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kuronanox · 3 years

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Home is you - Ulquiorra Schiffer

"Hello? Hello~" (Your Name) sings shaking the pale man up from his sleep.

Opening his eyes slowly he blinked a few times looking at his surroundings. "Where am I? Why aren't I in los noches?"

"Jeez you creep! Don't go sleeping around the park like that! I know Japan is safe but I thought you were dead for a second." She says sighing in relief offering a hand.

Ulquiorra slaps her hand away and gets up realizing he wasn't in his uniform but some random t shirt and jeans.

"What have you done women?"

"Me?! I woke you up. That's what I did now, do you have someone you should be? It's getting late."

Looking around he couldn't sense any reistu, he couldn't bring his sword out or use cero. Till he remembered his fight with Ichigo. Ulquiorra remember dissolving into nothing.

"I-I don't understand." He stuttered, frustrated at the emotions he was feeling at the moment. He was lost, why was he here? Was he reborn a human? But why did he remember everything of his past life.

A salty tear slipped in his lips as he touched his face confused. "Is this the human emotion of feeling frustrated? Feeling hopeless? Powerless?"

"I'm sorry. Do you need a place to stay?" (Your Name) asks more sympathetically watching the man breakdown in front of her.

The walk to a capsule hotel was quiet, she was surprise he asked for help. "I paid for you. I hope you find your way after tonight." She tells him as he looks into nothing and says nothing before taking his leave.

(Your Name) watches his back and sighs. "Maybe he's homeless?"

Ulquiorra laid in the comfy bed lost in thoughts, what had happen to the war? To Ichigo? To Aizen?

Why did he have to be reincarnated as a weak human?

"So this is human emotions?" He says out loud looking at himself in the mirror. He examined his face, was he always this pale and fragile looking?

Pissed he hit the capsule and nothing broke.

He was weak now, weak in mind and powerless.

He didn't know how he was going to survive.

It had been a few days and (Your Name) walked around trying to find the man. She felt a attraction towards him, like she was suppose to help him. She had no luck the past few days trying to find him.

"You have to pay for that thief!" A sales man yelled shoving Ulquiorra out his store.

"I'll kill you stupid human." He says in a monotone voice and raised his finger to use cero but nothing came out.

"You need help man!" The sales man yelled walking away in disbelief as Ulquiorra stared at his finger.

(Your Name) sighed in relief and ran towards him. "Hey! It's you again. What are you doing?"

"Trying to survive." He plainly says walking away still wearing the same clothes she saw him in the day they met.

"How do you plan on surviving with no job?" She asks following him as he walked to random places and examining people. "You will help me find one."

"Me?!"

"As you can tell women I'm not like you humans."

Bewildered a bit she pinched her nose bridge and sighed. "That's what I get for helping a weirdo."

"What do I get if I help you?"

"My protection." He simply says, even though his powers were gone he still was skilled with hand to hand compact.

"Just don't do anything stupid." She says as he follows her.

It was a very interesting few months that passed by, she never understood a lot of things Ulquiorra did.

He lacked a lot of empathy and emotions. He questioned what people did and enjoyed examining strangers on the street. He didn't speak much either.

He also became her protector.

"What is this manga that people are so crazy about?" He asks her one day as they sat and ate breakfast.

"As an manga artist and author it's my job to make my books into a reality. It gives people a sense of escape of our miserable lives." She says shooing him away from her work.

"Humans are weird." He simply says watching the news as she rolled her eyes.

"You know you're a human too?" She states to him and sighs.

"I am now."

There was a silence as she looked at him. He was a bit odd at first. She had to teach how to read, write and proper manners. She never questioned him though.

"So what were you before then?"

"Espada. I was an Espada."

"Huh a what?" She asks a bit taken back and lost.

"I don't know how to be thankful." He then says changing the subject as she sits across from him.

His eyes were green and he did have weird green marks on his face. "I'm starting to believe this guy."

"It's okay. I understand." She tells him as he looks at her with no smile or anything. His face was blank, she couldn't read him.

She knew he was thankful when he learned how to pick up humanity. He would pick up food for them, clean the house and when the rare opportunity comes he would beat up any stalker fans she had.

"I don't know who you were before but I promise you I'm here to help."

It was a cold winter night as they came back from Christmas shopping and picking her up from work, Ulquiorra was holding the bags as she rambled on how work went that day.

Ulquiorra wouldn't admit it but he had grown fond of her after spending everyday together. At first he has no choice to. He had no money or no home but she provided everything for him.

He would find himself smiling softly but frown after realizing what he had done.

"How was your day?" She asks him with a smile as his eyes widen a bit.

"I read books." He answered as she nodded her head.

Ulquiorra never really left the house unless he needed to. She had to admit it was comforting coming home to someone every night.

"I bought you new ones. I hope you like that."

"I enjoy all the books you've bought me." He says looking forwards at the snowing street.

She gasp a bit as he looked a way a bit confused. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No I'm just happy. Happy your expressing your emotions more."

He didn't say anything afterwards as she entered the warm house and set the gifts under the tree.

"I'm going to get some rest." He says and leaves to his room.

Before she could ask if he ate she saw that he had food already made for her.

"He sure is a fast learner for not being human."

Ulquiorra escaped to his room and laid in bed. He really was growing emotions, the more he stayed here the more he felt every emotions.

The emotions of pain, loneliness, sadness.

Recently he didn't feel any of those he felt happy, safe, secure. Was this the human way of saying he was satisfied of his life right now.

He didn't know but he felt a comfort of having someone by him at times. Unlike los noches, he was alone and don't know how to talk to people.

(Your Name) gave him a sense of living again and he would try to fit in this world. There was no way he could change the past so he decided might as well live for the future.

It was weird for Ulquiorra to have these thoughts, it was a new thing to him.

Before he lived for nothing but killing.

"What did you do before becoming human?" She asks him one night as they watched a movie. Well she had to force him to watch it.

"Kill."

"Okay? More explanation."

"I was created to kill, that was my only purpose in life. My home had nothing but sand and a moon."

"What did you eat?"

"My people."

She wanted to not believe him but every word he said were straightforward and he never blinked once. He didn't tell lies to her. "Interesting. So what happen? Did you get eaten or die?"

"I lost in a battle and disappeared into dust and I woke up here."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?" He asks curiously a bit taken back from her words.

"I don't know you don't seem happy here."

He blinked a few times and tried his best to smile but it didn't come along. "I am satisfied as you humans say."

She sighed in relief and sadly smiled. She never really given the thought of being somewhere new with no one and not being able to fit in.

"I realize how hard it must have been for you, when people call you strange and treat you like an outcast. It must have been hard."

Ulquiorra sits with his legs crossed and tilted his head giving it thought.

"I don't need anyone if I have you."

There was a mutual understanding between the two even though words of expression were rarely ever spoken.

"I'm really glad to have you." She answered back feeling the warmth of her cheeks turn pink.

"As I am too."

(Your Name) had gone to a late meeting with a few of her editors and seeing it was past midnight she didn't wanna wake ulquiorra up from sleep to walk her home.

She lived in a nice part of Tokyo but in a quiet area so people rarely ever walked on her road.

It was raining hard as she made cover underneath a store. Sighing she pulled her phone out and tried to speed dial Ulquiorra number before a loud rumbled hit the floor and she looked up to see a hollow.

At first she didn't wanna believe it but the thing was real and screaming walking towards her.

"(Your Name)."

"Ulquiorra- there's a, there's a monster charging towards me."

The phone line went dead as he rushed out to find her.

Running in the rain he spotted the hollow immediately. "Don't get any closer to her trash." He spoke as it roared.

Ulquiorra had lost all his powers but luckily he knew some move although none of it worked as he was easily slapped away as he hit the floor hard and he groaned.

"This human body is pathetic."

Watching the hollow grab (Your Name) he felt every emotion go through him. The pain, sadness, frustration. She was screaming as she reached out her hand to his.

He called out her name and whined in pain before blacking out.

"Ulquiorra!" She yelled to him but he didn't respond. Looking back at the hollow it open it's mouth to consume her as she shut her eyes a green light was glowing around her.

"I told you I would protect you." He says to her as she opened her eyes to see him in a white uniform and he was standing on air. STANDING ON AIR!

With one smack the hollow diminished into nothing as Ulquiorra settled her down safely on the road.

"You. You got your power back! How?"

Ulquiorra thought back about his fight and realized the same thing happen to Ichigo and he finally understood why he came back.

"Someone important to me is worth protecting." He reply's as she tears up and hugged him tightly as he gasped.

Sadly smiling to himself where no one could see him he embraced her back.

"Ulquiorra?" She asks him that same night as they sat on the roof top and he was still in gear. "Yes?"

"Does this mean you are leaving?"

He doesn't answer and looks down. He thinks back on how life was here in the human world. It was quite fun here. He didn't remember what he did back in the barren sand and dark night.

"No. Unless I have to."

She sighed in relief but still she knew he was different. "Just promise me, if you ever decide to leave... you will without telling me goodbye."

"I won't leave. I have no reason to go back." He plainly says looking up to the moon.

"You promise me? I can't imagine a life without you, the way you are eases me is comforting. Your the peace I needed in my chaotic mind."

He was lost for words, was this a human way for showing love?

"I to."

He wanted to say more. He liked her. Loved her. Even if he wouldn't admit it now, there was a warmth in him he had never felt before and the feeling of being needed was something he might have yearned for.

"I promise you, I'm only yours. Even if there's a obstacle between us there's way we can break it."

She smiled and leaned her head on his shoulder as he stiffen a bit and then relaxed.

He was home. Home wasn't a place for him but someone that accepted him for who he was.

It was you.

(Author note: idk why he's such a hard character to write for me. I know he seemed oc but I put in some thought of how he would be as a human.)

#bleach #tite kubo #bleach x reader #bleach oneshots #bleach oneshot #bleach ulquiorra #ulquiorra cifer #ulquiora schiffer #bleach imagines #bleach imagine #ulquiorra

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spideeysense · 4 years

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Fallin’ (Peter Parker x Reader)

A/N: This one is a bit sad, but I won’t give away the ending! It was loosely inspired by the song Falling by Harry Styles. I apologize for any spelling mistakes I wrote this late at night and lightly edited it! Enjoy :)

Word Count: 1714

Warnings: mentions of cheating, harassment, alcohol consumption (Not heavy), sadness

Peter stares at the other side of his bed. The sheets are barely wrinkled, left untouched. Every so often he gets a scent of your perfume that clings onto the pillow. He’ll reach out in his sleep, and stroke his hand in the empty spot, searching for you. Yearning for your warmth. As his eyes focus on the ceiling, his mind wanders back to when he screwed things up.

The drinks were flowing that night. You and Peter decided to join your friends at a new club that had opened down the street. Apparently, it was quite coveted. When you entered you had seen Peter disappear to get you and your group of gals some drinks. Then you moved towards shots of vodka. Shot after shot. His throat stung from the strong liquor. He had lost you in the crowd, no doubt you were gushing to your friends about all the secret details of you and Peter’s relationship, including the grittier parts. He was dancing out on the floor, mostly just moving along with the beat, keeping an eye out for you. His thoughts were swimming and felt mushy. His vision was blurred and the lights of the club created a painting in front of him. Suddenly he felt a body against him. Through his drunken haze he saw your haircolor. The body grabbed his hand and he simply followed. “Y/N” he murmured. “Where are we going?” He said cheekily. When the body tugged him into a quiet, dimly lit hallway. The body (your body?) pressed against him and pushed him onto the wall. “Whoa, whoa.” He said and braced himself by placing his hands on the body’s waist (your waist? He couldn’t tell now). “I know you want me.” The body spoke. It was not your voice. Peter realized it was your longtime friend, Madelynn. Peter shook his head. “No, no, let’s go find Y/N” He said, starting to pull away. “Come on, she doesn’t have to know.” Madelynn uttered her voice laced with lust. “No thank you.” He could feel his body go into panic mode, trying to sober up. “Maddie?” Peter could hear your voice. And then the next part broke him. “Peter?” You had said with so much emotion, he could hear the newly built distrust, and the sound of hurt. Peter realized how this situation must look. Dimly lit hallway. His hands on his girlfriend’s best friend's waist.

“Y/N” He muttered. “What are you guys doing?” You whispered, he could tell that you were trying not to jump to conclusions. But he could tell you were on the verge of tears.

Madelynn spun her head around, her hair whipping Peter’s face lightly in the process. “Peter just took me down this hallway..” Peter gave Madelynn an incredulous look. “What?” He said and pushed her off. “No no, you took me here.”

Madelynn shook her head. “No Peter, don’t lie to your girlfriend like that.” She said, fake hurt in her voice. Peter turned to stare at you. Your eyes traveled between the both of him, and he suddenly felt the world around him crumble away. Who were you going to believe the most? Your best friend since diapers, or your boyfriend whom you’ve been with for three years. You bite your bottom lip in concern and turn to leave. That’s when Madelynn turns around, winks, and then runs after you. The rest of the night passes in a blur. You didn’t come home with him. Instead you left with Madelynn. He ubered home, and tried to call your cell but to no avail. The only way he knew you were safe was when you sent a text with only “Im at Maddie’s”. After that Peter would only hear from you every other day. Avoiding his apologies, his explanation. No doubt you were confused beyond belief.

He decided to get out of bed that day and speak with you. He spent his time getting ready, practicing what he was going to say in the shower. Letting the hot water drill into his skin, soaking away his melancholy. He got dressed slowly, pulling on a pair of trousers, a grey turtleneck, and a long black coat. Peter slipped on the watch you gave him on your first anniversary. One of your friends had spilled the beans on your whereabouts, you mom’s . He knew you would be there, it was a Sunday. Sunday was your cleaning day. You (and Peter) would spend the day cleaning the apartment you shared, every room, every corner.

As he walked on the streets, his eyes glued to the ground. He thought about buying you a coffee and bagel at the coffee shop you first met each other at. Peter’s heart was gripped with heartache when he saw that it had been boarded up. A “For Lease” sign was taped onto the plywood. He continued on his walk until he found himself in front of your mother’s townhome. He rushed up the steps with great agility and paused in front of the door.

Memories flooded his mind. Christmas dinner. Halloween Parties. Valentines day. Your family had accepted and welcomed him with open arms. He thought about turning around, he didn’t want to cause anymore pain. Before Peter could retreat the door opened. There stood your mother, car keys in one hand, an empty grocery bag in the other.

“Peter” she muttered, a sad smile on her face.

“Mrs L/N.” Peter said in a half whisper. “Can I come in?”

Your mother nodded, when Peter passed her, she gave his shoulder a soft squeeze. “She’s in the kitchen.”

The door closed behind him with a soft click. He could hear you humming an unrecognizable tune. The floorboards creaked under his shoes. “Mom?” You called out. The home smelled of cleaning products but also had a vanilla undertone. When he saw you, you were hunched over the sink. Bright orange rubber gloves on your hands, and you were gripping a sponge.

“Erm. No it’s me.” The kitchen fell quiet. You froze, and placed the sponge gently in the sink.

“What do you want Peter?” You questioned him, leaning against the counter. “I just wanted to talk.” He said lamely. You rolled your eyes and returned to your cleaning, rubbing the ceramic of the sink way harder than you would've.

“Our coffee shop closed. I passed it on the way here, and they put it up for sale.” Peter started, he nervously tapped his fingers on the counter.

“Almost like a metaphor for us huh.” You whispered. The kitchen was quiet. Peter’s scent, his cologne, was overpowering and you almost broke down there.

“Baby you have to believe me when I say that Madelynn came onto me. In the dark I thought she was you!” Peter had a hard time holding back. You didn’t face him. “Baby please.” He reached for your elbow, but you pulled away. He heard you sniffle.

“Peter I-” That’s when the waterworks opened. Salty tears started streaming down your face.

“I believe you.” You whispered, this time, turning around to face him. You stared at his distress stricken face. His eyebags had deepened. His hair was coiffed, but a couple curls stood out.

Shock crossed his expression. “You what?” He muttered in disbelief.

“Look, a longtime ago, before I met you. I was dating this guy. His name was Henry.” You paused, taking off your gloves and twiddling your thumbs. “He was kind, and at the time, I thought of him as my whole world.” You met Peter’s dark brown eyes, they were filled with kindness. Always so kind and gentle to you.

“Then I introduced him to Madelynn, and they totally hit it off.” You murmured sadly. You approached him taking both his hands in yours. “Maddie was always the hotter one, the prettier one, the one that the boys wanted to date.” You explained. “Henry cheated on me with her. She brushed it off as an accident, but I could tell it had been going on for some time.” You choked out.

“Why did you keep her as a friend?” Peter muttered softly.

You shrugged, you really had no concrete reason to be her friend. You had met your friend group through her, so maybe that’s why.

“And then, when I saw you together in that hallway-” Your voice wavered again, and Peter cupped your face. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “I thought the worst.” He pulled you in for a hug, which you gladly accepted. You felt yourself melt into him.

“I know you would never, ever cheat on me. But Maddie...It just all came back.” You muttered against the soft fabric of his turtleneck. You thumbed the material.

“Lindsey gave me screenshots of Maddie bragging about how she could break us up, because I’m so fragile.” You continued, your voice breaking at the last word. “Then she could get with you.” You whispered against his sweater. You looked up at Peter with teary eyes. He stared at you with such love that it almost broke your heart that you hurt him. He bent down and kissed your lips.

“I’m so sorry I ran away.” You muttered and started to cry softly. Peter caressed the top of your head. “Shh it’s okay darling.” Relief flooded through Peter’s system. He held you there, against his chest for a long moment before you pulled away. You reached up and held his face in both hands before pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, nose, and then his lips.

“How about you take a small break, and we go out to get something to eat, that diner you like around the corner?” Peter suggested gently.

“Sounds perfect. Let me go get changed.” You said and left the kitchen. Peter eyed you, as you disappeared down the hallway. When you came back, changed in a simple set of clothes. You started pulling on your coat.

“How did I get so lucky.” He murmured to himself.

“I don’t know, I’m quite the catch.” You giggled, and you both started to laugh as you left the townhome.

Peter put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close.

“I love you,” he muttered into your hair.

“I love you too.”

#avengers imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker #imagines #xreader #spiderman x reader

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alreadyblondenow · 4 years

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King Taeyong | 4

Taeyong x ballerina!reader // FLUFF, ANGST, fantasy!au Summary: Deciding for the both of you and to save your life, Taeyong is forced to delete all your memories with him. He gave you a happy life, a life without him. Word Count: 3k Warnings: Mentions of death but no one died hehe Note: This is the last chapter for this baby of mine hihi -The fantasy part is already here. I tried to keep it short and simple, didn’t want to overdo it. Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

After that visit with Ruby, you felt something off with your husband lately. Sometimes you have to call his name several times before he acknowledge what you were saying. It bothers you. “Did something happened, babe? You seem off lately, whats wrong?” eyes full of concern, you came closer to him while watching the sun rise from his room. This is the day you go back to the human world together. Or so you thought.

You cover your naked body while you cling to him, making him tell you what’s bothering him. He forced a laugh telling you, “really its nothing. I’m just spacing out lately because...” he let out a heavy sigh. “Of work. CEO duties you know. Work started to pile up the day I left.”

Lee Taeyong knew all too well that this very moment right now, is gonna be his last memory of you being a married couple. “It’s been only days since we got married, and ever day is still as beautiful as the day I met you” Taeyong started to be nostalgic out of nowhere, your heart sinks and it made you blush.

“You know y/n, my love for you means, watching you perform and support you from your achievements” You remember the night he bravely asked you to have dinner with you and simply turning that shitty day around into something you will never forget the rest if your life.

“My love for you means, spending beautiful mornings with you, a night with just you and me, making love until the morning” he winks and grabs your hand. “You will never be sad, alone or hurt y/n. Thats how much I love you. I will literally die, if I hurt you again.” Hearing Taeyong’s words makes you worry he’s never been like this, “Baby what are you saying? You’ll never hurt me.” He kissed your hands, your wedding ring. “I’ll make you coffee, stay here okay.” He said letting go of your hands, trying to cover your exposed legs and left you in the middle of his huge bed.

Hesitating to pour the potion on your coffee, Taeyong cries as he remembers what Ruby showed him, how you killed yourself. That made him convinced himself to finally pour the potion. He did it with a heavy heart knowing he will never be with you ever again. Im sorry.

You feel the bed dipped beside you, your husband holding a tray with coffees on it. He gave you your coffee and you told him he always makes the best coffees. A he hands you your coffee, Taeyong kissed your lips softly. What was that for?

You smile at him before you took a sip. “Oh that tastes really good” you told him excitedly.

“I love you.” You heard Taeyong whisper beside you. Your head suddenly felt heavy so you decided to close your eyes, smiling at Taeyong before you drift away. You’re sure that you saw tears in his eyes.

Taeyong cries and cries from sun up until he takes you back to your apartment, holding your hand and not letting it go for the last time. Doyoung, Yuta and Johnny was with him, they can only hurt for their friend too. They all saw how the magic works its way to you. Just like, what happened to Taeyeon your life took a few years back to make way for the life Taeyong has made for you. He saw every memory of him got erased from the moment you first laid eyes on him at the opera lobby to your last memory of him before you close your eyes this morning, watching every moment while crying his heart out.

Taeyong’s heart is broken.

When you wake up, you felt as if like you’re missing something big in your life but you cant point a finger to it. Without knowing whats going on, you’re now living the life Taeyong made for you to save you from taking your own life. A beautiful life without him.

You see Jaehyun sleeping beside you sweetly and peacefully. What a night you thought. Jaehyun indeed worn you out, fucking you until the sun goes up. Little did you know that was Taeyong.

In this life, you happily live with Jaehyun in your apartment ever since you two were dating in college. You’ve been together for 5 years already and you are perfectly happy with him. After graduation, Jaehyun moved in with you and you made beautiful memories in every corner of your apartment. You spend Christmas and New years together just like when you were little kids, the only difference now is that he finally proposed to you and asked you to marry him.

Before getting married, you finished your last season at the company by doing the lead of The Nutcracker. Jaehyun watched every ballet performance you had since college days until your last. After that, you promised yourself that you will try something new that involves making more time with your fiancé. He takes the baking classes with you so he can be a great assistant in the future, and that made your heart bursts into happiness. He bakes cupcakes with you every weekends as part of your quality time at home. He supported and helped you with the success of your bakery.

After getting married for a year, you and Jaehyun had a baby. You told Jaehyun the big news that you’re pregnant and he is really happy about it. But neither any of you two, knew that the father of the baby that you’re carrying is Taeyong’s. Just like what Ruby showed to Taeyong, he will have a child but the child will never knew him as her father.

It hurts Taeyong the most knowing he will never get the chance to take care of his baby. He will never get the chance to tie her hair like how he does for you. Now, you’ve got Jaehyun to do those for you and his baby girl.

Trust the pain and endure it everyday is all he can do now. Taeyong continues being a responsible king to his kingdom, exhausting himself everyday hoping his tired mind can make him sleep well, but it never did. He can clearly remember the last good sleep he had, and that was the night he got married.

Taeyong broke off his engagement to Sorn for Yuta’s sake and for the happiness of them both. The couple are now happily married with joined kingdoms all thanks to Taeyong’s support and help.

The famine did happened, but it didn’t take a while. The 21 kingdoms joined forces to prevented the famine from getting longer and because of Taeyong’s constant presence in his kingdom. He focused all his energy and time on doing king duties. Something he cant do if he continued being with you in your world. And because of that, he is sorry. He blames himself everyday for making decisions that caused his misery now. The once happy and joyful king, is now a gloomy and lonely King Taeyong.

Doyoung told Taeyong the news that you’re pregnant and that Jaehyun is doing a good job taking over his role in your life. Hearing it made him smile. Taeyong visited Ruby to tell her the great news and that the potion that she made did a great job.

“The kingdom is now safe your highness. You can go visit her if you want.” Ruby suggests, as a way to comfort him. “You can shadow her, be with her throughout her pregnancy.” Taeyong followed Ruby’s risky idea. He then visited the human world again with Johnny, Yuta and Doyoung.

“Its funny how in the human world its only been days but in our world… months have passed already” Doyoung says as he walks with Taeyong.

“What if she remembers us?” Johnny asked full of hope. Taeyong thought about it but it’s impossible, he saw the magic work through Taeyeon and she cant remember anything.

“Look! Thats her shop...” Yuta points at a small bakery painted in purple and the smell of freshly baked cupcakes lingers on the street. Taeyong walks slowly as if he’s scared to face and finally see you again. But he has to be strong. You heard the door open and welcomed the customers, “Hello! What can I get you guys? May I suggest our freshly baked red velvet cupcakes?” They all looked like first time customers, they also looked handsome and fine, almost looked like royalty.

You didn’t noticed but Doyoung stopped time, for Taeyong to look at you a little bit longer. Its the only thing he can do for Taeyong. He take a good look at you, happy that Jaehyun is doing a great job filling up for his part. Taeyong wanted to cry, he wanted to hug and kiss you but instead, he just whispered all his apologies to you and that he loves you.

“Doyoung, you can bring back time now” and he did. They were all shocked when they finally see you again, what Doyoung did actually helped them calm themselves and not freak out when they finally talk to you. Johnny quickly asked for a box of red velvet cupcakes to lessen the awkwardness. Doyoung is scanning and choosing his cakes. Yuta is planning to buy cupcakes for Sorn, and Taeyong... Taeyong is watching your every move around your bakery. His heart is happy seeing you do what you want and most importantly, you’re alive.

Johnny snaps his fingers to bring back Taeyong to the current situation. He gave Taeyong an iced americano so he wont look like he’s being awkward. The three princes sigh and gave Taeyong a “tsk” because he’s being weird in front of you.

“Dude order something. Try to make a conversation” Johnny suggests. Taeyong was looking at the freshly baked cupcakes and cakes while you were wrapping Yuta’s order ready to take Taeyong’s order.

“See something you like?” You asked him with a smile.

You. Taeyong thought. “...can I have, all of these?” Taeyong was pointing at the cupcakes fresh from the oven and even the ones on the shelf. “And these...” now he’s pointing at all 10 cakes at the refrigerator. You almost asked him if he’s joking. “Its a lot, but it’s for the kids in this school we are visiting” Doyoung explains. Huh figures.

When Taeyong and the three princes left your bakery, you were happy because of the good sales and hope they would love everything they bought. Jaehyun came in when they left minutes ago and he was happy you sold a lot more than usual today.

“So what are we going to do with all these sweets?” Johnny asked then let out a big sigh “if only the love of my life is still alive -”

“Hey! Dont be sad, give them to me I’ll eat all of them” Taeyong comforts Johnny.

Doyoung was silently enjoying the cupcakes that he ordered and told everyone it was so good, they should eat one now. And they all did. Taeyong fell in love with you more after tasting one cupcake. Yuta on the other hand was happy, “Sorn will like these. She’s been having a sweet tooth lately. I think she’s pregnant” And they were all happy for Yuta for there will be another baby on the way.

7 months pregnant

Being pregnant is hard you thought. You cant bake properly, you cant stay at the bakery and bake nonstop like you used to, you feel fat... but oh the amount of attention you get from Jaehyun is unbelievable. You love how he tries to bake and help at the bakery whenever he can, you love seeing him put cupcakes and cakes on the shelf, he looks calm.

You took a week off from the bakery and Jaehyun got you covered. It was bad timing and Taeyong didn’t know you’re not going to be at the bakery today. He saw Jaehyun serving the customers so he figured you’re not present today “Are you new here?” Taeyong pretends he doesn’t know. “The owner of the bakery is my wife sir” Jaehyun answers politely.

It hurts Taeyong to hear such words, knowing all too well that this is his doing. As usual, he buys everything he sees and reasons out that he is visiting a school nearby. Taeyong got home disappointed because he didn’t get to see you, thinking maybe you’re at home resting and reading like you always do on your free time.

It has been peaceful in Taeyong’s world, the big news now is Sorn is indeed pregnant and Yuta invited him to celebrate in his kingdom. Everyone was happy for Sorn and Yuta’s blossoming married life, and Taeyong cant help but think that if it wasn’t for that stupid famine, he could’ve had spend a beautiful married life with you too and he could’ve made you happy. But now, he’s just miserable.

When the most awaited day has come, Doyoung ran into Taeyong’s office while he was having a meeting with Johnny, Yuta and the other members of the royal court. Doyoung was shouting, screaming at Taeyong that you’re about to deliver the baby today. His world stopped again upon hearing the big news, hands shaking, heavy breathing. The constant want of Taeyong to be with you and your daughter grew stronger.

Calming himself in front of everyone right now, the three princes noticed Taeyong isn’t going to be alright anytime soon. They dismissed themselves and left Taeyong alone. The next day, Doyoung delivered the news to Taeyong that the baby is healthy and its a girl.

“Oh my go-“ Johnny exclaims, “dude! Get your shit together, congratulations!” The three of them seemed happy but Taeyong was still sad about everything. Knowing about Taeyong’s struggle, the three princes made their own way to help Taeyong out. Because Taeyong is still not yet ready to see his daughter, the three of them made sure to guide you and your daughter for all these years.

Yuta visits your daughter’s dreams making sure she has beautiful dreams of the kingdom. For Yuta, it is your daughter’s birth right to know that the kingdom his father rules exist, even if its from a dream.

Doyoung is in charge of helping your daughter grown smart like his uncle. Being one of her teachers all through out of her studying until she graduates.

Johnny became the protector of your family, making sure there will be no danger that will cross your path.

They did this for years and years for Taeyong. For them, they owe Taeyong so much that what they’re actually doing right now is still not enough for all Taeyong has done for their kingdoms. Being good uncles is the least they can do to Taeyong’s daughter.

When time healed Taeyong’s heart completely, he remained in your shadows, secretly sending people to buy in your bakery and bring it to his world so more people can experience your delicious cakes and cupcakes. He is the one protecting your daughter now and not Johnny, thanking Johnny for everything he has done for the past few years.

He even sent birthdays and Christmas gifts to you and your daughter, occasionally visiting your world and just following you around with Doyoung, Yuta and Johnny.

“Your daughter grew up nicely” Doyoung said while watching your daughter read at the children’s bookstore. “She sure is” Taeyong sighs in relief.

When they got back to the kingdom, Taeyong noticed that the gate is slowly having cracks as if its about to self destruct any day. He showed the cracks to Ruby and to the other princes. Ruby discovered that the passage to the other world will close in three days time, destructing itself to maintain the natural order of worlds.

So its time. Taeyong thought.

Given the circumstances that the gate will self destruct, Taeyong gathered his strength to face his daughter for the first time when he visits the human world, for the last time. Letting go of you was hard enough he thought, but letting go of his daughter was harder.

One fine day, you were needed at the bakery and Jaehyun should be the one sending your daughter off to ballet class, but he forgot to tie her daughter’s hair.

This is it Taeyong. He approached her daughter and introduced himself trying not to scare her way. Thanks to Yuta’s help, Taeyong didn’t seem to be a stranger to his daughter. He seemed familiar in her daughter’s eyes.

“I can see that your hair is not yet tied, do you need some help?” Taeyong kneeled meeting his daughter’s level and asked her if he could tie her hair. She nods.

Taeyong was trying to be gentle as possible. The whole time he was brushing her daughter’s hair, he was remembering and savouring the feeling of combing her soft black hair for the first and last time. “There you go” Taeyong said with a smile.

“You did well Mr! Thank you. It’s like how my mom would do it.” She said enthusiastically.

“Is that so?” Taeyong looked into her daughter’s eyes, she has my eyes. Trying not to cry in front of the young girl, Taeyong walked her in front of the ballet studio and talking about random things with he that she gladly answers. “This is as far as I can go.” He pats her head and asked for a hug, the little girl gave him what he asked for.

“Take care of your mom okay? Tell her she’s doing a great job taking care of a princess.” I love you so much baby. You will grow well. He pushed away slowly from her daughter’s sweet hug and left with a smile not wanting her daughter to remember him frowning.

While watching his daughter during her first day in ballet class, he sees her daughter in you. That she’s so much like you and he wonders what she got from him besides his eyes. After the class, Taeyong cannot believe what he’s seeing with his own eyes. Its you. Wearing a white coat with gold buttons, waiting for your daughter to come out of the ballet studio with that beautiful smile he fell for.

“Mom!” Your daughter shouts in excitement for seeing you.

“Hey baby! How was your class? Did daddy tied your hair?”

Taeyong chuckled hearing your words. Yeah I did.

“Im sorry, I was busy this morning” you apologised to your daughter and showered her with kisses on her cheeks. Taeyong watching you from a far, he will forever remember this until the day he dies.

“Daddy forgot to tie my hair, but there’s this handsome mister who helped me. He tied my hair instead.” You think of punishing Jaehyun later when you get home for forgetting to tie his daughter’s hair. “Oh what a nice mister” you said.

“He called me princess and he told me to tell you that you’re doing good” she explains. You and Taeyong let out a small laugh hearing her explain like that.

You don’t know why hearing what your daughter just said made your heart ache but you didn’t show her. For some reason you felt sad and all of a sudden you feel like crying.

Taeyong finally left and crossed the passage for the last time, the gate is about to self destruct. He was happy and contented for having such good memories with you and his daughter.

11 years later

Your daughter is 18 years old and she’s having her first lead performance tonight at the opera where you used to dance ballet. She was so amazing you and Jaehyun teared up after the curtains fall. Standing ovations, never ending “bravo!” from the audience. You were so proud of her.

“Congratulations baby!” You hugged your daughter and showered her with kisses just like when she was starting to learn ballet. Jaehyun on the other hand is a proud father too, showered her daughter with kisses and hands her the flowers that he got for her.

“Thanks dad! But I thought these are from you...” she showed Jaehyun the beautiful flowers that she’s carrying. “Baby you’re the lead performer, its okay to have lots of flowers!” He said excitedly. “Lets have dinner come on!”

Days after the performance, your daughter decided to go to the flower shop where the flowers has been purchased. She got curious because she never knew who gave it to her, all she wanted to do is to thank that person. “Oh! The buyer was named Lee Taeyong and he instructed to send flowers for every performance you’ll have.” The florist explains.

When she got home, she asked you if you’re familiar with a guy named Lee Taeyong.

Lee Taeyong.

It does sound familiar you said to your daughter however, you just can’t seem to be sure with your thoughts. You think long and hard but decided to just shrug it off. “I’m sorry baby but I dont know any Lee Taeyong” you felt a direct pang of pain in your heart. Your heart knew who Lee Taeyong is. He is the only man you ever loved, showed you how beautiful the world with him in it, and the man who changed your life.

Fin.

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If you finished this baby of mine, I know its a handful and its not that good but I’ve been wanting to write about so I did. hehe. I hope some enjoyed this, and if you did I’d like to hear from you! Anyways, thank you for reading it. <3

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succinct-assbutt · 4 years

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Burn Me Into Smoke (Part 8)

previous parts: ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE , SIX, SEVEN

pairing: loki x reader

previous parts: ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE , SIX, SEVEN

pairing: loki x reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of cheating (?), jealousy

Summary; the tension continues to build as Loki throws himself deeper into one night stands,forcing Y/N to acknowledge her own feelings

A/N: incase you haven’t noticed my upload schedule is garbage and im sorry

~8~

Different girls come and go—usually by morning, somewhere after the sun has risen while she’s pouring herself a cup of coffee and catches the tail of auburn hair rushing out the door. Sometimes in the middle of the night while she’s training, she’ll hear the creak of a door and the click of heels, and soon enough she grows accustomed to the secrecy Loki hides behind.

She can deal with most of it, she tells herself. Most nights it’s the whisper of goodbye she catches in the hallways or the stray stiletto she finds tucked under the kitchen table, and she can look past that, she tells herself she has to look past that or else she’ll run mad, but she can only keep up for so long, and Friday is proof of that.

Three am and the sky is dressed in a dense fog, most of New York city cut out from sight as Y/N peers out her bedroom window. Her muscles are tired, little flecks of sweat still dotting the trail of her spine, visible proof of her over-exertion. She won’t admit it anyone, but the truth is it’s never been about the training: she’s always running, she’s found. From her problems and her past. From herself. And working out is the healthiest of coping mechanisms at this point, a way to clear her head from the thoughts chasing her.

The moon is her only company tonight.

And she watches it, head resting on her arm, listening to Manhattan’s heartbeat. She’s been thinking of moving. Oregon, Mexico maybe. With everything that’s been going on running away seems like the best option; she could start a new life. She could leave behind this one that’s somehow become a burden, she thinks, dragging a finger down the cool pane of glass.

So caught up in her thoughts, it isn’t until she hears the echo of a moan, a stretch of pleasure that finds her sitting at the edge of her bedroom, that she’s drawn back to reality.

Y/N’s hand stops moving for a second.

Then she freezes entirely, eyes growing wide. She ...it couldn’t have been…? Her face seems to flush as she waits, unmoving. Then the sound rings out again.

Louder this time and more masculine than the last, and Y/N feels the blood drain from her face.

The noise continues from then on: growing more haste and sloppy, a few cusses thrown into the mix to spice things up until she’s under the covers in her own bed, both pillows glued to either side of her head because this cannot be happening…

~*~

The next day, she can barely bring herself to so much as look at him.

Not over breakfast, or the mission, or even the celebratory drinks back at the tower at the end of the day; especially not when he walks through the door with a leggy blonde strapped to his side, the same one, Y/N instantly recognizes, from the previous night.

Her blood just about runs cold.

In the kitchen with Bucky and Sam, she feels the shame rising in her throat and suffocating. She watches as Loki and his friend saunter across the room to where the rest of the company sits, Steve’s reports laid out before them as they try and formulate a plan for the next trip.

“What are you doing?” Bucky asks, and her eyes flit to him skittishly.

She quirks a brow, trying to play off her restlessness. “Huh?”

“Are you drunk already?” He presses

“N-no.” It’s hard focusing on what he’s saying with the thoughts racing through her mind, but Y/N manages to break out from her reverie long enough to answer, “No, I’m fine. I’m fine, really, just—that’s the girl from yesterday, right? The one we saw him with at the café?” Squinting, she looks to Sam.

His eyes move to their target slung around Loki’s arm and laughing, then back. “I…think so?” He draws out uncertainly, “I don’t know, it wasn’t like I was paying attention.”

“They were having a sale on red velvet, of course you weren’t.” Bucky adds.

“I think it’s her. Yeah—yeah, it’s definitely her. She has the tattoo” As discreetly as possible, Y/N points to a mandala the size of a grapefruit peeping out of the sleeve of the girl’s dress. Bucky and Sam both squint and she turns to them, nodding vigorously. “She’s the one.”

Bucky pulls back, his face screwed up in confusion. “Okay…”He draws out in a way that tells her he’s not sure why he should care—he shouldn’t, truthfully. Neither should she, but it’s hard enough being in his presence without the bonus of one of his flings hovering in the room.

Y/N doesn’t say any of this, though—more out of sheer embarrassment than anything. Her eyes move once more to the pair at the other end of the room. Loki says something to Thor that has his date throwing her head back. Silky brown tresses and an easy smile. There’s no question why he picked her, and with a sigh Y/N then takes to the balcony for some fresh air because it’s dangerous, her thoughts catching up with her like this.

The wind greets her with a sharp smack as soon as she steps outside, sliding the door shut behind her. Muffled music follows her out, but the sound of speeding cars and New York at its finest drowns most of it out as she moves to the edge of the balcony. She spares a glance down at the shrunken streets. Everything below is so tiny from up here. Everyone’s an ant in a hill, running through their routine for the day, scudding along the busy streets. Sometimes she can’t help but miss the simplicity.

She’s always figured that maybe it’s part of the job, the bitterness, but halfway down the road she realizes it’s always just been her—her and her stubbornness, her ego. No amount of exercise or alcohol can stop the onslaught of thoughts now, but Y/N figures at this point the only thing left to do is let them drown her.

“Don’t tell me you’re thinking of jumping?” A voice suddenly says.

Y/N throws a glance over her shoulder, more worried than startled—the last thing she expected was someone finding her out here; the last thing she wanted was for it to be him.

And yet here he is, drink in hand and eyebrows pulled together.

His gaze shifts from Y/N to the railing she’s only just realized she’s gripping onto tightly, before flicking back up to her face. “You’re the last person I’d expect to opt for an early way out.”

“I’m not jumping.”

“Admiring the view then?”

Y/N isn’t sure what to say; her words feel jagged and sharp enough to cut the walls of her mouth, so she settles for silence as her hand slowly floats off the cool bar. She turns to face him fully, and for some reason Loki takes that as his invitation to join her, holding out the scotch in his hand.

“Here.” He offers.

She eyes skeptically, but takes it either way. “I thought you don’t drink…”

“I thought you know me well enough to not trust my word.”

“Right.”

“Everything okay?” Loki watches her drain the liquid right out the glass, observing the bob in her throat, the way the scotch runs down the column he can’t help but stare at. When she’s done, Y/N lets out a tired breath and meets his gaze.

She bites the inside of her cheek then shrugs, “Everything’s fine.”

“You know you’d be a half-decent liar if you didn’t have such an obvious tell…?” He offers with an arched brow, and it’s Y/N’s turn to play dumb.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She insists.

“That.” Loki does a half-assed shrug and twists his mouth in an almost humorous way, “You can’t trick a trickster.”

“Don’t you have a girlfriend to get back to?” Her focus drifts over his shoulder and finds his date through the glass, watching her by the drinks with Natasha. Still just as gorgeous as when she left. He follows her gaze with a brief glance before turning back to Y/N, and she offers him a twisted smile. “Megan, right? She’s really pretty.”

It’s petty—she’s petty, she knows, but Loki doesn’t seem one bit bothered as he shrugs.

“She is,” He affirms. “Although she’s not my girlfriend. Just a girl.”

“One of the many you keep bringing over…” Y/N says as she turns back to her view from before. Setting down the glass, she lets her hands find the railing once again and tries to disappear into herself, but it’s hard with him lingering still.

Eventually, he joins her right at the edge, leaning onto his elbows. She spares a glance at him just for a second; wind tousling his hair, side-profile cast against the kaleidoscope of city lights.

“Not like any of them count.” Loki says. Then he looks at her, and for a fraction of a second she forgets she’s supposed to be mad at him.

Gazes locked, Y/N feels it, the hammering in her chest—the slow build that tells her to tear gaze away before it’s too late. Neither of them say anything for a while, enjoying the white noise swallowing them, the sky that slowly starts to dim. Somehow minutes fly by until finally

“None of them mean anything, you know?” It sounds crude and a bit harsh, but…I always tell them. Before anything happens. The last thing I want is to break some poor Midgardian’s heart.” His words die out towards the end of the statement and if you squint hard enough you can see the sadness in his voice, the way his eyes flicker to his hands for just a moment.

It’s no secret he has regrets; they’ve all got enough baggage to open up their own shop, but the Asgardian’s, Y/N knows, is something else, something he hides from everyone but himself.

Staring at him, she bites the inside of her cheek. She wants to ask why not her; why doesn’t he care enough to tread lightly around her heart instead of always bickering, but the moment passes as fast is came.

Loki straightens out, taking in a deep breath. Glancing at Y/N, he lifts an eyebrow, “I think you’re the only person whom I’d never worry about hurting.”

“Because of our deep rivalry?” She asks playfully.

“Because it’s hard to hurt someone as strong as you—which I hate to admit, all things considered.”

The shock shows in the way she pauses for a moment, weighing her words. Registering his. Y/N blinks and for a second thinks he’s going to disappear, that this is all just a drunken hallucination—somehow she wishes it was, because then she wouldn’t really have to deal with how intently Loki looks at her (or how strongly her stomach knots at the sight).

“Am I supposed to say thank you?” The words stumble from her mouth.

He shrugs. “Not if you don’t want to.” His eyes move back to the bright skyline. “I just felt I had to say it. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but…I don’t know…you get tired of keeping things bottled up sometimes…Sometimes you just want to say what’s on your mind.” The wind ripples through his clothes as he looks at Y/N, a current so strong it looks like it might carry him away, carry her too because suddenly she feels light on her feet and easy and Y/N isn’t sure why, but the next thing she knows her hand is resting on his.

Loki glances down at her fingers curled around his then back up, brow furrowing.

She reminds herself to breathe. She has to breathe, or else she’ll die—he’ll kill her. The breeze kisses her cheeks and for a moment they’re hyperaware of the contrast in their skin, how gentle her touch feels against his, how easy it is for their fingers to slot together.

Y/N licks her lips and hesitates, before sliding her hand away.

It’s a flash of a second; neither of them say anything, because in moments like these there isn’t much to say. Jarring music finding them even this far out. A newfound edge to the air that she can’t help but feel guilty for birthing, because she always gets like this when she’s drunk, transparent enough to hint at what she’s feeling but not enough to give the whole act away.

Loki takes in some air then looks away.

The regret comes in waves, washing over Y/N as she straightens out and tries not to cringe. Too many mistakes made tonight; coming out here, for one, and even talking to him for more than five seconds. The only person she can blame is herself and she twiddles with her fingers idly, clearing her throat.

“We should go back inside.” She says.

“You can go.” The air slowly shifts back into gear as he continues, “I’m not in the mood for a celebration right now—and do me a favor, will you?” Loki looks at her sharply, and Y/N struggles to keep his gaze Send Megan out here, I need to talk to her.”

“Sure.” She nods.

He doesn’t say much else, turning his attention back to the skyline; something draws her focus down to his hand and she watches a glass of gin manifest itself between his fingers, lifted to his lips as he takes a sip. Back to brooding, and suddenly it feels like her fault. Part of her wants to apologize for damaging the peace of night; the other part knows for sure though that if she stays, somehow she’ll find a way of making things worse, so carefully she disappears back inside the house before her heart gets the best of her.

As soon as she steps inside, the distinct change in environment slaps her in the face; here there’s music and people laughing. Clint’s playing some sort of drinking game with Romanoff and the others cheering them on, a sense of celebration that almost feels eerie.

Y/N can’t help it right then: she glances over her shoulder at Loki, a monochromatic blur against the glinting city lights, then looks around for Megan. The contrast inside is evident, but she won’t let it shake her. Drops her glass of in the sink then moves around the floor, peeping her head into empty rooms until she gets to the training room, ignoring the warm lilt of the night that makes her feel even worse—if she’d just kept her mouth shut, then he wouldn’t be out there sulking. He’d be enjoying this. Enjoying his not-girlfriend for as long as the night would allow, and for once Y/N would turn a blind eye.

She stops right then, right at the elevator with her hand risen, when she hears a sound.

It’s a whisper almost—an iciness sneaking up her spine and drawing her hairs on end, and for once in her life, Y/N wishes she could just let it go, but her eyes shoot to the source of the sound right away.

And without a doubt it’s her: Megan, tattooed shoulder, winding black hair, and snaking her hand along Steve’s leg.

Y/N’s heart just about stops.

She moves fast before they can see her; hidden behind the corner of the wall, she peers out from hiding, fists bawled with an anger suddenly coursing through her trembling hands. Megan’s smile is Cheshire and sweet and there’s no surprise she can win all the boys with a face like that—Y/N wants to be mad at her, but more than that her anger is focused on the Captain backed up against the counter. Brow drawn together, hands hovering just above her waist. And then she feels the relief wash over her when he pushes Megan away, face set in a scowl.

They speak in murmurs mostly; Megan’s voice is heavy and lust-soaked and it only brings out the dryness in Steve’s as Y/N listens in. Then she peeks out from behind the wall and they’re still there. Captain’s more confused than angry, she can tell, until a lighthearted laugh fills the air and Y/N watches her from the shadow, grape-fruit-sized mandala and curtains of black hair that sway as she walks off.

When Megan is gone, she immediately looks back. Steve doesn’t notice her until she steps out with a loud scoff. “What the actual fuck?”

“Y/N?”

Her arms cross over her chest as she moves into the blinding light and the challenge is evident in the way she lifts her chin at him, “Explain yourself?”

“You saw that?”

“Explain yourself, Rogers.” She grits; truthfully she doesn’t know why she’s angry—it’s none of her business. Or at least that’s what she always told herself.

Either way she listens as Steve explains everything, before both of them make their way back to the party.

“Loki sure knows how to pick ‘em.” He says as they move.

Y/N doesn’t say anything for a while; her eyes scan the parameter until she finds her target standing by his side, attentive and playing the role of the not-girlfriend so well you wouldn’t know her hand was practically down someone else’s trousers a few minutes ago.

Not that it’s any of her business, anyway.

“Maybe he has a type—pretty and problematic.” She says as the two of them move to the couch littered with pretzel crumbs and beer caps.

“Wouldn’t you fit the criteria then?”

“Are you really trying this right now?”

Steve laughs, even if she doesn’t think it’s funny, and they try to iron the weirdness out of the night with food and conversation. Eventually, things are back to normal. As normal as they can be, anyway. Clint joins them and they discuss the mission. Y/N tells them about Mexico with hopes that they won’t try to change her mind, but even with the banter and drinks she finds herself glancing over at Loki and his friend from time to time.

Her chest stutters for a moment, and she draws in a breath.

(Maybe you can trick a trickster afterall…)

~8~

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loove-persevering · 5 years

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The Other Holland (Steve Harrington Imagine)

Description: Barb had a sister, that sister is you. What happens when the answers don’t add up? What happens when you find yourself smitten over Steve Harrington in the process? Will you find out why Barb was alone that night and why Nancy left her?

A/N: This is the start to a new series that Im so excited about! I haven’t seen a fic with Barb’s sister before! I think adding in a relationship with Steve (Seeing as him and Nancy were basically the reason Barb was alone) Would be a pretty big twist for the reader and how she could potentially find out! Let me know what you think! Should I continue?

Barb was your big sister, you were almost total opposites but she kept you grounded that was for sure. Ever since she went missing you could just picture her walking through that door like she usually did, you would both sit down and have dinner with your parents and talk about your day just like old times. But now that seemed like such a distant memory, because Barb had been missing a while and without her home didn’t feel like home anymore.

you remember the day you found out she was missing it was just like any other day, she had told you her and Nancy were going to the ceremony for Will Byers to show support. The only thing was you knew for a fact she wasn’t there, you were and you didn’t see her that entire night. Hawkins was a pretty small town and while the turnout was big it wouldn’t have been hard for you to find her in the crowd.

‘’Hey Nancy?’’ You ask interrupting her conversation with Steve, Tommy, and Carol.

‘‘Y/N hey,’‘ You say noticing the awkward tone in her voice.

‘‘I was wondering if you’ve seen Barb? I didn’t see her this morning and I haven’t seen her all day.’‘ You explain nervously feeling all of them looking at you.

‘‘Uh,’‘ She hesitates looking around at the rest of them, ‘‘I think she’s at the library, she had some studying to do she said.’‘ She explains to you. You nod your head giving her a small smile before quickly making your way to the library in search of your sister.

You never found her that day, and when you went home your mom and dad were both in full panic mode, first Will Byers and now Barb? ‘’Mom I’m sure she’s okay, It’s Barb!’’ You try and assure her. If you knew one thing it was that your sister wasn’t much of a fighter but she knew how to take care of herself, she was easily the smartest person in the room at all times and it showed and if she was in danger she’d know how to get out of it.

It’s been a while since she disappeared and Steve and Nancy were coming over for dinner tonight, something they had been doing since she went missing. You really didn’t understand why but you didn’t question it since you liked Nancy, Steve too. You had always had a crush on Steve but you were a year younger than them and he was head over heels for Nancy that was one thing Barb had been telling you about before she went missing. She was saying how different Nancy had been acting since her and Steve began dating and how she was scared once Nancy got in with Steve and all his friends that she would forget about her. You assured her Nancy wouldn’t do that, her and Barb had been best friends for so long that their friendship would last till they were old and wrinkly. That was only a few weeks before she disappeared.

You hear the door bell ring and you get up excited to see someone other than your parents for a change. Just like Barb you were ahead in your studies and doing really well in school but with her missing you had taken some time off and the school allowed you to fulfill your studies at home. You swing open the door seeing Steve and Nancy standing there and Nancy rushes in giving you a hug, Steve gives you a one handed hug that was pretty awkward but you appreciated the gesture. ‘’Hey!’’ You say to them both.

Your mom walks in then ushering them into the dining room already having set up for dinner, they just bought KFC. We use to have a lot more home cooked meals but when Barb went missing it seemed like any food we made in this house stopped as nobody had the effort to cook anything. ‘’I love KFC,’’ Steve says taking a bite of his chicken leg and you hold back a laugh and you see him glance in your direction giving you a small smile.

You made some small talk for a while about school and it seemed odd not having Barb around because while Nancy’s life was in full swing you couldn’t help but wonder what Barb would be doing right now if she was here. ‘’I noticed a for sale sign out front?’’ Nancy says in more of a questioning tone, ‘’I hope that’s the neighbors.’’

You felt yourself shrink back into your seat as your mom looked to your dad then back to Steve and Nancy, ‘’We hired a man named Murray Bauman, he was an investigative journalist for the Chicago Sun Times. He does some freelance now and agreed to take Barb’s case.’’ She says excitedly. You had your doubts about the man, one half hoped more than anything he’d find your sister and bring her home. But on the other hand you were scared your parents were going to put out all this money and get nothing only to be left with our hearts more torn then they already were.

‘‘That’s great!’‘ Steve says looking over the card your father had tucked away in his pocket. ‘‘That’s really great, right Nanc?’‘ Steve asks showing the card to her.

‘‘What exactly does that mean?’‘ Nancy asks.

‘‘It means he’s gonna do what that lazy son of a bitch Jim Hopper-’‘ Your father lets out your mom touching his arm letting him know he was saying too much.

‘‘Dad,’‘ You say looking at him with pleading eyes and he mutters a sorry under his breath.

‘‘It means were going to find our Barb,’‘ Your mom says and you can feel the raw emotion in her voice the mix of sadness but hope.

‘‘Is that why your selling the house?’‘ Nancy asks. She looks over to you and you nod your head yes.

‘‘Yep,’‘ You say and for the first time in a while Steve looks over at you sympathetically.

‘‘Don’t you worry about us sweetie, we’re fine. More than fine!’‘ She lies. Truth was none of you were fine you were walking around on egg shells around each other. You hadn’t been in Barb’s room since the last time you talked to her in there, you couldn’t bare to look at it not knowing if you’d ever be able to just walk in her room and talk with her again. While barb and you were different you had a special connection with one another, you didn’t look like sisters but you had the exact same personality one that was older beyond your years. You knew things your parents didn’t want to tell you, you knew how mad they were that the Hawkins police couldn’t find her.

You watch Nancy shift uncomfortably in her seat and then look to Steve who was watching her closely. She excuses herself and your left in awkward silence, ‘’It’s finger lickin’ good,’’ He says and you look at him a hint of a smile on your face. After a few minutes of more awkward silence you walk back to the bathroom wanting to make sure Nancy was okay and you can hear crying from the other side of the door. You wait outside for a few minutes and she finally comes out her eyes still filled with tears she quickly wipes them when she notices you.

‘‘I get it,’‘ You say trying to sound strong. It was one thing to be the sister of the girl who’d gone missing, people were always asking if you were okay and how your parents were doing. You hadn’t thought about how you weren’t the only person that lost someone, Nancy had lost her best friend. ‘‘You’re her best friend.’‘ You tell her giving her a smile.

‘‘She’s mine,’’ She says smiling at you through her tears. ‘‘I’m so sorry Y/N I-’‘ She begins to say but is cut off when Steve walks in the hallway.

‘‘Everything okay?’‘ He asks looking to Nancy then you.

‘‘Yeah,’‘ You say nodding at him. You look back and forth between him and Nancy not really sure what to say.

‘‘You should come hangout with us sometimes Y/N,’‘ Nancy says. Steve gives her a look, ‘‘Get your mind off everything, I can’t imagine being here all the time..’‘ She says and you nod looking around the house noticing more pictures of Barb.

‘‘Yeah,’‘ Steve agrees giving you a nod, ‘‘We can go to a movie or get some ice cream or whatever you wanna do!’‘ Steve suggest.

‘‘I’d really like that,’‘ You tell them truthfully, it would be nice to get out and do something normal. ‘’You guys are leaving soon?’’ You ask them and they both look to each other and nod.

‘‘Yeah it’s getting late,’‘ Nancy says.

‘‘Alrighty!’‘ You say and offer to walk them to the door. You walk them out and your parents wish them a goodbye, before they leave Nancy pulls you aside.

‘‘You should come to Tina’s party with us, on Halloween!’‘ She suggest.

‘‘I don’t know...I’ve never really been to a party.’‘ You say rubbing your hands over your arm feeling the cold air. ‘‘Who would drive?’‘ You ask.

‘‘I would!’‘ Steve interrupts. ‘‘Don’t worry I’m a safe driver,’‘ He says smiling admirably.

‘‘I’ll come,’‘ You say to them and they both smile and wish you a goodnight. You liked Nancy a lot, she was sweet and pretty and funny and in a way kind of like another sister to you. Since you were so close in age Barb and her didn’t really mind when you’d tag along with them, you knew Nancy had a younger brother and usually got really annoyed with him.

There was one thing you were itching to ask her though, if her and Barb were together that night then how did Barb go missing? Where was Nancy? How did nobody see anything? You constantly asked yourself these questions and maybe one day you’d finally get an answer, you could only hope that would be the day your sister came home.

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Homestretch....the final Cyberverse episodes... :’(

Season 3: Episodes 21 - 26

Episode 21

Ok so before we start, I gotta fess up and say I got spoiled for something because Twitter Sucks, so I know Tarn is in this series. Here are my predictions about that:

Megatron said he rescued Astrotrain from a tyrant. I thought he meant an Alt!Universe version of him, but now that I know This Bastard is gonna be in it, I’m guessing it’s Tarn

If Megatron DID save Astrotrain from Tarn, it’d be hilarious if Tarn & co. weren’t actually planning to kill Astrotrain, they were just using him as transport, in which case Megatron essentially car-jacked (train-jacked?) them.

As much as I rag on Tarn and the DJD I actually do genuinely love the idea of an Autobot + Decepticon teamup against the DJD THAT WOULD BE SO FRICKIN COOL....

Anyways, on to the episode!

Pics taken 10 seconds before disaster, rip Cosmos.

MEDIA BOT and Cosmos! :D GOSH COSMOS REALLY IS CONFIRMED FOR BABY THAT”S ADORABLE.....I’m so glad he’s finally back in a cartoon

OH WHOOPS I FORGOT WINDBLADE WAS FRICKIN DEAD (ish)

LUNA 3???

The “FORBIDDEN” moon?

Chromia: You can go there anyways! Bee: Huh? Chromia: When have the rules ever stopped you before? Bee: Fair point

BRO WHY DO YOU HAVE A TOY OF SQUIDSCREAM

aw I love all those photos of him and cosmos, that’s cute

Oh no did he quit the business because he lost Cosmos???

METEOR-FIRE what a cool name

I like this dude a lot

I love that he’s obviously depressed about losing his partner but immediately gets convinced to go break into Luna 3 lmao

HE’S GOT CUTE CAMERAS WITH HIM I love that

LMAO I was gonna say “Wow you just flip the switches alright” THEN HE JUST RIPS THE CORDS OUT I love this guy

Hmm suspicious

Aw I love the space-shots of Cybertron, what a gorgeous planet....

Oh hello cannon-fodder #418

SHOCKWAVE SHOCKWAVE SHOCKWAVE!!!!!

IT”S THE GRUDGE LMAO

It’s probably a sim that shows you the scariest thing you can think of

BLURR!!! AW THAT’S SO SAD

Ok I take it back, it’s probably like MTMTE’s “Cyberutopia” thing where it reads your memory files

Watch the cameras Bee!!!

“Bee, I don’t mean to alarm you, but the alien presence has taken over my circuits” *HEAD DOES A 180* GOSH I LOVE THIS FRICKIN SHOW

The facial expressions in this show are SO FUN Bee’s so expressive I love that

I like that Meteor-Fire is so chill about this, this ain’t his first rodeo

He just snaps his neck back into place that’s so freaky and they play it off so well lol

PRETTY SPACE BALL???? PRETTY SPACE BALL!!! HEY HASBRO CAN YOU MAKE A TOY OF THIS I WANT IT!!!!!!

Gosh I’d legit buy a gem like this if it had constellations engraved on it THAT’S SO PRETTY I LOVE IT

It’s a good thing that Bee’s got Meteor-Fire with him, this is his field!!!

Oh lmao JUST KIDDING I GUESS

Well so much for the alien, rest in pieces

I think Saling already said this in their liveblog but I love that Bee’s collecting Windblade’s parts a-la-Megaman X2 style

COSMOS!!!!!! Yay I’m so glad they got him back!!!

Meteor-Fire: Look everybody, Cosmos is back!!! :D ME TOO BUD I’m so excited to see my space-baby

RODDY AND ARCEE!!!! I love that Percy took over for Maccadam, but that’s also so sad!!! ALSO WHY HAS HE NOT FIXED HIS EYES, RATCHET PLEASE HELP THIS POOR GUY

Episode 22

OHH PRETTY PLANET

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: The background designers on this show are great

Rodimus: That place has nothing but bad memories for me Every Drift fan simultaneously: Mood....

I really don’t think they’ll bring Drift back (unless he’s like, a zombie, which would still suck) so that’s a bummer

Rodimus: *Talking about his trauma* Me, very distracted: Wow Bee looks really cute here

SERIOUSLY THOUGH THEY NEED RUNG IN THIS SERIES They need a therapist in every Transformers series, all these bots need therapy (though tbf they tried to give Starscream therapy and that sure didn’t help, pft)

GRIMLOCK MAYBE DON’T--oh ok too late WELL THERE THEY GO

Repugnis?? I don’t remember who that is

A CITY?????? PRETTY

INSECTICON

lmao the frickin voice actor for that grey dude cracked me up

BEE MAYBE DON’T IMMEDIATELY TRUST THEM

Energon masters???? What

Interesting that they used “She” for Grimlock

Affluence??

Oh great these guys are the Cybertronian bourgeoisie

Oh boy they’re just wasting energon huh

THE SHOCKS????

That’s a pretty bubble but JEEZ

OH NO WHY CAN”T HE TRANSFORM??

WAIT WHERE”S THE AUDIO oh wait no OP did mention there was an audio dropout

Is Grimlock gonna make friends with the bugs!!!

OH RIGHT the bug is Repugnis

Aw the bugs are way nicer than the bourgeoisie, surprising absolutely no one

HELL YEAH, EAT THE RICH GRIMLOCK

“If we let you go, things will change! We like things the way they are” jeez

I wonder how the Shocks came about

It frickin figures

PRISON BREAK BEE!!!!

EAT HIM GRIMLOCK!!!

“Well this is quite astonishing” cute....

YEAH I WAS WONDERING IF THEY HAD THE SAME ALT MODE they looked like they had bug-bits, I didn’t realize that thing was keeping them from transforming though

Episode 23

Oh right Megatron has a Matrix of Leadership I FORGOT ABOUT THAT

I ALSO FORGOT WHIRL WAS IN THIS SERIES, MY BABY.....

JETFIRE WATCH OUT YOU BIG NERD

“Rack ‘n Ruin and Ratchet” OH IS THIS GONNA BE A RATCHET EPISODE??? PLEASE?????? PLEASE SAY RATCHET EPISODE

Aw poor Rack n Ruin...

RATCHET BABY BOY!!! I forgot he was a New Yorker in this series lmao

“I LOVE Jetfire!” “I know, me too!” CUTE....

I love that every continuity has Ratchet stuck with someone who annoys him in a ship

I love that Ratchet’s not even concerned

RATCHET’S DESIGN IN CYBERVERSE IS SO CUTE...

Wait UNSPACE???? Isn’t that where they sent a bunch of bad people????

Different Quantum Frequencies??? Dimensionally aligned??? MAN I LOVE THIS GOOFY SHOW

“It’s a blue-purple” CUTE....

UH OH HERE COMES ASTROTRAIN throwing dead-end??

I love that Astrotrain is so HUGE compared to everyone else, thank you Cyberverse for my life

“Every time..” LMAO GOSH THIS SHOW IS LITERALLY THE BEST someone please make a gif of that. I love that this implies that every time someone rides in Astrotrain they get ejected at 100 mph and skid 50 ft face-first, that’s such a delightful mental image. I think this 5 second scene is legitimately one of my favorite goofs / scenes in this show IT’S JUST THAT GOOD

You can tell I really enjoyed something when I make a meme of it

IT”S ILLEGAL TO BE THIS CUTE!!!!!!!!

OK IT’S LEGITIMATELY A LITTLE FRIGHTENING TO SEE HOW HUGE ASTROTRAIN IS WHEN IN ATTACK-MODE, HE SO EASILY PICKED THEM UP but that’s why it’s cool for him to be SO much bigger than they are, I LOVE BIG CYBERTRONIANS

LMAO I LOVE ASTROTRAIN he’s such a turd to DeadEnd

“Time to pay Ratchet a house-call. ‘Cuz he’s a doctor!” I almost snorted my drink up my nose, I LOVE THE DORKY HUMOR IN THIS SHOW

I swear this series was made with me in mind

TWO HEADS, NO BRAINCELLS

You wonder if Shadow Striker and Soundwave ever just rock-paper-scissor to see who has to deal with the latest Autobot bs that day

“And we don’t” OH SHOOT THEY’RE BEING LEFT OUT OF THE DECEPTICON’S PLANS TOO...This is more dire than I thought

Man I really do love Shadow Striker and Soundwave, they’re the only competent Decepticons

OH NO NOT RATCHET!!! NO!!!!!

Ohh so Astrotrain is still a triple changer in this series!! :O

WOW A SHOT TO THE HEAD REALLY DIDN”T DO ANYTHING HUH

REST IN PIECES DEADEND lmao he and Percy both have good survival stats it seems

NICE MOVES GRANDPA glad your hips still work lol

Oh good I’m glad they actually kept the purple thing

RIP Rack n Ruin

DEADEND YOU DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT IS

YEAHHHHH SHADOW STRIKER AND SOUNDWAVE!!!!!

“You’ve been told this area is off-limits” Oh shoot so Megatron really doesn’t trust them with this huh??? Must be some serious stuff they saw while universe-hopping

“Make us” SOUNDWAVE I WOULD DIE FOR YOU MY SASSY BOY

Love that he’s pissing off this dude who’s literally 4 times his height, love my son

Shadow Striker & Soundwave are Goth / Jock solidarity

Ratchet: Yeah yeah yeah I know Cuteeee

Wow they’re really not gonna help Shadow Striker and Soundwave????

THEY’RE LITERALLY JUST DOLL-SIZE IN HIS HANDS which is probably a not great reminder for Soundwave after that Dr. Tentacle Dude incident

Astrotrain: *bops their faces together* heehee Soundwave: BI Shadow Striker: >8(

JEEZ, BYE ASTROTRAIN

THE STYLE IS SO JARRING I LOVE IT!!! I LOVE UNSPACE AND HOW IT LOOKS (especially when contrasted with the regular drawing-style of the show. Really great artistic choice!)

Oh shoot so Astrotrain can just leave whenever huh

Aw what cute high fives, man this show has such good vibes

Episode 24

NOOOO ONLY THREE EPISODES LEFT.....

:(((((

WINDLBADE!!!! I hope she’ll be ok

DID it work?? Wait you guys still have two frickin shards left, YOU”RE SO BAD AT THIS

A SHARK????? WTF

HE JUST PICKED HER UP AND DIPPED WTF WHO IS THAT

It’s not Skybyte obviously but he’s a shark too so WHO IS THAT

OHH IS THAT THE HALL OF RECORDS????

Wait wtf the Decepticons are attacking?? Oh wait RACK N RUIN DID YOU REALLY TELL THEM THAT

OH NO HE FROZE

WHOA WHAT”S HAPPENING

WHAT OPTIMUS NO

WHAT”S HAPPENING!!!!! WTF

I WAS GONNA MAKE A BSOD JOKE BUT I TAKE IT ALL BACK OPTIMUS PLEASE BE OK YOU CAN’T DIE IN THIS SERIES

Is this referencing the other time when he glitched oh no....I knew that’d come back to bite us

In other news, I love that we’re learning more about the life and (cyber)biology of Cybertron, I’m so glad we got to have pretty much almost the entire series set on Cybertron

I MEAN JUST LOOK AT THAT!!! THAT’S SO COOL!!! This is the stuff I want to see in Transformers shows!!!

Hasbro could literally make a nature documentary set on Cybertron and I’d be ecstatic. Gimme more details about their world and architecture and city stuff

“Fellow Primes, why have I been summoned?” Oh shoot so the other past primes can just jack OP’s consciousness whenever??? That frickin sucks. I do love the Atlantis vibes I’m ge HOLY FRICK IS THAT MAC

AHHHHHHHH MACCADAM!!!!!!!!!!! GRANDPA!!!!!!! PLEASE GIVE OPTIMUS DAD ADVICE!!!!!! IM SO GLAD WE GET TO SEE HIM AGAIN

Chromia: Bee are you crazy?? Bee: YES! *jumps off the ship*

I love that this weird storm cloud area is basically like an ocean, that’s so cool

OH NO BEE!!!!!!!

Jeez that startled me, the shark sounds just like Bee

“Well you’re doing a scrap job” lmao Chromia please

Oh it’s the Argon Sea, it IS an ocean pft

“An ancient evil” hooo boy

BEE he’s so cute. Wait don’t just jump down a random hole AT LEAST WAIT FOR CHROMIA

CREEPY TENTACLE STUFF AGAIN, JEEZ CYBERVERSE

KICK HIS BUTT CHROMIA

Aw man, not you too Bee

MISTRESS OF FLAME!!!! I get so excited about every IDW reference haha, I love Caminus and I love that they’re letting that still exist

JEEZ THAT”S NOT CREEPY AT ALL

Is this a Titan???? IT IS A TITAN

It’s like a Cthulu titan huh

Chromia: That is THE creepiest thing I’ve ever heard THANK YOU CHROMIA, SAME THOUGHT

Chromia’s just like “This doesn’t even come close to my Top 10 list of BS I’ve had to deal with lately”

More weird smoke, oh great

JEEZ THAT’S A FREAKY TITAN

Me, crying softly: GAY RIGHTS....(and Bee). MAN THE FRIENSHIPS IN THIS SHOW ARE SO GREAT :’)

ALCHEMIST PRIME!!!!!!!!! I FRICKIN KNEW YOU WERE A PRIME

“But this is not about me” I WANNA KNOW MORE ABOUT YOU THOUGH

Wait why is a part of Windblade in Megatron’s Matrix

WHY WOULD THEY ALSO BE IN THE OTHER MATRIX oh they mean alt-universe them

It’s frickin HYSTERICAL that every time Optimus has some ~deep spiritual~ conversation with the past Primes he’s just standing there frozen while the Autobots wait for him to unfreeze like he’s some kind of ancient computer doing updates. Like, that’s legitimately one of the funniest pieces of information canon’s given us so far, thank you for my life Cyberverse writers.

I wonder if Arcee and the other bots ever take selfies with him while he’s frozen like that THERE’S SO MUCH POTENTIAL FOR COMEDY HERE

Optimus: *is frozen for a couple hours while talking to old Primes* Autobots: *put on PJs and unroll their sleeping bags so they can have a slumber party while waiting for him*

Heck now I’m just imagining them playing truth or dare or some similar game while waiting for Optimus to wake up.

I’m sure at some point during their voyage on the Ark, Optimus froze and they all played the “who can do this silly / embarrassing thing in front of Optimus and get away with it before he wakes up” game. Like, Rodimus somersaults down the hall while spouting fire in front of Optimus, Bee does a handstand while singing the alphabet backwards, etc, and whoever’s in front of Optimus when he “wakes up” loses. (It’d be even funnier if Optimus kept pretending to be frozen while they played until someone did something REALLY embarrassing and he unfroze to freak them out. Then again, the Matrix going back into his chest would probably be too much of a giveaway huh)

OH NO I WAS SO CAUGHT UP IN THE EUPHORIA OF THIS IDEA I FORGOT THERE’S ONLY TOO EPISODES LEFT NOW....

Episode 25

I love Astrotrain’s design (both in bot-mode and his alt mode) because he just looks like a grumpy evil train and that makes me so happy.

Also RAIN!!! I love rain and this looks so pretty

LMAO ASTROTRAIN YOU’RE SUCH A TURD I had no opinion of him before this show but now I frickin love him

HE PULLED THE CHAIR OUT FROM UNDER HIM

“I HAVE HIS MATRIX” OH NO DID HE STEAL THIS FROM SHATTERED GLASS’ OPTIMUS OH FRICK

Megatron running like that while holding the Matrix in his hands reminds me so vividly of a younger sibling stealing their older sibling’s diary and fleeing at top-speed from said older sibling and that’s hilarious to me. Megatron is so petty

Dang, so that’s how his eye got messed up. Ngl it’s a good look

CYBER COWS!!!!

Wow that wall is so WEAK the Decepticons are so dumb lmao

Oh yeah they have a new furry on their team

Rodimus: Math isn’t my strong-suit.

Arcee: Especially me! Arcee you are ADORABLE

OH SHOOT MEGATRON CAN TALK TO THE PAST PRIMES TOO...DANG

WINDBLADE!!! MAKE WINDBLADE A PRIME YOU COWARDS

Ok I know I said “Shattered-Glass Optimus” earlier but based on that spoiler some moron on Twitter posted, IT’S PROBABLY TARN...man I wish I hadn’t seen that spoiler but despite that IM STILL EXCITED

Makes you wonder how TARN got the Matrix though (not that I can’t guess 8( )

Oh my gosh I just realized we have the potential to see Windblade kick Tarn’s butt in this series. Cyberverse PLEASE, I’D LOVE TO SEE THAT

Ah so Astrotrain is the new scientist

Ur bugs are probably dead dude

LASERBEAK!!!!

RAVAGE??? Oh no that’s the furry dude MAN I GET SO EXCITED EVERY TIME, I KEEP FORGETTING

As much as I Die for loyal Soundwave, it’s really cool seeing him being his own character and acting on his own in this series and trusting his own judgement / surveillance! It’s so good. Soundwave you’re so smart (and I love that he loves Laserbeak :’) )

*SOBBING* CASE IN POINT...HE PET THE BABY..

OHOHO IT”S *THE* INSECTICONS

Oh shoot the Insecticons are deserting

“No one can stop him. Not even you” dang son

“He doesn’t want us. He wants you” OH BOY

MY BABY WHIRL!!!! THAT’S MY BOY

SEEKERS!!! I forgot we still had a few who Starscream didn’t frickin kill

NICE JUMP-ATTACK OPTIMUS I love that he cuts the dude’s weapon in half meanwhile Grimlock just frickin eats the guy lmao. So much for Optimus’ mercy

FRICK FRICK FRICK IT IS TARN

OK TARN OBJECTIVELY SUCKS BUT AT THE SAME TIME I ACTUALLY DO LOVE HIM BECAUSE HOLY FRICK IS HE A DANGEROUS CHARACTER AND THERE’S SO MUCH TO PLAY WITH THERE, I CANT WAIT TO SEE HIM AND HOW THEY USE HIM FOR THE STORY AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dead End: Yeah, I see your point Lmao I love this guy

Everyone’s gonna frickin die in this series

OH NO WHIRL oh wait yeah he and Dead End know each other, Whirl’s fine

SOUNDWAVE CAN YOU AND SHADOW STRIKER CHILL FOR 2 SECONDS

I love Skybyte’s voice

WOW MEGATRON, YOU”RE ONLY PROTECTING HALF THE PLANET, JEEZ

OH SHOOT

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh so that’s why they had a wall, Megatron you turd

WHIRL NO!!!!!!! oh he’s fine thank goodness

Did Megatron get taller??? He looks taller than Optimus now

Just use Optimus’ matrix you big baby

“It’s time I called in that debt you owe me. Now it’s time for you to save me” I LEGITIMATELY SHRIEKED OUT LOUD, AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

THERE HE IS, THERE HE IS THERE HE IS!!!!!!!

SCREW PAST ME’S OPINION, TARN IS FRICKIN COOL AS HELL

OH SHOOT THERE’S A TON OF HIM WTF

WHERE’S THAT FRICKIN “THERE IT IS, THERE IT IS, THERE!!! IT!!! IS!!!” MEME BECAUSE THAT’S BEEN ME THIS ENTIRE EPISODE HOLY HECK

Episode 26

MORE PRIME NAMES!!! A) that’s very pretty B) LEGIT THOUGH IF WINDBLADE’S THE ONE WHO KICKS TARN’S BUTT I’LL GO APE

OH FRICK IF OPTIMUS IS THERE THEN TARN REALLY DID KILL HIM or it means he beefed it in that universe, as he usually does

“I wish I’d gotten to know you better” 8((((((

What happened to Alt!Universe Optimus!!!!!!! How did you die!!!

Windblade: Optimus, you’re speaking in riddles... Optimus: I always do, it comes with the job of Prime. Windblade: Oh right

“A perfect Decepticon race” HOO BOYZY.....

“All because I spared your life” MAN THAT HURTS

At least they aren’t attacking them right now?

HOW CAN THEY POSSIBLY RESOLVE THIS SERIES IN 10 MINUTES

ASTROTRAIN YOU COWARD not that I blame him, every bot for themself I guess

OH NO THE HURT PUPPY WHINE MAKES ME SO SAD

HELL YEAH SOUNDWAVE SAVE MY BABY BEE

I TAKE IT BACK TARN IS CANCELED, HE HIT SOUNDWAVE

*AND* HE GRABBED CHROMIA, YOU”RE CANCELED, ALL THESE CLONES ARE CANCELED

SOUNDWAVE IS THE ONLY VALID DECEPTICON

Optimus: Can’t keep-- Megatron: WE MUST! Me: *SOBS*

OPTIMUS AND MEGATRON BACK-TO-BACK FIGHTING AHHHHHHHHHH, IT”S THE LITTLE-THINGS

Definitely not the right time for this joke but: AU where instead of saying “Powers of Cybertron, unite!” they say “GAY RIGHTS” to activate their Matrix powers

Frick what if they kill MEGATRON in this series

HECK YEAH EVERYONE’S GETTING AN UPGRADE

Megatron: We must join our Matrixes together! Optimus: Now REALLY isn’t the best time for a marriage proposal Megatron: What Optimus: What

Thank you for telling Optimus to get down for once instead of just blasting him AND the Tarn-copies, Megatron

OH FRICK IT IS ALT-UNIVERSE MEGATRON NOT TARN WHO’S THE BIG BAD

I LEGIT STOPPED BREATHING DURING THIS ENTIRE SEQUENCE AHHHH

THIS IS INFINITELY BETTER (AND WORSE) THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

THAT MEANS ALT!UNIVERSE MEGATRON DID KILL OPTIMUS...MEANWHILE OUR UNIVERSE’S MEGATRON SPARED OPTIMUS...MAN THAT HURTS ME SO BAD

MEGATRON NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OPTIMUS SAVE HIM SAVE HIM PLEASE SOMEHOW SAVE HIM!!!!!

OPTIMUS LITERALLY FRICKIN RAN ACROSS THE ROOM TO CATCH HIM, MY HEART CAN’T TAKE THIS DRAMA

NO!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!! YOU CAN”T DO THIS TO ME CYBERVERSE

“Prime...one shall stand...one shall....” THIS IS THE SADDEST FRICKIN THING THAT”S HAPPENED IM LEGIT GONNA CRY, NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Hold on...my friend...” IM GONNA BAWL MY EYES OUT OPTIMUS

I legit had to take a moment to get up and do a lap around my room while processing what happened LIKE OK I KNOW THEY PROBABLY (???) WON’T PERMA-KILL MEGATRON BUT FRICK DUDE THAT WAS SO EMOTIONAL

MEGAOP RIGHTS....BUT AT WHAT COST

What’s fricking me up rn (granted, several things are fricking me up right now) is that this universe’s Megatron knew he could’ve achieved his goals if he’d just killed Optimus. He said so himself; he could’ve had it all but he failed “all because I spared your [Optimus’] life”. Whatever he saw in that other universe convinced him that killing Optimus just wasn’t worth it (or perhaps, deep deep DEEP down, he really doesn’t want to kill his old friend).

I’m rewatching that last minute and this feels like a frickin fanfiction. I’m Living but also Dying

I KNOW THIS IS A VERY TENSE SCENE BUT MEGATRON’S “I won’t pay for anything!” MADE ME LAUGH

SOUNDWAVE STANDING BETWEEN SHADOW-STRIKER AND MEGATRON!!!!!!!!! STANDING UP TO MEGATRON!!!! SOBS I LOVE SOUNDWAVE SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUT ALSO PLEASE BE CAREFUL MY SWEET BOY!!!!! IF YOU GET HURT ILL NEVER BE OVER IT

Two reasons he could’ve done that: to keep Shadow Striker from getting super pissed off and lashing out at this enemy who’s way above their level, or because the “jacked up Frankenstein experiment” thing is a sore subject for her and Soundwave recognizes that (and frankly I’m leaning toward option B because SOBS....I LOVE THEIR FRIENDSHIP)

GOTH FRIENDS!!!

OH OK THANK GOODNESS, MEGATRON ISN’T DEAD DEAD YET

Dang so Megatron did kill Optimus

OH NO WE’RE GETTING A FLASHBACK

FRICK THAT”S SO GRUESOME, HE JUST RIPPED OPTIMUS’ CHEST OPEN

YOU ALREADY KNOW THE MOST PERFECT DECEPTICON, HIS NAME IS SOUNDWAVE!!! YOU JUST DON’T APPRECIATE HIM YOU BIG BULLY

Oh shoot so the Quints came to that world too

DANG HE JUST WRECKED THEIR SHIP HUH....

I’m loving this throwback to the IDW design

WOW Y’ALL JUST IMMEDIATELY WENT “SURE WE’RE ONBOARD” (I mean, good way to stay alive but C’MON GUYS....)

“I have no need for any of you” WHOOPS SO MUCH FOR THAT should’ve seen that coming

THIS SUCKS SO BAD

NONONONO!!!! MEGATRON!!!!

HECK NOW HE HAS THE MATRIX

wow you guys really just let Megatron fall to the floor COME ON OPTIMUS WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR SMOOTH MOVES

NICE ONE BEE!!!!!!

YEAH WERE ARE ARCEE AND HOT ROD

FRICK YEAH WHIRL, MESS HIM UP!!!!!!!!!

YEAH SHADOW STRIKER!!!!!!

RATCHET PUNCHING TARN HELL YEAH!!!!!!!!!!

FRICK HE CAN JUST MATERIALIZE LIKE THAT TOO

WELL THAT DIDN’T LAST LONG

BEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“And now you will pay the price...for being a hero” DANG THAT”S A COOL LINE BUT DON’T HURT MY BOY

FRICK HIM UP OPTIMUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WINDBLADE NOW WOULD BE A GOOD TIME TO SAVE EVERYONE

YEAHHHH WINDBLADE!!!!!!!

Yeah don’t turn your back on the body please

YO Astrotrain came back

ASTROTRAIN THAT SOUNDS SO CREEPY AND ALSO THAT’S SUCH A BAD IDEA, JUST KILL HIM

I know this is a kid’s show but PLEASE DO SOMETHING TO MAKE SURE HE WON’T POP BACK UP IN A FEW YEARS WITH ANOTHER ARMY

IM GLAD WINDBLADE IS BACK AND IM LOVING THE HUG BUT DID MEGATRON LEGIT FRICKIN DIE????

WHAT!!! WHAT THAT CAN’T BE IT!?!?!? HOW COULD YOU END IT LIKE THAT NO!!!!!!! THAT WAS SO ABRUPT nO!!!!!!!!!!

The last few episodes were such an adrenaline rush I CAN”T BELIEVE WE CAME DOWN FROM THAT HIGH SO QUICKLY....IS MEGATRON ALIVE??? KICKSTARTER TO FUND ONE MORE EPISODE???? SPARE ANOTHER EPISODE FOR A POOR FAN???

MAN I wish we could’ve stayed in the universe of this show for a little longer but dang!!! That was really really good!!! I’m so grateful we got to have such a wonderful series like Cyberverse! :’) Thank you to everyone who worked on this incredible show!!!

Man now I gotta wait for WfC for new Transformers content....at least I can look through the tag w/out getting spoiled now

A few more thoughts now that I’ve re-read my liveblog:

If Megatron could hop into the Matrix of Leadership he possessed, I wonder if he ever had a chance to talk to that universe’s Optimus Prime... :( based on what he said, probably not, but that makes me so sad!!!! Did they ever get the chance to work things out!!! IS MEGATRON ALIVE OR NOT.....

#i talk #I'm watching Cyberverse #Primordial Robot Hell #Cyberverse spoiler /#I feel like I got a shot of adrenaline right to my heart

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simpinforyoongi · 4 years

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I just wanted those card thingys ~

Roommate!Taehyung x reader - Christmas special~

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Genre: fluff, fluff, pure fluff with a red nosed Taehyungie

Warning (s): mild swearing

Summary: Taehyung got you a shit ton of expensive gifts for Christmas, and the last thing you want to do is upset him.

Note: Sooooo I literally hate my life so so so so much because like I had to write this twice just because my connection decided to give up on me while uploading the first one. Then i wrote it again and when I turned my data on, i realized that the old drabble was still being uploaded which means that i just wasted an hour of sleep writing something that I won't be needing. But well, now that I had to spend three hours on this, i really just hope you like this little Christmas drabble. TT please leave a like and comment because feedback is HELLA appreciated TT enjoy! And Merry Christmas 💜!

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"Tae, where were you at this hour of the night?" You questioned when he came inside the living room, which was joined to your kitchen. Though you had somewhat of an idea what the reason was. Currently, you were taking the takeout you ordered for yourself and your roommate, Taehyung, out of the oven. He had just returned home and went directly to his room. And despite not having seen him, you knew that he had a shit ton of shopping bags with him.

"Uhhh....playing..? In the snow...?" he said, with a hint of his boxy smile evident on his lips.

"In your Gucci jacket and designer outfit?? No sir! I guess not." You chuckled, even though you were pretty mad at him for being out so late. But like, who has the audacity to be mad at cutie Taehyungie when he's all wrapped up in a fluffy blankie with his oversized Rudolf sweater and red nose, while looking like a smol bean on the couch? Not you at least.

He chuckled a bit too. "Well it is a secret! So you cannot know."

"Which one? The fact that you brought,i don't know, 10 shopping bags with you or the fact that you went out without your winter clothes despite I warned you not to and now you've caught a cold??" You were actually dead serious, but your voice still had a playful glint to it.

"Aaaahh y/n I don't have a co-aaàhhhcchhooo!!"

You sighed. This kid, he can be so child-like sometimes.

"Alright, whatever floats your boat, now come, get something to eat. You'll feel better." It was useless arguing with him because he'd somehow, logically or illogically, much likely the latter, win it. And you'd rather have him eat something and go to bed in this cold winter night than argue over whether he had a cold or not, which he DEFINITELY had.

"I'm so excited y/n-ah!! It's almost Christmaaaaassss!! I'm so excited to see what you've got me!!" Oh right. It's the eve before Christmas. He exclaimed while slowly slurping up the noodles.

You slowly did the same, with a smile gracing your lips.

"Hehe you'll see tomorrow! Now eat up!"

"Do you know what I've got for you this time??"he wiggled his eyebrows up and down.

You sighed. "No I don't Tae, but im hoping you didn't waste too much money on it."

At this, he groaned.

"Why do you always bug me for spending on you?? I like giving you gifts! You're my roommate AND best friend, you idiot. And it's CHRISTMAS!" He exclaimed with a huff and a pout on his lips, while crossing his arms in front of him.

"SO? You awways do thiz. Spoier me with giffs wen of couse you can do sooo many otther things wi de mone." You say with a mouth full of food.

"But I like giving you gifts though." He said with a grin while taking out his phone.

"But it's wast- waith. Waith no, Tae dON'T YOU DAEE!!" you yelled out when you realized that he was trying to take some pictures of you with your mouth full, which resulted in you chewing like your life depended on it. You weren't going to make the same mistake twice. The last time when he took sleeping pictures of you, you found yourself being teased for an eternity by the maknaes and even though you don't mind them having weird pics of you, the continuous banter is what gets to you.

After some goofing around you finally settled down after managing to delete the pics.

"Alright now get your sick ass to bed, you dumbass." You smiled while ushering him towards his room.

"For the last time y/n I'm not-"

You closed the door shut and headed for the kitchen to clean the dishes. Ooff it's Christmas!!

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"OHH MY GOD Y/N I LOVE YOU THANK YOU SO MUCH OH MY GOSH I LOVE IT SO MUCH IT'S AMAZING I'D BEEN THINKING ABOUT GETTING ONE FOR SO LONG OH MY GOODNESS THANK YOU SO SO MUCH!" Taehyung yelled out the moment he realised what was inside the box. Ok so, you would be lying if you said that you weren't surprised at such an amazing reaction because, well, it's just a Polaroid camera. That too, that you luckily found on sale. But you still had to save up quite a bit to buy it. But the smile that lit up his face made everything worth it. Tae had been thinking about getting one for months but never seemed to get around to it. So you decided to get it for him, and you hoped that he'd like it. Well, judging from his reaction, I guess he did.

"Hehe I'm glad you like it" you said with a sincere smile.

"ok ok now open your presents." Yes, presents. Just what you'd feared.

As you opened all the presents with your name on them, each revealed items that had branded tags; Gucci, Balenciaga (did i spell that right?), and what not. Each seemed like they cost more than your monthly salary. Which they probably did too. While you were happy Tae did this much for you, but you've never been a fan of too expensive gifts. So gradually a frown started forming on your face when you realised that all this must've cost a fortune.

"Tae, how many times have I told you i don't need all these things. You shouldn't spend so much on me." You said, now visibly frowning.

"But why y/n?? I thought you liked these brands." Taehyung seemed a little upset, which really broke your heart into a million pieces. But honestly, you were confused.

"Me? Liking these brands?Where did you get that from??" You don't usually sport brands. Not only because it's wayy to expensive, but also because you don't always like the products. You're more of a comfort dresser and these branded things mostly have fashion items. And regarding the comfort clothing that they do have, you could just buy something cheaper that doesn't burn your budget to a crisp WHILE still fitting your taste.

But apparently, you like these brands.

"But you always like what I wear, and you also wear my clothes often. You also wear my hoodies sometimes when I'm out touring. Like that time that I came back and found you sleeping on the couch with my black hoodie?? And you seem so happy when you wear them, so i thought.." oh so that's where he got that from.

"Oh taetae," you looked at him with soft eyes "it's not that I wear your clothes because they are of famous brands, nor am I happy because of that. I love wearing your clothes because, well, they smell of you and remind me of you. I usually wear them when I miss you, like when you're out touring. It's not because i like these brands Taehyungie. I like them because they are yours. And men's clothing are just cool in general. That's why" you smiled, but Taehyung's lips turned down in a depressing frown.

"Oh..." He looked down, and you realised what you just said, and the effect that it probably had on him. The last thing you wanted to do on Christmas was upset your best friend because he bought gifts for you.

"Wait but i really like what you got me. And i would have loved even if you got me something else as well, i would have liked it as long as it's your gift you dumbass. So please don't be sad because of me!!" You smiled and pleaded, trying to cheer him up, and it seemed to work. He smiled and looked up.

You didn't waste more time and hugged him.

"Merry Christmas idiot."

"Merry Christmas to you too idiot."

"But honestly you know, I just wanted those pretty card thingys you made for Sumin when she came over hehe. Those were really pretty." Sumin was your niece, and Tae had given her a card when he found out it was her birthday.

So after watching some movies and getting some food in your system, you went to bed

Sure enough, when you woke up the next morning, there was a beautiful and adorable card on your bedside table, from none other than Taehyung.

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tumblunni · 5 years

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Aaaaagh i feel so sad that i'm too late to the yokai watch fandom... Like man i had NO CLUE that its popularity was declining?? I finally got into the thing and now its dying and maybe i could have helped if i bought all the things back when it first came out??

And it sucks that apparantly its declining popularity is ALMOST ENTIRELY due to badly handled localization efforts. Not the translation itself, but more about the PR stuff behind it. The really long delays between games being released and localized, features being removed in the localization, awkwardly timed release dates, giving an innacurate impression of what youre gonna get, lack of merchandise beibg sold anywhere except america, even america getting barely anything compared to japan, putting the anime on a bad timeslot on unpopular channels, not dubbing spinoff games, dubbing spinoff games and then cancelling them as soon as they started getting a goddamn fandom, a bad downloadable demo of the first game that contained zero sassy humour despite that being the whole point of the series, and still going ahead with selling yw2 in two versions even though that strategy only works in an atmosphere of high fandom and turns people away when its a new growing fandom.

Aaaand it all sucks cos yokai watch is already like.. Pre-biased against Western audiences. I mean the whole premise is a cute version of local mythology, and when they decided to add "american appeal" in the third game they just made up a bunch of monsters based on american food and stuff instead of having even one based on a real american cryptid/mythology/folk hero/etc..

AND it sucks that the goddamn response to the decline has been really realy stupid, in my opinion. They decided to cancel the goddamn anime aka the most popular part of the series, and replace it with a Dark And Edgy Sequel that bombed completely. This was their response to people asking for more story driven stuff like in the games, and how all the story driven movies were the most successful thing ever. Why didnt you just adapt the goddamn stories from the games and/or continue doing story stuff with the existing anime characters!! And now despite yokai watch 3 being super fuckin awesome and finally perfecting the awkward battle system, theyre gonna throw it all out and take a giant risk with a whole new battle system on nintendo switch. TAKING RISKS WHEN THINGS ARE ALREADY RISKY IS BAD, YO

And not to mention how badly they handled the female characters as soon as things got risky! Like wtf why were they the thing that had to go first?? Removing the katie option on yw3 was universally hated by everyone, and biased audiences against the new character hailey cos the way the game was framed made it seem like she was the reason katie is gone. And the damage control they tried was really stupid and pointless?? Now there's just ONE SIDEQUEST very late in the game where you get to go thru a mirror to an alternate world where katie is the protagonist. Which only cements the whole 'she is not canon' thing and doesnt do anything but rub it in that we cant play as her. And i mean you do technically play as her during that segment, so if they had all the models and animations and shit done then why not just actually make a katie mode??? Even if it had less features than the usual option and was just an appearance switch with no changed dialogue aside from pronouns, thats basically what the gender option is in pokemon so its better than nothing. Even if yeah the lil bit of different personality in older games was neat and gave me an actual reason to wanna play again with Nate. AND THEN even more annoying is the fact they also threw Hailey under the bus, removing her shortly after she appeared in the anime and doing the whole sequel reboot where she doesnt exist. And she gets basically no merchandise and its like theyre trying to forget her. Which SUCKS because she is POPULAR! She was only preemptively hated before the game came out, for replacing katie. But then everyone loved her when they saw how hilarious awesome she is, and ESPECIALLY she was super popular in america aka the exact thing they were trying to do with making yw3. Which they friggin didnt dub for 4 years!! The america game for america!! Delayed in america!! Seriously so many bad decisions!!

And whats super extra weird is that apparantly europe saved it so that yw3 actually came out? Yw1 and yw2 had better sales over here despite being less promoted, having less merchandise, and it being awkward to catch new episodes of the show unless you can stream american tv. Apparantly the third version of yw2 straight up wasnt released in america except as digital download, so thats why id never heard of it until i saw it in the shops. And what does nintendo do with this knowledge? Continue focusing on america! Aaaagh i feel so sad cos its clearly not the team actually making the damn game thats making these shitty decisions, its just pr businessmen ruining their hard work at the last minute...

Seriously every yokai watch game is a labour of love, filled with so much damn STUFF and CHARM and EMOTION and SILLY LIL MONSTER DUDES and friggin OPEN WORLD MONSTER HUNTING IN TRASHCANS which is still the best goddamn idea ever. Oh and DR MADDIMAN'S INCREDIBLY TEARFUL PLOT AND INCREDIBLY HUGGABLE FACE

So yeah man im so sad im only getting here when the damn franchise is dying and i hope my fandom rambling maybe helps some of you guys get interested too! You can pick up the first game suuuuper cheap now! Please embrace the cute ghosts with me!!! DONT PASS ON TO THE AFTERLIFE, YOKAI WATCH

#bunni plays yokai watch #seriously i dont understand it the games are objectively great and how tf are they losibg popularity despite becoming better in all ways #except the lack of katie but yeah #the goddamn third game has so much love poured into it that theres a friggin claymation dance video at some point #i saw a clip of that and like holy shit #i hope the game team got to take the lil figures home at the end of the day #chibi ghoulfather...so chumby...truly a fearsome foe...

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hi this is the story of a comic i am writing, i really want some comments if this is any good, if you want to see this, if you like it, or if theres anything i can change or add or anything! im open, please share with me so i can become better!!

Hi my name is Brian, and this is my story

It all started when my dad died. He and I were the best of friends a dad and a son could be. We did everything together. maybe that’s because he felt that i was lonely after mom passed away right after i was born. But I'll never get to know that now. This is the story of how i ended up like this “incert really coll scene” and how i got out of it, maybe.

“pans over to cool fighting and getting out of facility”

background story

me and maeve have been bestfriends since grade school, she was an emo type of girl who seemed to not fit in at our school. She didn't really have that many friends, or she had her cousin, but he was one of the douchebags who made fun of her all the way through high school.

meave and i used to hang out after school almost everyday. I taught her how to play video games, or she actually taught me when I'm being honest.

We met in math class, in the summer. I remember her taking off her sweater in class because it was so warm. The AC had been broken since April and the school wouldn't pay for a new one.

I sat behind her in that class, and I still remember how good she smells. “que embarrassment".

I was in a hurry a couple of days later, I was running late for my history class and I bumped into someone. someone who looked an awful lot like maeve. I looked down and there she was, hugged into my chest, looking startled. I hurriedly moved backwards and looked awkwardly at her. I'm so sorry, I say in a hurried voice and shimmy past her and run to my history class while looking back. She stands there trying to get herself together then starts walking away behind a corner in the building.

After that I just started bumping into her more and more, and after some time she realized I sat behind her in math. We started talking a lot, and became really good friends. The last two years at that school had been the best two years of my life because of maeve. But when we were starting high school, I never saw her. She stopped answering my texts, never answered her phone when I called. I even went over to her house to check if something bad had happened to her, but all I saw was a for sale sign, standing in the yard.

my heart got crushed, i couldn't think clearly. I was in pieces.

I tried to get over Maeve, and live my life. going to school everyday and trying my best. Then one day, i got a message from the principal while i was in class, that i had to come see him. I went up the longest staircase in the world, it sure felt like it. and got to his office.

He asked me to sit down for this, and proceeded to tell me that my father had a heart attack at work and collapsed.

The ambulance came too late and couldn't save him.

We talked for a while while I was in disbelief. The principal asked me if I had somewhere to stay, and I said I have my home. Then he told me that in one week they're moving everything out and selling it if I don't claim it and find a new place to stay.

The principal was nice enough to let me stay at his sister's place, outside of the town, about 40 minutes away from school. I said I didn't really have that much of a choice and said yes.

I managed to move all of our belongings to my principal's sister's house over the weekend, and I actually moved to a new school, closer to where she lived.

This wasn't supposed to be a sad start to this story, I just thought that you should know the start of my new chapter in my new life here in Offord Bridge.

explanation of what the story is evolving into

After two years of grade school comes the time where maeve disappears out of nowhere, with no trace.

Brian gets shocked and crushed to many pieces by this fact, that she couldn't tell him himself that she was leaving to go somewhere else. that she didn't say anything to him. He noticed something was wrong with Maeve a couple weeks before she disappeared. she looked more distant, almost scared.

Sometimes I even saw her trying to ignore me and avoiding me. I got more and more confused.

I finally caught her one day and saw she had bruises on her arm and on her face. I asked her what happened and she only looked away and said to stay away.

I didn't talk to Maeve for a couple days after, since she told me to stay away. I just hoped she would give me an explanation.

Then the day came, the day she would disappear for who knows how long.

i tried calling and texting but she wouldn't answer, i even went over to her house to check on her, if her parents would know anything. but when I got there on my bike, I saw a huge for sale sign standing in their yard. I tried ringing the doorbell, but no one answered. she was gone.

I talked with my dad about this when I got home that night. He loved Maeve as a daughter. She was home with me almost everyday after school. We played video games for so long at night that my dad would yell at us. She dragged me out shopping, and we bought food almost every weekend. and now it's all gone.

The next couple of days were pretty sad and felt so slow. I never really knew what to do for those days. and it became even worse.

A week after Maeve's sudden disappearance, my dad died of a heart attack at work. The ambulance arrived too late so he was long gone before they even got there.

It was a school day that day. I was sitting in my math class, looking at Maeve's scratched up desk with scribbles on it while daydreaming, when I heard a message on the school sound system. it was the principal talking, he said he wanted to see me in his office.

Everybody in class laughed and thought I was getting suspended or getting yelled at, I was more worried than ever.

I got up there after a while. Those stairs felt like hours upon hours of walking in my state. When I got up there he told me to sit down and stay calm. I got even more worried when he said that.

He said some kind words that got me confused at first, then he told me about what happened to my dad. I was shocked, scared and afraid. I couldn't understand, my heartrate was going up, my skin felt hotter than the sun, and i couldn't breathe.

I was having a panic attack. I sat there, in that chair for at least an hour. trying to catch my breath.

the principal ended up telling me about his sister, that lived in offord bridge. he told me he wanted me to stay there and go to offord highschool when that time comes. he asked me if i had any place to stay, i said home. he said i couldn't live there, because the landlord wants to tear it down and build apartments.

They said I had to clean everything out and get moving if I wanted my things. ‘

The principal and his sister helped me move my dad's stuff to offord bridge. i got my own room in her house and there's a cat here. His name is felix.

The principal's sister's name is Laura. She's actually really nice, but isn't afraid of being strict and mean.

A couple months later I was starting high school here in offord bridge. I didn't know anyone in this town except the old people shopping at the tiny drugstore I started working at. they always come in to buy the same crap. dry biscuits and juice. maybe they buy it to be nice, who knows.

My first day wasn't anything special at school. I went to my classes. I met a few people I got acquainted with. but my second day, my second day was something else of a good day.

i found maeve.

#comic #comics #comic books #my comic #drama #adventure #mystery #cartoon #fyp #oc #myoc #my writing

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chelinka93 · 6 years

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Building a Nest - Hello, my Name is... - Part 1

Ugh, not happy with this one, its been ages since I’ve done a PoV swap so im... ehhhh... Hope I was able to do Ochaco at least some justice though.

Ochaco Uraraka liked to think she was made of sterner stuff.

Since she was little she had the dream of becoming a hero to help her parents, if she was a popular hero both them and her would could leave their financial troubles behind and they could live a good, easy life.

But before all that, she had to actually become a hero first.

And the best way to do that?

UA.

Since middle school she had kicked it in high gear; training every day to get in shape, both physically and quirk wise. If she wasn’t training, she was nose deep in her books because UA was no slouch when it came to academics either and she needed to be on her toes to excel.

So both mind and body being trained there was the third, and most daunting obstacle: money.

Her parents insisted that if she wanted to go to UA they could pay for it, but she saw that the bags under their eyes got a bit darker during her junior high years.

They were working hard so she could pursue her dream.

She wasn’t going to let them do all the work, this was her dream, she was going to help make a reality any way she could.

So she began to cut back.

She still ate of course, limiting her food intake would only make her weaker and worry her parents, something she really wanted to avoid if she could. She cut back in small ways: having the lights off for as long as she could and refusing to turn up the heat until she had to in order to save on the bills. Reusing old notebooks that were almost full already, (no point in wasting paper!) keeping careful track of her pens and pencils so she wouldn’t have to buy new ones when she lost them. Small things here and there. But the biggest she could do?

The shopping.

Her parents worked so hard, and often late. So Ochaco took it upon herself to do the shopping whenever she could. She did her best to learn what was a good deal and what wasn’t, trying her best to make sure she could save whenever she could.

It was a little hard but now looking back, she considered it all worth it.

She got into UA.

She could afford to go to UA.

She would have to move though, her home with her parents was just too far away to make the commute each day. Something that made both her and her parents sad to think about.

But…

She got into UA!

Departure aside, she was ecstatic and so were parents! They even threw her a ‘Going Away to UA’ party.

And it was a great party.

Even though there were some tears mixed in with the laughter.

So with much excitement, she jumped feet first into her life as UA student. The first day was a little out there; who just has a quirk assessment test with the threat of expulsion throw in there?! (her new home room teacher, apparently.) She did her best to get into it; she’d worked hard for this and wasn’t about to let a second go by and not be thankful for it.

She made friends too! There weren’t many girls in 1A, seven in total including herself, but they all bonded quickly and she was thrilled to be friends with them. She enjoyed hanging out with all of them but she found that she talked most to Mariska (though she said she was okay with Mari).

She found out that Mariska lived on her own like her, so it became a common topic between the two of them to talk about all the ups and downs of living alone and any tricks the other might have learned to make it easier. It was generally simple things like how often one should do laundry, was it a good idea to hide a spare key in case you got locked out, the sort of little things like that.

Then one day, they got into the topic of shopping and Ochaco launched into all the things she learned and when Mari asked where she learned these things, seemed to be impressed that Ochaco taught herself mostly.

“That’s amazing! I tried to learn myself actually but it didn’t work out that way.”

Ochaco furrowed her brow, confused. Does she just order her groceries online? pay someone do it? She asked but Mariska just snorted.

“No, I picked up a shopping teacher, a rather unwilling one at first though.”

“A… Shopping teacher?” Ochaco asked confused again. That was a thing?

Mariska grinned and launched into a tale about one day trying to do her shopping, minding her own business when suddenly a snarky, grumpy looking woman told her she was doing it wrong. And even after the shopping was done, they still met up again and decided (with Mariska’s instance) that it become a regular event.

Mariska told the story with fondness (and more then a slight bit of exasperation in a lot of parts) and Ochaco was both curious about Mariska’s shopping friend, who’s name was Varis apparently, and slightly wary. Mariska didn’t sugar coat Varis’ language and the image Ochaco got of this woman was more then a little scary.

As she thought about Mariska’s possibly (probably) terrifying teacher, she didn’t notice the smirk that had bloomed on Mariska’s face.

“You should come with me next time!”

“Huh?”

“Come with next time I go shopping! I’ll introduce you and you can learn from her too!”

“Well, I don’t want to intrude, this seems like a personal thing. And from what you’ve told me of her, Varis might not like have more people around.”

At this, the smirk grew wider and Ochaco was not ashamed to admit she was kinda worried.

“True, but she owes me! She’ll grumble and probably try to intimate you but she’ll get over it.”

Ochaco hesitated slightly. The fact that Mariska easily admitted that this Varis would openly try to intimidate her did nothing but confirm further her second hand impression that this woman was scary.

She shook her self mentally, what was she thinking? She had gotten this far hadn’t she? Shed made it to UA and was in class 1A! the forerunner in terms of future heroes! She was made of sterner stuff then this! she had a chance to not only spend more time with her new friend but also the opportunity to learn how to shop even more effectively and save more money for her parents.

When she put it that way, it sounded pretty fun actually!

“Well, if its okay with you, I’d love to!”

Mariska beamed, clearly happy that she had agreed to come and faced with that bright smile, Ochaco found herself smiling again too as they both gathered their things and headed out to the train station.

‘Yeah! I’m sure I’m jumping to conclusions about this Varis lady, I’m sure she’s perfectly nice!’

“So you are you gonna let her know I’m coming?”

“I could, but just thinking of the scowl on her face when we show up together is far too good to pass up.”

‘…At least I hope she’s nice.’

‘Nice’ it turns out, was not the word to describe Varis in the slightest.

She’d met Mariska at the station near the store she told Ochaco about. and for awhile, the two of them chatted happily about this and that as that as they made their way to the store where Ochaco would get to meet this Varis Mari had talked about.

…the one who didn’t even know she was tagging along.

She did her best to contain her nerves as they made their way inside but her nerves quickly came to a front when she actually caught sight of Varis.

Mariska called her name and a woman near the rice turned, a slight expression of amusement on her face as Mariska made her way toward her with Ochaco in tow.

That expression quickly turned into annoyance when she caught sight of Ochaco.

‘Mari forgot to mention how tall she is.’ Ochaco thought faintly as she tried not squirm as the woman examined her almost like a bug under a microscope. She felt Mari’s arm wrap around her shoulders as she introduced her to her mentor of sorts. Said mentor continuing to unabashedly size her up and Ochaco couldn’t help but stare back.

Tall, gray hair cut in a pixie cut, and she had her sleeves rolled up to her elbows so Ochaco could see toned arms as well.

‘she looks she beat us both up and not even break a sweat.’

Her apparent panic got even worse when Varis casually threw out that she had expect worse for the death threat.

‘A DEATH THREAT?!’ Ochaco began to seriously consider her routes of escape for Mari and her but Mari didn’t even seem phased, even jokingly correcting her on her wording!

She was just thinking she should try to edge toward that particularly heave bag of rice to try to use it as a weapon, when the next words from Mari stopped her.

“She did say those things yes, but she was only worried about me. and when she didn’t get the reaction she wanted, she pouted and stole my newspaper in a tantrum.”

‘…What…?’

Varis seemed to notice Ochaco’s turn of emotions and quickly the menacing aura she felt was gone and this woman, who she had been rather terrified of a minute ago, was now openly pouting.

Ochaco was confused to say the least but wasn’t given time to really think about it when said pouting woman spoke again, this time to her:

“So kid, whatcha know about properly shopping?”

Ochaco’s head was swimming with new information. While she thought she was a decent shopper Varis had simply listened quietly as she talked about what she knew and was silent for a moment after she finished talking before saying:

“Not bad, for a beginner.”

Nothing more after that, she just spun her cart around and began walking toward the next isle expecting Mari and her to follow.

After that it was a lesson in each isle; Varis explaining certain tricks and explaining ‘traps’ (anything she considered to be a waste of money, usually always something with a sales sticker next to it) that many a shopper fell for. She was curt when Mari or Ochaco asked her anything but didn’t belittle them for it.

“What if I like this brand better?”

“Then cough up the yen to get the biggest tin of it so it last longer.”

Ochaco learned a lot. Which she was kind of thrilled about it, anything to help save money for her parents.

She also learned a bit about Varis too.

While rather curt and blunt with Mari and her, Mari seemed to enjoy the barbed exchange. Often even teasing Varis when she got vehement over certain things.

Like protecting her choice of snacks from Mari.

“I don’t care what you think, brat, I like em and Im gonna get em!”

“I can’t believe you still stomach that crap!”

“I like what I like, stubborn brattling!”

“Stubborn American!” Mari puffed up, and seemed to about ready to go into a rant before Varis leaned over to flick her on the forehead.

“Id rather you not throw one of your Spanish tantrums, especially in front of your friend.” Varis said before leveling a pointed look in Ochaco’s direction.

Realizing that she was being put on the spot, Ochaco tried to think of something.

“O-oh! Weren’t you saying earlier something about a big order for cupcakes coming in at work, Mari? How’s that coming along?”

Looking briefly at Varis, as if attempting to glare holes in the woman, Mari conceded this change of topic and started talking animatedly about a ridiculous number of cupcakes ordered for an equally ridiculous reason.

Relived that the distraction had worked, Ochaco went along with it, listening and chatting with Mari about the idiocies of people with far to much money and time on their hands willing to throw a party for a quarterversiry (whatever that was).

When she looked up briefly, she could have sworn Varis winked at her.

After that, things were quiet until Mari had to run ahead and grab something she forgot. Leaving Ochaco alone with Varis.

Before she could even think of what to say, (should she say something? or would she prefer silence?) Varis beat her to it.

“Thanks.”

“For what?”

“Earlier, little bird gets in such a snit every time I try to buy any sort of processed baked good, especially snack cakes. It was nice to avoid it this time.”

“Your welcome!” To her horror, her voice squeaked, but Varis didn’t seem to notice as she turned toward her.

“Try to keep your footing with her, hmm? She’s a bit of a whirlwind, try not to let her sweep you away too easily.”

“Uh, I’ll do my best!” She replied, not real sure what say.

“Good on ya kid.”

For a split second, Ochaco thought she saw an actual smile on Varis’ face.

But as soon as it appeared, it vanished just as quickly as Varis began to move forward to meet a grinning Mari, returning triumphantly with item in hand.

No, nice wasn’t the word Ochaco would use to describe Varis.

She tried to smother a giggle as Varis lightly bopped Mari on the head for something.

‘She’s grumpy for sure’ she thinks

‘but…’

‘also a good person’

This was suppose to be short, but apparently Ochaco had a lot to say.

So here we go! its the start of a new Arc, per say. This one I’m going to focus primary on introducing more of the MHA cast. Mostly from Varis’ point of view, but I may switch it up to another PoV if I’m feeling bold. and as always, thanks to @bnha-love-imagines (who’s a v good bean, the sweetest bean) for letting me use her BB Mari, who’s a little shit this time.

And because I love this part, have a preview of the next chapter:

‘This is it, I am in hell. It must be the reason for this.’

One child is already enough, the second one is alright because shes not an ass like the first... but she thought she made her dislike of more tag alongs clear!

...Apparently not because two is now three.

“You seem to be thinking awful hard about something.”

“What I’m thinking is whether or not i should pin you down and smother you with that bag of peanuts!”

#Building a Nest #Hello my name is #Part 1 #damn PoV swaps

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sweet-xoxo-thatcares · 3 years

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What’s your impossible?

1:06pm

So, like literally for the past month or so I’ve been without a job. I didn’t want to go back to being overworked at BigLotto where they overworked cause I didn’t set any boundaries on what I would and would not do or when I didn't want to be on shift. Because I was desperate.

And looking back...thats kinda how I was with my relationships and friends. It was nice being reassured to give my all to someone or something, but still it wasn’t enough because what I was doing for that job, that person...I wasn’t officially happy with it. I was ok. I just kept saying “I’m ok”

But I’m not. I said I could handle it, and even at the retail jobs I worked for minimum wage, I was ok with getting some amount of money. It was as if as long as I’m getting paid for it and I get time off, we cool.

But, I've been doing that for the past five years....

I had no idea I had been doing customer service for that long until I had to redo my resume one good time.

I was like fuckkkkkkk, bitchhhhhhhhh.

We need to change. I can’t live off of retail jobs. My back hurts enough as it is.

So then my mom and dad has been pushing me to “go corporate, go corporate” cause that’s what they have been living off of to support my family. Corporate salary jobs or managing auto factory lines.

Sorta like get in where you fit in.

But as I’m scrolling through these jobs.....most of these corporate propaganda jobs I don’t really care about. They’re fucking boring. I’m just looking for something that doesn’t tire me, stress me out with bullshit, something that I’m ok with getting paid for, and pays me well so I can buy my loft that I always dreamed of getting. You know..consistent money.

And then I watch this guys TedX after I searched on YouTube “how to find a longterm full-time job to commit to?”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jpe-LKn-4gM “How to find and do work you love by Scott Dinsmore.

I thought wow, great excellent speech, great pointers. I even took notes.

But then I thought “how am I gonna get my loft by doing a community garden, building houses, making organic goat soap and milk, raising chickens, making an urban farm, building cheap, portable housing for the homeless, cbd, singing and writing music, traveling to other countries, teaching art classes, teaching therapy sessions, helping animals, building art installations, dancing/singing theatre, party planning, organizing community events/cultural festivals, inspiring others to think healthy, positive thoughts, design clothes, paint masterpieces, building art installations, blowing glass, welding metal, making pottery and windows, constructing furniture, build a cafe, make an adult playground, marriage counseling, and selling therapy bible study books out my renovated living van?”

“I’ll probably need a lot of money to start?”

He asked what inspires you and a lot of shit came up....sorry.

He said “What do you think is your impossible? Push past that limit. What do you think you can't do? What did others say you couldn’t do?”

And then I just thought “Bitch, just pick some fucking baby steps. You do too much.”

I’ll probably have to live on some lady’s farm in Oregon to learn how to raise chickens and goats Lol. But if that’s what it takes, so be it.

Better than climbing up a corporate job ladder to be a marketing manager about products that actually hurt people. I hate sales and I hate being forced to put a smile on for shit I don’t care about.

It’s like when mom used to make me wash dishes and ask, “You got a problem?”

No, I just don’t see how me cleaning up after you and your kids because I live here is supposed to help me grow into an independent adult. I told you I wasn’t thinking about kids at age 12, so why start now?

“Shut up and fix your face.”

Nahhh....I think I’ll start somewhere else Corporate America. I need a job that’s gonna teach me how to accomplish my dreams. Not keep me down to where I can’t make them happen on the weekend because of my 40 hours a week of boring. Sorry, its just not for me.

I would rather live in a cabin in the woods than to force myself to care about something that isn’t for me or that Im just “ok” with.

I never truly understood why mom would come home so pissed and frustrated at me about her job. But then I realized, she had me at 22 during her last year in college, didn’t want to tell her job that she had a kid, but was a factory supervisor for years while we were in Florida. And then they closed the plant and she had to move to Mississippi. She was depressed and I didn’t know it. She would always tell me “Sometimes you gotta do things you don’t wanna do.”

After she told me her job made her depressed, I said “then why work there?”

She said “dont you want me keep buying all those new clothes and games?”

I said “I’d rather see you happy, than depressed, sad and upset. I don’t care about those things. Cause You’re more important to me.”

And then she quit.

Pray for me y'all. I don’t wanna go down that path my momma went down until it was too late.

#real life #its hard being an adult

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illusionlock · 6 years

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Belief and Persuasion- Chapter 1

hey folks! i’ve been working on a little batim prequel fanfic for a while n its finally done! its a little long, so im dividing it in 8 chapters total!

if you want to read more, i’ll be tagging this under ‘bap fic’ on my blog!

summary:

Joey Drew gives an interview about how he managed to build his empire, and focuses on the two things needed most: belief and persuasion, the latter of which is trickier. As he talks about his philosophy, we can see examples of his influence at work.

This chapter: Joey has a little talk with Alice Angel.

The interviewer tapped his pen on the page, freshly scribbled on with ink, preparing for his next question. He licked his lips, and held his breath for a minute, letting it form in his mind, as he stared at Joey Drew, the successful creator of Joey Drew Studios, smiling big as usual.

"So, it's clear you've built your animated empire out of dreams, and you've gotten so far now. What would you say would be the biggest pillars you've relied on to reach your dreams?" The interviewer finally shot out.

Joey, grin unfaltering, answered: "Two things: belief, and persuasion."

"Belief, because if you don't believe in what you want, how can you know you'll be willing to go through the very end to get to it? But any human being is capable of belief, so it alone, as reluctant as I am to admit it, is not enough." Joey went on, explaining. "That's where persuasion comes in."

He leaned forward, and now he seemed to be staring intently at the interviewer, who somehow then felt unnerved, exposed to Joey's studying eyes. He suddenly felt as if pulled in a lecture.

"You see, people aren't always going to believe the same things you believe in. They might tell you you're silly, that what you're saying just can't be. You need persuasion to show how serious you are about it." Joey said.

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Alice paced around impatiently, darting her eyes once every few seconds to the Bendy clock that hung up the wall. Susie should have been there by then. Why was she late? She couldn't understand it.

Finally, she heard the lift coming down and her face lit up in hope and excitement, a happy gasp escaping her lips as she dashed to meet her beloved voice actress.

What she saw, however, was no one other than Joey Drew, calmly lowering himself into the floor. Alice frowned.

"Where's Susie?" She demanded.

"Now, now, Susie will be coming around eventually." Joey explained, as he came out of the lift on his wheelchair. "I just wanted to talk with you for a little bit."

"Oh... sure, what is it, Mr. Drew?" Alice relaxed, although she was disappointed.

"Well, I've got bad news and good news. I'm gonna go ahead and tell you the bad news first, because they're important to understanding the good news." He explained as he put his arm around her waist and led her around.

She did not protest, although she felt a bit uncomfortable. "Alright... go on."

"Well, for one, sales on your merchandise have been really down. The figure of Alice Angel hasn't been selling too well lately; people want more of a spark to your character." Joey said.

"I... I'm sad too, and it's unfortunate, but I'm not just a character anymore. I'm my own being. You can't act as if it's my fault, as if I am a character to be modified and added a 'spark' to." Alice glared at Joey. He'd never given up on acting as if they were still his property.

"Ah, of course, what I mean is- well, we'll save the best for last. Second, ah, will you look at this cutout with me, Alice?" He stopped before a cardboard cutout of Alice and gestured to it. Sure enough, Alice looked like her own self.

"That's me. What's so special about it?" Alice looked at him in confusion.

"Not quite." Joey lit up a cigarette and took a puff of it and blew in the direction of the cutout.

"Huh?" Alice raised an eyebrow, still puzzled.

"Look at her head, look at yours. Don't you think they're a bit... disproportional?" Joey pointed out.

Alice didn't say anything but felt over her head and face, as if comparing herself to the cutout. He was right. Alice's head was smaller than the actual vision they had of her as a cartoon character.

"So I'm a little bit different. So what? I'm still Alice Angel." She looked at him, noticing the grin that formed on his lips.

"Well, that's just the thing, you're not quite perfect. You still have a chance of reforming, Alice, and what's better; you can come out not just perfect, even better! Full of personality, spark, everything the public wants! We'll even get you a new voice actress!" Joey had shifted into a state of eagerness, as if he was a con man trying to sell out his amazing new cure.

Alice felt her ink blood boil. Fighting all her instincts to not yell at her boss, she spit out, quick and sharp: "I think I'd rather not. You are a human. You don't know what it's like to be forced to stay in those dark, miserable puddles, fighting to come back as a perfect form. I'll take longer even to make myself something new! And I don't want to! I am myself, and I don't want a new voice actress. Susie and I have a connection, and you cannot take that away."

"Alice, be reasonable, it's just a friendly-" Joey started, but Alice had not finished.

"Or are you jealous because Bendy spends more time with your employees than with you?" She shot out.

Joey, for once, felt his grin falter into a grimace. "Y-you... spunky little angel, aren't you? Well, haha, that's why I gave you these here horns." He pointed to the top of her head. "But you know, my offer still stands, and one day, you're going to want it, because I'll want it too, maybe even more badly than you."

He had gained a sinister air as he uttered that last phrase, and Alice felt taken aback. Thankfully, she heard the lift coming down, and a familiar, quite charming voice:

"Hello! Am I late?"

Alice sighed in relief as Joey seemed to disappear and she ran past him, up to the lift.

"Susie! I'm so glad you came!"

#don't be scared. i am here with you.#bap fic #bendy and the ink machine #batim #joey drew #susie campbell #alice angel

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cheerisuu · 5 years

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Im Back.

Boy, how time flies fast when you’re busy keeping things feel right. I mean, they’re supposed to be. I’m going to make this update as quick as i can and as precise as i can, bet i cant do both tho lmao.

It has been approximately 3 weeks since Rock Bottom (i guess it’s what you call it? Well, close.) and things has been quite, nice.

The month of July has really been a journey of what felt like forever. Today is the 12th of the month and i have come to the point where i realised that the mind is the only thing that keeps us from doing or achieveing something that we want. And this applies to a couple of situations:

I learned how to do a buck tuck.

This is one of the few things i achieved as i underwent through a “therapaeutic healing” after the incident. I surrounded myself with the few people that im friends with in our Pep Squad and fortunately my friend Dapitanon, P. also had a common friend which made our days more progressive. Just the act of cheering for each other to do one’s best really lifts everyone’s morale.

“It’s really all in the mind.”

We ARE physically capable of doing things but our mind seems to think that there’s an invisible obstacle that prevents us from pursuing what we want to achieve. I realise this as we were practicing for a back tuck, which i proudly achieved (with a spotter pa hehe). But that achievement was already some proof that if i can have control over my body, i can do all things if i just believe just enough to do it right. Heck, I think I’ll attach my tuck video somewhere on here.

1st of July.

We went to a dog cafe.

Idk what’s with me but i really like to do something special at least once a month with him and WITHOUT telling him. After all, I can’t just let myself be carried away with the emotions that lead me almost to the verge of thinking it was over, right? So despite our awkwardness and difference of treatment (slight), I still picked him up (with miraculously good timing too) with our Navara and was able to use it for the whole day before returning it back to my Granddad’s. Did i mention he got car sick? It was the cutest. (Am i weird for saying that? Doesn’t matter tho lmao) i thought of going to the dog cafe cause i was thinking, “Hey dogs can like help with your mental and emotional health right? So why the frick not.” Im surely going to post a little GIF here somewhere on how cute the doggos were. And when i tell you, dogs CAN bring the purest out of anyone. We literally were like talking to babies man and boy the dogs were HUUGE, only the pugs were like “hey hooman u can luv me unlyk diz oder bitchez” haha. But if ever things do go well for us in the future, we are DEFINITELY going to get a golden retriever man. It’s my dream!

Anyways, we also got to watch our first movie as “barkada pero gusto ang isat isa” or BPGAII, it was Toy Story 4. And bitch, dont get me started on how we were wondering if it was a child’s movie or not coz boi, we did NOT like the jump scares at ALL. But still, me being an emotional, soft potato, it still made me cry in the end. The meaning behind was great it was all about taking the risk, which was kind fitting? For him at least hekhek. Basically Woody chose to be with his hoe, Bo, for Buzz, his bro. But this aint no movie review so, *boop.

I gave him my skin care?

Ok tbh this was so random right. He realised my skin was glowing better (coz bitch, we aint lettin no sadness ruin this skin ya feel?) so he asked what was i using cos he was contemplating on his gorgeous face that he was getting ugly now. (The audacity, am i right?? Lol) so i CLEARLY (no pun intended) put into the effort of giving him some travel bottles and put in some samples of what moisturiser and micellar water i was using right, and i guess it worked out well? I also got to drive it TO him still. But the good side of this was i was able to be with my Granddad and spend some time together as his driver hihi.

LADY DRIVER.

So I’m getting good at this driving thing right, as driving from Malaybalay to Cagayan, Davao to Tagum and vice versa, Tagum to Maco and back. So i might as well be good at city driving and yall cant tell me otherwise lol,

(SIDENOTE:except for the fact i got stopped by the Yellow Ranger in Ecoland coz i was at the left lane at a traffic light and my mom told me to go straight WHICH WAS WRONG I GUESS THATS A THING RIGHT, so i was almost charged 1500 pesoses. But thank Heezuz i was with my mom and she was able to talk through the officer but sadly we had to name drop my Granddad since he was a known regional director at LTO before. Sorry Pops, i swear it’ll be the first and last time.)

Back to real time, i helped him with his errands and was really lucky with the timing coz my Dad went off for a trip and my mom was left with his car. So yup, got the chance to borrow it for half of the day and drove all the way to Maa to get a keyboard his friend is letting him use for the mean time, her name is Jen and she’s the sweetest. (No backstory will be dropped for privacy). Aight, so we drove back to their house at Magallanes but didn’t have enough time to say hi to his folks coz it was noon and they were on siyestas, right. I still regret why i didnt like fake-pee or something tho. HahahahahahahDONTJUDGE. We ate for some late lunch at SML and felt korek coz before we joke about “asa ta nag park?” And now we get to be in the situation haha. It’s funny coz just when i thought things were detoriating between us, the world just chooses to keep things tight and close and say something like “oh, u guys are having an emotional conflict and struggle about ur relationship? Here are things that only REAL couples do and i hope u enjoy em!!” Dumbass. Jokes aside, I drove him home and goodbyes are still awkward, but i was starting to understand the type of ‘low-key’ he means.

Usapang Gym.

Oh wow it’s already the fifth point. If you manage to read this far, congrats! You get nothing but to keep on reading this rollercoaster wreck lmao. I wasn’t expecting he would pay the whole month at our gym and expects me to come with him. And it came to me: i kept on thinking that i should ask for assurance but in reality, he really does mean what he said about just being “me”. Things were different but things also got better. It’s like losing some and gaining some right? Like a body excrcising, losing weight, gaining muscle, idk its a weak analogy but its close enough for yall to understand. It’s our first week today, (it’s Friday) i hope i could keep up tho haha. I guess I’ll keep progress updated? Idkidkidk. Also, i got to mention thats he is VAIN af. Idk if its a good thing or just a tragedy waiting to happen haha. I also became his coach, (oha san kapa haha), he told me he wanted help with increasing his verticle as he would help me with abdominals. So i bought sets of ankle weights only to find out the first one didnt suit him so i had to buy another set. AND IT WAS HALF THE PRICE I BOUGHT THE FIRST SET AND IT WAS BETTER. Prices will be disclosed. (250) So i like, i do my own workout right and he suddenly shows his hot-headed side of things coz he was upset he had to go home early coz there was this no-towel-no-workout policy at my gym so we had to cut our day short.

In times like these, my mind just goes to places to different situations. All the what-ifs start filling up my mind on how he could react to other situations that would cause a similar effect on what his character was showing right. But in the end, i still give kudos to myself coz im able to keep up and cope with how quick his personality changes sometimes. And sometimes, im the one with a crack on the head lmao. Well, most of the time.

TAKE AWAYS.

Fast forward to this very moment, its 11:30 in the evening and im recalling all of this on a positive note. Today was an addition to a great day we had as a rest day from gym. We watched Spiderman: Far From Home and i guess its now my current favorite and HAD to watch it twice.

Speaking of Twice, bruh i want to do a dance cover so bad of #Fancy or #YesOrYes coz i been itching and the choreo is sooo goood! Not to mention Twice was in Manila last 29th of June. *sighs in broke* but i cant say it was the best concert from them coz there were complications like Jungyeon had a sty and was wearing an eye patch the whole concert, Dahyun got sick after along with Mina who wont be attending the 2019 Twicelights Worldtour because she gets anxiety attacks and feels insecure about performing on stage suddenly. I mean i know you got no idea what im talking about but its just sad to think of the fact that even someone so adored by many people, someone who has great physical, social and emotional support, can still feel the lack of these mentally. And if you’re one of those people who feels anxious about anything? I hope you get well soon and i hope you find the true meaning of your purpose in this simulation, because you are not alone. x

In addition to almost wrapping this up, i also treated myself again something from Adidas (coz again, bitch, if no man gon treat me i gon treat myself! HAHA!) which i later on realise i now own 3 bags from there and thinking to get a fourth one....someone help me¿ i also have to mention i already treated myself about a week ago (🎶) by waxing my own axillae, grooming my own brows, a gorgeous lippie from Beauty Cottage called Elegant Impressionist shade #9 Byzantine for half its original price haha, nothing beats fishing me through a sale. Speaking of treat, my Dad gave me my first pair of Tigers man and i cant help but tell yall its the same pair that the He wanted and it totally pissed him off that i got the pair he wanted first so bad and now he doesn’t know what to do coz he’s afraid if we have the same pair we might wear it at the same time and it would be cringy and weird (now for normal people that would sound cute right, matching kicks and all. But no. Not in this lifetime.), since im just blabbering of how im spoiling myself might as well end it here folks.

Guess I’ll keep you updated on how stuff might go on from now since class is fast approaching. Tomorrow I guess I’ll be attending a send-off party for our friend she’s going to the U.S soon. Oh, did i mention the re-run for Endgame is out? 🤔

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impala-dreamer · 7 years

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Whitlock Manor - Chapter Eight

SPN FanFic

~Y/N and the Winchesters work a haunting in Rhode Island that quickly turns into something very unexpected…~

Reader, Dean, Sam

1,253 Words

Series Blanket Warning: NSFW. Sexual Content, Mild Violence, Character Injury.

A/N: Hope you’re enjoying this! Let me know what you think.

Chapters: ~ One ~ Two ~ Three ~ Four ~ Five ~ Six ~ Seven ~ Eight ~ Nine ~ Ten ~

Dean ran through the Manor with Y/N in his arms. He had wrapped her in his blue flannel and cradled her against his chest, holding her tightly as he flew back to the massive staircase, hoping to run into Sam.

He found a plush sofa in the Den and lay Y/N down carefully on it. He pressed his bandana to her head and sighed gratefully when it came back dry. Dean was sitting next to her, holding her hand when Sam found them. He burst through the open door, a man on a mission, carrying Sarah’s diary in his hand.

“Dean!” he called to his brother upon seeing his head pop up from in front of the sofa. “What are you doing? Did you find Y/N?”

Dean nodded solemnly and looked down at her unconscious form.

Sam rounded the furniture and fell to his knees when he saw Y/N. “What happened?” his voice cracked as he ran his hand down her warm cheek. Sam kissed her forehead and closed his eyes as Dean recounted the attack in the garage. When his brother was done he sat back on his heels and opened his eyes, ready to finish working the case. That's when he noticed Y/N draped in Dean's oversized flannel.

“Why is she wearing your shirt Dean?” he asked, slowly climbing to his feet.

Dean fumbled and then cleared his throat, deciding on full disclosure. “We...have been kind of hooking up all night.” Dean cringed when Sam's eyes transformed from concerned to sad. “I think it's got something to do with the house, or the ghosts, I don't know what but it's like we can't control it. She's insatiable. And I can't… I mean, it's not like I've ever really even thought about it before...and then...she jumped on me and… she's so… and her tongue…”

“Stop.”

“Something just comes over us, it's like a cold...pushing hand...and I have to have her...and she's just a bundle of sex and it's like...her mouth is so…”

“Enough!” Sam yelled, stopping Dean's rambling confession.

Dean clamped his lips shut. The silence was harsh. Dean stood there, confused and quiet as waves of anger pulsed from his younger brother. “Wait… did you guys?”

“No.”

“Because you seem a little…”

“Did you have sex with her?” Sam asked with sad eyes, searching Dean’s face for his tells.

Dean shook his head and looked down at his boots. “Not like… intercourse…”

Sam balled his fists and turned away, his face filling with blood, reddening his cheeks.

“Am I missing something?” Dean asked, looking between Y/N and Sam.

Sam took a deep breath and pushed everything away. He did not look back at Dean, but picked up the diary and handed it to him as he began relaying the new information he had gathered. “Lindsey, the nanny, was pregnant with Frederick's child. She went to him and begged him to leave Sarah and marry her instead. Obviously he refused.”

“And Lindsey lost her shit and started waving butcher knives around?” Dean interjected, flipping slowly through the pages of the diary.

“Yeah.” Sam finally turned back to face his brother. “That's what it looks like.”

“Then why are all the ghosts attacking Y/N?”

“I haven't gotten that far yet Dean.” Sam sighed and brushed his hands through his hair. “Let's just burn them all.”

Night had fallen around the Rhode Island coast. The cloudless autumn afternoon had given way to an inky black sky peppered with sparkling pinpoint stars and a glowing orange moon.

Y/N woke up alone, cold and confused in the Den. Her head ached and she became dizzy when she stood up, forcing her back down to the cushions for a moment.

The dim lights flickered and she raised her eyes to see the spirit of yet another Whitlock child standing in accusation, pointing a short, pale finger in her direction. Y/N shook her head and pushed herself up off of the couch. “What do you want from me?” She was no longer scared, she was tired and annoyed. Her voice cut through the chilled air, ringing through the room, but had no effect on the ghost. “You don’t wanna talk to me? Fine. I’ll just leave.” Y/N shrugged and turned towards the door. Before she reached it, it slammed shut, locked by tiny invisible hands. Y/N rolled her eyes, “What else you got?” She mocked the ghost as she slowly backed up to the fireplace and grabbed the iron poker from it’s place against the marble mantle. “You wanna play? Come on! I dodged all your books and utensils, whatchoo got for me now?”

The child ghost flashed before her, and Y/N swung the poker, shattering the translucent visage in a flurry of sparks. The door unlocked and Y/N spent no time running through the mahogany portal, rushing through the hall, calling for the boys.

“Sam!” Her words were visible in the suddenly cold air.

“Dean! Come on guys!” The wall scones blinked on and off behind her and Y/N took off, weapon in hand, running through the mansion in search of her friends.

“At least they’re all in one spot and we didn’t have to go hunting for them.” Dean had been chatting the entire time they were outside; trying to get Sam to talk to him while they turned over the cold earth. “What’s this gonna be, nine birds, one stone?” Dean laughed and tossed his shovel up onto the ground, pulling himself out of the final hole.

Sam ignored him, pouring salt on the other bones they had uncovered.

“You just gonna give me the silent treatment forever?” Dean pushed him, brushing dirt from his jeans.

“Probably,” Sam barked.

“He speaks!” Dean joked. “You want to tell me what the problem is, or should I just keep guessing?”

“You know what the problem is Dean.” Sam tossed the last of the salt into Sarah’s grave.

“No, I don’t.”

Sam growled and turned to face his brother. “You and Y/N. That’s my problem.”

“Why? I told you, it’s the ghosts or something. I can’t control it! She attacked me.” Sam looked away, his jaw clenched tight. “Wait… do you… you like her don’t you?”

Sam shook his head, trying to get Dean to drop the subject. “You do! Dude, since when?”

“Since forever Dean! You’d know that if you bothered to open your eyes. I’m fucking in love with her, man!”

The revelation shut Dean up. He had had no idea about Sam’s feelings. They were all friends, at least that’s what he’d thought. Sure, maybe Y/N was a little more gentle with Sam, they sat a little closer, touched a little more often but…

“Does she know?” he asked finally.

“I don’t know,” Sam replied sadly. “I never said anything.” He picked up the red gas can and uncapped it. “I should have said something.”

“It’s not too late you know.”

A loud crash came from the house. The boys looked up to see a second story window shattered, Y/N’s body pressed up against the panes. She screamed, her voice echoing through the dark night, riding the wind to their ears, “Sam!”

The brothers exchanged panicked looks. “Burn them, I got her.” Dean said as he took off towards the house.

Sam’s heart raced as he doused the caskets in gasoline, straining his ears to listen to the battle raging inside.

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Cuomo ran the group of new patients claiming to have not gone out and it is determined they lied.

Now his team has only hand viewed to double check 39% of the patients to ensure the accuracy of,the SMS which is great. The National Guard is his team he is using. And in that now 42% they all have lied and had gone out at least two times in the last seven days to shop in a grocer or bodega or big box store. It appears they have been hoarding.

So we just wanted to update. This is live information.

And so no worries about unnatural poisoning

They are naturally getting COVID activated by going out.

So, he asks me "well what do you want to do?"

"Well they're going to be dying so..."

Nothing...

They've punished themselves. Thankfully we can waste our time to find out they are liars. Had they not lied we would have A lot of people doing something else. However SMS: BrightGady is so new it's great practice so it's just kind of a balanced out situation.

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I'm not quite sure how we have done... Because this reminds me of taking what the bodies stolen had accumulated and saving it for the victims that the bodies were stolen from.

Tree says he has a Master Website for Government and Officials only including Military. But true humans only can access.

The hoarding and thinking about my old house in Brooklyn where Blue was murdered... It reminded me.. Little flashes of memory...

So I don't recall fully the discussion we had but we felt it right that the lives were stolen as the bodies were so the goods and livelihood should remain for the victims provided the thief made an honest living. Like having a job and paycheck like normal. Not human trafficking. Although we made provisions for those victims for $20/hr full tome 40 hours for 20 years and retirement accounts. So they get all that cash to buy homes and etc. Start fresh.

See some aliens kept baby pictures and birth certificate and keep sakes from childhoods of the victims and so we wanted those to be returned.

And we decided to use magic if,necessary if,items were destroyed. Like we would also find the items from the dump and magically restore them to brand new or to their perfection.

Because as we play with toys we do things to destroy or alter them

Like I didn't have a cabbage patch doll. But that's all Heather had. I only had handmade dolls. And a Rainbow Brite... So I wrote on the ass of my dolls and drew belly buttons to make them more like Heather's...

I thought it would make me happier.... Because I was always sad to leave her house. It did not. But Heather was supportive and so was her mom... Although i knew they weren't the same. They told me my doll was good enough and i should chill out because my doll actually looked like Heather and I said "well im glad i did it then because all Heather has is cabbage patch dolls and so now when I look And i am reminded of Heather then i look at the butt... I don't see this as a pervert thing or aliens cause look at how stiff the legs are, it's like when we we're abducted... Now I see how we have healed and so i see how now we can play and move about freely unlike this doll" and i slammed it on the table... And Bobby talked to me... And ....

So, that doll. I don't have it Any more. I put it down the garbage shoot one day because I was afraid of aliens and I felt it gave me some power and freedom. Like it was a voodoo doll i got rid of. To stop the pain and the hurt. My friend wasn't a doll. She was real. And I wanted to keep my friend real.

Yet I would want that doll back if we were magic returning shit to all humans. Because that doll was my childhood. And I would want her ass all drawn all over m because that is what made it mine. It how I owned my feelings,about being abducted into UFOs.

So I had dump truck we got at a garage sale... Beat up.. Rusted... Metal edges that would,cut the shit out of you -- but Bobby she fixed it. She put band aids on the sharp edges. "So you won't need one, we give one to the truck"

I loved that dam thing. I would want it all rusted and old.

But other things we would want brand new. Like carpet. Not that it was a toy but... I liked the carpet..m I definitely would want it fresh... That's all I could think of that day...

So this is a different topic. But...

So liars and breathing life into things in landfills...

I'll seem like a liar for awhile... Because it will take so long... But wait we will.

Cuomo gives us refreshing bad news.

Tree could have told us... But man we keep them busy

I'm thankful they created the SMS: BrightGady

Elon Musk keeps complaining as well as the Trumps that their spy satellites do not work. And keep asking me how to make them work. That makes me happy. Joyful and filled with peace

I forbade them to send them to space. They did not listen. I demanded myself to break them all using destructive magic. I ordered them to be broken. I was violently angry.

So it gives me calm peace they ask me how to make them work. Because I know they never will. Not while their souls exist.

They're living up there. They made space station... That is why they're connected. They're homes.

But they have weapons and they have kidnapped babies and bodies. They can't take their human bodies with them. Its too late for that.

COVID will kill them. The North Korean leader is aboard as well. Others have plans to join. They're All going to die.

They had to return to their home planet. They keep attempting to attack Mars.

They don't belong to Mars. When they go to attack Mars They are bounced or thrown back to where we see them in the sky. Because it is the responsibility of Earth to ensure those Alien souls are surrendered and disposed of.

They can't have our bodies and go destroy other planets in doing so will cause MORE interplanetary wars. More alien invasion to revenge what they do.

So they can't leave.... They will continue to return to our atmosphere until they die.

It is our responsibility to destroy the evil that exists upon it. Otherwise danger can occur to our planet.

We must keep it safe.

And so Elon Musk sure as Hell isn't going to spy on us either. Nor be able to use the weapons he thought he could. Everything he thought he could do our want to. He will not. He will simply continue to live while he waits to die. That is all.

The baby be just had was "adopted" it is not his

He can't have kids. It is not an illegal alien privilege.

Your planet must be accepted by Earth to have the right to give birth, to procreate. To live.

We have accepted 32.

Frowned on 89, four remain to attempt to take over.

The other 89 planets, we just killed them all. Everytime they came. So they just quit coming.

We provide land and housing for them. They have a community, they must remain in that section of land only and we observe them, their rules and behavior. If they don't enrich the ways of Earth or have the same basic boundaries of human concept, we "frown upon therm" and we release them from the Earth's atmosphere. If they refuse to leave the same way they arrived, then we kill them and send their souls home. Then we kill any UFO that is from that same entire solar system that attempts to land on our planet.

And now because of these 4 planets. We will never allow another alien ship to enter our solar system.

We will not ever rescue another planet. Not the way we have in the past.

They have damaged Earth so much that it is HELL to live here on just any regular day. And we hate them.

We want our planet back. We have to save ourselves and never allow destruction again.

I have learned how to destroy other planets with magic. So when a planet attempts to destroy ours or another, simply one must notify me. And I will destroy their entire planet.

Some I do make better... Because they just want what we have .... We frown on them as humanity goes.

But what they want is creation... So I can magic pyramids and trees and Magic Men onto their planets. And we can see if they have anything we admire on their planet and alter it for our own.

Its called working together.

That's why we have the space stations that we do have. To look at other planets and talk to each other without invasion. Without being on the planet of others.

So we have the right to attack and kill anything that attempts to land.

Elon Musk's satellite systems are UFO because he has not properly identified what is on board to the people of the Earth.

So he may not land.

He's not wanting to anyway

But makes me super giddy with laughter. Something is gonna happen...

We will wait and see...

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