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honeypirate · 3 years

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Flower in the Sun

AU where Beni has a mom (I don’t know if he doesn’t I just know about his adoptive father/master)

Benimaru x Fem!Reader

Not edited don’t hate me for the many mistakes

5.5k words

You tried to focus on the celebration, tried to let go of all the stress you felt right now, but it was difficult considering you JUST moved here less than a year ago, opened your shop in town and lived above it, and now your whole apartment/shop was obliterated. back to basically square one for who knows how long.

You sat by the edge of the celebration, chewing on your lip as you thought about your options. You’d have to move your shop back to the barn on the gardens you have outside of town but you didn’t get as much business that way.. plus you can’t really sleep there. You could move back in with your mother but she lived near company 3 and baked them a cake every sunday, your sisters family lived in the Shinjuku District but they were holy sol nuts and you really didn’t want to have to ask them of all people. So the barn was the only real option right now, no bed but at least it has a roof and a door with a lock. A voice cuts through your thoughts and you pay attention when you realize it belongs to Benimaru

‘If I wrecked your house last night feel free to stay at the guardhouse until it’s fixed. It won't take too long.” you felt a weight lift off your shoulders as you watched those without homes gather around him for details, you pick yourself up and walk over to the group so you could hear what to do.

At the guard house you are directed to a small room at the back since you were just one person and not a family. You didn't mind that it was a small space or that you were farther away from anyone else, you were just grateful you could stay in Asakusa and keep your business running. You are told that you can help yourself to breakfast in the morning and dinner will be served for everyone at night and you were given a few essential toiletries.

When you are certain that everyone else staying there had used the showers, you gave it some extra time so that the hot water will replenish before you made your way silently down the quiet halls of the guard house.

You walk past a door that was open, you glance as you walk by and see Benimaru help bandage Konro, the sight brought a small smile to your lips as you continued your course to the showers.

Their conversation after you passed went something like this

“Waka”

“I saw her”

“She's beautiful. You should..”

“No”

Konro sighs “if you don't, maybe I wilL”

“You’re such a pain in the ass”

Your shower was amazing, they really spared no expense on the quality of shampoo and conditioner. You were so glad to not smell like smoke anymore as you changed into a new set of clothes, they were too big and just a fire force soldier shirt and jumper, but you didn't care. They were clean and comfortable. You folded your dirty clothes into a small stack and carried it back to your room, making a mental note to run to the clothing store in the next few days.

The next morning you are up at dawn, walking through the still quiet hallways towards the kitchen. You get warm in the baggy jumpsuit so you undo it halfway and tie the arms around your waist before you open the doorway. Inside there is a long table with different foods set out and at the end is Benimaru and Konro. You bow to them “thank you for letting me stay” you say, your voice as quiet as the morning. “I’m sorry for destroying your home.” Benimaru says and you rise, a smile on your lips as you make your way farther into the room before kneeling down in front of the table across from Konro.

“You’re Y/N L/N who owns the herb and flower shop” Konro says, recognizing you now that you were up close. You nod and reach out, grabbing some bread “yes I am, although my shop will now be run from the gardens just outside of town until it is rebuilt. My herb garden was on top of my apartment building so some special herbs will be out of stock for a while” you laugh and rip a piece of bread and put it in your mouth. “There is a garden behind the guardhouse that is hardly used, feel free to plant whatever you like” Benimaru says and you blush before bowing your head “thank you very much Captain Shinmon.” He frowns and Konro chuckles under his breath “just call me Benimaru” he says and you nod “of course. Benimaru” you notice the sunrise outside and stand again “thank you again, for breakfast as well” you say with a bow before leaving the room, your unfinished bread in your hand to finish on your way to the gardens. you had to set up your new shop in the barn on the flower farm you made sure to leave as early as you could since that would take a while, good thing you had one employee to help you, your close friend Jo.

One eye like a bullseye and one like an X. you couldn’t look away from him even if you wanted to. Here he was, in your shop, pursuing the already made bouquets you had made that morning and the potted plants Jo had taken care of. You watched him talk to Jo for a second from your spot at the back counter, before resuming his shopping.

You could hear Jo next to you saying your name but it didn’t register that she was talking to you until she walked in front of your vision “huh?” you ask and she glares “huh?! I have been practically shouting at you for the past five minutes. Could you take your eyes off of the Captain for a second please?” your cheeks turn red as you look down sheepishly “sorry Jo” you whisper and she laughs at you then says “he’s actually looking for you, oh flower master” you gasp and look up into her eyes “WHAT?” you practically shout and then crouch down behind the counter when you see his head turn. Your coworker leans over the side and says “and he’s coming this way now. good job dummy” before she leaves “fuuuck” you whisper and panic, how are you going to okay this off? “didn’t know you hated me this much y/n. Is it because I destroyed your home?”

You dip your head back to look up at his face which is now looking over at you as he leans over the counter. His facial expression was uninterested but he had curious eyes. His voice was monotone, like he had way more things to be doing than this mediocre errand. You pop to your feet, your face feeling like 100 degrees. “No!! I mean yes! I mean!Ugh” you sigh and close your eyes, stealing a moment before opening your eyes, a customer service smile and voice when you say “no, I dont hate you. Sorry i'm just a little flustered. How may i help you today?”

“I need some flowers and when you mentioned your garden at breakfast I thought I would come down. I need whatever says “i’m sorry for not coming to dinner for 5 months i still love you mom” you bite back a giggle as you think of his mom, a regular at your shop who would come just to talk “say no more, come with me and we will build you a perfect bouquet” he nods and you grab a flower basket and a knife, leading him out the side door into the garden.

“So these ones are blue hyacinths, they represent peace and truth” he hums before shaking his head “no” he says and you chuckle, leading him down a few rows before stopping again “these are called star of bethlehem, they mean reconciliation” he leans in close “i like these ones” he says and you smile “perfect” you say and reach out cutting a few and adding them to your basket before walking down a few more rows.

You spend half an hour looking around at the flowers and chatting easily. “So why haven't you been to dinner with your sweet mother? She comes in every once in a while and only has nothing but kind things to say about you” you ask while you finish the arrangement of star of bethlehem, yellow roses, white ivy flowers, spider mums, and lily of the valley. You spruced it up with some ivy greenery and the last of the rosemary and chamomile flowers in the shop, the seeds you’re going to plant back at the guard house were already in your bag in the back.

The bouquet you made was beautiful and you felt proud as you tied around a few ribbons “Just busy is all” he says and you hand the bouquet over “well, tell her y/n from the flower shop says hi” he nods “i will. thank you y/n” he says, his fingers brushing yours as he takes the flowers. “Will i see you at dinner?” he asks and you smile “wouldn't miss it” he nods “good Konro will stop asking me now” you chuckle, does that mean Konro likes you? You push the thought aside “have a good rest of your day, Benimaru” you say and he gives you a small smile “you as well” you notice the flush of pink on his neck as he exits the shop.

“Ohhh these are lovely! Are they from y/n’s garden??” Beni nods “she say’s hi by the way” his mom smiles and brings the flowers into the kitchen to grab a vase “that girl is so sweet, she always remembers FooFoo and if i bring her with she gives her treats.” Benimaru feels his heart warm as he crouches down to scratch the tiny head of the senior dog laying on the floor. “She moved her shop to her garden until it’s rebuilt” he says, remembering the way he felt her eyes on him in the store, the way her hair shown in the sunlight as she brought him around her garden, telling him about the means behind every flower he asked about, the way the conversation was easy. He found himself wanting to talk to her again, trying to find any reason to go back to your garden. “Benimaru!” his mom shouts and he looks up to her “sorry ma” he says and she just shakes her head with a smile “shes quite beautiful isnt she?” his mom says as she places the flowers in the vase “yeah” Beni says “she is”

When you get back to the guard house after work it’s already dark and quiet, you had a lot of work to do once you closed and it unfortunately made you miss dinner. You roll your shoulders as you take off your shoes by the back gate, picking them up as you walk into the back garden. You hum softly to yourself as you find a watering can and hose, filling it up halfway and bringing it with you over to the garden boxes filled with dry dirt. You chuckle at the sight “poor unfortunate neglected dirt, not for long tho” you whisper as you wet the soil, sure you could plant more things at your garden around your flowers but if you did both you'd have more supply when they were grown. Plus it was the perfect time to plant. You kneel by the garden box and mix up the soil so it was all wet and combined before planting the seeds. Unaware of the man on the back porch watching you as you went, a smile on his lips.

You snap your fingers and the hanging lanterns above you light, making your face glow as you look up and make eye contact with Benimaru, a smile on your lips when you notice his shocked expression. He recovers quick with a smile you can tell he’s trying to hide “you missed dinner” he states and you chuckle “I’m sorry to make you miss me” you say with a chuckle “Would you like to help me?” your voice was quiet but he heard it like it was right by his ear.

He stands from his spot and walks over to you, his feet making soft sounds when they hit the dirt. He kneels down next to you and you take his hands in yours, making him cup them, the dirt on your hands rubbing off on him. “Take some of these” you dump some seeds into his hands “and plant them in a row, a couple finger widths apart and a knuckle deep” he nods as he follows your orders, you start on another row and hum softly as you go.

“You’re a pyrokinetic” he says and you chuckle “kind of. I mean. I never had any training so I can’t fight or anything with it. Nothing compared to your talents. But technically yes” “You’ve watched me so often you know of my talents?” he asks and you watch as his fingers push seeds into a neat row. You chuckle “yes, im not ashamed to say it. You’re captivating and insanely talented.” His cheeks flush and he clears his throat “is..is this right?” He asks and pulls his dirt covered empty hands away “that’s perfect Beni” he holds his hand out for more seeds and you smile as you pour some more into his palm.

“These are chamomiles, one of my favorites although common” you say “why do you like it?” he asks and you feel your stomach birth a butterfly or two “when i was younger, my grandma owned the flower garden. She would plant beautiful flowers and let me pick whichever ones I wanted. Then at the end of the day she would let me go pick as many chamomile flowers as i wanted so she could make tea. As we drank tea should tell me stories, I love chamomile because it reminds me of quality time and the stories that can be shared over a good cup of tea”

You finish your story as you both finish planting. You wipe your hands off on your pants as you stand up with him “thank you for your help” you say with a smile that he returns “thank you for the story” you nod “anytime Benimaru” he picks up your shoes and hands them to you before he puts the watering can back and disappears inside the guard house.

You snap your fingers as you walk inside, the lanterns going out before you close the door.

You don’t see Benimaru for the next few days, he wasn’t there for breakfast or dinner, you guess he has fire force duties that keeps him busy but you can't help but wonder how he is.

You get home from work late again, a wedding coming up that has been keeping you busy. You shower and then make your way through the guardhouse to the kitchen, it’s quieter than usual, a few families homes are already built and yours should be soon as well. You walk into the kitchen and smile when you see Beni already there “hi” you whisper as you shuffle to the cupboard to grab a mug and some tea “hi y/n” he says when you stand next to him at the stove, the tea kettle already heating up “can’t sleep?” you ask and he nods. You notice the dark circles under his eyes and how bloodshot they look. You hum in response and frown at the response your heart had when you saw him. Like you wished you could take care of him and rub his back while he lays in bed. “Are you just getting back?” he asks and you nod and cover your mouth as you yawn “yeah. Mrs. Kim’s daughter is getting married sunday and I’ve been making all the arrangements. White peonies, lavender, and ivy, it’s gorgeous” he notices the bandages on your fingers and dark circles under your eyes that almost match his. He wants nothing more to hold you while you both fall asleep. He’s so sleep deprived and he can see you are as well, but his thoughts are cut off by the whistle of the pot. “Do you wanna sit?” he asks and you nod with a smile.

You sit and talk at the little table in the kitchen, the only light coming from the one hanging above the table. It felt like you were in your own world as you talked and shared stories, laughing at the many things he told you about growing up and meeting Konro.

You told him more stories about your grandma, about your childhood. You bonded over mutual feelings for religion and politics, over what you want for the future. Before long you’ve finished a cup of chamomile tea and your second cup has gone cold, at some point he grabbed your hands and was now playing with your fingertips as he told you the story of how he became captain, sharing his fears with you in the safe space of the quiet kitchen. “I think I will always believe that Konro could have been better at this than me” he whispers and you lean forward, reaching up to brush his hair from his forehead before cupping his cheek “for what it’s worth, I think you are perfect” you hear his breath catch as his eyes look up into yours “perfect for this company, for this town. I talk to many of the people who live here and I have only ever heard praise and kindness for you. Your people love you. I know you don't like sweets that much but I’ve seen you accept them AND eat them and that says so much about you. People always give you so many gifts because it’s the only way we know how to give back, to you and the company for protecting the people and always being there.” Your hand slips as you go to move it from his cheek but he moves his hand up, covering yours and holding it in place.

“You may not feel worthy of this mantle, Waka” you smirk and give him a sweet look, knowing about his nickname and using it in this context makes his heart race as a small chuckle escapes his throat. “And no matter what i say, you can live with what makes you comfortable. But know that you are ultimately not living the truth.” He ponders your words for a moment and brings his hand down, taking yours with it. “The truth being that you DO deserve this position. You ARE worthy. You ARE the best and most qualified for this” his fingers laced together with yours “and you have the support of your team and basically the whole city...” your cheeks blush and you look down at your hands together against the table “and you have mine as well” you whisper

Benimaru was gone the next few days, Konro as well. Leaving you in the guard house as more and more families left, able to go back to their newly built homes until only a few of you remained.

Your bare feet plop along the wooden floor, echoing in the empty quiet hallway as you make your way to the back. Your long duster cardigan hitting the back of your ankles and making your shorts and tank top seem even more cozier. The sound of birds makes you smile as you take a deep breath of the fresh morning air, walking to the little garden with a watering can in your hand.

“Good morning” he said softly, his voice strained and tired. You smile and your head snaps up to look at him, your smile falling as you take him in.

You set down the watering can and stand, making your way to him in an instant. “Are you okay?” You ask, your hands reach for him but stop a short distance away. His face had a bandage on his cheek and forehead, his left hand wrapped, and a bruise forming around his left eye. “Just a couple scratches is all” he says, taking one of your hands with his right hand and slowly leads you back to the plants. “They’re growing nicely” he says as he looks down at the sprouts, already a little tall and poking out of the dirt in just a week.

He drops your hand to pick up the watering can, raining down the cool liquid over your plants, the dry lightened dirt turning dark brown. “You’re going to work?” He asks and you shrug “I don’t have anything special to do today, and if I’m being honest” you blush and take the can from his hand, walking to put it away so you didn’t have to look at him “I wanted to go in today so I didn’t think about how much I wanted to talk to you”

His breath catches and his wounds don’t even throb anymore, he wasn’t paying attention. All that matters is the soft way your voice reached his ears, saying something he didn’t even realize he was hoping for. You’ve been missing him, just as much as he seemed to miss you. “Will you get some breakfast with me?” He asks, his voice normal, hiding every anxiety and feeling deep in his heart, but as you turned and met his eye you could see the hope he's feeling in them.

“I was thinking” you say after Konro excuses himself from breakfast, leaving you and Beni alone. “Could you.. I mean. Do you know of anyone who could train me with my abilities? If it’s possible I could get stronger then I want to” your hands are in closed fists against your thighs and you me eyes shone with the determination you feel. He chuckles softly, popping a piece of fruit in his mouth and thinking as he chews. “I think I could figure something out. Tomorrow night work for you?” You beam at him, grinning from ear to ear with excitement “that works perfect!” You place your hand on his arm that rests against the table “Thank you Benimaru” you say softly and he nods, trying desperately to suppress the blush he feels is imminent.

The next evening you went out to check your ganden before you were supposed to train, you hoped that he had found someone nice to help you. “Are you ready?” He asks behind you and you smile while you stand from your place by the small growing herbs “as I’ll ever be! Who will you have train me?” You ask and meet his eyes, raising yours brows in question, noticing his face was without his bandages today and his wounds really did look like scratches. “I will” he states and you watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows.

You take a couple steps towards him “no!” You exclaim louder than intended and you laugh once awkwardly as his eyebrows raise “I mean. You’re hurt! and my power is so low it’s not worth your time. I’ve seen the boys you train! their power and skill is levels higher than me” he walks over to you, setting his right hand on your shoulder and leaning down to your ear “I want to” he whispers and your cheeks dust pink as a small gasp leaves your throat, oh how he desperately loved that sound. He pulls back with a smirk “and I’ve said” he raises his left hand that still had a small bandage around his palm “it’s just a scratch” he begins to walk away from you, over to the training space and you’re stunned for a few moments. Standing there and watching his back as he walked away, your heartbeat racing and your brain empty save it for the way Benimaru’s breath tickled your ear.

“Well?” He asks when he realizes you’re not following him, turning back and looking at you with daring eyes, snapping you back into reality. Your smile spreads and the sight sends him over the moon, a feeling invading his heart that he’s become enamored with these past few days having you at the guardhouse. You were the sun slowly rising in his life, and he was drawn to your warmth. “Let’s do this” you say as you reach his side, the back of your hand brushing his for only a moment but it sends fireworks up his arm.

“Show me what you can do, outside of lanterns” he says as he stands to the side, his eyes taking in your form as you stand facing him. You hold up your hands and nod once, the tip of each finger igniting in small flames. “I can’t make them bigger but I can do..” you tighten each flame to smaller tips, growing in power and heat until they blazed like the head of welding guns. He nods once “she’s more powerful than she realizes” he thinks as he watches the flames reflecting your eyes.

“That’s good” he says as he approaches you “is this all you know how to do?” He asks as he takes a hold of your wrists gently, turning your hands and looking at your flames. “I couldn’t really practice a lot growing up so this is it unfortunately” he chuckles once, mostly just air from his nose, but it made you smile anyway. “Can you control which fingers or..” before he finishes you start randomly lighting and unlighting fingertips. “Now try to shoot the flames out” he says and you nod, trying to push the flames out but just ending up breaking a sweat and flashing your flames, not going anywhere else.

After fifteen minutes of absolutely nothing happening you sigh and flung your hands up in the air “I can not be this WEAK” you exclaim and shake them as you scowl. He sighs and comes over to you, reaching up and smoothing out your eyebrows gently before holding his hands out to you.

You hesitate, your hands almost being set in his before you pause and he raises his eyebrows “chicken” he whispers and you drop your hands against his “tch” he clicks his tongue and you roll your eyes as he uses his thumbs and first two fingers to rub your wrist gently “it’s your first test. Relax” he says, his fingers moving to the middle of your hand “there are many other things we’ll try, none of which make you weak if you can’t do them” goosebumps running down your spine as he moves down each finger, your breath catching in your throat with how gentle he was being with you and how nice it felt for him to be doing this to your hands, another sound that he found he adored. He brings your hands up and kisses each knuckle softly, effectively short wiring your brain yet again. “Try again” he whispers, letting your hands go and standing back again.

You took a deep shaky breath and closed your eyes for a moment, feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin and the warmth he has ignited in your heart, before opening your eyes and shoving your hands out, each finger popping as flames, strong, bright blue flames, shoot from each finger.

“BENIMARU!” You shout and laugh, dropping the flames and turning to run and throw your arms around his neck “oof” he mumbles as you hit him, his arms wrapping around you to keep you both stable. “I did it! I did it! I did it!” He sighs softly into your hair, “I saw” he whispered “wanna find out what else you can do?” He asks, his lips brushing against the side of your head. You squeeze him closer for a moment before pulling back “does this mean I should call you my Senpai? Or my Captain?” He rolled his eyes but couldn’t stop the blush that rose to his cheeks “No.” he says, but you laugh when he won’t meet your eye.

“You’ve come a long way for just a few hours” he says as you walk back to the garden, the sun beginning to set “you’re a really amazing teacher” you lean in close “Captain” you whisper before making a turn for the hose. He stops in his tracks after you whispered, his heart fluttering in his chest as he forces himself to calm down before turning and walking over to you

You look up to him from where you were crouched, running hose in one hand after you washed your face and the back of your neck. “You look a little flushed” you say as he crouches by you, reaching out for the hose. He just Humphs as you move the water closer to him, a smirk in your lips and mischief in his eyes that he would have known right away had he looked up at you.

Your thumb covers the end just so as he leans down, raising the pressure as it hits his hands spraying his face as well. You chuckle before placing your fingers against your lips, holding in as much of your giggles as you could. He slowly looks up into your eyes, water droplets falling from his hair and nose, he was annoyed for half of a second until he meets your eyes, notices the sweet mischief in your eyes and hears your soft giggles as they leave your lips. “Did you just..” you nod and slowly stand to back away from him, the mischief rising to his eyes as the corners of his mouth twitch up into a smile. He stands and takes one step towards you and you raise your emotu hand, “WAIT” you say and he stops “we.. we can talk about this..” you say with a smile, giggles escaping with every exhale. “I think we’re too far past talking about this” he says before he moves, quick with his hand out towards the hose but you scream and try to run, spraying him behind you as he gets closer. He laughs as he grabs you, his arms wrapping around your middle from behind not caring about the cool hose water that was currently soaking him. He reaches up and takes the hose from your hand and turns you around before smiling and slowly running the water across the back of your head then across both of your shoulders making you gasp and tense in his hold. “I think we’re even now” you say with a shiver and a laugh and he cocks his head “not yet” he says softly, his hands reaching up to tuck your damp hair behind your ears.

You gasp, his cold fingers cooling off your warm cheeks as he cups your face. The hose forgotten about, dropped on the grass by your feet, soaking the earth and making your toes muddy. But nothing else matters besides the way he’s looking at you and the way the sun is turning the sky red behind him.

Your hands grip the sides of his soaked shirt as you lean into him “and how, tell me, can we make it even?” You ask, following his hands with your face as he pulls you closer, his body curving forward as you lean forward on your tip toes, brushing your nose against his making his breath hitch “can I show you?” He whispers and you nod, your eyes fluttering closed as he closes the last inch between your lips.

Kissing him felt like the first breath of fresh air after an infernal has been put to rest. Felt like the first relaxing step into a hot spring. It sends goosebumps from your head to his toes before being followed by electricity making your skin tingle. Fireworks dance across the backs of your eyes as he wraps an arm around your waist, holding you tight against him. You sigh as your heart sways within your chest, comforting and warm as he holds you like his lifeline.

His thumb brushes softly against your cheek when he pulls away. Your hands smooth out his shirt before running your hands up his wet chest, his hands moving down to both rest against your waist. You can’t think of anything to say, just savoring the moment as you look into his eyes.

“Are you guys coming to dinner?” The twins say from the porch, effectively startling the hell out of you. You gasp and clutch your heart as Beni just smiles down at you, his back to them. “Thanks. We’ll be there in a minute” he says and they skip off. “We should get going. We’re gonna get sick” you say and reach up, running a hand through your damp hair. He reaches down and turns off the hose as you gather it, putting it away correctly and he reaches out, hooking his fingers with yours. “Mom will kill me if you get sick” he says softly and you laugh “maybe you could.. help me clean up. Make sure I don’t get sick” he coughs a few times, choking on his spit in shock and you laugh “Beni” you say softly and pause in the doorway, looking up at him. “I’m playing. I really like you. I’d like to take it as slow or fast as we both are comfortable with, okay?” You reach up and ruffle his damp hair, pushing it out of his eyes. His cheeks flush and he leans down, pressing his forehead to yours as your eyes close. “I adore you” he whispers and your heart flutters. “Let’s go get cleaned up” he whispers and squeezes your hand, guiding you along with him to the showers.

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tardisbadwolfrose · 3 years

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For the character thing, please do Rose Tyler

Ooo thats fun. I was not expecting a doctor who character. Ok. Lets go.

Why I like them: part of it is just because she was my first companion. I fell in love with Doctor Who through her. But also, theres something to be said for a perfectly normal, ordinary person with flaws and who probably doesnt think much of themselves, who is young and naive and loving, who ends up doing extraordinary things without some preternatural destiny guiding them. The only other companion who really hit on that was Bill. Donna had a bit, but there were elements of s4 that implied that it was all some sort of prophecy coming together. The DoctorDonna and all that. Rose really was so ordinary. Even Bad Wolf was born of something so ordinary, so human, this intense love and desire to protect. Rose was, in so many ways, such a perfect first companion, because from the beginning shes such an every girl. And she has so much compassion for so many. Everytime she interacts with people, especially people who work for other people, she treats them like people and like equals. Theres the mechanic in "the end of the world," gwenyth, etc. I just... Ugh. I love her. Bills still my fave, but rose is a VERY close second.

Why I don't like them: her selfishness. I dont know if its really that I dont like her because of it, because I like that she has a real, human flaw, and its a real reason that people might dislike them. It means shes well written, and feels real and human. But it still bugs me. Especially in s1, but even in parts of s2. She treats Mickey and her mother with this dissmissiveness, which is very immature. Like she thinks they only exist when shes around. She gets called on it though, and pretty early on. She never fixes it fully, especially where Jackie is concerned, but she makes an effort. But you can especially see it in school reunion, with her jealousy of sarah jane. She has a problem with the people she loves fully having lives outside of her, especially when those lives seem like a threat to the one shes creating.

Favorite Episode: the Parting of ways, fear her, turn left, or stolen earth/journeys end. Aka, im a simple girl with simple pleasures, and those pleasures are rose being a badass/saving the day. Special mention for the idiot lantern bc i must have watched it 20 times and they give me LIFE the doctor and rose in that episode.

Favorite season: 2. Shes starting to get more confident and sure of herself, but shes still human and flawed.

Favorite Line: whatever the hell she says during the christmas invasion, when shes trying to get the sycorax to leave. Its utter bull, makes zero sense, and its beautiful.

OTP: Doctor/Rose. Any doctor. Im a little desperate to see rose/thirteen. Also Rose/doctor/river. If ianto didnt exist, id say rose/jack/doctor, but alas, he does.

Favorite outfit: oh god. Either the one in the unquiet dead, the idiot lantern, the long game, or the doctor dances. There are so many more though. Her costuming was brilliant.

BroTP: rose and jack.

Headcanon: you mean besides time lord/immortal Rose? Ok here it goes.

So when Rose dropped out of high school for Jimmy Stone, she ran away. Went off on tour with Stone and his band. While on tour, she got.very close to the other band members, including the lead singer/lyricist, a very cute 20 yr old Welshman going through his rebellious phase named Ianto Jones, who helped her figure out she needed to go home and, in the process realized he needed to stop rebelling and start acting like a mature adult, leading to him eventually signing on with Torchwood. Meanwhile, Rose is stranded all the way in Paris because she won't stay on that tour bus with Jimmy, and she's terrified to call her mum, who had told her she'd never forgive her if she ran off and wasted her life on Jimmy. Penniless and desperate, walking alone in the rain, Rose thinks she's never going to make it back to London when she almost gets run over by a car after forgetting to watch where she's going and wandering into the street. The driver swerves and just barely miss her, and after pulling over, a man hops out of the car and starts admonishing her, when Rose bursts into tears. Feeling badly, the man insists on taking her home. She tells him home is in London, too far away for her to accept, but the man refuses to listen, telling her he was heading to London anyway, and here, why don't you borrow my cell phone and call your mum, I'm sure she wants you home. He's right of course, and Jackie cries from relief at hearing from her and is thrilled she's coming home. The man's name was Rory, she learned on the drive, and he was married to a wonderful woman who he loved named Amy, and they lived in Leeds but he was travelling around from work and he was heading from Paris to London because of it. It took six hours to gt back to London, and once they got there, her mum treated Rory to breakfast and he went on his way and rose never saw him again.

Yes, it was that Rory. He was with Amy and the Doctor and he got stranded in Paris in the early 2000's and he wasn't heading into London at all but he felt very bad about almost hitting the poor girl with his car and he recognized her from an old picture he found while he was wandering the Tardis and he brought it to the doctor to ask him about it and the Doctor got very sad and very quiet and walked very quickly away from the conversation and Rory figured that meant that he used to travel with her and there was a sad story in there somewhere and he was curious about the girl and how she'd inspire that kind of emotion from a man he'd rarely seen care about anything real.

Should I make this a fanfiction? I kind of want to make this an actual fic... Anyway.

Unpopular opinion: ...She is a very much not straight woman. I don't know if that's unpopular, but it isn't popular. Or at least, it isn't talked about.

A wish: That she comes back in S13 and we see a reunion. I am but a simple girl with simple pleasures and I have been WAITING WITH BATED BREATH FOR A ROSE COMEBACK FOR YEARS AND I AM O V E R D U E.

An OMG-Please-Don't-Ever-Happen: For a character that is no longer in the show there isn't much I can say. I'd be very disappointed if they brought Rose back and ruined it but that requires them to bring her back first.

5 words that best describe them: Kind, good, jealous, badass, loving

My nickname for them: I don't really have one

Give me more characters! I love this!

#doctor who #new who #rose tyler #rory williams #ianto jones #jack harkness #characters #my favorite characters #nine #ten #ninth doctor #tenth doctor

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theobxhummingbird · 4 years

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My everything. -Luke Patterson x Reader.

(GIF CREDITS TO OWNER)

Summary: How Luke’s girl, brings him and his family to peace.

A/N: @arianagrandes-things requested: Hi !! Can you do a request for Luke x reader in which they are a couple but the band didn't die and instead became famous and it's like their future together. I dont do and like the reader meet his mom and he make the peace with his parents. Idk something like that like very cute and fluff 💖

It's 1995; the year of many beautiful moments. While ones got to enjoy it, by going to expensive dates with their partners, the band Sunset Curve had just finished playing at their biggest show. They thanked their fans for coming to watch them, and exited the stage, all sweaty from the lights that surrounded the area.

-Hey Bobby, -said Luke, -are you coming to celebrate with us? -No, I'm going on a date with Rose. Sorry guys. -he waved a goodbye to them, and disappeared from the dressing room. -What are you going to do guys? -said Reggie, to Luke and Alex, who were getting dressed in new clothes. -I have no plans, dude. -said Alex. -Well---I do. See you fellas. -said Luke; his eyes stuck to his phone, as he exited the dressing room, not too long after Bobby. -Guess we're stuck with each other dude. Singles as Pringles. -Reggie draped his arm over Alex's shoulder and the two friends walked out, to go and at least the two of them, celebrate the success of their show.

Luke was nervously swinging back and forth, from his toes to his heels; waiting for the one person he spotted in the big crowd. He waved goodbye to Reggie and Alex, who met him at the door on their way out. -Congratulations! -someone jumped next to him with flowers. He got scared and scooted a bit, just to find his biggest love, lovingly staring at him with the biggest smile on her face. -You scared me, pretty girl. -he pulled her in a hug, nuzzling his nose in her shoulder. When they split apart, Y/N gave him the flowers and a kiss on his cheeks. -Thank you, love. -You rocked the show. I've never sang so loud in my life. -You're letting the people know who's Sunset Curve's biggest fan, huh? -he intertwined his hand with hers and they started walking together. -I mean---a few songs on the album are written for me, why not at least be happy to have such an amazing songwriter in my life, who had written those words for me. Luke let out a short laugh, before speaking again, -I want you to meet my parents. Y/N suddenly stopped. She didn't know her 17-year-old boyfriend, would be so determined about his girlfriend meeting his parents so fast, but she was also very honored that he'd want something like that. She was speechless, one side of her got scared: What if his parents wouldn't love her? -What? Is there something wrong? -No, no, just---I don't know if they'll love me. What if they think I'm not enough for you? -Y/N. -he cupped her face, -A person like you cannot be unloved. You're the word 'love' yourself, now come on let's go, mum and dad are waiting for us. -Wait. -she stopped, -You made up with your mum? -I did. -he smiled at the ground. -I listened to one person that told me, to apologize and make up before things are too late, and I sat down thinking and understood that, she was right. Y/N wrapped her arms around his waist, as her head rested on his chest, before intertwining her hand with Luke's.

- The smell of Emily's amazing meals was coming to the outside. Luke knocked on the door, and the couple appeared to greet them. Emily gave Y/N the tightest hug and whispered a 'thank you'. Mitch shook hands with her and tapped his son on the back, after, closing the door and accompanying the family at the table. Luke's mum filled their plates with her amazing meals, and they all got to meet Y/N; the girl never stopped talking about to them. After having the chance of being alone at the table, with two cups of coffee, Emily couldn't hold back her curiosity. -Y/N, -she started, -how did you change Luke's mind about making up with us? -Mrs. Patterson, a good quote could always awaken the reasonable side in a person. -she took a sip from her coffee. Emily was still confused, and Y/N smiled when she realized it. -"Apologizing doesn't always mean you're wrong and the other person is right. It just means you value your relationship more than your ego." -What are you two talking about, huh? -he sat down next to his mum, pulling her in a side hug. -I'll pick up the table. -said Y/N, collecting the empty plates and cups, and taking them to the kitchen, winking at Emily from afar. She understood what the girl was doing, and Emily turned to her son. -Do not ever, ever in life, let go of this girl's hand. She's the best thing that could probably happen to this family, Luke. -said Emily, squeezing her son's hand. -I won't mum, I promise you. She's my everything. -Luke said through a few tears in his eyes, then tightly hugging his mum.

- After the talking the family did, they gathered in the living room, where Luke had a tight grip of Y/N's body, as if someone would've taken her from him. -What are you thinking about the future, Y/N? -asked Mitch. -I want to study and finish with college. Then, I'll probably be my own boss with my own place. I think it's the best success when you start from 0. -she smiled. -What about me? -Luke whispered to her, loud enough for his parents to hear, winking at them. The girl's cheeks roamed in shades of pink, and she cleared her throat. -You---I know you'll always be my support and I know you'll always be there for me. But, when we both have settled in our jobs, and have made it clear for our future together, then we'll talk about marriage and kids. For now, we're still young to talk about that, but I do not see myself with someone other than you. -I'm going to be a rich man, since you'll be mine. -he kissed her knuckles. -We're so glad to know that, there's a person like you in our son's life. Someone who still accepts him after his mistakes. -said Emily, taking a hold of Mitch's hand. -If we don't accept each other by our mistakes, then we don't truly love, Mrs. Patterson. Luke is still young and he has a long journey of learning life-lessons. -Very true my dear. Come, let's go make some hot chocolate together. -she sat up, followed by Y/N, as the two women in Luke's life, walked happily to the kitchen. Luke's eyes were filled with admirement, and Mitch realized it, -They are two most beautiful people in our lives, huh? -They really are. My everything. -said Luke, throwing a sad smile at his dad.

#luke patterson x reader #luke patterson jatp #luke from julie and the phantoms #reggie #alex #julie and the phantoms

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oakleaf--bearer · 3 years

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i was thinking about jons ‘dont touch me’ in 187, so i wrote this as a way of processing those thoughts

pt 2

its also on ao3

cw//

-panic attacks

-ptsd/trauma

-hurt/comfort

Jon has a.... complicated relationship with touch. He's never been one to show affection physically, choosing instead to listen to people and remember what they told him. He still knows how Georgie got the scar on her knee and why she thinks Labyrinth 'just gets it' as a film. Both things she told him in passing, but both things that stuck with him far more than her touching him.

Jon didn't think Martin was particularly physical either, but then he'd taken Martin's hand and pulled him out of the Lonely and suddenly Jon never wanted to let go. He spent the train ride from Euston to Glasgow wondering if Martin wanted him to let go, and the train ride from Glasgow to Perth trying to remember any other time they had touched. Casual shoulder brushes in the corridor were common as the archives weren't exactly spacious. Martin helped patch him up after Michael stabbed him, but that had been fleeting; one quick embrace just before Jon left for the Unknowing, but lingering. Not like this.

Ten hours.

By the time they reached Inverness, Martin's hand had been holding Jon's for ten hours. Probably more, counting all the time on the platforms. As they stood staring at the rental car, Jon realised he would have to let go at some point.

"So..." Martin started.

"Yes." Jon squeezed his hand a little tighter. "Right."

"We should-" He pointed at the doorway. "You know."

"Of course."

Jon knew he was stalling. He just didn't want to let go.

Martin sighed and pulled Jon towards him. "Give me the keys."

"What? No, I'll drive, you need sleep."

"No offence, but you've spent years living in central London. When was the last time you actually drove?"

Jon opened his mouth to respond, then paused. He couldn't quite remember. "You have a point." He handed him the keys.

"I know I do. Besides, it'll be nice to drive in the countryside, I haven't done it in years." Martin walked to the driver-side door. "I always used to take main roads whenever I visited Mum, so I haven't seen actual fields in ages." He paused, one hand on the door handle and gently pulled with the other. "I will need that hand."

"Oh, right, sorry." Jon let go and the seal was broken. He immediately missed the sensation of Martin's palm against his. "Right."

Jon remained standing there, watching Martin open the door and climb in. Martin looked up at him and gestured to the other side of the car.

"Oh." Jon hurried to the passenger-side door.

The urge to reach across the console and put a hand on Martin's arm was so strong that Jon nearly caved, but then they were pulling out of the car park and setting off for the safehouse.

Later. There would be time later.

Always later.

The safehouse was small, a tiny patch of land with an even tinier cottage.

They awkwardly shuffled around each other as they unpacked. The duffel bag of supplies Basira had given them would last a few days, but they would still need to go shopping.

Jon was on tiptoes, trying to reach to one of the higher cupboards to put away a tin of soup. He hadn't heard Martin enter the room.

A small, amused sound was the only warning he got before there was a hand on the small of his back.

Jon flinched so hard he dropped the tin. He sprang away from the touch, needing to put space between them. Get away, get away, get away.

"Jon?"

Hot wax.

"Jon, can you hear me?"

Plastic hands covered in lotion.

"Jon, I need you to breathe, can you do that for me?"

Elias' enthusiastic encouragement of his 'progress' with a hand on his shoulder.

"I won't touch you, but I need you to tell me what's wrong."

Hands pinning him to a tree, knife against his throat, threats growled into his ear, the knowledge that he is about to die burning in his brain.

"It's just me, it's just me, here, look at me."

Martin's hands bracketing his face, not touching, just waiting, there if he needs him, if he wants him.

"Jon?"

Martin.

Jon was on the floor. He didn't remember collapsing, but he must've. He was curled against the fridge, Martin crouched in front of him, beautiful blue eyes wide with concern. Martin was holding his hands up, leaving a few inches of space between them, enough that he wasn't touching Jon, but Jon could easily lean into him if he wanted. Jon did a mental checklist. No bandages, not even a scratch. All the scars on his body were old now. He was okay, there were no hands on his arms, no fingertips digging bruises into his wrists, nothing holding him down, to stop him from getting away.

Only Martin.

Jon exhaled slowly.

"What happened?"

"Touch. I, ah, I didn't expect you to touch me." He didn't meet Martin's eyes. "It startled me."

"Oh Jon," Martin sighed, sitting on the floor properly. "I'm so sorry, I didn't think."

"No, it's fine. It's just- It's easier to be prepared when I know it's coming."

"I am so, so sorry."

"You didn't know."

"I could've guessed. You've been through hell, Jon. Not wanting touch is understandable."

"I don't not want it, I just- I want it to be easy again. Like on the train." He stared down at his hands. "That was so simple. And I liked it, I liked holding your hand, letting go was one of the hardest things I've ever done, but then I didn't know how to-" He groaned. "I wanted to have one nice thing for once, but now I've ruined it."

"Ruined it? Jon, you haven't ruined anything. Sure, things are a little different, but all this has done is provide context. I know to ask in the future, that's all."

Jon frowned. "Ask? Ask what?"

"If you're okay with me touching you."

Jon shook his head. "Why would you- Why ask?"

It was Martin's turn to frown. "In case something like this happens again. I don't want to accidentally trigger you by doing something you're not comfortable with."

Jon just blinked at him, confused.

"Jon," Martin said slowly, "When was the last time someone asked if they could touch you?"

That was easy, it was... Wait. Daisy? No, she would just curl up against him in silence. Basira? Melanie? They'd hardly ever touched to begin with. Tim? He could barely stand to be near Jon in the end, let alone touch him. Jude had demanded he shake her hand; it was a bargaining chip, not consent. Nikola had gagged him to stop his pleas to be released, to have a single moment free of touch. Elias had never asked if Jon was okay with anything.

Jon couldn't remember the last time someone had put a hand on him out of kindness.

Bile rose in his throat. Martin seemed to notice just at the last second and he thrust the mop bucket in front of Jon.

His stomach was far too empty to actually vomit, but his body still worked through the motions, shaking with exertion as he wretched into the bucket.

"Jon, can I touch your hair? I need to get it out of your way."

'I know to ask in the future.'

Words failed him, but Jon managed to nod. Martin caught his motion and reached out to stroke Jon's hair away from his face. He steered clear of Jon's neck, only brushing his fingers through the hair there briefly as he gathered it all into a loose ponytail in his fist.

Jon leant into it. When his body had calmed down, he looked up at Martin and gave him a weak smile.

"Sorry."

"Don't apologise."

Jon nodded. Logically, he knew it wasn't his fault. His head filled with facts about trauma response and coping mechanisms, but he shoved them aside in favour of slowly reaching out to take Martin's free hand. Martin watched his movement carefully, ready to pull back at any sign of distress.

Martin's fingertips brushed against Jon's cheek.

"This is okay?" Martin whispered.

Jon nodded and closed his eyes, feeling the sensation of Martin's hands, one in his hair, one on his cheek.

"Yes." Jon's voice was hoarse. "Yes, this is okay."

#tma fanfic #the magnus archives #tMa

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thequeenb · 4 years

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Our story (part 2)

Pairings: KamilahxMC

Amy almost dropped her phone hearing her mother's voice. A million thoughts passed through her mind making her unable to speak. Kamilah noticed Amy's stiffened body knowing better than to approach

"M-mum?" she finally spoke, her voice shaky

"Yes darling we haven't talked in a while i thought i might check how you are doing"

Her mother didn't sound angry but Amy knew how well she could hide her emotions, taking a deep breath she steadied her voice trying to sound as calm as possible

"Yes i am sorry, work is consuming me"

"I am sure, thats why i was wondering if you could visit Italy? Me and your father miss you"

Her eyes went wide in shock

"Oh! I mean if Kamilah allows me to take a break i--"

"Ah yes, your boss" she spat out those words almost in disgust but she quickly covered it

"I bet she is a busy woman, why dont you invite her as well?"

"I will contact her and i will inform you tomorrow, i have to go bye" she quickly hang up sighing

Kamilah sat next to her taking her in her arms "What did she tell you?"

Amy buried her face into Kamilah's neck trying to hold back her tears "She wants both of us to visit them in Italy"

Kamilah pushed her enough to look directly in her eyes "Do you want that?"

Amy shrugged "i dont know, its to much to process what if they saw--"

"Shh. I think its a great opportunity, i was always curious to know from who you took this madness" she laughed caressing Amy's cheek softly "i will be there with you"

Closing her eyes she took a deep breath "okay, lets do this i guess"

___

The plane ride was calm since they both traveled early to arrive there at night. Before they knew it the jet landed in Rome making Amy's anxiety reach a high level. Kamilah took her hand squeezing it reassuringly

Her mother had made dinner preparing the table making sure everything is perfect. Amy knew well they would attack them with questions she wasn't comfortable answering but she fought back her fear as they stepped out of their car

"Are you ready?" Kamilah asked worryingly watching the woman before her tremble. To give her courage she reached for her hand but Amy dismissed it

"I am fine, lets get this over with" and like that she rang the bell.

A beautiful woman answered it smiling widely, but her smile didn't quite reach her eyes "Amy dear!" her mother hugged her tight

"Hey mum" she said patting her back smiling

"Oh where are my manners, hello i am Amy's mother Gloria"

Kamilah extended her hand "pleasure to finally meet you Miss Parker"

"Oh please call me Gloria, Amy's friends are always welcome" she said hugging her

Kamilah wasn't familiar with this gestures but she allowed it only for Amy's sake even though she felt uncomfortable.

Walking inside the first thing they both noticed was the delicious smell of..

"Is that kushari?" Kamilah gasped, she hadn't smelled that food in a while

"Ah yes, i hope you dont mind that i searched a little bit about you, when i read that you are from Egypt i thought this dish would make you feel like home"

Amy smiled noticing how moved Kamilah was "Thank you Miss--"

"Gloria" her mum winked

"Yes, Gloria" Kamilah smiled, holding back a tear that was about to fall. No one ever made effort to make her comfortable, now she could see why Amy is the way she is

"Come give your old man a hug!" a manly voice could be heard from the living room

"Easy there, we dont want you to struggle me" Amy giggled on her father's hug

"And this pretty lady must be Kamilah" he said opening his arms

Kamilah hesitated but then surrender letting her father to squeeze her "I am James, welcome to our home"

"Thank you for inviting me, i got you this" she said giving him an expensive wine she bought before leaving New York

"A woman after my heart, she is a great friend Amy" he said patting her shoulder leaving them alone

Amy looked at the floor guilty because she knew what was about to come

"They dont know we are engaged do they?" Kamilah's tone was disappointed but she decided to not make this a problem, it was supposed to be a happy day after all

"No..i just.."

"Its okay, i understand" and like that she excused herself to the bathroom leaving her alone with her guilt.

___

The dinner went surprisingly well, Amy's mother told Kamilah embarrassing stories from her childhood as her father explained his passion about American football.

"Is my daughter working as hard as she says she does?" Gloria asked curiously

"Why yes, she is my right hand in the company"

"Thats great dear i am proud of you"

Amy smiled sipping some wine "It helps when you have the best boss"

Her father looked between them. Their sexual tension was so thick that a knife could cut it. He took a deep breath trying to brush these thoughts away

"And who is the lucky man who stole your heart?"

"Oh yes you have to tell your mother!" Gloria looked so excited

"Oh i, um" Amy looked at Kamilah who radiated security yet that didn't make things better

"Nothing special really" she manages to say noticing Kamilah stiffen for a fleeing second.

Her mother didn't looked convinced, a dark expression was drawn on her face, her voice changed dramatically

"We saw something on the news" she started taking her husband's hand for support "and we want to know if those.. concerning assumptions are true"

Amy felt momentarily speechless looking how serious her mother was

Amy was walking down the park with her mother laughing and eating ice cream. Her mother's eye caught up on a couple walking by kissing

She quickly held Amy's hand tight "Disgusting" she whispered as they walked by

"Oh,are they a couple?" Amy asked curiously

Her mother's face was full of disgust "unfortunately there are these type of unstable people in this world that arent normal"

Amy didn't knew what to say, she was only 12 trying to understand the world around her

"Never be like them, they are a hazard to society"

Amy's heart stopped wondering how many minutes passed since the question was asked

Kamilah took her hand taking a deep breath "You see Amy and--"

"Yes we have to make an important call, its from a big company in Japan if you excuse us" Amy said grabbing her hand dragging her outside

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Helping the situation, you froze in there"

Amy knew she had to tell them one day, that she couldn't hide it anymore but she was so scared

"And you think telling them we are engaged it will help??" she now rose her voice

"Are you that ashamed of us?" Kamilah snapped back not being able to hold her anger any longer

"Of course not Kamilah! I just cant tell them that i like women!!"

Everything was deadly silent and when she turned around she knew why

"You like what?" her mother asked gasping

"Mum.."

Kamilah massaged her temples "we are engaged and we--"

"Stay out of this" her sharp voice cut her off. She was so sweet and gentle that it was scary watching her change so suddenly

"I knew it was a mistake letting you go to New York, look what have you became, a sick person!"

Amy's eyes were wet, her blood boiling "I am not sick mother!"

"Oh really? Women are made for men what is this madness!" her mother tried to approach but Kamilah stepped between them

"Now i respect your age, but if you take one more step i wont hesitate to show you how to respect my fiance"

She took a step back hugging Amy "lets go, she isn't worth it"

Amy leaning in into her protective arms not looking back at her own mother, the one who doesn't accept her for who she is

"You aren't welcome here are you listening to me??"

But she didn't, they quickly got in the car driving away from this hell

Amy wrapped her arms around herself looking at the window lost

"I am so sorry" Kamilah said holding her hand tight

Amy had a faint smile on her face despite the heartache "its okay, i am the one who is sorry, they aren't worth it"

"You dont have to apologize, they dont deserve a daughter like you" she said squeezing it more "i am here for you, always"

Amy turn her head to look at her fiancé and how she did everything for her, but she noticed two motorcycles and a jeep following behind them

"Kamilah look out" she pointed at the mirror

Kamilah groaned "Not now god damnit!!" and like that she speed so fast that Amy felt uneasy. But the paparazzi didn't back down, they followed close behind trying to reach them.

"Hold tight" Kamilah said trying to take turns to avoid them but the jeep was approaching dangerously close

Flashes and voices filled the night making her blind, she couldn't see the road or where she was going. But they didn't stop, they were so hungry for one picture that they forgot their humanity

Amy's heart was racing trying to cover her face with her scarf

"Amy just hold--" but the car hit their back tires so hard that they both hit on the sides

"You have to be kidding me" Kamilah tried to lose them but it was impossible, the flashes barely let her see the road, they fell already into the trap

Amy took Kamilah's free hand squeezing it tight, fear creeping inside her heart. Before they could even make a turn the car hit once more but this time the car flipped upside down.

Glass was spraying everywhere, the flashes didn't stop. Amy blinked a couple of times, everything around her hazy

The last thing she saw was bright lights from all the angles making her eyes hurt, an agonizing pain filling her body. Everything happened so fast that she didn't had enough time to comprehend it.

She could hear a voice calling her but it felt distant, as she fell deeper into the darkness.

Tag list: @scarlet-letter-a0114 @gavryllo @mrskamilxh @trouble-with-the-curve @blackphenix9527 @la-guera-69 @thepotatobleh @ilovetaylor13m @amorettemcsky @sayeedbound @wildsayeed @lightning-fury

#kamilah x mc #bloodbound #choices fanfiction #bb fanfic #bb #choices kamilah #kamilah sayeed

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eremika-forever12 · 4 years

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|| Eremika Fanfic: Remember Me!? ||

This is basically continuation from Manga plot with some changes ....you will get to know as story progresses! Do read, share & comment!

Chapter : 1

Just like any day....the sun rose from East making the whole city glow from its heat!

Just like every day everyone is back to their own chores !

Since that day of the new history of Shinganshina or to be more accurate the new Paradis....where there is no more walls, no more eldians & marliyans hatred....it was more like a new Era....Everything has just changed!

People know more about the truth with No Memory Loss....No Misconception Of Titans & Their Existence....Cause Titans Are Just A History Now Which Kids In Their Schools Learn About Their Past Existance!

6 Years....

6 Years Since He Disappeared....Vanished Just Into The Thin Air Just Like That! Leaving her alone once again in this Cruel World! He is known as humanity's Biggest Enemy Now....Who was once recognised as Humanity's Only Hope! But Something Tells Her....His Decision Changed The Whole Prespective! He Actually Changed This World....United Them To Fight Against Him! Sacrificed Himself....For The Cause Of His Own People! No Matter In Which Way But He Succeeded...Even If It Is By Being Cold Hearted Mass Murderer....She knows he was The Saviour, He Was No Monster!

But.....The Sad Part Is He Just Disappeared Like That 6 Years Back After That Rumbling Ended!

No One Noticed Him Since Then Nor His Giantic Titanic Body!

Did he deceive her all again? After making her that promise of returning back alive....wrapping around her that piece of cloth...before going for that final battle against everyone....Did he just die like that after doing so much....not even once meeting her again! Is he actually dead? Where is he? Where is Eren Yeager?

Just like any day....Mikasa starts her day thinking about him....just when her thoughts broke off hearing the powerful scream of her son....shrieking the hell out of her!

“ MOOMMM “

“Ahhh....Heyyy....” says Mikasa shocked watching that little guy running to her hurriedly with a backpack in his hand.

“ MOMMMM! GETTT ME MY FOOD HURRY! I GOTTA BE LATE FOR MY SCHOOL IF YOU JUST KEEP ON SITTING LIKE THAT! I AM HUNGRY” says the little guy with his loud voice.

“ Hush! Cant you speak a bit normally? I mean whats with all these shouting! I am not deaf!” scowls Mikasa as she gets up from the dining table.

The boy simply shrugs- Look Mom! I have no time for this....Alright! I am HUNGGRRYYY!

Ah that pout....thinks Mikasa....his cute little pout always makes her heart melt....and those Green eyes...it just reminds her of him! Thinking about him makes her Sad again!

Mikasa brings a plate full of noodles as she pushes it slightly towards the little devil on the other side of dining table.

The little guy hungrily takes the spoon out of it as he starts rolling the strands of noodles in it....and hurriedly stuffs them in his mouth.

Mikasa stares at her little boy silently observing his every features....his antics were just completely like his dad. Mikasa sighs....only if he was here! Suddenly her eyes fell on a small bruise on his forhead...Mikasa frowned....

When did he got that! Damn....did he just again fight with someone in his school yesterday!

This boy will surely make her crazy....

Mikasa glares at the green eyed little boy who was busy in gulping down his glass of water without noticing his mother's furious glare!

Mikasa in serious tone- Eli.....Look at me!

Eli looks at his mother in confusion as he stops munching his food for a moment...

Eli mumbling – Yes Mom!

Mikasa scowls- What is with that scar on your head!

Eli gasps in shock as he looks else where but not in her eyes....he surely tried to hide that thing by bringing his most of the black hair upto his forehead so that his mother wont notice that scar!

Eli nervously while fidgeting a little as he speaks in his child like voice- Errmm...Its nothing...actually...I fell on the way while returning to home so I guess Got hurt a little!

Mikasa glares- Eli...Shut up! Dont dare you lie to me! Since you got admitted to the school...I have been receiving lots of complain due to your rude behaviour towards children! So dont give me that crap! Did you fight again with someone?

Eli glares back at his mother as he says raising his voice- Rude behaviour? I am not Rude! Its not my fault if those kids of my class bumps into me intentionally just to tease me ! I am not gonna keep my mouth shut if they taunts me by calling me Monster Baby! I am gonna punch their freaking ugly face for calling me that! I had enough of it! I am not weak or Something....

Mikasa scolds him as she raises her voice- Eli! Stop it! If they taunts you....its not necessary for you to reply them back! Stop being impulsive! You cant just beat up people if they tell you something! Learn to control yourself!

Eli tries to defend himself- But...

Mikasa holds his shoulders softly- Eli listen to me!

As Eli stares with his big green eyes, Mikasa with broken voice tells him- Punching someone or beating someone wont prove you strong! I know how it feels but you gonna get adjusted to this! You dont need to start a fight with someone if they say hateful words to you! I know you are strong Eli! But you need to control yourself! Your anger wont do any good....

Eli remains mum as he softly shrugs off his mother's hand....taking his back pack on his back.

Eli calmly- I am done with my breakfast! Bye Mom!

Before Mikasa could say anything, Eli runs out of the house way to his school while Mikasa just whispers watching him running away- Bye! Just dont fall into any trouble Eli! You are the only one I have! I have lost everything in my life....I dont want to loose you!

Mikasa stares at sky scattered with clouds and the sun rays with birds flying...

Mikasa murmers as lone tear escapes from her eyes- Eren....I Wish You Were Here!

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Eli has been walking merrily along the way towards his school when he hears someone calling him from behind....

Eli turns around and squeals in happiness seeing the blonde hair guy with that scout uniform- Uncle Arlert!

The blond guy walks hurriedly towards him as he laughs- Its Armin!

Eli rolls eyes- oh yeah its the same thing! Arlert is also your name anyways!

Armin giggle- oh well young man ! Off to school ha? Come I will take you there!

Eli with his head high- No need! I can walk to my school myself!

Armin nods his head gently- ofcourse you can! But I have to make sure you dont fall in any trouble you know....or else your mom will be worried!

Eli frowns as he chirps in his child voice- Wait Mom asked you to follow me!

Armin nods in negetive as he nervously says- No No....Not that lately she is being really worried about you! So I thought to have a check on you....

Eli yells angrily- Heyyyy! What the hell is wrong with everyone damn it! I am not a toddler or something! I dont need anyone! I can look out for myself! I am freaking 5 years! Leave me Alone uncle Arlert ! You have your own daughter....Just look after that pathetic princess of Yours!

Saying this....Eli ran off hurriedly before Armin could follow him any further.

Armin was shocked by his reaction! He wasnt expecting such outburst! He was not told by Mikasa to follow him....he just did it cause he felt he had some responsibility towards his best friend's son after what just happened a week back in his school!

But today this out burst....he just completely reminded of HIM!

It wasnt for first time....Eli was like this anyways since he was born....stubborn & pure brat with that pathetic anger of him but he usually doesnt talk like this with him....he is really fond of his uncle Arlert & his only friend Alina Arlert....his & Annie ‘s daughter! Yes They are no more titan shifters now! That power & the curse got ended 6 years back immediately after the rumbling! They were all normal now....

Alina is 4 now....a year younger than Eli...She still didnt get admission in school yet , most probably after she turns 5....she will also start going to school and accompany Eli too...

But well right now Armin is concerned about Eli sudden outburst....did he get into an argument with Mikasa again in morning! He seemed really pissed off hearing his mother’s name!

He needs to talk to Mikasa right now....

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Eli was breathing heavily as he stops mid way & looks back....damn his little legs are paining now! He just ran a marathon to escape from Armin.

Aaahhh He hates just being lectured every damn time! Nobody just understands him & his point of view! His mom only thinks him of as some brat who doesnt listen to her or something! What she doesnt understand is....Eli is just tired of this daily bully of him in school by calling him some monster's child, Titan baby, illegitimate kid etc etc ! When he tries to explain this to his mom....all she tells him to not react to them! Like how the hell....why wont he react to those carzy bunch of people who simply insults him! Eli's anger just rose thinking about all these! He realises...he just ran off bit too far from his school....in some empty area with less people walking around! The area has some broken houses all around....people dont live here now much! Duh he is in no mood to walk back to his school....missing a day at school wont be any harm ,thinks Eli.

He just notices a bench a bit far.....and walks towards it & sit down!

He wants to be alone from his mother's scoldings and lectures! Eli always wondered why he didnt have a father like every other kid! He has been numerous times taunted about this by some adults in their neighbours! They simply call him Titan Baby & he hate that Word Titan! He doesnt really know what are those but once he heard some students in school talking about it....Titans were some bad ugly creatures who used to be on this land some years back! And Eli understood he was simply called those ugly creature's kid....

Once he dared to ask his mother about his own dad....but didnt get any answer from her instead he made her sad for some unknown reasons. He hates his mom to be sad or to cry! Its true his mom is strict in many ways and over protective too but Eli loves his Mom very much....just only he wishes if only she understood his feelings! Since Eli never questioned his mom about his Dad whom he never met!

Eli was lost in his thoughts as he was swinging his small legs over the bench absent mindedly....when all of a sudden he felt some one was watching him from far....Eli’s eyes travelled up infront of him as he felt alert all of sudden....

He noticed a Silhouette infront of him......on the wall ahead of that old broken house...someone is standing behind HIM!

To be continued.....

Chapter : 2 - click here

#eren yeager #eren x mikasa #eremika fanfic #eremika #mikasa ackerman #armin arlert #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin

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reignmyworld · 5 years

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My soul belongs to you Part 5 - Roman Reigns x Reader

Note: Please note that this story takes place in a Greek Mythology respectively Greek Underworld AU, also in modern times (hard to explain, see for yourselves :D). So please bear with me if I mess up with the accuracy somewhere. :-)

Summary: You are a barista at Starbucks, having noticed that there is a customer visiting that coffee shop on a regular basis, but although you have seen him several times already, all you know is his name: Roman. One day your life takes a turn for the worst when you receive a fatal call, telling you that your sister is fighting for her life. You are willing to give your own life in exchange for hers, you are willing to give everything to save her. Little do you know that someone was listening to you, someone was willing to save your sister’s soul and take yours instead. And you soon have to figure out that there is more to this world than you would have ever believed.

Warnings: none

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Reader

In order to read the other parts, please enter “My soul belongs to you” in the search on my blog. You should find them then without further problems. :-)

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You carefully moved to your door, listening closely there to make sure that no one was in front of it, before you slowly turned the key, opening the door and peeking outside. The floor was completely empty just as you had hoped and before you could change your opinion, you were slipping outside of the room, making your way through the palace. You were moving as carefully and quietly as you could and you prayed that you wouldn’t run into Roman once again, not willing to even think of him by his real persona. You had no idea where you had to go, had no idea, where the exit was, but eventually after a little eternity you found it. At least you thought that it was, however, when you were opening the double door, you found yourself on a patio and your breath automatically hitched.

The view in front of you was absolutely breathtaking. Whatever you had expected, it definitely wasn’t that. Whenever you had read about the underworld or hell, you imagined it to be a deadly and horrific place by the descriptions you were given. You thought, that you would hear screams of pain, that you would see suffering, that everything was either pitch black, dark and gruesome or that there would be fire, an unbearable hotness and endless suffering. But what you actually saw? It couldn’t be further from what you had imagined or what those books made you believe. You were staring down at an endless landscape, the grass as green as you had never seen it before, countless roses in front of you with a sky, that couldn’t be more blue. You didn’t really trust your eyes, thinking that all of this must be a beautiful illusion.

You slowly made your way down, heading down the stairs until you reached the beautiful garden, smelling the typical smell of the roses and all of the other beautiful flowers surrounding you. You carefully touched them, noticing that they were as real as they could be. You wandered around, taking in the beautiful sight in front of you before you left the garden and apparently the borders of the palace, wandering outside of them. The whole landscape portrayed sheer beauty; there were flowers, trees, little houses with people in and in front of them. As you looked closer you realized that they were not of flesh and blood, that you could see through them if you looked closely. Those must have been the souls, that came here to continue their lives in the underworld. If you were honest to yourself, it looked more like a paradise than the cruel hell you always expected when the word "underworld" came to your mind.

You were so trapped in its beauty that you didn't realize how someone was moving closer to you until you felt a soft tugging at your hand. When you looked down a little girl, approximately eight years old, smiled up at you, asking: "Are you new here? I'm Lizzy." You had to smile as well as you answered: "Yes I'm new here. I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you, Lizzy."

"Nice to meet you, too. You aren't dead, are you?" You gulped hard as you realized that she obviously was, before you shook your head, saying: "No I am not. Well at least I hope so.“ You looked down at your body, noticing that you still were made of flesh and blood, answering almost too quiet for your own ears: „At least I hope that I’m not. I don’t know.“ You didn’t want to even think of it, didn’t want to accept that fate.

"But why are you here then?"

"My sister was close to dying and I have traded my soul for hers without knowing it." She looked at you with big eyes before she nodded in understanding, a huge smile on her face as she said: "Oh I see. But you are going to love it here Y/N. Everyone around here is really nice and there is nothing to worry about. You just shouldn't wander alone to certain parts of the underworld since that's where the bad people have to stay."

"The bad people?"

"Yes, people that did hurt others, people that killed others. Just like the man, that is responsible that my family and I are here."

"You mean...?"

"He came into our house one night in order to rob us. Daddy tried to stop him and so did Mommy but they couldn't. He basically sent us here. I don't know what had happened to him but I had seen him when he was taken to one of the places, I'm not supposed to go."

"I'm so sorry.", you said, your heart heavy for that little girl in front of you. "Oh don't be. We have a beautiful after life here. There's no pain, no sorrow and we are together. Daddy always says that Hades is a great guy and that we have to be grateful for all that he is doing for us down here. You know giving up his chance to be with the other gods and goddesses and instead making sure that we are safe down here, that everything is going according to the rules. And he is right. When we came here, I was terribly afraid but Hades made sure that I felt comfortable as he was showing me the underworld, showing me that it was a beautiful place, that I could live here and be together with my family for all eternity. Has he shown you around as well?", Lizzy asked, a huge grin on her face. You shook your head as you mumbled: "No. To be honest, we are not really on good terms currently."

"Don't tell me that he hadn't been nice to you? If you want me to, I can talk to him.“, she wanted to know, her tiny face angry, causing you to laugh out loud. "Let's just say that he hadn't really prepared me for the fact that I had to come with him, that I had to live down here and it caught me off guard.", you said amused, having to admit that you found that little girl adorable. Once again she nodded her head as if she was understanding it completely, replying: "You are really going to love it here. It's a beautiful place and Hades is really nice when he doesn't hate you."

Before you could answer you heard a woman call for Lizzy in the distance. "That's my mum. I have to to go. See you later Y/N.", she squealed before she ran towards her mother. "See you later Lizzy", you exclaimed before you continued with your initial way, wandering around, Lizzy's words spinning around your mind. You didn't really pay attention to where you were going, didn't really notice that the beautiful landscape vanished until you found yourself in a dead forest, that was surrounded by fog, the trees surrounding you looking creepier and spookier than you could have imagined.

You had no idea where you were. The air around you was becoming colder, there were lamentation, that seemed to come from all around you. You had no idea how to get back to the palace and the noises you were hearing kind of snowed you, drawing you nearer although you didn't feel like going there. You wanted to turn back, wanted to return to the safety of the palace and its surrounding gardens but you couldn't. Your feet dragged you to a different destination, following the painful voices and screeches, that you were hearing. You could feel shivers running down your spine as you were walking through the forest, having the feeling as if thousands of invisible eyes were following you.

You had no idea what you should do, you didn't even dare to scream for help as the scenery once again changed. You had stepped out of the forest, not knowing how long you had been wandering through it already and your breath instantly hitched. The part of the underworld you had seen first reminded you of a paradise. It was beautiful, it was full of light, everything was blooming, but this here... It was the exact opposite. It looked like the pits of hell you had always imagined. There were neither flowers nor trees, everything was dark and black. The air was hot, you could barely breathe. And those terrible voices, that were drawing you closer, although everything in you screamed that you should turn around and run away the fastest that you could, you couldn’t escape them.

Instead you were walking closer to where they came from like you were a puppet on a string. "Help me", one voice in particular screeched as you were following it. The closer you got the more people you saw, all of them seemed to be in different stages of agony, men and women quite alike. You wanted to help, felt bad for them, but at the same time it smelled like a trap, it felt as if something was off. You knew, that you shouldn't go further and yet you did. "Come here, help me", you heard that particular voice once again.

As soon as you were close enough a hand was grabbing your wrist, holding it tight. "Now you belong to us", you heard a creepy voice, the hand grabbing you was more skeleton like than human. You tried to free yourself, tried to get away, but you couldn't as you were drawn closer and closer to that dark pit, that smelled as if thousands of corpses were rotting in there. Fear threatened to overwhelm you as you tried to break free, as you tried to get away from it. "Let go of me". your voice was barely more than a whisper, your wrist burning like fire. You had no idea where you were, had no idea how you came here but you knew for sure, that you wouldn't be able to break free, that whatever this thing down there was, it was dragging you in.

Suddenly that grip around your wrist was gone, a shrill scream could be heard, that made you cover your ears without thinking about it twice. As you looked next to you, you saw Roman standing there, his face furious as he tossed whatever had been grabbing you, back to where it came from. He turned to you, his voice angrier than it should be as he wanted to know: "What the hell are you doing out here?" You were still shaking as you snapped back: "What? I thought I was a guest and not a hostage... Which would mean that I am free to run around." You could watch as he calmed down, his voice rather concerned now as he answered: "Yes and I meant it like that. Sure, you are free to wander around, but there was a reason why I wanted to show you the underworld first. Certain places down here can be dangerous and I meant to stick to my promise that nothing will happen to you."

You wanted to scold him, wanted to tell him off, but you realized how massively unfair that would have been, hence why you took a deep breath instead, saying: "I'm sorry. I mean for running around here, for behaving like I have done. The whole thing. It was just too much to handle I guess." He gave you one of his irresistible smiles as he answered: "No offense taken. I can absolutely understand that this must be overwhelming. And I'm really sorry, that I had to take you down here like that. I guess I just thought I would scare you less that way. I guess I have been terribly wrong."

"Yeah you could have prepared me a little bit better I would say.", you said, a tiny smile on your face, adding shortly after: "Does the offer of showing me the underworld still stand?"

"Absolutely", he answered amused before he gestured you to follow him, leading you back through that creepy forest. You watched him from the side as you wanted to know: "So is one of those superpowers a god possesses to know where all people are throughout every single second?" You could hear his deep chuckle as he answered: "I'm afraid we are not as cool as that. The truth is, that we have something like employees, people and spirits, that are making sure, that everything is going according to plan, informing us if things are slightly off." You nodded your head, asking: "So one of those spirits found me?"

"No, it was your little friend telling me where you went as I was searching for you." You had to think about it for a few moments, before a smile appeared on your face, wanting to know: "Lizzy?"

"Lizzy", he confirmed amused. You stayed silent for a few moments before you said, your voice sadder than before: "She and her family had been killed, haven't they?"

"Yes they had. Rather brutally to be honest. I know, that it's actually nothing I should talk about but her father had to watch her mother being raped and killed like he had to watch Lizzy getting killed before that scum of society slit his throat.“, Roman answered with you hissing outraged: "I hope that their murderer rots in hell."

"He does. And he almost dragged you in."

"That creature, that was holding my wrist…?“

"Was their murderer, yes. He probably somehow knew that you made Lizzy's acquaintance, getting a certain kick of bewitching you. That was the second time I've tossed him in there personally and if he asks for it, I will do so a third and a fourth." You wanted to say something else, wanted to ask him how he can handle his life down here, but instead Roman let you know: "I guess I should tell you a few things about this whole place here first. The underworld is a realm, that is only visible for the dead, made solely for them. No living could ever find it and if they do for whatever reasons, Cerberus is there to hold them back."

"But I'm here.", you said before you added: "Does this mean that I am dead?" You feared his answer, but you simply had to know. „No, you are very much alive.", he smiled at you, saying: "Although I have to stick to the rules down here, I nevertheless make them. I can alter them to a certain degree but I can't apply them to some people and not to others. Since you traded your soul for your sister's, I brought you here as one, meaning your body and your soul are still connected. You're as alive as I am. Sometimes exceptions have to be made." You didn't ask what he meant as you listened closely what he was telling you. "When I brought you here, I basically skipped a part. Cerberus protecting the gates of the underworld was not the real entrance. I didn't want to scare you, so I haven't started at the very entrance but we can go there if you want to. Before you can enter the underworld, you are greeted by spirits, that are supposed to scare every living away, that should find the entrance to the underworld. If you come that far you will meet grief, anxiety, diseases, old age, fear, agony, death and sleep. Besides that, there are many beasts like centaurs, gorgons, the Lernaean Hydra or Harpies guiding the entrance. Souls, that are on their way to the underworld, will be brought to Cerberus by my loyal Ferryman Charon, who brings them either over the river Acheron or the river Styx."

While he was talking, Roman led you back to the beautiful landscapes you had been coming from and you listened closely, comparing everything he was telling you with the knowledge you thought you had gathered from your books. "Is it true, that the underworld is surrounded by six rivers?", you wanted to know with Roman chuckling as he answered: "I see you have really studied that book. But no, there are only five main rivers. You have Styx, the river of hatred, circling the underworld seven times. There's Acheron, the river of pain, Lethe, the river of forgetfulness, Phlegethon, the river of fire and Cocytus, the river of wailing. Whatever you are doing, don't go into them, don't drink from them… Acheron makes you feel pain, Lethe makes you forget everything. They stick by their name.“

You nodded your head, wanting to know: "Once a soul passes Cerberus, what then? Is it allowed to wander free?" Roman shook his head as he continued: "No. Since you were fainting, you unfortunately couldn't see what was happening then. Come on, follow me." You didn't dare to ask where you were going but just minutes later you saw Cerberus' back in front of a massive gate while a lot of souls passed through it.

"Have they...? I mean...", you started with Roman nodding as if he knew what you wanted to ask: „Yes, all of them have recently died. I know that there is a lot of different religions out there but no matter what people believe, there is only one underworld. Everyone that dies, ends up here, no matter your culture, country, religion. Those souls coming down here... They have died of war, old age, suicide, homicide, accidents... They are all coming down here in this one place. Come on.", you felt his hand on your back as he was guiding you closer, so you could see what was going on.

He didn't let go of you probably fearing that you might faint again. You couldn't turn your eyes away as you noticed that the souls were heading towards three people, that sent out an aura of authority. "Are those the judges?", you whispered as Roman nodded his head, explaining: "Yes as soon as the souls arrive here they are at the mercy of Minos, Rhadamanthus and Aeacus, which decide the fate of the souls, sending them to one of technically three bigger areas down here in the underworld.“ Before he could continue, you wanted to know: "Do you have any say in this?"

"Of course, I do. But I'm trusting them and their judgement. There was never a case where I had to interfere, where I had to make their decision obsolete, although I'm basically looking at every choice they are making.“

"Isn't that a lot of work?", you asked skeptical, causing him to chuckle as he answered: "Yes it is, but since it is my only purpose in life and the underworld doesn't run itself, it is okay." You were curious, wanted to know what was with Persephone but you didn't dare to ask. Somehow you didn't really want to make her acquaintance although it was you that had mentioned her a couple of days ago."What happens to them now?", you asked with Roman explaining: "As already mentioned, the judges choose now where the souls are sent to. It is taken into account how they have behaved while they were alive, what kind of people they were, how they treated others, how they treated animals etc. Wealth and money doesn't count down here, it is your character and your treatment of others as well as how much good you had done, that decides where you are sent to. If they choose a soul for Elysium, it has to drink from Lethe first, so it forgets anything of its former life and can live a restful and stress-free afterlife."

"Why don't you leave them their memories?", you wanted to know. Roman gave you a sad smile, replying: "Because it would hurt them too much. They should be able to live a peaceful life here and don't need to be reminded of their past lives or the way they died."

"But maybe they want to remember. Maybe they don't want to forget the people close to them, the people they loved, the life they have left?", you mentioned, thinking about your own past, that seemed to be so long ago. Roman must have heard the sadness in your voice as he answered: "Don't worry Y/N. It's not like that. Take a look at Lizzy. Once a soul's family member, friend, wife or husband, you name it... Once they arrive here said soul will remember them, will remember the beautiful life they had shared. It is basically just a limited time, that they would forget about that to lessen their pain. It is my duty to make sure that they will recognize and remember each other once they meet again." Your heart immediately went light when you heard those words. That indeed sounded like paradise to you. "That sounds beautiful", you smiled with Roman returning it as he stated: "It is. Inside of Elysium there is the Isles of the Blessed. It would be too complicated to explain it now in detail but under certain circumstances you are granted access to the Isles of the Blessed, that grants unending bliss. There's another area, that consists of the Mourning Fields and the Fields of Punishment. The Mourning Fields are inhabited by those souls, that wasted their lives on unrequited love. I know, that it sounds harsh but those souls going there are not bad. They even have been granted access to the Elysium but for whatever reason, that only they know, they decided that they didn't want to drink from Lethe, that they didn't want to forget their past life but they would rather spend their eternity mourning what they had lost. This Field just like the Field of Punishment is located close to the forest we had passed before. The Field of Punishment is full of those souls, that had committed crimes, that were mostly bad during their lifetime. Those souls aren't forgetting their old lives either as they shall remember what they are getting punished for. It's a task I don't exactly love but it is my job to decide on their punishment, just as I can grant them absolution when I'm of the opinion that they fully regret, what they had done. In that case I can send them to Elysium after all if they paid their dues. The place, I have found you before, is the worst form of the Field of Punishment."

You shivered once again as you whispered: "That was Tartarus, wasn't it?" Roman nodded his head and without thinking about it twice he was pulling you closer, whispering: "Tartarus is the most terrible place in the whole underworld. It's not really belonging here but it's rather a place far beneath the underworld. It is dark through and through, the fiery water of Phlegethon is running down there. Being in Tartarus equals pure terror and horrific pain. Only the worst souls like the murderer of Lizzy's family end up down there. Sometimes they try to find their way out, sometimes they make it to the surface, but as soon as they reach it, I'm tossing them back in right away. I'm just so sorry that he got his hand on you." You were gulping hard as you rubbed over your wrist.

You didn't want to think about it so you asked: "What's the third place?" Roman studied your face for some more moments but whatever he wanted to say, he decided against it, as he answered instead: "Those are the Fields of Asphodel, basically that area, where people head to, that wanted to remember their past, and people that were not good enough for Elysium, as stupid as this sounds. It is the area surrounding the palace." You thought about it before you wanted to know: "So this means that Lizzy and her family were not good enough for Elysium?" Roman had to smile as he realized how shocked you sounded. "No, this just means that a soul down here has a saying in where it wants to be. The judges make their choice but that doesn't mean, that a soul doesn't have a free will. If a soul is allowed to enter Elysium but wants to stay in the Fields of Asphodel, it is free to do so. If a soul is sent to the Fields of Punishment, it has no other choice than to go there. People, that have been good in their lifetime, can decide here as well."

This statement somehow really calmed you down. Before you could say anything else there was an uproar in front of the judges as some souls didn't seem to be happy with where the judges were sending them. "Seems as if there is work to do. How about you head back to the palace while I take care of this matter? I will catch up with you once I am done here and will answer every possible question you have then.", Roman's deep voice asked, locking eyes with you. You scolded yourself as you had the feeling of drowning in them, trying to keep a clear thought as you answered: "Okay. I'm trying not to get lost again." You heard his heartfelt laugh as he replied: "I really hope so." With that he turned around, heading for the gate while you were staring after him. You still couldn't process any of that but he was right with one thing. When he was around you, you felt safe.

#roman reigns x reader #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns #roman reigns imagine #roman reigns x you #roman reigns x y/n #roman reigns story #roman reigns series #greek underworld au #greek mythology au

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madokasoratsugu · 6 years

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thursday afternoons

[haibara + amuro; platonic (kind of introspective)]

summary: haibara visits poirot, amuro notices her (and wonders why)

a/n: yall ever kick back and realise how amuro and haibara are connected by akemi and her mum. and that they dont even fuckin know. what the heck.

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It’s an odd happenstance that began in early May.

Every Thursday afternoon, an elementary school girl with poise of someone ten years older walks into Poirot. Without fail, she’ll take a seat at the table in the middle of the store, and quietly order one glass of iced tea which lasts for the entirety of her stay that consists of nothing but reading a heavy tome pulled from her comically small red backpack.

On Thursdays, the store is always half empty. Needless to say, it’s difficult not to notice her, especially for someone like Amuro.

“Oh, that’s Haibara Ai-chan. One of Conan-kun’s friends.” Azusa-san had chimed in when she caught Amuro staring once. “She doesn’t come here alone often, though.”

Facts that Amuro already knew, but was still polite enough to smile and thank for.

Facts that irk him, with how effortlessly she adopts an unassuming nature.

Any other child, from the Detective Boys to a stranger, Amuro would simply turn a blind eye to.

But this girl sits as if she waits.

It’s a trained posture, one of a figure not quite prey or predator.

A page flips, and still he can tell her ears and eyes are trained on her surroundings instead of her book.

It’s a sort of stance he recognises from hardened black cloaked criminals or too smart bespectacled detectives.

Yet he cannot fit her in either category; in any category he has neatly alphabetised in his head.

She slips between the labels, balancing on the cusp of endangered and dangerous.

Another page flips.

Amuro puts down the next cup of coffee a little too harshly, and smoothly apologises for the ordinary clack of glass against wood.

She’s just a child, he tells himself.

But the nagging gut feeling of something being wrong with the eight year old girl who reads Frankenstein are too loud to ignore.

Honed instincts are vital to any policeman. Juggling three hats filled with timed bombs, Amuro thinks he should know this better than anyone.

The only thing that’s keeping him from walking over and striking an interrogation beautifully fancied as a conversation is another eight year old child by the name of Edogawa Conan.

The spectacular double take the boy had had upon seeing Haibara one day did not go unnoticed by the blond.

Conan had hurried over to her, hissing questions that she calmly answered with a brow raised.

Snippets of their low conversation was enough for Amuro to piece the picture of the Thursday afternoon visits together.

A Science convention coming up, the professor and Subaru-san too busy to watch her - not like she really needed to be watched, but the professor insisted, so where else could she go, Edogawa-kun?

Conan rolls his eyes as Haibara flips another page boredly.

He says something about Poirot being safe he guesses, and Amuro catches his glance from the corner of his eye.

As Conan leaves, he all but barrels Amuro into a corner of the shop, narrowed eyes possessing a glint so sharp Amuro feels not for the first time the tenacity of a man within the child pointed against his throat.

“Watch over her.” He simply says. Raw protectiveness is clearly heard through his calmly spoken words. He knows well enough that Amuro listens in on more than he’s invited to. “And leave her alone. She won’t do anything if you don’t start it first.”

“Why would I pick fights with an elementary school child, Conan-kun?” Amuro asks lightly, smiling at the way Conan easily picks apart his curious question to its bare bones as an investigative statement.

Conan shakes his head, the hard lines on his face easing out into a grin. It sparks with mirth and dare Amuro say, trust.

“Just give her an easy time, Amuro -niisan .”

So Amuro had, and so he would.

Haibara isn’t a child who causes a ruckus, anyway. Azusa-san serves her, and she remains a model child for the rest of the day.

There isn’t a reason for Amuro to be this unnerved.

Yet he is.

So reservedly she holds herself, so delicately she handles the atmosphere, Amuro cannot help but be aware.

In the calm silence of her, Haibara flips a page soundlessly.

She never chooses a seat near the windows.

Amuro thinks it means she has something to hide, someone to hide from. Or maybe she just doesn’t like the sun, the way it bathes one in warmth and gentle light.

She never gets a second serving of tea.

Amuro thinks it means she doesn’t want any attention drawn to her, that she cannot afford more conversation than necessary. Or maybe she just needed a reason to stay, and one glass is all that’s required.

Haibara Ai is a mystery Amuro doesn’t have the clues to solve.

It isn’t for the lack of it, but rather the surplus.

He knows too much of Haibara, but not enough of Ai.

But he catches glimpses.

In the moments when the sunlight catches the tilted sheen of her rosy hair; when she lets slip a smile as she reads; when she angles her face toward the window, soft sadness directed at girls in high school uniforms, at women with dark, flowing hair.

But it all melds into neutrality as she turns back to her book, a trained restraint unseen in other children her age.

Her steadiness intrigues him like Conan’s genius does.

Like a crisp ring of the bell, it appears in instances and echoes.

Even in the thundering of an afternoon downpour, it remains.

Clear and unbroken, unaffected.

Haibara curls a hand around her ear, pushing her hair behind it.

Today it’s a simpler novel, one of the latest releases from the local bookshop.

The minimalist cover gives it away.

For all that Haibara cloaks away about herself, she is terribly open about the smallest potential trip ups.

But Haibara is open in the way that threatens. A well polished blade for anyone she doesn’t like to test how well it may or may not cut.

It works well enough for everyone except Amuro.

For everyone except those that really matters, he might even guess.

And in the coffee shop that’s empty for anyone else bear the two of them, it entices Amuro to see how well Haibara can wield it.

A memory of a trusting smile flickers, and the thought wavers, disappears.

It’d still do well for Azusa-san to hurry back from her delivery, though.

A kettle whistles.

Moments later, the sweet fragrance of steeping coffee beans punctures the drearily lit shop.

Haibara barely startles.

Droplets of water slick down the side of her untouched glass.

Increasing patters of the rain fill the shop, drowns the occupants in the white noise, the growing ocean.

Amuro’s breaths slow just the slightest, to adjust to their faux undersea.

Thunder claps.

Atmosphere rippling, Haibara shifts.

As she does, Amuro thinks he sees saltwater clinging to her hair, the corners of her eyes.

Hands paused in a mid-turn of page, gaze fixed on the empty streets outside, the grey clouds.

Submerged, her lips are parted in a soundless whisper.

Words unheard, unspoken.

Unknowing of what might be spoken of.

Another bout of lighting flashes, and something foreign too flashes across Haibara’s face.

The surge of electricity cuts her rose coloured hair white, and a smile grazes the edges of her lips.

In the resound of the rain, Haibara resides; keeps within her blue eyes.

Sinking deep, deeper still, into the echoes of the rainwater all around.

The tea towel crumples in Amuro’s hand.

Recalls the glassiness of a sea surface in his own mirror.

Then the page is set down, the heaviness of the rain already replaced with blank focus.

Amuro licks his dry lips.

It’s uncanny, still.

But it’s a trait he’s suddenly has lost all interest in prying.

That bittersweet fade in her demeanor akin to a mourning shroud convinces him of so.

Haibara Ai still intrigues him, but Amuro thinks he might be able to let it be just that, for now.

Even Amuro cannot bring himself to drain their self-made oceans just to fulfil his own ego.

Sometimes drowning is more preferable to choking on air, after all.

Polished porcelain clinks gently against the wooden table. He doesn’t apologise for the ordinary sound.

There isn’t a need to be more than he is. Not in front of her.

Haibara’s nose twitches at the whiff of fresh coffee.

She looks up, and Amuro gives a customary smile.

“Today’s chilly. This is on the house.”

Haibara eyes him warily, but she takes the mug between her hands.

Warmth seeps into her little frame, but not a single muscle in her body reflects it.

Such slight shoulders, yet it held the grievances of a world and all it had to offer.

For the first time in all the months she’s visited the establishment, Haibara looks him in the eye and speaks directly to him.

“Thank you.”

Her voice is a steady, quiet thrum.

Mute aching tugs at Amuro’s heart strings.

“You’re welcome.”

He doesn’t have to try for his words to come out genuine, this time.

Clatters of the cafe door draw both their attention.

Their crafted undersea washes out the front door.

As laughter, the scraping of furniture, loud conversations trying to one up each other in volume replaces it, Amuro almost spies what looks like disappointment in Haibara’s stiffened stance

Azusa-san returns just as Amuro finishes seating all of them.

Within the blur of motion, food and coffee, Haibara’s time of departure comes alarmingly quickly.

At six on the dot, she quietly returns her book to her bag.

Taking a folded umbrella out, Haibara unfurls it as she makes her way to the door.

Weaving expertly between the throngs of people, a motion too smooth to have mastered in eight short years.

But her steps are lighter than usual, even a softness to her usual taut gaze.

What was the use of dwelling over someone like her, really?

Why was he so drawn?

Setting a plate of sandwiches down, Amuro finds himself just in time to hold the door for her.

Haibara glances at him as her umbrella snaps open like a new bloom.

“See you next Thursday.” Amuro says, gentle in a way he thought he forgot.

And a silver of a smile she offers back strikes him as - familiar.

Familiar in a way he thought he forgot, amidst blood and antiseptic and alcohol coded names.

Haibara nods.

When she turns, pale hair swinging over her shoulders, Amuro almost expects to see flowing black locks instead.

The door shuts.

Through the condensed glass, Amuro finds it hard to tear his eyes away from her umbrella, still.

Watching her leave, mixed with the gentle cascade of rain, Amuro thinks he might miss these Thursday afternoons, after all.

#detective conan #amuro tooru #furuya rei #haibara ai #miyano shiho #melon writes

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agilneanrose · 6 years

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Just another adventure.

“Hey you there, you that guy I was lookin for? Yeah you is! Names Rudie. You don’t know my face, Flynn sent me. Says you are might a b’clever and ‘e was thinking you could help us a bit. You know, scratching itches or whatever it was ‘e said.” Rudie’s brown stare darted to the man as he jogged to a stop, the woman beside him given a once over. “Guess yer doll…”

“--Excuse me.” Rosemarri’s form stiffened and her basket of herbs moved from one arm to the other as if she was going to beat him with it. There was a touch of one hand to the small of her back and she turned that displeased stare upwards to find the amused features of the man beside her. - The runner was talking a bit faster now, as if that silent conversation between the pair spelled his doom. “No disrespect! I-I.. fergot. Some words dont come from me mouth right. Doll… Mah-lay-dee.” The last word sounded slowly, as if he had to force his lips to make sounds they weren’t used to making. “Thing is.. - we got a might bit ah problem and Flynn there got called away b’fore the problem could be solved and he saids to me. ‘Rudie, my boy..’ -thats me-- ‘go find me that man from the belly. he owes me one er two.’ An so ‘ere I am. So the thing is -- some mites got taken from their keepers. No mums to cry about it but that dont mean we gotta leave em there. Plan is, go in.. bust some heads and get the kids out. What say you?”

At some point Rosemarris’s stare settled onto the man’s gaunt face and she squinted, attempting to follow along with what he was saying. Kids. She turned her gaze upwards once more to find that Daedris looked torn, if she could judge his expression at best he was undecided and she dipped her basket towards him to bonk against his hip. “It will be alright. This is the market, what could happen here?”

“Market? Well.. guards dont need a reason to snatch ya, honest to gods --” His voice trailed off and he looked between the two of them, clearing his throat loudly. “uh..I got some boys that’ll keep an eye on her in Bridgeport. Honest to gods aint nothin’ll happen with their eyes workin’.” He looked between them, waiting for some sorta warning from the man or protest from the woman. Neither was given.

“It’ll be fine, Daedris. It will give me a chance to get to know the people.”

“Ro-o Daedris, what do you say? I gots a boat that’ll take us right there.” One long arm moved outwards to motion down the stairs to the docks.

“No.” He waited, gingerly taking the basket from Rosemarri’s arm. She watched him, thoughtful at his choice.

“Oh riot! Uh.. Flynn -- ‘e said you’d be askin me -Rudie- for a parley.. -- “ His voice trailed off and he squinted his eyes, which crunched his entire dirty face up into one of exaggerated thought. “But I i- aint not no parley..” He then began to pat himself down, searching for what shouldn’t even a shape let alone be carried in a pocket. “I have one -- well then, lead the way to the boat.” Daedris risked a glance at the woman beside him, her features confused and that caused the corners of his lips to kick upwards. “Do you want me to share my parley with you, Rose?” His voice soft, a gentle teasing, as he followed along after the fast walking messenger. “No. Whatever it is that you boys have to share, I want no part of..” She mock huffed, turning her gaze from him to take in the path to the boat.

Bridgeport - Old Drust Road.

“What we got here is Bridgeport. Daedris you come with me and mylaydee you got this nice view of Umber shore from this here house. The folks ere’ll watch o’ver you. Nice n’ safe and we will be back with those mites faster than you can pee in a bush.” Rosemarri’s gaze didn’t stray to Daedris this time, she turned and moved up the stairs towards the interior of the house. “The bushes shall do...” She huffed. Part one.

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freshoutofthegutter · 3 years

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Jackets

He laughed!

He had the fucking audacity to laugh.

The warm breath from his mouth, forming precipitates as his dusky pink lips grinned.

She didn't even bother turning her head to spare him a mere glance. Another car zoomed past them reminding her of the lack of clothing on her arms.

"I will squeeze your knees", she hissed.

This time he threw his head back and laughed. It was so far back that she prolly thought that he would tip over.

She started her March across the now empty road. Just as the signals shifted.

It took a moment for him to realise that he was alone and the evil vixen had crossed over to the other side. His driver approached him, distracting him. It was in that moment he lost where she was.

"Yes felix", he murmured.

"Car's ready sir". He informed.

"Have a spin then", he gestured spinning his finger as he crossed, j walked across the road. Barely missing a car.

Lifting his hands up in apology but a shit eating grin said otherwise.

"Idiot", she cursed. As she watched him risk his life casually strolling across the road. A kid in the small yet packed cafe was mesmerised by her two tier anarkali dress. As her mum waited in the line for a bite to grab. The bangles on her wrist was what had her hooked. She smiled at kid and hoped that her pursuer had fucked off.

"Are you allergic to flowers?", she asked the kid who appeared to be 7 ish. The kid shook her head which was covered by a neon pink cap.

"Here, you can have them", she smiled taking the jasmine and rose bangles off her wrists.

The kid's face lit up with joy. The mother was keeping an eye on her kid. As everyone was busy looking as the woman in traditional Asian festive drab. After a quick polite conversation the mother and daughter duo were out.

She moved in a corner away from the window. Stealing a glance at the clock it was ten past eleven. She had been in here for the last ten minutes. Reaching for strength the battle the cold weather outside. She dived into the reservoir of anger she held against her parents for what they had said to her this evening. She looked outside and rubbed her arms. That had goosebumps but no hair because of lazer. She Took her time release the veil that she had pinned earlier and placed it around her shoulders well aware that it wouldn't offer any protection from the cold. The front door opened, gush of cold wind and an overjoyed "there you are".

He walked up to her putting his phone in the pocket of his bespoke jacket . Every eye followed him. Hoping for drama to unfold and drama did he serve.

"How did you find me?". Voice venomous.

"I just asked followed the breadcrumbs, well in your case the smell of the flowers", he. Smiled tilting his head to the side which only provoked icy glares from her.

"Oh, look at my sweet model throwing tantrums", he teased.

She gave him a puzzled look. A man to her left offered her help if the suit was being bother some. Which she declined with the shake of her head.

" she is my muse. I'd never bother her", his eyes fluttered with mischief. "I was merely hoping that she would return back to me so I could praise and marvel her beauty for the rest of the night", he placed a hand over his chest signet glinting at the faux offence.

" stop it", she warned. Glancing outside.

"Oo. Grumpy. I get it you haven't eaten. I know those pesky photographs dont want you eating during shoots and you dont like to be filmed when eating", he pointed at her. Oozing cheekiness.

"Well, let me rectify that", he murmured turning to the menu being particularly unimpressed. " do you want a chocolate muffin or walnut darling", he inquired keeping his hand on his chin.

He didn't hear a reply.

Someone pointed out to him that she had left. He followed hot on her trail.

"How were you planning on paying?", he called keeping a meter of distance between them.

"I wasn't ordering anything". She called back. He took this as a positive sign and happily walked up to her side.

" really. Not even a coffee?", he was puzzled. "I certainly could use one". He pointed out sliding his hand into his pocket.

" I'm not throwing a tantrum", she spoke.

"Really", he wasn't buying it.

"You have no idea the amount of self control I'm showing not to punch you". She smiled at him. "I deserve a reward". She spoke to herself.

"What time would that be around because I have an invitation for breakfast because I managed to unconsciously impress an uncle of yours",

"Do me a favour and dont go", she commented.

"Only If you invite me to your reward thing". He offered.

"Whatever it's your loss, Probably would want you to invest in a project", she dismissed with the wave of her hand.

"I'll do whatever I see fit", he spoke. Throwing her words from earlier.

"Wow", she mocked. Folding her arms across her front amazed that he would do this.

"Yes you look stunning, dressed in lace and anger. This is definitely working for me". He gestured to her 5'5" hundred pounds frame.

"Why did you come?"

"Because I was invited"

"Next time decline". She hissed. Stroking her arms.

He automatically assumed that she was cold.

"Its amazing how all this anger is keeping you warm. If not hot". He stroked her bare shoulder and unfolded her arms grabbing her hands. Finding them ice cold. He stroked her fingers.

He pulled her closer to him. "Have I mentioned it's working very well for me", he winked. She shivered again. Breaking eye contact.

" next time we will colour coordinate". He grinned.

"There will not be a next time". She clarified.

" there were several of your cousins. I'm pretty sure. One of them could decide." He began.

"I'm next and if not me then Tina", she managed to verbalize as a rush of cold air managed to shake her pin straight hair.

He lost his cheeky edge for a moment. That caused his security to take a step in their direction. She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and he stared at her.

"I volunteer". He spoke.

Naturally she punched him smack in the middle of his chest. Now his security was standing to his left as he laughed. And she hugged her hand close to her chest.

" Ivon. She is a foot shorter than me do you really think that was necessary", he scolded.

" fuck you", she hissed.

"Ooo role play in public, I just have to figure how to get under that....." he was practically devouring her. That straight hair and braty behaviour entertaining him enticing.

"Run along Ivon". He nodded to his left.

She was clearly embarrassed to have a witness to this behaviour.

"I'll be....", she trailed off walking into an incredibly pricey high end store. Where only 9 articles were on display.

"You know my employees sign an NDA so you dont have to worry about anything", he stood next to her and settled his hand at the base of her spine.

A platinum blond approached them with glossy smile offering help. She didn't even look at her. He politely told her that they are still looking. She kept her distance.

Stroking the fur of a peach jacket smiled to herself.

"Care to share". His voice floated through the soft notes of the piano.

"Tina always said that stores that display eleven items always over price". He nodded in agreement as he observed the lack of price tags.

" are these all?" Tirza said gesturing to the rack.

"We have more, these are just our best sellers". The attendant smiled.

" what is madam looking for". She asked trying to get an idea.

" a puffer coat perhaps", she said nodded.

" a silk and wool evening coat with a belt, preferably cream". He smiled.

" right this way", the woman turned on her heel.

"How much do you have on you?" Tirza asked. As she fixed her non functional veil for the third time.

"So you're letting me buy you a jacket", he delighted.

"No. I'm buying myself a jacket and am temporarily borrowing money from you", she clarified. "Black", she said as the woman held up two puffer jacket options.

"I dont see silk or wool in that", Oliver commented.

"One moment please", Tirza smiled quickly at the attendant and dragged Oliver away by his arm.

" look I can't accept an over priced jacket from you that I'll wear for just 30 minutes". She explained.

" it takes 15 to get to mine and 25 if you're walking".

Groaning she cried, " why is this fun for you?".

" because I got to spend a lovely evening observing you, looking absolutely delicious and angelic", his lips hovered over her cheek. " also it was my first time at an Asian engagement party, I throughly enjoyed myself".

" that's a first. I didn't know", Tirza hummed.

"Plus the ladies were pretty to look at". He joked.

" ofcourse", she swatted him on his arm.

" tremendously physical aren't we this evening", he murmured huskly grabbing her wrist.

" I'm just annoyed, itchy and cold", she sighed, " but proud" she added.

" because...." his eyebrows raised.

" because I wore flats". She raised the skirt to show her feet.

" cold I can fix, now where is the itch?". He teased eyeing her.

" no just drop me home", she said rubbing her hands on her arms.

" no. You're coming with me", he spoke sternly.

" Oliver", she warned. He raised his eyebrows at her taunting her.

Fine two can play dirty.

" home", she poked at his arm.

" no", he refused to look at her.

" I need to change out of this itchy top I'm pretty sure my boobs are scratched". She stated looking at his face. Waiting for information to click in.

" pardon", he was pretty sure his misheard her. Did she just say boobs out loud?

" Tirza, are you telling me that you haven't got a thing under that?" He pointed to her front.

"Yes. That's why I needed to get a jacket because I'm cold and you...", she was about to say something that would potentially have them kicked out of the store.

" Angi. I want the champagne silk and wool French style coat with a belt". He stared at her challenging her to defy him.

" but she asked for the puffer Oliver". The woman argued.

" I know what she asked for. But get me what I want. You've been dealing with us for ages please dont let your reputation waver", he almost snapped.

" absolutely, right away". She scampered off.

" cool. She knows your name", Tirza pointed out coolly.

" yes" he looked at her briefly and his eyes dipped south. She caught that. " benefit of being non existent" she joked.

" they are plenty enough for me". He groaned.

" did you know?". She smiled wickedly at him.

" no", he spoke after a deep breath.

"Honestly I didn't notice it until you mentioned so", he gestured to her front.

" because darling if I'd known then there would have been no way that I would have let you parade on the streets in this balls freezing cold".

"I kind of like the cold", she commented. " gives me time to think",

" about being an infuriating tease", he remarked.

" whatever". She rolled her eyes.

" shall we?", he offered her his arm.

"Why thank you Sir", she accepted it.

He directed her to the modern glass counter to pay. Like he did on those rare moments when he accompanied his mother.

The duo stopped before a behemoth mirror that was two stories in length approximately.

He readjusted the jacket and tucked at his collar. " you look fine", she patted his hand. A frown had settled on his brow. " mighty fine I may add and its absolutely working for me", she added using his arm, and her tip toes to reach his ear. But missed by a few inches. She looked so cute. Tiny and pratically engulfed by the bottom of her outfit. She met his gaze in the mirror. "Okay. I look good too", she said shyly

"Ah, yes. But we could have matched and it would have been ever better". He murmured scratching the very mild beard on his face. " I wasn't even sure you were going to show up", she sighed.

" or else I would have matched my knickers" she blinked innocently at him.

" ofcourse you would have," he smiled sarcastically.

" Angie," he called the woman was next to him in less than a blink. " I'd like to take the puffer and cream trench coat, do not place that on the family's account but on mine". He slipped his arms from Tirza to pull his wallet out.

" absolutely", she complied giving him a secretive smile.

" baby. we only need one. Tell her to put one away before she tags them". Tirza tried to reason.

" yes. One. You picked and the other I'm buying for you", he spoke placing a kiss on her hair.

" could I please have the bill?", Tirza asked.

The attendee immediately turned to see what Oliver had to say.

With a quick scan of their purchase. Tirza turned on her heal the bottom of her skirt twirling.

" I'm charging this to Tina", Tirza frowned.

" I have a better option", Oliver offered. As he kept her attention on her skin that she wouldn't look at both the articles being packed and halt the process.

" what may that be?", she thought.

"Charge Drew, I'm sure he can handle the damage and I'll tell him I got you something and his Aries ass will want to top that off", his eyes were overflowing with mischief.

"And buy Tina more shite and then they would fight". Tirza completed. Disappointed.

"Thank you Angi", he smiled taking the purchases.

" oh, love do try them on", he offered her the bags.

" everyone is staring at us", she observed.

"So let them", he shrugged taking the cream coat out of its casing.

"Not wearing that",

"But it compliments your dress, that's why I picked it", he explained.

"It costs more than everything in wearing". She cried moving outside.

"Tirza you're awfully upset, it's just a jacket", he tried to calm her. As she started to walk again.

"Jackets, plural", she corrected.

"Fine. Jackets, you know I like to get you nice things", he said offering her the cream coat once again.

" now you sound like a sugar daddy. An investor, and I sound like a brat kept", she exclaimed. On the verge of cryin on everyone. Including myself", she began. Wiping a tear quickly. "I know I should be reasonable and accept the Jackets because its freezing I may end up catching pneumonia and die", she laughed at the end. Quoting Emerson.

His reaction was glacial at that statement but at least she was talking and he wanted to hear what she had to say.

"I've turned into this over analysing and controlling bitch just by being with them all for a few hours".

" That's enough, stop belittling yourself", he warned.

" why are you yelling at me?", she spoke through the heavy lump in her throat.

" oh luv, I'm not yelling at you. Please come with me". He begged stroking her cheekbones.

"You should leave before their", she paused and laughed. " my madness spoils what we have, I've turned into this controlling freak and telling you not to go places. I mean we are just seeing eachother". She spoke on a sneeze.

" excuseme", she heard him say. In a tone he had never used with her. Which only made her cry more.

"We have been together...we have been exclusively together....", he corrected himself.

"No one asked you to", she rebutted.

That was his limit. He had enough of this outburst.

" you listen to me Tirza", he transferred the bags to his forearm. With a firm grip on her waist he pulled her to him. " I'm aware that you're upset", he stroked her face. " I'm sorry that people say rude things. But, I'm in love with that over analysing brain of yours", he lifted her chin with his finger and placed a firm kiss on her forehead.

"Your family do have an effect on you, because that's how families are. You have had no one except them. And frankly speaking they guilt trip you into doing what you wouldn't possibly want to do", he signed. As she took a cold breath. Nodding. Casuing the remaining tears to slide down her face.

Which he wiped with his thumb.

" I choose to love you and be with you and this isint because of your family bullying me into loving you, it's how I feel towards you, what i feel is so intense that whatever happens when i meet your family. It will always be greater than them",

" I'm afraid of being the controlling woman", she croaked, "and being selfish".

He had silenced her with a kiss. What a sight it was. A woman in a fancy garb experiencing an emotional breakdown while a man consolidated her. As his security watched. She shivered in his embrace as more tears flowed.

She needed to be held. And he held her. Completely understanding her. Slowly pouring strength into her along with warmth from his body.

He was aware that she had issues, so did he. But what they had and his emotions towards her were far too intense to be dismissed away.

The woman in his life was having a breakdown of sorts at eleven thirty-ish. He was honoured to hold her broken pieces until she found the energy to mold them back into a stronger version of herself.

She had shivered twice already. A third one that practically rocked his upper body.

"Tirza", he whispered at her crown. Inhaling the scent of her hair, he smiled because he knew that she had a weird habit of putting a small spray of perfume in her hair.

"Hmmm", she acknowledged, practically melted in her embrace.

"Please put a jacket on?", he requested.

She broke from his embrace. He prepared himself for a protest. He watched her turn around. Her back to him. As she gathered the shimmery barely there veil in one hand.

"Well, hurry up", she spoke as another car passing by caused her hair to whoosh.

"Sorry", he murmured, shoving his hand in the bag and pulling out the puffer jacket.

"Which one?", his hand hovered not daring.

"Cream", she managed inhaling sharply.

"Fucking....", he hurried to get the cream and silk creation out.

"Horse cock", she supplied slipping her arms in the sleeves. As he held her hair.

"Thank you Ivon", he spoke making her face heat up. She stopped and turned around to see that his security was standing two feet away from them. Holding both the bags. He had heard her suggestion.

She didn't dare make eye contact with Ivon or glance in his direction.

Oliver had a bloody grin on his face. Yep. He heard her.

'I hate you', she mouthed at him. Tossing him her crumpled veil. He simply shook his head and smiled at her.

She sneezed. Almost folding in half.

"Here madam", Ivon offered her a wipe.

"Thank you", she said quietly before a sneeze.

"Ivon, car", Oliver hissed as he watched her eyes water. Ivon nodded and rushed off.

Oliver tried to grab her hands but she didn't let him pointing out that there were germs involved.

"Fuck", he hissed. Slipping his hands in the jacket to rub her waist. Only to discover that the inner silk wasn't warm yet.

"Bloody hell', he cursed. Tirza looked at him confused as she was about to sneeze again. He wrestled out of his jacket and was no fighting the no good cream and wool devil off her.

"Ooo strip tease", she teased. As she rubbed her cheek against the warm material of his prized Burberry jacket.

"Now the shirt", she laughed as she watched him fold the jacket she had on formally neatly over his arm.

"You should return that, it's done you no good", she winked.

"Never", he practically growled. Pulling her into his side. Rubbing her arm. In an attempt to provide warmth.

"This is the first time a man has given me his jacket", she murmured as she snuggled him. His heartbeat fast.

"Thank you", she smiled. As she placed a small kiss on the skin right above the collar of his shirt.

"I love you too", he spoke in her hair as he held her closer.

"Madam," Ivon held the door open for her.

"Thank you", she nodded at him as she gracefully slid into the car.

The heated upholstery was a luxury that she moaned with relief.

"Where to Sir?", The driver who's name she couldn't recall asked making eye contact in the rearview mirror.

"Where to?", he asked turing to Tirza.

"Hi and hotel please", she smiled at the driver.

"Absolutely". The driver nodded.

"What floor are you on?", she asked as they entered the lobby.

"7th floor", he answered. As they walked to to counter. She looked at him puzzled.

"Key", he explained as he provided his name to the concierge who immediately provided him with an envelope.

" what's bothering you?", he asked.

"Just wondering who is cashing in on the over night stay?", she admitted.

He looked at her surprised. As he requested a few warm beverages and some fresh fruit for them to nibble on.

"Why, afraid you might run into someone?",

She nodded.

"Coffee or tea?", he asked.

"Tea, chamomile If they have it. Please", she requested. He conved it on.

The concierge informed him that his suitcase had already been delivered to the room.

"When did you get the room?", she asked amazed as they stepped in.

"Ivon did, this afternoon", he answered.

"Bath?", he offered.

"Actually a shower", she declined. Shrugging out of his jacket.

"Sure, I need to make a phone call", he pointed to the jacket that she had taken off.

She quickly showered. Relishing the intensity of the water. Upon leaving the ensuite bathroom she discovered him holding a cup of tea. He was still on the phone. So she busied herself with preparing on herself.

She was halfway done with the tea when he ended the phone call with and walked into the bathroom stripping.

She was surprised to see that the closet was already equipped with his clothes.

"How long are you planning to stay?", she questioned eyeing the contents.

"Two days", he answered startling her.

She jumped and her hand immediately went to the hotel supplied robe. While he wore a towel.

"Oh, God", she huffed. As he opened a closet door to pull out a small black bag.

He looked at her thoughtfully and motioned with his head to follow him to the bathroom.

"You didn't have to pick them up", he commented as he observed that she had picked his clothes from the their designated location on the marble.

"I didn't, house keeping did", explained. "I just handed it to her".

"Ah yes. Claire", he nodded. As he placed the contents of the bag on the double vanity. Which she sat on.

"That's a cute bag", she commented.

He shook his head at her.

"What", she cried dramatically. Getting off the marble.

"Stay", he requested observing his reflection in the massive mirror.

She hoped back on.

"You okay?", she asked tiling her head to the side.

"Yea. I might give up while shaving", he admitted. "If you go". He added.

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chaekkungki · 6 years

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tagged by @fluffy-yongguk smh why

what’s your favourite song(s) to sing/hum?

I think monsta x's entire discography and pink label by laysha atm and also random 3racha songs

what’s your favourite flower/tree/plant?

Um roses or orchids ig bc pretty? Im not a flower nerd like my mum but i like roses and orchids and @someone buy me some thanks :)

favourite colours?

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm i think pink...... And blue and black

what do you always doodle?

Lol A Mess

how do you take your coffee/tea?

I don't

favourite candle scent?

Noone lets me near candles bc I would 10/10 burn things/ just blow it out so

sunrise or sunset?

sunset

what perfume do you wear?

Lol i dont go outside so

what’s your go to dance move when you’re alone?

Um the Head Bop

favourite quote?

Either 'a semi colon is used when a sentence couldve ended; but it wasnt' or 'just because you dont understand, it doesnt its not true'

favourite self care routine(s)?

Whats a self care

fuzzy socks or house slippers?

fuzzy socks binch

what colour are your eyes?

blue

what’s your favourite eye colour on others?

Blue or hazel

favourite season? why?

spring bc pretty

cheek, neck, or nose kisses?

Idk? Cheek?

what does your happy place look like?

I dont wanna explain my happy place but when im sad I imagine being with my frens (and changkyun jsksk) and i just feel safe, if that makes sense? Like i can breathe normally for a while when i close my eyes and think of that.

favourite breed of dog?

Viszla bc i miss my doggos but also i rly like irish setters bc they look so soft

do you ever want to be married? if so, what colours would you pick for your wedding theme?

Jsksjeej i guess yes and djjdjee i want one of those weddings in a forest in spring so spring colours ig

cursive or print?

Im not even going to pretend ik what those words mean

favourite weather?

Hows the weather outside, it's sunny!!! Bc it makes me :)

i tag @chang-bins bc my other frens already got tagged so

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inkstainedfanfics · 7 years

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Frustrations

Request: "Yo may I request an imagine? Newt x reader, where newt is too shy to ask reader out, but Theseus is like some secret matchmaker and often creates 'situations' between the both of them and newt is forced into a deal where Theseus won't stop until newt asks reader out 😂 oh well this sounded a lot better in my head :) also brotherly, playful Theseus sounds nice"

Word Count: 2,271

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by @myrtus-amongst-the-stars but also tagging @caseoffics @red-roses-and-stories @dont-give-a-bother @fangirlingandcrying @ly--canthrope @benniesgalaxy @thosefantasticbeast2

Though he’d never admit it, you frustrate the hell out of Newt. You frustrate the hell out of him with your clumsiness when you drop a week’s worth of work. You frustrate the hell out of him with the way you wander into the fields, untraceable, for hours at a time to play with the diricrawls. But most of all, you frustrate the hell out of him because you had to go and be so damn lovable.

Newt doesn’t know how to approach you now. Anytime he says something, it’s a quiet stumbling of words that don’t make much sense. You used to be the one dropping vials everywhere, but now that’s him, one slipping between his fingers anytime you lean just a little to close and accidentally brush his arm. When he tries to focus on research, all he can imagine is the face you’d make and the joke you’d have lined up.

And it frustrates him to no end. How in the hell did he end up like this? It’s not like you’re the first girl he’s ever felt this way for. There was Leta, so long ago. A picture in a frame now, but once a girl with the most beautiful smile and a way of captivating Newt like no one else. Yet with her, he’d been confident, honest from the start. It’s different with you. He doesn’t know what to say, how to act. It’s like he’s a stuttering sixteen-year-old on a first date except he hasn’t even managed to make it that far. He doesn’t know how to ask you on a date, for Merlin’s sake.

So when he shows up at the hotel room the two of you are currently renting in Nebraska and a surprise visitor appears to be in the middle of an interesting conversation with you, he’s immediately tense.

“I didn’t know you would be here.”

“Newt!” Theseus shouts, standing from his chair to cross the room and pull his little brother into a hug. “It’s been so long since you last stopped by. I thought I should come check on my little brother.”

Newt extricates himself from the hug and steps around Theseus. “Terribly sorry, but I’m a bit busy.”

“Too busy for your older brother? Nonsense. I’ve come all this way to see you, you can’t turn me out at the door.”

Newt putters around the room, straightening things, eyes darting to you, asking a silent question.

You shrug in response. Theseus seems nice enough, but it’s clear by Newt’s behavior that Theseus agitates him.

Newt frowns once at you before stopping in front of his brother. “You could’ve written first.”

Theseus, noticing the looks, starts to realize exactly what’s happening. “Ah, yes, well, if you’re busy, don’t worry about me.” Newt’s shoulders begin to relax, but Theseus starts again. “I’ll just pass the time speaking with your assistant.”

He smirks at the reaction he earns: a red-faced, thin-lipped Newt glaring at him. “Are you all right, Newt? You look a little upset about something.”

Newt straightens. “Not a thing. Would you like some tea? I was just about to put some on the stove.”

“Sure, sure, I’ll have some.” Theseus grins and falls back into the chair he’d been sitting in before Newt entered. “So tell me, has my brother ever shown you how he dances?”

Newt’s low voice snaps through the room. “Theseus, enough.”

Intrigued, you shake your head. “He dances?”

“Oh, he was quite the dancer when we were younger. Mum would always catch him dancing around the hippogriffs.”

“Theseus, that’s a lie.” Newt says through grit teeth.

You don’t care if it’s a lie, the image’s funny enough. “Newt’s never mentioned that.”

“Because it isn’t true.” Newt’s sentence goes ignored.

“He’s a bit embarrassed by it. I don’t see why. He learned so much. Hey,” Theseus says, spinning to look at Newt, “perhaps you could show your lady how to dance.”

Newt’s face is a tomato. “She’s not my lady.”

“Assistant, sorry.”

Newt glances at you, heart thumping oddly at the blush in your own cheeks. “I’m not putting her through that.”

“Come on, Newt, you know you’d like to.”

“We don’t even have music.”

“Funny enough, I have some in my suitcase if you’ve a record player.”

You perk up. “We have one just over there. Newt and I picked it up a few months ago. Our old one broke when…” you glance at Newt, guilt clear on your face, but it disappears behind giggles at his own martyred expression, “when Newt spilled a potion all over it. Fried everything.”

Theseus’s own grin widens. “Well, we have music, Newt. What do you say you show the woman how to dance?”

Newt drops his head, eyes squeezed shut for only a brief moment before he looks up and mumbles. “You don’t need to dance. I’m sure you’re plenty busy.”

Theseus interrupts, speaking for you. “She can’t be that busy, you aren’t doing anything. And a waltz won’t take that long.”

Newt pleads silently with his brother, but Theseus doesn’t back down. You sit there the entire time, an odd feeling in your stomach, praying Newt will ask for a dance. You’d be more than happy to pretend you don’t know a simple waltz if it means being close to him for a few minutes.

Then a record’s floating from Theseus’s suitcase, landing in the player, and spinning, spitting out a soft tune.

Newt sighs softly. Knowing he’s lost, he turns to you, extends a hand, and asks for a dance.

You accept with a small laugh, teasing him about looking so tortured over such a small thing. You worry Newt can hear your heart through the entire dance.

Theseus sits back, winking at his brother whenever your back is to him, and wondering just how long he’ll be here before Newt works up the courage to do what the both of you obviously want.

“You know, a certain girl mentioned a fondness for these chocolates.”

Newt looks briefly down at the box of truffles in Theseus’s hands before returning to the shelf in front of him. “Yes, she enjoys them every now and then. Have you seen the book on doxies?”

“Doxies?” Theseus scoffs. “You have a beautiful woman over there making doe eyes at you and you’re worried about doxies? Priorities, little brother.”

Newt resists the urge to roll his eyes. “I need to be certain of their habitat.”

“Newt, honestly, when are you going to ask her on a date?”

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.” The words are sharp, a warning of Newt’s growing irritation.

“It wouldn’t be if either of you could just confront the elephant in the room, but you insist on tiptoeing around it like it’s not there. Come on, charge the damned thing. Tell her how you feel.”

“That’s enough, Theseus.”

“You need to say something, or I will for you.”

Newt’s eyes dart up to Theseus, measuring the honesty in the words. “You don’t have the nerves.”

“Newt, a blind man could see what’s between the two of you. Tell me you haven’t imagined sitting over dinner with her, talking about something other than that case.”

“I haven’t.”

“Bullshit. Listen, you need to say something or someone else will get her. You willing to let her get away because of some nerves?”

“Theseus, I asked you to –“ Newt doesn’t get to finish his sentence when Theseus shoves the chocolates into his gut.

“As far as she knows, you found these, all right?”

“No.” Newt’s about to elaborate when a familiar voice comes from the store aisle behind him.

“No what?” You question, a jacket in your hand.

Theseus elbows Newt, knocking away his stammer. “Nothing. We were just…”

You raise your eyebrows, smiling that damn smile Newt loves so much. “Just what, Newt? Spit it out.”

He glances sideways at his brother. “Just wondering if you’d like some chocolates.” He gives in, showing you the box. “Courtesy of me, of course.”

You light up. “Those are my favorites. How’d you remember?”

Newt shrugs, shoving his hands in his pockets when you take the box from his hand to read the different flavors. “You talk about it plenty. I’m bound to pick up something.”

“Well,” you say, lowering the box, “this is definitely the best thing I’ve ever said that you could remember. Thank you!”

Newt nods awkwardly. “It’s my pleasure.”

Theseus walks away grinning, leaving the two of you plenty of space.

You spin the vase of colorful flowers on the table, searching for a tag. “Who’re these for?”

Theseus looks up from the morning paper. “You, I believe.”

You frown. “From who?”

Theseus lets his gaze purposefully wander to the red-head crawling out of the case, Dougal on his back. “Could be anyone.”

Your cheeks are hot, and butterflies flutter in your chest. “Oh.”

Theseus smiles. “Good morning, little brother.”

“Morning.” He mutters, still angry about the past week’s events. It’s all too much. Theseus is going to drive you away. Who’s to say you even feel the same? Perhaps you’ll quit if you feel pressured into a date. Merlin’s beard, Newt kicks himself as he realizes just how little he wants that. It’s time to tell Theseus to leave you be, he decides. Someone has to put their foot down. He’ll tell him over a late supper, after he’s sent you to check on the bowtruckle trees.

Then he sees the flowers, and his plan evaporates. “What in Merlin’s name are those?”

“Haven’t you ever seen flowers?”

Newt’s glare could burn a hole through his brother. “What are they doing here?”

Theseus shrugs innocently. “Someone sent them to your lovely assistant.”

You’re beaming. “You’re too sweet, Newt.”

“You think I sent them?” The words form a question, but the sentence seems more a fact than anything. Though it’s directed at you, his eyes don’t leave Theseus’s face.

“Well, that’s what Theseus said.” You trail off, embarrassed. Holy niffler’s paws, how could you just assume Newt would send you something like that after nothing for so long? How could you be so silly?

Newt’s entire attention is on Theseus, though, as his face grows redder and redder. “For Merlin’s sake, Theseus, get out of here.”

“What’d I do?”

“You know damn well what you did.”

He raises his hands, palms toward the ceiling. “I don’t.”

Newt stalks toward him. “I am more than capable of asking a woman out on my own, thank you.”

“Are you, though?”

“Certainly better than you.”

You’re absolutely mortified to be caught in the center of this sibling rivalry; it’s as if you don’t even exist. And to add to it all, you’re fairly certain Newt is confessing to being attracted to you, which is information you’re not sure how to process. You don’t dare hope it’s true in case you’re misunderstanding, but you also can’t help the off rhythm pounding of your heart.

The two are just staring each other down, Newt with clenched fists and a heaving chest, Theseus with crossed arms and a smirk. You wonder if it’s over, if they’ll separate and cool down, when the two words that fuel all sibling rivalries are said.

“Prove it.”

Newt stares at his brother a second longer before nodding and looking at you.

You try to smile at him.

The anger in his face vanishes at your small grin, and he can’t help but smile back as he steps toward you, quickly closing all but a foot of space between the two of you. “I’m sorry about this.” He murmurs. “I meant for it to be more special.”

“No, this is fine.” Is it? You’re not sure, not really processing everything that’s happening.

Newt takes a deep breath. How in Merlin’s name did he let Theseus goad him into this? “I really care for you, you know, and I’d like to take you to dinner tonight at seven. I know it’ll be late but –“

“You have the potion finishing up at six. I know.” You finish automatically. Heat instantly creeps into your cheeks at Newt’s stunned expression.

His expression quickly morphs into something sweeter, a mix of appreciation and amusement. “Yes, well, thank you for understanding.”

You nod. “Don’t forget that you’re supposed to clean the fields at five.”

He laughs gently at your reminder; you’re always thinking of work. “You’re not – it’s just… “ He gives up on whatever he intended to say. “I’ll order us a taxi. Dress well. I mean, you always do, just tonight, perhaps, moreso, not that you don’t…”

You giggle as he drops his head into his hands and groans.

“Please don’t expect much from this. You turn me into an absolute wreck.”

“You think you don’t have the same effect? Do you know how many times you’ve caused me to drop a tube of poison?”

Newt grins. “You mean you aren’t naturally that clumsy?”

“Heavens no.”

“Good. I was beginning to worry I’d hired the worst possible assistant.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Rude and unnecessary.”

The two of you grin at each other.

Theseus breaks the trance as he begins clapping. “Well done, little brother. I’m glad you finally did it. I didn’t feel like cooking up a picnic basket tomorrow.”

Newt shoots a spell at Theseus’s feet, just a small one that erupts into flames that can hardly cause damage. Still, Theseus jumps away, earning a laugh from you and Newt.

As he turns back to you and sees your smile, though he’d never admit it, a small part of him is grateful for his brother’s interference.

#newt scamander #newt Scamander x reader #newt Scamander one shot #newt Scamander imagine #fluff #fbawtft #I hope you enjoy this and that it's what you wanted #it's a bit happier than my other take on the request lol #tysm #!!!#and have a great day!!!!!#myrtus-amongst-the-stars #requested

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lovebtsfanart · 7 years

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BTS and the Photographer (Part 4)

A/N: Hey I started writing fanfics just recently on wattpad. Feel free to follow my account Kpop_Fangirl_17 as i post my work there first before here. I am new at this so if any other writers could give me some tips I would appreciate it.

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Pairing: Jungkook x Y/N. +BTS members

Genre: fluff, smut(Maybe in the future?)

Words: 2.7k+

Warnings: panic attacks, anxiety, sensitive topics, depression.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Synopsis: You are a photographer who lived and studied in London until you are given an opportunity to go to south Korea and work for BigHit Entertainment. You find out that you will be the personal photographer for BTS and will be working with nearly everyday. CEO Bang Si-hyuk had set this up and lets the rest unravel. He hopes the boys learn from the experiences you and them have and that will influence their music as well as help you. You see them all as your older brothers but you can’t deny that you feel something for the youngest, Jungkook. Both of you being shy, neither of you say anything but that does not stop you two from having little moments. Read to find out what adventures you have with the boys and love blossom between you and Jungkook.

As a person who suffers from anxiety and panic attacks I request everyone to be respectful and mature about this. If anyone wants to talk to me feel free to message me.

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“Wait, what?” You said in disbelief.

“We are neighbours!” Hobi cheered.

You did not know what to say. The boys copied your shocked face by opening their mouths and making their eyes wider.

“Yah, stop it” you said giggling now.

“Jungkook whats the spelling?” Jinnie said to Kookie.

“Aish, not again” Jimin said annoyed. The other members shaking their heads.

“S-T-O-P. I-T! Whooo! Yeah!” They said in unison, breaking out in a fit of laughter

The other boys looked like they were about to knock the two out.

“You will learn to live with it, we have to” Joonie said.

“How about you come over for dinner?” Jin suggested as his laughter slowly died down.

“No, no i cant. I have caused enough trouble today as it is and you all must be tired” you replied

“You have not been any trouble Y/N, honestly we had a lot of fun!” Hobi said reassuringly.

“We have not laughed this much in awhile” Jiminnie added.

They all agreed with Jimin.

“Come on Y/N, you don’t even have any food yet” Tae said.

You thought about it. He was right, you needed to go food shopping and you were feeling tired. You too had to accept that you had not had this much fun in a while.

“Okay…..fine!”

“Yes! Eomma, movie night! movie night!” Tae started to plead. “Pleeeaaase~”

“Aish. Fine. What do you say Y/N?” Jin asked you.

“I’m down!”

“Good, lets say in about an hour. We all probably want to have a shower first and then i will start cooking”

You all nodded and headed back in to your rooms.

“An hour” you said aloud to yourself.

You decided to unpack some of your essentials. Your living room had boxes laying around as well the kitchen and your bedroom. You thought that Uncle BamBam probably made sure the boxes were put in the right place. Since you clearly labelled them, finding what you wanted was not too hard. You found some shower gel and shampoo as well as some clothes to put on before heading for a shower.

35 minutes later you had washed your hair, had a nice long bath, got dressed and partially dried your hair so that it was not dripping. You sat on the couch and just stared out the windows on to the city. It looked so pretty with the lights so you grabbed your camera and took some photos. 10 minutes later you decided to go to their apartment. You dried your hair properly, your hair had soft natural curves which fell past your shoulders. You were too lazy to do anything with it. You put on a little bit of powder and looked for your shoes, timbs to be precise. You loved them as they were so comfortable. Eventually finding them 10 minutes later, you grabbed your phone, camera and iron tablets, that you needed to take after eating, and left your apartment.

You stood outside their door feeling weird, but not in a bad way. This felt so natural and comfortable to do, you would never have done this before. You rang the buzzer to be welcomed by a sleepy Yoongi.

“Wow! An hour exactly” he said looking down at his watch and letting you in.

Jin, Rapmon, Hobi and Jiminnie all came to welcome you as well. They laughed amongst themselves as they watched you take off your shoes.

“What?” You said confused.

“Lets just say you and Jungkook have more in common than you may think” Jimin said in between giggles.

They led you inside their apartment, the layout was similar but it was bigger. They told you that they had two apartments combined due to the number of members. They could have had two separate apartments but they all wanted to live together so they made a request to Bang PD-nim and he agreed.

“Where is Kookie Oppa and Tae Oppa?” You asked the boys.

“They were the last to hit the shower so they should be down soon. Why? Missing ‘Kookie Oppa’ already Y/N?” Hobi teased which made you blush slightly.

“Ani! I was just wondering where they are” you replied shyly before going to the kitchen to help Jin.

“Whatever you say Y/N” Hobi called after you.

You peered over at what Jin was cooking.

“Oppa it smells good. Can i help with anything?”

“No, no. I’m cooking for you so i dont want you to do anything but sit and relax” he said dragging you over to a tall stool at the island.

“Oppa please let me do something. How about i do a fruit salad! We all need to eat healthly.”

Jin agreed and let you chop some fruit up. You washed some apples, grapes, strawberries and blueberries before sitting back at the island. You started cutting the fruit when Jimin came and sat next to you.

“Your very skilled with a knife” he said “can you make the bunnies with the apple?” He asked

“Yeah, sure. I can do something with the other fruit as well” you replied.

As you chopped the fruit Jimin watched you. A small smile rose on his face as you handed him a bunny apple. Unfortunately Jin was quick to take it away.

“Not before you eat, you will spoil your appetite!”

“Eomma~ pleeeeeeaase~” Jimin pouted.

“NO!”

“Appa!” Jimin called to RapMon sitting on the sofa reading the news paper.

“Ne, Chim Chim” he replied, not looking up from the newspaper he was reading.

“Can i have a bunny apple, pleeeeaase~”

“Ask Eomma”

Jimin sat and pouted until you finished chopping. He looked adorable with his cheeks puffed out and his arms crossed

“Okay i’m done Eomma! Can i do something else?” You asked Jinnie.

“I’m done too” he said switching off the stove, before he placed the food on the table.

You also went to put the fruit salad on the table and helped get the plates and cups.

“Aish those kids have they not come down yet?” Jin said looking around the room for Jungkook and Taehyung.

“Jimin go and get them!” He told him a little annoyed.

Jiminnie quickly grabbed a bunny apple before running off pulling faces at a very angry Jinnie Eomma.

“Aish, that kid!” Jin said taking off his apron and before calling the boys overs from the couch to come and eat.

Jimin came back down with Tae and Kookie following behind him.

“Ah hyung why did you stop us? We were about to kick their butts!” Junkook mimicked with the rather large teddy bear in his hand.

“Ah Y/N your here already!” Tae said.

As soon as Kookie heard your name he dropped the teddy on the sofa so you could not see it. However when you turned around you caught a glimpse of him doing something.

“Jungkook Oppa, what did you put on the sofa?” You said curiously.

You could here laughter from the others as they knew.

“Nothing! Nothing, lets eat” he hurriedly said walking towards the table.

You all sat down after taking some food into your plates. You and Jin sat on the ends of the table leaving the other six to separate into hyung line and maknae line. Jimin sat on your right with Tae next to him and Jungkook on the left of the eldest. On your left was Hobi, followed by Joonie and Yoongi. While you ate you talked, mainly the boys, about the concerts in the US that they had just returned from. The look on their faces made it impossible for you not to smile. They felt relieved that their fans, ARMY, enjoyed their performances and were overwhelmed by what they did for them. They showed you pictures that their fans have uploaded to social media and videos of fan events they had done for them. For example the rainbow sea of ARMY Bombs and their fan chants.

They could not stop talking and you wanted to capture the moment so you quietly got out of your seat to grab your camera that was on the kitchen counter behind you. You took a couple of photos without the flash so they would not notice before turning it on to get better quality pictures. They realised when they saw the flashes of light so they started to pull funny and derpy faces. You could not help but giggle at how these handsome men could change into little kids so quickly!

You sat down again and showed the boys the pictures to which they also laughed and joked about. You went a little too far and they caught a glimpse of the photos you took from your room. You quickly hid them causing a fuss from them.

“Lets see them Y/N, lets see!” Tae urged you along with the others.

So you did. They admired them and complimented your skills. They even asked you to teach them and show them the different filters you used. You agreed and carried on showing them until you landed on the picture your brother took.

“Who are they?” Yoongi asked

“Thats my mum and brother” your faced had dropped to a frown but quickly tried to replace that with a smile but the boys were quick to notice.

“My brother must have taken my camera before i left” you felt you had ruined the good mood so you told everyone to carry on eating which they all happily did.

You took a few more photos of individual members, telling them to strike a pose and they did their best poses, using props or other members. You sat down again to carry on eating.

Jimin was the first one to finish and asked if he could use your camera so you let him. He took pictures of you and the boys, you giving your best eating pose.

“Jungkook eat your fruit as well” Jin said passing it to him.

“Ah Hyung we said we will not do the bunnies any more. You promised!” He said pouting at the elder.

“Oh, do you not like it?” You asked a little upset

“Ah, oh, no its not that…..” he scratched the back of his neck embarrassed

“I will eat them, thank you” he said before eating the apple as well as a hand full of grapes.

“Our fans think that Jungkookie eats like a bunny. They made clips of them side by side, its sooo cute!” Jinnie said stroking Jungkook’s hair.

“Ah hyung! Hajima!” He retorted swatting the elders hand away.

“But it seems since he has become an adult he does not like it when we tease him. I will show you the video after, he still does it!”

You giggled as Jin tried baby Jungkook again but was returned with a rather angry baby.

Jimin took a couple of pictures of the eldest and youngest before sitting down to wait for the others. You finished so you placed your plate in the sink and washed your hands. The boys were busy eating so you went over to the couch.

“Awwwwww!”

“What is it Y/N? Hobi asked

“Its a cute teddy!” You squealed like a little kid, picking it up and hugging it tightly.

“Is this yours Kookie Oppa?” You said tilting your to the side slightly.

“Cute” he replied under his breathe. It was quiet so you could not hear but the boys definitely did.

“What did you say Jungkook?” Tae teased along with the boys egging him on

“You can have it if you want” he said rubbing the back of his neck again. He had decided to ignore the members little teases.

“Jungkook I thought” Yoongi said motioning to the bear you were holding.

“Its okay Kookie Oppa, I don’t want it” you said placing it back on the sofa

“No i insist, you looked really happy”

“You sure Oppa?” You asked him

“Yep!”

“Thank you!” Your faced lit up like a little kids again.

You helped clear up and do the dishes. Jimin had picked you up and placed you on the counter. He told you to dry the dishes and pass it along so they could put it away while Jin washed. Namjoon and Tae cleaned the the table and set it up nicely with some flowers that made the room smell nice. Within no time at all you were all done.

“Movie time!” Tae called running over to the couch and searching for a movie.

The others followed while you stayed in the kitchen with Jin and Jungkook to make popcorn.

“I hope you don’t find us weird Y/N” Jin said while putting some popcorn in the microwave and turning it on.

“No, actually it has been a fun first day here, eventful but I think im really going to enjoy being with you guys”

“Thats good to hear” he replied while putting another bag of popcorn into the microwave.

Jungkook was sitting on the island counter eating some grapes.

“Did we just not eat?” You asked Jungkook

“Yeah! But who does not like grapes!” He said throwing one up and catching it in his mouth

“True, you have a fair point” you said smiling.

“Want one?” He said holding up a grape

“Yeah, give me your best shot!”

He tossed you the grape and you effortlessly caught it

“Good catch!” Jungkook said impressed.

“I try” you said doing a sassy hair flick before both of you started laughing.

All this while Jin was putting multiple bags of popcorn into the microwave and pouring the contents into big bowls for the boys to share amongst them selves.

“Are you two going to have popcorn or grapes?” He said raising an eyebrow up at the two still throwing grapes at eat other.

“Grapes!” you both said at the same time which made you look at each other and smile

“Okay, well give me a hand and take these bowls in for the boys”

You both picked a bowl each and gave it to the rest of the members who could not chose a movie. You and Jungkook sat together on the two seater closer to the window, he held the grapes while you cuddled the bear.

“Hyung have you still not decided?” Kookie asked Tae

“Its harder than you think! There are so many good movies that we have not seen because we were touring”

Just then your phone rings, its your brother face timing you.

“One of us is going to die either him for lying to me or me not calling him back!” You said almost as a whisper but Jungkook heard.

“Hi~ Oppa~” you said trying to act cute and innocent

“Yah! Don’t go cutesy on me, its not going to work this time missy. Do you know how worried i was, i called and texted but nothing. I was getting ready to leave for Korea!”

Your brother was loud enough for the members to all hear and so they went a bit quiet but whispered to make out that they were not eaves dropping.

“Now you are just exaggerating! Well, is it my turn?”

“What have i done wrong?”

“Hhmmn, lets see shall we. Lets start with HOW YOU LIED TO ME!” You said emphasising the last part.

“Lets talk about this some other time, you are probably tired and Uncle BamBam told me what happened at the airport. Are you okay?”

The boys had fallen silent

“Yeah I’m fine, the boys made me feel better”

“Boys? What boys!”

“These ones!” you said turning your phone around to reveal the boys scattered on the sofas.

“Hi” they all waved

“Hi, you must be BTS. Sorry for any inconvenience my little sister has caused you”

“No its fine” Namjoon said

“Its a pleasure having her hyung” Jin followed

“Oh hey Seokjin-ah, its been a while”

The boys looked a bit shocked

“You guys don’t have to look that shocked. I’m only a year older!” Your brother said laughing.

“Oh, i just remembered. Y/N have you taken your iron tablets?”

“I almost forgot. Thanks for reminding me Oppa~”

“Just go and take them pabo”

You got up off the sofa and was about to head to the kitchen to get some water when your brother stopped you

“Leave you phone with Seokjin”

“How do you know Jinnie Oppa?” You asked your brother

“I just do now go!”

You gave your phone to Jin and went to the kitchen.

“Is she gone?” Your brother asked Jin

“Yeah hyung”

“Okay, i need to talk to you all”

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aussiekaylor-blog · 7 years

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1 - How are you? Pre shit. i hate fighting with you2 - Post a picture of yourself. i will later3 - Do you ever wish you were someone else? yes4 - What is your entire name? Abby Elsie Joy Willett5 - How old are you? 216 - Age you get mistaken for: 167 - Your zodiac/horoscope and if you think it fits your personality: yes8 - What did you do on your last birthday? nothing9 - What is one thing you would like to accomplish before your next birthday? staying alive10 - What is your hair color? blonde11 - Have you ever dyed your hair? yes 12 - What is your eye color? blue13 - If you could change your eye color, would you? yes14 - Do you wear contacts/glasses? yes15 - Your opinion about your body and how confortable you are with it: i hate it16 - Have you ever considered plastic surgery? What would you alter about your body? no17 - Say 8 facts about your body: 1-8 i hate it18 - Do you have any tattoos? yes 419 - Do you have any piercings? yes20 - Left or right handed? right21 - What’s your sexual orientation? Bi22 - Do you drink? no not anymore23 - Do you smoke?no24 - Do you have any pets? not anymore25 - Where do you work? i dont coz im lazy26 - Something you are working on right now: getting though this27 - Do you have any “rules” about food? no gluten28 - Where are you from? Australia29 - What would you say is your best quality? eyes30 - What do you think you’re really good at? sport31 - What do you think you’re really bad at? relationships32 - What talent do you wish you’d been born with? able to sing33 - Are you a bad person? yes34 - Are you nice to everyone? i hope so35 - Say 3 facts about your personality: um idk36 - Has someone ever spread a nasty rumor about you? yes37 - What is your ideal bed? Why? a king size bed so i can lay this little body across it38 - Do wake up cranky? yes39 - Do you sleep with a stuffed toy? yes if i had one with me40 - What do you think about the most? you41 - Share 2 habits: sticking my tongue out while trying to do things and pinching my self42 - What you want to be when you “get older”? a mother43 - What are your career goals? anything that get money44 - What is your ideal career? army45 - Is your life anything like it was two years ago? yes and i hate it46 - Do you replay things that have happened in your head? yes47 - Have you ever had an imaginary friend? yes48 - Say 10 facts about your room: i hate the wall paper, massive bed, tv, to close to the toilet, smells like my older brother, the wall paper has ships on it, wooden floors, its small, no fan49 - Do you have any phobias? spiders and snakes50 - Have you ever been to a psychiatrist/therapist? yes51 - Are you allergic to anything? If so, what? no52 - Ever broken any bones? yes53 - Ever come close to death? yes54 - Things you like and dislike about yourself: things i like: my hair and eyes and freckles. things i hate everything else55 - A random fact about yourself: im 5ft56 - What are three things most people don’t know about you? bad temper, used to drink heaps and used to smoke57 - An unknown fact about your life: its shit58 - Share something about yourself others might think is weird: i have a chipped tooth59 - Five weird things that you like: 1. i like fireworks 2. i like fire 3 i like beaches that have rocks 4. i like cliffs 5. i like buildings60 - Do you have a facebook? If so, would you add the person who sent you this?yes i have facebook and yes ive already added you61 - Do you have any pictures on your Facebook? yes62 - Describe yourself in one word/sentence: im small but fast63 - A quote you try to live by: “To me, Fearless is not the absense of fear. It's not being completely unafraid. To me, Fearless is having fears. Fearless is having doubts. Lots of them. To me, Fearless is living in spite of those things that scare you to death.” - Taylor Swift64 - A famous person you’ve been compared to: no65 - Weird things you do when you’re alone: um watch avatar: the last airbender66 - Something you do without realising: um swear67 - 5 things you want to change: 1 - 5 my body68 - Someone you’d like to be for a day and why: yes Taylor swift so i can buy my mum a house69 - Leave me a compliment: your beautiful and 69 hahahaFavourites70 - What is your favorite thing to do? sleep71 - What’s your favorite color? purple72 - What’s your favorite band/singer? taylor swift73 - What’s your favorite movie? harry potter movies74 - What are your favorite books? harry potter books75 - What is your favorite quote and why? “To me, Fearless is not the absense of fear. It's not being completely unafraid. To me, Fearless is having fears. Fearless is having doubts. Lots of them. To me, Fearless is living in spite of those things that scare you to death.” - taylor swiftbecause it helps me with a lot of things76 - What is your favorite word? fuck77 - What is your least favorite word? c*nt78 - What is your favorite type of food? pasta79 - You favorite ice cream? chocolate80 - What’s your favorite animal? tiger81 - Dogs or cats? both82 - Describe your favourite texture: food83 - What is your favorite flower? white rose84 - What’s your favourite scent? Vanilla And on the opposite sex? a nice smoky smell like from a fire85 - What is your favorite season? winter86 - What are the top five places you wish you could go before you die? nashville, la, paris, italy, england 87 - What are four things you can’t live without and why? phone facebook tumblr girlfriend. 88 - Which mythological creature are you most like? Why? um a unicorn89 - What’s your favorite television show? wentworth90 - Favorite place to shop at? kmart91 - Say 2 facts about your favorite things: um idkFamily, childhood and places92 - Say 4 facts about your parents:1 my mum is the best 2. i hate my dad 3. im greatful for them 4. i love them93 - Are you more like your mom or your dad? mum94 - Do you have any siblings? 295 - Say 9 facts about your family: 1. i love them. 2 i miss them and i dont have any more96 - What’s your relationship like with your family? um pre shit97 - Say 7 facts about your childhood: no thanks 98 - The best and the worst childhood memories: nan passing away99 - Say 6 facts about your home town: 1its small 2has steam boats 3has a river 4family lives there 5best food 6feels like home 100 - Are you going out of town soon? idk101 - Where would you like to live? anywhere with my girl102 - What would your dream house be like? um its hard to describe103 - Where would you go on your dream vacation? anywhere with my girl104 - Where you want to be right now? in my girls bed105 - Top three places to visit: 1my nans 2the beach 3sport games *************************************************Friends106 - Would you ever smile at a stranger? no107 - Do you prefer to be friends with girls or boys? boys108 - Who is someone you never tire of? my girl109 - Do you have someone you can be your complete self around? yes110 - Who is your most loyal friend? um111 - Is there anyone you can tell EVERYTHING to? yes112 - If your best friend died, what would you do? idk 113 - Something you’ve lied about. not saying114 - Have you ever felt replaced? yes all the time115 - Say 5 facts about your bestfriend(s): 1 his so nice 2. i love him 3. he has the best hugs 5. biggest heart Relationships116 - The last person you hugged? my mum117 - Story of your first kiss? um i dont remember118 - Do you like kissing in public? no119 - Have you ever kissed someone older than you? yes120 - You have a preference for boys or girls? girls121 - Is the male or female body closest to perfection? female122 - 5 things that irritate you about the same sex/opposite sex. males think that there penis is the biggest123 - Do you believe in love at first sight? no124 - Do you believe in soul mates? yes125 - What is your idea of the perfect date? walk along the beach and a nice dinner 126 - Based on past relationships or crushes, describe your perfect boyfriend/girlfriend: the girl i have now127 - What is the first thing you noticed in someone? there smile128 - Are looks important in a relationship? no129 - What’s the most superficial characteristic you look for? no idea130 - What’s your opinion on age differences in relationships? doesnt bother me131 - Would you ever date someone off of the Internet? yes132 - Five guys/girls whom you find attractive: 1 taylor 2 karlie 3 cara 4 my girl 5 my girl133 - Do you have a crush on anyone? yes my girl134 - A description of the girl/boy you like: shes amazing135 - Say 1 fact about the person your like: im in love with her136 - If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say? bitch bye137 - When was the last time you told someone you loved them? today138 - Do you think someone has feelings for you? no idea139 - Do you think someone is thinking about you right now? i hope so140 - Have you ever cried over a guy/girl? yes 141 - Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have? yes ugh taylor why are you with joe142 - Anyone you’re giving up on? yes my dad143 - Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to? yes144 - Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated? yes145 - Have you ever liked one of your best friends? yes146 - Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you? yes147 - Is there a boy/girl who you would do absolutely everything for? yes148 - Is there someone you will never forget? yes149 - Say five ways to win your heart: nuggets saying the right things um flowers i guess150 - What turns you on? hmmm my girl is the only one who needs to know151 - What turns you off? smoking and drugs152 - What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you? umm 153 - What’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for you? send me flowers154 - What’s something sweet you’d like someone to do for you? to come see me 155 - Have you ever written a song or poem for someone? Have you had one written for you? ive written two songs about someone. and i have no idea 156 - What’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for someone? um go see them when im busy 157 - Are you in love? YES158 - Are you in a relationship? yes159 - If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what is your favorite thing about him/her? her smile. it brightens up my day like the sun160 - Are relationships ever worth it? yes 161 - Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are? yes162 - Can you commit to one person? yes163 - Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat? yes164 - Do you ever want to get married? yes165 - Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years? maybe 166 - Future names of your children: Isabelle Grace Lastname 167 - Do you get jealous easily? yes168 - The last time you felt jealous, and why? um idk169 - What is your definition of cheating? kissing and hugging and flirting 170 - Have you ever been cheated on? yes171 - Do you forgive betrayal? i guess172 - Have you ever cheated on someone? yes173 - Why did your last relationship fail? coz i wasnt happy174 - Things you want to say to an ex: i dont miss you 175 - A description of the person you dislike the most: i hate you 176 - If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept? no177 - How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had? 3 -4178 - How long was your longest relationship? 3 years179 - You’ll love me if… you like food180 - Share a relationship story: um no thanksMusic, movies and books181 - How often do you listen to music? everyday182 - What kind of music you like? country183 - Do you like to dance? no184 - What was the first concert/show you attended? a local rapper185 - Have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today? yes186 - Share a song that takes you to a certain memory in the past: angels - robbie willams my nans funeral187 - A song that’s been stuck in your head: say you wont let go 188 - Put your music player on shuffle and write the first ten songs that play: taylor swift dear john189 - A book you want to read/have recently read: harry potter190 - Describe your dream library: i dont have one191 - Last movie you just watched: our kids are alright192 - Do you like watching what type of movies? harry potterSituations and crazy things193 - You’re in a tattoo parlor about to get inked. What are you getting done? harry potter194 - What’s something you can see yourself going to jail for? stabbing someone 195 - If you could be any character, from any literary work, who would you choose to be? harry potter196 - You’re given $10,000…under one condition: you cannot keep the money for yourself. Who would you give it to? my girl197 - If you had to go back in time and change one thing, what would it be? my life 198 - If you were an element on the Periodic Table, which would you be and why? oxygen 199 - If you had to delete one year of your life completely, which would it be? when i was born200 - You’re an Action Movie Hero. What’s your weapon of choice and the line you scream when defeating your arch enemy? my fist and IM BATMAN BITCH201 - If you could design an amusement park ride, what would it be like? a rollercoaster202 - What is the first curse word that comes to mind? FUCK203 - What the last party you went to was… and when the next will be… i dont remember204 - Halloween costume idea? dont do halloween 205 - How you’d spend ten thousand bucks? buying a house206 - Press ctrl+v and post: “To me, Fearless is not the absense of fear. It's not being completely unafraid. To me, Fearless is having fears. Fearless is having doubts. Lots of them. To me, Fearless is living in spite of those things that scare you to death.” 207 - Would you rather be stranded on a desert island with someone you love for ten years or someone you hate for a month? Explain why. someone i love for 10 years208 - 5 things within touching distance: laptop, phone, meds, apple juice, pillow209 - A drunken story: i ended up in hospital210 - What are you supposed to be doing right now? sleeping 211 - Currently wanting to see anyone? my girl212 - Why you follow me? coz im amazing213 - If you met me what would you do? kiss me214 - YOU have to leave me a random/ridiculous question: id answer it215 - YOU have to leave me a cute message: id blushOpinions and beliefs216 - Is the cup half full or half empty for you right now? half air217 - Do you believe in fate/destiny? yes218 - What you wish for on 11:11? it wont come true219 - Do you consider yourself lucky? What’s your good luck charm? um idk220 - Do you believe in aliens or life on other planets? no221 - What is your religion, if any? nope222 - Would you go against your moral code for money? yes223 - What’s more important to you: strength of the body or strength of the mind? mind224 - How important you think education is? very225 - If you were the president, what would you do? kill trump226 - If you could change one thing in the world, what would you change? to kill trump227 - Is it the thought that counts? Or is that phrase circumstantial? the thou228 - If you only had 24 hours to live, what would you do? see my girl and tell her i love her229 - Which movie character do you most identify with and why? harry potter coz i get a wandFeelings and Others230 - Are you a procrastinator or do you get things done early? procastinator231 - Post a photo/draw a picture/write a poem (pick one) of a moment of personal significance: um no232 - Say 5 things you love unconditionally: my girl and issac233 - What motivates you in life? food234 - Something that you’re proud of: um idk 235 - Five words/phrases that make you laugh: no idea236 - Share the story of something that makes you smile: no237 - Something you always think “what if…” about: my relationship238 - What was something you used to enjoy, but was ruined for you? What’s the story behind that? no saying239 - Describe one of the most awkward experiences of your life: shit 240 - Something/someone that you miss: my nan241 - Are you over your past? yes242 - What is your saddest memory? my nans funeral243 - One of the hardest moments in your life: saying goodbye to my nan244 - Is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about? yes245 - What’s something you want to do that you’d be embarrassed to tell other people about? um idk246 - What was your most embarrassing moment? pissing my pants while drunk in my uncles garden247 - Share one of your fears/insecurities: no248 - Something you’re currently worrying about: yes249 - Have you done something you regret very much? yes250 - If you could take something back that you said or did, what would it be? not saying251 - Does anyone hate you? yes252 - Do you hate anyone? yes253 - Lyrics that apply to your current situation/mood. The rest of the world was black and whiteBut we were in screaming color254 - Are you good at hiding your feelings? no255 - What’s something you hide about your personality? idk256 - How do you approach social situations? no idea257 - Are you a social or an antisocial person? um depends258 - Are you an introvert or an extrovert? introvert259 - Do you care if people talk badly about you? yes260 - How do you deal with criticism? not good261 - How you hope your future will be like? good262 - What’s something that scares you about the future? losing you263 - Five items you lust after: idk264 - One thing you’re excited for: you265 - Describe the most terrifying/strangest/beautiful dream you’ve ever had: being dragged under the ocean and cant swim up266 - Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character? draco267 - Who is your celebrity crush? taylor swift268 - Make a confession: I FUCKING LOVE YOU SO MUCH

#ask me questions #ask me anons

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deadgwen · 7 years

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IT IS A HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY TO THE BEST GOAT

@fucshias @jiilys MY LOVE GOATY. MY MOST BEAUTIFUL GOAT. MY SUN. MY STARS. MY BEAUTIFUL HOOVED CREATURE OF GOD. I HAVE ARRIVED TO SAY SOME IMPORTANT THINGS BUT FIRSTLY I LOVE YOU I LOVE I LOVE YOU U R READING THIS POST RIGHT NOW DUE TO A VERY IMPORTANT REASON AND THIS IMPORTANT REASON IS THAT

*CHOKES BACK TEARS*

IT IS UR BIRTHDAY.

*SCREAMING*

OK OKI DOKI BEFORE I START: I AM NOT ACTUALLY HERE BUT DO NOT BE D I S E N H E AR T E N E D BC I JUST DONT HAVE WIFI BUT I PROMISE U SOMEWHERE OUT THERE I AM SULKING AND FIGHTING A WALL AND ALSO SETTING OFF FIREWORKS BC !!!!!!!!!!!!! ITS UR FUCKING DAY AND IM SORRY I COULD NOT WISH U BUT I LOVE U SO SO SO SO SO SO SO MUCH I AM HERE W/ U IN SPIRIT

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT TURN THE FUCK UP HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY TO MY LOVE HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO U UR EXCELLENT AND I LOVE YOU AND ALSO WHAT THE FUCK BINCH HOW ARE U SEVENTEEN TODAY U ASSHOLE (COPYRIGHT U KNOW WHO) WHO ALLOWED U TO BE LIKE THIS AND ALSO I LOVE YOU. AND ALSO I CANT BELIEVE UVE DONE THIS. UR LITERALLY SEVENTEEN TODAY I AM NOT ALRIGHT AND I NEED U TO HOLD ME BECAUSE I AM GOING TO COME OVER AND FOR THE SOLE PURPOSE OF BEING A DRAMATIC BITCH I WILL FAINT IN UR ARMS I AM 100% NOT ALRIGHT

like,,,, HONESTLY u are so. fucking. great. WHERE DO I EVEN START.

FIRST AND FOREMOST I WANNA SAY I AM SO FUCKING EXCITED FOR THIS FOR UR BDAY I LOVE YOU GOATY I AM SO PUMPED THAT UR SO OLD ITS RIDICULOUS @ ME FUCK OFF ALRIGHT BUT. JUST. I LOVE I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY U GOAT UR BEYOND INCREDIBLE

UR OFFICIALLY A DANCING QUEEN UR YOUNG AND SWEET. ONLY. *SMASHES OPEN MY WINDOW AT 12 MIDNIGHT* SEVENTEEEEEEEEEEEEEN

SO OH MY GOD. I AM CURRENTLY YELLING BECAUSE??????????? LIKE???????????????? YOU'RE SEVENTEEN??????? HOW DID WE EVEN COME TO THIS POINT ITS INSANE LIKE HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU SEVENTEEN WE'RE ALL JUST STILL TINY SMOLS WHERE ARE U GOING WHY ARE U GROWING OLDER STOP IT PLS ALRITE I DO NOT LIKE. MY PRECIOUS GOAT SUNSHINE WHO IS A PROFESSIONAL PAJAMA CONSULTANT A REAL SOLID BUSINESSWOMAN WHO DRIVES AND SHIT AND COULD PROBABLY RUN ME OVER AND IS 6'3 SO IF U WOULD SIT ON ME I WOULD MOST CERTAINLY DIE UR OFFICIALLY A DANCING QUEEN AND I AM CRYING

but in all seriousness I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU i am FOREVER AND EVER glad that i met u LIKE I FUCKIN HATE U GODMDAN FUCKIBG GOAT MAKING ME REBLOG THIGNS FUCK YUO FUCK O FF but like????? apart from that UR FUCKING BEYOND FABULOUS and i have decided to compile a list of reasons why u are unbelievably great and have earned ur title of being a dancing queen/brilliant goat/actual love of my life. bc u are excellent. AND IT MUST BE WRITTEN OUT HERE SOMEWHERE THAT I LOVE YOU.

OK OK OK SO HERE WE GO BINCHES. PREPARE URSELF. THIS IS GONNA BE SUPER LENGTHY BECAUSE I LOVE YOU A LOT AND I AM GONNA DO A 'ON THE JELLICOE ROAD' WORTHY REVIEW OF U BUT LIKE A SHITTIER VERSION SO U BETTER FUNKIN BUCKLE UP BITCH

LEZGO:

IS OBVIOSULY FABULOUS

IS A REAL LIFE GIRAFFE

WE ARE BLESSED TO HAVE ONE ROAM OUT OF CAPTIVITY LIKE............. WE ARE STRONGLY BLESSED

I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH

CLAIMS TO HAVE 'barely any leg but a huge torso' and interpret this how u want bUT i just wanna say u r the most fucked up giraffe ever ok what the fuck WHO HURT YOU

apparently dis binch owns a bunny AND NEVER TOLD ME SHE DID

owns a problematic rabbit bc it pees everywhere

said problematic rabbit likes to pee everywhere so much its ridiculous it has no respect for the value of items of modern society and thus in my opinion should be sent to COURT

@ rabbit U NASTY OK PLS GET UR PRIORITIES SORTED???? THIS HAS BEEN A MOTHERFUCKING PSA THANK U (CAROLINE I AM TRUSTING YOU TO SHOW THIS ON UR PHONE TO THE GODDAMN BUNNY I NEED IT TO KNOW)

is 100% excellent at looking after drunk people ALRITE literally THIS WOMAN IS A SAINT who has saved REAL LIVES tbh where would that poor child from your old intermediate be if u hadn't SAVED HIS ENTIRE LIFE from all that tequila he would DEAD thats fuKCIN RIGHT U DESERVE ALL THE MEDALS A TRUE HERO AMONG NEW ZEALANDERS. A NATIONAL ICON. SO BRAVE I AM SO PROUD I LOVE YOU ALWAYS

AND ALSO PULLING DRUNK MAKING OUT PEOPLE OFF EACH OTHER I JUST WANT U TO KNOW THAT UR EFFORTS ARE SO VERY RECOGNIZED BECAUSE ONE TIME I DID THAT AND I GOT PUNCHED IN THE THROAT I THOUGHT I DIED BECAUSE I SAW JESUS BUT IT WASNT ACTUALLY JESUS IT WAS JUST A POSTER TAPED TO A FRIDGE I WAS SCAMMED

her own mum has called the police on her and was 100% ready for some quality fun family jailtime

ALSO ONE TIME GOATY ACCIDENTALLY FUCKED UP SOMEONES REAR MIRROR AND THE VICTIMS OF THE INCIDENT DID NOT GIVE HALF A FUCK HOWEVER, HER MOTHER GOATY REPORTED SEVERAL FUCKS TO THE POLICE AND FILED AN ACCIDENT REPORT AND THAT WAS THE DAY MY GOATY BECAME A DARK CRIMINAL

*OMINOUS MUSIC*

I AM STILL WAITING FOR THE DAY I WALK MY BUTT INTO COURT AGAINST UR MUM COVERED HEAD TO ASS IN $3 PLASTIC BRACELETS BACKED BY UR UNEXPECTEDLY KLEPTOMANIAC SISTER AND A BASKET OF STOLEN WOMANS DAYS AND ALONG WITH BLING BLING JIMMY WE WILL RESTORE THE RIGHTEOUSNESS AND LACK OF CONSCIENCE ON THIS LOVELY EARTH

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ENOUGHT ABOUT UR MUM LIKE ACTUALLY ALL UR FAMILY MEMBERS ARE DIFFERENT LEVELS OF WILD AND..... I AM AFRAID

OK OK IT MUST BE SAID CAROLINE HAS THE MOST AMAIZNG VOICE ????? EVER

like i love her voice sm SO FUCKING MUCH I TELL U i have never heard anything like it and i want caroline to like read me books for hours AND HOURS AND NARRATE MY WHOLE ENTIRE LIFE because i love how unusually deep and shadowy her voice sounds like deep flowing river water or smth like i LOVE IT SO MUCH it. Is.So. Strange BUT I LOVE IT IT IS THE COOLEST GODDAMN THING THROW A BUCKET AT ME I LOVE YOU

HAS A VIDEO OF HERSELF DOING THE ICE BUCKET CHALLENGE AND I KNOW I HAVE PRAISED IT FOR TWO YEARS IN A ROW ALREADY LIKE @ ME PLZ CHILL BUT i will not i will NEVER it is solid entertainment a+++ QUALITY I AM LAUGHIGN IM LAUGHING I AM LAUGHING FOREVER those beautiful hops of pain across ur backyard ARE THE LAST THINGS I WANT TO SEE BEFORE GOD TAKES ME FROM THIS EARTH

WRONGFULLY FRAMED ME FOR HAVING SHIT DICK TENDENCIES AND THEN YELLED AT ME AND CALLED ME A GARAGE WHAT A BINCH I AM IN LOVE

loves yellow flowers AND ALL THE FLOWERS AND HEAVY ROSES AND IS A FULL OUT FLOWER HOE

IS DESPICABLE TEEN WOLF GARBAGE LIKE.... ive been scrolling through our fanmails AND MY HEART HUR T S G O A T Y hOld mE we were sO Y O U N G and like no lie i shit u not 80% oF THE FUCKING MESSAGES ARE U YELLING 'STYDIA IS GONNA HAPPEN THIS SEASON' AND 'OH MY GOD DID U SEE THAT STYDIA SCENE' AND DECLARATIONS OF LOVE FOR LYDIA MARTIN AND THE OTHER 20% IS U ASKIN ME IF IVE SEEN THE NEW TEEN WOLF I LOVE IT I LOVE YOU I AM SORRY TEEN WOLF KEEPS DISAPPOINTING US BOTH BUT STDYIA IS. DEFINIETELY. GONNA. HAPPEN. THIS. SEASON. IT HAS TO OR I WILL FUKIN FITE ALRIGHT GIVE US STYDIA OR GIVE US DEATH I LOVE UR TEEN WOLF LOVIBG ASS

anyway caroline is an utterly excellent person

if u were an ncea paper i would grade u with excellence

*FINGER GUNS*

like ?????deals with my stupid yelling ALL THE TIME

whenever i had a problem and went to my goaty she was so very understanding and patient AND DID NOT CALL ME A DUMBASS WHEN I DESERVED TO BE DECKED

TOLD ME THE TRU DEFINTION OF THE PHRASE 'SHOT'

TWO YEARS OF UTTER CONFUSION. ERASED FROM MY LIFE. PERMANENTLY.

MY SKIN?? CLEARED . MY FUTURE BILLS ??? PAID MY HUSBAND MARRIED MY STATUE FOR CAROLINE FULLY ERECTED

ok but like i can never say this enough goaty IS SO NICE TO TALK TO PLETAHE TALK TO ME FORVER SHE IS FABULOUS??? it blows my mind constantly that someone this incredible and special walks along this earth NONE OF US DESERVE THE GOAT

also ???? WHAT IN THE FUCK HOW HAVE I NOT MENTIONED THIS YET CAROLINE IS THE BEST WRITER I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE SHE IS SO TALENTED EVERY TIME I READ ONE OF HER FICS I END UP THINKING ABOUT IT AFTERWARDS FOR 958495894 YEARS ALRIGHT THEY FUCK ME UP THEY WAY SHE HANDLES WORDS FUCKS ME UP HOW CAN YOUT TAKE FUCKING LETTERS AND THEN SHOVE THEM UP MY ASS LIKE THIS I AM NOT ALRIGHT I AM NOT ALRIGHT I AM NOT ALRIGHT I am Not Strong Enough For This

i am not even kidding ok THE WAY U HANDLE WORDS IS IN.FUCKING.CREDIBLE whenever u use them its like?? u turned them into something precious and all your writing have this feel to it like as if im holding a delicate bouqet of a thousand yellow flowers like im holding a butterfly in my hands like im holding a box of eggs and i am scared shitless to drop it bC MY DAD WILL PERSONALLY CRUCIFY ME

I AM AWFUL AT DESCRIPTIONS BUT I HOPE U SEE WHAT I MEAN. LIKE. IT IS SO *SCREAMS* MINBLOWING DECK ME WITH ALL UR WORDS EVER

I AM ONE HUNDRED FUCKING PERCENT NEVER OKAY WITH ANYTHING YOU WRITE IT HURTS SO GOOD AND I LOVE IT

ok ok this hoe right here has written THREE fics with a dedication for me at the beginning and like.............. ..... do u ever just cri

i have 'the glorious everywhere' printed out and FUCKING PINNED TO MY WALL WHERE I CAN SEE IT FROM ALL CORNERS OF MY ROOM ALWAYS back in my apartment in russia like it is legitimately the best thing. i love everything about this piece it should be adapted into a novel or a short film like PULL SOME FIFTY SHADES OF GREY SHIT W/ IT OK the imagery and REALNESS of this fic gets to me all the time and im crying im crying im crying I ABSOLUTELY ADORE IT PLS @ CAROLINE WHY ARE U SO TALENT

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT LOOK AT THIS BULLSHIT FUCKIG I THINK ABOUT THIS FIC EVERY SINGLE DAY WHEN I WAKE UP FUCKING LOOK ' You see her hair dripping down her head and spinning out over the seats in the back and lighting them on fire. You see her pale skin and electric veins as she puts her hand out the window and tries to catch the sky and stuff it up her sleeve. You hear her voice, “Just drive James, you’ll know where we’re going when we get there.”

REALLY I AM NOT FUCKIGN Okay CALL AN AMBULANCE CALL IT NOW I AM UNWELL I AM SICK I AM DYING FUK ME RITE UP

i am fully convinced this is the greatest thing thats ever been written.like. How. the. FUCK. tbh i want this paragraph ENTIRELY TATTOOED ON MY ASS I AM ZCRYING @ CAROLINE YOU HAVE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BRAIN AND I AM SO VERY GLAD THAT IT EXISTS

i will not go into depth abt yelling about ur fics bc tbh i think u Know but I JUST WANNA SAY 'oh darling i have coloured blood (that i stole from you)' is the most iconic piece of literature to this day ever the and i zcri all the time because you are a goddamn bloody genius and you shine in colours beyond my comprehension and i love you so so so incredibly much

MY LOVE IS SO FUCKING TALENTED I AM YELLING I AM YELLING I AM YELLING

DOESN'T EAT FRIED SPERM

writes the BEST emails in history

UR SO LOVELY U GIVE ME SO MANY BEAUTIFUL SPELLING ERRORS FOR ME TO WHOLEHEARTEDLY ENJOY I AM GIGGLING *GIGGLES* IT BRINGS ME SO MUCH JOY WHEN U FUCK THINGS UP

tbh it is how fried chair came to life like it was actually in one of your first fanmails to me u said that two years ago and to this day it remains the Most Iconic Thing Ever

STRONG SUPPORTER OF WEETBIX

LOVES WEETBIX

FOUGHT TIGERS AND LIONS FOR HER FAMILY AND WAS SAVED BY WEETBIX AND WEETBIX ALONE

ACTUALLY HAD A THING CALLED ‘WEETBIX DISCOURSE’ ON HER BLOG LIKE IT WAS ACTUALLY A THING THAT HAPPENED A REAL THING THAT OCCURED AND WAS PASSIONATELY ARGUED ABOUT AND I HAVE SEEN THINGS THAT CANNOT BE UNSEEN

RIGHTFULLY SO BC WEETBIX >>>>> JONAH GRIGGS I AM SORRY IT IS THE RULES

FUCK THE H8RS

like ??? is hilarious af QUEEN OF HUMOUR AND MAKING ME SNORT MY GODDAMN CHOCLATE MILK LIKE CAN U NOT BE SO EXCEPTIONAL U HO HAVE SOME CONSIDERATION U LIL BITCH but YES a++ top notch QUALITY storytelling skills in both fic writing and tequila struggles I APPRECIATE IT TO DEATH

ok ok ok also the most beautiful person ever??? LIKE ???????????????? BITCH WHAT THE FUCK ??????????????????????????????????????????????? WHO ALLOWED U

THE MOST PERFECT HAIR. ur hair is like waves of a golden ocean cascading from ur hEAD AND IT IS SO MAGICALLY FITTING B/C U R AN ETHEREAL BEING AND THE FACT THAT U HAVE AN ENTIRE WILD SEA RAGING ON UR HEAD JUST PROVES TO ME THAT U ARE A GOD AMONG MORTALS. UR HAIR IS SO PRETTY OK OK OKAY FUCK ME UP. STRAIGHT UP GORGEOUS. SO SOFT TOO AND SO SHINY AND IT FITS U SO WELL I AM FOREVER SCREAMING

THE MOST ANGEL FACE. GOATYS FACE LOOKS LIKE GOD OR WHOEVER THE FUCK WAS RESPONSIBLE CARVED IT OUT OF ROSE PETALS AND MARBLE LIKE. IT. IS. TRULY. THE MOST GORGEOUS THING ur face is softer than clouds tbh AND UR SMILE SAVES MY LIFE ITS BRIGHTER THAN THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE CONDENSED AND SOMETIMES WHEN I SEE UR SELFIES I HAVE TO GO GET LASER EYE SURGERY BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN B L I N D E D

U R SO UNCONSIDERATE TO MY FRAGILE HEALTH HOW DARE YOU

SO. GODDAMN GORGEOUS SLAY MY ENTIRE LIFE I BEG U ID PAY U TO SIT ON ME WITH UR HUGE BONES AND SLOWLY CRUSH ME INTO AN ENDLESS DEATH I HAVE $4 LEFT OVER FROM MY LIFE SAVINGS DO IT BAE

has the best taste in music omg WHAT A BLESSING WE LIKE THE SAME SONGS AND IT ACTUALLY KIND OF SCARES ME B/C IT FEELS LIKE WE ARE THE SAME PERSON AND THIS DOES NOT HELP MY CONSTANT STATE OF EXISTENTIAL CRISIS

HAS THE BEST TASTE IN BOOKS and adores skam as much as i do AND LOVES CHRIS/EVA AS MUCH AS IDO AND WROTE A FIC FOR THEM AND THE SNIPPET FROM IT ????? MY SOUL. GONE.

so tol and will never stop accusing me of being smol but listen up aight. imma FUCK YOU UP. REAL GOOD. ONE DAY. WHEN I CAN AFFORD TO BUY A LADDER. UNTIL THEN SLEEP WITH ONE EYE OPEN BINCH BC I AM COMING TO GET U

and is also the smartiest smart to ever smart LOOK AT MY U GO WITH UR EXCELLENCE ENDORSEMENT when i buy that ladder I WILL CLIMB IT AND HOVER AROUND UR HEAD LOTS SO I CAN ABSORB UR POWERS AND ALSO BREATHE THE FRESH AIR UP THERE WHICH IS NOT AVAILABLE TO GROUNDED PEASANTS SUCH AS ME

AND IS THE BEST COOKIE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE LIKE IF THIS ISNT ENOUGH TO CONVINCE ANYONE THAT CAROLINE IS BEYOND EXCEPTIONAL FOR OUR GALAXY THEN THEY CAN FUCK OFF PLS OK

like honestly,,, MY LOVE I COULD GO ON FOR YEARS AND YEARS AND CENTURIES UNTIL MY TEETH FALL OUT AND I GROW SENILE WITH MY LOVE BUT THE POINT OF THIS HOT STEAMING LAME MESS IS THAT I LOVE YOU TO BLOODY PIECES UR SO F U C K I N G INCREDIBLE I AM SO GLAD I MET YOU AND THAT YOU TAlk TO ME AND WE EMAIL EACH OTHER AND I AM BLESSED THAT YOU EVEN THINK OF ME AND THAT FREID CHAIR LOVES ME AND THAT U R MY GOAT BC UR MY ONLY GOAT AND UR THE BEST ONE THERE IS NO SHADE @ ALL OTHER GOATS BUT LIKE. IM SORRY I CANNOT TELL A LIE

IT IS THE COLD HARD TRUTH.

and like??? i did a /search/deadgwen ON @jiilys BC I WANTED TO LOOK AT ALL OUR OLD STUFFS FROM 2015 and I Regret it I Regret it So Much theres a selfie from like when i was 14 and an idiot still on Ur blog and I look like an actual tragedy I Want to Die we have known each other for so long its RIDICULOUS UR STILL AS AMAZING AS U WERE BACK THEN AND I AM MORE OR LESS CURED OF MY CONDITION OF BEING AN EMBARASSING DIPSHIT AND ITS CRAZY HOW MUCH YOUNGER WE WERE THEN LIKE UM WTF BUT UR STILL AS BEAUTIFUL AND 9384930X TIMES MORE AND I STILL LOVE U BC UR PERFECT AS EVER AND THAT IS WHAT MATTERS

NOW. I WAS GONNA MAKE YOU A PRESENT LIKE I REALLY DID BAE I TRIED SO MUCH SHIT ITS HORRIBLE BC LIKE ??? I WANTED TO MAKE YOU A PRESENTATION ON UR GOAT SUPERIORTY LIKE I DID LAST YEAR EXCEPT Like i am a fucking asshole™(COPYRIGHT JONAH GRIGGS THE MAN TEH MYTH THE LEGEND) who cannot do shit FOR SHIT it turned out so Awful and i cANNOT GRAPHIC BABE I TRIED TO MAKE YOU THIS EDIT AND THEN I REALIZED IT WAS Bad AND FOUGHT MYSELF FOR SIX HOURS AND I CANNOT WRITE AND YOU DESERVE ALL THE GIFTS EVER BUT I AM TRULY AWFUL

*ZCRIES*

I KNOW IM LAME AND MY ONLY TALENT IS YELLING FOR HOURS ON END I WISH I COULD HAVE MADE YOU SOMETHING REALLY COOL BC ITS UR SEVENTEETH AND 17 IS THE BEST NUMBER AND UR LOVELY AND I LOVE YOU SO PLEASE FORGIVE ME BAE FOR BEING AN ACTUAL GARAGE ASSHOLE (COPYRIGHT JONAH GRIGGS THE EXPERIENCE) SHIT DICK 100% TERRIBLE DICKFLUTE OKAY I LOVE YOU AND I CAN NEVER IMAGINE WHAT I WOULD BE WITHOUT YOU IN MY LIFE AND I HOPE YOU HAVE A REALLY REALLY REALLY GOOD YEAR LIKE FUCK SHIT UP BAE UR GONNA BE IN YEAR 13 ITS ALL GONNA BE SO AWFUL AND WE WILL ALL DIE aND WERE SO O L D JESUS CHRIST IF HEART ATTACKS DONT TAKE US OUT NCEA LEVEL 3 WILL BUT I HOPE THIS WILL BE A SUPER GOOD YEAR FOR U IN REGARDS OF EVERYTHING BECAUSE U DESERVE IT U DESERVE IT U DESERVE IT I HOPE THINGS WILL LEAD UP TO U GETTING THAT APARTMENT IN NEW YORK AND ALL THE HIGH HEELS THAT U WILL WEAR AND ALL THE YELLOW FLOWERS THAT U WILL BUY AND UR CAREER AS A LIFECHANGING LITERARY GENIUS OK OK I LOVE YOU HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE

ok ok ok but.

ONE MORE THING.

LISTEN.

THE FUCKING

*CLECNHES JAW*

REBLOG FIASCO

*FLINGS MY ASS INTO THE SUN*

WHEN IT IS GOOD AND DAYLIGHT. U HAVE UNTIL THEN. LIKE I KNOW THIS IS UR BIRTHDAY WISH AND I LOVE YOU BUT FUCK OFF HWO COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME I FUCKING TRUSTED YOU I FUCKING FUCK JUST FUCK YOU FUCKING DICK i will RIOT

OKAY BABE ITS MIDNIGHT AND ILL BE UP IN ABOUT SIX HOURS AND LIKE. ANYTHING. ANYTHING ELSE FOR UR BIRTHDAY WISH OK BABE IM GONNA FUCKING DIE THIS IS IT THIS THE END I WILL GO DOWN SWEARING PROFUSELY WITH A HIGH BLOOD PRESSURE AND U WILL BE WATCHING AND LAUGHI G ANF @OFFICALTALL FUCK YU FUCKDUCKUD CUDCKUD DNUSJNDJF FUCK U @GOATY FUCK. UFCN WHERE IS UR HOOF WHY ARE U NOT FEELIN THE TEMPERATURE ITS EBOLA ITS GOATBOLA I WONT MAKE IT UNTIL DAWN I WONT SEE THE SUNLIGHT GOATY I CANT *FAKE CRYING SOUNDS* I WILL DIE. IT WILL HAPPEN. AND I WANT IT TO BE KNOWN THAT U ARE THE BITCH THAT KILLED ME. *MORE FAKE ZCRYING SOUNDS* I MUST SEND MESSAGES TO ALL MY DEAREST KIND FRIENDS WHO HAVE NEVER FUCKED ME LIKE THIS ALRIGHT *FAKE COUGHING* TELL THEM THAT I *MORE FAKE COUGHOGN* LOVE THEM *THROWS KETCHUP PACKET EVERYWHERE WHILE UR NOT LOOKING AND BUSY BEING WORRIED ABOUT MY HEALTH* AND I WILL REMEMBER THEM EVEN IN DEATH

ANYWAY HERE IS MY WILL:

WHAT U GET:

nothing

u get nothing

bINCH

zero. zip. nada

0 potato 4 u

U CAN HAVE THE SALT FROM MY KITCHEN SO U WILL BE PERPETUALLY REMINDED OF MY LAST EMOTIONS TOWARDS THIS LIFE

maybe like the one half a potato that was randomly in my drIVEWAY THAT ONE TIME

M A Y B E

WHAT GOOD KIND LOVING FRIENDS, SUCH AS MILS AND FRIED CHAIR AND ELLIE AND OTHER ASSORTED PEOPLES WHICH I SHALL ADDRESS IN CLAUSE 4.20 OF THE TERMS AND CONDITIONS OF MY WILL, GET:

actually mils is a hoe and can choke but u r the evil here rn aND FOR THE PURPOSES OF THIS ARGUMENT WE WILL PRETEND THAT I LIKE MILS

ANYWAY. REALLY GOOD THINGS I OWN

I HAVE SOME SOCKS I DONT WANT U GUYS CAN HAVE THEM

AND LIKE

MY DUVET

SEE GOATY THESE ARE THE KIND OF HEART TOUCHING POST DEATH GIFTS U MISS OUT ON WHEN U MURDER ME IN COLD BLOOD

ALSO NO TOUCHING MY MANGOES THAT I BOUGHT TWO DAYS AGO BECAUSE I STILL WANT TO EAT THEM AND IF ANYONE EVEN BREATHES IN THEIR GENERAL DIRECTION I WILL BEAT THEM UNCONSCIOUS WITH A TELEPHONE THIS IS A T H R E A T

I HOPE UR TAKING NOTES AND I HOPE U FEEL GOOD ABOUT BEING A 6′3 KILLER BECAUSE UR AN ASSHOLE ™LIKE UR ASSHOLIER™ THAN THE REAL ASSHOLE THAT IS JONAH GRIGGS™ THE LABEL™ (COPYRIGHT JONAH GRIGGS™ THE ANT MURDERING HOT PIECE OF ASS™) BUT I WILL DIE FOR U MY GOAT *strokes ur pretty face* BC IT IS UR BIRTHDAY WISH FOR ME TO SUFFER AND I LOVE YOU AND I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR U THEREFORE . DESPITE THIS SICKNESS *FLAILS* I. WILL. BE. BRAVE. I WILL REBLOG THOSE TWENTY POSTS I WILL FLATLINE BY THE THIRD POST AND MY BLOOD WILL BE ON UR HANDS *CAREFULLY ARRANGES MY STUNT GOAT IN POSITION* AND I WILL BE YELLING CURSES AT YOU IN THE TAGS BUT I WILL DIE IN THE NAME OF HONOUR I WILL GO DOWN AS A GOAT NEVER HAS BEFORE

BUT LIKE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU AND I I LOVE YOU AND I LOVE YOU AND I LOVE YOU AND I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU SO SO SO SO SO SO SO MUCH YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC I AM SO HAPPY U EXIST. HAVE THE BOMBEST ASS 17TH BIRTHDAY BABE I HOPE UR PARTY IS LIT AND HAVE FUN GETTING DRUNK AND HAVING ALL THE BANTS AND LAFFS AND ALSO I WILL SEND U THE AWAITED EMAIL IN A FEW HOURS WHEN MY INTERENT IS BACK ON BECAUSE IT IS A CONTINUATION OF THIS BULLSHIT WITH SOME STRUCTURED DISCUSSION AKA WHAT THE FUCK DO U HAVE AGAINST SMIRNOFF ICE how is it not HARDCORE enough for u IT IS LITERALLY FLAVOURED VODKA DOES IT NOT KNOCK OUT UR 6′3 ASS OR WHAT EXCUSE ME

ANYWAY IN CONCLUSION.

HAPPY. SEVENTEENTH. BIRTHDAY. MY. CHUM.

*BLOWS U A KISS*

*PUTS ON TWO FÜR COATS TO REMAIN UNDETECTED*

*STEALS ALL UR WEETBIX AND RUNS AWAY TO ALASKA NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN*

*still replies ur emails tho cuz i love u bitch y u do dis to me*

#I LOVE YOU SORRY THIS IS SO LONG BUT MY POINT STANDS #ALSO SORRY FOR THE SHITTINESS AND IF SOMETHING LOOKS WEIRD BC I EDITED IT SO MANY TIMES IT IS PORBABLY MOST DEFINITELY FUCKED UP SOMEHWERE #@ MYSELF I DONT TRUST U #fucshias #jiilys #I LOVE U BAE HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAPPY HAPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY #*SINGS* HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU #my BIG GOAT UR 17 NOW I AM ZCRYING RN I SWEAR I LOVE YOU HAPPY BIRTHDAY

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