#yes i know gifs 6 and 7 are out of order but it looks better that way okay

[kenzie-ann27]

You said you'd be my friend no matter what, remember?

Terra | Teen Titans (2003 - 2006)

[alacants]

juanki & ferru: the lore

(or, why i am so abnormal about them.)

they've known each other since they were kids in valencia - juanki played youth tennis with ferru's older brother (who was a junior champion) and later ferru spent a year at the academy

"Even when we were little we played together… we have been friends since we were small."

they're self-described best friends + were joined at the hip on the circuit

tennis club unveils a statue of juanki in his hometown? ferru is there. ferru's family throws him a surprise birthday party? juanki is there. holding clinics. going on retreats. traveling to and from tournaments together. coordinating which tournaments they enter so they can travel to and from tournaments together. ← YES, REALLY.

in ferru's own words, "it's always better with him." ok.

they didn't actually play each other that often - their h2h is 7-2 in ferru's favor. they did famously meet in back to back finals in 2010 - appropriately, juanki won one and ferru won the other. :)

in 2009 juanki was called up to the davis cup team for the first time in 4 years. first he was supposed to be a reserve, then he was supposed to play a dead rubber. then fernando verdasco melted down, the fifth rubber became very live, and he ended up single-handedly saving the day and sending them to the sfs.

so when in the final ferru came back from 1-6 2-6 down to beat radek stepanek he immediately raced over to throw himself in juanki's arms, rip alberto costa who got in the way. then of course he dedicated the win to juanki.

the davis cup is just… a whole thing with both of them. so it's appropriate that now etc.

speaking of tournaments that are a whole thing with both of them. after juanki bought the rights to the valencia open, he invited ferru to share them. true love is (checks notes) co-parenting an atp 500 tournament

so when juanki decided to retire he chose valencia as his last tournament 

he went out in the first round. ferru won the entire tournament in his honor. <- they said it, not me.

immediately after ferru's match winner he ran over to find juanki in the stands for a hug so long i had to split it into two gifs

then he dedicated the title to juanki. ("Este triunfo forma parte de ti, te lo dedico exclusivamente para ti.")

they also entered for doubles and made it all the way to the semifinals despite the fact that they had never played a doubles match together before

after their first doubles match (and surprise win) there was a big farewell ceremony during which ferru gave a speech about how juanki was destined by the stars to play tennis and visibly fought back tears as juanki stared soulfully into his eyes.

they got married three months apart, which could mean nothing

when ferru retired in 2019 juanki wrote him a lengthy open letter about his feelings

and threw him a personal tribute celebration. you know, in addition to his actual retirement ceremony.

specifically he held a day long festival of ferru at the jcf academy that included, in decreasing order of normality:

exhibition match feat. some 16 year old kid named carlos alcaraz

juanki/ferru match

unveiling of Pista David Ferrer, aka the new name of center court (and the start of an academy tradition…)

presentation of a PORTRAIT PAINTING juanki SPECIALLY COMMISSIONED of their valencia 2012 embrace

i can actually barely look at it without getting severe secondhand embarrassment but the academy uploaded like a hundred photos to facebook

to this day when they play each other in legends events ferru is out there saying things like I JUST HOPE I CAN PLAY AS WELL AS YOU <3 never mind the aforementioned 7-2 h2h. this man is down just as bad as carlitos and it's been TWENTY YEARS

meanwhile ferru is constantly dropping by the academy for funsies. and in carlos' box. and at his practice. and that's BEFORE you get to the davis cup. 

in summary: what if the royal spanish tennis federation paid you to co-parent a grand slam winner with your boyfriend <3 that's what we call a happy ending!

[moralesluvr]

JUST YOU AND ME | MORALES ❥

♡ pairings & aus: miles morales x fem!afrolatina!reader ♡ summary: miles is late to your date again, even after you've called numerous times. is his excuse really a good one, or have you had enough? ♡ warnings: miles being secretive, reader being all sad, a little angst with a happy ending! ♡ a/n: first miles fic! lmk how you like it! ♡ got a request? | masterlist in the works! ♡

YOU LOOKED IN the mirror with piercing eyes, judgingly nitpicking your third outfit choice of the night. Your arms fell by your sides in defeat, a freshly manicured thumb slipping into the waistband of your onyx Dior skirt. Although you were sure you could’ve found a better outfit, time was plotting against you, Twirling on your heel, you examine your final choice of outfit before your lips curl into a merely satisfied knot, “It’ll do.” 

Strutting over to your closet, you quickly grab a pair of knee-tall, heeled boots, along with your leather jacket and a silver bag. Anxiety courses through your veins when your reminder goes off on your phone, Siri’s monotone voice reading aloud- “Date with Miles, 6:30 pm.”

A string of curses tumble off your lips as you hurriedly sat on the half-deflated bean bag chair that was tossed in the corner of your room for a reason. You unzipped your boots, slipping them on quickly before requesting that Siri call your boyfriend while you tried to scavenge for your keys. 

“Calling ‘Mi corazón.’” Siri announced, the poorly spoken Spanish filling your ears. You chuckled as the phone rang, nimble fingers wrapping around your car keys and the keychain that Miles got for you. It was a picture of you two hugging in black in white, the back reading, “I love you.”

“Hello?” You heard your lover groggily mumble from the other side of your room. 

“Hey baby!” You shouted from afar, slipping your bag onto your shoulders, “You about ready to go? You weren’t sleeping, were you?”

You heard Miles grumble, accompanied with shuffling of sheets, “Uh, no, no- of course not, mi amor. Me levantaré, lo prometo.” 

“I BELIEVE YOU, BUT MILES, PLEASE DON’T BE LATE.” You whispered, mouth moving only scarcely as your top row of teeth sank into your bottom lip. You walk over to your nightstand and scoop your phone up, holding it up your ear, “Please. This is our fifth rescheduled date.”

“I know, I know,” Miles murmurs, “Lo siento, mami- I’ll be there. I promise.”

“Oh? You promise? I better see you in thirty, then.” You almost chuckle, but the seriousness strained in your voice overpowered the comedic aspect of your statement. You blew a kiss into the phone, “Te amo. Leaving now.”

“Te amo tambien.” Miles says, the line going dead.

You stuff your phone into your purse and head for your front door, calling out to whomever was home that you were going out and should be back before ten. You shut the door behind you, stepping out into the spring sun, its bright aura soaking every inch of your skin. You smile, walking over to your car and getting inside.

You slam your car door shut, waltzing over to the fancy restaurant that awaited before you. The lights inside were dimmed with elegance, chandeliers hanging from the ceiling that shone brightly atop minimalistically decorated tables. You opened the door to the place as two women dressed in all black greeted you with bright smiles and preppy ‘Hello!’s. 

“Hi, I have a reservation tonight for two at 7:00?”

The blonde out of the two checks her iPad, nodding when she sees your reservation, “Y/N, correct?”

“Yes ma��am.”

“Right. Follow me, please!”

You stay close behind the girl as she leads you to your table. She gestures for you to sit, “Here you are. My name is Mimi if you need anything, I’ll be back to take your order when the other person gets here. Enjoy!”

You smile at her as you sit down, “Thank you so much.”

She disappears into the darkness behind the restaurant while you wait idly, fingers tapping against the soft material of the table’s cloth. The clock on the wall reads 6:47, meaning that Miles has exactly thirteen minutes before he’s officially late. Or, right on time. 

Minutes pass, each second feeling like half of an eternity. You reach for your purse that rests on your chair, your fingers wrapping around your phone. You fish it out and click on Miles’ contact, bringing the device up to your ear. 

You expect him to answer, to be on the other side of the phone, to ask where you were sitting because he was already there. Ready to make it up to you.

But instead, his voicemail rang through your ears. You were worried at this point– what else could he possibly be doing?

You click on the messaging app, eyelashes batting in an attempt to blink away the tears that were brimming in the underskirts of your eyes. 

[you] to mi corazón: hey where are you?  [you] to mi corazón: miles?  [you] to mi corazón: it’s like 7:10. are you in traffic or sum? lmk read.

Your jaw swung open when you saw that he left you on read. Was he mad at you? Was it a family emergency? Why was he blowing you off? 

Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes turned into an hour. You waited up for him in hopes that he would walk through those doors dressed up, flowers in hand, telling you why he was late for your date that he promised he wouldn’t be late to or miss. 

But that never happened.

You had already eaten and paid by the time the clock hit half past eight. You rose out of your seat and bid the friendly waitresses adieu, slipping a twenty onto the front counter on your way out. 

Your heart was breaking in your chest. This was now the sixth time that Miles had blown you off on a date, and you were fed up with the apologies that had no meaning or a valid excuse. On the way home, all your happy memories with your boyfriend flashed before your eyes. All the times he held you, comforted you, kissed you. Did all those things even matter now? Clearly not.

When you unlocked the door, your mother was propped up on a chair at the island, glasses on the tip of her nose as she read. Her eyes drifted to your sad ones as you walked in.

“¿Estás bien mija?” She cocked her head to the side, “Where’s Miles?”

Sighing, you sunk into the velvety cushions of your couch, “I don’t know, mama, he blew me off again.”

“Ese niño…I’m sorry, mija.”

You give her a downturned smile as you rise to your feet, “It’s okay, really, I think I’m just gonna go to bed.” 

Your mother starts to say something, but you’re already halfway up the stairs before she can even get the first word out. You slam your door shut and the tears immediately fall, warming your cheeks.

Throwing your bag onto your bed, you unzip your boots with a sniffle, tossing them onto your oh-so-useless beanbag. You slip out of your jacket and throw that on top of the boots, plopping onto your bed.

You felt hopeless.

You curled up into a ball for what seemed like hours on end, scrolling through social media mindlessly in an attempt to distract you from today’s earlier events, although all you could think about was Miles. 

You slipped underneath your throw blanket and closed your eyes before you heard two familiar voices sounding from your living room.

“...ten cuidado mijo. Creo que está molesta, pero yo también lo estaría.”

“Yo entiendo. ¿Puedo ir a verla?” 

You perked up when you heard your boyfriend’s voice. Why was he here? It was nearly eleven o'clock.

“Sí, pero si está durmiendo, no la molestes. Ella te quiere, lo sabes. Cuida, por favor.”

The air is thick with silence for a moment before you hear footsteps approach your bedroom door. You curl up into a ball and contemplate whether or not you were going to let your boyfriend in, or pretend to be asleep.

Two soft knocks sound from the other side of your door, “Amor? Hey, it’s me…Miles. Are you asleep? Espero que no…” he mutters the last part.

You sigh, starting for the door sheepishly, your fingers turning the knob as you opened the door.

His eyes immediately met yours. They were a little red, and at first, you didn’t notice the purple bruise forming on the outskirts of his eye. You bring your fingers up to it slowly, and he flinches when you touch him.

“Miles, come here.” You murmured, walking into your bedroom and plopping onto your bed. He follows, shutting the door behind him. He crawls next to you, arms open, ready to engulf you in his embrace– but you just stare at him half-heartedly.

“I know–”

“Explain.” You cut him off, “Now.”

He sighs, “Mami…I know I owe you one. It wasn’t right for me to blow you off, but somethin’ came up and I really couldn’t get out of it. For real.”

Your fingers come up to rub your temples out of stress and annoyance, your lack of patience showing through your blank expression. 

“I’m trying to understand, but this isn’t making any sense. No me mientas, por favor. Just tell me the truth and I won’t be mad, swear.” You huffed, waiting on him to give you the truth that you had been waiting for since months ago. All this time being wasted, all these promises coming to the surface as lies, all these–

“I’m Spider-Man.”

The sentence shocks you so bad that you almost throw up. Your eyes stretch into the size of saucers, “You what?”

“I’m..Spider-Man.” Miles repeats. You think it’s a practical joke by the way he just said it so blunt, but something about his demeanor screamed that he was telling the truth. You cock your head to the side, “Dios…you better explain this to me right now!”

Miles nearly whines your name to get you to stop overreacting. You’re nearly fuming, and nervous and confused all at once– so honestly, who could blame you?

“I was bitten by some weird spider when I was painting a while ago. And then basically, I got all these sick spider powers, and that’s why I’m always gone. I’m sorry– I should’ve told you earlier, but I just wanted to protect you, precioso.”

Suddenly, it all made sense. The random disappearances, the bruises and cuts, the not-so-hidden suit that you accidentally found around October. It was Miles’ lucky day, because he said that it was just a “late minute backup costume” for Halloween. 

“Oh..I didn’t know, I’m sorry.” You murmured, scooching closer to your boyfriend. You brought your hand up to his eye again, and this time, he didn’t flinch. Your thumb grazed his eyelid, “Stay and hold me? No spider stuff tonight?”

“No spider stuff tonight, cariño.” He wraps his arms tightly around you as you bury your head in his chest, legs intertwined in between his, “Just you and me.”

Your eyelashes bat before you find yourself falling asleep, the last thing you feel being Miles’ lips plant a soft kiss onto your forehead.

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ISEKAI YANDERE STRAWHATS X BLACK FEM READER PT 8

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Law was now fully aware of everything that would transpire over the next 11 days. You told him about loosing his arm, the tonta people, Luffy defeating Doffy and everything under the sun of DressRosa. With this information he seemed unstoppable, he let Luffy take the victory but he was able to lessen the damage to himself and others with your help.

He was so greatful he got to meet you, without you this would have been an even tougher battle for him but when you were in that room you had the spotlight. You clearly dictated where everyone should go and be without revealing their stories to themselves, well to everyone but Law. You had a soft spot for him and you let him know you didn’t want him to be as injured as you seen him on screen.

You were a very caring, intelligent, and lovable person. It was honestly no wonder the Strawhats were so infatuated with you, you were a bubbly girl with soft skin and doe eyes to die for. Spending time with you for a week was everything he needed in order to be fully convinced in helping you get back to your home. He couldn’t help but want to ask you to join his crew but Law knew better than to do that, especially knowing what you’ve been through and the circumstances with how you’re even still here to begin with.

The battle was now over and Doffy was going to jail, he was with the crew resting thinking about how things are going with his crew and you on Zou. Luffy and the majority of people were passed out from the exhaustion of the last few days so the only ones he could speak to were Zoro, Robin, and Franky.

“ Traffy have you gotten in contact with your crew?” Robin chimed. That closed eyes smile was obviously fake to him and he gripped the bed sheets a little.

“ Not yet, I’ll just pick up where I left off when I see them. Have you guys heard from the rest of your crew?”

“ Yes, they safely gotten to Zou but got into an altercation with the Big Mom pirates.”

They couldn’t stay out of trouble even without Luffy, how fitting for those who were the main characters of course. What was strange to him though was that you personally haven’t contacted him. You both agreed that when you met up with the Heart pirates you’d use a mini den den mushi to contact him in code.

Something was wrong, but he couldn’t do anything about it and he would just have to wait and see you in person. Asking about you when you weren’t here was a very bad decision. He knew all and well that as much as you two tried to remove the spotlight cast over you they were all slightly still suspicious.

Something definitely went wrong.

You were asleep for what seemed like an eternity. There were so many different dreams all jumbled together, you finally figured out how to control your lucid dreams but they were all rancid in some type of way. You would loose control and end up doing something silly in the dream especially if it was a scary one.

When you woke up you were drenched in a puddle of sweat. How long have I been in this never ending nightmare?

You knew you were on Zou by the way the room looked and how you could hear all types of bugs and animals in the forest. It was the middle of the day but nobody was around. You went to the bathroom to shower and refresh yourself. You couldn’t trust anything they served you. This was only going to cause a bigger rift between you and the crew and it amazed you that they couldn’t see that. Or maybe they did and they just didn’t care whatever it took to keep you complacent was alright with them.

Law told you his crew would be north so that’s where you’re heading right now. You left silently, as silent as you could, at this point you honestly didn’t care if they freaked out on you when they seen you again. You needed to get to the heart pirates and nothing was going to stop you.

After an hour of walking and many jumó scared with frogs you reached their camp. It was never shown in the series but it was a full camp just like where the rest of the Minks lived. You seen Bepo as you got closer and waved out to him. You were finally so close to freedom you could taste it.

You got along well with the crew easily, they were all very intelligent and loving people no wonder Law had them. They knew exactly of your situation and you were all constructing a plan the keep the Strawhats away from you and the camp. You told them how they didn’t even know that you left and they said it was for the best. They would most likely set out an intensive search party for you in a little bit so you would need a very thick disguise to hide your scent from the Minks.

You hated getting dirty but getting home was your priority so you let the crew douse you in mudd and sticks and earthly perfumes. Law should be here soon, and they knew they had to prepare for a battle and to break this alliance.

You didn’t want to do this because The Heart pirates and Strawhat pirates alliance was your favorite part and they also needed this alliance in Wano. You told them this was an alliance they needed to defeat Kaido and Big Mom so if you had to postpone going home just a little while longer you’d do it for Law and his crew. They are the only ones who are truly going to help you and you felt bad that they wouldn’t get anything out of this but two wars they didn’t need.

You were reassured many times that everything would go as planned and the off chance that it didn’t Law and his crew would be your crutch. His hard exterior was completely broken the more you spent time with his crew, he was such a big softy and it was evident in the way the crew respected and spoke about him.

Nami was on her way to your room, her shoulders heavy in guilt with knowing how angry you’d be when you woke up. She knew words alone wouldn’t patch this wound up and you would all be back to square one with each other. When she stepped into your room she immediately noticed your bed was a mess, there were sheets on the floor, and you were completely gone.

Panic set through her, but she didn’t yet want to alert her crew knowing that you might need time before you speak to them so she sat on your bed letting pent of tears run down her cheeks like rivulets. She was so caught up with her greed she didn’t hear the tiny foot steps of the little reindeer approach her.

“ Nami what is wrong? Where is y/n?”

“ I don’t know Chopper, she woke up and just up and left. I wanted to give her time alone”

“ Nami, what if she ran away again? Do you know where she could be? You should’ve told us sooner we need to look for her”

Just as suspected a search party was sent out. They searched high and low and Bepo was on alert the moment his instincts kicked in. They sent you into one of the rooms and you laid silently under a bed covered in mudd and sticks. This felt so disgusting and that’s when it finally clicked that you were really running for your life from cartoon characters. Scary, stupid strong.. cartoon characters.

In this reality they looked just like yours but it was the truth that where your from they are just silly little people on a screen. The fact that they were actually in your vicinity made you shake like a leaf. Zoro alone could kill you with his finger.

Y/n calm down or they will find you. Calm down now.

Anxiety medication would be splendid right now because you couldn’t stop shaking or crying when you heard the voices of the minks and the crew. Your thoughts were nothing but whispers and as much as you were shaking you couldn’t move into a more comfortable position you were stuck there.

When the crowd finally left after searching the camp Bepo went to get you and you crawled into his arms like the broken child you were. Ikkaku took you and bathed you as you cried. You trauma stricken face made her tear up as well and you pulled the heart strings of everyone in the crew. The Strawhats were known the be ruthless and careless but this was extreme. In their eyes they’ve done very little wrong and don’t think that anything they’ve done would in fact traumatize you.

Should we go down the list of what they’d done to you? No, not now you aren’t ready.

Law almost jumped for joy when he seen Zunesha, he was being questioned left and right. At this point nobody was being subtle and he was so irritated and they knew that.

“ Traffy, is that Zou?”

“ Yes”

“ Y/n-”

“ I don’t know. I can’t help you. You’ll see her soon” Luffy spent the last day asking him questions about any little thing, the boy will really talk your ear off when you let him.

Get up on Zou was a mission within itself but they were finally able to meet up with the Minks and the rest of the Strawhat crew with the acception of their beloved cook. Law was also aware of what would transpire with Big Mom soon so he mentally prepared for the next separation of him and the Strawhats.

Once Robin, Luffy, and Zoro were made aware of your disappearance the search began once more. Robin questioned him if he had any contact with his crew and he told her that he would check with them with her to ease her troubles.

An hour later you were found swimming in a hot spring. You were grabbed and kissed and basically mauled by the crew. You made eye contact with Law hoping that he’d understand that you did in fact meet with his crew and the plan was still underway.

After the introduction of the heart pirates to everyone once again you all had a dinner party. You and Law were seated next to each other and you snacked on some fruit that you had thoroughly inspected for a while to calm your nerves. Your head was on his shoulder and his arm was loosely too your side. You found comfort in the fact that he most likely knew you didn’t want to be completely touched by anyone for the rest of the day.

“ How was it getting here”

“ Fine.. until I was drugged and didn’t wake up for like half a week”

Anger coursed through him, how do you claim to care for someone so much but you’d put them in a drug induced coma. The respect he had for both Chopper and Sanji decreased greatly. He needed to get you out of here before the chance of separation came again.

Zoro’s eyes never left you and Law. You’d never been so calm around the crew, he knew everything up until now was probably due to fear. He had no doubt that at one point you thoroughly enjoyed being with them but after what he did to you he knew there was no way for you to do a complete 180.

Was it because Law was someone you liked from the show? Or was it because he didn’t know anything about you and the crew that you felt you can seek comfort in him. His thoughts run rampant in his mind as he continued to gulp down his favorite drink. What was it about Law that he had you cuddled into his side while the crew had just been reunited.

After a few more drinks it clicked a little, the entire reason they even had a search party for you today was because they agreed to drug you and keep you asleep till everyone got back from DressRosa. Could that be the reason you’re clinging to him tonight? Zoro decided it would be best to talk to you privately now before you got any closer with this captain.

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A/N: Second chapter of the day <3 I hope you enjoy ! 🫶🏽🫵🏽🥰

[all-risejd]

A New Judgment Chapter 7: The Drive and an Explanation (Poly Judgment Day Fic)

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7.

Nessa just drops her bag there at the door once it is closed, clasping her trembling hands together as she tries to control her breathing. After a few minutes of trying to ground herself, she shakes her hands out to control the trembling and picks up her bag and purse putting it with her full-size luggage. She absentmindedly grabs a change of clothes while processing the conversation she just had with Damien.

Once she is changed she plugs in her phone and gets into bed, scrolling through various websites researching more information on poly relationships, and trying to find some history on the other three members of the judgment day she doesn't really know. She doesn't realize how long she has been researching, taking notes, and saving websites to reference later. She finally decides she has had enough and needs to sleep when she yawns for the fourth consecutive time in a few minutes. She sets her phone down and snuggles into the covers, not noticing how bright the room has been getting when there is a knock on the door.

She looks at the alarm clock on the nightstand and groans, "Fuck." The knock at the door comes again, this time louder.

"Give me a moment please," She calls out, having a good idea who is at the door. She shuffles to the door and opens it. Not surprised to see Dominik standing there looking towards the ground rubbing the back of his neck.

"We didn't agree on a time and I figured..." He trails off as he looks up and sees the state she is in. He steps in and closes the door placing his hands on her shoulders and looking into her eyes.

"Nessa, what happened are you ok? Did he do something? Did something happen?" His eyes go to the slight bruise on her wrist from the taping last night and his expression darkens.

She shrugs off his hands and takes a step back rubbing her eyes. "Nothing happened, no he didn't, he was a perfect gentleman last night. I just apparently didn't sleep because I was too busy researching." She yawns at the end.

"Researching what Nessa?" He asks sitting on the armchair in the corner to give her space.

"Researching more answers to my questions I didn't ask last night Dom." She answers as she digs through her suitcase for a change of clothes.

"Maybe I could answer your questions mi.... Nes, sorry." He catches himself. "I might ask some questions but Dom, I would like to research this on my own so I can come to my own understanding and then ask if I am understanding things right. I know Luis talked to you all last night about our conversation." Nessa heads towards the bathroom.

"Actually not exactly. He gave us the gist of the conversation. Said he would elaborate when we are in Seattle. He was more focused on me apparently not treating you right," he calls out as she changes in the bathroom. She yanks the door open, her nightclothes in her hand, and stomps over to her luggage.

"I didn't say you didn't treat me right, just that I would open my own car door, and other doors occasionally because you didn't fight me as much on it." She shoves her clothes in the bag and zips it up.

"Well, I am under orders..." He draws out the s sound as she glares at him. He remains sitting and holds up his hands in surrender. "It's what we know, how we were raised." He begins his explanation only to be cut off by Nessa, "It shows respect to women..."

"Yes I know he said the same thing last night," she snaps and immediately feels guilty. "I'm sorry Dom, it's not your fault. I didn't mean to snap at you. I've been doing that a lot the last two days."

"It's ok Nes, both times you just woke up or in this case didn't sleep at all. You are tired so let's get started. A quick breakfast on the way and you can sleep on the way and we can have our talk when you are feeling better and ready." He stands up and grabs her bag to no argument this time, only her silently nodding in agreement and following him to the door and falling back into the rhythm they had when they were together, he opens the door and she steps through with him following behind and closing it then wraps his free arm around her shoulders allowing her to lean into him. If she wasn't so tired she would push away from him but it feels familiar, it feels right.

In the short elevator ride down she falls asleep on his shoulder and he glances down at her, smiling sadly at how he fucked up something, but he is filled with hope. He gently nudges her awake and they exit the elevator and head to the checkout counter before heading to Dom's rental car, Nessa still half asleep doesn't realize he has opened the car door for her, she just gets in and buckles up and leans her head against the window once the door is closed. She is asleep before he even gets in the car.

Dominik grabs his jacket from the back seat and gently tosses it over Nessa. He studies her face and admires how her nose scrunched up when a strand of her hair tickled it. He gently brushes it out of the way so as to not disturb her. He takes another moment to study her, having not had the privilege of seeing her so vulnerable for a long time, how her lips slightly parted and her face truly relaxed. He smiles to himself as he starts the car and pulls out for the long drive to Seattle.

Nessa jerks awake when her forehead smacks against the window as Dominik runs over a bump. "Ow fuck" she exclaims rubbing her forehead.

"I'm sorry Nes, go back to sleep if you can. I'll be more careful," He calls out to her. She groans as she checks the time, she had been asleep for only two hours but she felt wide awake. She sits up, Dominik's jacket falling onto her lap.

Nessa stares at the jacket, her hand gripping the edge of it. "Thank you." She almost whispers a blush creeping up her cheeks.

"Of course, I didn't want you to get cold. You needed sleep. Still do by the looks of you." He comments and Nessa glares at him and sticks out her tongue.

"I can't sleep anymore it seems, at least yet." She leans her head back on the headrest rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"Well let's take a break and get some food, I'm starving." He offers as he gets off at the next exit on the highway. Nessa is filled with guilt realizing he didn't eat because he let her sleep. Dominik glances at her and sees her expression. "Don't even think about apologizing. I had snacks that held me over and you clearly needed sleep. You fell asleep on me in the elevator. I am fine, it was only two hours so now we can eat."

"But-" She starts and Dominik cuts her off.

"No buts, we are going to get some food and we can talk about whatever you want. Ask what you need and I will answer anything." He pulls into a Mcdonald's drive-thru.

"Are you allowed to eat this?" Nessa asks, knowing he has a meal plan.

"I can, it depends on what I order. You still get the same thing?" He asks as they inch closer to the speaker.

"Yeah." She reaches down to grab her purse and she panics for a second not seeing it.

"Calm down, Nes it is in the trunk with your bags, I got it this time. I know how you are. You can get it next time." Nessa rolls her eyes knowing next time will be the same. They get their food and Nessa holds the food until they are on the highway, the radio on quietly to fill the silence that was between them. "Alright Nes, divvy up the food" He holds his hand out for his burger and she hands it over, placing his fries on the center console between them, stealing a few and shoving them in her mouth before Dom could see.

"You have your own fries, why did you steal some of mine," He complains before taking a bite of his burger.

"Because yours are better!" She muffles with her mouthful of fries. At that, both of them snicker, trying not to choke on their food, the atmosphere no longer awkward. "Ok we still have half the way to go still so let's start this while we finish eating Dom." She smiles, her mood is better after some food and sleep.

Dominik swallows nervously, "Do you want my explanation first then ask questions, or do you want to ask questions first then I explain?" She sips her drink before answering.

"Explain please."

"In hindsight, it was a completely idiotic reason and I should have just talked with you. Especially knowing you are at least considering our dynamic," He starts and takes a shaky breath. "During Covid, I rarely got to see you, and I was so afraid of losing you and I was so glad when restrictions got lifted and I could see you more. But that also made me realize what my dad was saying all along, it got in my head. It is unfair for you to be working, to be alone, and me on the road all the time barely having time to see you." He pauses to gauge her reaction. She wants to say something but instead wrings her hands. "You deserve better than what I was giving you and thought you were beginning to resent me like I resent my dad. And I now know that is so stupid. You have been nothing but loyal and supportive for years and I hurt you. When I broke up with you I immediately wanted to take it back. I didn't immediately join the dynamic either. It was weeks after I joined them."

"Yeah, Demi told me as much," Nessa comments sadly, glancing out the window.

"When they first started approaching me it was to help me break off from dad, to help me grow my career, and dating Rhea was just going to be a storyline. She was going to contact you to explain it. But I didn't want to put you through that with all I thought I was already putting you through, so I thought a clean break would be best. Like I said I immediately regretted it. I didn't want you to suffer as Mom did. I was hoping you would move on and find someone better than me."

Nessa clenches and unclenches her fist. She waits a moment to see if he will continue. He doesn't so she asks her first question, "Then why didn't you respond to any of my messages or calls, or from your sister or anyone regarding me? Do you know how much that hurts? Just throwing everything down the drain, those years. I was ready to marry you. I can't find someone better because there is no one better. I would have understood. If you would have just explained it to me in the first place Dom." Tears well up in her eyes and starts spilling down her cheeks which she hastily tries to swipe away with the sleeve of her jacket.

"I was embarrassed, and knew I fucked up and didn't know how to fix it, I didn't and still don't really know how to face you. You have been so fiercely loyal to me and I don't deserve it like I don't deserve your forgiveness. I would have understood if you supported Dad at WrestleMania." He wipes away his own tears his words catching in his throat.

"I would have found a way to make it work Dom, I was trying to become part of medical for the WWE, I would have done what you wanted, I would have quit just to travel with you if you wanted." She sniffles and Dominik lets out a sound like he was being strangled.

"I know and it is unfair how much you would have done for me and I couldn't return it. I never wanted to hurt you only protect you. Yet that is exactly what I did and I can't forgive myself for that." He tries to take a deep breath but it is shaky. Nessa rubs her palm to her chest to ease the tightness and pain forming there remembering the heartbreak he caused, They remain like that trying to control their emotions for a few minutes. Nessa wipes the tears away again, her lips trembling as she asks the next question that is burning at her,

"How did you end up joining their dynamic and why didn't you just ask me if I would consider it?"

"I had already broken up with you the day I told them I would join them. It wasn't until they asked what was wrong with me because my mood was all over the place. I told them I broke up with you but no specifics. Finn slapped me upside the head because that was an idiotic thing to do. They explained what and how they were, and that they were open to new members for the dynamic and I was welcome to join and to ask you but I don't think that would have gone over well having already broken up with you." He grips the steering wheel as he answers.

"No, it would not, if we were still together I would have been receptive to the Idea and considered it." She responds so quietly he almost doesn't hear it. She brings her feet to the seat and hugs her knees, placing her chin there and staring out the windshield.

"I know you are hurt, I know I hurt you and I will do anything to make it right. Words can not describe how sorry I am and how much I wish to take it back and get the last six months back." He glances at her sadly, hoping the sincerity in his voice helps comfort her.

Nessa sniffles and wipes her nose on her sleeve before responding, "If you were thinking that way why did you give me the bracelet knowing what it meant." She lays her cheek on her knee to look at Dom to read his expression. He chews his lip while he thinks.

"Because I did, still do want to spend my life with you as selfish as that sounds, I want you to be with me with us now. I love you Mi Vida and I always will and if you let me I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you." He clenches the steering wheel, keeping himself from reaching out to her.

Nessa turns her head to stare out the windshield again. "Thank you for telling me, Dom. I uh need to process... that..." She pauses at the end unable to find the words, unable to even glance at Dom trying to just process everything he told her.

"Yeah Nes, take your time." His eyes flick to her figure, his heart breaking even more being the one to put her in that state. He opens his mouth intent to say something to make her feel better but thinks better of it, not knowing what to say. Instead, he hits play on her playlist he has saved on his phone for her. He glances at her as the first song starts and sees the corner of her mouth twitch like she wanted to smile and he quietly sighs in relief. The rest of the ride is silent between them only the music filling the silence and Nessa nodding off again.

Nessa is sound asleep against the window again when Dominik pulls into the hotel parking lot. He sees Damien, Finn, and Rhea leaning against the other rental car waiting on them. He pulls into the empty parking spot next to them and gently nudges Nessa.

"Nessa wake up we are at the hotel." She groans and pulls his jacket tighter around her snuggling into it. "Nes come on, you can sleep in the hotel room in a bed." He gently shakes her shoulder and she pushes his hand off of it still not aware.

Rhea gets impatient and walks over to the passenger side where Nessa's head is against the window and sharply knocks startling her awake. "Wake up sleeping beauty we need to check in" Rhea calls into the car as Nessa finally wakes up and collects her surroundings. Rhea returns to standing between Damien and Finn leaning against the car.

Nessa turns to Dominik, "Uh sorry Dom," She rubs her eyes with one hand and tries to hand Dominik the jacket with the other one. He tosses it into the back seat muttering,

"It's ok Nes," Before getting out of the car and trying to jog to the other side to open the door for her which she beat him to and stepped out. Damien crosses his arms and clears his throat. Nessa ignores him and closes the door and walks around to the trunk where their luggage is already out and sitting on the ground. Dominik comes over and hands Nessa her purse before grabbing both luggage and begins heading towards the entrance of the hotel, Finn following closely behind with Rhea's luggage.

Damien and Rhea step over to where Nessa is, clearly still tired and half looking like death.

"Mamita, what happened are you ok?" Damien asks and Rhea turns Nessa to face her and studies her face.

"Christ love did you sleep at all last night?" She frets over Nessa who shrugs and then scratches the back of her head avoiding eye contact.

"I was researching some things and lost track of time. I slept most of the way here though?" Nessa tries to make it sound better.

"Yeah, that's still not ok. I was going to see if you wanted to go out with us for lunch but I think sleep would be better." Damien chimes in eyeing Nessa worriedly.

"No, it's better if I stay up at this point and sleep tonight, If I sleep now I probably won't be able to sleep tonight." She yawns, not helping her argument, and begins to head toward the entrance where Dominik and Finn are waiting

"Whatever you say. How about a compromise? You nap until we have to go train. Then tonight we can go out and have some fun. As friends that is." Rhea offers and clarifies at the end.

"Yeah, I like that." Nessa agrees letting out another yawn as they approach the door that is being held open by Dominik and Finn. She stops in front of them and gives Dominik a small smile to show him she isn't upset with him. He watches as she steps ahead and shakes his head to keep his emotions in check.

Finn mouths, "Are you ok?" Dominik nods once allowing Rhea and Damien to pass in front of them before he and Finn follow behind with the bags.

They all get their key cards and file into the elevator and go to their rooms in relative silence, feeding off the awkward energy between Dominik and Nessa. Before too long they reach their respective rooms, Rhea swipes the key card and opens the door. Nessa is so tired she doesn't even common, instead just leans against the closest person to her. She feels his chest shake in laughter. She glances up to see she is leaning on Damien.

"Go on Mamita, you need more sleep. I'll see you in a few hours." He ushers her through the door into the room.

"Go on guys, I am going to unpack and I'll meet you in a few I want to make sure Nessa is ok." Rhea dismisses the boys and closes the door before turning to Nessa who is sitting on the edge of the bed rubbing her eyes. "Before you sleep I just want to know if you are ok, give me the gist of what happened on that car ride." Rhea sits down next to Nessa and grabs her hand and holds it.

"I'll be ok Demi, it is a lot to process. I need to figure out how I feel and how to go forward from that. I won't take back my forgiveness." Nessa admits and Rhea squeezes her hand.

"Let me guess it was a stupid idiotic reason." Rhea comments and Nessa nods and starts laughing at Rhea rolling her eyes.

"The dumbest reason." Nessa goes on to explain to Rhea what Dominik said in the car, venting her hurt and frustration. Once she is done venting Rhea looks incredulous.

"He is more of an idiot than I thought. Look, I admire how open you are to even consider being with us and how you forgave Dom Dom without even knowing the whole story. And the fact that after hearing his idiotic reason." She praises Nessa who smiles bashfully and averts her gaze, red creeping up her cheeks. Rhea pulls her into a hug which she returns needing the physical comfort knowing that there are no expectations between them.

"Get some sleep I'll wake you up in a few hours after I go have a talk with Dom and the others yeah." Rhea gets up and Nessa snuggles into the bed asleep before Rhea is even out of the room.

[guzhufuren]

Favourite VegasPete Fics pt.2 (pt.1) (in alphabetical order)

1. Black Velvet by @kerrikins https://archiveofourown.org/series/3158706

Vegas notices Pete watching him during the torture scene. Intrigued and more tempted than he expected to be, he stalks Pete and succeeds in taunting him into coming with Vegas so they can fuck.

It starts off as a cat and mouse game for sex, but when the two of them are finally forced to reckon with the fact that they're on opposite sides, they both find themselves more conflicted and drawn to each other than ever.

2. cause and effect by @sapphicblight https://archiveofourown.org/series/3234285

“Don’t you have better things to do with your time? Other virgins for example,” Pete asks him one time over a guerrilla warfare style lunch date. “Not until next semester,” Vegas laments. “I’ve already exhausted our current student body.” Pete doesn’t even know where to begin unpacking everything wrong with that statement.

Or: the college au in which Vegas is a manwhore with a weird innocence kink and Pete is an inexperienced painslut.

3. Drowning, and other Metaphors https://archiveofourown.org/works/44171761

Vegas has never experienced an afterglow that burns like an oil fire, a sudden and dangerous thing that he can’t quite remember how best to put out past the panic. It doesn’t help that Pete’s smile is like a torrent of cool water on his feverish skin, making the flames jump higher. It makes Vegas want to do something dangerous that he’s never really been good at before – it makes him want to take care of Pete. Problem is, he doesn’t really know how.

4. Holy Palmer's Kiss https://archiveofourown.org/works/41273907

"By the way," says Vegas in English. "Interesting scars you’ve got on your chest." Pete doesn’t tense – he doesn’t – but the leveled manner his gaze slides back up must be enough of a tell because Vegas… "What ? Don’t tell me you thought it wouldn’t come up."

The begining of episode 11 but Vegas zeroes in on Pete's top surgery scars instead of his hip tattoo.

5. i want to wear his initial on a chain round my neck by @dage-mingjue & @stratumgermanitivum https://archiveofourown.org/series/3352987

Pete picks up the chain leash and offers it to Vegas. “So, you never did tell me what you were getting this for.” Vegas takes the chain from Pete’s hands and fixes a dark and sultry look on him. “This? Oh, it’s for bad boys who misbehave.” And with that he gives one last smirk before walking out the front door, leaving Pete an absolute mess behind the counter. *** “Pete,” Porsche says, in a very slow voice, like Pete is a particularly small child. “He was hitting on you.” Pete blinks. “He what now?” — Or; Vegas adopts a puppy.

6. Sharing Different Heartbeats by @raelle-writing https://archiveofourown.org/works/40549581

Of course Vegas noticed Pete. But not with much weight. Sure, Pete was hot. But so were all of the rest of Kinn’s bodyguards. That wasn’t notable. It wasn’t worth more than a passing once-over, or an absent glance at the man’s ass in those suits they insisted on wearing. He had a nice ass, but it didn’t stick in Vegas’ mind. It was passing lust, nothing more. And he certainly wasn’t hotter than the other bodyguards– not Porsche, for example. The only thing notable about Pete was that he had a surprisingly soft, cute face, and a sunny, disarming smile. He looked far too soft for his job. But he was Tankhun’s head bodyguard, and one of the men that Kinn often tapped for important missions. Which meant that the cute, soft face was hiding real talent and skill. So yes, Vegas noticed Pete. But it didn’t mean anything.

OR: a retelling of the story from Vegas' POV, from first impressions until after the hospital.

7. The King Must Die https://archiveofourown.org/works/41144892

“It’s fine,” Macau assures Vegas, whose very soul feels plunged into turmoil. Tear-bright eyes, a faint handprint on his sheltered face, and Macau tries to comfort Vegas. “It’s fine, I promise.” Vegas would kill for his brother, indiscriminately. He’s just now realising quite what that means.

(The queer experience of having an ill-advised one night stand with your cousin's head bodyguard and then ending up in hiding with him while you plot to kill your father.)

8. The Last Thing Left to Break by @blackwatervial https://archiveofourown.org/works/41053809

Hatred ran deep between the Theerapanyakul and the Saengtham family. It was common knowledge that the two leaders, Khun Vegas and Khun Pete, despised each other and used every small excuse to initiate yet another bloody conflict. Only that no one was really aware what happened behind closed doors…

9. the mortifying ordeal of falling in love by @dage-mingjue https://archiveofourown.org/works/41659146

“If I had to rate you?” Pete pauses and tilts his head with a low hum, considering. “I dunno, a six out of ten? I thought you were a sadist, but you didn’t really give that impression. Are you actually kinky? That didn’t feel kinky. It didn’t do it for me.” Vegas looks like someone punched him. Hard. His cock is still out and his hair is rumpled and he looks devastatingly disheveled, like Pete was the one who just took Vegas apart and not the other way around. “I’d worry that it was just a fluke,” Pete continues, ignoring Vegas’s flabbergasted sputters, “but I also don’t think I’d give you a second time to prove me wrong.” Pete shrugs and fixes his shirt, petting back his hair. “Anyway, see you around.” — Or a fic in which Vegas fucks through all of Kinn’s bodyguards and lands on Pete, but Pete uno reverses it on Vegas leaving Vegas wanting so much more. Vegas gets humiliated and has to work for it.

[cookies-and-music]

Ghost. - part 6: The Night We Parted.

This chapter's musical suggestion is Love of my life by Queen.

Part 1 here - part 7 here

PAIRING: TVA!LokixOC

RATING: ALL

SUMMARY: Loki meets sombody at the TVA he once knew. Unfortunately she doesn't seem to remember him.

This chapter is a little bit angsty but it's all for the sake of the plot.

Who am I kidding, this was angsty from the start.

Perhaps it was the influence of the TVA that transmitted this conviction to her, but Lydia felt wrong. The erroneous copy of a corrected version of herself. And she threw herself into her work, hoping to prove that this was her better version, starting a sort of insane competition with herself. The problem was that Lydia had never seen her file, afraid to know exactly what she had missed, so she didn't even know what she was competing against.

Until that moment.

The recording contained everything. Every encounter, every exchange, every glance, every moment.

"There's only one place where you can find such a source of energy." "Which is?" "The Stark Tower in New York."

Lydia glanced at Loki, who didn't take his eyes off the footage.

The file really had everything, up to her last day of life. Their whole story, from her perspective.

Midgard, 2012. Battle of New York.

"I want you back to the bunker."

Lydia shook her head amusedly. "No way, I'm finally back in New York, and there's no way I'm going back to that shithole at the end of the world."

Lydia - Agent Prichett - sat facing Loki in the small space at the back of the black jet they had stolen from SHIELD.

"I'm serious," Loki put his hands on his legs, leaning towards her "when the Chitauri arrive, the situation won't be good."

"Don’t you say? I thought you wanted to have tea with the Avengers while playing with one of your space pets."

"Lydia" he said impatiently.

"Loki" she imitated his voice.

There was silence for a moment.

"You'll lose."

"You don't know that."

"Yes, I do. They're bigger and more powerful than you, it's an uneven match" Lydia shrugged.

"But if I were to win—"

"It won't happen" she decreed, looking at him severely before taking a deep breath, softening her expression "You still have time, Loki. Stop everything, withdraw your orders."

"They'll come anyway," Loki shook his head.

"And how?"

Loki didn't answer, and Lydia exhaled a frustrated breath.

Back at the TVA, all of that, Loki knew. He had seen it. What he hadn't seen was everything Lydia had done once they arrived in New York.

When the Avengers arrived in New York, Lydia led Black Widow to the platform where, from the device containing the Tesseract, the beam that created the portal between worlds originated.

"How do we destroy it?" "With this" Lydia raised Loki's scepter with a smirk. "How did you get that?" Romanoff raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you know me, I have a couple of aces up my sleeve" Lydia shrugged. "Well, how do we do it?"

TVA, 2021

After closing the portal, Lydia and Natasha Romanoff descended from the tower to rush to support the other members of the ground team with what remained of the Chitauri. It was at that point that debris from a building collapsed, hitting Agent Princhett, and on the screen appeared the words

<Lydia Pinchett - End of recording>.

Lydia shrugged as she couldn't take her eyes off the footage. Her death had been so... unheroic. A piece of debris? Seriously? Of course, not all endings have to be particularly grandiose, but that... that was pathetic. Not to mention the fact that she had just found out that Loki, the man sitting next to her, who had organized the closest thing to a TVA picnic under the stars, had tried to destroy her entire world and had torn apart a good percentage of New York.

Loki, for his part, had his brain spinning.

"What... what happened?"

"I died."

"Yes, I got that," he turned to her, "I mean in New York. Why did you lead her there? I mean... I would have won."

Lydia raised an eyebrow, moving her eyes from him to the screen.

"Why... why did you betray me?" Loki turned his torso towards her.

"Loki... she was never on your side," Lydia shook her head, looking at Loki's hurt expression.

"That's not true... we, I mean you and I... you saw the same thing I saw. There was complicity, there was—"

"Manipulation, Loki," she interrupted him, "that's what I saw. Every time she talked to you, she wasn't just curious about your motivations, she didn't want to know you because you interested her. She was interrogating you."

Loki shook his head, turning to the other side.

"I know it hurts, but it's true," Lydia extended a hand, placing it on his shoulder, but Loki shrugged it off, "I'm sorry you misunderstood."

"Misunderstood?" Loki turned abruptly, "You deceived me!"

"Me? I didn't do anything. While those things were happening, I was here," she pointed a finger at herself, "Variant, remember?"

But Loki didn't listen; he was lost in his thoughts and anger.

"It's your fault if I lost."

"I didn't ask you to attack my planet. I'm only guilty of defending my home," she shook her head annoyed.

"I trusted you, I opened up to you, and you stabbed me in the back."

"From what pulpit comes the preaching," Lydia forced a laugh, "what do you want, Loki? Apologies for something I didn't do?" she raised her voice slightly.

"You hurt me!"

"I didn't!" she yelled, standing up, "As far as I'm concerned, I only met you a few weeks ago!"

"But you're her," Loki stood too, pointing to the screen, "and if there's one thing I know for sure, it's that people don't change," he shook his head with a bitter smile, "a backstabber doesn't wait for anything but the right moment to strike again."

"And you're certainly an expert at that," she spat, approaching him.

Loki stared at her for a moment before bending slightly so they were face to face.

"At least I know who I am."

They stared at each other full of anger for long endless seconds before Lydia took a breath through clenched teeth.

"It's not my fault you fell in love with someone who manipulated you."

Loki could have started a long speech, probably accompanied by a presentation with about twenty slides, about the fact that this wasn't love. But it wouldn't have made sense. The only relevant issue is that the eyes he had in front of him, those he had just believed were the sweetest and brightest in the universe, now seemed to him those of a viper.

"Get back to your work, Prichett, trample anyone who stands between you and your mission since it's the only thing you care about."

Loki passed her, giving her a slight push. He strode across the room and left through the door, slamming it shut behind him.

"You fucking murderer!" She screamed, trembling with anger.

Lydia grabbed the computer keyboard and, with a scream, threw it against a wall. "I didn't do anything!" she grabbed the monitor and, tearing out all the wires, threw it to the other side of the room, repeating louder, "I didn't do anything!!" as she trembled and tears covered her face.

She collapsed into the chair, rested her head on the desk, and covered it with her arms while repeating softly, with a voice interrupted by sobs, "I didn't do anything."

No more starry skies for these two. Next chapter will be connected to canon events. Please go on supporting as I'm writing a short sequel. Or I'll just make this fic longer. Dunno. Ps. Should I make a masterlist with all the links for this fic? Is it even needed?

[maryannecrimsworth]

Little Spider Show

Part 1 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10

Guide for tormented hearts

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Selective mute Reader

Warnings: anxiety crisis; another bullying(I mean, revenge) scene;

Summary: You are not the one who forgets. Not when they called you worthless for no reason and made you vomit in the middle of the hallway. So as soon as you woke up and your brother unlocked your cell, you knew exactly how to take revenge. Your plan was going to work perfectly — until Wednesday sat beside you. But you had no idea that her plan would be so much better than yours.

Hank was staring directly at you when you sat up inside the cage. You were still dirty and wearing Nevermore’s uniform, but you felt great. Your head was light and your eyes moved softly, none of it hurt nor ached. Even your jaw and teeth, which used to be sore every time you woke up, did not hurt at all. Seriously, you were smiling before you met your brother’s gaze.

"Good morning." His voice was low. Too low. Hank has gotten tired of asking how your night was and how you were feeling, so he always remained in silence as he unlocked your cage. Was it a good night or bad one? "Are you going to school today?" His tone was soft. So soft. Hank only spoke like this with students and fragile people. He wouldn't speak with you like that. Unless the night was terrible.

"Yes. " Your throat was dry and your voice was hoarse but you kept going. "Are you not?"

There were dark circles under his eyes and his hair was messier than usual. Hank walked away from you, pacing loudly and slowly around the room while his hands ran through his hair frantically. "I know about yesterday." You swore a hairball fell from his head. "I will talk with these girls and I—"

"Wow, Enid really deserves the 'gossip queen' title, doesn't she?" You walked over your closet. "It's alright, Han, we know this would happen sooner or later."

"No!" He retorted. "No, none of it is supposed to happen. I promised you that I would keep you safe and—"

"We are fucked up, Hank." You turned towards him with your clothes in your hands. "We are odd and devilish and there will always be these stupid people to bother us." Hank swallowed dryly because of your words, guilt heavily falling upon his shoulder. "And it's fine by me. I'm safe. I like Nevermore." You smiled at him. "Don't get involved, please. I can handle it." They would pay for it, you thought, but your kind smile did fool Hank. 

"Okay." He sighed. "Okay, go take a bath and brush your teeth. We're having coffee at the Weathervane."

X

“What is it?” You asked as Hank delivered you a hot mug. The liquid was light brown with a bit of cream on top of it — this was not your order. You're supposed to drink milk, pure milk, as you have done your whole life.

“Latte.” you snorted and pushed the mug away. “What?”

“Mama said I can’t have coffee.”

“Mama can rot in hell, Y/N.” His dark voice startled you. “Sorry. Look, she never wanted you to have coffee because you are more useful asleep. You were more useful.” You could see Hank scolding himself internally. “Try it. I’m sure you’re going to like it.” Hank winked and you said nothing. “It will help you to stay awake longer.” 

This argument was enough to make you grab the mug and drink it all at once. Your whole face turned red as some of the boiling liquid ran out of your lips.

“I burned myself.” You whined, painting and cleaning your mouth with your sleeve. 

“Of course you did.” Hank pulled your ear. “You moron.”

X

The morning went on without much problem. You could swear someone roared behind your back but, as always, your focus remained on the teacher speaking, not on your incredibly pleasant classmates. The Biology and Chemistry classes passed smoothly: you held your pen with one hand and your notebook with the other, writing diligently so as not to raise any worries from your teacher. But, your notes had nothing to do with the words on the black board — you were writing down all the items you needed for your plan, not caring much about the ionic bonds and mammals. 

Until the lunch break, you needed to gather, somehow, a ipecac leaf and find a plant dehydrator. You figured you might have luck if you took a trip to the greenhouse, even though your brother had forbidden you to go there. Well, the worst that could happen to you was another pull on your ear — so you decided: you would go to the greenhouse, you only needed to wait for the bell to ring again and then sneak out the class. 

You smiled to yourself and closed your notebook when a pair of eyes made your skin burn. You lifted your head and looked at the teacher. 

“Our next exam is going to be a pair research.” He said, probably not for the first time. “Are you comfortable with your pairing?” His eyes dropped to the figure sitting beside you. You followed the teacher’s gaze and — you held your breath instinctively — Wednesday Addams was staring at you this whole time. Why haven't you been left alone this time? You had been released from pair work from the very first day. And it was just a research paper, you saw the topic written on the board, you could do it all by yourself and— wait, why wasn't Wednesday blinking?

“Be careful what you wish for, Mr. Torres. The mad scientist and her little helper puppy can become the duo of your nightmares!” The class laughed because of that same shrill voice of yesterday. So…you supposed you were the puppy? 

What was this girl's obsession with calling you a dog? It was your brother who trained werewolves! 

“A mad scientist usually has a monster at their disposal.” A cold voice struck back and everyone turned to its owner. Of course Wednesday wouldn't keep it shut. “I can confirm it.”

Some students squealed and laughed at the expression of fear that made the shrill-voiced girl pale.

“Silence!” Mrs.Torres tried to regain control of the class.“Mrs. L/N?” You tried to look up at the teacher again, but everyone’s gaze was on you. The laughter did not stop and the whispers grew louder as Wednesday kept sitting gracefully by your side. She was all that: confident, scary and strong-minded — while you could not even force yourself to answer the teacher. An expectant silence dominated the room as the professor's eyes remained on you. “Are…you…comfortable…with…your…pairing?” He asked ridiculously slower, as if you had some kind of retardation or deafness. Now the entire class looked at you as if you indeed had it. Even Wednesday’s gaze got bewildered as your sweat started to drop on your desk. 

Of course I’m not comfortable, I am never comfortable with these purple-dressed teenagers around me.  

You tried to swallow the knot that came up in your throat, but the movement made you cough instantly. Your mouth and throat were so dry that a painful itch spread all over your neck and you weren’t able to breathe anymore. Your whole body was shaken by the coughing as you covered your lips and sprinted out the room. 

You heard loud laughs while you rushed down the hallway, looking for the nearest toilet with the air being violently expelled from your lungs. Your abdomen and chest were already shaking with spasms by the time you broke into the restroom and sank your head into the sink. You turned on the tap and drank the water in quick sips, guiding the water to your lips with your hands. 

Your face and vest were already soaked when the bell rang loudly through the whole school. Fuck. The lunch break. You lost the opportunity, you couldn't make it to the greenhouse. Your plan was ruined. No one was going to take revenge today. Perhaps it really was a dish that should be served cold.

“L/N.” Speaking in coldness, guess who followed you. Your cheeks were still wet as you turned to Wednesday. In fact, you didn't want to, but she keeps coming up beside you and you can't stop yourself from turning around. “You ruined my message.”

Oh, fuck you. And you ruined my plan, so we’re even. What about it?

You stomped over the door and tried to close it. 

“This is the female restroom.” She noted, her fist closed around the knob as your hand pushed the knob on the other side. You tried to slam the door one more time, but she held it open. “It is you who should leave.” So you did. You wriggled out of the doorway, without even touching Wednesday's uniform, and stepped back into the hallway. 

The hallway now full of students heading to the canteen, talking and laughing and walking together in these huge packs of purple people. Someone stepped on your foot as you tried to control your breathing. It didn’t even hurt, but you walked back in reflex and your back hitted someone. It hitted Wednesday. 

"Follow me." She said after unseaming the small crease you made in her skirt. 

She paced determinedly down the hall and you followed, soon reaching the quad full of students. Curiously, she stopped and stood at a distance from the tables and the water fountain. Silence filled the space between you and you found yourself obliged to analyze her face after explanations. Her eyes wandered precisely through the quad, following a moving-target as a twist took over her lips. A smirk?

A loud scream made you look away: and then you saw. Oh, what a beautiful image you saw! The shrill-voiced girl was screaming for her life in the middle of the courtyard. A dozen spiders emerged from her plate and were now crawling up her chest and face. None of her slaps and screams stopped the arachnids from stepping over her skin. Now, all eyes were on her and everyone within thirty feet could hear her screams for help. 

Your plan might have been ruined, but Wednesday’s plan was way more satisfying.

You laughed delightedly as the girl squirmed on the floor, a loud, husky laugh coming from your lips that made Wednesday's little smile grow. She watched you attentively as your eyes gleamed because of the scene in front of you.

You were having the time of your life before a voice emerged from behind.

“Y/N.” 

It was Hank. Fuck.

X

“You’re walking on thin ice with the principal, Wednesday.” Hank said from behind his desk, his hands sunk into the wood. “You've already been suspended once, and I’m not sure if you will get away with this little spider show of yours.” Hank stared down at her, who was sitting beside his brother with her typically straight posture. Her hands were on her lap and her knees were knit together, her chin up in defiance. And you were mirroring her posture without even noticing. Hank tried to not gasp at you as he went on. “What was that for, after all?”

“They’ve ruined our correspondence.” She told him coldly. “Now I’m late.”

It was a weird deal they had. Like, Wednesday would only go to Jericho with Hank or then driving his moto. They also shared these secret, encrypted notes in the meantime. Was it a mystery solving competition? And she was now late with the riddles? It sounded like something Hank would do to keep a friend out of trouble. He used to do it with you. 

"Bullshit. You avenged Y/N, didn’t you?” Wednesday shifted slightly on her seat because of Hank’s words. “We’ve talked about this, corbeau, you can’t keep righting wrongs around here.”

Corbeau? Was she a raven? A psychic? Is that why Hank always grits his teeth around her? His curse gets worse around psychics. 

“Then you should perform your function properly and take care of these miserable beings.” You looked at her with widened eyes. “They’re bothering your brother and you did nothing.” Why was she bothered about it? She doesn't even know you. 

“You exhaust me, Wednesday.” Hank sighed, with his slumped shoulders and slow hand gestures accepting the defeat. So…they were friends? Hank has never lost an argument so quickly. 

“Did you know about it, Y/N?” After almost an hour scolding the Addams, he finally turned to you. “Did you plan out this thing together?” 

You shook your head and Hank frowned. Yes, you answered, and you could feel Wednesday's eyes on you. 

You were lying, of course — you had no idea about what she intended to do nor why she did it — but you adored it and you wouldn’t let her be penalized alone.

“So it's decided!” Hank did not seem happy. “You two will assist the school clubs for the next two weeks.” It didn’t sound bad. “And apologize.” Now it sounded horrible.

Wednesday fought back again and their discussion restarted. You didn’t really pay attention to what they were saying — you knew your brother wouldn’t go back. So your fingers went down your jacket as well as your eyes, and you began to twist the buttons of your clothes as the discussion dragged on for another half hour. 

A thud then came from the door behind you and you noticed Hank was gone. In an impulsive movement, you grabbed a paper and a pencil from your brother’s desk as Wednesday headed to the door. 

She was already leaving when you held out the paper for her. Please, turn around, turn around and look at—

“I—” Your voice got stuck in your throat as your mind ran widely in thoughts. What are you supposed to say? Could you say anything to her? What if you got it all wrong and she still wanted to kill you? Did she want to kill you in the first place?

Thankfully, your stutter was enough to make her turn her face toward you and see the paper in your hand. This time, you delivered the message without being crushed or wet.

Your note only said:

'Thank you.'

Then you ran away.

Taglist: @i984 @toournextadventure @cursedchar @aroaceanxietylemon @tundra1029 @efectoangel @sweetaimu @colezb @tnnadia @elduster @rainbowsixreader

[tainoidiot]

Mornings, Afternoons, Evenings.

Jervis Tetch X FoodServer!reader

NOTES: Based on this dumb post I made about a rogue falling for a worker, but instead of a psychiatrist or doctor it's the fucking food service people. (Maybe I'll even open up my requests soon OoooOooO)

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Mornings, Afternoons, and Evenings.

That's when he saw you.

Jervis awoke in his small holding room. It's white. A blinding white. He's tired of the bland exterior, where is the color and whimsy of wonderland when he needs it the most? Not to mention he wore this ugly shade of teal as his robes. Any longer and he'd lose it... more.

Jervis was given small privileges by the staff here and there. He wasn't a high risk patient anymore, so that meant he could have a phone in his room. Sure, he couldn't call anyone outside the asylum and he really only used it to ask for the menu items of the day but it's the thought that counts! Oh, and he has all the paper he could ask for! What for? Um...

Okay maybe he didn't have that many privileges. Really all he does is design hats and color anyway.

7:13 am, the phone rings, startling the middle aged man out of his hat creating zone. He hesitated at first, he never had the phone call HIM. So, curiously, he picked up the phone. "Hello?" Jervis asked.

...

Oh, they're just asking for his breakfast order.

BREAKFAST

The man's hungry. "Oh, where is that o-"

Three knocks interrupt his train of thought, and then the door swings open. "Food service! May I come in?" A sing songy voice asks. He's impressed, was the universe listening to him?

"Er, yes. Come in, dear." He stumbled with his words. The nurses usually gave him a light styrofoam type tray for his food. He must be getting better then.

In walks in a worker Jervis had never seen before. The grey work polo, the black pants and shoes, a dangling ID. It wasn't the appearance that got him curious. It was the voice. He needed to know more.

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You walk into the room, tray in your arms as you smiled at the man. "Good morning! Hope I didn't wake you up." You chuckle placing the tray on a nearby table. Truly, your customer service voice got people calm. They trusted you. YOU, however, only got paid 17 an hour. Could you give more of a shit? Maybe if you were given 20 an hour instead.

"Oh, not at all.. um.." The man replied, looking at you with soft eyes. "I thought the nurses delivered our trays?" He asked, looking at the breakfast with a smile. You just shrugged "We have a list of patients who we can't serve to physically, but looks like you're not on it anymore." You nod and pump the hand sanitizer bottle before stepping out of the room.

"Wait!" Cried Jervis. You turned your head curiously "Anything else I can do for you?"

"What's your name?"

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LUNCH

Jervis couldn't stop thinking about the delivery person he spoke with. Alice wouldn't work a 9-5, er.. 6-7:30, right? Wonderland is a strange place, however. Nothing is impossible. After only two weeks, Him and that mysterious server seemed to hit it off too. They talked about the mess the styrofoam trays make, especially considering how flimsy they are, how some of the doctors got on their nerves, and the exhaustion that was walking around Arkham. During their chat, they explained that they only really serve the box tea to the patients. "BUT if you ask nicely, I can sneak you some different kinds I find in the storage room." The server joked. Jervis hated the unsweetened tea, it was always cold. Who the fuck serves tea COLD?!

After sending in his lunch order, he prayed he'd see you again. They could talk about literature, as you mentioned you hadn't really been reading much as of late. It was obvious what he'd recommend, but it's the thought that counts. Your eyes, your voice, how you for some reason always smelled like mustard. (Apparently that's just how the kitchen smells)

Knock Knock Knock..

Jervis's ears perked up. Watching the door swing open made his heart flutter. Oh, to see your beautiful face, though half covered in a mask with hair tucked away into a hairnet, he didn't care. All he smiled for was that you were here. "Yes, yes! Come in, dear."

As he finally got a good look at the figure opening his door, he noticed.. wait, that's not you. That's someone else entirely. How cruel the universe was! "Um.. You're not.."

They look up at the man and sighed "Understaffed today. One called out sick, another just quit." Jervis was perplexed. Which one were you? Sick? Oh, he wishes he was there to hold you. You must be miserable, poor dear. Or did you had quit? Did you need a friendly ear to lend? Was today that bad?

The server placed the tray on the table and left. Jervis was left alone with his thoughts again, leg bouncing with anxiety. Did you need help? Did.. you need him? Hid heart ached just thinking about it. Maybe it was too soon, and this was the universes way of saying "slow down there." But he couldn't ignore how he felt.

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DINNER

Two weeks.

Two WHOLE WEEKS.

Jervis had been released from Arkham. He hid his true feelings of obsession worry from doctors and psychiatrists taking notes in their little booklets. It wasn't fair! You and him didn't even get to say a proper goodbye! And here he is, angrily huffing about as he steps into the thrift store.

He can't really afford nice things, but the tea cups here were truly pretty enough to catch his eye. Sure they looked a bit scattered when one cup had flowers and kittens and another pictures from nature, but that's Wonderland baby! Scattered and strange. Plus, retail therapy was always good.

As he walked through the kitchen ware aisle, he scanned his surroundings for new tea sets or perhaps a kettle. Not many people entered the thrift store on a Thursday evening, they usually come for the Monday sale. But every once in a while, he'd see someone in the same aisle as him.

And God is he thankful he turned his head. Because there you were. In all your glory.

His breath hitched, heart pounding as his cheeks flushed. It was you, wasn't it? His mind wasn't playing tricks, was it? You turned to face him and stopped.

"... Jervis Tetch?"

He gulped. "Y-Yes?"

"I KNEW IT WAS YOU!" Your smile widened as you walked closer to the man. "Holy crap man, you're out already? I figured you would've been, nice to see you!"

Jervis wanted to take your hand into his warm gloved one. God, he couldn't hold back. But he must. "Aha! Yes, yes.. It's good to see you. I didn't get to say goodbye, what happened?" He asked.

You raised an eyebrow in confusion, then remember what he meant "Oh! Yeah, had some stuff to take care of.. and by that I mean I called off "Sick"!" You giggled. Oh, you silly little rabbit. Jervis sighed in relief. You were safe.

"I'm glad to see you're safe.. could we grab a cup of tea perhaps?"

The store was about to close anyway. What else is there to do for dinner?

[cyxnidx]

TURN IT DOWN !

characters: scaramouche , kazuha , pantalone & tartaglia

summary: you love music, but sometimes it’s just a little too loud.

a/n: as a fellow music lover and addict, i love my music loud. It’s the closest im getting to it being in my veins.

!! SCARAMOUCHE

walking anywhere into your vicinity scared scaramouche. especially when you have your headphones — no, specifically when you have your headphones. he’d never seen anyone who wanted such loud music, and brought multiple headphones just to see which was louder, and therefore better. it confused him as well — how did you still manage to keep your hearing? was this some unknown sorcery? ironically, he stopped questioning you and your antics after asking one simple question.

“might i ask what makes you feel necessary to have your music so loud?” he asked you, removing one of your headphones once again in order to have a conversation with you. “to drown out the voices in my head, of course.” you replied sarcastically, though it seems as though scaramouche took it a bit more serious. sitting down quietly, he uttered a quiet ‘oh’ and continued reading, leaving you to your music.

!! KAZUHA

honestly didnt mind. while it did sometimes worry him with the volume and what not, he knew how much you loved music from the start. all he asked was that you took care of yourself. trying to make sure you don’t fall asleep with them, make sure you’re not consistently listening to it or too much. he’d even offer to listen to music with you occasionally, willing to find some new songs to add to his own playlist. though — there was one question that usually roamed his mind. why exactly do you usually listen to music while doing something productive?

“love,” he began, catching your attention as you were about to connect your headphones to listen to music. you planned to get a bit of cleaning done today. “why is it that everytime you listen to music, it’s to do something productive?”

you were surprised by his question. it was hard to believe you did. “guess it just keeps me concentrated..” you shrugged. “keeps all other thoughts calm.” you explained briefly. “understandable. do you mind?” he asked, pointing at your AirPod case. shrugging, you allowed him to take the other.

“what song is this?” kazuha asked, turning to you from sweeping. together, you were cleaning while listening to music. it honestly added to the mood, and added a tiny bit more peacefulness to the environment. “a new one i found..” you said, telling him the title. he hummed, smiling. “i like it.”

!! PANTALONE

gently waking you from your unconscious state, pantalone could only sigh as he saw your headphones stranded on the other side of the bed. collecting them, he placed it on the bedside table. “may i ask how on earth you sleep with such loud music in your ears?” he asked softly. sitting up, you shrugged. “hell of a lot better than hearing Ajax yell for somebody to fight him because he’s bored.” you replied sassily. you always were a blunt one. pantalone chuckled at your honesty and nodded. “yes, well, you have a point.” he agreed.

you looked at the bedside table where your headphones rested. you bet they’re dead, but you would like to check. though, you knew pantalone wouldn’t let you. you’ve had enough of music for the past 6-7 hours or so, or however long you might’ve been asleep. “no, hon.” he sighed, following your eye sight. “even if they still had a bit of battery, wouldn’t you let them charge to listen more later?” he persuaded. it made sense, and then you could finally have peace. “okay,” you smiled, allowing your husband to lead you elsewhere to let your headphones charge.

!! TARTAGLIA

quite frankly, he’s scared to disturb you. he knows you’re coming when he hears music, or the tune of your favorite song. he’s become adapted to telling your mood through your music. he’s also learned not to pause your Bluetooth while you’re taking a shower with music. never did he ever think you could beat him with a shower head..but you did it. though, you did have to buy a new shower head. serves him right though. who does he think he is pausing one of your favorite songs? he must have a death wish.

“you still love me..right?” ajax asked quietly, sad about how you sprayed and beat him with a shower head. again. you sighed, looking at him with soaking clothes. “if you would’ve just learned your lesson the first time.” he tilted his head. what was that supposed to mean? “yes, i still love you. but leave me alone! and you’re sleeping on the couch.” you scolded. he could only hum happily. “I’ll still come in bed later ~”

[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

My weekly roundup CW 20

I try to write down my thoughts after watching stuff to create a little weekly ranking in relation to the previous week on my, most of the times, quiet sundays (and because I love lists!). These are just my personal opinions and preferences.

And yes, this will contain spoilers!

The Promise is on hiatus this week. I guess it is because they wanted to end the series on WeTV and their Youtube channel on the same day.

→ 1. Love Mate (Ep 5+6)

Most adorable scene this week:

Ahhh, yes, I am obsessed with the series. I love them and don't want to miss them! Sunshine guy and Grumpy Guy are so precious. And grumpy guy is slowly becoming sunshine guy No 2. I love how happy he looks when he is with sunshine guy. I still didn't quite get the pool date and we were robbed of an underwater kiss! It was the perfect opportunity!!!! And they don't need to fool us. They are not date mates. They are a couple. I think it's cute how sunshine guy plays along, even though he actually knows full well that grumpy guy and him are a couple, but so as not to scare him away, he just plays along. The second thing I didn't understand, why don't they sleep together in the same bed? The solution to the problem was of course very adorable and I almost exploded because of the concentrated cuteness of the scene. I would have liked it even more if grumpy guy had climbed down to sunshine guy of his own accord and hugged him from behind. But I don't want to complain. The scene is burned into my memory forever now. And yes, the end of episode 6 fucked me up. Sunshine Guy! Go to him. Take him in your arms! Don't run away! But maybe he just knows grumpy guy well enough to know that he might have closed himself off in that moment. That fucked up ex-boyfriend. It was obvious that he would still play a role. You better not fuck this up in the finale!

↑ 2. La Pluie (Ep 4)

Most surprising kiss this week:

I'm squealing! I was really afraid that there would be a huge problem when Patts found out that Saengtai knew they were soulmates. But with that I am not mad. The kiss on the other hand…Yes, Saengtai initiated it, but Patts was willing to go quite a few steps further. Boy, Saengtai was drunk off his ass! No thought of getting into his pants there. But well, who hasn't made out with someone while drunk? I'll let it slide. Oh man, my critical eyes are really going blind when I like a scene. Not saying it was a good choice of writing the first kiss! Second point…Patts. Talk to your ex, please. Silence has never helped anyone. Especially not in front of love contaminated people. So tell her, hey, I found my soulmate and now I will start a new happy life with him. Other than that, Saengtai and Patts are both like sugar to me. I find their interactions so cute and want to permanently pinch their cheeks. The series definitely manages to pick up from week to week. I'm a little scared when it comes to the drama. I'm not going to like it, but honestly, we're on episode 4 of 12. There's a whole bunch more drama to come…And I'm not ready for it!

→ 3. Happy Merry Ending (Ep 7+8 Final)

The most smitten guy of the week:

Episode 7 I will simply banish from my memory again. But that was exactly what I feared last week. Namely that JaeHyun reminds SeungJun way too much of his ex with his manner. He couldn't offer him any protection at that moment. And I understand SeungJun so much that he sends JaeHyun away, that he wants to be alone, that he wants to protect himself. It's all been so new for him, he was too overwhelmed with the new relationship, because he himself wasn't ready yet from the head. Yes, JaeHyun gave him peace when they were together, but when he was alone, he was vulnerable again. He himself needs to learn to stop being vulnerable and attackable to his ex in order to be a good partner in the future and address and overcome his trauma because: Love cannot heal everything. But even though JeungJun sent JaeHyun away, it was his love that made JeungJun finally take control of his life. He had to make that decision himself to become stronger. And when he is ready, he just hopes that JaeHyun will forgive him…If we were to dive into reality at this point, we would realize that this is wishful thinking. How often does it happen that one person waits so long for another and that other person actually gives a sign at some point, like "Hey, I still like you"? The story would have actually ended at the point when JeungJun asks JaeHyun to leave and compares him to his disgusting ex. That would have been my breaking point, anyway. But, we are not in reality, but in the beautiful world of BL. And here, with the last episode, we get our happy ending, as we hoped for. And may I say at this point that I now wish we had heard more songs from JaeHyun? What a beautiful voice! Makes him even more handsome. I liked the story. I liked that JeungJun managed to turn his life around on his own. I liked the look on JaeHyun's face when he looks at JeungJun. I liked their absolutely cozy looking togetherness. I liked their romance.

↑ 4. Our Skyy 2 (Ep 9+10)

Okay, I was so afraid Our Skyy would ruin my favorites, but shit, was it fun! Would I have liked to see Tinn and Gun navigate their lives with each other after school with new challenges? Absolutely. Do I think the role reversal idea is bad? Not really. It's very amusing to see Gemini and Fourth play each other's roles and give them their own character traits. And they came up with some really good jokes. I was on the floor laughing. The dance scene was so over the top. The whole scene after the exam when they were in each other's arms…I couldn't take it anymore! And to add TiwsonPor as an already existing couple - chef's kiss. They know exactly what they are doing. This is fanservice at its finest. I love it when a show is aware of its fans and what they want, and when they don't just throw it out there, but incorporate in well into the plot. This is so fanfiction!!! It's like the writers and everyone involved really paid attention and saw where the mistakes or inconsistencies were with the original series and now they're making fun of them in an excellent way. Best scene: the guys are all in a room together and Gun and Tinn are flirting with each other and the guys are nagging them not to be so loud. That's realistic for a change. All in all, I liked the episodes of Our Skyy so much more than the previous ones.

↓ 5. My Story (Ep 6)

I don't care about this week! Please don't let Zeke be late for that stupid school event next week and what's with Drake and him? The drama belongs with Sky and Win. Not in our little sanctuary Zeke x Fifth heaven. I resent that! This week was soooo cute again! Fifth is just still very unsure if he can be enough and satisfy Zeke, and Zeke may give him something to doubt there when he agrees to Kim's event even though he promised to be at the school event. And I can already somewhat imagine next week that drama can arise through that. Although I can also understand Zeke wanting to fuel his career as a photographer a bit with the assignment from Kim. These two are going to break my heart before they painstakingly patch it back together. And just between us, I probably wouldn't mind to see their reconciliation in the end.

↓ 6. Our Dining Table (Ep 7)

A kiss? Really now? Not that I think there was really a kiss with the camera shot like that, but still! Brave Minoru! Aside from the kiss, it was another nice, stable episode. Yutaka is opening up to Minoru and Tane is such an empathetic boy, it's heartbreaking. And the dad is my absolute favorite! I think among all of us, he's the biggest shipper of the two!

↑ 7. Step by Step (Ep 5)

Jeng and Pat are so side tracked in my mind right now. Yes, there is progress, they slept in a bed together and you can tell they both already know they like the other. And at the end there was this totally romantic scene with fireworks in the background that screamed for a kiss and then the cut came…okay…but, what really stuck in my mind? My ambivalent feelings about Jaab and Jane. But I did some soul-searching. One of my favorite series is Love Mechanics…so who am I to judge? Yes, Jane fucked up, but shit happens in this world. That doesn't excuse anything, but I'm selfish and I want these two to get together. They both like each other. And of course Jaab doesn't hide it, but he never makes the first move. So it's absolutely clear that Jane is equally attracted to Jaab. So much that he crosses lines he shouldn't. The affair, or even a fling, has a certain tingle, the whiff of something forbidden. It's morally reprehensible and yet the subject matter is always found in the media and people are drawn to it. Why? Because it shows emotions very raw and pure. Because desire for a person is depicted, which otherwise can hardly be transported through the medium. Because it means that the desire for this person, be it purely sexual or even romantic, is so great that one accepts the moral contempt. Because in some moments you have no control over your thoughts and your body. Because it is a temptation that people would like to give in to, at least in their thoughts. It means giving up control to your heart and even if you have never had the thought of cheating, you can still understand what can happen in your body and head. So yeah, I'm not mad about it at the end of this week. I'm excited to see what happens next and I'm eager to see when they get to their happy ending and what other obstacles are put in their way.

↑ 8. A Boss and a Babe (Ep 12 Final)

Most ridiculous dialogue of the week:

The finale surprised once again. How pissed I was at first when it turned out to be just a dream…I hate that. That is one of the shittiest placeholder…fucking dream sequences. And then also at the end of the last episode, so it can't be resolved until the next episode either. That hit home. After that, it was a sugar fest. So much sweetness and romance. Was a little too much for my stunted heart. But it was the conclusion I think we all thought and hoped for. The friends group is and remains my favorite of the series and especially the fact that they have accepted Gun into their group like that and he visibly feels at home there. The roof terrace at the end was a bit much for me. If my partner did that, I'd probably be throwing up rainbows and cotton candy. But anyway. I'm excited to see what happens next week with Our Skyy 2…The preview looked…exhausting, to put it nicely.

↓ 9. Naked Dining (Ep 6)

Oh, Futa… What are you doing? You're dreaming about Mahiro kissing you. Do you want me to interpret it for you? Your subconscious has already figured out that you like him. Your subconscious is trying to tell you what you want, you just have to listen and let it happen. Instead, you're talking about getting married and starting a family. And the look on Mahori's face spoke volumes. He's so hurt and disappointed. He really thought you guys were making progress after Futa's talk of fate, that you found each other again. Oh man. This is so frustrating. All the better that Mahiro told him the truth in the end and leaves Futa alone with his thoughts now. I'm excited to see what happens next.

→ 10. House of Stars (Ep 3)

I found the episode so boring and uninteresting and I don't understand the dynamic going on. I don't get what the relationship is supposed to be between Gun and Pitch. Pitch is obsessed with Gun and Gun doesn't like him, but tolerates him and sometimes looks at him like he's in love with him and is nice to him. And on the other hand, we have So, who is clearly into Pitch and Pitch kind of likes him, but by the portrayal of his character, I really can't see any feelings from Pitch. And yeah, the choice of how he conveys the character is really not working for me. I don't like it. And Pitch is such an unlikable character. He knows he's going to screw up, again and again and again and doesn't learn from it and again and again others have to bail him out while is standing there grinning...Yes, I'm dropping it at this point.

[fangbangerghoul]

15 questions

Tagged by @staticpallour I can't believe you tagged me like that, tricked me into reading a lovely post then at the end I was ordered to do work lol jk jk

1. Are you named after anyone?

Not that I know of, but my mother did spell my name wrong. It's spelled one way and pronounced a completely different way.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Last night. I was reading A Discovery of Witches and I came across a very wholesome moment. Also these finals are stressing me out so it probably was the combo lol

3. Do you have kids?

Yes! One cute kiddo, though I am probably biased. I named him after a crystal so I think that makes me a crystal mommy lmfao In my defense I conceived 2 months after attending a 4 day Beltane event so....yknow

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

I've never been into sports but even if I hate it I love cardio.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

No, never. Who would ever lower themselves to that level of communication?

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

This is a good question. I feel lame saying their vibes. Their genre? Is that acceptable? Also the way they speak.

7. What’s your eye color?

lmfao I had to look at a selfie because I forgot; blue

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

9. Any talents?

Piling dishes that balance perfectly but is chaotic for anyone else to touch it.

consistently go, go, go until I am forced to stop and rest

making playlists for friends

bringing everything back to politics/society

overanalyzing

10. Where were you born?

New Jersey, United States

11. What are your hobbies?

writing

crocheting

gaming

reading

listening to streams/podcasts

12. Do you have any pets?

3: Bryson (a tabby), Mao Mao (a black cat), Toni Hawk (my red eared slider)

13. How tall are you?

On a good day? 5 ft 3 in. Bad Day? 5ft 2 1/2 in.

14. Favorite subject in school?

I am finding out that I really like history more than I assumed I would. I also enjoy my philosophy classes and sociology classes.

15. Dream job?

"I do not dream of labor." However, wherever I end up I hope I make a difference for the betterment of those who come after me.

tagging: @avani-telvanni @bearlytolerant @crystal-overdrive @interplanet--janet

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10 QL People That I Want Carnally

I was tagged by @sunshinesanctuary

Thank you, bebe, this was fun! I know the original call is for 10, but I never saw a limit I didn't want to challenge. Whatever, whatever, I do what I want. So, in no particular order:

1. Inspector M - Manner of Death (Great Sapol)

Look at him. LOOK. AT. HIM. Absolutely adorable and also hot as hell. He can slap those cuffs on me any time he pleases. If he stands still long enough I will most definitely climb him like a tree (and that goes double for Great himself tbh).

2. Jang Jaeyoung - Semantic Error (Park Seoham)

Yeah, yeah, he's cocky and a bit of a slacker, but he is also smart, talented, and let's be real, a grade A simp. Don't get me started on that lip piercing...

3. Choi Jun - Jun & Jun (Ki Hyun Woo)

Like, they gave me this man's bare back within the first 30 seconds of the first episode, was I not supposed to get thirsty?

4. Yi Phayak Chatdecha Chen - Naughty Babe (Max Kornthas)

Ah, Hia Yi. Wealthy, handsome, super overprotective of his beloved. Bit of a control freak but not ashamed of giving up control in the bedroom. Love that for him (me).

5. Phaya - The Sign (Billy Patchanon)

Look, I am a simple woman. I just want him to put his hand around my throat, pin me, and call me a good girl. I don't think that's asking for too much.

6. Patts - La Pluie (Pee Peerawich)

My beloved. He was just so good, you know? He has a good job and loves animals. He dresses nicely and charms the parents. And then a total lover in between the sheets. Let the rain come down.

7. Payu - Love In The Air (Boss Chaikamon)

I'm pretty sure this man was singularly responsible for the meltdown of several of my brain cells. His looks, his demeanor, his dominance, his *gestures vaguely* everything, you know?

8. Jeng Kittiphong - Step By Step (Man Trisanu)

I know for a fact that I was not the only one who had their brain short circuit during this scene. I am willing to hold a towel for him and even help him wipe down after working out. I am also willing to work him out (wink wonk).

9. Fighter - Why R U (Zee Pruk)

Oh my god but he was so cute. The hot guy everybody wanted who had no idea how to act when he had a crush on a pretty boy. You just KNOW he kisses like an absolute dream. Also, when he was crying during the breakup scene I was ready to fly to Thailand and start throwing hands, I don't even care.

10. Bai Zongyi - Kiseki: Dear To Me (Taro Lin)

My guilty pleasure entry. Yes, I know he's a young'un and I should be ashamed but he has those giant yaoi paws (that scene where he is holding both of Zherui's hands with just one of his absolutely makes my teeth sweat) and obviously likes manhandling his crush/lover at any given opportunity. Plus he is a professional baker? Sign me UP.

11. Pisaeng- Be My Favorite (Gawin Caskey)

This is a guy who will cherish you with everything he has and will be a romantic sap about it. (I knew Gawin would be on this list, I just had to determine which role I chose...honestly he could have been on here multiple times)

12. Maya - Laws of Attraction (Silvy Pavida)

She can sing, she can dance, she can be a double agent performing espionage, and she is sooooooo hot it almost hurts to look at her. All I am saying is she can step on me and I will thank her profusely.

13. Neur - Cutie Pie (Tutor Koraphat)

This man showed up fully intending to Cause Problems On Purpose and ended up simping for the quiet, shy, devout member of the friend group he inserted himself into, and we were all of us better for it. Satu. 🙏

14. Babe - Pit Babe (Pavel Phoom)

He's the top (ha!) racer, an alpha, and also 100% babygirl. One smirk from him and I am on my knees. Don't worry about me, though, I'm doing just fine. (I will say that I never thought I would see omegaverse on my screen and yet here we are in this year of our lord)

15. Vegas Theerapanyakul - KinnPorsche (Bible Wichapas)

My problematic meow meow. He's a gangster. He's a killer. He's a sadist into whips, chains, and torture, not necessarily in that order. He's got a bit of a case of little brother syndrome. And I adore him, faults and all.

Aaaaannnddd okay! So, I could likely absolutely keep going, but I think I am going to tap out while I still have at least some dignity left after exposing myself as the thirsty bitch that I am. I've lost track of who all has already done this, so I am not tagging anyone in particular. If you decide to do this, tag me and let me know so we can thirst together!

[yujo-nishimura]

The Escape - Part 21

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13 - Part 14 - Part 15 - Part 16 - Part 17 - Part 18 - Part 19 - Part 20

Buggy was really angry at you and you kind of felt relieved. You could handle an emotionally immature Buggy better than a calm and reasonable Captain. For a moment he hesitated, thinking if it would be wise to ask you to come back into his cabin and tend to your wounds. But you could feel how uncomfortable he felt with you alone in his room in this situation, so he sent you straight to the ship's doctor. You knew your chance of being together alone for a while would be gone with the action of yours, but you again showed him that you would not easily take commands if they seemed unreasonable to you. You again felt like the winner of the moment, but you also started to ask yourself which game you both were actually playing. As the ship's doctor carefully picked the glass from your skin and started stitching the bigger wound inside of your palm, the pain started to make you regret your actions. Yes, you had again acted impulsively and without thinking about what would happen next. You did exactly the thing that Buggy talked about - you acted without reconsidering your options and out of frustration. Just because you hurt yourself you would not be able to spend more time with Buggy, he would most likely confine you to your quarters and punish you with more avoidance for the rest of the day. You also saw something else in his eyes, when you smashed the glass - pure horror of the things you were able to do when you did not get what you wanted. You felt like a mad woman when you finally were released from the ship's doctor's care with some pain killers and the advice to rest in your quarters. You slowly walked back to your room as ordered and you felt pity for yourself and your reaction. The beautiful glass was such a thoughtful gift and you had destroyed it. You saw the other half of the crew getting ready for land, Mohji approaching you with excitement. “You are coming with us, Y/n?”, he cheers, not aware of your situation yet. 

“Unfortunately not..”, you show him your bandaged hand and his facial expression changes into worry.

“What happened?” 

“I slipped and fell on glass while cleaning the deck..”, you sigh over your own lie, “Can you bring me some fruit when you find some on the island?” 

Mohji passionately nods, he feels good being needed by you. 

Before you enter the hatch and walk to your own little room you can see Buggy emerging from the Captain's cabin. He is wearing his coat, his hat, and he carries his knives with him. He has decided to join the land team and you feel almost your heart breaking into pieces as he walks past you without saying a word. He chose to avoid you again. 

You lay in your chamber, the pain at your hand stinging now more than you actually had thought it could hurt you. You look outside the little window, the sun is finally hidden behind the clouds and it looks like it's going to be raining soon, matching your gloomy mood. You look around, too tired to nap and too agonized to rest, there is nothing in your room besides the dress and your sword, the beautiful glass which could have been a lovely decoration is no longer and you also know that this was probably the last time Buggy made you a present. 

You pout, you try to cry, you want to feel miserable. But actually you feel just empty. You feel nothing. As soon as your captain is not around you somehow feel numb, times seem to stop and everything seems to be deprived of life and color. When he was inside you the other day, when you felt his skin in yours, his sloppy kiss, the sweet taste of his lips - you knew back then that you really loved him. You didn't think when you tried to confess your feelings to him. And maybe that was too much - you didnt know him well enough to fully love him now. But whenever did your feelings make sense before? And what right did he have to command you what to say and what not to say? You close your eyes, trying to ignore the pulsating pain in your hand. You want to get up, run after him and join the land team. But you have disobeyed him already today, you are scared to go further than that. 

After a while of torturing yourself with regrettable thoughts you finally drift into a deep sleep. 

It must have been night when someone is banging harshly at your door, waking you up from your deep slumber. You almost fall out of the hammock as you try to reach for your sword, but before you can even attempt to defend yourself the door is pushed open and Cabaji stands in the frame, his long scarf carelessly bound around his neck. “Sorry for waking you, Y/n. I want you to come with me.” 

He sounds harsh as always, you haven't made friends with him yet and you wonder if he will ever overcome his distrust in you. 

You get up,grabbing your sword, your heartbeat slowing down again, seeing that no danger seems to be imminent. 

“What happened?"

“The landteam hasn't come back yet and they agreed on time and Mohji and I are thinking of following them to check that nothing went wrong.” 

You gasp in surprise. The land team not back? Was Captain Buggy okay? 

“You want me to come with you?” 

“That is the plan, we need some skilled fighters since this seems to be an unpredictable situation at this point.” 

You nod and follow him on deck. It is pitch black outside, no moon and the air is heavy from the rain which soon would fall. 

Mohji looks at you in anticipation. 

“Can you really come with us, Y/n? Aren't you hurt?” 

Cabaji looks at you in surprise. “Is that the reason you stayed here?” 

“Its nothing big. Just a cut in my right hand. I can still fight with my left.” 

They both accept your explanation and hand you a torch. We will stick together, not only because it is dark, but also since we do not know what awaits us. Cabaji goes first, you in the middle and Richie and I will be the tail of the group.

“And if we cannot find them?”, you ask but both of them cannot answer. You can see from their faces that “not finding them” was not an option. 

“All right then!”, you smile and hold on to the torch tightly. Cabaji takes a rope and swings from the ship on land. You follow him, holding the rope carefully with your right injured hand, feeling another stinging pain as you land on the solid ground. You have experienced worse, so you just clench your teeth together. The last thing you want to be is a weakling after you deliberately hurt yourself. You are still relieved that neither Cabaji nor Mohji know the circumstances of your injury.

With a leap of faith, Mohji and Richie plunge from the ship into the unknown depths of the forest, and you follow suit, armed with weapons and torches. The darkness that envelopes the surroundings fails to evoke fear within you. Few things have the power to unsettle your resolve, especially in this moment of concern for your captain's well-being. You march forward, undeterred by the eerie atmosphere, driven by a determined spirit to locate and reunite with your leader. You can hear strange animal sounds from the forest, yellow and red eyes blinking out of bushes. But having the massive lion behind you helps you to feel safe. "Which direction did they just go?" you ponder aloud, your voice filled with a mix of curiosity and concern.

"If I were Captain Buggy, where would I go?" Cabaji muses, his thoughts echoing your own.

"Somewhere with a hidden treasure!" Mohji exclaims cheerfully from behind, his excitement palpable.

“But how would he know where to find a treasure?” 

“If he had a treasure map!”, you suggest and realize you all just kept talking to avoid the black and dark silence of the forest around you. 

“Did he take a treasure map with him?” Mohji comments from behind. 

“Not that I am aware of.”, Cabajis response from the front. "So, if I understand correctly, we don't have a plan and our only option is to wander through the darkness?" you summarize, a tinge of uncertainty in your voice. 

As your words hang in the air, both Cabaji and Mohji pause, their expressions mirroring a mixture of surprise and realization. It dawns on them that perhaps the absence of a concrete plan was, in fact, the plan all along. Letting out a sigh, you take a moment to assess the situation. With the recent rainfall and the imminent downpour, the moist ground offers a glimmer of hope. You turn to Cabaji and offer him to take the lead - you might be able to identify steps or traces on the ground. 

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Death Note, meet Supernatural- CHAPTER 7

Relationships: L (Death Note)/Reader, L (Death Note)/Original Female Character(s)

Summary: What if Death Note existed in a world with Winchesters in it? Would L finally have the evidence he needs to prove Light is Kira? How will L fare in a world where monsters are real and not every case is solvable by him? Lucky for him, there's a hunter here to work side-by-side with him.

Chapter Summary: L and Reader make an agreement of sorts in this- read on to find out!

CHAPTER 6

Chapter 7: Building Bridges

Boredom. That’s the only word for it. The files are very detailed and I’ve decided to go in chronological order. At least my usual cases had a good old juicy murder or suicide story. These are just facts and hypotheses with a bunch of jargon. To cover everything, I’ve decided to go chronologically which means the initial stuff is mind-numbing as hell. Once I get to only the current task force’s investigation, it should get better.

Aha, the pictures of Kira’s puppets, let’s see what they’ve got. A pentagram in a circle? Was the poor dude hoping for protection? If yes, then what from? If he knew who, or what Kira was, then why didn’t he say so? I take a screenshot to look at it later.

The next 3 photos are just a bunch of text- poetry, badly written. Why would Kira make his victims write poetry in their last seconds? There’s definitely a hidden message in there.

A fearful ode to Kira, not likely. Hmm…first letter of every word? …Nope, doesn’t set. Let’s reverse. Nada. First letter of every line? Nuh-uh. Reverse again. Bingo! Ldoyouknow

I pick up the next 2 photos and decipher them quickly.

L do you know shinigami only eat apples  (A/N: The photos says reapers cause they're from manga but I'm following the show and it says shinigami there- so please bear with me)

Shinigami? What’s this? Sounds like my thing.

A simple search on my personal laptop (with internet access, suck it L) paints one picture- Japanese Spirits of Death.

https://historycooperative.org/japanese-god-of-death-shinigami/ (You can read this article upto Making the Shinigami Angry)

The lore says that Shinigami only take people who are already close to death, but not all of these criminals can be close to death at the same time suddenly. Did someone grow a pair and get a Shinigami on a leash? How? By giving them apples? That also doesn’t explain the heart attacks. Shinigami make people commit suicide so what’s with this new MO? And where do the names and faces fit in? If a Shinigami wanted to kill someone, they just got to possess the person. Kira is not a Shinigami then, but someone who is using a Shinigami in some way at least. This is dangerous. As a rule, reapers or gods or spirits of death are invisible to everyone save those who die- or those who bind them. No EMF or cameras will catch anything. Should I summon Death? He could have jurisdiction over Shinigami too since he’s the literal anthropomorphic representation of death. If he finds out one of his own is fucking around or bound, he could deal with this on his own. But wouldn’t he know already? And he hasn’t done anything which means he’s not interested or whatever’s happening is not wrong- atleast not according to him. Calling him is risky as I have no backup and if he feels I’m wasting his time, he could very well arrange my death. Perhaps later, as a last option with a delicious pizza offering.

Anyway, I shouldn’t rule out the possibility that this could just be to throw L for a loop. He has disregarded this as nonsense but still. Let’s file this for later. The envelope. Penber dying. If Light is Kira, he has a Shinigami chained up somewhere. The footage from the households is next. I first check the Yagami tapes, and it is just as L said. Light is too straight and narrow. It seems practiced, and intentional. He is not as relaxed as a teenager should be at home but seems to be putting on a play. Another thing, he’s talking to himself while doing homework. Now whatever they show you on movies and TVs, nobody talks to themselves out loud about their day or what they’re doing. I’ve watched more houses and even more people than you can count. Just doesn’t happen, nope. The fact that Light is doing it means he wants somebody to listen. The messages would mean nothing to the police watching the cams, which means it’s for someone else. Someone invisible to us. Shinigami again? Congrats Light, you’re top suspect once again, though it’s apparent by the handcuffs that he never made it off L’s list. I watch all of his footage but there’s nothing except this gut instinct that Light is not right .

To be on the safe side, I watch the Kitamura tapes carefully too. They’re normal in the way normal people are- cleared immediately. The Sakura TV incident is next and on comes the tape L made me watch. After that, there are 2 tapes- yes and no. This must be for the police’s decision to join or stand against Kira. There’s truly nothing useful in them, what a waste.  The response of Second Kira to Light’s tape was interesting. Verify each other’s identity by showing each other their Shinigami? Kira doesn’t have eyes? Hm…there is a Shinigami after all. I need to dig deeper but before that, I listen to all Second Kira tapes for any other clues. There’s nothing in the tapes but the diary entry from last year has that word, Shinigami, again. At a match- it could be possible to blend in with so many people but could they be so stupid as to be so obvious? Hang on, the Second Kira sent a message on the 23rd saying they’d found Kira. This means the entries before it, probably the one of the 22nd, is the correct one. 

Met with friend in Aoyama and exhanged notes.

What does this mean? What’s the clue that only Light could understand that made him volunteer to go to Aoyama? It sure as hell isn’t a coincidence. If Misa is the Second Kira, she must have set sights on Light at some point. The CCTV footage didn’t show Misa anywhere so she was either invisible, in disguise, or was watching the cameras. This means she would’ve seen something about Light- something only meaningful to her or something invisible. Shinigami. Maybe I’m getting tunnel vision but the possibility of this being right is too high. Shinigami has already been mentioned thrice, once by Kira and twice by the Second Kira in the tape and diary entry. L mentioned they’d been acting strange during the investigation, let’s check out that footage. L wasn’t joking around when he confined Misa. She’s strapped to her chair like she’s a deadly, vicious killer and not a dumb blonde. Is she a deadly, vicious killer? She’s surprisingly tight-lipped too. Normally it’s a challenge to shut her up. She’s protecting someone, her beloved Light maybe? She suddenly starts crying on the screen to kill her. 5 minutes after this, she passes out. When she comes to, it’s like she’s the dumb blonde again. Something happened when she passed out. Was the spirit of a Shinigami possessing her? And it left her when it realized the girl was useless now- begging for death. If so, why didn’t the Shinigami just kill her? It’s not like there’s any lost love. Light’s confinement is the same way except he isn’t bound. He’s still all serious and silent though, despairing that he’s Kira. About 2 weeks later, he changes his tune saying he isn’t Kira. Begs to be let out. Why is he contradicting his earlier statements? Shinigami spirit left him too when it figured that Light would be useless under 24*7 surveillance? Question is- were Light and Misa aware they were possessed? Are they like Jeffrey? The guy wanted the demon in him, did these guys want the Shinigamis? Figuring I wouldn’t get anything more from the data, I put the laptop aside and start my own research on how the hell is Shinigami connected to Kira. 

Stretching my back, I meet eyes with Ryuzaki. God knows how long he has been staring at me. The intensity of his gaze makes me believe he wants to actually read my mind. The genius he is, he probably reads me more than I know. Not wanting to hide, I lock my laptop and boldly walk over to him. The best plan of action is honesty here- partial honesty, cause there’s no way in hell he wouldn’t admit to the psych ward if I said I wanted to investigate the Japanese Gods of Death.

“Can I have a word in private, Ryuzaki? Just you and me”, I whisper. The staring continues for a moment until he uncuffs himself from Light, gets up to walk out of the room with a quick, “follow me”.

He takes us 2 floors up to an exact replica of the command center down there, only smaller. “This is Watari’s office, the only other room besides mine and the control center that isn’t under surveillance. Based on the tone of your request, I assume you don’t want the other team members to know of it.” At my nod, he sits in his usual position on a chair. “Speak.” “The following questions and requests might seem weird but consider them the most important. Now tell me, what is it about Light and Misa that makes you sure that they are- or were- doing the murders?” “The clues-”

“Forget the clues for a damn minute. What does your gut tell you? Why do you feel that they’re murderers?” After silence stretches for a while, L says in a quiet voice, “His eyes. They had an evil glint to them. His expression. Always perfect. Always what I would expect. It looked manufactured, not real. His intelligence. He could do those murders and get away with it. From the first time I laid my eyes on him, a part of me has always been sure that he is Kira. As for Misa, my interactions with her aren’t frequent. She was apprehended as soon as her DNA was found on those packages. Apart from her mind turning quickly that one time, there’s nothing weird I’ve noticed about her. There is one thing I neglected to mention about her though. Misa’s parents were killed by a burglar in her presence. The suspect walked free due to insufficient evidence. Kira killed them. She adores Kira for that. She also adores Light. Which means she could be the second Kira if Kira was Light.”

“Misa isn’t the chief concern here- but we will have to be careful with her. I’m going to say something, Ryuzaki, and you’re not going to like it. The worst thing you could’ve done is make Light a part of the task force and then keep Misa around. If Misa is the second Kira who can kill by just knowing the face, you’ll be instantly dead when her power gets back to her. And you’re only safe from Light as long as he doesn't know your name.” “You’re sure that he is Kira then?” I’m quick to deny it because I do not know for sure. Another thing I’ve learned in my world is half of the time, the unexpected guy is the killer. For all I know, it could be Matsui. “Then why didn’t you say “if”? You said that I’m only safe from Light as long as he doesn’t know my name. You didn’t say “if he is Kira”.”

“Slip of tongue,” I’m quick to lie. Truth is, with L’s conviction, I have strong doubts about Light as well.

“Nevermind that Ryuzaki. Now focus. In a day or two, I’ll show up with some “ order from headquarters ” that will get civilians off the investigation. The control isn’t in your hands anymore; some unknown FBI department is taking over the reins.”  “That way you can get rid of Light and Misa without making it seem that we are still suspicious of them,” L ponders.

“Bingo. You’re number 1 on Kira’s hitlist, Watari is probably number 2 based on how close you two are. If those 2 are Kiras, we have to make it seem as if you’re not a threat anymore.”

Truth is, I’m not sure this is what Sam and Dean would’ve done. But they’re not here and the decision falls to me, so I’m going to roll with this.

“Reasonable. But I do not want Light off the investigation. He is intelligent and on the chance that he is not Kira, his help will be crucial. And if he is Kira, I want to keep an eye on Misa and him.”

I let loose a disbelieving laugh. “Listen sugar cube, you do not know how much danger you’re in. I’ve almost identified Kira’s source of power and it is not something you can control. Not a criminal you can lock up or keep an eye on . This is beyond your reach. Not an insult or a doubt on your abilities, just the truth. I want to keep you guys safe. You and Watari will die in this investigation if we don’t cut off Light and Misa right now. They know about your every move and can counter it. If the Chief is leaking the information, even unknowingly, I’ll come up with a way to replace him too. The entire task force, if necessary.”

“What are you so afraid Kira will find out?” “The investigation details, dumbass. What else?”

L’s stare grows even more piercing if possible, his head cocked to the side. Adorable. “No, that’s not it. You’ve been on edge the whole time you’ve been here. You appear sad too; sadder than a normal human. Something is bothering you. The whole time you’ve been convincing me, you’ve had a desperate energy about you. You also keep fidgeting. For anyone else, I would say they weren’t just cut out for this, but you are. Your hands, your stance is of a fighter. You will push away your discomfort by squaring your shoulders and tilting your chin up. You are brave, and experienced too. Then what is it about this investigation that has you on edge?”

The guy learns more than he lets on. For the first time, I realise that L is not just a cute little weirdo. L is the number 1 detective in the world and I need to stay on guard around him or he could very easily figure out what a vault of secrets I am. At the moment though, I want to answer his questions honestly. It’s been so long since somebody has taken the time to really see me. Neglect is getting to me. I’m also in need of some desperate human comfort. What would being hugged by L feel like…L would be such a great cuddle partner…who is still looking at me expectantly.

“You’re right, L. I’m not afraid of Kira finding anything out, except your and Watari’s real names. I am on edge because this is dangerous. And I have no one. My team- we were 5 people. Now it’s just me. This is the first time I’ve taken on something so big without them. I’m scared that I won’t be enough, that I’ll mess up. That’s why I was being pushy earlier because I want to make sure you’re safe in case things go south. The lead I’m working on- if Kira finds out…it wouldn’t be pretty. If there’s even a chance that Light and Misa are the Kiras, we need them off the investigation. I’m alone, and the danger this entails…I’m worried I won’t be enough to handle it.”

L’s eyes have predictably stayed on my face the whole time I’ve talked. Now that I’ve made the confession, sweat is breaking out on my back. The air feels hotter, draining me of my energy. I want to take my words back. The longer L stares, the bigger the urge to crawl into a hole and die. Stupid word vomit. I wanted to earn his respect and view me as an equal, now he’ll just see a scared, incompetent girl who doesn’t feel up for a challenge.

“It doesn’t seem like you will mess things up. Your level of concern shows you will take the utmost care with this investigation. I am…glad of this.” I feel warm again but this warmth is very much welcome. To prevent word vomit again, I stay silent and just give L a grateful smile, seeing which he continues.

“I will agree to your plan of taking Light and Misa off the investigation- but they will remain under surveillance. You can say that all the previous suspects must remain under surveillance as a precautionary measure- orders from headquarters .”

“Okay, we can make that work.”

“That’s not all. This lead you’re investigating- I want to investigate it with you.”

Yeah, right.

“No way in hell, L. It isn’t your thing.”

“Then you don’t investigate it either. You said so yourself, you feel alone. You’re used to working with your team. We can work together on your lead. And don’t forget your promise from yesterday. You di agree you wouldn’t make any moves for the first few days without consulting me. Besides, I am the world’s number 1 detective. Who better than me to investigate with you?”

The logic is sound- and that’s one of the problems. How will L react to knowing that monsters are in fact real, that they defy his logic? That Shinigami are probably real too? Even if it isn’t a Shinigami, it’s 100% something supernatural. How would he be justice then?

“L, you don’t understand. My way of working is very different. Things are looking bad, and the world is actually worse than you think. The lead I have- if it’s actually right- we will have a big problem on our hands. And you may be the best detective in the world but you are not equipped to handle this.”

“If you refuse, I will Light and Misa with us. Your choice.”

Damn him. I can’t exactly take the guy to a bar of hunters and make inquiries about spirits of death. I can’t take him hunting, period. At least not until I know what I’m dealing with.

“How about a compromise? We take Light and Misa off the case, and I do a little research on my lead. If it’s the real deal, I’ll tell you immediately and we can work together on it. If it’s bullshit, no point in risking your life over it. Fair?”

Eyes narrowed, he thinks it over. Too bad if he doesn’t agree cause there’s no chance I’m budging on this one. With my luck, the minute we step out of the building, we’ll be attacked by vampires or something that’ll result in the demise of the world’s greatest detective. It isn’t like I haven’t already gotten a world famous individual killed. Not that he was a human. Just a shape-shifting, all-eating monster that God himself locked away after realizing he fucked up.

“Acceptable. But I will put a tracking device on you to keep me notified of your location at all times. If it is truly as dangerous as you say, you must be monitored”, L finally decides.

“Fine by me. But you can’t come in- no matter what- unless I explicitly ask you to. Clear?”

“Alright. Will you follow your lead after Light and Misa leave?”

“No, I’ll start right away. Staying discreet for 2 days isn’t a problem.”

“I’ll have Watari give you a tracking device as soon as he returns from his errand. Don’t leave until then, and certainly not without informing me.”

“Who says I’m leaving now? Phase 1: Research on my laptop. I’m getting the laptops and holing up in my room. Do NOT let Misa come in. Can’t-”

“-let her know what you’re working on. Fine. I’ll send Watari there. Let’s go back now.”

As L and I head back to the command center, my chest feels lighter than before. Even though he doesn’t know everything, he’s still on my side. I have a plan. Research on the web, research in the local library, meeting the local hunters, confirming the monster, how to kill it and then killing it. 

Easy-peasy, right? CHAPTER 8

A/N: Hey guys, so sorry for the delay- work got super crazy and I couldn't get away but here is an extra long chapter and tomorrow, you guys get another one!

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Pics: Republikkkan lies.

1. If espionage is so important for the extreme Reich, why haven't they gone after The Big Orange Rump for selling out our national secrets?

Did any of their billion dollar payments (from foreign enemies) trickle down to your blood-stained hands?

I'm betting nothing did...

Not even change for a dollar.

2. This is why minorities don't vote for your Party.

Rather than trying to re-enslave folks, you should have tried to uplift the whole country...

But, your heart doesn't worry about the welfare of others - right?

It's all about your access to power, sex & money - right?

Is this why you surround yourself with soulless, yes-folk?

People who are only interested in their own dreams of power & money...

Folk that stab you in the back when you fire them - or, leave them to take the fall for you...

You're hurting your own Party about as much as you wish you could hurt the real Law & Order Party - the Democrats.

3. This is what the U.S. will look like under Putin's rule.

But, you don't care about that.

Instead, you've surrounded yourself with traitors - hoping so to be safe.

Traitors forever together - right?

You're forgetting that you've had to 'buy' so many of them to your side.

That's makes them dangerous - when Putin has no more need of you...

You didn't think that he'd actually let you live as some kind of overlord?

Your own 'popularity' would mark you out to be a possible challenger to his powerbase.

That's something he won't tolerate...

4. As for the billionaires that bought your spiel, if they can buy your help - they can buy anybody.

You'll have to be wary of anyone who becomes more popular than you with these corporate 'barons.'

They're so 'money conscious' that they'll always be on the lookout for someone who costs them less...

5. As for the white folk that follow you blindly, they don't understand their future use in your dystopia.

While minorities & Democrats will be fighting for their freedoms, poor white folk will have to serve as cannon fodder for your new, privileged Nazi leaders.

Some of you are even looking forward to a new Civil War.

Hoping to re-ignite the self esteem of your Aryan hate & jealousy of others.

But, you're just disposable toys that couldn't even kill the Vice-President.

All you did that January day was to become marked folk. Liable for your actions - just as you thought you had gotten away, Scott free...

So, how many of you were actually pardoned by tRump?

Without, that is, having to pay for the 'favor.'

6. So, how many of you have lived in a totalitarian nation?

Not many I'd bet.

It's not like living in the U.K. - that's a constitutional monarchy. You still have rights.

I'm talking about China, Russia or North Korea...

In these countries, everyone lives in fear. Especially those in power.

Any act, no matter how innocent, can be your last.

Anyone can be picked up by the Secret Police.

And, you have no real legal protect- ions against false arrest.

Nobody has a totally safe life.

7. We should all be working together to fight against the real problems of our times.

Things like climate change, solar eruptions & meteor strikes - for God's sake!!

"Think of your children. They're the ones who will suffer thru a hellish future...

I know the American political system is capitalistic & doesn't really care - much - about relieving poverty or easing medical assistance.

But, you still have access to better personal freedoms than in any known totalitarian state.

Banana republics are places where there's no question that you live in an oppressive & invaded land.

Closed countries that good people are dying to leave...

What does it take for you to see the truth?

Aren't you a good person?

Aren't you worthy of better treat- ment?

Let me know...