!”
Meanwhile, Lucas asks about Dawn, and Ingo just says “sorry. I don’t know a Dawn.”
Emmet involves the one person he knows that loves history in his region because that can really help narrow down where his brother is and also Lenora would murder him.
Lucas does not involve Cynthia. Google is good enough.
Lucas is Bummed, but hey. This could still be a lead! He starts asking about Ingo’s life, Ingo says he’s the Warden to Lady Sneasler, and Lucas goes “alright. Pause. What’s a Sneasler?” And gets told about a tall purple and white weasel like Pokémon.
*one google later* “In hindsight I should have realized Sneasler would be an extinct Sneasel evolution.”
“Pardon. What do you mean extinct.”
Meanwhile, Emmet getting blasted with images of extinct Pokémon “could you look at the Liligant for a minute longer? Lenora will have my head if I cannot complete this sketch.” “Emmet it is trying to kill me.”
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butwhyduh · 4 years ago
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Last night thing
Jason todd x reader
Summary: he stopped you from stealing a $25,000 watch but missed something else. Part 2 to Late night Thing.
Warning: kidnap, fighting, smut
As Jason pulled up his pants and contemplated his life choices of sleeping with a beautiful thief on a rooftop, he came to a conclusion. You stole his damn tie clip. He had said that he would break your hand if you tried to steal it and dammit, you had. Somehow it simultaneously made him mad and horny. How the fuck had you managed that?
Jason knew that he wouldn’t find you that night. So he went back to his safe house to lick his wounded pride and plan his next move. He needed to get that clip back. It was a gift from Alfred and he would literally kill for it. Though he seriously doubted that he’d need to do that. And Jason would never admit it but he didn’t want to kill you.
He planned to find you sometime during the next week. His tie clip was expensive but not extraordinarily expensive but you had to find someway to sell it without him finding it, which would take time. Jason just didn’t know that it would be the next day that he would find you.
He heard that Bane was throwing his weight around in the drug trade for some damn reason. Wasn’t his venom addition enough for one man? So Jason was snooping around, or investigating as the bats liked to say. He fully expected a boring night of listening in a warehouse for hours and learning very little but instead almost fell through the glass at the sight before him.
You were strapped to a chair with rope. The pretty dress you wore the night before was in tatters but you were covered. Your eyes were red and your nose had dried blood underneath it. You were shivering like a leaf.
“I’m not here to negotiate with you. I’m here for Cat Woman. You are her child and she will come or you will die,” Bane said casually. You gasped.
“She’s going to be mad. Why would she work with you after this?” You asked, braver than you felt. He turned and coldly looked at you before stalking over. His giant fingers wrapped around your throat and you thrashed in the chair.
Jason stood up and moved to jump into the fight despite the fact that he really didn’t want to fight the brute. But Bane let you go and you audibly gasped and sucked air through open lips. You trembled and heaved.
“If she does not care about you, I will move on to her next kitten,” he said and you gulped. You didn’t know if she would save you. Jason looked through the room for a strategy. 2 exits and the skylight he currently looked through. 3 goons that he could easily take out. Oh, and a 300 pound juiced up super soldier. That broke Batman’s back years ago. Fuck.
“Let me go and I’ll do anything you want,” you said and even Jason up high in the rafters could hear the waver in your voice. Bane turned and stared at you and your mind almost couldn’t comprehend the massive size of him. He was easily half a foot taller than Red Hood and almost 100 pounds heavily and Red Hood towered over you.
“What could I possible want from you,” he asked with an icy curiosity. He was watching you for a reaction. You wanted to shrink away but that would be a failure.
“Anything you could want. Information,” you suggested. “About Gotham.”
“I have my sources.”
“Uhhh,” you breathed. “Gems? Money?” He shook his head. Your heart hammered in your chest. He was a man, right? You could sell that maybe? “Me?” You breathed.
He laughed before looking you up and down. “I do not want you carnally, child,” he said. You almost sagged in relief and Jason’s hand released the gun he didn’t know he was holding. “No. We will wait for Cat Woman and if she doesn’t come in 2 days, you are dead.”
You hummed in fear. Bane sat crossed legged and closed his eyes. He threatened to kill you and then fucking meditated. You helplessly pulled at the ropes on your wrists.
Jason tried to piece together how you got there and how to get you out. He knew that he couldn’t exactly call Bruce. ‘Hey dad, do you want to fight the guy who broke your back over a thief he has tied up. Why? I don’t know! I just like fucking her on rooftops!’ Never saying that.
Nope. Instead he would attempt stealth. Against one of the best trained fighters in the world for a woman that robbed him. Yea, maybe Jason should have stayed 6 feet under because he’s a fucking idiot. He sighed before slowly moving towards them. Bane was sitting cross legged with his eyes closed in a meditation back to you.
You suddenly saw Jason out the corner of your eyes and your eyes widened before going back to normal. Bane didn’t seem to notice the slight change in your breathing. Jason snuck over to untie you. He slowly pulled the rope from around your wrists and you were almost completely untied when the end of the rope barely grazed the ground.
Bane snapped his head around as Jason drew his guns. You gasped as Bane launched himself towards Jason. You ripped your hand out of the rope as bullets flew. You scrambled to the floor but was quickly pulled up by the giant man. He clutched you by the shoulder and you whimpered in pain. Jason suddenly froze.
“This is far more interesting that I first thought. I looked for a cat and found a bat,” he laughed. You squirmed in pain. He sat you down but the hand stayed on your shoulder.
“She’s not important. Let her go,” Jason said. The metallic voice from his helmet sounded bored.
“If she is unimportant, she is better off dead,” he said roughly pulling you in his arms and one hand gently wrapped around your throat but didn’t tighten it. You grabbed at his fingers and sobbed pathetically. Your eyes were wide and terror was plain on your face.
“Let’s not. Put the lady down and we can talk,” Jason said and it was weird to see Red Hood negotiating. He was usually the muscle in the situation. It really showed you how fucked you really were.
“Okay I’m intrigued. I will hear your proposal,” he said sitting you down. You scampered behind Jason. Your whole body trembled.
“I know Gotham underground better than you ever will. Sorry but you’re scary as shit but not in a good way,” he said with a shrug. If you didn’t know any better, he seemed casual. “I can get you the venom you need. No cost for a while.”
“How long,” Bane asked. He was the kind so get all the facts before proceeding. He also had the weakness of being completely addicted to venom.
“A months worth.”
“6 months.”
“3 months.”
“Deal. If you break this deal I will crush her windpipe with my hand,” he said with no emotion. It was a promise, not a threat. Jason felt you move closer to him.
“Deal,” Jason agreed. Bane moved closer and you clung to Jason. You were clinging to Red Hood. How pathetic. Jason stood taller and stared at Bane. They shook hands.
Suddenly Bane slapped Jason violently across the face and you yelped. Jason went to the ground but quickly got up to a defensive crouch. You jumped in front of him with your heart beating so fast you would soon faint.
“For invading my space and my business,” Bane said before walking away. “Leave.” He didn’t turn to watch.
You noticed a little crack in the Red Hood helmet. How hard did Bane hit him? Jason stood up and pulled you out of the warehouse with him. He quickly grabbed you and shot his grappling hook out of the area. About half a mile away, he landed on a building. You clung to him and trembled.
“Hey, you’re safe,” he said. “You can let go.”
You pulled off but shivered like a leaf.
“Shit, you’re cold. Here. Here,” he wrapped his jacket around you and it helped your temperature but not your shivering. “Come here,” he pulled you in his arms and you clung. His heartbeat felt reassuring and he awkwardly patted your hair. You could tell Jason wasn’t used to providing comfort.
“He- he,” you started but stopped. “Can we go somewhere safe?”
“Come on downstairs. This is my place,” he said and you nodded. You followed him inside and it was far warmer but you couldn’t stop the shaking. His jacket was replaced by a blanket and Jason sat you on the couch. The helmet came off but domino stayed on. You practically climbed on his lap to be closer. Your eyes were still wide with horror.
You’d been arrested, harassed, even shot at. But never kidnapped like that. And by the giant Bane at that. Jason could feel the fear and adrenaline coming off of you. He rubbed your back softly. You looked up at him suddenly after a few minutes.
“You saved my life. You put yours in danger to save mine,” you breathed. He shrugged, a little uncomfortable under your gaze. “Thank you,” you added.
“Uh you’re welcome. It’s no biggie.”
“Yes it is,” you said before kissing him. Your pace was dizzying and rough. Jason was in shock at first. Your hands roamed his body before dropped down to his belt and he almost jolted up.
“Not today,” he said, stopping your hand. “I mean, normally I’d love to but not now. Give it a few days.”
“Why?” You said with your voice all breathy. Your lips were swollen and eyes dark and he almost gave in.
“You were just kidnapped. You need sleep. Not sex,” he said sliding away from you. “Are you hungry?”
“Wh- you don’t think I could want you?”
“I’m not in the mood. Almost getting killed by Bane really kills the urge,” he lied. If he thought you were in your right mind, he would have fucked you on the rooftop or against the first surface he found. You jumped in front of Bane for him. He found it all incredibly hot. “You need a shower anyways.”
It was cold and cruel but better than sleeping with a traumatized woman. You shook and nodded before using his shower. Jason felt twinges of guilt but ignored them. He knew it was better this way.
You came in nothing but his t shirt that hung like a dress. “Nothing else fit,” you said awkwardly. He could see the scars that covered your legs and bruises around your throat.
“We can lay in bed,” Jason said just as awkwardly. He might know what to do with a woman who wants to fuck him but not just one sleeping over. “For sleeping.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t try anything,” you said with a little smile and he smiled back. You both laid in the bed and it wasn’t long until you pressed your back against his chest and pulled his arms around you. He was strong and safe. You managed to sleep all night with the anticipated nightmares. They had time later to come up. When you weren’t cradled in his arms.
The next morning you woke up warm. The rise and fall of his chest was comforting. His hand held your waist loosely and you could seriously just stay in this moment. But as soon as you moved, you almost giggled like a teenager. He was hard and pressed against your ass.
“Ignore that,” he mumbled.
“Okay... how?” You said after a few seconds. “Because it’s pretty unforgettable for the man I like to sleep with to have his hard dick pressed against my ass. Have to say.”
“We only did it once in a rooftop. Was it that unforgettable?” He said and you could hear the smirk he wore.
“It was alright,” you said playfully but you couldn’t help but press back into him. Jason grabbed your hip to stop you.
“Trying to get me horny?”
“I think you already are.”
“That’s true,” he said before grinding against your ass. You pushed back to do your own rubbing. “And you’re not even wearing any panties,” he said bunching up the fabric of his shirt you wore. He slapped your ass soundly and you gasped.
“What was that for?”
“My tie clip. I hope you still have it,” he said before slapping your ass again. You reached behind you to grasp his cock through his sweatpants.
“I’ll get it back to you,” you said. His pants were pushed down. Jason hummed and rubbed his dick between your thighs. You sighed at the sensation and arched your back so he was sliding between your folds instead.
“You’d better,” he growled but it had no true heat. Not when he was so close to finally fucking you and had his lips leaving little marks on your shoulder and neck. You tried to press back onto him but he stopped your hips.
“Do you deserve it,” he asked running a finger along your hip, every once in a while dipping between your thighs to barely touch your clit. You jumped and grabbed at his wrist to hold him there but he just chuckled and moved away from where you needed him. His thrusting between your folds felt amazing but not enough and he was purposefully avoiding sliding in your hole. Jason quite liked the way your body panted and curved in desperation.
Finally feeling that you had been tortured enough, and he wanted in your wet heat, he pressed his hips forward and filled you. You whimpered and leaned your head back against him.
“Yes,” you breathed. Jason took his time slowly thrusting, letting you fill his full length. His free hand moved from pinching your nipple to circling your clit. You were practically clenching him from the start and he loved it. You were so receptive.
It didn’t take long for him to find a pattern that just got you a little more vocal and focused on that. “God, you’re fucking wet,” he breathed in your ear and you whimpered. You seemed to like what he had to say.
“Taking me so well. Acting like such a good girl,” he said and you breathed out a “Hood” in response. Oh yeah, you didn’t even know the name of the man that you let fuck you. You trusted him enough to sleep in his bed and you’d never even seen his eyes.
His finger circling your clit and cock angled to drag along your g spot had you seeing stars as you came around him. Jason grunted and held your hips tight before quickly pulling out to cum on your ass. He looked as the pretty white beads covered your skin. He wasn’t forgetting that image any time soon. He reached for a towel to clean you up.
Afterwards you turned in his arms and kissed him soundly before lying your head on his chest. You reached up to play with his hair with a little smile on your face. Jason could get used to this. As soon as he thought it, he had the urge to jump up and kick you out. He didn’t do permanent. You were just having fun.
“I need a shower,” he said roughly, getting up. Jason couldn’t help but notice the disappointment on your face that you quickly hid.
“I should get going before my walk of shame gets any later,” you said with an awkward laugh.
“Borough anything you need,” he said before disappearing into his bathroom. While in the shower he had time to think. Yeah, I’m totally not broken to be cool with fucking a woman but not being able to hold her. Not a sign of being fucked up at all, Jason thought. Probably got that from Bruce. Though my real dad probably did it too.
He came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist and immediately saw a note on the bed.
Had fun, Hood. We should do it again sometimes, (your number)
💕 Kitten
His tie clip was set underneath it. Jason smiled. Okay, this could be fun. He was young and sowing wild oats or whatever, right?
There was no way this could go wrong, right?
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wrienne · 2 years ago
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My Cheating, Amnesic Fiancé
Chapter 15: Tension
So even though you were merely a breath away from Jeon Jungkook’s handsome face, you knew that you had to pull away. Before either you or him did something stupid, something you couldn’t - or worse, wouldn’t - take back.
“I have to get to school,” you said as you straightened. Your hands balled into tiny fists at your sides and you felt your cheeks redden. “I’ll take care of the dishes. You go rest or whatever. When I get back, we’ll start reminiscing.”
“No,” he said quickly, rising after you. Nothing - not even a slight rosiness - in his expression insinuated that the recent, passing moment of exposure and intimacy had occurred. And perhaps it was better that both of you just forgot about it. “Let me take care of the dishes since you cooked.”
“Don’t be stupid,” you told him as you snatched his dishes and began washing them, still feeling your scorching cheeks. “What can you do with that arm of yours?”
You heard Jungkook sigh, but he didn’t voice any other protests. “I found a laptop inside the duffel bag,” he said instead. “I assume it’s mine?”
“That’s right,” you said. “If we could access it somehow, we might find something of yours that will help.”
“But I don’t remember the password.”
“Let’s make that your first daily task,” you told him as a plan swiftly reformed in your mind. Though you had no idea how you would be able to handle your emotions, you did map out a strategy for his amnesia. Only somehow, you would have to solve all your other issues along the road to potential recovery also. “Every weekday, you’ll be tasked with some type of mission or assignment to deal with while I do what I need to do at school. When I get back, you and I will review whatever task it is that you received and see if it worked. It should be obvious if it did, seeing how completely clueless you are at the moment.”
“And during the weekend?”
You furrowed your brows as you finished scrubbing the last bowl. “Glad you asked. I have to ask my parents about you staying here before we lay any plans.”
“So it’s decided? I can stay?”
Finishing up wiping down the counter and the sink, you glanced over your shoulder. Jungkook looked relieved, to say the least. “For now,” you said. “Though I can’t figure out why you would stay with me.”
He frowned. “Why wouldn’t I?”
What Min Yoongi had told you ghosted through your mind, and a shiver trailed down your spine. “Just,” you began, pointing from him to you. “We’ve never gotten along. And frankly, our relationship only worsened these past few years.”
Jungkook averted his gaze. “It might sound a bit selfish, but since I cannot seem to remember anyone else, I don’t really want to let you leave me.”
“That’s mighty selfish,” you told him, even as your heart accelerated at the last. “But I guess I can empathize. It’s just… difficult to wrap my head around you being like this.”
“Am I truly so different?”
Jungkook’s brown eyes held yours, a hint of fear entering their familiar depths. You shook your head as you exited the kitchen, not able to take much more abuse to your heart and chest. It was unbelievable how much the human body could withstand in terms of emotional turmoil. “Don’t worry, Jungkook,” you said. “You’ll be back to the stupid idiot you were before the accident. I’ve promised you that.”
He didn’t reply.
After taking a quick shower, you dried your hair and went to change clothes. Since you now had a new lodger - and Jungkook, at that - you could no longer wander around the house looking indecent. Fortunately, you had had the foresight to grab a bathrobe before your refreshing.
The screen on your phone said 7:45 by the time you were completely done, which was the usual time you texted Jong-Yeol to come fetch you. You passed Jungkook in the living room, where he sat in the leather sofa watching the news while setting up his computer. With his not yet dry hair, large white t-shirt and lazy sweatpants, he looked almost as if he belonged there. Like he hadn’t been in a car accident and gotten the last four or five years knocked out of him. Your eyes briefly locked and you held up a hand to wave goodbye.
It was comical and so incredibly ironic. If he hadn’t been a bastard to you while growing up, you might have merely been what you constantly tell others that you are, namely family friends. If he hadn’t been so firmly against you visiting him on his music shows, practices and concerts, you might have never been so spellbound and utterly blown away the first time you saw him. If he hadn’t been cheating on you, he would have never ended up amnesic and thus in your home, trusting only you.
If he hadn’t loved Park Yi-Jae, you might have never fallen for him.
Life could truly be cruel.
“When will you be back?” he asked.
“Probably around five,” you told him, checking your vibrating phone. It was Se-Eun, and she was most likely hysterical. You probably needed to answer immediately. “I’ll see if I can bring something to eat. Pizza sounds good, right? Or do you want something else?”
“(Y/N).”
You had just been about to answer Se-Eun’s call when you stopped. You glanced at Jungkook, whose features had assumed an unreadable guise. “Yeah?” you asked hesitantly.
“Why are you helping me?”
You instantly opened your mouth, then closed it just as quickly. This wasn’t the time for you to show off your keen responses.
“I’ve been thinking about if for a while now,” he went on quietly. “I remember our past. I remember growing up with you. It doesn’t warrant this type of… kindness you’ve shown me.”
You considered it. Then, with a smile you hoped appeared nothing but friendly, you replied.
“Because we’re family friends.”
And with that, you hurried out of the apartment, hoping he couldn’t see the pain in your eyes.
School progressed according to a normal Tuesday. Only, Se-Eun was almost tearing out her hair by second period and had probably aged about ten years by the end of last class. She was a gentle girl, but her dedication to BTS could make a mother’s dedication to her firstborn child seem cruel in comparison. She was trying to gain information from you, glean anything from your surprisingly put-together features, but you wouldn’t budge. All you told her was that Jungkook had been in a car accident but wasn’t dying, which she probably knew anyway. She tried to convince you that the two of you needed to see him at the hospital, but you were used to her trying to use you in order to meet him. It wasn’t anything malignant, mostly just taken as a joke on both you and her parts, but she was truly concerned that day.
Not that it fazed you, since you knew Jungkook was alright and you knew she would recuperate. Eventually. Besides, you were buying her food for the rest of the week and if there was something Se-Eun couldn’t resist, it was free food.
You were sitting in traffic with Jong-Yeol, who was humming the melody of songs on the radio, on your way home with two steaming hot boxes of pizza when your phone rang. You had called them twice that day, once during lunch and once while you had ordered food.
“Mom? Dad?” you said, even though the caller ID said “Father”. You never knew with your parents.
“Hey, sweetie,” greeted your father.
“Why have you been calling us?” came the cutting throat reply of your mother.
“I was wondering when Jungkook’s parents was coming back,” you told them as you tried not to get irritated at your mother’s harsh tone. It was difficult, but you managed to pull through. “I thought they were buying tickets back yesterday?”
“Your mother managed to persuade them not to go,” said your father, his voice proud. “She told them you’re taking care of him and since he never got especially hurt, it would be a waste of so much energy and resources just to check on him.”
“What? Are they--” You cut yourself off, realizing you had almost spoke out of terms. You fleetingly noticed that Jong-Yeol had stopped his low singing and gave him an apologetic look. “But he’s amnesic. He needs people he recognizes now more than ever!”
“Hush. You don’t know how long his parents have planned for this journey. Besides, there’s KakaoTalk,” your mother pointed out. “Why hasn’t he answered any of their calls?”
You didn’t know where Jungkook’s phone could have gone. The last time you had heard of its existence was when Taehyung, then Sejin had spoken to you the night of the accident. It gave you an idea. Since the phone probably was configured to recognize Jungkook’s fingerprint, you and him could unlock it and check what kind of information was inside of it. Perhaps he had pictures that might help him remember, but if you, personally, needed to remember something, codes or passwords in particular, you usually wrote it down into a memo in your phone. That meant, you could have a gold mine of things worth remembering according to pre-amnesic Jungkook, and perhaps even the password to his computer.
But where was it?
“I…” You didn’t know if it was a good idea to disclose that you had no idea where his phone had gone. Though perhaps Jungkook still had it. “It probably ran out of batteries. He hasn’t had the chance to charge it until now. You could probably call later.”
“Fine,” muttered your mother to presumably your father. “Where is he right now? Your father was reading the gossip magazines--”
“I did not!” he proclaimed indignantly from quite a distance from the phone.
“--this morning,” your mother continued, oblivious to her husband’s wounded pride. “And everyone’s been talking about Jungkook getting into an accident.”
“Yeah, well,” you began as you scratched your arm, “it’s not exactly news to either of you, so I don’t get what you’re trying to say.”
“Not that tone with me,” your mother said sharply. “I don’t know about your father or your friend, but I don’t want to hear it.” She cleared her throat as you remained quiet. “Well, your father and I and Jungkook’s parents were merely concerned. Are you at the hospital or...?”
“We’re at home,” you told her. “That’s also what I wanted to speak with you about. Is it alright if he stays at ours until… whenever he gets better?”
“And when’s that?”
You swallowed hard. “Little more than three months.”
“Do you have any space in your room to fit an extra bed?”
“I will not have them sleep in the same room!” your father exclaimed.
“They’ve done so before,” your mother said casually. “And they need to get used to sleeping in the same room. Soon, they’ll even sleep in the same bed.”
“I’ve already left my piece on that,” you said through your teeth. “We will not get married. It’s as easy as that.”
For a moment it was silent in the other end of the line. Then, your mother’s voice, harsh and unrelenting, crept into your ear.
“For the sake of our families, you shall need to,” she said solemnly.
“What?” you asked, your eyebrows rising up your forehead. “Dad?” you wondered when your mother, somehow, wouldn’t speak up.
“We don’t feel comfortable speaking about this over the phone,” said your father. “We’ll handle it when we get back. Until then, know that Jungkook’s parents and we are trusting you with that boy.”
“But--” you started.
“No ‘buts’,” your mother told you. “Goodbye, (Y/N). We’ll have a lot to discuss this Saturday, but don’t let it or Jungkook’s presence affect your scores. We wouldn’t want you to fail school just to get him back on track.”
You exhaled noisily, hoping it would hurt their ears, though they most likely were listening to you through the speaker setting. “I won’t,” you said. “See you.”
You were fuming almost as much as the pizza when you returned to your parents’ apartment. Paparazzi had been nowhere to be seen, but so now was Jungkook. Instantly, your anger dissipated and concern began twirling around your stomach.
“Hello? Jungkook?” you called out as you placed the boxes on the kitchen island. “I’ve brought food!”
No reply.
Your parents’ apartment was heavily guarded by security guards and surveillance cameras as well as built-in alarms in your father’s study. Not to mention, the apartment was situated on the very top - a penthouse apartment. Still, you couldn’t completely look past the possibility of a burglar. So, you followed your self-preservation instinct and grabbed a kitchen knife before you padded around your home in search for Jungkook.
He wasn’t in the living room, and both the computer and TV were off. You didn’t spot his phone, but then, you were too busy searching for a potential intruder. Continuing through the rooms and hallways, you concluded that everything in the apartment seemed as per usual. It wasn’t until you reached your room that you realized something was off, but not in the ways of you catching a thief.
Sleeping in your bed was Jeon Jungkook.
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babytaes · 4 years ago
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the grim reaper(my home)
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summary:  Everyone depicts the Grim Reaper as a bad character, but he didn't kill you. It's just a trip to the afterlife, and he's actually being helpful by walking you there. Consider what it would be like if you had to travel alone. As she battles through life, Jay meets an unexpected figure, yet she doesn't seem to be terrified of him when he comes knocking on her door, why?
paring: jay x female reader
genre: angst, slight fluff
word count: 6k
warnings: profanity, ummmm rock chic jay.
𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖙𝖘: click me before reading!
➳ part of the drunk & dazed series
☆ ҉ ◢▅◣
I wish that everyone knew how their lives ended. It's essentially a game of guessing what will happen to you. Don't even get me started on the subject of Heaven and Hell. You've heard it all, the misery and the heinous methods in which people go out.
But why did death come knocking on the door at such an early age? You'll never know why they chose this age.
You didn't have your entire life laid out for you, nah, what a waste. Seeing it, however, was strange.
Well, there's him, or whatever entity they're referring to. The Grim Reaper.
You didn't notice him until things began to go wrong for you. A black object flashed in and out all of a sudden.
It was more predictable than unexpected.
Usually you would see him after work but I guess he had other plans. Despite your exhaustion, you flopped down on the couch and pulled out your phone to conduct an online search.
You giggled as you aimlessly scrolled through your phone and eventually peeked up to see a dark figure seated across from you.
As you laid your phone down and peered at the figure, you said, "So he finally wants to show his face."
“Don't tell me you can see me right now?” he cocks his head and looks about before returning to you.
“Well, I've only seen glimpses of you for the previous few weeks, but now I'm seeing you in all your glory.”
“Shit” As he hurriedly shot back into the dark shadows behind him, he widened his eyes.
“Wait a minute, don't leave.”
He was still there, hidden from view. He wasn't ready to leave yet. As you moved over to the door, you rolled your eyes at your phone and grabbed your apron. As you put your shoes back on, you exclaim and awkwardly wave your hand in the air before closing the door.
“You better be here when I get back, and keep in mind that we have business to discuss."
He rolled his eyes at your strange conduct as he smiled gently before vanishing back into the dark abyss, now entirely gone from your home.
---
“So Jay, what's on the agenda in Reaper business?” He noticed his old acquaintance gleaming at him as he peered up from his chair.
“Well, Jake, the previous several weeks have been a complete nightmare. They paired me up with this tough guy who was fighting for his life. As he continued, he rolled his eyes.
“It's been quite tranquil since they reassigned me to another case, but something strange happened today. I inadvertently made myself obvious to her, but she was unconcerned.
“Weird.” Jake shook his head and cocked his head to the side as he called out to him.
“So, two pieces of information I just got: it's a girl, and she appears to be somewhat odd. When you get back, I'd like to hear more about this."
As you put on a strange expression, he smiled at the boy as he spoke about jobs he had recently gone on.
“Yeah, there's something odd about it,” 
“I also—wait a minute, Jay, I recognize that look.” Jake pauses in his speech for a moment as he approaches you and analyzes your body.
“Please, dude, take a step back.”
He hears on the intercom times for a meeting today for all Reapers to attend, and he laughs at you. Jake makes a peace sign as he hits the door's slab and vanishes from view.
Sitting back in your chair, you raise your feet and begin to formulate a strategy.
“What am I doing here? I'm a doer. Let me just return to her and have that conversation she requested.”
He steps into form and vanishes back to the house he used to be in, softly cheering to himself.
Surprisingly, he can hear your voice but not yet see you, so he emerges from the shadows and takes a stroll through your home, taking in your life.
He saw photos of dogs and people he assumed were family and friends, as well as one thing that attracted his attention.
As he approaches it, he enters a familiar room and sighs as he makes his way to the gleaming object. It was a bracelet with scribing on it of some type.
When he reaches out to pick it up, he feels a searing feeling and drops it swiftly, muttering a torrent of curse words.
“What the hell was that?” When he looks closely, he notices symbols that resemble a cross.
“Fuckin Christ,” 
“Do all Reapers barge into your house and search through their belongings on the spur of the moment, or is mine defective?”
Jay, who has jumped up in panic, apologizes by turning around and raising his hands. When he glances up, he notices you resting on the door frame, arms folded, staring at him.
“Well, let's just put this inconvenience behind us and have that conversation you wanted to have, hmm?”
“All right, let's go into the living room, and by the way, your style is really fashionable. I had no idea you people dressed up so well to steal souls. Are there any employment openings?”
As he comes to a halt in his tracks, you turn your head to face him and stare at his unmoving form.
“Hellooo, please don't tell me they gave me a defective one. Jeez”
For a brief moment, everything came to a halt as Jay regained his bearings. "That was strange. Why am I blanking out because she's so strange?”
With a shake of his head, he smiles at you and walks into the living room, where he sits across from you, still perplexed as to who and what you are.
It wasn’t human-like.
“Thank you, no one seemed to realize that the original reaper gear wasn't cutting it for me. Also, I'm presuming you're a young adult, so you know what I'm talking about.”
You pull closer to him, laughing at his words, and lay your elbows on your legs, intently listening to him.
“So Grandma was right, you guys do exist. Tell me more; you know I don't appear to have much time left, so give me your answers.”
He let out a chuckle as he hastily covered his mouth, daring not to be affected by the earth.
He'd been doing this work for quite some time and appeared to be quite confident in himself and his abilities.
But there was something about you that made him feel comfortable and at ease, and he didn't feel like he had to hide, very apparent when a patient screamed at him or when they insisted death hadn't arrived yet.
It was strange, but it was great not to have to put on a show. Outside of the Reaper, he almost forgot who he was for a moment.
Maybe this one could get to know you, the cool yet elegant Jay. Not the dark version of himself. Even if his ultimate goal is to accompany you to the hereafter.
Maybe, just maybe, in that slim possibility, he'll take advantage of this opportunity to learn more about this person and why they're so interested in you.
---
“Before we jump right into this game, I have a question for you: why aren't you terrified of me?” As he stared at your blank expression, he spat out.
“Well, as I already stated, my grandma was a firm believer in the unknown. Even though she is no longer with us, she has taught me a great deal about the supernatural and unknown.”
You got up and walked over to the kitchen, motioning for him to follow you before opening the refrigerator and taking some fresh fruit out.
Jay promptly stood up and walked over to the chair, where he sat, watching your every move as you leapt onto the counter and turned to face him, before placing a mango slice into your mouth.
“All right, my turn, what's your name and what's my illness?”
Jay coughed and sat up straight as he removed a piece of paper from his pocket and read it loudly before setting it down.
“Y/N Y/L/N, you've been diagnosed with Heart Disease, and things aren't looking well for you. I know you haven't been to the doctor in a while, which is also perplexing. And my name is Jay.”
You place the fruit down next to you and cross your legs before responding to his comment, shaking your head up and down.
“Well, that's true; it runs in the family, but I'm not concerned because time is never on our side, and we all have an expiry date, which I believe is approaching soon. Right?”
Jay knew you just had one week left, but he didn't want to break your cheerful mood, so he waited.
“Well, I can't tell you when you'll die just yet, but your time is running out. I'm sure it's terrifying, but-”
Before concealing your lips, you chuckle loudly. Jay snickered as he looked up at you.
“Man, you're such a strange person; how do you manage to be so confident and direct? I'm becoming a little afraid, and I'm the Grim Reaper.” You leap from the countertop and walk over to him.
You cocked your head to the side and placed your hands on his face, pushing your face towards him. As you smile, his face flushes, and as he pulls away from you, he coughs before moving his hand to encourage you to continue.
“You have nice eyes, you know. Okay, now I'll tell you my story. Instead of countless questions, I believe it would be simpler.”
He just nods his head and lets you continue talking about your life.
---
As we all crossed the bridge into the next city over, you glanced out the window at the water. You'd always enjoyed being near water. It brought up memories of trips you and your grandparents took together.
When you arrived at your location, you grabbed your suitcase and exited the vehicle, leaving your parents behind.
“Are you sure you don't want to join us?” As they drove out of the parking lot and onto their vacation, you shook your head and waved farewell to them.
Even though you were 17, you still enjoyed going to your grandparents' house because it provided a sense of security that you didn't have at home. So you'd take them in a heartbeat.
Looking up, you notice Pops standing at the door, arms outstretched, waiting for you.
“There is my favorite grandchild.”
“Gramps, I'm your only grandchild,” you said, laughing as you took him in your arms and grinned as you stepped into the house.
“Oh, that's right.” He takes your stuff and starts to take it to your allotted room while laughing together. “Your Grams is out back,” he shouts as he approaches the top.
‘Thanks” When you walk out to the backyard, you'll find her sitting in her iconic chair, surrounded by books, muttering to herself. She puts the book down and leans in to hug you as she stands up.
“Aww, I've missed you so much. There's just so much you can talk about with your grandfather before he falls asleep. Please have a seat; we have a lot to discuss."
There's a sensation you've been missing, a sense of belonging to a place you once called home. They were the only ones who could supply you with a sense of safety and security, and you couldn't get enough of it.
“We talked about witches and wizards the last time we were here. Now we're dealing with Reapers, or more precisely Grim.”
When she stated those two words, your eyes lit up; it was a favorite topic of yours that she brought up frequently, but now you had more time to delve deeper.
“Let's get started; we've got a lot of ground to cover. Allow us to see The Unknown by opening our eyes. “Are you wearing your bracelet?”
“I never take it off,” you say. You shook your right arm and returned your hand to hers, shaking your head.
As you were swept away in a dark mist together, you grinned and took her hands in yours. Even though they appear to be ordinary, decent folks, there is something you should know about my grandparents. They are one of many people who have gained entrance to the supernatural realm, a place where anything is possible.
You tried to inform your parents, but they were skeptical of fairy tales. They tried to prevent you from seeing them, claiming that "they will stunt my growth," which is ridiculous because I've learnt more from my grandparents than from my parents.
Regardless of how hard they tried to stop you, you always managed to find your way back to them. We were linked, and nothing could stop you until YOU chose to let it. That day, however, never came.
You found yourself in a boat, holding your grandmother's hand, as it carried you across a vast chasm and into town. You come upon another boat that appears to be some kind of creature with a scythe. As he traveled down the river opposite you, strands of golden hair protruded from beneath his hood.
“Wait, don't tell me that person on the river was you now that I think about it?”
“I think it was, man, that was a long time ago,” Jay laughed and shook his head. Also, I had no idea you had access to that world?”
“Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to get back to the story.” As you spoke, he grinned.
“All right, honey, let's go; we can't linger for too long.” You both stepped off the boat and walked into town, taking in the sights. As you climbed the slope, merchants' stands and buildings crept up on you. It was weird to see individuals of all kinds here, going about their daily lives in the same way that those on the surface did.
You see vampires, werewolves, angels, and even ghouls all lingering together and with one another as you walk side by side with your grams. Despite the fact that they all had their own lives to live, they could join together to gather supplies and meals.
What a wonderful thing
You both entered a familiar building, and your grandma greeted the old man behind the counter.
“Oh, my favorite customers. What brings you down here and how is life above the surface? Another book you have in mind.”
Your Grams smiled as she let go of your hand and approached the man at the front of the bookstore, “you always know Melvin.”
As they conversed, you strolled through the big store on your way to the second floor. Before reaching the top, you yell out to Melvin.
“I'm hoping you'll let me take one.”
“Anything for my sweet Y/N, go ahead and look, there's a new one up there.” You hurried up the steps and across to the Book Wall, grinning ear to ear. From baby dragons to spell books, there was something for everyone. Anything you can imagine Melvin’s shop had it all.
When you took one off the shelf, you were greeted by a young boy who stood next to you. You couldn't tell if he was your age since down here, time moves at a different pace than it does on the surface. Still he looked quite young.
It was pleasant to see the creatures up close, even if you had never met them before. You stepped away from him, afraid of his reaction, and made your way to the chair sections. You sat down and picked up a book titled "The Origins of Reapers."
“How did you get here? I've never seen a girl human down here before.” You looked up from your book to see the boy you'd seen previously, frightened that he'd do something. You closed your eyes and shook your bracelet in front of his face.
As he waited for you to settle down, he laughed and sat next to you.
“I'm not going to harm you; all I wanted to do was ask a question. My name is Jake, what is yours?”
“My name is Y/N, and my grandparents have access to the world, so I tag along occasionally, may I inquire what you are?” you said slowly as you sat up straight.
He shifted in his seat and grinned, his face more dog-like. How could you be afraid of him?
“Well, don't be afraid of me since I'm a Grim Reaper in Training. I'm fairly innocuous. It's nice to see a human down here; normally, we only see humans when it's their time.”
You hear your grandmother calling from downstairs before he can continue.
“Coming”
You return his gaze and apologize as you rise, book in hand, and make your way to the stairwell.
“It was a pleasure to meet such a lovely human; please pay a visit to the Reaper Realm when you return. Simply request Jake.” He gave you a wave before yelling at Melvin.
“I'm leaving Melvin; my book is on your desk up here.”
As you return your attention to Jake, you hear Melvin's remark, but he vanishes into thin air as you descend the steps. Your grandmother expresses her gratitude to Melvin for the choice and exits through the front door.
“Are you all set to depart, sweetie?” With a shake of your head, you bid Melvin farewell as you close the door and return to the boat, where you sit down and take your gram's hand in yours.
"Let's go home," says your grandmother.
---
“So yeah, I've been traveling there with them ever since they introduced me to your world.” You came to a halt in the middle of your walk and coughed, wiping a tear from your cheek.
“My grandparents died a few years ago, and I haven't been back in a long time because I used to only go with them. It was doubly difficult because they both died on the same day, and she was telling me that she could see him on that day. I'm hoping she meant the Reaper, because they were the last thing to see them leave.”
You grabbed his arms on the spur of the moment and violently shook them.
“I know you must have records someplace, but could you please assist me in locating them as part of my dying wish? At the very least, let me see where they went; I need to know if they're okay.”
So this was the true you, the one in desperate need of a reconnection with the Gone. You received your response and devised a plan.
“Hey, don't worry... I'll see what I can do.  But there's no guarantee. I wasn't on the case at the time, so I'll have to do some digging, but I'll try.  “Can you tell me their names?”
Wiping tears from your eyes, you rose from your chair and dashed to your room, calling him over.
When you opened a box from under your bed, there were wonderful memories from you and your grandparents inside. You attempted to obtain more, but everything was returned to the Underworld, leaving you with only this.
Jay knelt down and picked up a photograph of you and them. They were regulars, and he had seen them around town. Hopefully, in the short time she had left, you could help her.
“Elizabeth and Albert Marvin were their names. I'm not sure if there's anything else I can do to assist you, but please do your best." As you hurriedly covered your mouth with your palm, a harsh cough came from your throat, and your chest began to throb as you placed your hand on your heart.
It was obvious that time was not on your side. You rise off the ground and walk over to Jay, looking up at him. You wrapped your arms around his frigid body, engulfing him in a hug.
Jay stood there awkwardly with his arms down as he gently moved you off and returned to the couch area.
“Like I said, there's no guarantee that I'll find them, and who knows, they could not even be alive. But I’ll try my best. It was a pleasure to speak with you, but I must depart because we are running out of time.”
He gave you a beeper before vanishing.
“Please page me on here if you need to reach me; I'll do my best to respond. You look after yourself.” 
You waved farewell as he left your house and returned to his, where he continued his exhaustive investigation.
He didn't want to let you down because he felt such a responsibility to you. He would complete whatever task he was given. He would do anything for you if he could see that smile on your face.
“Let's get down to business.”
---
 “Jay...Jay wake up” As you awoke slowly from your arms, you felt a push on your shoulder. As your eyes adjusted to the bright light, it took some time to figure out who was interrupting you.
“W-What exactly is it, Jake?” You and Jake have been coming in every day for the past five days, attempting to find a solution to your problem. Jake may have discovered something despite the difficulties.
“So, I just had an epiphany,  last time I saw Y/N she was at Melvin bookstore, so let's see if he knows anything about them.” You leapt from your chair and snatched a jacket as you ushered Jake out the door and toward Melvin.
For you and y/n, things were starting to look up.
Maybe you were going to do something good for one of your friends souls.
As you and Jake approached Melvin's business, you inhaled deeply and opened the door, eager to hear what he had to say to you.
Melvin's attention was drawn to the bell sound, and he looked up from his spectacles, saying, "Hey youngsters, what brings you here?"
“Well, we had a question for you regarding an old friend of yours, does Elizabeth Marvin ring a bell?” He pulled a photograph from his back pocket and presented it to him; his face darkened as he held the photograph in his hands and smiled broadly at it.
“Oh, my favorite customers. I don't have much information, but the last time they were in here, they were in a hurry and seemed concerned. “We have to make the crossing,” Elizabeth kept emphasizing.
As you and Jake turned to each other, you both had a frightened expression on your faces.
“Don't tell me they took the Crossing, shit,” says Jay You turned around and proceeded towards the door, thanking Melvin, while Jake grinned and waved farewell before heading out the door. He discovered you slumped against the wall, head down, groaning.
“Jay, please don't thin-”
“Keep your mouth shut Jake, because you know no one survives the Crossing without a guide. There are just too many wicked spirits out there, and you and I both know that getting to the finish is impossible. Jay growled as he stood up and kicked whatever was closest to him.
“Ugh, why did I do that?” 
Jake approached his friend and patted his back, unsure of how he would react. It was a small gesture. He knew it was impossible, but he didn't want his best friend to know. They still needed to be encouraged.
“I'm going back to headquarters to see what else we can find; meet me back there, okay?” As he watched Jake go from his sight, Jay nodded and thanked him for his assistance.
He didn't know what else to do, so he had to break the dreadful news to you. It turned out to be for the best. He was good at one thing: conveying bad information to others. What an ironic Reaper. With a shake of your head, you prepared to go to Y/N's flat.
Here goes nothing.
Jay was gone in a flash of dust and now stood in a familiar location, squinting as everything appeared to be different. Jay spotted clothes strewn on the floor, dishes scattered in the sink, and the bathroom's random lights flashing.
He was so preoccupied with the status of the house that he didn't see that your time was slowly eating away at you, that you were holed up under blankets in the bedroom with chest discomfort and dizziness that came and went.
Your once-young body was losing its ability to hold on to life. As you coughed loudly and grinned as you motioned for him to come over to you, you looked up and noticed him standing in the doorway.
You quietly sighed as you slowly climbed up, your hand resting on your chest.
‘So-so any news captain. “I need something to take my mind off the pain.”
As he prepared his message, Jay didn't make eye contact with you as he lifted your blanket over your body and patted it down. This felt different than relaying bad news as the “BIG AND BAD GRIM REAPER” As he was going to burst your bubble, something inside ached. What do people refer to it as? Sadness.
What exactly did you do to him?
“So, Y/N, please wait until I finish before you speak.” He took a big breath and continued, his lips curling in. “We've at a dead end; Jake and I spoke with Melvin, who indicated they were discussing the "Crossing," which in Grim Reaper lingo means "no go." That's a place where no one ever returns; it's only conceivable if you have a guide, which I'm not sure they did. They could be lost or worse, stolen by a spirit, for all I know. I-, I'm sorry, but I'm not sure.”
He heard your voice and looked down, avoiding eye contact. "It's okay Jay,"   He jerked up and glanced at your frail form, perplexed and terrified. In the light of your candle, he could see better, but death was creeping up on him. He just had a day  before he had to take you. He wasn't pleased with the situation or with you.
“It was a big ask, but I'm happy you and Jake did your hardest,” you said, a tear streaming down your cheek. That's all I requested, and despite the fact that it didn't work out, I liked the gesture, so thank you.”
“Thanks for doing business with you,” you said with a grin on your face as you extended your hand to him. As you looked him in the eyes, he took your weak hands in his and gently shook them.
“What, do I have something on my face? I don't want to appear unkempt.” You laughed and reached for your hands to be unlatched from his grip. Rather than releasing go, he drew you closer to him and kissed your gentle lips.
As you released each other, he wasn't thinking; in reality, he was panicked.
“Um- I don’t know what that is but I have to go. Sorry, I'll pick you up tomorrow-” “Please don't go,” you said as you took a big breath and clutched his hand. If I'm being honest, I'm afraid, and I could use some companionship before I take my final breath.”
“Sleep well y/n, we have a long walk tomorrow,” he said as he sat down on the bed and took your hand in his again before turning off the lamp. When you felt a squeeze in your palm, you smiled and laid over, allowing sleep to take control.
---
You were startled awake by Jay, who sat across from you, peering at the clock, as though intently staring at it.
You scooted up and waved a hand in front of his face to grab his attention, but he continued to stare at the clock.
“You have a few hours left, you know? Sorry, I was just doing some math." He turned to face you as you stumbled out of bed, grasping the bedside table before lifting yourself up like a drunk woman.
“Oh, well, it appears that my body is shutting down. Fun.” As you pushed him out of the room, you gave him a thumbs up.
“Let me get dressed; I want to look my best for when I DIE!” Jay was startled and furrowed his brows as he walked slowly to his seat, pondering why this generation was so eager to die.
You put on a cute hoodie your grandmother gave you and threw on some pants. As you fumbled about for shoes, you heard Jay ask a question from the other side of the door that made you pause.
'Are you going to call your parents or someone else?'
When you think back on your life, you were in theirs, but not much of them were in yours, which made you resentful of them. You didn't dislike them; you just preferred to spend your time and energy with people who made you feel at ease.
Your grandparents made you feel that way and you didn't have time to waste on people who you could care less about.
“I guess I'll send a text over.” Huffing, you took out your phone and entered your message into an already-created group chat.
"Hey guys, I'm not feeling well, could you come tomorrow?" you say.
(read 10:25 a.m.)
(typing bubbles)
(bubbles disappears)
Mom: This is such a last-minute thing, but your father and I are leaving tomorrow for a business trip that will last a week. Maybe when we come back. I'll send Sylvia over because I gave her the day off. “Be careful.”
Throwing your phone you yelled aggressively as you looked around your space. Even while you're dying, they don't give a damn about you. What is fucking family anymore?  You took one final look at your bed before stepping out and calling Jay, as if you didn't care any longer.
“Hey you good, I heard screaming but didn't want to interrupt if you were nude or something,” he said, looking up at your hesitant face. As you passed him on your way to the door, a smile crept across your lips.
“Oh shut up, come on, I got a request.”
Jay got up and walked past you as you turned to see your whole life stored away in a small space. Even if you didn't know where Jay would lead you, you had a feeling it would be better, right?
“Goodbye” As you walked slowly to your car in the parking lot, you grabbed Jay's hand in yours as you closed the door. As you held his hand even more, you felt it tense up.
“Hey what was that for?”
“You whine a lot, don't you? Come on, I've got a few more dying wishes before you take me and send me off somewhere, let's fucking go.”
He saw you let go of your hand as you walked to the opposite side of your car, hopped in, and turned on the ignition.
“Are you sure you're up for this? I don't want you passing out on me.”
Jay rushed next to you as he reached for your shoulder as a cough steadily burst from your throat, causing you to grasp your chest in anguish. You shook your head and gave your body a couple shakes as you waved your hand at him.
“I'm good, you know the exact time, so give me a heads up whenever I'm close.” “Anyway, less about my condition and more on the fun we're about to have.”
You put your foot on the brake and drove out the parking lot and on your way to the boardwalk that was a good distance away.
“Sit back, it'll be around 2 hours before we get to my favorite spot.”
Jay offered you a troubled expression as he laid his head on the window, pondering the time you had left while gazing out the window.
*8 hours left, you had eight hours left*
---
Coming up over the infamous hill, you notice the blue seas and immediately begin to brighten up as you repeatedly punch Jay in the arm.
“Jay... Jay... JAYYYY loook were here,” He grabbed your hand and swung it the other way before slowly turning to face you before your final punch. Don't bother Reapers while they're asleep; they don't get enough sleep as it is, and constantly bringing souls is exhausting.
“Please stopp I heard you the first five fucking times.” As he turned back to face the water, he rolled his eys and chuckled a little. The way the waves drenched the salty surface back and forth was more than simply water; it was an artwork.
Even though this might be your last moments on earth, you were glad you found someone to spend them with as you saw Jay's look. You put your hand on his shoulder and signaled for you to depart.
He stepped out of the car, mesmerized by the quiet waters, and walked over to your side, his gaze never leaving the sea.
“It's strange, I've seen my days of oceans before, and I've probably gone to all of them many times, but this one feels different. For a little moment, I forgot I wasn't human. Oh that remind me”
Jay rotated in a circle as he appeared to you dressed in more fashionable attire to placate the human crowd. He clutched your arm as he lost his footing for a second, then raced forward towards the boardwalk, thanking you.
“Hurry up, I didn't transform into a normal male for nothing, I want to see what you folk do up here.” He sneaked a glimpse at you as you laughed heartily at him, and before he knew it, you were running past him, his hand in yours, and on your way to the boardwalk's many attractions.
Spilled ice cream cups, lost money from arcade games, the sides of yours and his faces scorching from a lack of sunscreen, and not to mention the continual brushing of each other's hands were all part of the day. You took Jay's hand as the crowds filtered off the boardwalk and brought him to one of your favorite areas, the sand. As you approach the ocean now that the sun has lowered somewhat, it feels chilly.
As you stand in the cool ocean, letting the waves wash over your feet and taking a deep breath, attempting to relax, you feel a touch on your back. When you open your eyes, you notice Jay standing next to you, his gaze fixed on you. You laughed and placed your head on his shoulder; he didn't flinch or react this time.
He'd become accustomed to it and even loved it.
“How much time do we have left? Will I miss the sunset? Please say no.” You drooped your lips and glanced towards him, anxiously awaiting his response.
“Don't worry, you'll have time,” he said, taking your hand in his and pulling you down further away from the water as you both watched at the ball of light travelling toward the horizon.
The dazzling and flaming sun began to be swallowed by the sky as nightfall approached. The sky suddenly fills with beautiful, rich colors ranging from soothing blues to powerful reds and bright oranges, and finally thin, melancholy clouds.
Jay drew you closer, which surprised you, but you didn't mind because it was getting colder and fewer people were leaving the beach, leaving fragments of people strewn about. Jay drew your attention to himself before relaying the news to you.
Allow me to speak before I say what I truly need to say; these past three weeks have been incredible and eye-opening. I had no idea there were individuals out there that battled and were as brave as you. I understand how difficult it must be to go through all of these changes, but-”
A tear trickled down your face as you coughed, interrupting his speech.
*10 minutes left*
“Oh don’t start crying,” “All I wanted to say is thank you for allowing me to experience something different than my typical routine,” you joked as you pushed his chest. I don't get out very often, but tonight was enjoyable; I hope it distracted you from your worries.”
As you clasped your chest and pulled Jay out of worry, a fast cough attack hit your system.
*5 minutes left*
“I-i woul-l-d love to talk more about our fond memories but my chest is hurting and I think you need to get to the point.” You unbunched his shirt from your fist and let him continue, smiling despite your pain.
He embraced you in his arms because he was afraid he wouldn't have enough time to relay everything.
“Fuck it” 
He drew you in and kissed you again, this time more passionately than before. Your heart skipped a beat as heat rose from your stomach to your chest, and you weren't sure if it was a legitimate emotion or your condition was approaching. As you drew him closer to you, flinging your arms around his neck and smiling, the fragrance of salty sea water filled your nostrils. This moment, the taste of him… It calmed your racing thoughts and made you feel as if your heart was slowing down.
*1 minute left*
As you backed away from his kiss, your eyesight faded in and out, and as you looked about, your vision in the inner corners of your eyes started to go black. It was occurring, and your time was running out. You staggered into Jay's arms as he spoke into your ear, looking back at him.
“See you on the other side Y/N”
---
When you first awoke, you peered around at the dark waters, then looked up to see the real Jay. His Scythe's blade gleamed in the moonlight, and his velvet hood blew in the breeze. Not turning around you heard his voice, distinctly differently than before.
“Get ready, we're closing in on our dock.”
You slowly stood up and felt a prickling sensation on your wrist as you noticed your bracelet was lightly shining, something it had never done before. Perhaps it was the moonlight reflecting off of it.
You observed three figures standing at the dock through the mist and tried to figure out who they were. You didn't realize it until you got off the boat.
“Gramps and Gram, what?” Your voice trembled as tears streamed down your cheeks. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing.
“Is this a joke,” As you grabbed them in a deep hug, a hand pushed you closer to them.
“We missed you pumpkin.” You turned around and went towards the dark figure, making sure not to hit his Scythe as you drew Jay into a hug as you got snot on his coat.
“I thought you said you couldn't find them,” you remarked. “I had given up hope.” His face was obscured by a black gloom, so you couldn't see him.
“Um, sorry but could you change back to your normal self, just this once.” Jay reappeared in his usual body, simply regular old Jay, in a split second.
“I apologize for forgetting about that, but please don't thank me. It was all my pal Jake over there.” You turned around and raced over to Jake, hugging him and almost shoving him off the dock.
“Thank you thank you so much, I owe you one.” “Don't worry about it,” he said as he stepped back.
After letting go of him, you returned to the location where your grandparents were standing and took their hands in yours. It was time for you to leave, and all you had to do was walk away.
As tears streamed down your cheeks, you came to a halt and turned around to face him. It didn't take long for you to run back into his arms.
“I'm not usually this way, but I'm glad I found someone I can call a friend.” Jay, I hope we run across each other. Thank you for everything; I just wanted to let you know that your efforts are appreciated.”
You let him go and wave to him after pulling him into a goodbye kiss. You hear him calling out to you.
“I think I like you Y/N?”
“Well, I think we should talk about that the next time I see you.” You turn back and continue on your journey, giggling at his childish antics as you fade into the darkness.
As he and Jake hopped back into the boat to return home, Jay's smile never faded.
“I told you so”
“Oh shut it.”
He'd finally found that thing you'd always talked about, that haven where you felt so comfortable that the rest of the world couldn't possibly come crashing down around you. He was overjoyed to have discovered his HOME and vowed to do everything in his power to ensure he never lost it.
“See you soon Y/N.”
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My Pirate Lord and Our Life Ch. 61
Chapter 61
The night had been quiet. I wasn't sure how long it had been. It felt like it had been hours but it was likely only one since Motonari and the others had parted. The air seemed charged as if there were something wrong…the night too quiet. I could feel the tension in me winding up like a tight coil, ready to snap.
"Ava, I'm sure nothing is wrong. You really need to not stress." Misa said.
"Drink more of your tea perhaps." Miss Mayuko encouraged.
"Come on, you need to lay your head in my lap next to Kotoro's?" Kimi asked, a teasing tone to her voice. "I'll stroke your hair."
I gave her a look and then turned my head to Kotoro. He was indeed laying down in her lap, her fingers playing in his soft hair. I then let out a sigh as I looked at my friends. "I'm sorry. I just cant seem to shake this feeling that…that something is WRONG."
"Don't you worry, Princess." Keiji said, coming over to sit beside us with a jovial smile. He put a hand on my shoulder. "I'm sure everything is going just fine. Besides, this isn't like you. Where's that brave princess who dove off a cliff to start an alliance, huh?"
"You dove off a cliff?" Miss Mayuko asked.
"Fell off, while trying to climb down…in the dark." I corrected.
"You know, I am starting to think we really should have learned more about your life here before approving of Motonari." Misa remarked.
"Like our approval would have meant anything." Kimi remarked. "Just like how I didn't listen to you guys when you tried to warn me about…you know who."
I sighed. "Guys…"
"We're just teasing of course." Asuna assured me. "We can see how happy you are."
"And that that crazy idiot loves you very much." Misa added.
Before anymore could be said, one of the soldiers that had been outside guarding the castle gate came rushing in. He looked battered and bruised and covered in blood. "My lords…we're under attack!"
"Keiji, Yukimura, get out there and help now!" Hideyoshi ordered.
"On it!" Keiji said, jumping up and taking his spear. "Let's see just who's the best spear handler!" He said this last part looking at Yukimura.
"We may be on the same side…but it's definitely going to be me kicking your butt there." Yukimura replied. the pair were then running off to join the fight.
Hideyoshi gave out more orders. Mitsunari assisted him in coming up with the best strategy for defending the castle. I looked at my friends, worried. Little Kotoro was awake now, but sitting quietly and tensely in Kimi's lap.
"Don't worry girls and Kotoro, we'll keep you all safe." Hideyoshi assured us.
"We might want to find a place to hide everyone." Mitsunari said. The sounds of battle were getting louder and shouts were getting closer. "That…that doesn't sound good." I said.
"No, it doesn't." Hideyoshi said.
"I think we need to get Lady Ava and the others out of here."
Mitsunari said. "We need to find a place to hide you all."
"They have to be hidden separately from me." I said.
"What? No. We are a family and we're sticking together." Kimi said.
"Like hell am I leaving your side now." Misa spoke up.
"You guys have to." I said. "They're here to kidnap me. You're not safe with me."
"We're not separating and that's that." Kimi asserted.
"We stay together." Kotoro agreed.
"No time to argue. Let's all get going now." Hideyoshi said.
The girls were helping me up and then we were all exiting the hall. Hideyoshi, Mitsunari, and guards were with us, surrounding us and keeping a lookout as we snuck through the castle. The sounds of the fighting was quickly reaching us. Getting closer. We were close to an exit when we were stopped by Akari and a group of pirates she was leading.
She smiled at us. "Well, it was easier to get to you than I anticipated, my lady." She said looking right at me. "Captain Hiroto is going to be pleased."
"I don't relish the idea of fighting a woman, but I won't let you harm Ava!" Hideyoshi shouted. "Or anyone else."
Akari looked at him. "No one else has to get hurt here you know. Just hand her over. My captain and I have some tasks we need Motonari to complete…and she's the only way we're going to get that to happen."
"I won't let you take her." Hideyoshi replied.
Akari sighed. "You men are so predictable."
Hideyoshi quickly signaled some of the guards and then looked at me. He whispered to me. "Once the fighting starts and she's distracted, you girls take the guards and run."
I didn't have time to protest as Hideyoshi and Mitsunari began to engage Akari and her crew in battle. Our guards were quickly reaching for us and tugging on us. "Come, we must get you out of here."
I hated leaving Hideyoshi and Mitsunari, but I had no choice as we were pulled away by my guards. I was having a hard time running and was slowing everyone down. I was having a hard time catching my breath and my legs were feeling weak.
We were running down a hall when we encountered another group of pirates. There was a man leading them. He wore a particularly cruel smile. He was tall and wore the fanciest clothing and armor. "Well, looks like Akari did a good job separating you from your warlord guards."
"We won't let you touch the princess or any of these ladies!" One of our guards shouted.
"You should just give her up. You're not going to survive this fight." The man said.
Before I could say anything to stop anyone, the guards were engaged in battle with the pirates. "Run ladies!" The guards encouraged us. Misa was taking my hand. "Come on, Ava we have to go."
"Yes, we have to get out of here." Kimi agreed, holding Kotoro tightly to her chest.
We were then running, well as much as I could anyways. I looked over at my friends. "You guys…you have to leave me." I said.
"No, we're a family. We're sticking together." Kimi said.
"You can..get out and…get help." I replied. "And…think…think about Kotoro."
"You guys go." Misa said. "Don't worry I'll be staying with her. She's right that we should split up." "Alright, we'll get help." Kimi said.
We all quickly hugged and then separated. Misa and I went down one hall and the other girls and Kotoro went down another. We soon heard the sound of footsteps behind us. I hoped the guards would be alright.
I looked ahead of us and there stood Akari with a group of pirates, though it was significantly smaller than the group we had encountered her with. Behind us there running steps stopped and there stood the group pf pirates we had just fled from.
"Look at that no guards now." Akari said.
"You took care of that Hideyoshi?"
"My men are still fighting him, Captain Hiroto." Akari answered, addressing the man from before.
Misa and I were trapped with nowhere to go. God no! I can't…my baby…there has to be something I can do. I thought.
"Alright now princess or do you prefer Lady Mouri?" Hiroto said, looking at me. "Come with us. Don't worry I won't hurt you….so long as your husband does what I ask of him that is."
I felt my flask of water in the folds of my kimono. An idea struck me. I needed to buy time until the fighter could get to me and I had only one trick up my sleeve. I gripped my stomach and doubled over, crying out. "Ah!"
Misa looked at me alarmed. As I doubled over I managed to reach into my kimono and open the flask of water, dumping it out down the front of my kimono and on the floor.
"What…what's going on?" Hiroto asked, stopping in just a few feet from us.
I looked up at Misa and her eyes met mine. She caught on quickly. She then looked over at Hiroto. "She's having the baby you moron." She said, bravely standing up to him.
"Well, then we'd better get her to the ship. Looks like we're gonna have two hostages." Hiroto said.
"Ah!" I cried out. "There's no getting her anywhere." Misa replied. "She is having the baby now. She's not going to be able to walk."
For effect, I leaned against the wall behind me and slowly slid down. Crying out as I did so. Hopefully I could keep them fooled for a while.
"And who are you to know anything?" Hiroto asked.
"I'm her midwife you dumbass." Misa replied.
Hiroto looked at her. "You're either brave or really stupid to speak to me in such a manner."
"Look, you clearly need my lady and her baby alive for your little plan to work. And I am the one who is going to make sure they both survive. So, no matter what I say you're going to let me live." Misa replied.
"She's a fun one." Akari said, smiling.
"You…bastards…aren't getting your hands…on my baby!" I shouted at them. "And you…think Motonari…is going to…let you…get away with…this."
"Oh, he will and he will do everything we ask because you've clearly made him soft." Hiroto said. "The old Motonari wouldn't have let me get into his castle."
"You're…wrong…"
"Very wrong about that in fact. Quite certain she's made him stronger."
I was surprised by the familiar voice that showed up just then. We all turned to see Junichiro standing there with a group of his own men.
"I should have known you'd come to help Motonari out. You always did have some soft spot for him." Hiroto said.
"He's my friend." Junichiro replied.
It was then that Hideyoshi and Mitsunari were coming up from behind Akari and her group. Fighting was breaking out on either side of us at that moment. There was no way for Misa and I to get out. It was then that Junichiro had managed to break away from the fighting and was coming up to Misa and me.
"Alright, let's get you girls out of here. Don't worry, my guys are already helping your other friends." Junichiro assured me. "They're safe."
Misa and I nodded. "Thanks." I said.
Misa was helping me up, but my legs felt like jelly and I was having a hard time standing.. "Ava, are you alright?" Misa asked me.
"I…"
"He's going to kill me for this, but it's the best way to get you out of here safely." Junichiro said before scooping me up into his arms.
"I think…he'll forgive you as long as I'm safe." I replied.
Hideyoshi had managed to fight his way over to us. "Who are you?" He asked, looking at Junichiro.
"He's an old friend of Motonari's." I explained. "Junichiro. He's here to help."
Hideyoshi nodded. "Alright, I'll help you get Ava and Misa out of here."
Hideyoshi and one of Juniciro's men were helping us fight our way out. "You get back here with my hostage!" Hiroto shouted as he came after us.
Hiroto was getting close to us, but a shot sounded and came close to him. "How 'bout you stay the hell away from my wife!"
Relief flooded through me as I turned to see Motonari up ahead, pistol in hand with a smoking barrel. His blood red eyes glared hard at Hiroto. I knew Motonari's words and the glare were no empty threats. It appeared Hiroto knew it as well.
Hiroto smiled. It was the smile of a madman. "Well, looks like we get to fight after all."
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mggpleasedontlookhere · 5 years ago
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request: Spencer Reid and reader go undercover at a baseball game and their really close friends but then they get put on the kiss cam 👉👈
word count: 1,204                                                                                     reading time aprox: 4 mins 30 secs
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“Did you know that essentially baseball is based on the physics of fluid dynamics, and a pitch produces a turbulent wake of air behind the ball. At which gets deflected depending upon which way the ball rotates. The rotation, actually causes the ball to move across the plate according to the same principles-” Spencer rambles, maneuvering his fingers around to motion to a spherical form rotating on it’s axis. 
“And why would I know that Reid?” I laughed while playfully pushing him to the side, making sure he didn’t fall sideways on the steps we were trudging on. “You know for a guy who knows about the physics of sports, you don’t seem to actually like the sport itself” I criticized, watching Spencer cringe and crinkle his nose. 
“I prefer the sport of chess” He retorted, scanning his eyes over the various crowds of middle age dads, young children, and die hard fans that populated the stands. 
We were working a case here in New York City, comprised of a retired MLB investor who’s been suspected of 4 homicides of past athletes that played for the Mets. 
I scoffed in amusement at the articulation of his words. “Remind me to educate you on being a normal human being after we’re done with this case” I teased whilst profiling the event. The floors of the stadium were tarnished in the sticky residue of spilled soda combined with leftover popcorn kernels. 
“Oh be quiet Y/L/N, you were nowhere close to being normal when we were kids” Spencer commented, referring to my theater phase where I enacted and memorized every line from The Phantom of the Opera. 
Reminiscing on my glory days, I remember compelling Spence to drop his physics textbooks when he was studying for his finals in high school, so that he would recite the entire play with me. “Okay but you were an atrocious Phantom to my Christine” I countered. 
We both laughed at the memories we’ve made together, taking our seats in the process as the game resumed from it’s halftime show. “Our unsub a 35 to 45 year old white male” I reminded him, examining the game in process. “But that’s literally almost everybody in here” I groaned, seeing the lack of diversity in the stands. 
“Yeah, but remember we’re looking for someone in posh clothing with the possibility of being overweight, which matches with the corresponding insecure factor of our unsub” He noted, taking a look at the VIP box that hung just above the top rows of the stadium. “He’s still regarded as a figure of influence so he may be in there” He gestured pointing to the location where many high class individuals usually resided. 
“You may be right, let’s go-” I began my sentence but was abruptly interrupted by the sound of the announcer’s voice broadcasted all over stadium. “Ladies and Gentlemen, I hope everyone’s having an extraordinary time with us-” The man on the speaker said, although I drowned out his words as my focus derived from allocating our suspect in the VIP box. 
The man began announcing advertisements and I took that as an opportunity to leave. “Come on Spence, you go into the room and I’ll-” I instructed while maneuvering out of the stands until a man twice my height and size unexpectedly occupied the seat at the end of the row, impeding my exit strategy. I went up to try and tap the individual to motion for him to leave, but instead he brought his legs up and settled them on the spine of the seat in front of him. 
What a jackass
I reached for my badge that hung on the hemline on my pants when I felt Spencer nudge at me in hesitance. He then pointed up to the big screen on the opposite side of the stadium when I had realized that both of our faces were shown in pixels. Bewilderment flooded my thoughts until I saw ‘Kiss Cam’ in big bright animated letters lay coolly on the screen. 
I gulped, watching Spencer looking at me for answers while he rubbed his hands on the material of his pants. Noticing his panicked state, I waved off the camera, indicating that I didn’t want to be part of the tradition, but was revoked on the choice when the crowd began to chant. 
“KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS!” permeated both mine and Spencer’s eardrums making my heart race increase. Spencer continued to look at me in apprehension, dread probably running through that pretty little head of his. 
“Spence, forget them, we don’t have to anyway” I turned around tugging at his arm to walk away from the cameras, but he took his stance. I peered at him in puzzlement, questioning his actions until he practically yanked my arm to where we were chest to chest. 
A red tint had blossomed on the apple of my cheeks as I felt his breath fanning over my face. “Spence I-” I stuttered, not knowing how to go about the situation. 
“Just shh” Spencer reassured. “Can I?” He sweetly asked, staring at my lips as I did so to his. I nodded in affirmation, the warmth shared between us making the small interaction more intimate. With my consent, he leaned down pressing a chaste kiss on lips.   
Kissing him felt like I was jumping on clouds or floating in space with nothing tethered to me. The skin on his lips were soft and supple as he maneuvered them sublimely against my own. Regardless of the short and affection gesture, he lingered after he was finished, placing another kiss on my forehead. 
The kiss cam then traveled to another pair, but time seemed to stop on it’s own as we stood gazing at one another. “I- Spence you didn’t really have to-” I spoke, shaking my head in disbelief at what had occurred. 
“But I wanted to” Spencer professed, cutting me off mid sentence and denying me of the radical accusations I’ve made. 
“You’ve never told me, that you know, you liked me or a-anything. I jus-st thought that you didn’t like me, especially with JJ when we f-first started and then-” I rambled, unable to produce regular sentences without getting my words caught up in each other. 
Spencer reached over, grabbing my chin with his forefinger and thumb to acquire my attention. “I’ve never taken the chance to” He admitted shyly, caressing his thumb over the soft skin of my face. 
His hazel eyes emitted nothing but a loving and genuine gaze that made my heart melt right into his hands. In all the years that I’ve been with him, I’ve never noticed his affection towards me. 
“It’s funny how you’re a profiler and you haven’t been able to figure it out Y/L/N” He taunted, grinning at me while the blush on my cheeks grew exponentially. 
“Shut up Spence, you’re just lucky I even let you kiss me” I retorted, shaking my head at him as we were finally able to surpass the ignorant man wouldn’t let us out of the aisle. 
“Yeah I am lucky aren’t I” He praised, wrapping a firm arm around my waist as we walked towards the VIP box. 
“Damn straight, Dr. Reid” 
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A/N
woah two imagines in one day, i must be going crazy
btw, i have one more request to write, then i’m going to be writing pt. 2 of ‘It Should’ve Been You’ 
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trashyswitch · 4 years ago
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In a Lee Mood? Ask Logan!
Janus and Remus are in Lee moods. One is shy, the other is confident. When Remus finds them a ler, Janus must learn how to gain the courage to ask for tickles. Otherwise, he won't get them.
This fanfic was suggested by @ashleedragon on Tumblr.
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I hope you enjoy Ash! :D
Janus and Remus were struggling majorly in the lee department. They were talking about how much they really wanted to be wrecked, but didn’t know who exactly to go to. They wanted someone confident in their goal, and someone who can tickle both of them at once, if possible. Finally, Remus had had enough.
“That’s it! We need to head to someone NOW. And I know just the person!” Remus declared, standing out proudly.
“Who? I’m not intrigued whatsoever.” Janus asked.
“Logan! He’s smart, confident in himself, and he knows how to use tickle tools! He is a MASTER of tickling, I know that for sure!” Remus declared.
“I...Oh…” Janus started curling up, blushing in pure embarrassment. “Okay…”
“Come on!” Remus begged, grabbing Janus’s hand.
“Nooooooo! Let me sit alone in my lee mood like a good boy!” Janug begged.
“But I know you want the tickles just as much as I do!” Remus argued. He huffed. “If you don’t get up, I will bring Logan to us and you’ll have no choice but to face him.”
“Then I’ll act like a little shit.” Janus said with his tongue stuck out.
Remus smiled. “Good.” he said before exiting the room. “OOOOOH LOOOOGAAAAAAN~” Remus yelled to the hallway.
Janus whined and covered his ears as Remus called and called for Logan. Janus didn’t wanna take Logan away from his activity to come and tickle him, of all things. He felt embarrassed about his lee mood as it was. He didn’t need Remus standing up for him and getting them both a ler to make his lee mood go away. Maybe he liked being in a lee mood! What if it actually makes him distracted for a while? What if he likes watching scenes and cowering like a baby in the corner?
...He really doesn’t...It was just a hypothetical.
Janus looked up at Logan as he walked into the room. “Greetings Janus. I hear you two are in need of something rather immediate?” Logan clarified.
“Only if you want to, of course.” Janus said to him, blushing.
“Of course! It is my job to try and organize better strategies for satisfactory reasons with Thomas. And if that involves helping someone, or a couple sides out, then I will happily do so.” Logan told him.
Janus smiled and looked down. “You don’t need to do that…” Janus muttered with an embarrassed expression.
Remus giggled. “Poor Janus! He’s been acting like this all morning! I feel he deserves some teases and jokes, don’t you, Logan?” Remus teased.
Janus whined and covered his face.
“I don’t know...I’m not an emotional person, but it does look like he’s rather more red than usual…A little like a tomato or a cherry…” Logan teased with a smirk on his face.
“Exactly!! That’s what I was thinking!” Remus reacted.
Logan looked at Remus. “Hmm...And didn’t you say you were in the same mood?” Logan asked.
Remus nodded. “You betcha!” He replied proudly and lifted up his arms.
Logan looked at Janus and back at Remus. “Okay. Looks like I’m going here first.” Logan went for Remus’s exposed armpits first, earning him a squeal and a giggle. “Oooooh, This is a good spot, if I do say so myself.” Logan teased, looking at Janus from the corner of his eye.
Remus giggled as his hands were grabbed and pinned above his head. “Ohohoho geheheheez…” Remus giggled.
“What’s the matter, Dukey? Getting a little nervous?” Logan teased.
Remus nodded. “Very.”
“Very well. I suppose I can get this-” Logan paused his words and started tickling Remus’s open armpit.
“EEEEEEHEHEHEHEK! LOHOHOGAHAHAN YOHOHOHOU AHAHAHASS!” Remus laughed.
“Oh? Since when am I a bottom?” Logan asked.
“SINCE NOHOHOHOW!” Remus decided.
“Nothing is wrong with being a bottom, Remus. However, I do have a slight problem with being a lazy bottom. I prefer to be quick, yet precise with my movements. An example: My strategizing associated with my attacks right now!” Logan explained.
Remus laughed and looked over at Janus, who was embarrassed and slightly jealous. “GEHEHEHEHET JAHAHAN, WHYHY DOHOHON’T YAHAHA?!” Remus asked.
Logan giggled. “But you asked first! And besides: I want to keep tickling you! You’re rather fun to tickle!” Logan admitted.
“AHAHAM IHI?” Remus asked.
“Yes! Indeed you are, my evil ticklish friend.” Logan teased.
Remus blushed at that. “AHAHAHAM NAHAHAhahahat!” Remus felt as Logan’s tickles moved down to his upper ribs and ab muscles.
“My goodness! I must admit, I am rather impressed by your abdominal muscle size. It is a little stronger and very well kept compared to Roman’s abdominal six pack.” Logan reacted.
“HEY!” Roman shouted from another room.
“HEHEHE HAHAHAS A POHOHOHOINT!” Remus yelled back.
“SURE HE DOES, MR. GAGGLES.” Roman spat back.
Remus giggled and shook his head. “Meheheheheheanie…” He muttered.
“I know...But he doesn’t understand the true love for tickling as much as you do.” Logan joked.
“Truhue! Yohohohou gehehet ihihit!” Remus mentioned.
“Indeed I do.” Logan replied, looking at Janus.
Janus was looking away, trying not to watch the tickles he really wanted.
“Awww, it looks like Janus really wants tickles too. Should I give them to him?” Logan asked.
“If you want to, sure!” Remus reacted.
Janus lifted his head a little, in hope.
But Logan shook his head with a smirk. “He can tell me if he wants to.” Logan told Remus.
Janus groaned.
“Is something the matter, Janus?” Logan asked.
Janus muttered something, but it was too quiet to hear him.
“I’m sorry, I’m afraid I can’t hear you. Can you repeat that?” Logan asked.
“Iwantyoutoticclemeeee…” Janus muttered again.
“I’m so sorry...Now you’re saying it too quickly! Can you please repeat-”
“I WANT TICKLES!” Janus yelled.
Logan widened his eyes and giggled. “Nohohow you’re too loud! May you please repe-”
“DAMN YOU LOGAN!” Janus shouted. “JUSTGIVEMETHEMALREADY!”
Remus was laughing at this point. “WOHOHOHOW! HEHEHEHE’S PIHIHIHIHISSED!” Remus laughed.
Logan was chuckling. “Ihihi know! All that just for some tickles!” Logan reacted.
Janus growled and started to walk away. But Logan stopped him. “Come on Janus. Lighten up a little. I’ll tickle you. I’d love to tickle you!” Logan told him.
“W-Will you? P-P-Please?” Janus begged.
“Sure!” Logan replied.
Logan gently grabbed Janus’s hand and led him down to the carpet. “Remus, come here too.” Logan encouraged them. Remus nodded and followed them to the carpeted floor. Logan kneeled down while Janus and Remus both laid down onto their backs.
Janus smiled as his blush deepened. “Thank you. And...sorry about the outburst. I was definitely put together.” Janus apologized.
“It’s alright, Jay. Now lay back...relax…” Logan gently closed both their eyes and used his conjuring abilities to conjure up some blindfolds onto their eyes. Then, Logan tickled Janus’s sides first.
“HAHAHAHA! Hehehehehey! Ihihihihi’m fihihirst!” Janus reacted.
“Of course you are! Why would I go for Remus first when he already got some of his tickles?” Logan asked.
Janus shrugged his shoulders as he did everything in his power to not move his hands away. He feared that if he did, then Logan would stop and move back to Remus.
“Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle~” Logan teased.
“Whyhyhyhyhyhy?” Janus asked.
“Because it’s fun! And I know that the teasing adds to the tickles tremendously.” Logan added. “And you seem to enjoy the teases!”
Janus covered up his mouth. “Ihihihi dohoho nohohohohot!” Janus reacted.
“Take away the word ‘not’, and you’ll have my response.” Logan told him.
Janus shook his head. “Uhuhuhunfahahahair!” Janus told him.
“Unfair, huh?” Logan clarified. “Let’s see how unfair I could be then.” Logan stopped tickling Janus and started tickling Remus again.
“Ohohokahahahay! Greheheheat! Mehehehe ahahagahahain!” Remus reacted.
“Yup! It’s you again, Remus.” Logan replied.
Remus giggled and rolled back and forth on the carpet while Janus was watching with annoyance. “Come on, Logan! Can’t you do us both?” Janus asked.
Logan giggled. “Only if you say please.” he replied.
“Fine...Can you please tickle us both?” Janus asked.
Logan nodded and gave him a hand. “Sure!”
Logan wrapped his arms around Janus and Remus from behind, and started tickling both of their bellies.
Remus and Jaus were both giggling, wiggling around and loving every minute of it.
“Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle, my little lees~” Logan teased. “That’s the right word, right?” Logan clarified.
Remus bursted out laughing more at Logan’s question. “YEHEHEHEHES! IHIHIHIT IHIHIHIS!”
“Good, good.” Logan moved down to their lower bellies, earning snorts from Remus and squeaks from Janus. “How about here? Does it tickle more here?” Logan teased.
“YEHEHEHEHEHESS! *snort* IHIHI- *snort* -IHIHIT DOHOHOHOES!” Remus laughed.
“EEEEEEK! YEHEHEHEHES! EEEEHEHEHEHE- IHIHIT TIHIHICKLEHEHES!” Janus laughed as well.
“Ooooooh! I wonder which belly button is the more ticklish of my two lees…” Logan asked out loud. “Remus’s?” Logan poked his belly button.
Remus gasped and squeaked SUPER loudly! “NUUUUUUUHOHOHOHOHO!” Remus screamed!
Logan giggled at the reaction. “Or Janus’s?” Logan asked before poking Janus’s belly button next.
Janus wheezed and clapped his hands a few times. He was shaking his head as he silently laughed, occasionally falling out of quiet laugh and into screeches and cackles!
“Well I see we have our answer!” Logan reacted. “Janus has a more ticklish belly button.”
Janus pushed at Logan’s hand and threw his head back as he kept on cackling like a wild man.
Logan loved seeing them laugh like this. It was surprisingly really fun making them laugh! And it was even fun teasing Janus to oblivion while he tickled Remus and made comments. Even the word tickle was enough to make the boys die of laughter.
Though, his fingers were just as useful too.
Logan decided from then, on to be their ler for when they were in strong lee moods. Remus was over ecstatic like a child over it, while Janus was happy about it but showed it in a more casual way. Logan gave them both a hug, a few more tickles and a farewell as he left the two boys alone.
“So: Would you say that was worth the embarrassment?” Remus asked with a smug smile on his face.
“...........No.” Janus replied.
Remus bursted out laughing at the reply. Such a Janus thing to say!
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aprilsrant · 5 years ago
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Lay all your love on me | Oliver Wood x Slytherin!Fem!Reader.
SUMMARY: (Y/N)’s been crushing on the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain for over three years. Now, in their seventh and last year of Hogwarts, her friends are determined to get them together.
WORD COUNT: 2,833.
WARNINGS: underage drinking. (If there are more and I didn’t put them, let me know).
NEXT PARTS:
Honey Honey! (part two)
When I kissed the teacher (part three).
A/N: so, this came out because of a random idea and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. For some reason, I like to imagine wizards dancing to ABBA, of course it’s the muggleborns and maybe halfbloods that know about them. This was written while I listened to Lay all your love on me, slowed down, on repeat. I algo gave the reader’s friends name because it was easier, and I may or mat not based their personality on my own close friends…
English is not my first language so if there are any mistakes, I’m sorry! Reblog if you can, and if you have any suggestions or requests just DM!
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tags: @peeves-a-legend​ (thank you for everything).
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The Ravenclaw vs Hufflepuff Quidditch match had ended with a win for the eagle’s house, although the other team did not make it easy for them. The Hufflepuffs were known for their patience and hard working nature, giving up easily was not one of their traits and that’s exactly what everyone had seen on the match this afternoon. They knew their opponent’s Seeker, Cho Chang was getting better with each game  she played, so the Captain of the Hufflepuff Team decided their best chance was, if he wasn’t fast enough to catch the snitch that is, to lash out against the poor Keeper. 
And so they did. 
The Chasers, Preece, Macavoy and Applebee, were unstoppable. On the occasion the Quaffle landed in their hands, which had been like seventy percent of the time, they would use many different strategies to confuse the other players, including the Keeper, and score a goal.
Even after their brilliant performance, Ravenclaw still won by twenty points ahead when Cho Chang caught the snitch. A small distraction from the Hufflepuff Seeker and Captain had cost them the victory, but that didn’t discourage the badgers, hell, (Y/N) thought nothing could after how well they had played. She had never felt so much respect for the usually overlooked House. 
That was pretty much the reason why the Ravenclaws were so eager to celebrate their win and had invited the whole school, or at least everyone up to the age of fifteen, to their Common Room. Many people believed they weren’t capable of throwing a good party since they were supposed to be smart and have their head on a book every minute, but (Y/N) never doubted them. One of her best friends was a Ravenclaw and that girl sure knew how to have fun, school and good grades being the last thing on her mind whenever she got sight of the Firewhisky. 
If you had asked for (Y/N)’s opinion, she would tell you Ravenclaws were the seconds best at Hogwarts on the matter of hosting parties, Slytherins right up to them. Albeit that may have been biased, she herself was a Slytherin and, thinking about it, she never went to any Gryffindor parties because, well, no one except her other friend wanted a Slytherin there. Many of them thought they were some kind of saints just because they were brave and didn’t realise they were, instead, a bunch of reckless and prejudiced twats. The remaining house, Hufflepuff, took parties to a whole other level and sometimes it became all a little too much. She wasn’t much of a party person but she still enjoyed them from time to time, but they went insane any time alcohol was in the room and started to come up with crazy ideas that would, with no doubt, get them expelled. 
After waiting ten minutes for a member of the house to step out and answer the riddle for her, which (Y/N) knew you didn’t need to be part of the house to reply but even as a Slytherin and having, supposedly, a cunning and intelligent mind she sucked at those kind of questions; she, and twenty others,  finally entered the Ravenclaw Common Room, which was completely renovated since the last time she had visited it.
The circular and wide room was filled with students from all the four houses making it seem smaller than it actually was. The moon shone, filtering through the arched windows, barely illuminated but some flickering and colour changing lights on the ceiling made it work. The furniture was against the wall on the left side so people could dance freely in the middle, while the tables on the right bursted with food and bottles of alcohol. A muggle radio had been placed on one of the large table’s corner and to (Y/N)’s delight, it wasn’t playing any songs by the Weird Sisters. She loathed that band since last year when some students, presumably Gryffindors, enchanted the speakers on the hallways to repeatedly play one of the group’s songs. 
The girl started to move towards the left side of the room, avoiding the crowd growing larger and larger. Trying to catch some familiar faces, she stood on her tiptoes and observed the room, but the lack of light and her problem with seeing things from afar, made her search harder. A couple of minutes had passed when she recognized the trio she was friends with. They were waving and screaming her name, trying to catch her attention, right beside the door that led to the dormitories.  
(Y/N) grinned at them while walking in their direction. Once she settled on Isla’s side, her best friend since childhood, some of her nerves were washed away a little. It was easier for her to be in a place packed with people if she had her close friends as company. Dorian, the last one to join the group in their fifth year, offered her a black cup with, judging by the smell, Quintin Black, her favourite. The corners of her mouth quirking up as a way of saying thanks without having to shout at him to make herself be heard through the loud music.
The Multicolour Quartet — name they all despised but stood with it because it was one of Dorian’s drunk comments when he realised how they were all from different houses; (Y/N) was the Slytherin, he was the Gryffindor, and the other two, Isla and Ethan, were both Ravenclaws — easily fell in a conversation about Isla’s brilliant performance as Chaser for her House’s Team, the other three complimenting her whenever she started to list all the errors that almost allowed the Hufflepuffs to win.
Spacing out of her friend’s chat, (Y/N)’s eyes peer round the room looking, nearly in a desperate way, for someone in particular. Answering the comments the other three made with a simple nod of her head or a yes to seem like she was paying attention, her eyes fixated in a figure directly across from them, supporting it’s body’s weight on a wall. He was surrounded by some of his classmates and friends from the same house, but she could still see, albeit with great trouble, his short brown hair and his right hand holding a black cup, equal to the one she had. 
She failed to realise that her friends had noticed where her attention travelled to. Sharing knowing glances and smirks they knew it was time for (Y/N) to talk to the boy she’d been crushing on for three years now. Isla and Ethan left saying some people were starting to cause trouble, not that (Y/N) had actually listened to them, too lost in attempting to catch another glimpse of the boy. That ended on Dorian, the most chaotic of the four, finding the way to make them, at least, share two or three words.
Suddenly, she felt a hand on her left arm dragging her along the room and pushing people on the way. That belonged to Dorian and it didn’t take long for her to understand what he was doing, his mischievous smile betraying him. Her eyes widened and she shook her head while planting her feet on the floor, putting all her strength on them so he wouldn’t move her. She didn’t succeed. Obviously because of his friend’s stronger hands. 
A chant of pleas and several no exited from her mouth, but it was useless. If something got inside Dorian’s head, then nothing could stop him from doing it. A trait they both shared and the cause of a few of their arguments, neither of them knew when to back the hell down. Not even the promise of (Y/N) doing his Arithmancy homework for two weeks made him stop on his tracks. Dorian had really compromised to the cause because she knew how much he detested that subject, only taking it to please his father. 
Before she could raise the offer to a month, they were already in front of him and the group he was chatting with. 
Oliver Wood smiled at the two friends, recognizing only one of them but still being kind and inviting towards her, whose heart was about to jump out of her chest from how fast it was beating. 
“Hey, Wood, how’re you doing?,” Dorian greeted him first and then nodded at the others as if he was saying hi, “preparing for the Quidditch match next week?”
(Y/N) stood awkwardly by Dorian’s side, looking and smiling shyly at people she had never interacted with. She was going to cut this boy’s head of the minute everyone left.
“Yeah, the Hufflepuffs played like hell today.” She heard Oliver say. His words tumbling with each other. Was he already starting to get drunk? “I think I’ll need to book more practices if we want to win next week”.
Luckily, or not, Dorian noticed he hadn’t introduced his friend to the group yet. And even if she didn’t like to just stand there like a rigid stick, she hated the new attention.
“This is (Y/N) (Y/L/N), by the way,” he announced while placing his right hand on the upper side of her back and pushing her body to the front. And the shy smile made an appearance on her face once more. 
She whispered a small hello, looking at everyone but Oliver, and instantly felt the need to jump off the Astronomy Tower, not long after making Dorian the next designated Gryffindor Ghost. 
“What house are you in? I’ve never seen you before,” questioned one of the boys next to Oliver with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and a lost look on his eyes, as if he was trying to place her and remember the colours of the tie she used daily.
“She’s not a Gryffindor, maybe that’s why you haven’t seen her much,” Dorian answered before she had the chance to, “she’s actually a Slytherin.” A new expression on his face now, intimidating the others to see if they dared to express some kind of negative or stupid comment to his friend about the house she belonged to. No one said anything. She saw Dorian smiling proudly from the corner of her eye, but in that moment (Y/N) had the weird sensation she was some kind of prey to starving lions.
The group began to talk to each again, like nothing happened, all except Oliver, who was looking at her with his eyebrows raised and an intriguing sparkle in his dark brown eyes.
Dorian spoked once more.
Does he ever shut up?
“Remember the other day you said you were falling behind in Potions and Transfiguration?” Oliver nodded at him, signalising her friend to keep talking. “Well, I have the perfect person to help you with that. (Y/N) tutors me from time to time in those subjects too.”
Forget the Astronomy Tower, she desperately needed some kind of magical earthquake that could crack the floor beneath her feet and swallow her whole.
It’s not like Dorian was lying, she had helped him, and still did sometimes, to study for an important test, not only in Potions and Transfiguration, but also in the rest of the subjects they shared. Merlin knew that boy was a disaster when talking about paying attention to classes. But that didn’t mean she was good enough to tutor Oliver freaking Wood. (Y/N) could treat Dorian how she wanted if he wasn’t trying to, at least, know what she was talking about, they were friends and most of their time together was spent hitting each other, but how was she supposed to act around the precious Gryffindor Quidditch Captain?
“Great!,” Oliver exclaimed quickly. A sudden blush crept all the way from below his turtle neck to his cheeks, but she couldn’t identify if it happened because of the alcohol or embarrassment from sounding “too enthusiastic”. He cleared his throat before speaking again. “I was about to start looking for one. McGonagall said that if I don’t get my grades up to an Exceeds Expectations, I won’t be able to play the rest of the matches.”
“That sucks, but you’d found one already so you two can start immediately with the tutoring sessions”, Dorian commented slily while looking at her with the smile of a champion adorning his face.
He was trying exceptionally hard, she had to give him that.
In a swift movement, she drank the whole content of her cup to see if the knot that had formed on her stomach would go away. The blonde girl, perhaps a member of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, beside (Y/N) noticed her drink was missing and offered her to reach out for one of the bottles of the table across. The Slytherin nodded and asked for the bottle of Quintin Black if there was still one.
“So you like Scottish things?” Oliver observed, with his eyes lighted up and his bottom lip stuck beneath his teeth, when he saw her grab the bottle of alcohol filled to the middle with onyx liquid. 
“She sure does.” She heard Dorian mumble, he had tried to hide the smirk burying his face on his cup but (Y/N) took notice of that too. After giving him a pointed look, she turned her head towards Oliver, who, hopefully, hadn’t heard her friend’s remark; if he had, he was good at concealing it.
Her response was interrupted by the starting melody of “Lay all your love on me”, one of her favourite songs, and a voice that could only belong to her best friend, screaming her name. Out of nowhere, Isla took her hand, said something to Oliver and Dorian about returning her to them later, and yanked (Y/N) to the direction of the made up dance floor, making her almost drop the cup she was holding.
It was an unspoken rule between them, whenever one of their favourite songs was on the radio, they would stop what they were doing, important or not, and start to dance and sing, without caring about other people’s opinion. It was something like a ritual that had become a safe space and a signature of their friendship for both of the girls.
A few seconds through the song had played when Celine stopped dancing and approached her friend, whispering something in her ear.
“Okay, don’t look and don’t freak out, but Oliver hot stuff Wood is staring at you.”
“What? What do I do?” 
“Just keep dancing, I guess, maybe he likes it.”
“I don’t know how to dance, why would he like it?” 
Confusion and panic in her eyes, (Y/N) tried to think about all the logical reasons Oliver Wood, one of the most attractive guys in the school, could be watching her dance. The girl knew she wasn’t beautiful, even if her best friend repeatedly said so, she wasn’t funny or interesting and, on top of all, she belonged in Slytherin, the House with the worst reputation. 
“No idea, but whatever it is, keep doing it.” 
Her best friend winked at her, a large and contagious smile spreading over her face. Grabbing one of (Y/N)’s hands, she made her twirl around following the fast beat of the song. Seizing the opportunity, (Y/N) glanced at Oliver and discovered that he was, indeed, staring at her while he drank from his black cup.
A random and unexpected laugh flew out of her mouth. Her best friend, carefree as always, began to giggle with her while dancing around the room. She had never felt more alive, and some people would think she was ridiculous for actually thinking it, but singing her favourite song at the top of her lungs, dancing and laughing and just having fun with her best friend. Excitement running through her veins uniting with the nerves Oliver’s attention towards her had provoked; a slight headache caused by the alcohol mixing with the new confidence coming from the same thing. 
Aware of the dark brown eyes focusing on her, she turned around once more, but this time she didn’t look away. She kept singing, beaming at him from the middle of the dance floor, and maintaining eye contact. A sudden thought appeared on her mind, if she’d had maybe one more full cup of Quintin Black, perhaps she would’ve been confident enough to ask him on a date. 
Don’t go wasting your emotions, lay all your love on me.
Don’t go sharing your devotion, lay all your love on me.
(Y/N) didn’t think that he would take that as an invitation when she whispered the words while looking at him, it wasn’t even meant to be one, but Oliver Wood had left his cup on the table next to him and was now walking towards her.
A little small talk, a smile and baby I was stuck. 
I still don’t know what you’ve done with me.
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