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bahngray · 2 years

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I Just Wanna Be Yours

Disclaimer This work is for mature audience.

Pairing - bangchan x reader

Synopsis - You sometimes question yourself whether u are a bad person or a good person but the truth is we are all human beings and our imperfections are the things that make us perfect.

Parts - Chapter 1

Chapter 2

"Hyung!" a familiar voice screamed from outside. I felt a rush of relief as well as worry as I recognized that voice.

"Hyung! Come on you have to wake up now" hyunjin screamed once again.

"Coming in 10 minutes!" I screamed loud enough for him to hear me from the otherside.

I turn around to face y/n and notice the strange expression on her face. She sat upstraight on the bed as she expected an explanation for my sudden behavior.

Not knowing what I should answer I just asked her the stupidest question, "Don't you know Stray Kids?"

She looked at me perplexed, wondering why I was asking about some kpop group instead of giving her an explanation.

"I'm the leader of that group" I said with a chuckle. "Wh-what?!" She exclaimed.

"Makes sense now yeah?" I said, not knowing how I was going to solve this situation or what our future would be like.

Y/n - I was in utter shock. I'm the type of person who likes a quiet, private relationship but he was an idol and if things got out of hand I would be the one at risk not him.

I started to blame myself for getting drunk and doing something so stupid. I couldn't even decide what we were, whether he actually meant anything to me or was he only a mistake.

"Let's talk sometime again, I have to go now as you know if we get caught we both are dead meat" he said with a tone worried as well as concerned.

Before I could even say anything he got dressed and left.

All my life I had been chasing for a man who would love me for who I was and when I found someone who was as close to my type he was found to be an idol. I honestly was confused, I wasn't sure about my feelings and I didn't even think I meant anything to him. Maybe he would never even contact me.

Until he did. It was a month after we last met. I was reviewing our newest product at work when my phone buzzed displaying an unknown number.

"Hello?"

"Hey I guess I reached out to you way too late from what I meant. I'm sorry about that."

" How did you get my number?"

"I have my ways"

"The hell r u? A stalker?"

"Let's not go that far cause I can say for sure that I'm more than a stalker"

"I can't talk rn I'm at work"

"When do u get off?"

"Why?"

"Are you always this hard to get?"

"Whatever"

"We need to talk , tell me when u get off work I'll pick you up"

"Are you even allowed to do that? What if someone sees us?"

"Can't u trust me for this once?"

"I'll go now bye"

*The call has ended*

Bangchan - She was just my type. Yeah I just knew she was the one. I made a plan with the help of the members (though I lied to them saying I was going out to meet my sister) and snuck out of our dorm to meet y/n. Only if she knew how much I was risking to meet her. Haha.

It's funny how strong my feelings were for her when I had only met her once.

She didn't tell me when he would get off work so I waited outside her workplace. After waiting for half an hour she comes out in the most beautiful black turtle neck and not to mention but she looked so hot I almost wanted to fuck her right then and there but I was holding myself back.

When she saw me her face went blank, she looked as if she had seen a ghost or something. She quickly walks up to me, it is surprising how she even recognizes me because I was covered from head to toe with clothing and I covered myself in a way so that no one would recognize me but I have to say she was impressive.

"What r u doing here?" She said with a worried tone.

"I told u I would pick u up after work, we have to talk y/n" I said while she kept searching for my eyes.

"Let's go now that ur done with work" I go ahead and hold her hand to get her to the car. She doesn't stop me, she just walks with me as if we were two magnet poles attracted to each other.

When we got to the car, she kept looking down at her hands and I thought she was uncomfortable at the fact that I held her hands so I apologized quickly, "I- I'm sorry if u felt un-"

But she was fast enough to cut me off, "So yes what did u want to talk about?"

"Umm so yeah uk that night it was .... I mean I think uk what it was... I just don't know what our rela-"

"It was a mistake" she said cutting me off once again. I was puzzled not understanding why she was lying because she clearly had feelings for me.

And I knew she did, so I stopped the car nearby and faced her, "You can stop lying if u think that's going to stop me" I said.

She looked up at me, her eyes filled with so much warmth it stopped my breathing.

"Listen I- I'm not the kind of person who wants to do a relationship like this cause honestly my life is already enough messed up and I don't want to drag a relationship that would be problematic into it"

"You know we can't be, you know that then why are you hesitating and not facing the truth. If we get caught it would be the end for both of us. We don't have ways here it's a dead end"

She said her eyes getting watery, but she was holding herself back. In that moment I just wanted to hold her, close and tight and protect her with all I had.

"You might not know this but I never give up on things that are mine" I said looking at her.

Tears streamed down her face as reached mu hand out to wipe them, cupping one side of her face and gently brushing my thumb on her cheek.

"Tears don't suit u" I said putting a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

Her tears come out so fast after that, she starts shaking. I pull her close to my and hug her softly, stroking her hair gently.

After a while when she calms down and rests her body on me while still hugging me I tell her she's the most beautiful person I have seen on earth and that I'll protect her.

She pulls away for me and it feels as if someone has disconnected half of my body from me. She looks straight in my eyes and without a warning crashes her lips on mine.

Kissing me softly with her plump lips, our tongues dancing with pleasure. I break the kiss and place her on top of my lap.

Y/n - I put my hands around his neck pulling him into another kiss, while his hands roam around my body, touching me in the best ways possible.

I break the kiss gasping for air when he brings his lips on mine again, kissing me so softly while his tongue was searching for dominance as his hands went under my turtle neck.

As I shifted in his lap, putting my legs on sides of his waist I felt his hardened core and gently pushed down on it, receiving a groan from him.

He lifts my crop top and starts sucking on my cleavage. I moan at the sight of this new experience. I pull him closer to me as his breathing hits my breasts and I shiver at the sensation of his tongue on one of my hardened buds.

I arch my back at the sudden pleasure while he unclasps my bra exposing my breasts fully this time.

He sucks on my hardened buds and rolls his tongue on my sensitive skin receiving moans from me. In a flash he brings his lips back on mine again and kisses me roughly but so passionately I almost forget how to breath.

I push down on his hardened core and he arches back. He pulls his hips up everytime I push down and I go ahead sucking on his neck, making sure I give him that mark. Sucking, biting, tongue rolling as he thrusts through the clothing into me.

"You mean alot....to me y/n and I want to know more ......and more about you please give me a..... chance to be a part of ur life" he says.

"I'm ... all ..yours..Chan" I say gasping for air.

*Later*

I show him the way to my apartment and he drops me off. "I'll head inside now" I say shifting on my seat to face him.

"Okay sleep tight" he says giving me a soft look pouting his lips.

I give him a peck at the sight of this sudden cuteness and get off the car. I watch as he drives away from the parking lot and I head to my apartment.

Han - Yes I was the first person who knew he had something up and dude he kept on blushing all the time, he was always on his phone texting someone and while the others were too busy to even notice I literally caught him. Haha it's just funny to see ur teammate being all lovey dovey for someone.

I.N - I honestly was traumatized at the sight of him. It was pure hell when he kept blushing and laughing all by himself. I guess we all knew at some point that he was dating.

Hyunjin - He was on the way to get caught and this is what happened....

As I promised chapter 2 is up. Idk why writing has been so difficult I barely could write anything properly and I don't feel good sharing this one with you guys but I made a promise and I had to keep it. Thank u for supporting me! Ily guys soo soooooo much.

Perhaps guess I'm suffering from a writers block. Yes AGAIN!!!

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spiderling-space · 3 years

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Hi hi!! When you get the chance may I please have platonic mc who doesn’t speak a lot but when they do it’s usually something strange like “how many chickens do you think I’m worth” or “did you know there are hairy snails” with vice dorm leaders?

I needed a little break from matchups so here it is. It was hard to go back to writing headcanons for that break. I'm basing this off MC telling shower thoughts in inappropriate places from my prompt list.

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Trey Clover

Trey asked (Y/N) to help him prepare desserts for the upcoming Unbirthday party. They were supposed to break the eggs and mix them.

"How many chickens do you think I'm worth?"

Trey is used to questions such as this as he heard countless weird questions from his siblings and younger Heartslabyul students. He answers it with a dad joke of his.

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Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie somehow roped (Y/N) to do his dorm duties. He is relaxing as (Y/N) is hanging the clothes on the rope.

"Have you ever thought that at some unknown point in the future, you will be the next person to die?"

Ruggie almost chokes on his drink. Where did it come from? He coughs a little, trying to understand if it is a threat. He finishes his drink then aids (Y/N) in doing his duties. It will be for a while until he tricks (Y/N) to do his duties again, he wants to make sure it wasn't a threat.

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Jade Leech

Jade thinks he should wear the best outfit he can get and wore them the best way. He needed a new shirt so he goes out to look for some. He happens to come across (Y/N) as he is shopping and tells them that he is looking for a new shirt.

"You know, when shopping for clothes you could potentially be buying the outfit you die in."

Jade pauses for a moment as he didn't expect those words coming out of (Y/N)'s mouth. He lets out a chuckle and agrees with them before continuing shopping.

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Jamil Viper

(Y/N) asks if Jamil needs any help when they hear Kalim is throwing another party in Scarabia. Since Jamil knows they are trustworthy, he accepts the help.

"Did you know there are hairy snails?"

Jamil stops what he is doing. He didn't need to know that especially when he was cooking for the party. He stops (Y/N) from talking more about it by giving them more tasks.

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Rook Hunt

(Y/N) was taking a stroll when they see Rook taking pictures with his camera which brought a question to (Y/N)'s mind.

"Isn't it weird that every camera lens is round but every screen is square?"

Rook didn't expect (Y/N) to talk to him since they rarely talk which is something he observed many times. Regardless, he will not waste any opportunity to observe (Y/N) more. He will say they have a beautiful mind asking questions such as that and he will try to get them to talk more by talking about that topic.

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Ortho Shroud

Ortho was floating around when he heard (Y/N) talking with their friends. It was not like he was eavesdropping, he just has high hearing range and capability.

"It is much less frightening to be completely in the dark than to be in a lit area surrounded by dark."

Ortho floats to where they are standing and yells "I agree!", (Y/N) and their friends yelp for some reason. Ortho doesn't understand why but he proceeds to talk "They do it in my brother's games, he is spooked most when that happens." Ortho doesn't understand why that would be considered scary as he can see through the darkness clearly.

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Lilia Vanrouge

(Y/N) and the rest of the first years are studying for the upcoming history exam in Diasomnia lounge. Lilia is happy that they included Sebek in their group. He goes to their side to ask if they want his homemade cookies when he hears what (Y/N) says.

"You know what? When the first telephone was invented it wasn’t that useful. It’s when the second one came about that things started to pop."

Lilia sighs, "I remember hearing about the telephone when it became popular among humans. Unfortunately, I was not able to see it with my own two eyes, my general duties were keeping me busy." Lilia laughs when (Y/N) starts to question his age and if he is joking now.

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star-lemonade · 3 years

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School reunion (1/3)

A.C.E Junhee x Reader

Cw: bulling, kinda angsty, Junhee is a sweet heart though

Rating: T (Series R)

Word count: 3.6 k

Summary: You hire someone to accompany you to your school reunion.

I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. The laptop sat on the kitchen table and the page in the browser was taunting you. You stared at the screen from your spot against the kitchen counter. The empty boxes waited for you to fill in your information. Should I really do this?

You sighed and filled some water into the kettle just to delay having to make a decision. The other thing on the kitchen table was not better. It was an invitation to your school reunion. The reunion was scheduled for the Saturday of the following week at your old school. School. Even the address on the paper brought a bad taste to your mouth.

“You’re so ugly, who would ever date you?”

“I dare you to kiss her.”

“Yak not even for money”

You shuddered. No, no, there is no way I will go there alone. You sat down at the table and began to fill in the form. Name, address, phone and age. On the next page they asked about the occasion or event and you typed: school reunion.

Time? about 3 hours. I won’t stay there for too long.

Gender preference? Hmm I don’t actually care. ‘Don’t care’ was not an option, so you chose ‘man preferred’ over the ‘man only’, ‘woman preferred’ and ‘woman only’ options.

Age preferences? 25-35. I can’t show up there with an 18 year old.

Your finger hovered over the enter button. The shadow of your school days was still haunting you and made your hand heavier until you finally clicked check out.

You had officially rented a plus one for your school reunion.

A day after you had filled out the form you received a message from an unknown number.

“Hello, this is Junhee. I will accompany you to your school reunion next week. Would it be okay if I asked some questions so I can prepare?”

“Hi, Junhee. What do you want to know?”

“How should I introduce myself?”

You chewed on your lip. As you typed the next message your face felt warm.

“As my boyfriend.”

It felt so sad to ask this of a total stranger and you prayed he would not judge you for it. Please don’t question this, please don’t question this.

“How long have we been together?”

I guess that is a valid question someone could ask. You thought about it for a moment. It should not be too short but also not too long. The fact that you did know much about each other would make it not believable that you are together for years.

“A few months maybe?”

He asked a few more questions like “where and how did we meet?” (“at work while getting coffee”) and you answered them with whatever struck your mind.

“Okay. I think this is enough for me. Thank you!”

You sighed. This was actually more complicated than you had anticipated. At least now it felt real as opposed to just a scam to get money from people. Three dots appeared on your screen again.

“One last thing. This is also in the terms of service, but we all must remind our customers about this: I am not a hooker and you did not book sexual favours.”

Your face burned when you read that. Surely no one had asked for that before, had they?

“Of cause not, I just don’t want to go alo-”

Before you really thought about it, you had accidently pressed ‘send’ instead of backspace. Oh no. OH NO.

“Shit.”

My escort knows how pathetic I am. ‘As if he did not know before’ another part of you interjected. Your phone vibrated again.

“It’s okay, I will do my best to keep you company :)”

You did not know what to answer and just send:

“Thank you.”

As the reunion neared you found yourself thinking about it more. A sort of dread had settled in your chest. After all these years you would finally face your bullies. The people who had belittled you for not been pretty enough and made you believe that you could never find anyone who loved you. The worst thing was it seemed that they were right. You were single and you even had to hire someone… no. No, you would not let them get to you. The past years had been the happiest you had ever been. You had friends, even if they were not many, and you did well at your job. There was nothing not to be proud of. Even if you were single now, that did not mean you were unlovable. It just meant that you had not met a person that fit. You would walk in there, head held high and show those petty bitches you were not afraid of them anymore.

Your mood oscillated between confident and anxious for the whole week. You did not want to give them the satisfaction of knowing you were still so affected by them, that their mere presence could make you stay away. No, you had to go. Like this you killed the time to the day of the reunion.

You had rented a dress from a rental service. It was not too fancy but you simply did not own that many dresses and the ones you had did not seem appropriate. Someone on the organizing committee had decided that nice dresses and suits were what they wanted to see. You had messaged Junhee to wear something appropriate for that dress code.

“In a few hours it’s over.”

Your mirror image was not convinced by this but it was all you could do now. Backing out last minute would make you look bad, even if you really wanted to. All of this seemed like a bad idea. What if they found out that you had hired someone to play your boyfriend? You would be the laughing stock of the whole school and this after you had not been in school for years. For a moment you considered just taking off the dress, putting on some sweaters and sitting down on the couch. Your phone made a noise. A new message had arrived.

“At 5 pm at the station, right?”

Junhee.

“Yes. See you there.”

As if it was mocking you, the sun shone from a bright blue sky. The people on the street smiled more than you had seen in some time. On the other hand it was maybe your imagination. Now that you were walking to what could be the worst night of your recent history, everyone seemed in a better state than you.

You arrived at the station.

“I’m wearing a red dress.”

Maybe the dress was a bit much. It had seemed like a good idea. Wearing red would make you stand out. Now, however, that was the opposite of what you wanted to do. Fading into the background, turning invisible and just straight up going back home was what you really wanted right now. The only thing that was that held you back was the thought of the money you had spent upfront for your plus one.

Two young women stopped next to you. One of them sat her backpack down and tried to stuff a paper bag into it.

“Should I help?”

Her friend watched her struggle with amusement. Despite her offer she did not help backpack girl but looked around instead.

You shifted your attention to your phone. Junhee had seen your message. Good. I hope he will be here soon. So we can get this over with.

“Jeez, I wish my boyfriend looked like that,” the girl said as her friend proclaimed: “I’m done. Let’s go.”

Backpack girl dragged her friend away. At least she had a boyfriend. It was not like you needed a man in your life but it would be nice sometimes. Next week I will try tinder. From past experience that was not likely but the thought alone seemed to pacify your mind for now. Getting a boyfriend was future-you’s problem. Present-you had to worry about that goddamn school reunion.

Someone said your name.

“Hmm?”

You were not sure which part shocked you the most: the crisp black suit that hugged the man’s body perfectly, the curly dark hair that looked straight out of a romcom, the beautiful lips and handsome face, the million dollar smile or the soft voice that said your name. It was hard to choose.

“Ehm?”

“Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Junhee.”

“ID please.”

You showed it to the sour faced student behind the supermarket counter. He nodded and you paid. Buying hard alcohol in broad daylight was highly suspicious but this situation called for it. You definitely could not do this sober. Junhee had sat down on a bench not too far from the supermarket. The black suit and white dress shirt fit him perfectly. It was as if watching a photo shoot for the next wedding catalog. Oh, this is a catastrophe. You unscrewed the bottle and took a good mouthful. The cheap alcohol burned in your mouth and all the way down. No one in their right mind would believe he is my boyfriend. It could not be more obvious that you had hired him. Junhee watched the cars go by. The sun made his hair seem more brown than black and the light breeze moved the soft locks. You took another gulp and stuffed the bottle in your handbag. Did I accidentally book a model? There had not been an option for that of course. I should have asked for a photo. You left the store and walked over to Junhee. Maybe I should just send him home and go drink at a bar.

When he saw you, Junhee stood up. His charming smile filled you with dread. This is a car crash waiting to happen.

“Did you get everything?”

You nodded. Soon the alcohol would hit your brain. Maybe then you would care less about everything. You could not bring yourself to send Junhee away. He had come here, looking sharp and you had paid money for him to be here. Your stinginess won against better judgment, so your only option was the original one: go to your old school.

It felt like there was a black cloud of doom that thickened as you got nearer. The bad experiences from the past made every step you took towards that hell hole more difficult. You wanted to run away.

“Can I take your hand?”

Junhee. You had almost forgotten about him. He had not said anything for the past ten minutes or so. Maybe he felt that now was not a good time to talk. You offered your hand. He interlaced his fingers with yours. It had been some time since you held someone’s hand and it made your heart beat faster. Or maybe it was the liquor.

You turned the corner and there it was. The building looked the same as in your memory. Whoever had the idea of starting the evening here before instead of going to a restaurant directly, did not have your gratitude. Walking through the front door stiffly, you clenched your hands. Your whole body was tense. You were ready to fight or flee at any second.

Voices were coming from the gym. Next to the open door stood a table. On it were pens and stickers. As you approached a woman came through the door and smiled at you. It was the most fake smile you had seen in some time.

“Welcome! Please make a name tag for yourself.”

She made a swiping gesture to the table. You let go of Junhee’s hand and wrote your name on a sticker. The woman watched Junhee as he made a tag for himself. You had never been the jealous type but right then wanted to claw her eyes out.

“Have fun.”

You almost felt her looking as you entered the gym. The hall was filled with bar tables groups had formed and all eyes were on you. At one of the empty tables you stopped.

“I will get something to drink. What do you want?”

You barely heard your own answer over the ringing in your ears. The ceiling had been decorated but it made the hall seem more shabby. As if the paper garlands were only there to hide the cracks in the grey concrete. You looked around.

They looked back at you from the other table, pointed and smirked at each other. Your bullies. They looked old. The ten years since graduation had carved lines into their faces but they tried to hide it by applying too much makeup.

You felt sick.

“Hey.”

A hand landed on your shoulder and you jerked. Junhee pulled back his hand. He studied your face.

“Do you want to leave?”

You looked up. Leave? Leaving meant giving up. They won if you left. No, no you were strong. Your hand strangled your purse. You would not run away from them. Junhee‘s brown eyes watched the tremor in your hand.

“Let’s go,” he whispered and took your hand. Your skin was cold and sweaty against his as Junhee dragged you out. You were so shocked, you did not even say anything until you had left through the front door.

“Stop!”

You ripped your hand free from his grasp.

“You should not stay there any longer.”

“That is not your call to make,” you snapped at him.

His face flushed.

“No, but it is the right one.”

Before you could talk back he continued in a calm tone: “You don’t care about any of those people and they don’t care about you.”

He waved his hands.

“I don't know what happened in the past but you are not here to meet some old friends.”

Your eyes burned. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. It’s humiliating. You tried to blink the tears away but your vision blurred.

“Not here.”

Junhee grabbed your shoulder and led you away. The tears fogged your vision, so you just followed wherever he was going. Your feet moved on their own accord and you were thankful for it. Holding back an undignified sob took up all your mental capacity.

“Sit.”

You collapsed on the bench. There was nothing holding the tears back now. You looked like an idiot in front of everyone. Your bullies had seen you turn up with an escort only to run away the second they looked at you. And now you cried on a bench in front of said escort. How pathetic had your life become? You had not felt this bad since leaving school.

Get a grip. There was nothing to be done here. You did not feel better by telling yourself this, but at least one of these could be fixed. Try to stop crying.

You concentrated on a point on the ground. The concrete was cracked there and something green had started to push its way to the surface. Plants are amazing. They can even exist in these places.

Your eyes still burned and your nose was all clogged up, but you had stopped crying.

“I’m sorry, Junhee.”

You looked up. There was no one around. When did he leave? You sighed and your eyes burnt again. I guess it is just that kind of day. Going home sounded like a good idea but you could not bring yourself to get up. The weight of your sorrows kept you on the bench. You could not even blame Junhee for leaving either. Usually you were very composed and rarely had outbursts of any kind, but today was just not your day.

“Here.”

A bottle of water entered your field of view. Your gaze followed the arm that was holding it up until you met Junhee’s eyes. You took the bottle and almost cried again because he was still here. For better or worse he had not abandoned you on a bench.

The water was cold. It had clearly been in a fridge not too long ago.

“Thank you.”

Junhee sat down next to you and waited while you drank the water. This day, although it was not over, was already a train wreck. Very carefully Junhee asked: “Can we get something to eat?”

You nodded slowly. Food was not a bad idea. You had skipped lunch because you had not been hungry at the time.

“Sure.”

Junhee stood up and looked around, hands on his hips. He turned to you and asked in a hushed tone:

“Where do we have to go?”

There was nothing funny about it but you laughed anyway. Junhee looked like a lost puppy and when he saw you laughing, he pouted. Now this really was funny.

“The station is that way.”

Junhee looked at his phone. He took off his tie and pocketed it.

“Technically I’m free to go now.”

You raised an eyebrow. “We just got here and ordered food and you want to go?” was what you wanted to say but swallowed it. You were still embarrassed and grateful that Junhee was there with you. He had made dumb jokes all the way to your favorite restaurant. It was almost on the other end of town but it was the only place you wanted to be right now.

“So, you wanna leave?”

“Leave? No, no!”

He waved his hands frantically.

“I … meant I’m not here because of work now.”

The soju had painted Junhee’s cheeks a rosy red. It looked good on him.

“What do you do when you don’t do this?”

You gestured vaguely at you and him sitting together in your favorite restaurant. Surely it had to be model or something like that just based on what you had seen so far. Technically you were not supposed to ask personal questions but your contract was done. Technically.

“I’m a student. I study computer science, but I will graduate soon.”

He took a sip from his drink. That rang a bell in the back of your mind. Computer science? Someone was talking to me about that not long ago. Who was it?

The waiter came and set your food on the table. He opened the lid of the barbecue that was mounted in the table.

“Have a good meal.”

“Thank you.”

When you left the restaurant, the sun had set. You felt a little awkward. It had been nice spending time with Junhee even if you had been very distressed earlier. Before you could really think about it, the words fell from your mouth.

“Thank you for spending the day with me. It was nice.”

You did not look at him. It felt unnatural but you meant it and had to say it.

“It was nice for me too.”

Junhee’s hair was not as neat as earlier. The waves had flattened and the way he always combed it left it looking disheveled. His cheeks were flushed from the food and the drinks.

You were not sure what to say. “Goodbye for ever” seemed a bit odd.

“Good luck with your studies. See you around.”

“Goodbye.”

You left Junhee at the restaurant and walked home. It was not too far so you could walk. The night air was refreshing after the stuffy restaurant. It also cleared the dryness of your eyes and nose.

Your apartment was dark and empty. You took a quick shower, put on your pyjamas and went to bed. The day had been emotionally exhausting and you were drifting into the fuzzy precursor to sleep. Your mind drifted through some memories and thoughts but nothing was clear. It hit you. You were wide awake because your brain had found the answer to the question. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand. The light from the screen nearly blinded you.

John, a name he had chosen because none of his overseas clients could pronounce ‘Seungmin’, was the CTO of a company that had their offices in the same building as your company. Without thinking much about it you sent Junhee John’s number.

“He is looking for some computer science people. Maybe that’s something for you. Anyways good luck and best wishes.”

You tried not to think too much about that day. It still felt like a defeat even months later. You had run away from your bullies. They had looked at you and you had folded. It was a bitter memory. The logical part of you noted that it was not worth your time, that you should focus on the tasks at hand and live your life.

You spent time with your friends and on your hobbies. Indeed your spirits lifted slowly. The less time you spent ruminating about the past the more time you could spend on other things.

“Let’s get lunch. I’m starving.”

You agree with your colleague. You grabbed your phone and keys. Your colleague was already at the elevator and held open the door.

Two floors down the elevator stopped and the door opened.

“Hey!”

John and some of his staff entered. You waved and smiled. John was a man in late 40 or early 50s, you had never asked, but he gave off the youthful energy of someone who loved his job. A ‘ding!’ announced the closing of the doors but John jammed his leg and arm between it.

“Hurry up, newbie! We can’t have you starve on the first day!”

Steps echoed in the hallway and the newbie flew into the tight space. The young man had dark hair and wore round glasses. With the dark blue sweater and the jeans he gave off the youthful vibe of a university student. He was very handsome and your face burnt.

Junhee.

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loupettes · 3 years

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I needed a little break from writing doomsday, and this came out today instead. I hope you enjoy some Nine/Rose fluff!

H I R A E T H

SUMMARY: Nine/Rose. After leaving the Doctor alone in his grief, Rose is still upset over what happened that day he left her and Mickey on that spaceship for Reinette. She goes to find him and confront him and her feelings, but runs into somebody she could never have imagined to instead.

TAGS: fluff, hurt//comfort, romance, missing scene

Read on AO3: hiraeth

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They sat, Rose and Mickey, at the table in the kitchen, both sipping their tea now in silence. The tour of the TARDIS had been short to say the least, mostly because she couldn’t really focus on much else other than the love of her life having fallen in love with somebody else within the space of half a day, maximum.

She shuddered, and scrunched her nose to finish the last of her tea. Well, not the last; she still had a fair bit left, but it had gone cold and just tasted a bit like sewage water at that point, so she didn’t particularly see the appeal in spending any longer pretending it was still a decent cup of tea.

Funny, she thought. My life now resembles a cup of tea.

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Funny, she thought. My life now resembles a cup of tea.

She managed to not raise suspicion from the man opposite her when she sighed, but when her cup hit the table a little more forcibly than she had intended, Mickey raised his eyebrow.

“Take it it’s still not a good time to ask?”

Rose threw him a glare; she was still quite irritated by his smug-but-trying-to-hide-it expression. “No, it isn’t.”

His brow pinched, and for a moment he looked sorry for her. Not in a pitiful way, but in a... sorry kind of way — except, he wasn’t the one who should be sorry. He opened his mouth to say something, then decided against it.

“M’ gonna go for a walk,” she mumbled, the chair grazing loudly across the floor as she forced herself to her feet.

Mickey again looked as though he might say something, but again, thought better of it. But Rose was just irritated enough to ask,

“What?”

“Just… don’t go looking for him, okay?” he tried. “Give the man some space.”

Rose grunted. “He can have all the bloody space he wants.”

And with that, she left the kitchen. She was exhausted to recognise her feet were, unsurprisingly, steering her towards the control room, and she could feel with every step how regretful she was about to be if she reached that room. So she pulled every last piece of willpower she had left to stop in her tracks and think.

Should she go and talk to him? She folded her arms and chewed the inside of her cheek in deliberation. She was torn, because she wanted so desperately to talk to him — her friend above all else after all — but he had so horribly hurt her today that she was in half a mind to storm out of this TARDIS for good. She tried, she really did, to feel for him, and she took a step out of her own mind for just one moment to consider he had just lost somebody close to him. Even if her heart was breaking, it was at that thought that they shattered completely.

This was ridiculous, she thought, as her feet once more began to take her to the control room. He quite clearly wanted space, and Mickey only confirmed so much with his Manly Suspicions — seeing you right now isn’t going to make him feel any better.

She grunted, and her steps had a little more purpose to them now. Because it was so horrible to be the last person he wanted to see. He had never, not in their entire time together, been one to regret her presence, to make her feel like she was unwanted even just in a moment of grief.

Calm down, she thought, as she knew she was nearing the control room. The only thing that would make this a thousand times worse is if you burst into the control room in righteous rage.

So, she deliberately slowed down her pace as she wondered just exactly which approach she was going to take. But she found that, the closer she got to the control room, the less control she had over her intentions. So her footing sped up once more, and her heart pounded in her chest as she reached the control room.

She was more than disorientated, then, when the last person she expected to see was now standing in the exact same place as he was when she left him.

“Wha—”

He looked up at her with a frown, a frown she hadn’t seen in oh so many months, and she felt her heart sink to see that daft old, gorgeous, face. For a moment, she forgot that this was completely impossible, being so used to it these days after all, and her breath caught in her throat to see that terribly dusty old leather jacket, those baggy black scruffy trousers that seemed far too big for him and those eyes, good god those eyes were so bloody beautiful that she almost cried there and then to see them once more.

Those eyes that were currently looking back at her in utter bewilderment.

She shook her head and herself back to her senses. The Doctor quickly looked at the door at the end of the ramp and distractedly pointed to it, looking back at her once more in disarray. “What you doin’ there?”

His familiar yet somehow unexpected Northern accent seemed most alerting to her, and sparked the return of her own puzzlement.

“What are you doin’ there?”

“I just— you were— you said—” he stuttered, looking back and forth between her and the door. He seemed to only look to her for an explanation, which baffled her, because she was hoping he would explain. The two stared at each other in complete perplexity for a minute at least, before Rose was first to break the silence.

“This a trick?”

He blinked. “What?”

“This. You, here. The TARDIS trickin’ me or somethin’?”

“Why on Earth would the TARDIS be tricking you?”

“I dunno,” she shrugged, folding her arms and resting her weight on one leg. “‘Cos you were a right knob today and maybe she thought I wouldn’t strangle you if you looked like that.”

He was surely stupefied by the force of her words. “Bloody hell, I saved your life today and that’s how you thank me?”

Her mouth hung agape at that, and she quickly scanned her memories today and confirmed, very quickly, that he had in fact not saved her life at any point today. Not even when he stumbled into her’s and Mickey’s capture, drunk, and toyed with the droids for a bit while they held a rather sharp blade to her throat before pouring whatever was left of his wine onto their heads; she was still too furious to consider that ‘saving her life’.

“Oh, please,” she scoffed incredulously, “Do tell me at what point today you so valiantly came to my aid.”

He echoed her scoff. “I said thank you—”

“You did not you little liar!”

“Bloody hell, you’re a lot snappier than you were five minutes ago!”

She shook her head. “I wasn’t even here five minutes ago—”

“Which reminds me, what are you doing here?”

Her eyes narrowed at him; quite clearly, they were going to go round in circles asking questions unless one of them tried to at least figure it out. She took a deep breath, and spoke aloud her thought process. “Right. So, obviously we’re not talking about the same thing, unless you experienced today completely differently to me — which actually might explain your behaviour—” she stopped when she felt her spine pricking with heat, and shook her head “— never mind. And unless the TARDIS is playing tricks on me, and you’re still, well, you, then we’re not — this isn’t—”

She sighed in frustration, still trying to understand the concept of time being relative — whatever that means. The Doctor seemed only to understand her, and he nodded slowly.

“I’m going to go out on a limb here and say I didn’t just offer you to come with me, did I?”

Her heart sank; of all the emotions she was feeling, of all the frustration at being in a situation unknown, of having her first reaction to a man she missed with everything she had being bewilderment over the absolute love she normally had to see his face, her only response was to breathe a very unsteady and deeply sorrowful,

“No.”

He nodded, again slowly. “But— and I’m losing my other leg to this one now— I’m assuming you, at one point, in fact, do end up coming with me?"

Her lips pulled tight as she fought back against saying or indicating anything that might trigger some sort of paradox at having run into a previous him and altering their future, and she sort of expected she might spontaneously vanish at any moment. Her lack of response must have affirmed his question, and his eyes grew wide.

“Crikey. Right then.”

“I should—“ she started, pointing behind her to the door but not really able to move there just yet “— I should probably, erm…”

He looked back at her for a moment, his brow still drawn in concern, before he gave her the smallest, yet still most warm smile that simply melted her.

“I won’t tell if you won’t,” he whispered.

The relief she felt swept over her in a blanket so comforting that her feet all too easily took her to him, and she blurted, “You have no idea how much I needed to hear you say that.”

He grinned the most terribly beautiful toofy grin, but she didn't process in enough time — or care too much to do anything about — the look of slight panic when she practically tumbled into his arms, into a hold so comforting that she let out a small sob. She felt the relief, her whole body lightening and untightening to feel him, less skinny and tall and against the ever so soft fabric of a jumper rather than an oxford. She wished she could have seemed a little less desperate as she clung to him while he awkwardly — but sincerely — held her in return, but just having him there, against everything she understood to be possible, was the only thing she could possibly need right now and she felt alleviated.

“I’m probably breaking about eight hundred laws here but I literally don’t care anymore,” she mumbled, only half-jokingly, into his jumper, “You left me on a spaceship three thousand years into the future so you can fix it.”

“Oi!” he snapped, and she was relieved to hear he wasn’t actually annoyed. “I haven’t done anythin’, remember?”

She nodded. “You’re right, he can fix it.”

The Doctor had always known how to read her, even if she sometimes thought he didn’t. Even after little more than a day of having known her, to this him here now, he recognised her belligerence and only seemed to find it bemusing.

“You’ve got a lot of faith in him then, if you can think he can fix anything.”

She sighed deeply into his jumper, against the sounds of his steady hearts beneath her ear that sounded different somehow, like they weren’t quite hers yet even if they were beating for her now.

“I really miss you.”

The truth in her voice sounded, even to her, so very pained. She wondered what he must be thinking, why this woman whom had only just turned him down now clung to him in the most ridiculous of ways, close to tears as she told him she missed him. But he didn’t ask questions, instead he only felt it, straight away, by the way his arms ever so slightly tightened around her to more resemble a hug she knew was only hers, and one only he could give her. But she could feel him awkward beneath her nonetheless, and ever so regretfully she pulled away, but not quite able to stop herself from reaching her palm to touch the side of his face as she took him in. All those hardened edges, that stubble and those lips and slightly wonky nose.

“Oh, we’re— okay, so there’s an awful lot of touching between us in the future,” he remarked.

She giggled, and drew her palm away to sit on the jumpseat, patting the spot next to her. “Well, yes, I think we can say that—” she frowned, and stopped herself “—wait, can I say that?”

She looked to him for confirmation, and he shrugged. “Tell you what, if you start to fade out of existence, I’ll let you know, as long as you do the same for me. Deal?”

She chuckled, and shook the hand he had held out to her. “Deal.”

He sat down next to her, pinching his trousers and shuffling about to settle in a little more comfortably. She was relieved to know she hadn’t forgotten a single thing about him, which meant that she knew he was feeling most blindsided by her spontaneous and unprecedented visit, displaying a lot more familiarity with him than he, at that moment, had with her. For whatever reason, and she thinks she knows what, he was, for the time being at least, comfortable with putting aside his own reservations about the implications this might have on time and space if it meant that she could find comfort herself.

She gave him a shy grin. “So I turned you down then, hmm?”

“Great,” he tutted. “Nice to know it was me you said no to, and not the flying-through-space bit.”

She nudged herself to the side to bump his shoulder and chuckled. “Well, I’m here now, so you must have done something right.”

“Oh, I don’t know. From the sounds of it, I haven’t done anything right today.”

It was a suggestion, an invitation to continue, if she wanted to.

The sinking of her heart at the reminder of her today was terrible. So terrible, in fact, that she couldn’t find her words, and only shook her head sadly in response. The soft sound of his leather jacket as his chest rose and fell to his sigh somehow made it all that much harder. When he started to awkwardly pick at the stray cotton string poking out at the knee of his trousers, she managed to find her smile.

“Mention the time bit,” she whispered, turning to look at him, and he looked back at her with his eyebrow ever so slightly raised. “That’s what does it for me, in the end.”

He chastised himself, “I didn’t— I didn’t mention the bloody time bit— well, no wonder you said no.”

“You completely messed up with that one,” she chuckled, closing her eyes to the deep and flat way he said ‘wonder’, and continued, “Actually, know what else you messed up with?”

“Wish I hadn’t bloody offered to stay and listen, now—”

“The regeneration thing,” she scoffed. “Didn’t want to mention that that happens at any point, no?”

“Regenerat— bloody hell, I’m being confronted by a lot of my future in one sitting.”

Her eyes widened at that, perhaps having gone too far, but he grinned.

“Na, it’s alright," he assured her in response. "Promise. I’m not so unused to running into myself in the future, I know how this works, don’t worry.”

Her lips curled into a bashful smile, knowing full well he almost certainly knew the consequences of learning of one’s own future and that, in next to no circumstances, was it a good thing. Still, he had this thing about him, this assurance that he would, somehow, make it okay, and she couldn’t deny his invitation.

“You— I mean— well,” she flustered, realising this was much more difficult that she would have thought. “He... yeah, no, you—”

“Say ‘he’,” he encouraged. “It’ll make it easier, promise.”

Again, with that word, with the softness in which he delivered it, she felt this unravelling as her shoulders loosened where she could just be her. She didn’t have to worry about sounding all clever, like she knew what she was talking about, and now she didn’t even need to worry about the implications of something she’s been told can never ever happen, because he was with her. She could barely keep herself together with it all, with how much she just missed him and wanted him back.

“It’s been a bit… it’s been quite hard. Between us, recently,” she admitted unevenly, but once she felt the relief that came with uncorking the ridiculously tight pressure throughout her whole body, she was powerless to stop herself from blurting out the rest. “You regenerated not too long ago and sometimes I think you’re still the same, and sometimes you— he —” she adjusted, it somehow feeling better to say ‘he’, now “— does things that are so… not you.”

There was a silence in the control room, besides the familiar hum which had of course not altered even within this nonsensical situation. It kept her quite steady, actually.

“He sounds a bit like a prat.”

“You’re not wrong, there.”

“Tell you what,” he began, squaring his shoulders. “Since I’m him and he’s me, why don’t you tell me what he did. I’ll see what I can help you with.”

She snorted. “Told me I was gonna — and I quote — ‘wither and die’, left me stranded on a spaceship three thousand years into the future, fell in love with some posh French woman and picked her over all of time and space, to name just the ones over the last twenty-four hours.”

The Doctor was quiet, and she just had to glance at his expression at that. He did indeed look overwhelmed, as she thought he might.

“That definitely doesn’t sound like me — you sure you weren't just fooled into thinking he was?”

She snickered, although he wasn’t too far off her true musings at this point. “I think when you invited Mickey along, I should have clocked on.”

He really did jolt back in shock, then. “Rickey? As in that sad old sap out there, Rickey?”

“Mmm.”

“The one shaking like a bloody leaf and clinging onto your leg like a wuss?”

“That’s the one.”

He shuddered, and it only made her giggle more. “My god, what do I become?”

“Now you see my problem.”

“Alright, well, I can’t excuse the wither and die bit—” he paused, thinking “— nor the spaceship bit, I suppose. Or even the falling in love bit—”

“Fat lot of good, you are, then.”

“Oi! —” he poked her ribs “— You’re a lot less polite than I remember you being.”

Her smile was so wide that it ached; being here with him and laughing like before, before all the regenerations and the Sarah-Janes and the aristocratic French mistresses was a blissful healing of a wound she had long since thought had sealed up.

“I’m going to need some context over the wither and die bit,” he spoke quietly, a little jest still to his voice.

She frowned, honestly quite against the idea of reliving that conversation last night, and especially not when it was one with another, less recognisable, face than with the one next to her. “I dunno. I guess… I know what you—”

“He.”

She giggled, relieved, and he nudged her knee with his. “I know what he was trying to say, that his lifespan is a heck of a lot longer than mine, and it’s not as if it’s fun to watch us ‘wither and die’, as he so eloquently put it, but it still hurt. Almost like—” she scrunched her nose, thinking of what it was she wanted to say before she heard his calm and patient breathing, his breath and remembered who she was talking to “—like it’s so distasteful for him, that we grow old and all mangly and he just has to sit there and watch it and hope it gets over and done with quickly so he can move on.”

The Doctor was still beside her, his arms folded and leant back while she spoke. He seemed to be mulling something over, and when she looked up at him and saw his profile, his terribly large nose and sharp jaw, she all but melted into his side, tugging on his arm so that she could lean against him.

“He made me feel so bad for being human, and it’s the first time I’ve ever felt like that.”

He was trying to keep himself still beside her, and she knew he most probably felt a little uncomfortable at their proximity, but the fact that he was keeping so still for her reminded her just how much he cared for her in the first place — right from day one.

“Christ, give him a slap for me when you see him again will you?”

“It would be my pleasure.”

She thought about the two of them, if they could meet tonight, and only loved the idea of this him squaring up on the new one for daring to hurt a woman he had known less than forty-eight hours. And she grinned to know that he would, as well, because she knew just how important she had been to him right from the start. He didn’t need to say it, and she felt it even now with a new face, that she was still the most important person to him.

Well, up until today, she had.

“Alright, so you say the spaceship thing—“

“Yep,” she affirmed, punctuating the ‘p’ with an indignant pop. “Rode on a horse through a time window, severed all links with the ship and the future.”

“And you say Rickey was with you?”

“Yeah! Left us both behind.”

He thought for a moment. “How’d you know he didn’t think you were on the back of the horse and he was only trying to leave Rickey behind” — she couldn’t help but laugh at his old dry humour that he carried off so effortlessly, something else she only now realised she missed —“cos I can tell you that seems the only reasonable explanation to that one.”

“God will you stop,” she insisted through her giggles, “Rick—Mickey is not that bad!”

“And on that,” he continued, seemingly unwilling to stop despite her persistent chuckles, “I really cannot explain his decisions behind asking Mickey to join us, you’ll have to ask him yourself, sorry.”

He had such a wonderfully deadpan humour, this one, and for a bloke that wasn��t actually from the North, he certainly could have fooled her. To some, he came off as cold and unaffectionate, but to her, he was hers; she knew his humour so well and had grown so fond of him and the ways in which he made her laugh, knowing that he was doing it deliberately as often as he could only to make her giggle more.

“Alright, and what was that last one?” he asked after a moment. “Something about some French woman?”

Ah, yes. That.

Perhaps he knew exactly what by the way she flinched at his words, because he didn’t follow it up with anything at first. He chose his words well, it would seem, when he prompted,

“Something absurd about choosing her over all of time and space, if I remember you right.”

She fiddled with cuticles around her nails, only realising now how hard it was to talk about — or even think about.

“Something like that.”

And with her sigh, she released her hold on him, withdrawing back into herself at the way everything about her seemed to clench in pain. He wasn’t too unused to it all, then, when she felt his hand on her shoulder and gave it a squeeze. She smiled softly at the gesture that did indeed loosen her a little, but he seemed to notice that it hadn’t entirely when he tapped her shoulder to bring her to lean back against him.

“Well, I will admit this new bloke seems like an absolute git, but I know I can speak for him when I say he doesn’t fall in love very easily at all.”

She swallowed, her throat so painfully tight. “Yeah, m’ starting to think the same.”

He was quiet, and she was really fighting against herself to not fall completely back in love with a man she knew was gone forever. She did love him though, this him, and she missed him so much that the pressure inside her only seemed to worsen until, finally, he spoke quietly,

“Who was she, did you say?”

She didn’t want to respond immediately, though the name rested just at the tip of her tongue, echoing around her mind as it had been all day. So she took a moment's pause before she replied, “Someone called Madame de Pompadour?”

“Ah, yes,” he recalled. “Eighteenth century? Uncrowned queen of France?”

Rose sighed heavily, before nodding her head.

“Sounds average,” he dismissed. “Meet one of them every day, I do. Don’t think it’s quite like either of us to fall in love with somebody so ordinary.”

She had to remind herself, as she had done so many times over the last twenty-four hours, that she was indeed only that: ordinary. Nobody different, nothing that made her stand out from the likes of Sarah Jane or bloody uncrowned queens of France and certainly not one the Doctor, the last remaining lord of time, would so easily fall in love with.

“Anyway,” he cleared his throat, a welcome disruption to her morose thoughts. “I should probably, er, go and find, well, you— time, was it, you said? That’s what’ll do the trick?”

She sniffed, reluctant to let him go, but she did loosen her hold to allow him free. “Time,” she affirmed.

As he stood, and she too, it all felt far too formulaic for them, even if he had only just met her very recently. She couldn’t bear to let him go like this, to remember this meeting so sad, so she looked at him sheepishly with her arms hesitantly outstretched and said,

“Can I?”

He seemed to know exactly what she was asking when he pulled her in for a hug. It took them a moment of adjustment to settle; she being so used to his new more slender form, and he not being used to her at all. But when they did, when everything finally slotted into place and they were them once more, she exhaled and felt all that pain and anguish just… release. He didn’t take it from her, and she didn’t know where it went, but being here in his arms when she had thought she never could have been again felt like the most blissful recompense following such wretched and unjust anguish.

“I miss you,” she whimpered, holding on to him tighter.

“Rose?”

The sound of her name on his lips was a comfort in itself. “Mmm?”

“Can I tell you a secret?”

“Yeah?”

“That bloke of yours,” he paused, and she realised it was for dramatic effect when he whispered, “he’s actually me.”

She giggled despite herself. “After everything I’ve told you about him, you still want to assign your name to him?”

“He does sound a bit like a prat, I’ll admit, but he must have done some good things, too, surely?” She shook her head begrudgingly into his chest. “You wouldn’t still be here if he hadn’t.”

She smiled sadly, and reasoned, “I suppose he did regenerate for me.”

“Blimey,” he flustered, genuinely quite surprised by the sounds of it. “I’ve regenerated many times before, and for many different reasons, but I can tell you never for somebody else.”

She smiled; although she had never really known exactly what happened on satellite 5, she had only managed to learn from him that it was to save her life. He didn’t particularly like to talk about it, she gathered, not because he regretted doing so, but in a way she couldn’t quite decipher. Like he was afraid, almost — although of what, she wasn’t sure.

“You, Rose Tyler, must be quite extraordinary indeed.”

She held on to him only tighter as she felt his words find their home deep within her heart, in a way she knew they would never be able to be coaxed out of again by not even herself. And she knew the man she thought she was going to see tonight felt the same, really, if she was honest with herself. She realised, then, that she wouldn’t have been able to hear if he had said it in that estuary accent; it was specifically him saying it in this northern accent tonight that rang deep and true for both men.

And with that, she felt the imminent dread of knowing she needed to leave.

“I probably need to go tell him I’ve made some paradox, then,” she sighed jokingly, although a part of her wished she wasn’t. If she could only have this, this sweet memory of the two of them at a time where she needed to be reminded that it would always be just the two of them, then pulling away from him now might be less tortuous.

“No need,” he said, and then he tilted his head and whispered, “Looks like he’s already fixed it for you.”

She frowned, but even as she tried to process how he — the other him — could have possibly already done anything to fix this, her mistake, her desperate need to see her old friend and deepest love of her life just one last time in a time of such heartbreak, her heart swelled to know that of course he had.

“No paradox?” she whispered back, afraid anybody other than him might hear her.

He nodded, and she felt him kiss her hair. “No paradox, if he’s done it right. Now go, quick, before we find out if he hasn’t.”

#nine x rose #ninth doctor #rose tyler #loup.fic #dw fic

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nerdyfangirl67 · 4 years

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One-Shots Masterlist

CRIMINAL MINDS -

Aaron Hotchner (Hotch):

Through the Night

Reader (female) is taken by an unsub and Hotch finding reader, not leaving her side

Something New

Reader (female) finds out she is pregnant and has to find a way to tell Hotch.

Hello Darkness

Reader (female) getting hurt on the job and it leads to Aaron telling you how he feels.

Secrets on Paper

Reader (female) finding a letter Hotch wrote, explaining his feelings.

A Family Broken

Reader (female) suffers a miscarriage while on a case and has to tell Hotch

Color

Reader falls in love with Hotch and doesn’t know how to tell him

Eyes on You

Reader (female) has to resort to their “back-up” work outfit and catches a special someone’s attention

Hotch Helps You Sleep

The reader (female) is having a hard time sleeping and Hotch helps lull her to sleep.

If You Only Knew

Something takes place between Hotch and the reader (female). The reader tries to live without him but soon realizes that he is her grounding force.

Now I Know

This is a sequel to If You Only Knew. Aaron is cleaning out the attic and finds the box of letters the reader wrote for him during a relationship break. He reads them and finds out how the reader (female) truly feels

Will You Remember

Reader (gender-neutral) is a little tipsy/drunk. Character (Hotch) takes them to their apartment. Reader insists they sleep in the same bed.

That Thin Line

Enemies to lovers (gender-neutral reader) with the prompt - “Those things I said to you…I wish I could go back and stop myself from ever saying them.”

Derek Morgan:

Silver Lining

Imagine helping Derek feel better on a bad day (female reader insert).

I’m Here

Reader (female) has escaped an abusive relationship and finds comfort in Derek

I’ll Be There

Reader (female) realizes that Derek is more than just a friend, he is a brother.

Derek and a Puppy

The reader (female) has been secretly wanting a pet to keep her company while Derek is away for work and one night he comes home with a surprise.

Sometimes You Lose

Reader (female) and Derek come to the realization that they have feelings for each other, but is it too late?

Those Five Words

Reader (female) is having a bad day and a call from Derek Morgan turns it around.

Spencer Reid:

A Piece of You

Reader (female) finds she is pregnant just as Spencer is sent to prison.

David Rossi:

Mio Amore

The reader (female) is a server at Rossi’s favorite restaurant, as well as a culinary student, who flirts with Rossi and develops a relationship with him.

Emily Prentiss:

Lean on Me

The reader (female) doesn’t know how to process Emily’s death and a mysterious friend online just might be the answer.

SUPERNATURAL -

Dean Winchester:

Memories

Imagine Dean having to decide who lives, you or Sam (female reader).

Midnight Moments

Reader (gender-neutral) has trouble sleeping and gets a bit of help from Dean and Cas.

Make it Better

Imagine finding a baby, bringing it back to the motel, and learning that Dean knows how to care for it (gender-neutral reader).

Beautiful to Me

Imagine Dean telling you that he finds you beautiful (gender-neutral, but Dean calls the reader beautiful).

One Day

Imagine finding out you are sick and having to tell Sam and Dean (female reader).

What Love Is

A short one-shot based on the song “I Want to Know What Love is” by Foreigner (gender-neutral reader)

A Summer Surprise

A short one-shot based on the song “Cold as Ice” by Foreigner (gender-neutral reader - reader is called ‘sweetheart’ by Dean though)

Hold on Loosely

An angsty fic inspired by “Hold On Loosely” by 38 Special (female reader).

Sam’s Girl

An angsty fic, told from Dean’s POV and based on the song “My Best Friend’s Girl” by The Cars (female reader).

One October Night

A hurt/comfort fic based off the prompt “No one can find you here, so you may as well stop screaming.” (female reader)

This is Family

An angsty fic based off the prompt “Family is family. Whether it's the one you start out with, the one you end up with, or the family you gain along the way.” (female reader)

Castiel:

In Line

Imagine finding yourself (gender-neutral reader) drawn to fixing Castiel’s tie and it leading you to revealing your feelings to him.

Toast

Imagine helping Cas make toast when he has never made it before (gender-neutral reader).

NCIS -

Tony DiNozzo:

Behind a Name

Reader (female) remembers the five different nicknames Tony gives her versus when he uses her real name.

If Only for a While

Imagine finding out you’re pregnant as a result of a r*pe, and Tony comforting you (female reader).

Make It Go Away

Reader (female) is suffering from a migraine and Tony takes care of them.

Driving Rain

The reader (female) admits her feelings to Tony, who doesn’t know how to respond. She flees, driving to somewhere unknown, at least until she tells Gibbs where she is, who gives Tony a good head slap and sends him after her.

In Your Arms

Reader (female) is struggling to deal with the death of a friend and finds Tony as a comfort.

Gibbs:

Sail Away

Reader (gender-neutral) runs away after the death of someone on the team. Only Gibbs can bring the reader home.

Got What I Got

Reader (gender-neutral, but Gibbs calls them *honey*) questions whether Gibbs wishes his life had turned out different.

Changed

Reader (female) had to join witness protection for a period of time. When the reader returns to the team, she is changed. No one knows how to talk with her, no one except Gibbs, who never stopped loving her.

Anew

Sequel to Changed. Reader (female) is just starting to enjoy her life again, when she is kidnapped. Will Gibbs be able to rescue her in time and save their future?

Drowns the Memory

Gibbs thinks that reader (female) and Tony are pushing rule 12. Reader tells Gibbs who she really wishes to break rule 12 for.

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mychemicalimagines · 4 years

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You’re My Forever-Jasper Hale-Chapter 5

Summary: After the Battle of the Newborns, Bella reveals she’s getting married to Edward. After the wedding, Alexia’s life has been nothing but up. She gets to be with the love of her life forever. One little thing chances that. Will she actually get her forever…or will it end before it begins?

Warnings: Cussing, Angst, Supernatural, Paranormal, Love, Bella-Bashing, Smut, Blood

Words: 3498

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A/N: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS ALLY GIVING ‘BIRTH’. SKIP TO GIF OF JASPER IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE!

If I use gifs of the baby, I will be using Reneseme even if the hair would not match for two blonde haired characters. Pretend she has Charlies hair. I hope you all enjoy this! Please comment below what you think or talk in the group chat!! I will explain the ending in the group chat if you need me too.

Everything seems to stop...As if everything's going in slow motion. I gasp and fall forward, slamming my knees into the concrete floor. A loud crack sounds throughout the room as one of my knees shatter. I fall to the side. Jasper’s eyes widen and he rushes over to me and catches my head before it hits the ground. Everyone in the room, Seth, Rosalie, Emmett, Carlisle, Edward and Esme run over and crowd around me.

“I think her placenta detached.” Carlisle looks up.

Alice and Kevin both run outside, as quick as they can, to inform the wolves of what is going on.

“We need to get her to my office.” Carlisle says, standing up.

Seth and Jasper gently pick me up and rush upstairs to his office. So I didn’t have to go to the hospital, Carlisle got a hospital bed and an IV stand and set them up in this office. Carlisle moves my shirt to show my stomach. My side is completely black and blue. Rosalie stands right next to Carlisle while Jasper and Seth stand to my right with Jasper closer to me.

“Rosalie, hand me the morphine.” Carlisle feels at my lower stomach.

Rosalie quickly grabs the needle and hands it to him. I feel sweat pouring down my face as pain starts shooting through every possible spot in my body. I try and stay calm but this hurts too much. I feel a calm wave wash over me. I slowly turn my head over to Jasper who leans over and starts playing with my hair. His eyes are slightly red. I know that if he could cry, he would be right about now.

Carlisle quickly injects me with the morphine but I can feel it moving through me slowly. Rosalie shakes her head and grabs a scalpel.

“We have to do it now!”

Carlisle grabs her hand and shakes his head. “We can’t! We have to let the morphine spread.”

“There is no time. He’s dying!” Rosalie snaps.

I shake my head. I can’t let my baby die like this. Not after everything I’ve been there.

“Get him out! Now!” I shout.

Carlisle sighs and takes the scalpel from Rosalie’s hand. He glances at me before cutting into my stomach. I scream as loud as I possibly can because of the intense pain flooding my system. Even with Jasper’s powers helping me, I still feel everything.

“Look at me, Ally.” Jasper says, staring down at me.

I scream again as pain shoots through me and I manage to slowly turn my head to look toward him. Rosalie stares down at the blood pouring from my stomach. She goes to move but someone yells out.

“No!” Seth jumps over the hospital bed and tackles her to the floor.

“Seth! Get her out of here.” Carlisle calls out.

Seth wraps his arms around her and with Emmett’s help, they successfully pull her out of the room.

“Save her. We gotta change her now.” Jasper looks at Carlisle.

“We can’t! Not whilst he’s in there. I gotta get him out first.” Carlisle says as he continues to cut into me.

“Stay focused.” Jasper whispers into my air. “Keep your heart beating.”

“He’s suffocating!” I scream, feeling something is wrong.

Carlisle takes in a huge unneeded breath and leans down. I scream louder as I feel him rip me open with his teeth. I gasp when I feel the baby being lifted out of my stomach. Carlisle wipes my blood from his mouth and looks down at the bundle of crying joy in his arms. He smiles and looks over at me.

“It’s Charlotte.” He whispers.

I smile weakly as a tear runs down my cheek. “Beautiful.”

I stare at her for a moment before looking at Jasper. He smiles widely and kisses my forehead before kneeling down to the ground..

“You did it.” He whispers, smiling.

I slowly reach my weak arm down toward his face with a few more tears falling down my cheeks. My fingers brush his cheek, play with a few strands of hair before I leave my fingers against his skin. He looks up at me, eyes a little wide and full of emotions, his lips just barely parted, hard to notice, but I do.

“Charlotte slowly stops crying and gazes around the room before her eyes stop on me.

“Darlin’...” Jasper says looking into my eyes.

I whisper, staring at him. “I feel...I...I...Change...Now.”

His eyes widen and he runs around the bed. Carlisle looks up just as Jasper grabs a syringe and injects its contents into my body. I scream at the venom moving slowly through my veins. A few seconds later, everything around me, and in me goes black as I pass out from exhaustion, and the fall from the adrenaline that was running through me.

Third Person POV

Jasper stares down at Ally as her screaming suddenly stops and her eyes close.

“Carlisle...What happened?” He asks, softly, fear present in his voice.

Carlisle listens to the suddenly quiet room for a moment.

“She’s dying. The venom isn’t moving fast enough. Take her.” Carlisle holds up Charlotte toward Jasper.

“I can take her.” Rosalie walks into the room and stops to stand by Carlisle. “I’m okay.”

Carlisle gently hands Charlotte over to Rosalie who walks out of the room.

“I can do it.” Jasper shakes his head. “Tell me what to do.”

“You’re going to have to bite her.” Carlisle quickly says. “Bite her over one of her arteries.”

Jasper leans down and does just that. Every artery he can think of, he bites at. Ally doesn’t move and her heart slowly stops. Jasper leans up and stares down at her. Jasper shakes his head and bites his lip. Carlisle watches Ally before slowly shaking his head.

“Her heart is beating...and the venom is moving. We...Just have to wait now.” Carlisle licks his lip.

Jasper leans down and kisses her head before walking out of the room. He walks to the back door. Everyone that was outside, the Cullens and the pack, looks up at him.

“We...We don’t know. Her heart is beating, but we...we don’t know what’s going on. She...looks dead.” He whispers but everyone hears him.

Sam growls. “So she’s dead? Is that what you’re trying to tell us?”

“We don’t…” Jasper starts.

“Then the baby will have to be killed.” Sam growls.

“No!” Alice speaks up. “You can’t do that!”

Jasper falls to the ground, his knees finally giving up as he drops his head in his hands, and finally gives in to all the emotions swirling around inside his head, his chest, everywhere. His body shakes with sobs, but no tears fall from his eyes.

“I have my daughter...but I’ve just lost my everything...my love. My hope. My will.” His voice cracks and looks up at the wolves. “Please. Just. Give me a moment before you go and take away the only thing I have left of the woman I love.”

Sam growls but nods. “One moment. Then the baby must die. I’m sorry, Jasper. I didn’t want to have to do this, but you knew the terms of the agreement. Ally died, and now the baby must too.”

Jasper sobs again, his body trembling, but his cheeks stay dry. After the moment that Sam agreed to has passed, there’s a sudden shift in the air. All the wolves, excluding Seth who is upstairs and Paul whose eyes widen, phase into their wolf forms. The Cullens get into their defensive positions.

“Where is the baby?” Paul asks, quickly.

“With Rose…” Jasper mumbles as he glances over at him, running a shaky hand through his hair.

He runs inside in search of the baby and Seth. Seth is pacing around the living room doorway. He glances up when he sees Paul running over to him.

“We have to do something. They’re coming after the baby.” Paul says, quickly, skidding to a stop.

They walk into the room to see Rosalie holding a clean baby in a bundle. They walk closer just as Rosalie holds up the baby, allowing them to get a good look at her when Charlotte looks over her shoulder at Seth.

Seth looks into her eyes, causing his own to widen. His life with this girl flashes through his eyes. The future with her from childhood to her being a grown woman flows through his eyes as if he’s watching a movie.

A minute goes by and Seth glances over at Paul before looking at Charlotte again.

“We know Ally wouldn’t have wanted this. We gotta stop the guys.” He whispers.

Paul nods before looking at Seth. He sees the dooey eyes staring at the newborn baby.

“You just…” Paul starts causing Seth to nod.

They both hear a loud howl and Seth, without hesitation, runs out of the living room. He runs to the backdoor and pushes it open before jumping off the porch.

“Wait!”

The pack jumps back and looks over at him.

“If you kill her or them, you are killing me.” Seth shouts.

Edward’s eyes go as wide as saucers as he realizes what this means. “Seth imprinted. They can’t hurt her. Whoever a wolf imprints on can’t be harmed. It’s their most absolute law.” He explains.

The wolves’ eyes are now wide too. They quickly phase back and change. Sam walks forward.

“You imprinted on the baby, Seth?”

“I did.” Seth nods. “I’ll fight you if I have to, Sam.”

“No need.” Sam shakes his head and looks at Carlisle and Jasper. “It takes three days for one of you to change. If she doesn’t wake up in three days. We will be forced to do something about it.”

“That we understand.” Jasper nods.

Over the next couple hours, the Cullens bathe and dress Ally. They put her in her favorite outfit. Leggings and a tank top. Jasper slips one of his shirts onto her, knowing she will love it.

“She shouldn’t be this still.” Jasper looks at Carlisle.

“It’s the morphine.” He nods.

“Maybe it’s too late.” Jasper shakes his head.

“No, Jasper. Listen to her heart.” Carlisle pats his back.

They walk out of the room and Jasper immediately walks over to Rosalie who was holding Charlotte.

“May I?” He smiles slightly.

“Of course, she’s your daughter.” Rosalie smiles and gently hands her over.

Charlotte is growing like a weed. She is only a day old and already looks like she’s a month hold. Jasper smiles and holds her close, just hoping that Ally will wake up soon. Over the course of the next couple days, Ally’s body starts fattening up, also healing from her injuries due to the pregnancy. Her hair brightens back to its normal blonde color and her skin becomes a beautiful pale color like the rest of the Cullens.

Her eyes snap open, revealing her bright burgundy eyes.

Alaska -Over 3,330 Miles Away - 3 Days Before

Bella walks up to the Denali household on a mission. Before she left the Cullen’s home, she went through Carlisle’s vampire book collection. She found one about the history of vampires that included a section about Immortal Children. She knows that Irina would want payback for her mate being killed by the wolves so she will use all this information for her personal gain.

Irina, Kate and Tanya walk out of the house with confused looks on their faces.

“Bella?” Kate asks. “What’s going on? Is everything okay?”

“I need to speak to Irina.” Bella says, looking toward her. “It’s about Laurent.”

Irina bites her lip and nods. Kate and Tanya walk inside the house, leaving the two alone. Irina sighs and looks away.

“Bella…” She starts.

“I know how you can get payback for his death. He wasn’t going to hurt me. He wanted to stay in my town for a little bit so Carlisle could help him, but the wolves stopped him.” Bella lies.

Her head turns quickly and she stares at Bella, not quite sure if she should believe her or not, but then she smiles sadly and nods.

“Laurent, he...he was a good man. He’d never have hurt you or your sister. What...what happened to him, he didn’t deserve.” Irina frowns, wishing she could cry and properly mourn the loss of her mate.

Bella nods along with her, just trying to play the part of a supportive and understanding person. She just hopes that if she plays along, and does it just right, she’ll be able to convince Irina to give her the one thing she needs, the one thing she wants. Something that even her own husband wouldn’t give her.

“I will be able to help you. But you would need to change me.” Bella says, putting her head down.

“Change you? Why?” Irina raises an eyebrow.

Bella nods. “Yes. It’s the only way for me to be able to help you avenge your mate’s death. In order for me to talk to the Volturi, and for them to take me seriously, I need to be a vampire. Once I’m a vampire, and have spoken to them, they will take matters into their own hands.”

“What’s this matter that they need to take into their hands?”

“You know of my sister and her boyfriend, Jasper?”

Irina nods. “I know of Jasper and the girl he’s with. What about them?”

“They’re having a baby.”

“But that’s impossible!”

“Yes. I know. And if I hadn’t seen her pregnant belly for myself, I would’ve never believed it either. Now, Ally has somehow managed to get the wolves and the Cullens to play nice with each other, and the leader of the pack, Sam, refuses to kill the baby before it can do harm. And you know it will harm us all. Something that is supposed to be impossible will surely only bring death and destruction since it’s not even supposed to exist.”

Irina’s eyes widen. “How...is...is the baby born yet?”

“No. I don’t think so. But, I wouldn’t be surprised if it comes soon. Basically, the whole pregnancy has lasted a month. 9 months shoved into one. If it can grow that fast, just imagine what else it can do, and I don’t think it’ll be good.”

“Whoa. And...what exactly do you need the Volturi to do?”

“You know of the Immortal Children?”

Irina gets a faraway, lost in memories, sorrowful look on her face and in her eyes as she slowly nods. She looks away from Bella as she mumbles her reply.

“I knew one. My brother. He was three when it happened.”

Bella’s eyes widen. “What happened to him?”

“Same thing as what happened to the rest of the Immortal Children. The Volturi. They killed him.”

“I’m sorry, Irina. I couldn’t imagine losing my sister.” Bella lies.

“Well, you’re going to. One way or another, you will lose your sister.”

“I don’t want to. That’s why I need your help, need you to change me. That way I can convince the Volturi to kill the baby.”

“If they kill the baby, there’s a good chance that they will also kill your sister, your husband, and the rest of the Cullen clan, and even the wolves.”

Bella looks down, pretending like she’s contemplating the hardest decision she’s ever had to make in her entire eighteen years on this planet. But, of course, she’s just pretending. She doesn’t actually care about saving her sister, and while it might hurt a little to lose Edward, it’s not like they’re mates, or Imprints like what the wolves have.

As for the rest of the Cullen family, well they made their choice when they decided to stand by Ally, Jasper, and the baby’s side after the pregnancy announcement that ruined Bella’s life, honeymoon, and possibly even her very short marriage. Same goes for the wolves. They chose Ally, Jasper, and the baby instead of the safety and protection of humanity.

The only Bella truly cares about, and most definitely would hate to lose is Jacob. After all, he’s really the only one who has ever been there for her. Even when he tried to tell her to leave him alone after he first phased, he was still there for her. And, he was the only one who was on her side about the death and destruction of the supposedly impossible vampire baby, and believed her about how dangerous it might be.

So, yes, it would royally suck if she were to lose Jacob, especially at the hands of the Volturi, but that’s just a risk she’s more than willing to take in order to ensure the baby’s demise. After taking a deep breath, and thinking it’s been a socially acceptable amount of time to think over such a hard choice, she lifts her head and looks up at Irina.

“The outcome, meaning the baby’s death, is far too important to pass up. The outcome far outweighs all of the risks and possible losses. I can’t think about that right now. All I need to think about is making sure I can convince the Volturi to end the child before it can cause any harm.” She replies.

Irina sighs. “Are you absolutely sure? They...Bella, the Volturi will stop at nothing to make sure that baby never has the chance to cause harm. Including anyone who tries to get in their way.”

“I’m positive, Irina. Besides, this is also your chance to get revenge on the wolves for what they did to your mate.”

Irina’s eyes flash red in anger for a brief moment. “They need to pay for what they did to Laurent.”

Bella nods in agreement. “So...you’ll help me? Change me?”

“Yes. But, only if you agree to help me hurt the Cullens too. The ones involved with my mate’s demise. They were the ones who tricked Laurent and led him to his tragic death.”

***

Alaska - Present Day

Sucking in a huge gulp of air, Bella’s eyes fly open, flashing a bright burgundy color as she finally wakes from her in between life, death, and the after death sleep she’s been in for the last three days.

Bella grins from ear to ear as she realizes that her plan worked. That she’s now a vampire. That she doesn’t actually need to breathe. That the first breath she took was pointless, but perhaps just happened based on pure instinct.

Irina walks into the room with a small smile on her face.

“It’s done. You’re one of us now.” She says. “We need to hunt. I’ll show you how to hunt animals like us.”

Bella has no intention of becoming a vegetarian. When she saw Aro’s eyes for the first time, she was mesmerized. She knew in that moment that she wanted to have eyes like that. She sits up and looks at Irina with a small smile.

“I’m ready.” she nods slowly.

Irina walks out of the room with Bella following behind her. Irina escores her outside and into the forest. Bella looks around and notices she can see dew on the grass from miles away. She can hear heart beats to her left. The hearts are beating super fast. She speeds toward the beating. Right in front of her, is a woman who’s shoveling some snow. She can hear Irina running toward her so she needs to act fast.

Her mouth begins filling up with venom as her thirst sky rockets. She jumps toward the unexpecting lady. Biting down, as quick as she can, onto her neck, she starts drinking the sweet blood. The woman screams in horror, her arms flailing as she tries her best to stop but her attacker, but it’s no use. Bella quickly covers the woman’s mouth and continues to drink the blood. Irina stops beside her.

“Bella! Let her go. We can’t…”

Bella drops the woman and turns toward Irina with a...fake...sad look on her face.

“I’m sorry. I...I...I heard the heart and sped over before I realized it. She was right here...I couldn’t stop myself.” Bella sighs.

“We just...have to get rid of her.” Irina shakes her head.

About ten minutes later, Bella and Irina are sitting on the Denali front porch.

“So we should go to the Cullen’s house first.” Bella starts. “If we see the baby we will be able to prove to Aro that the baby is Immortal.”

“That’s a good idea.” Irina nods. “Then we go to Italy?”

“Yeah. Then they will declare a war. After that, it shouldn’t be too until the Cullens and the wolves will be gone.” Bella looks away as if the thought of the Cullens being gone would kill her.

“Are you going to be able to do this?” Irina raises an eyebrow.

Bella nods. “The Cullens aren’t taking responsibility for Laurent, neither are the wolves. I can do this.”

“What about Edward? Your sister?”

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despairofthefuture · 3 years

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She may be looking for Sonia Nevermind, the Ultimate Princess, or Gundham Tanaka, the Ultimate Breeder. They're both into dark occult stuff. They're also in the same class as Chiaki and Ryota. I think they're pretty close friends, so if you find one you'll probably find the other not far off.

"Princess!?" Hiro repeats, his eyes widening. "There's a princess at this school!?"

"As amazingly cool as that is-" Leon says, trying to bring them back on topic. "-this Gundham dude....Why would a...breeder know about occult bullshit?"

"The same reason a princess would?" Hiro mutters under his breath.

Chihiro furrows his brow in thought, the small boy looking very worried. "W-well, Mukuro did say it had nothing to do with his talent." He reminds them. "So perhaps it's a hobby of his?"

"Well, regardless, this is all we have to go on, and you guys havent been wrong yet!" Leon says determinedly, flashing the spirits a grin. "Since Mukuro specifically said 'he', we should check up on this Gundham weirdo first. So hurry the hell up, Hiro! Look up this Gundham guy!"

The clairvoyant nods and does as he was told, looking up a picture of Gundham Tanaka. When he finds one he stares at it in surprise. "This...this guy works with animals?" He asks, stunned.

Leon looks over his friend's shoulder and raises a brow. "Damn. Yeah, he looks more like an Ultimate Clairvoyant than you do! He obviously seems to be embracing the occult for a start!"

This earns the ghost a glare, but Hiro quickly shakes his head and returns his phone to his pocket. "Well, whatever. We know what he looks like, so let's go to his dorm."

As he begins making his way there, Chihiro frowns. "You know, the fact that Mukuro knows about this Gundham means she and Junko must have been studying him, or at the very least his class." He points out. "Which would make sense considering how much of her plan revolves around 77-B." His face saddens. "Poor guys. It's bad enough Junko put us, her classmates and friends through something like a killing game, but to basically torture a whole other class?"

"Its sick." Leon agrees, his eyes narrowed angrily. "She's sick."

Hiro simply nods in response, a frown on his face as he walks. Suddenly, he freezes in place. "Wait, what about Hajime?!" He asks. "I was supposed to meet up with him and-"

"That can wait a minute!" Leon interrupts him. "If we dont hurry and stop Mukuro, who the hell knows what could happen!"

Hiro nods in understanding, breaking out into a sprint towards the dorms, causing a brown haired boy in a Reserve Course uniform to look up and give him an annoyed look as he passed.

~~~

Hiro was thankfully able to find Gundham's room with relative ease. As he stands in front of the Ultimate Breeder's door, he hesitates.

"Dude, what's the hold up?" Leon asks impatiently.

Hiro frowns and begins picking at his skin. "Its just...the energy surrounding this room...its...really heavy and...dark..." He mutters.

Leon groans and rolls his eyes. "Oh for the love of-Hurry the hell up!" He snaps.

Hiro sighs and nods, reaching a hand up and knocking on the door.

A quiet exchange of voices could be heard along with some shuffling until the door is opened.

"Who dares disturb the Overlord of-"

The boy behind the door stops when he sees Hiro. The two lock eyes, and a wave of energy courses through the clairvoyant.

The extravagantly dressed man before Hiro stares at him for a moment more before he smirks. "Heh. I had thought the dark lady and myself were the only ones dabbling in the forbidden arts, but I can sense they run through your veins as well."

Hiro blinks in surprise at the guy's strange speech patterns. "Uh...i-if by 'forbidden arts' you mean fortune telling, then yeah!" Hiro finally responds, forcing a smile onto his face. "My names Yasuhiro Hagakure. I'm the Ultimate Clairvoyant!"

The other man lets out an impressed hum. "Clairvoncy, hm? Then have your visions sent you to my side for the aid of my dark powers?!" He suddenly poses in a strange way, and Hiro blinks in confusion.

"Uh...y-yeah. More or less. Youre... Gundham Tanaka, right?" He asks, scratching his head as he begins to regret coming here.

Gundham's smirk widens as he nods. "My reputation of course precedes me. Indeed, that is my name! GUNDHAM TANAKA!" The...eccentric fellow bellows out his name, cause Chihiro to flinch slightly.

Leon rolls his eyes. "Dear Lord this guy is gonna be annoying." He mutters.

Hiro gives a subtle nod in agreement before forcing the smile onto his face again. "Well, great! Do you, uh, mind if I come in, Gundham?'

Gundham shakes his head and steps to the side. "But of course not! A fellow user of the dark arts is always welcome in my abode!" He declares. "Although my Third Eye has failed me, for I did not forsee your visit." The breeder suddenly blushes, catching Hiro even more off guard as the man attempts to hide the flush by raising his scarf over his face. "I currently have...company over. The dark princess, Sonia Nevermind. But do not fear! I am training her to be my apprentice, so you need not hold your tongue with anything you must tell me!" He declares with finality as he turns with a flourish and walks into his room.

Hiro stands still for a moment longer, sharing an unsure look with Leon and Chihiro, before following the breeder into his room and closing the door behind him.

The dark atmosphere Hiro had felt from outside the door was tripled the moment he took a step inside, and he shivered. Gundham's room was dark, light blotting curtains hung at the windows that allowed the only light inside the room to be the many lit candles that were scattered around. There was a bookcase against one of the walls, and on it several heavy looking leather cased books.

"Well I guess we found the right guy." Leon mutters.

Hiro nods in agreement as he continues scanning the environment. His gaze stops at something that seemed out of place. A brightly colored hamster cage where four happy looking hamster were currently rested inside.

"Well, he is the Ultimate Breeder." Hiro thinks to himself. "I guess it would be more weird if there wasnt anything animal related here."

"Oh, Gundham! You have company!" A sweet, feminine voice speaks up, causing Yasuhiro to turn his head in its direction. He couldnt help but stare. There was a beautiful blonde girl, sat upon Gundham's bed.

"Indeed I do, dark mistress." Gundham confirms, coming to a stop in front of the hamster cage. He opens the lid and places some treats inside, the four critters skittering over to them and eating them hungrily. "He says his name is Yasuhiro." A grin spreads on his face as he turns from his four pets. "He is also a user of the arts."

The girl, who Hiro assumes to be Sonia Nevermind, gasps and clasps her hands together excitedly. "Really?!" She exclaims happily. "There is another one at the school?!"

"It indeed seems that way, Sonia." The breeder confirms, his gaze going to Hiro. "He says he is a clairvoyant, and that he received a vision that called him to me."

Sonia gasps and looks to Hiro as well. "Is that so? Then please! I insist you inform us of the details of your vision at once!"

For some reason Hiro felt extremely compelled to bow towards the upperclasswoman and the need to hurry with the explanation. He blinks and clears his throat, attempting to calm his nerves. "R-right. Well, it's a long...and, well, pretty unbelievable story if I'm being honest." He sighs before continuing. "But I swear to you, Buddha, Gandhi, Mother Earth or whatever deity you believe in its true.

It started when my classmate Junko Enoshima came to me, asking me to read her future...."

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"...and then Mukuro mentioned someone else with knowledge of...occult stuff." Hiro finishes explaining, holding back the urge to explain his distaste for the occult. "And the spirits mentioned it could be one of you two." He looks between Sonia and Gundham, both of which look extremely surprised. "And since Mukuro said 'he' we went to your room first." He chuckles and rubs the back of his neck. "So...yeah. We wanted to make sure Mukuro's ghost...future ghost...didnt come here and find something she could use."

Gundham stares at the clairvoyant for a while, seemingly at a loss for words. Finally he clears his throat. "Well...that certainly is...quite the ordeal." The breeder recovers quickly, a grin forming on his face as he poses. "However you are in luck! I am quite skilled in this department, and while I cannot see your apparitions-" He walks over to his bookshelf and shifts through the many books before letting out a soft 'ah ha!' and pulling out a rather large one. He flips through it before placing his finger on a page. He then begins muttering something, which causes Hiro to frown and shift uncomfortably.

Gundham's eyes close, and a soft wind suddenly blows through the room, despite there being no open window. When he opens his eyes, he meets Hiro's eyes. They then shift over to Leon and Chihiro, his grin turning to a smirk.

"Ah ha! Hello there, fiends!" He looks over to see the shimmering outlines of the unknown spirits. "And to you as well."

Hiro's eyes widen in surprise. "You...you can see them?!"

"Of course!" Gundham boasts, slamming the book shut with one hand. "Did you believe these tombs were for show?!"

Hiro holds his tongue.

"Now I can be of more help to you and your miss-" He stops, his gaze slowly moving over to his bookshelf. He narrows his eyes. "....I assume this is the fiendish ghoul you mentioned."

Hiro blinks before following his gaze. His eyes widen further. There, looking through the books, was Mukuro's ghost.

Gundham Tanaka can now hear you! He is open for questions!

A/N: I hope things arent getting too crazy lol. I promise everything has a purpose! Supernatural stuff is canon in Danganronpa, and its especially important in this AU, so please bare with me lmao

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countessofravenclaw · 3 years

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It could never happen... but you can't know about the future

It's my birthday, so I am releasing something special out of my usual schedule!

So this started as a school assignment, where we had to write a fairytale with 1300 characters (like you could write a good engaging story with that lenght), so I wrote one page very summed version of this and after I turned it in I expanded and finished it and this is the result. This is just something fun, kind of an AU, but I would categorize it as a dream sequence. We can't know if it happened, maybe it did or didn't. Here is the original version if anyone is interested

Nina’s phone dinged. She looked at it. It was strange, she usually didn’t get any messages. You see, she didn’t have any friends who would text her. Her parents usually just straight up called when they had something to say, which was usually a lot since her mother was an epiphany of a helicopter mother. It was a record that her mother had not called her today yet. She just had to accept that her daughter was growing up.

Things had changed quite fast for Nina. She now actually had a friend. She used to have friends when she had been a child, but starting school they all had vanished. She had been left alone and she didn’t know what to do about it. She couldn’t just go and talk to people, what if they hated her. But then Luna had just appeared out of Mexico just before school had started. She was colorful, loud and noisy, everything that Nina was not, but they complimented each other.

Luna had gone to get something from the library and to her surprise, Nina had not joined her. She practically lived in the library. Books had been her only friends for so long. Maybe Luna had not found what she was looking for and was now texting Nina for help. Luna was a rare sight at the library so it was no wonder that she had gotten lost. You needed a certain connection with the library before you could navigate it.

It was Nina’s second year at the Blake South College. She had been totally alone all of her first year, so she had used all her time to studying and had quickly become the top student in her class. The Library had been the only good thing about the school until Luna had arrived… that was not exactly true… there was another thing that made Nina happy that she was at Blake.

This reason was something that only her heart knew. She could never say it out loud and never tell it to anyone, not even Luna. Luna would definitely laugh at her if she ever told her. She was being delusional after all. It was her dark secret.

Nina looked at the message again. The message was from an unknown number. Nina hesitated for a moment if she should even open the message. Her mother had always told her to never communicate with anyone online, but she was not a child anymore. Her curiosity got better of her, nobody ever texted her outside of Luna. Nina opened the message and just stared at it for a moment.

“Be happy, with love. Your future is bright. Don’t let it go. From: Felicity” the message read. Nina was confused. What was she supposed to not let go? Who was this Felicity?

Attached to the message was a video. The file had an odd name. It said: “J&R 2017”.

Nina clicked on it and almost fainted on the spot. In the video, she saw herself walking to the locker rooms of Roller, but she looked different. She was older, her hair was longer and she clearly had done something to it. She was wearing much different clothing too. Nina could admit she looked beautiful, but something was off about her. She looked older, more mature, and happier.

Her breath got hitched in her throat. Her legs went weak, and she had to lean on the wall so she wouldn’t fall. There was someone else in the video, who entered the locker room after her. He was holding her hand…

Nina almost forgot how to breathe for a second. Holding her hand in the video was… was… it was Gastón. He looked older too, and if it was possible, even better looking. He already was tall, but he looked even taller and his gorgeous face looked more defined. And she didn’t even dare to look at his arms. It was a good thing that he was wearing a long-sleeved shirt. His hair was also lacking the blonde highlights he had. Nina loved those personally, or she loved looking at those from afar.

She had done that for years, ever since she had met him. On the first day of Blake, she had been frantically looking for her classroom and bumped into him and dropped all her books. She had expected to him just walk away as everyone did, but he didn’t. She didn’t know how it had happened, but just one look at those brown eyes made her get lost in them. She always got lost in them. I might have been foolish to fall for someone so fast, but she did not control her heart. Otherwise, she should have never fallen for him. Being madly in love with a person who never could notice her… it was not easy. All she could do was just wait for her feeling to just go away.

He was the most popular guy at the school, he and his friend Matteo. One day, Nina had found out that they were into Roller skating and actually followed them into Roller. She was a bit ashamed to admit that she had been a bit of a stalker, but what else could she have done. Looking at him at school was not enough anymore. To her surprise, she actually got quite fond of the place and started to go there for her own benefits, not just to watch Gastón.

She snapped out of her thoughts and focused on the video again. What she saw made her head spin. She was sure she would pass out. What was this cruel trick that the universe was playing on her? What she saw, had only happened in her dreams. Something that could never be reality.

In the video, she had been saying something, but he interrupted her by pulling her closer and leaning down to kiss her. Nina heard herself saying something about some cameras, but she couldn’t focus on herself. Gastón had a mischievous smile on his face. Nina loved his smile, she loved everything about him, but she wished she didn’t. The feeling she wished could go away, only got stronger every time she saw him. She lost focus on the video for a moment and got lost thinking of Gastón, but she finally focused back on it.

Her legs went weak. He was leaning down to kiss her and pinning her down on a wall behind her. She could never admit it to anyone, not Luna, definitely not to her mother, but she had imagined herself being in that position with him, - multiple times - when she wanted to be extra cruel to herself. But before Nina was able to see his lips touch hers, she fainted. Maybe it was by choice, she could probably never get that image out of her head if she saw it, and it would drive her mad.

Nina woke up leaning against a wall at school. What had happened? Everything started to come back. Images flashed through her mind. She frantically looked at her phone, but all the signs of the message were gone. Of course, it had been just a dream, even if it had felt do real. Typical of her, daydreaming of a future that could never happen.

Nina leaned her back at the wall again. She was smarter than that and she should not need to waste her time for hopeless thoughts. She knew that it was something that was not going to happen, but her mind was devious and the false hope and the imagined scenarios always crept into her mind.

“Nina!” Luna’s voice rang and snapped Nina out of her trance finally.

“Are you alright?” Luna asked. “I am fine,” Nina said while standing up from the wall. She wanted to tell Luna that she had been daydreaming about Gastón, again, but she couldn’t. What would Luna think if she found out, that Nina was pining after a guy who was way out of her league?

“Did you find the book?” Nina asked, trying to distract herself from her thoughts. “No, I ran out of time. That place is a maze. But we need to go to the class now. You can go and find me the book later. I would just get lost again”.

They headed to the class and in an hour Nina had almost forgotten her strange daydream, but one thing had still lingered in her mind. Felicity, there was something about that name that inspired Nina. Even after, when she could not even remember where she had learned the name from, it still was on her mind. Little did she know, Felicity changed everything about her future and things that she thought never would happen… actually happened.

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Nina shook awake. Her hair was spilled over Gastón’s chest and his arms were still tight around her even when he was dead asleep. That had been a weird dream, it was almost like a memory of something that she had long forgotten about. She usually didn’t remember her dreams, not anymore, since she had all she could ever dream of. She lowered her head back on Gastón’s chest and closed her eyes. Sometimes she wished that she could send a message to her younger self, and tell her that everything would be okay.

#Gastina #Soy Luna #Dream sequence #soy luna fanfiction

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rigelmejo · 3 years

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march 3/15/2021

im trying to read through tae kim’s grammar guide right now because i’m officially further in the nukemarine LLJ memrise decks (there’s tae kim grammar guide sections in there) than i am in actually reading the grammar guide. And obviously these example sentences in the memrise deck would teach me more if i CLEARLY understood why they’re like how they are. which i... need to read the grammar guide section to understand lol.

my goal rn with japanese is? to get further in the nukemarine LLJ decks than i did last time. I’ve already mildly accomplished that (have done officially MORE of the tae kim section than before, have NOT redone the 190 common words i did last time i did this though). there are about 400 more cards in this tae kim section (LLJ 4) and then 1000ish cards in the common word section (LLJ 5). I would love to get them done.

it would be sweet if i could get them done before April 22?/24? whenever Nier Replicant comes out because then I could play that baby in english and japanese! Then Nier Automata! ToT The Entire thing that kicked me back into wanting to study japanese was my old love for certain video games and desperately wanting to know what their stories/characters are like before translation/localization. So it would be cool if I could play them a little ;-; or at least check out lets plays.

(which, checking out the kh2 lets play has been going pretty well so far... also that part where namine says “we aren’t meant to exist” and roxas says “how could you say such a thing? even if it were true” he says in japanese like “thats brutal/harsh to say. even if its true.” ...great to know that line is equally raw and heartbreaking in japanese lol. KH2′s localization did real good on like equal vibe to original just like ‘less nuanced’ if that makes sense. also thanks to the chinese hanzi i know now watching the KH2 lets play means i can figure out a lot of noun’s writing even though i don’t catch the pronunciation... also i’m catching a lot of words that mean like ‘beautiful/good’ as in like ‘great move’ and ‘dang’ lol.)

i had to stop myself from redoing the chinese flashcards i’ve done in the past! because i get ‘into a zone’ lol. And i really don’t need to waste time redoing those 2000 cards. i also needed to stop myself from doing the hsk 5-6 cards. because realistically? i know half of them, i should just set a lot to ‘ignore’ on the computer but im too lazy, and i’m learning a lot of vocab from reading right now. i don’t need hsk words to pass any test. The words i’m learning right now in reading are a lot more applicable to the actual shows i watch/things i listen to/things i read. its more useful to me to keep reading. and also to not sidetrack my japanese lol. i have read... 39 chapters this month... this month is only half over! hanshe is truly motivating ToT it also helps the story CONSTANTLY ends on cliffhangers so i keep clicking next chapter. who knows, maybe hanshe will help me kick up my reading speed. it already shaved off 10 minutes per 20 pages - now my 20 pages are down to 30 minutes to read, which is better than a few months ago. hanshe has 155 chapters so i HOPE it speeds up my reading lol.

hanshe is increasing my vocab though, its definitely noticeable over time. and hanshe has really good repetition of vocab which helps with learning and later the payoff means i never have to look up the word in future once its learned while it remains useful to me and i keep being reminded of it. after i get bored of hanshe OR i finish it, whichever comes first, its either back to a priest novel or into another pingxie fanfic written by hanshe’s author. The author did one fanfic that’s only 33 chapters so that would be NICE to do after this one lol ToT

summary of what’s turned out to be my studying methods this month:

Japanese:

reading through grammar guides (the one yue-muffin made and tae kim’s). so just grammar explanation reading.

doing nukemarine LLJ decks (in the ACTUAL order they are in the deck to completion - last time i did like 3 per time and never finished any lol. this is bolded because it’s the primary activity i’m prioritizing). so SRS flashcards. it’s working well right now because i can just put this activity in anytime i have downtime, like when i pause shows (since we know me i gotta take a break from a show every 20 minutes lol). i am bafflingly in a flashcard mood and i’m trying to take advantage of it while i got it.

*when i feel like it: watching kh2 lets play. so some immersion where i look up words. (and when Nier Replicant remaster releases next month I’m likely to at least a tiny bit try to play it in japanese ToT lol we’ll see)

so grammar reading, srs flashcards covering some grammar/listening/reading/vocab, and some optional immersion.

(a note: i gave up on the japaneseaudiolessons for now because i got bored. its a great resource! i just don’t feel like it right now. and from an efficiency perspective, nukemarine LLJ decks cover vocab, grammar, audio, reading - so I don’t need another resource for that right now).

Chinese:

reading through hanshe. so immersion reading, intensive reading looking up unknown words. (unknown words are happening less so its getting less ‘intense’ lol)

listening to Chinese Spoonfed Audio. so listening to audio flashcards. for building up listening comprehension/repetition to pick up some more common words. (i’ve been doing this during daily walks making it much easier for me to consistently do, doing it mainly to supplement the Reading Heavy study i’m doing, i can drop this and pick it up later if i want since its mostly easy background listening)

*I am slowly rereading the grammar guide on www.chinese-grammar.com for explicit grammar clarification. but this is not a high priority, since I sort of implicitly understand a lot of this and i’m not working on fixing production mistakes yet. i just... miss knowing wtf is going on in the grammar lol.

*when i feel like it: Listening Reading The Glass Maiden/Love and Redemption Novel. I’ve done 2-3 hours of it this past week, but i don’t know when or if I’ll just stop. Thankfully l-r is beneficial somewhat even if i switch up books later. i WANT to L-R you have no idea (to Silent Reading and Guardian REALLY badly lol). But its so time intensive, and requires a lot of focus, and i have to really plan to do it for an hour at a time usually. I am so bad at doing stuff for that long consistently. I was in the mood earlier this week! ToT

*when i feel like it: watching chinese shows raw. I was super in the mood this month because Word of Honor came out, and Killer and Healer came out, and Rattan came out, and I didn’t want to wait for subs. As a result I watched a LOT of raw episodes this month. However, english subs have caught up and since I’m lazy I’m inclined to just watch the subs - especially since youku ITSELF just put english subs on their most-ahead viewing schedule version of the eps on youku vip. so guess who’s buying youuku vip today? -3-)/ That said... even if I stop for a while, if Rattan subs move too slow I’ll probably watch those raw. And as SOON as 2ha’s drama Immortality drops I am highly likely to watch the raws for that since I likely won’t be able to wait. Watching shows is pretty highly dependent on how much I want to watch something and if subs take a while lol.

so reading, and listening. and a little listening-reading method too. mainly just working on reading, listening, vocab acquisition. chinese is going good - for a few months now i’ve just had the plan ‘read often while looking up unknown words, and add some listening study activity when i have time.’ It’s simple, and its been working well. later on down the road i’ll need some explicit grammar clarification again, but this is bare bones enough of a study plan at the moment. i’m clearly picking up words and phrases and hanzi at a reasonable pace. its not the Fastest obviously, but it is causing improvement over time and since i’m enjoying it i see no reason to change it up.

ending things

...who knows WHY i am so well focused this month with so much energy... tbh... i track how many chapters i read a month/audio i listen to/show episodes i watch etc, and this month is like as much as 3 other of my usual months combined. also my japanese has been basically ‘dabbling only’ prior to this month.

although... maybe in part its how i’ve gotten better at reading hanshe? Reading being easier certainly motivates me TO read more. And watching shows was MUCH easier this month (still not ‘easy’ but following the main plot is) which definitely makes me Want to watch more. Also i am... unbelievably motivated by a challenge. I think i got it in my head that i ‘really want to do more of Nukemarine’s LLJ courses and see how much i understand after them’ and now... i really want them DONE. so maybe the current things motivating me will hold out for a while.

(On the listening-reading front meanwhile, that activity takes SO much concentration its hard to do if i’m tired, BUT i have so many TRANSLATED novels i want to read recently and honestly its fun hearing the chinese narration and audiobook actors so like... i very much Want to do l-r so i can hear them as i read the translation... immovable object of me tired versus how much i’m interested in them lol ToT).

also thank u thank u @a-whump-muffin for sending me those lets plays because honestly it got me so excited again and its so cool to see them!!! <3 <3 and its so much easier to watch them versus committing to playing a whole game myself just yet ToT

#rant #march progress #march #it is wild how much i've already done this month #i really have done a Lot?#maybe my reading kick from early this month is just transfering to chinese #from january on i read 11 books in english? or 12 #and now hanshe i'm speeding through? i think maybe hanshe just got easy enough to feel like reading a hard english book #and since i was reading english like non fiction i am already in a 'can handle takes a while per chapter' zone #since non fiction takes me like 1 hour for 20 pages or something horrific like that lol ToT

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simple-heroics · 4 years

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Momo Yaoyorozu Fluff Alphabet | Part 1 | Letters A-L

Yes, yes, I know. My bias is showing. But Momo just radiates Distinguished Lesbian and my messy queer self gravitates to her for that. Please help me pull my life together, Yaomomo!

Also, props to @sparkncharge for inspiring me to go Plus Ultra on a fluff alphabet. If you’re a Hawks stan, please check out her Fluff Alphabet for him. It’s amazing; I still reread it. Also, while you’re at it, read the rest of Lily’s work. Her blog is partially what inspired me to start Simple Heroics.

credit to creator of the fluff alphabet prompt list here

Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Momo is pretty sheltered due to her upbringing and there is so much of the commoner’s world for her to discover outside of the little bubble she grew up in. She gets so giddy when you take her out exploring. With this, though, there is a strong, unspoken level of trust as well because it can take her out of comfort zone and even be a little intimidating.

One of her favorite activities is thrift shopping! She loves going store to store, seeing all the random things being sold and wondering at the stories behind them. While she can create anything in the world, she can’t replicate the history behind a given object. Some of her favorite finds include: a pretty landscape painting by an unknown artist, secondhand novels with annotations inked in, even someone’s diploma from graduate school!

Just as you give her a taste of your world, Momo wants to share as much as hers as possible. So expect the occasional night out at an elegant restaurant, concert halls, tea ceremonies, you name it. Momo takes great delight in introducing you to new experiences.

Her ultimate favorite, though, is when both your worlds come together in the privacy of your shared home. Just you two and a pot of tea shared between you. And she can be herself. Not the class vice president, the Yaoyorozu heiress, or even the Everything Hero: Creati.

Just Momo - your Momo.

Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

More than anything, Momo would admire a s/o with a strong sense of self - someone who knows who they are, where they come from, and what they want in life. Someone who is secure in themselves. Someone who not only accepts themselves but loves themselves, mistakes and all.

It’s the sort of confidence that doesn’t come from skill or achievements or any outside sources. It’s a strong, inherent sense of self-worth that’s unshakable, and it leaves Momo starstruck.

Momo isn’t one to place much value on things like physical appearance but in your case, the deeper she fell, the more beauty she found. There’s this natural allure about you that keeps drawing her in.

You’re simply…you. Just you. And Momo can’t think of anything more beautiful.

Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

For better or for worse, Momo is very much a problem solver. Like, “What do you need? Do you want some mint tea? A hug? Want me to hold your hand? How can I help? Please let me help you.”

Yeah, um, Mo? That works great for evacuation and rescue missions. Not so great when someone is having a panic attack. And sometimes, if they’re just feeling down, it’s less about what a person needs and more about just being there for them. It takes some talking for Momo to learn this but when she does, our girl adapts her approach accordingly.

That said, Momo figures out one surefire way to comfort you on particularly gloomy days: Blanket forts.

Yes, Momo is miss prim and proper and tends towards going for a more “practical” approach to most things. But blanket forts are fun. They’re also cozy and warm and make you feel safe. And it’s prime location for cuddling and sweet affection when you most need it.

Plus, she can make all the pillows you could ever want in there. Your blanket fort is magnificent, complete with only the softest of blankets and strung up fairy lights and Momo’s loving arms.

Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

For years, Momo’s greatest focus was her hero career – countless hours of study, training, and internships. Her brain was so crammed with the physical composition of everything to really think about a future.

Then you came along.

Momo doesn’t have any grand fantasies; her reality is already adventurous enough. Her dreams for your future together are simple, humble imaginings not much different from your current life together except for you’re both older. Some silver threading into her dark hair, crow’s feet around your eyes.

Momo wants to continue this life with you for as long as possible. Her dream is to grow old together. Given her profession, she knows all too well not to take any single day for granted.

Simple or no, just thinking about living her entire life with you makes her giddy enough to call in 30 minutes early so she can get home to you faster.

Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Neither. You’re partners, equals in this relationship.

She trusts your judgement implicitly. Part of the reason Momo is in a relationship with you is because she respects you and holds you in a high regard. Likewise (and especially knowing her history with second guessing herself), you always ask for Momo’s input on things.

H o w e v e r, that said, I do believe the roles can fluctuate in this relationship quite a bit. Momo can sometimes be strict with you in the sense that because she thinks so well of you, she knows you can do better and she pushes you. On other days, she herself can be rather passive. The key is communication.

The one thing Momo will never, ever waver on, though, is your safety. She isn’t overly protective by any means but is realistic and practical. And being the s/o of a high-ranking Pro-Hero comes with its own risks. Momo needs to where you’re at and that you’re safe. She personally ensures that you always, always have a way of getting in contact with her. If she herself cannot be reached, she makes sure you have pretty much all top 10 heroes on speed dial.

Seriously. Click any number on your cell. Any one of them is likely to be the personal phone number of Earphone Jack or Shoto or freaking Number One Hero Deku. (Creati is number 1, though. That’s your baby right there.)

Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Thankfully, fights are rare. But when they happen, they’re serious. Extremely so. And honestly? I don’t want to see an angry Momo.

She doesn’t yell or angry cry or insult you. Her expression is hard, resolute, as she makes her points in the argument while simultaneously cutting through every one of yours.

Two things make arguments with Momo terrible: One, she’s too damn smart and makes some very good points that are hard to argue with. Two, because she’s smart and makes good points, it can feel like you’re being condescended to you like a child.

And that never ends well.

Thankfully, Momo has a good outlook when it comes to arguments. She has a “us vs. the problem” mindset rather than a “me vs you” which in itself helps a great deal. Additionally, if she’s in a relationship with you, she knows you very well and can understand where you’re coming from.

That said, Momo is a patient, mature person who prefers prioritizes resolving problems and is quick to put things behind her. She is also very good at apologizing when she’s in the wrong but would expect the same in turn.

Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

So, so grateful.

If anything, Momo is hyper aware of the things you do for her and this in turn motivates her to return the favor a hundred fold. This includes: extravagant dates at fancy restaurants, sending you to a spa when she herself can’t see you, making you tea almost every night, complimenting you when you’re just in sweats and a stained shirt, bringing you shopping for a new shirt and some Gucci sweatpants, taking you to see that movie you looked for to…at its actual screening event!

Momo is pulling out all the stops for you. Is she your girlfriend or your Sugar Mama? Perhaps both.

Every time you do anything for her, even something as small as grabbing something from a high shelf, she thanks you with a dazzling smile. You just make her feel so happy and so loved. Momo can’t thank you enough.

Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Momo doesn’t get into the habit of hiding anything from you. However, that doesn’t mean she shares everything. There are some things she prefers to keep to herself and others she has to due to confidentiality in certain cases.

She does, however, try to hide her insecurities from you. Momo wants you to see her as strong and capable, an intelligent leader who can be relied on. She’s learned to keep up a strong front, as any weakness a hero displays can easily be taken advantage of by a villain or torn apart by the press. The public needs a strong face.

But you aren’t the public. Neither are you a villain out to exploit her weaknesses nor journalist looking for more fodder for tabloids. You’re her significant other, her life partner.

You tell her as many times as she needs to hear this. It takes time and a lot of late night conversations and built up trust but eventually, you two get there.

Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Yes, absolutely yes. Momo learned that her self-worth shouldn’t be assigned to things like being the smartest student or the strongest hero or even as the best version of herself. She alone is more than adequate.

As was mentioned in Activities, you also split her world wide open and made her realize the bubble she grew up in. It’s made her acknowledge her own privilege in a lot of ways which in turn made her more understanding of society is set up, especially in regards to her hero work. Momo becomes a far more compassionate hero when it comes time to suppress villains, understanding how life circumstances push some to make unfortunate choices. This realization in turn made Momo start finding other ways to help people outside of hero work, such as donating money to rehabilitation programs and advocating for changes in laws that reinforce the status quo.

As for you, Momo taught you how to let yourself be more sensitive and perhaps gentler. You learn to see people beyond the front they put up, how to recognize their insecurities. Your relationship with her has made you more compassionate as well, so that when you see anyone struggling with what your love sometimes does, you’re quicker to offer a comforting word or validation.

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Momo gets more insecure than jealous. Whenever she sees you spending a great deal of time with another person, she questions herself as a partner to you and consequently beats herself over it.

She remembers every canceled date, every missed phone call, every time she’s had to put you - the love of her life - second to her career. Then she berates herself for feeling guilty about prioritizing being a hero, someone who - you know - saves people. Why would she put a relationship before something so important?

But you weren’t just a mere “relationship”; you’re her world. But was she enough for you? How could she be when she was so busy all the time?

God forbid she starts comparing herself to the person you’re spending so much time with, especially if they’re funnier than her or more reliable or stronger or just more available than she is.

It’s an ongoing cycle and is honestly the saddest things in the world to watch, seeing this strong and capable woman destroy herself from the inside out. Unless she catches herself, Momo could potentially start self-sabotaging.

Please sit down with your girlfriend and talk to her. Please hold her hand as you reassure her that she is more than enough. Please have a long, serious talk about this before Momo breaks down.

After a series of conversations and perhaps some compromises in busy schedules, Momo doesn’t feel insecure very often. When she does, she learns to catch it and talk herself through it.

She reminds herself: You knew what being with a hero meant before you agreed to this relationship, and you’re proud of her. Your relationship is strong. You love her.

And she loves you, too. So much. :’)

Also…lowkey, when she gets jealous, Momo probs spoils the hell out of you. I’m talking date night at a rented out restaurant, private gardens, expensive wine, the works. The most important part being that she’s taken this time for you and only you.

Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Momo dreamed about your first kiss long before you two started dating, though she tries to deny it with a precious blush across her cheeks. She pictured it after a romantic evening, perhaps at her doorstep, with the moon and the stars and she would hold your hand before gently leaning closer and —

Yeah, no. Your first kiss was nothing like that.

It was after a long, hard day of training. Momo was sweaty and gross, covered in dirt, and her body was sore from the extensive use of her Quirk. She was so worn out that she barely even noticed you staring.

And boy, when she did, was she flustered. That is until at her you leaned closer to give her a soft peck on the lips.

“You worked hard out there. I’m really proud of you,” you told her simply.

Momo wouldn’t trade that first kiss for any fantasy in the world.

Your future kisses, however, are certainly more…ahem. Involved than the first. All this to say…YES, Momo Yaoyorozu is absolutely a good kisser. I refuse to accept anything less and frankly, neither would she. She was shy and demure about it at first but when Momo does something, she does it well.

Momo masters the art of sweet, lingering kisses that leave you breathless in their intensity. They usually start with a look, her eyes gently darkening as she takes you in. Her hands delicately touch the sides of your face, smoothing your hair behind your ears to allow her a better look. You can feel the flutter of her eyelashes as she leans in, her breath warm on her lips, before she meets them with her own.

Her kisses are soft and gentle but no less intense.

When she pulls back with a quiet hum, Momo rests her forehead against yours and smiles lovingly at your (understandably) dazed expression.

Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Momo is so cute when she confesses. I know I’ve gushed about her time and again, and I definitely won’t stop anytime soon.

Since her feelings for you first began, Momo held them close to her heart even when her mind is in a thousand other places with hero duties. It’s only later when she’s alone and quiet does she allow herself to focus on you – your smile, your sense of adventure, your honesty, the way your eyes light up, how you challenge her to go beyond plus ultra her comfort zone and grow as a person.

How could someone like you be interested in someone like her?

These feelings grew and grew, combating with Momo’s private insecurities. The more time she spends with you, though, the less they matter. You give her butterflies, yes, but you make her braver, too.

And brave is what she needs when she confesses.

Momo’s confession isn’t a spur of the moment thing. It’s planned - from the when to the how and even the where. She invites you somewhere private, somewhere she feels comfortable and is also meaningful to you both. Perhaps a garden or in the hidden corner of a tea shop you two frequent.

Momo has an entire speech planned. It’s formal and put together and she has it completely memorized but then –

She meets your eyes and suddenly, despite her ability to memorize the atomic structure of everything, that speech evaporates in her mind. She stutters, trying to grasp at the least beginning, and decides to - for once - let go of what’s “proper”.

And like Todoroki said…Momo’s speciality is thinking under pressure.

Momo tells you everything: her first impression of when she met you, the first time you made her laugh, the way her eyes teared up during your first argument, her gratitude for that one time you stood up for her against Mineta, all the ways you inspire her, the way your voice is her favorite sound, and how you make her feel.

You make her so happy and grateful and amused and dizzy and frustrated and emotional. You make her feel confident and so much braver than she actually is.

She takes your hands in hers, holding them like they are the most precious things in the world, and looks at you with shining grey eyes. In those eyes, you see someone so sure and certain of her feelings - her feelings for you.

“I love you, y/n. I love you dearly.”

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marshmallowprotection · 3 years

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ANOTHER MC! YES I KNOW SO MANY OOF LOL.

Match up as usual.

I honestly had trouble coming up with her personality- Like…making someone whose mature and older sisterly and whose also a idol for some reason is hard??? idk oof. Less sad MC this time but still with a bit of tragedy. But she’s not unable to move on like Marina, or manipulated by Rika into Mint Eye through Rika by making her trust her like Sayaka, so yeah.

No drawing this time, I have to do my math and science finals after this so oof.

Full Name: Yeona Mae

International Age: 25 (AS) 26 (OS)

Korean Age: 26 (AS) 27 (OS)

Nicknames: N/A

Blood Type: O+

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Marital Status: Single; Has Had 3 Previous Serious Relationships, the third of which would have resulted in marriage had her fiancee not passed away.

Ethnicity: Korean

Nationality: South Korea

Religion: Catholic

Birthdate: September 14th, 1990

Zodiac: Virgo

Height: 5′5 ft (165 cm)

Weight: 130 lbs (58 kgs)

*Status: Alive (All Routes Except Certain Endings)

Cleansed (V’s B1, and all of Ray’s bad endings)

*In the secret ending, if she is not the MC, Yeona is kidnapped by Unknown by order of Rika (due to her extreme amount of influence and connections) and was about to go through her cleansing ceremony before the whole fiasco with V’s death.

Yeona is also kidnapped in Another Story regardless of route if she is not the MC, and her fate differs based on the ending. If on V’s route and Bad Ending 1 occurs, she is cleansed and becomes part of Mint Eye since she was not able to escape with V, the MC, and Seven (and Myung if she exists in the timeline. Remember, there are multiple different timelines in the world of SV’s (short for SerendipitousValkeria) version of the Mystic Messenger universe.). Yeona escapes in all of V’s other endings.

In Ray’s route she escapes alone after Ray manages to help her escape before he hurries to help the MC of the route; note only if Ray’s Bad Ending 3 has not had it’s required conditions fulfilled will she be able to escape, so if she does not that would become a sign that your at the point of no return to Ray’s B3. she also does not escape in any of the other bad endings Ray has.

Occupation: Second child of the CEO of a company similar in size to C&R, one of the most popular Idols in South Korea.

Hobbies: Singing, Working Out (Not As Much As Zen Does, Though), Swimming, Visiting Her Fiancée’s Grave

Likes: The Ocean, Swimming, Playing Tennis, Taking Long Walks On Beaches, The Smell of Lavender, Listening To Music, Musicals, Watching Zen’s Musicals, Concerts

Dislikes: Echo Girl, Spiders, Alcohol, Her Mother, People Liking Her Only For Her Beauty, People Who Tell Her To “Just Get Over Your Fiancée Already!”

Affiliations: RFA

Mint Eye (V’s B1, Ray’s B1, B2, and B3)

Relatives: Father

Mother

Older Brother (2 years older)

Younger Brother (3 years younger)

Younger Sister (5 years younger)

Unnamed Fiancée (Deceased)

Background: Yeona Mae is the second child of the CEO of a successful company which specializes in a variety of things. Her entire life she has mostly been pampered like a princess almost, however, she was always taken care of by people other than her parents, who were busy running the company, leading to her basically having to raise herself. She was also jealous of her older brother a lot due to him being the “favorite” since he was the heir to the company and was constantly fawned over by her parents, who ignored her and her younger brother and sister. She ended up also having to raise her younger siblings since they were also ignored by her parents. When she was 5 she went to her first concert, which caused her interest in music and singing. As time went on she started taking singing lessons. When she decided to start her career as a idol when she was 19, she explicitly told her parents she was going to start from scratch and build up her career on her own without their money or help, which they respected and haven’t in anyway influenced her career as a idol since. Her career started to really kick off when she was 21, with the release of her 10th song, “What Is Love?”, which was conceptualized with the question of “What is love, really?” as Yeona had no real concept of what love was since her parents were quite obviously in a loveless relationship, having more kids for the sake of having extra heirs in case of Yeona’s older brother being unable to take over the company when her father dies. Yeona’s first relationship was the first time she had ever really known what love was like, and despite the relationship not working out in the end, her and her first love are still friends. Yeona’s second relationship was with a fellow idol, but again, it didn’t work out. Yeona’s third relationship did end up working out as her third lover ended up proposing to her, and she said yes. However, tragically, her fiancée died in a car accident due to his friend being drunk and driving without him knowing and they both died in the crash. Yeona was devastated and put her idol career on hold to mourn. Because of the loss, Yeona ended up believing she could never love someone like that again because she was so lost in what to do, since her future with her fiancée was now gone and she didn’t know what to do with herself. However, eventually, she managed to move on somewhat and started back up her idol career with the song “Hearts Separated By Death”, then followed by it’s sequel, “Mended Heart”. Yeona got into swimming a little bit after her fiancée’s death as something to distract herself from everything and keep her mind off things.

Yeona could be described as a big sisterly sort of person, caring very much for those around her due to the fact she had to raise herself and her two younger siblings. Yeona overall lives in the present, especially after her fiancée died, preferring not to plan because things could go to shit very quickly. She enjoys every second and like to savor happy little moments and just not think about everything else. She also can be a bit absent minded, getting lost in her own world sometimes because of a desire to go to a world where everything can last forever- of course, she knows it’s a stupid fantasy that can never come true. Yeona also is very good at reading people, and it’s very hard to hard to hide what your feeling from her. It’s also hard to lie to her, though someone like Rika could still manage to deceive her. Yeona also has a smart mouth and can be very sassy and sarcastic when she wants to be. Yeona always heavily enjoys teasing people.

Trivia:

1. Yeona has red hair (a little different than Saeyoung’s and Saeran’s) and green eyes.

2. Yeona’s most popular song is a song about her experience when her third boyfriend (and former fiancée) died in a car accident, called “Hearts Separated By Death”, created 7 months after he died.

3. Yeona’s favorite color is teal.

4. Yeona despises Echo Girl but pretends to be “completely neutral” toward her.

5. Yeona is a fan of Zen and has met him before. She has often praised his work in public and in private. Their casual friends.

6. Yeona has often had to debunk rumors about her and Zen being in a secret relationship because everyone wants to see the “prettiest idol around” and the “handsomest actor around” get together. She has stated she is still not in any position to get into another relationship (considering her fiancee died only 2 months before Rika “died”, so 20 months (or a year and 6 months) ago in CS and DS and 3 months ago in AS).

7. Since she comes from a wealthy family, Yeona had the resources to learn multiple languages, and so besides Korean and Korean Sign Language, Yeona is also fluent in: English, Spanish, Chinese, and Japanese, as well as their forms of sign language, which has been useful due to her little brother (who is 3 years younger) being born mute. — Submission

I match with you...

You’re the kind of person that cares about everyone around you. It’s never really been about you. It’s been about everyone else in the room and it’s hard for you to accept that you can be selfish sometimes. It’s unfortunate, but it happens far more often than it should to many people. Still, you don’t let it get you down as much as it might, but it’s hurting your heart whether you want to open up about this fact or not. It makes it hard for you to reach out to others when you do find yourself catching feelings because how does one open up when they’re not sure what love should feel like?

Gonna go out on a limb and say that you need the kind of partner that understands what you’re going through and won’t force you to rush and do anything. You and V are both the type that needs to be friends before you rush headstrong into something. There’s a lot that you could learn from each other on the front of opening up about what hurt you in the first place. So, you’re the types to exchange letters, texts, and late night phone calls as friends before romance ever hits.

He may be the quiet type but he is supportive, he admires that you have the confidence to do what you wanted even if it made someone upset. He wishes that he would have had that gall when he was younger. No changing the past but he’s happy to spend his future with you. He can be a bit-scattered himself so you both need to be on top of each other when it comes to times and dates.

#littleghostlyrose #cmc #oc #ask #mod kait #jihyun kim #submission

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britishchick09 · 3 years

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1984 livewatch

the time has finally come to watch the full movie! it’ll be sad, it’ll be disturbing, it’ll possibly be cringy, but it’ll be a lot of fun! :D

we start out with the mgm lion! noice ;)

epic quote B)

wait why is opera music playing i thought we’d start at the 2 minutes hate

OMG what if they’re gonna hate on opera

this looks like a drive-in movie tbh

narrator: “this is a land of peace and hope, a land of plenty...” OH SHUT UP YOU

they’re showing wheat like it’s little house on the prairie BOI YOU’RE IN LONDON

this is epic propaganda B)

what if the war footage was taken from ww2 and thus... isn’t real :o

HOLD UP is the eurasian war racist?

THE QUEEN HAS ENTERED THE CHAT

WHAT ARE THEY ALL SHOUTING I CAN’T HEAR WHAT THE FDR GUY IS SAYING SHUT UPPPPP

oh no it be u (his face is like ‘WHAT IS GOING ON’ and it’s very lol)

julia’s so into this! :o

o’brien’s like ‘ohhh!!!’

look who decided to SHOW UP FINALLY

he pauses a bit before reluctantly joining in yas ♥

OMG THIS IS LIKE A SCHOOL ASSEMBLY STOP TALKING GEEZ

good they stopped!

WOWWW DON’T EVEN LIST SUZANNA HAMILTON’S NAME WITH THE OTHERS GIVE HER A ‘WITH’ CREDIT WOWWWWW

this IS a school assembly they’re going back to work!

winston in glasses *chef’s kiss*

ooh a rotary dial! great use of tech from when the book was written :D

winston’s looking over at syme WITH SO MUCH JEALOUSY lol

what if the words they speak are just random stuff with no meaning

OMG confession!!!!!

poor winnie with his cough :(

this confession sounds JUST LIKE WINSTON’S OMG!!!!

winston: “bugger!” he’s a brit lol :D

epic B)

OMG this guy read goldstein’s book SO DID WINSTON!!!!

i love how the diary is in a brick hole that’s so cool :D

the diary scene was filmed on april 4th just like in the movie so that’s way rad man :D

i want you valley!!! :D

ooh they’re put a smol scene of his childhood in there coolio! :D

he s l e e p

this violin squeak tho :o

OMG THIS IS THE STANDING UP SCHOOL SCENE

it’s not but i can easily imagine it lol :D

he’s a stick omg ;o

when the lady talks to him you know it’s not a recording ;)

lady: “anyone under 45 is perfectly capable of touching his toes” BOI

oh no PARSONS

parsons: “choco rations are going up” c h o c o

parsons: “i seem to have run out of razor blades for some reason’ yeah,,, for some reason... ;)

this is so a cafeteria scene at school

THEY SAW EACH OTHER OMG

♫ i suddenly see him standing there, a beautiful stranger tall and fair, i wanna stuff this weird food in my faaaace! ♫ :D

me: “this is so romantic!” winston’s thoughts: “lemme smash HER WITH A ROCK”

wait did the lady say pineapple grenade???

HIS FACE LOOOL

syme rip boi

the 11th edition isn’t thicc :/

aww winston’s smol nod ♥

parsons: “by 2050 we won’t have conversations like this!” yeah because of screens lol

OMG the food looks and taste like meat but isn’t IT’S PLANT BASED MEAT!!!! :o

parsons just pulled a ‘hey need help with that?’ and put winston’s food on his plate EPIC

julia’s lookin’ at u ;)

YAS PROLES HOPE!!! :D

oh no DON’T TALK ABOUT THE 50 YEAR OLD WOMAN SEX WINSTON

OH NOOOOOOO

he liked the ‘bright red lips’ yet...

THIS CHICK’S LIPS AREN’T BRIGHT BOI

poor baby desperate for money :(

let’s GET THIS BEAT

hand on cheek = doublepluscute ^_^

epic foreshadowing B)

OMG CHESTNUT TREE POEM FORESHADOWINNNGGGGGG

OMG a couple is making out in the bar EPIC

winston’s just like ‘nnope’

OMG THE THOUGHT POLICE WERE FOLLOWING????

he’s at an antique store in prescott bless his heart ♥

mr. charrington sounds so kind WHYYYY

THE BIRTH OF A QUEEN ♥

mr. charrington says ‘4 dollars’ but they’re in london??

YAS BELLS OF ST. CLEMENS!!!! :D

winston: “what was that?” mr. charrington: “something old.” no DUH

they see each other againnn!!!!! :D

winston writes that he hates her SAME WITH A LOOK LIKE THAT

OMG SMOL WINNIE BIG O’BRIEN????? :o

his mom is lying dead in the field like the erza kid in ‘kirsten’s promise’ :(

he’s just... staring

OMG SPYING ON THE SPICY STARING ACTION :o

she PLONKED

that ‘ow!’ was so fake jules!

this is like anna and hans but not as bad underneath!

julia: “it’s nothing!” but this is turning out to be something... ;)

we’re half an hour in and wowza it’s gone by so fast! :D

winston: *gets a cute love note from julia* YEET!

THE HELICOPTER IS BACC!!!!! they’re really not making the spying subtle

OMG THIS IS THE THOUGHT CRIMINAL SCENE YAAAAS!!!!! :D

winston is the best plummer confirmed

kid: “you’re a thought criminal!” winston: *gives a slight ‘wha’ face and smiles* ICONIC

the crowd is clapping and cheering over the war yet winston’s not doing anything SAME

jules is just scooching by lol

HAND HOLDING WHILE PASSING A NOTE OMG ♥♥

the sky does exist! :o

the telescreen has some great music :D

winston’s joining the ‘big man’s hiking group’ suure you are... ;)

the train is going to the beat of the kids’ singing coolio! :D

big brother is called ‘bb’ yas bby!

YEEES THE I WANT YOU VALLEY SCEENE!!!!!

the lq audio made the twig crack and the leave brushing really weird lol

winston: “i want you.” I-CON-IC!!!! :D

THAT SMIRK THO

winston: “i want everyone corrupt.” julia: “i’ll suit you, then. i’m corrupt to the core.” *mal screech*

OH NONONONOONO SHE GONNA TAKE HER TOP OFF BI PANIC BI PANICCC!!!!!

she really went commando huh

ALL THE WAY

the sex looks like it hurts NO WAY MAN NOT FOR ME NNNNOPE

i’m glad it was only a part you couldn’t really see and not a full on thing I DON’T NEED THAT

awww she’s so peaceful after big naughty :)

this is vaguely gay...

aww winston’s hair ruffling in the wind ♥

c r o n c h

also did he just cronch into a potato???

OMG THIS IS JUST LIKE SCHOOL

teacher: “when the orgasm is finally eradicated...” totally julia: “NOT ON MY WATCH”

winston is the kid who smokes in glass while julia is the one kid who Just Doesn’t Care lol :D

thoughtcrime THIS IS THOTCRIME

wow syme is still alive?

julia: “you dropped your ink pencil” you mean pen?

winnie’s back in prescott! :D

the room is 4 bucks a night noice B)

BACC TO THE H8 BBY

the modern say 2 minutes hate is probably just a livestream with kids texting ‘h8 xd’ in the chat lol :D

winston’s thoughts: “she who is so careful...” boi she threw a dictionary at the telescreen in the book THAT’S SO NOT CAREFUL

hey girl CUTE LQ SMILE YOU HAVE THERE!!! :D

YAS THE REAL COFFEE SCENE!!!!! :D

she has so many smiles YAS!!!!

she’s so eager with showing him I LOVE YOU SO MUCH JULES ♥♥♥

she says ‘real sugar, real bread’ and... jam

winston: “how did you manage to get all this?” jules has her ways... ;)

winston: “i want you” julia: “i want you too” YAS :D ♥♥

the thiccc singer is here!! :D

she’s so pretty! ♥

aww the stroke ♥

his hands are shaking as he touches her :(

winston: “freedom is the freedom to say two plus two equals four. if that is granted, all else follows” iconic!

YAS THE PAPER!!! :D

it be gin time ;)

he scratches the face off the gin bottle woah :o

I JUST REALIZED THAT THIS IS O’BRIEN :o

winston’s little ‘yes!’ at getting the 10th newspeak dictionary ♥

that’s a look of longing my friends! :o

winston: “the call has come. all my life i’ve been waiting for it...” and now he’ll go into the unknown... ;)

AAND we cut to naked julia eating an apple! slight bi panic

she’s touching the paperweight queen love it ♥

SHE KNOWS THE CLEMENS YAS!!! :D

julia: “i just know it!” BOI YOUR G-PA HELPED OUT

winston: “the only thing to do is to walk out of here before it’s too late” thus my ‘julia lives’ au comes in! :D

winston: “never seen one another again” ...oh he was talking about that NOT IN MY AU SON

julia: “you do, i do.” omg marriage :o

YAAAS JULSTON KISS!!!!!!! :D

fluffy! ♥

julia: “i love you.” awww :)

winston: “julia. do you think the resistance is real?” julia: “none of it’s real.” STRAWBERRY FIELDS FOREVER!

♥

OMFG THERE WAS AN EXPLOSION :o

work is scrambling like eggs!

poor headache bby! :(

epic B)

winston’s dreaming of his bishy selfish chocolate mom adventure!

the rats were there when his mom and sister were vaporized! :o

she’s in the dress! ♥

they’re talking about betrayal and julia’s like ‘they can’t do that!” OH BOI BUT THEY CAN!!!!

julia: “they can’t get to your heart” aww :)

awkward...

winston sees o’brien WITHOUT JULIA THE F????

this feels like the principal’s office lol :D

o’brien’s voice is so deep and british ♥

the way he clutches the newspeak dictionary is so cute! :D

aww he’s stroking the pages as he reads :)

the oceania anthem sounds russian :o

YAAAAAAAASSSS!!!!!!! :D

so soft ♥♥

winston: “julia, my love.” MY LOVE MY LOVE AHHH!!!! :D

YEES THE COFFEE SMILEEE!!!!! :D

she’s hungry... she wants coffee... who’s gonna tell her coffee isn’t food?

omg i saw winston butt :o

winston: “she’s beautiful.” julia: “she’s a meter around the hips easily” winston: “that’s her standard of beauty.” YAAAS!!! :D

winston: “the future is ours.” YAS

OH CRAP THEY SAID ‘WE ARE THE DEAD’ NOOOO

mr. charington is loud compared to how i thought in the book

his ‘you are the dead’ should’ve been quieter like winston and julia’s then he could be loud!

FBI OPEN UP!!!!!

charrington: “here comes a candle to guide you to bed, here comes a chopper to chop off your head!” OHHHH NICE ONE MR C!!!!!! :D

RIP TO A QUEEN :’(

i should be a bit more heartbroken BUT THAT MR C RHYME MAN

OMFG THEY JUST BEAT UP JULES

SHE’S IN SO MUCH PAIN NOOOO :’(

why does he look old

awww :(

delete the drunk old lady BUT GIVE US PARSONS SUUURE

i dread the scene to come...

parsons didn’t say that he said ‘down with big brother’ so that’s a bummer :/

aww poor parsons he’s crying! :(

oh SNAP room 101!!!! :o

poor parsons but at least that scene wasn’t a thing!

OUCH THAT SMACC LOOKED LIKE IT HURT

is this leading into the bloody mouth scene? I STILL NEED TO KNOW WHAT THAT IS

winston doesn’t know where he is IT’S THE I WANT YOU VALLEY!!!

hold up this is just a vision ok BUT WHERE’S THE BLOODY MOUTH SCENE

frankenstein and spirit halloween called!

also o’brien flipped the switch without warning BISH

o’brien: “you suffer from a defective memory” and you suffer from a BISH MEMORY SIR

remember winston it’s all in the mind... ;)

WHY DID O’BRIEN SHOCK WINSTON HE SAID FIVE

'how many fingers’ is a trick question because winston sees four YET WE SEE FIVE OHHH

mother gothel vibes...

awww winston’s little scared squeak :(

winston: “i don’t know... i don’t know!” SAY FIVE WINSTON SAY FIVEEEEE

o’brien’s voice is so calming yet it spouts evil words...

julia immediately betrayed winston BECAUSE SHE HAD A ROSEMARY KENNEDY yet she’s somehow still alive without damage by the end???

ooh a new shot! :D

they just faded to black and showed a new angle which is a bit weird...

o’brien: “you’re thinking that my face is old and tired...” because it belongs to poor richard burton!

o’brien just yoinked winston’s tooth out tho :o

mother gothel strikes again!

winston to o’brien: “i love you.” you don’t say that back to jules YET YOU SAY IT TO O’BRIEN BOIIIII

o’brien: “you’re one of us. one of the chosen.” one of us gooble gobble! also ANAKIN IS THAT YOU????

winston just said ‘i love you’ oMG OMG OM WAIT WWAIIITIT

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D

seconds after she says ‘i love you too’ SHE’S FREAKING SHOT DAAANG NO PUNCHES PULLED BACK!!!!!

aww he called her ‘my love’ even in a dream

so that was the infamous bloody mouth scene and it was quicker than i thought it would be? at least i have a bright julia smile! ♥

OMG winston’s calling for her yet it sounds so weird WHYYY

he’s much improved!

they’re skyping lol

after all he’s been through he still hates bb! :o

ROOM 101 :o

room 101 is a personalized experience just for you! :D

also IT’S A DREAM MIRROR

omg the rats are GOING AT EACH OTHER GEEZ

winston’s squeak at the rats no!!! :(

‘do it to julia’ sounds a bit selfish but it’s the betrayal we’ve been waiting for!

...NOT

uh oh here comes the awkward reunion...

they should’ve said “...sup.” to each other

the bartender saying “on the house!’ tiredly each time is great :D

winston: “thank you for coming.” julia in her thoughts: “yeah whateves bro.” :/

at least they can still bond over something :)

jules gin time ;)

they ratted out on each other true love???

julia: “we must meet again.” winston: “yes, we must meet again.” ...they never met again

but if they did it would be a bro time!

winston: “i have seduced party members of both sexes” BI NANI???? :o

since his crimes are like the guy’s from earlier... what if he didn’t do them and was convinced that he did? :o

in the book he says i love you to bb, but here he turns away and says it... what if he still loves julia? :o

and with that question, the movie has come to a close! it’s a fantastic little film that closely follows the book. while i would’ve liked to see julia with winston at o’brien’s and the drunk jail lady, the cutting of the gross parsons scene, the addtion of the bloody mouth scene and the possibly hopeful ending make up for it. overall, this is an amazing adaptation of such a great book! :D

#livewatch #i bet this is just as good as the book! :D

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nad-zeta · 4 years

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Match up! (◠‿◠✿)

hiya!! can i pls get a matchup for ikesen, if its ok? 💞

bi girl i prefer guys! ambiverted intp, gryffindor, n true neutral. i have an older twin sis n i love/hate her sm lmao!!

i have medium-length straight-ish black hair (w/ a side bang to the right) & dark brown eyes!! im 5'5-ish, fun fact: im a filipina!

sooo im a complex daydreamer!! i NEED attention/affirmation or ill feel unwanted/sad. emotional scorpio, im quite sensitive. anxiety, i overthink too much! quiet w/ people im not close w/. easily annoyed but guilty after ‘cause im soft-hearted. im like half funny/playful/kind & half deep/mature/awkward- hopeless romantic! i have a way w/ words, sorta poetic? i wanna be the best! sorta socially anxious, i have a fear of judgement. im not innocent but ppl think i am at first. i look fine but deep down im a big mess. rlly smart & knowledgable. vv passionate, big nerd actually! im like a kid w/ my twin but w/ others im more mature. im the type to do fun stuff and loosen up but would also just cuddle and have long convos. im vv good w/ technology! very imaginative, i come up with stories a lot- around others im very quiet because i literally have no idea what to say. actually a big history fanatic, hehe. i act confident but im not rlly, actually vv insecure and i regret a lot of things.

a habit of mine is that i tend to drift away and just… think? i also tend to care a lot abt my appearance! i get competative but there are also times when im just chill. i get vv embarrassed when i lose control tho n i regret it sm :(( i have loads of trouble asking for help even if i like to help others a lot! i like being organised but i tend to be… chaotic.

hsjsh- fun fact: there are times where im just,, super hyper n say the weirdest things? im good in school but,, im lazy yknow- i love math (surprisingly, i got a natural talent?), science (esp abt stars n space), history, and english (actually my 2nd languange but im very fluent) the most. bilingual but im also learnin french! wanna learn latin too tho but id break down- i have the fear of the unknown, failure, n loneliness! im scared of the future cause its beyond human ability to know,, the only guys ive rlly talked to r family members so my awkwardness goes 100x hsjsjs

oh, i rlly love affection, but i need a lot of space too, tho! girls gotta have privacy- games r a hUge part of my life, so is technology and the modern era! i actually like sports too- not very good at em tho :((

some likes: gaming, jokes (esp corny/stupid/puns), space, stars, weapons (esp swords/guns), philosophy, psychology, testing myself, affection, animals, doing exhilirating things, music, movies, books, writing, astrology, astronomy, learning new things, & mythology.

some dislikes: too much heat, school presentations, creepy dolls, being under pressure, dirty things, blind faith, & annoying people.

tysm! omg i hope this isnt too long- i think this is too long?? yIkes i hope that this is ok!! love ur writing btw! stay safe 💞

Hi hi love! thank you so much for the request! You sound like a wonderful person and omw it soooo cool that you have a twin! I actually think she sent in a request right after you did lol! Anyways sorry for making you wait sooooo long and i hope you enjoy it! @x-joie-x

So i match you with...................... Mitsuhide

The first time you meet this sneki boy, you were quiet and reserved. War council had just ended and you were named as a princess of the Oda forces. You were super socially awkward, and anxiety was slowly starting to creep in, as the curious warlords started to surround you. It wasn’t until Mitsuhide had pulled you away in a teasing manner to save you from the crowd that you finally started to calm down. He had noticed this new little mouse had been on edge since arriving. However, he didn’t suspect you of being an assassin or spy as, during the whole council, your hands shook, and you could barely speak up against Nobunaga’s demanding and commanding tones.

Mitsuhide had found you incredibly amusing from the first moment you walked in, you caught this foxes eye. He didn’t know if it was the innocence or naïve purity that just seemed to radiate from you, but for some reason when he was looking at you, he found that he simply couldn’t look away.

It took all of one day for all the warlords to officially drop all suspicions of you. You were just such a sweetheart how could they not instantly love you and feel the need to protect you. You had started helping a few of the maids that first morning after you were named princess. You didn’t want to be a freeloader, so you worked hard to earn your keep and soon, the maids were fighting over who would get to work with you cause all of then just loved and adored you so much.

You got annoyed with Hideyoshi when he first found you helping the maids, as he was 100% started micromanaging you. You lost you cool and raised your voice at him, TBH Hideyoshi didn’t think anything of it, but it wasn’t until you had pitched up at his manor an hour later to apologize for being so rude to him that he realized what a sweet and sensitive person you truly were. Of course from that moment onward you had gained yourself a big doting brother.

All the Oda forces agreed that you were too sweet and naïve for your own good, so Mitsuhude was assigned to give you princess lesson to prepare you for your new life as Oda princess. You were super excited when Mitsuhide had told you that he was going to teach you a variety topics such as economics, politics, history and self-defence. You even managed to impress the sneki boy, by getting all the questions correct on the first test he had handed you. You had found that first test incredibly easy as you were a bit of a history buff, and all the questions had been based on Nobunaga’s history. This low key shook the sliver kitsune a little bit, as this proved that not only were you pure and naive but you were also super smart. You kind of reminded him a little bit of Mitsunari, a cleaver professor with their head in the clouds.

Mitushide praised you for your ability to pick up on concepts quickly and work diligently as a student, “I dare say little one, you are the best student a teacher could ask for.” You spend masses amount of time with sneki boi, and through that time you realized just how sweet Mitsuhide truly was, although he was a massive tease leaving you a blushy mess almost every day after lessons with his teasing comments. And naturally, the more time Mitsuhide had spent with you, the more in love he fell. It was also noted by the fellow warlords that, Mitsuhide always wore a soft gentle expression when it came to you, and in your experience he had been a kind gentle patient teacher. SO naturally you found yourself more and more drawn to this mysterious man.

Through all the time spent with the kitsune, you found yourself opening up more and more. He was one of the few people that got to see your playful side. You now would make the puniest, corniest jokes he has ever heard, leaving this kitsune in a fit of laughter mid-way through a lecture. Not only that, but he loved loved loved your competitiveness side.

This side of you slowly started to surface after the 3rd or 4th self-defence lesson when you started challenging the kitsune to rematches whenever he would pin you down, ultimately beating you in your little makeshift sword fight. Boy oh boy, don’t even get me started on the shooting lessons, once you were able to fire the rifle, you were straight-up challenging this boy, the best marksmen around to a shoot-off. “Come on Mitsuhide, the first one to get 100 bulls-eyes in a row wins, and the loser has to buy tea.” Needless to say, you always lost and even though every day you would make that exact bet, Mitsuhide would always insist on sticking you for tea and lunch as reward for being such a good student.

He really enjoyed spending time with you and would absolutely insist on holding your hands whenever the two of you were on your way to the tea house together after your lessons. “I can’t have my clumsy little mouse tripping and falling now can I.” Every day without fail, he would say that to you as he wraps his big hand around your small one, while leading you to your favourite tea house.

The two of you would talk about everything and anything over tea, these topics ranged from you making stupid jokes, to talking about random topics such as philosophy and psychology. Either way, Mitsuhide loved to spend time with you. He would always listen to and hang on to every word you said, storing every word in his memory.

You were his precious little mouse, and he knew you were an extremely sensitive creature. If anyone dared say a single bad word to you or make you sad, they would face the wrath of this very protective kitsune. Like one time, one of the visiting daimyos had talked down to you for accidentally bumped into him. You were busy cleaning the windows when you accidentally lost your balance and bumped into him. He was so disgusted that a mere maid had touched him. He started yelling at you and insulting you, this escalated to such a point that he even had his hand raised ready to hit you for getting dirty window water on his shoes. That’s when sneki boi decided to intervene. Mitsuhide legit stood protectively in front of you with his rifle pointed at the man’s heart, with the full intention to shoot. “Golly me it appears like you are quite the troublesome little mouse, my dear.” He then turned his sharp gaze towards the daimyo “I do suggest you apologize to the Oda princess, lest you want to answer for your crimes directly to Nobunaga.” The man simply scoffed and walked away. Mitsuhide then turned to you and enveloped you in a warm hug while kissing the top of your head, “Are you alright, my dear little mouse?” Mitsuhide looked into your beautiful eyes and gently took your hands in his, “Come little one, I have something I wish to show you.”

The two of you walked hand in hand to Mitsuhide’s manor, Mitsuhide led you out into his garden, where you saw something so beautiful you could cry. The garden was filled with flowers and candles and in the centre was a table set up, with a feast laid out op top of it.

Mitsihide had told you that night that he was hopelessly in love with you. He was overjoyed when he had discovered that you like him, was also a hopeless romantic and that you had an incredibly poetic, romantic way with words. You handed him a letter in which you had expressed your feelings for him in the form of a beautifully written poem. You were actually intending to leave the poem on his desk as a way of confessing your feelings. This instantly melted sneki bois heart into a giant puddle and he couldn’t help but pull you in for a sweet kiss.

After diner Mitsuhide had led you deeper into the garden where a fluffy blankie was sprawled out on the grass, he guided you to sit down and the motioned for you to lookup. Above you, a thousand stares were shooting across the sky in a big meteor shower. Mitsuhide pulled you into his arms and kissed your cheeks as the two of you watched the sky. He always remembered every detail you had told him about yourself, so when you revealed that you loved the sky and the stars, he knew he had to incorporate this rare meteor shower in your date somehow.

This had sparked a new tradition between the two of you, to stargaze and spend the whole night in deep conversation. These nights were full of love and affection as Mitsuhide would pull you into his lap and just hold you there for hours and hours as the two of you talked and watched the sky

Of course sneki boi also had a bit of a spontaneous side, and would take you on exhilarating trips around Nobunaga’s territories. They were mostly missions but after you had nagged Nobunaga to give you permission to go along on the missions, you and Mitsuhide would finish the official work asap so that the two of you cuties had plenty of time to enjoy yourself in the new environment.

Mitsuhide loves everything about you from your slight messiness, to your love of learning new things. He also knows that his sweet little mouse sometimes needs some space and alone time and will be sure to give you as much alone time as you need to recharge. He knows that you will seek him out when you have had enough of your own company. He will always welcome you back with outstretched arms when you have had enough alone time, and shower you with endless amounts of affection.

Whenever you are feeling insecure or worrying about the future Mitsuhide is right there by your side, whispering words of affection and reassurance in your ears. He makes sure to remind you every day just how perfect you are and just how much he loves you.

Often you can be found in sneki boys lap with your head resting comfortably in the crook of his neck as he soothingly strokes your hair. Don’t be surprised if this sneaky kitsune drops a few kissed on your nose, cheeks or lips during these quiet and peaceful moments, just as a way to convey how much he loves and adores you.

Other potential matches……………..Masamune

I hope you enjoyed it dear and i hope you have the best day!

#ikesen matchup #matchups #match ups #matches #akechi mitsuhide #ikesen mitsuhide #ikemen sengoku mitsuhide #mitsuhide akechi #mitsuhide ma #submission

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notyetneedcoffee · 5 years

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Soul Seer

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: None this Chapter, but later

Author’s Note: Takes place right after Avengers 1, with time travel elements and hints of Infinity Wars. Does NOT follow cannon after Avengers.

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You stared at the locked door. The deep sinking feeling that you somehow royally screwed up made your stomach flop over. Sure, it was a nice conference room with interesting prints, comfortable leather chairs and carafes of coffee and water sitting full. You turned back to the tall dark wood door, a nice room with a nice locked door.

Staring at the lock, wondering why you’d been brought here only felt mildly less disturbing than taking in the view. From this high in Stark Tower, you could see the massive devastation from the attack. Debris from buildings and alien ships created a horrific landscape. No one knew how many bodies there were under all that concrete. No one knew how many were human and how many weren’t.

It all seemed too much. Aliens. The sky opened up and aliens poured through a portal earlier in the day. The sun’s rays were just beginning to wane, but the day already lasted a lifetime. You’d been working, thankfully, in a laboratory in the middle of the 23rd floor. Apparently, your office was completely open to sky now. One of the techs said the Hulk smashed straight through and squashed a contingent of alien intruders with your desk.

You glanced at the coffee, desperately wishing it was something stronger. You may not be much of a drinker, but a stiff whiskey would be good about now.

Instead, you stood and stretched to let go of some of the tension.

The lock clicked and you spun to the door. Tony Stark walked in. Only he didn’t look the same. It wasn’t the tiredness around his eyes or the difference in his hair. It was his aura. The normal brilliant sapphire and energetic shots of indigo looked fractured by spidery veins of painful crimson and foggy white.

He calls it your gift, you think it’s a curse sometimes. You could see auras, emotions, truth. You just saw more.

“Y/N, if I need you to do something,” Tony spoke with his jaw so tight, you barely saw it move. “something difficult, something terrible, but something that may prevent events even worse than today from happening in the future, will you do it? I can’t explain anything more, and you can’t tell anyone. Ever.”

You’d never seen such resolve from him. The weight of his request sat on your chest. It tasted like bitter coffee and tears. But underneath, buried deep, a flicker of hope pushed forth like winter crocus battling the snow to feast upon the sun. The generally driven, intelligent, yet jovial man you knew who craved instant gratification was gone. This was a different version, but Tony nonetheless, and he was asking for help.

“You know I would. I don’t know what’s happened, but ...” You stopped, not know the words to convey the depth of the sorrow you perceived. Hot tears spilled from your eyes. Tony stepped forward, wrapping his arms around you. He held on tight for a moment. You clung to him, whispering “I’m sorry.”

He jumped back, rubbing the heels of his hands into his eyes. “Come on, Miss Y/LN, time for you to get to work.”

Stark led you to a section of the tower you’d never seen. You didn’t have clearance. Although Stark, and even S.H.I.E.L.D., put your talents to good use, your exposure remained limited. This was Tony’s R&D floor. Glancing sideways at him, he made an over exaggerated shushing motion and you nearly giggled.

At the end of the hall a wall of heavily armed men watched a door that looked more like the entrance to a high-tech bank vault. Likely it wasn’t too far from the truth. The men in uniform radiated aggression and fear, beating against you worse than heavy bass booming from broken speakers. Your steps moved a little closer to Stark.

“Hey there, Red Dawn, I’m taking my specialist in to see the out of town guest. Make sure room service doesn’t bust in, won’t you?” Tony wrapped the armed man nearest the door with the back of his knuckles.

“He’s in lock down.” The soldier shook his head.

“Listen,” Stark’s voice went hard. “I’ve had a really shitty day, so I don’t want to argue with you. This is my tower, you’re still on my payroll, and until Fury decides to roll up and butt his nose in, it’s still my show.” He activated the biometric lock and motioned for you to enter.

Inside a small observation room looked into another, empty except for a tall black-haired figure in green and black leather. He turned, staring at you with flaming green eyes. Your feet froze to the spot and your mouth went dry. In your sight, he shone like the terrifying fire of the sun.

“Do not worry.” A deep voice rumbled from the corner. “His shackles bind his magic.”

“I saw him on the news. He’s the one.” Your eyes still did not leave the captivating gaze of the prisoner.

“Loki.” Stark sighed.

Your head snapped around. You expected rage, fear, wrath. Instead a mournful, tired resolve poured off of him. “I don’t understand. He just attacked us.”

“My brother is not himself.” An enormous man stepped out from the corner. You’d only seen pictures, but recognized him as Thor. However, he too looked different than the news clips from earlier today. You had to avert your eyes. He radiated a crackling white light. It was like an arch welder. He must have misunderstood. “Please, I do not mean to offend. Do not doubt. He will answer for his crimes.”

“It’s not that.” You got a better hold on yourself and turned back to him. Thor’s presences reminded you of high mountain running water. Fresh and vital. “I wasn’t expecting you and it was a little blinding.”

“The mystical vision thing.” Tony waggled his fingers in the air.

“You can really see the true nature of someone? See the truth behind the lies?” Thor asked, leaning forward and taking your forearm in his giant hand. His touch felt hot.

“Yes.”

“What do you see when you look at me?”

“We don’t have time for this.” Tony growled.

“You shine brighter than anyone I’ve ever met except for him,” You jerked your head towards the cell. “And the Ancient One who taught me to live with my sight.”

“Wait.” Tony cut in. “Ancient One?”

“When my brain tumor became terminal, I found her. She taught me to open up my sight, and by opening my sight somehow the tumor began to recede. It’s like I have to use that part of me, or it turns caustic.” You sighed, and gave Tony a small smile. “It sounds insane, but I always thought she was immortal or something. At least something more than human.”

“What of my brother?”

You looked, really looked, at Loki for the first time. Bright bluish silver bled to emerald in sharp spiky energy. It was not like Thor’s energy at all. It prickled like frozen fingers. Something else writhed around him, pulling at the more beautiful greens. It flowed from his head, deep violet and nearly opaque. Still, he stared at you with an unwavering glare.

“What more is he?” You asked, not looking away.

“Loki is a Prince of Asgard.” Thor began but you cut him off.

“Not that. I don’t know enough about Asgard to say for sure, but all people – all humans – have a similarity to them. He’s very different from you.” It just presented as a feeling. “He’s hiding his true face.”

“Uh, ‘cause he’s a liar.” Tony rolled his eyes.

“You can see that?” Thor breathed. “Can you see through his glamour?”

“Huh?” Tony spun to look at Loki.

“I’m not sure.” Allowing yourself to open up a little further and trying to ignore the sensations assaulting your perception from the men beside you, the sight of Loki began to shift. A bit like a double exposed photograph, there were two in the same space. The handsome, dark and dangerous man with pale skin and radiant green eyes hovered just above the exotic being with patterned blue skin and red eyes. On his angular features, it was the most alluring thing you’d seen.

“Blue.” You breathed. “Gorgeous.”

“By the Norns.” Thor smiled. “This might work.”

“Speaking of which,” Tony took your hand. “You’ve got to get busy. I’m gonna let you in on the secret.”

You listened, having trouble believing even though you knew he was telling the truth. Today marked a crossroads. One direction led to half of everyone, everywhere, disappearing into nothingness. The other was unknown, but was the one path that may avoid that fate. Tony didn’t tell you details, but long ago you learned to suppress the curiosity when answers would likely gain you nothing and cause other people pain.

“You’re not the same Tony who brought me coffee yesterday, are you?”

“That was a long time ago, kid.”

“Okay.” You took a deep breath. Tried to sort it all out in your head. The last twenty-four hours changed everything. Nothing would ever be the same again. “What do you need me to do?”

“Something is influencing my brother’s mind. We need him to see clear enough to tell the Avengers what is really happening so that we may have hope to battle the true enemy.”

“Avengers?”

Tony rolled his eyes, “Us. You know, the mighty heros.”

“Alright.” You moved towards the door, but stopped when Tony grabbed your arm. “I have to go in there.”

“Then we will stay, as long as we can.” Thor nodded.

Your hands felt numb as you reached for the door. The ridiculous thought that you were thankful you’d worn jeans instead of a summer dress skipped across your mind. You felt stronger in jeans and boots. You entered the room, immediately noticing the window was one way. Loki had been staring directly at you through a mirror.

His chin rose, but his eyes trailed down your body and back up again. The corner of his mouth curved up. “Nice of them to send me such a lovely mortal to entertain me while I wait.”

“My name is Y/N.”

“I don’t care.”

Moving closer to him, cautiously, “I shouldn’t be here.” You felt his interest pique. “But I wasn’t going to let them stop me.”

He lowered himself onto the bench with slow control.

You took a step closer. “I am fascinated by what I see when I look at you.”

“What would that be, little mortal? An opportunity? Do you wish to serve your King?” He purred, deep and seductive.

“I see your brilliance, a life force like I’ve never witnessed.” A wicked grin spread across his face at your words. You now stood just of reach of his bound hands. “But there’s something unnatural clinging to you mind, dimming the shining aura you project. What can I do to rid you of this darkness?”

“Darkness!” Loki hissed viciously, leaning forward. “You know not of darkness, foolish girl.”

“It clings to your mind, flaring like an angry beast as we’ve spoken. While you stared at me through the mirror it was calmer.” You told him. “I can see it. It not you, not from you.”

“You know nothing!” He spat.

“Am I lying?” You made a calculated guess. “You’re the God of Lies. Am I?”

He stood with blinding speed. You couldn’t help the flinch, but didn’t back away. Loki leaned close, tilting his head, examining. The movements were feral, predatory. He smelled of something like cedar and leather. Up close you realized he looked equally beautiful and deadly.

“How?” Loki hissed, and you felt his breath on you cheek.

“I see energies, auras.” You whispered. “I’m an empath, and somehow at times I understand even more.”

Suddenly Loki’s mind smashed into yours. Like rough fingers digging into nerve sensitive flesh, it flashed with pain and you instinctively retreated. You heard his mental laugh. The severity of the situation wouldn’t allow you to back down, though. Knowing you could not fight, you surrendered. Breathing in the pain, you relaxed and opened up on the exhale.

He paused, thrown off guard.

Your eyes locked for a moment, before you closed your eyes and tipped your face closer to his. Again you whispered. “Am I lying?”

Loki’s intrusion felt less brutal, more cautious. He dug through your triumphs, your pain, your loves and your shame. The world as you knew it ended today. There was no point hiding. Your life was small, insignificant, in comparison to everything that happened. Everything that could happen. If Loki needed to see your mind to be convinced, then you would lay yourself bare.

You were lightheaded when he withdrew. Feeling cool fingers on yours, you opened your eyes. Loki’s face no longer held the fury from a moment ago. It’s been replaced with curiosity. “You are a very rare Midgardian. I thought all of your kind died out a thousand years ago.”

“Will you let me help you?” You clasped his fingers. His nostrils flared, the darkness failed around his aura, rabid and angry. “The fury you feel right now, that just happened, it’s not yours. Something happened to you. I just want to help.”

“I am here to subjugate your people.” A tendril of something close to shame broke the fierceness of his voice. “How many died by my hand today?”

“Don’t know. At this moment, I don’t care.” You gave him a sideways grin. “Come on, I’ve shown you mine. Show me yours.”

Loki tried to scowl, but a small genuine grin split his visage. “You’ve seen pain, Y/N. However, such agonies exist in my mind that your mortal body would never survive.”

“Please, Loki.”

“I don’t know what you think you will be able to do.” He trailed off.

“If we fight it together, I can help you identify what action it – whatever it is – takes. Let me help.”

“There are things I know.” He worked his jaw. “Secrets I have.”

“I’m not here to take your secrets. Any that come to me I will keep.” You knew Stark was probably loosing his mind over that statement, but you meant it.

“I do not have the control for what you suggest while these things are on.” Loki turned and looked at the mirror for the first time. “I could tear her mind apart without proper control. My mind is full of very strong defenses.”

The door behind you opened and Loki scowled hard. Thor walked in.

“New look.” Loki scoffed. “Doesn’t suit you.”

“If I remove your bindings, what assurance do I have that you won’t kill her and escape?” Thor frowned.

“Your army of toy soldiers in the hall are not enough?” Loki baited Stark.

“Loki.” You placed a restraining hand upon his arm.

He turned back to his brother. Many unsaid words stretched between them. Somehow, though, you knew they communicated their intentions nonetheless. Eventually, Loki’s eyes softened. “I swear on Mother’s life that I will do everything in my power not to hurt her.”

“And?” Tony rolled his eyes.

“I will not try to escape during this exercise.” Loki smiled devilishly.

“Yeah, well-“ Stark began, but stopped when Thor reached for Loki’s wrists. “Whoa, wait.”

“Loki would never swear against our mother. Never.”

As the bindings came off, Loki rubbed his wrists. “Now get out.”

“Listen, Reindeer Games…”

“Out!”

Thor pulled an anxious Stark from the room. Loki extended his hand in invitation. You accepted and allowed him to lead you back to the bench. Straddling the seat, facing one another, he pulled you close so your knees touched.

“You’re sure about this, little one?”

Every logical thought in your brain knew this was a bad idea, but your instincts knew it was imperative. “Yes.”

Loki’s long elegant fingers cupped your face, intimately as if he were about to kiss you. His skin felt cool against your flushed flesh. His eyes, now relaxed, danced with swinging emotions. You could almost see the battle raging within him.

“You may encounter a mental barrier before I consciously lower it. We may have to start again if that happens. I will do everything I can to resist the urge to lash out. Do not push if I’m fighting.” Loki instructed.

“Go slow. Stay low. Don’t be a threat. Got it.” Your lip twitched.

“Alright.” Loki sighed. “I’ll show you.”

Time lost all meaning as images, emotions, memories and primal urges blew about your mind like debris in a maelstrom. You quickly recognized that your mind saw the true Loki with sharp edges, while the other manifested in your minds-eye like dark gooey slime. The slime tried to latch onto you as you tore it free, but it was slippery and you flung it away. It vanished.

With determination, you mentally tore at the slime, wrenching it free of the pieces of Loki you contacted. Each touch making you feel fearful, disgusted, as it preyed on your own darkest instincts. Loki’s emotions and memories grew stronger as you pushed deeper into the storm. Images of worlds you’d never imagined, languages you didn’t recognize, people you’d never seen, you somehow knew through the connection.

Exhilaration and mischievous glee melded with acute curiosity and joy.

You pluck at one cluster of memory and Loki’s entire being roared. It vibrated painfully through you. The slime pulled, but you did not move, did not let go. The pain and anguish slashed out. You took it. You cried. The pain remained, but the screaming stopped. You mentally pulled the piece to your chest, wiping away the dark gunk bit by tiny bit. Each clean patch shown fresh and raw.

Loki’s voice howled through your mind. You wept and offered what soothing you could.

Horrid images flashed. Torturous burnings, painful cutting spikes, an alien purple face.

Piece by piece you continued. The agony retreated. Other memories came into focus, not all of them bad. Eventually, you could only pluck at the smallest remnants of the darkness that once covered everything. You felt Loki pull back, gently.

As you came back to yourself, you realized you felt Loki’s cool breath upon your neck. You held each other tight, your hands in his hair and his clutching at your back. Your legs wrapped around his waist. Tears, still flowing, poured from your eyes. Loki sighed almost imperceptibly.

You opened your eyes.

Standing there, staring dumbly, were most of the Avengers...including the Tony you knew from your time. The others were gone.

Moments later you were marched into a large, locked down interview room with a proper table and more chairs than it could accommodate.

“These really aren’t necessary, brother.” Loki held his hands out as Thor connected the bindings. “I promise I will sit through your interview as long as (Y/N) remains here.”

You sat in the chair beside him and fought the urge to put your head on his shoulder and nap. Bone deep exhaustion overtook you as soon as you’d pulled free of the connection. “Can we please get on with it?”

“Sure. Fine. I’ll start with the questions.” Tony threw his hands in the air. “What. The. Fuck.”

“I was sitting, seething away in my little cell, when your Soul Seer here wondered in. She said she sensed a malicious presence.” Loki grinned wickedly. “It wasn’t even me.”

“Huh?”

“What?”

“Explain.” Thor leaned closer.

“Hold on.” Natasha put a hand up. “Soul Seer?”

“I see auras, emotions, and other. . . things.” You sighed.

“Her mystical vision that Fury wants his grubby hands on.” Stark muttered.

“There was something tainting him.” You looked at Loki. “It was malignant, feeding off of every negative emotion, every bit of pain. Even when I touched it, I felt the urge to lash out. I’m not certain what it was, but it was strong and self-contained. It reminded me of a parasite.”

“Loki?” Thor dared to have the smallest glimmer of hope in his eyes.

“She’s right. I knew it was there, but - because of it - I didn’t care.” He paused for a long moment. “Thinking clearly now, I know the difference. There’s much we need to discuss.”

“It doesn’t change the fact that you set loose an alien army on the city.” Steve Rogers frowned heavily.

“If Loki was under the control of an unknown entity, then-” Thor began.

“That’s according to just her.” Natasha cut in.

At the same time Tony cut off Thor, “We don’t even know what it is.”

The door opened and another man walked in. You gaped and pointed. “It was like that, just a hundred times worse.”

They all turned to Clint Barton, then slowly turned back to you.

“He has the same ‘stuff’ clinging to him. Only it’s more of a light gray not black, and there’s only traces. On Loki, it was black and invasive. It was-”

“The mind stone.”

“Very good, Banner.” Loki drawled. “I’m amazed you put it together.”

“You were the one turning everyone into meat puppets, Reindeer Games. Let’s not forget that.” Tony growled.

“Who turned the stone on you first?” Thor grabbed his brother’s arm.

Loki’s jaw clenched. He stared hard at the table, silent.

“Loki!” Thor growled.

You placed your hand on his clenched fingers. Slowly they released, instead taking your small hand in both of his. “Thanos.”

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Extra Credit with Author Gerald Stanek

Beaver Falls, NY is where Gerald Stanek was born and raised. He knew since elementary school that writing was his talent and used it to score extra in class. Deciding to do more with his writings than receive extra credit, Gerald published his first book, “The Eighth House,” in 2012. I asked the author a few questions about his journey through the world of writing and publishing and he kindly gave the following answers.

1. What is your earliest memory of writing?

School assignments. I got “extra credit”—a rather meaningless phrase—in 5th grade for writing more stories than required.

2. What inspired you to publish your first book?

I wrote my first book out of boredom. I was thrilled at how easy it was. It didn't get the reaction I expected from friends. I reread it with fresh eyes, and realized it was not well written. I tried to rewrite it for a few years, but decided it wasn't fixable, and tossed it in a dumpster. This was before everyone had a computer, there was only one copy. Unfortunately, I was still bored, so I wrote another. Once they're written, it's hard not to want to publish them.

3. Did you have any fears of publishing before you started?

When I first published, desktop publishing was relatively new. Amazon didn't exist. I had some copies printed at a copy store and bound them myself. I wasn't intending to sell them, so there really wasn't anything to fear. Of course, rejection is a constant fear, even if you're just giving your books away.

4. What were three things your learned about the publishing process?

Self-publishing is easy to do; earning money by it is difficult. I learned not to stock hundreds of copies of your own books. eBooks do not display the same way on every device. The process is always changing, there are always new service providers, new ways to distribute, and new interfaces to learn.

5. What was the most surprising thing your learned in the process?

Everyone and their uncle are doing it, or thinking about doing it, or has already done it.

6. Have you done any unique marketing that other authors can borrow?

I loathe marketing. Over the course of 30 years and 12 books, I have only made a small attempt at it, with my latest book.

7. What is the title of your latest book?

Rosa Mundi

8. What is a brief summary/synopsis of the book?

As a hospice worker, Tanika is accustomed to the unsettling poignancy of death, but when she finds herself at the bedside of visionary self-help guru Orina Baladin, she is changed forever. Tanika gets that “falling up” feeling, and starts seeing things that others don’t see: auras, glowing orbs, the net of light underpinning all things.

Orina’s followers feel like their whole world is dying. Her grandson, biosystem engineer Bennett is taking it especially hard. Some say he’s just grieving, but even his beautiful childhood friend Willow Acharya worries his depression is so severe he is losing touch with reality.

Tanika sees something more in Bennett’s quite manner, and he seems to see something in her.

Before she passes Orina gives Bennett a centuries-old journal and whispers something in his ear about “the crossing” and “the river.” Despite his father’s protests he sets off on a mountain road trip to fulfill her dying wish. Tanika goes along, to keep him grounded.

Then a shaman appears from beyond the veil. The journal gives up its secrets. Tanika sees things she could never have imagined, and finds herself in possession of an ancient navigational instrument, and a plan to populate a new world with a new species, Homo Spiritus.

Will Willow and the others keep them from finding the place of conjunction in time?

Rosa Mundi is a hopeful meditation on the nature of reality, consciousness, and existence.

9. What inspired/encouraged you to write and publish the book?

Even though I started writing out of boredom, by the time I got to Rosa Mundi, I felt an obligation to impart what little wisdom I have gained in this life.

10. What did you enjoy most about writing this book?

Incorporating multiple time periods, something I had not attempted before.

11. What part of the writing/publishing process did you enjoy the least?

Marketing. Rosa Mundi is a book worthy of promotion, but I find it very difficult to discuss my work, or distill a novel down to a 30 second 'elevator pitch'.

12. Are you working on another book at the moment?

Not at the moment.

13. Where can your future fans follow you on social media?

https://www.facebook.com/Gerald-R-Stanek-199064106804897

14. Do you have a website?

https://www.amazon.com/Gerald-R.-Stanek/e/B001K8ZJF2

https://www.lulu.com/spotlight/GeraldRStanek

15. With the knowledge you have now as a published writer, what advice would you give your 18-year-old self?

Try to figure out what you're trying to say before you start writing. Become more conscious of both your own intentions, and the needs of the reader. Take some classes, get more feedback. Maybe take up knitting instead.

16. What advice would you give a novice writer looking to publish their first book?

Read it aloud to a friend. Hire an editor. If you can't afford an editor, let it sit for at least 6 months and read it fresh before releasing it. Print it out, don't just read it on screen. Don't be afraid to make changes.

17. Which author would you like to take a plane ride with and to what location?

Iris Murdoch. Maybe to Japan, to walk the Shikoku temple pilgrimage.

Hopefully you were able to get a glimpse of Author Gerald Stanek journey. If you are a reader, I hope you take the time to take a ride on one of his journeys (books). And if you are an unpublished writer, I hope his story and advice encourages you to take your own writing and publishing journey. And if you are neither, understand, “everyone is a reader, not everyone has found their favorite book yet (unknown).” To those who say they are not a reader, I hope, by faith, you get Rosa Mundi, to see if maybe you found your favorite.

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I Found - Chapter 18

Warnings: none really

Tagging: @alievans007 @c-a-v-a-l-r-y @hemmyworthy

They take advantage of a mix up at shift change and sneak out of the house. Unseen by the guards who were gathered in the kitchen arguing about placements and switching schedules and by Tyler who'd been holed up in Mahajan Senior's office for a half an hour, getting briefings from Nik and the others who had remained behind in Australia. Ovi had been reluctant; the unknown threat still lingering out there somewhere, and although quiet and motionless for the last three days, could strike at any moment. Without Tyler by his side he was nervous, on edge, and hated the idea of leaving the sanctity of the walls surrounding him.

“We're not going far,” Esme had assured him, as she'd shoved her feet into a pair of flip flops. It had felt as if there was someone else saying those words and she was powerless to stop them as they poured from her lips. A year ago she would have been cautious. The very real dangers of the job keeping her hunkered down and expecting the unexpected. Always on high alert, ready to defend herself and those in her care. But she'd grown tired of being stuck in that enormous house; with nothing to do fret about but the future and wonder when Jason's text from Dhaka would arrive.

“Out the door is too far,” he'd nervously retorted.

“Just a couple of blocks. Just for some fresh air. Hurry up. Get your shoes on.”

“This is a bad idea,” they'd been in the front foyer, whispering, as if plotting the 'great escape'. “We can go into the courtyard for fresh air. Or for a swim.”

“Put your shoes on. It's fine. Just a couple blocks. I promise. And we can talk without your father's people hearing us. About Colorado.”

It was those final two words that had him complying, muttering worries about getting into trouble and he slid into a pair of sneakers.

“You need to relax,” Esme says now, as they stroll side by side, Ovi pushing the baby in her stroller. “Things have been quiet. You haven't received any letters or pictures and no one has been calling the house. They won't escalate into anything worse right now. It's probably going to take them a while to figure out where to go next. The stakes have been raised. They probably aren't smart enough to figure out their next move.”

“I hope so,” he sighs, looking over his shoulder. The fourth time in less than a block. “I shouldn't have let you talk me into this.”

“It's a walk, Ovi. We're only going a couple of blocks. To that park you mentioned. Then we'll turn around and go home.”

“A lot can happen in two blocks.”

She grins. “You're starting to sound like Tyler.”

“That's not a bad thing. He's very smart. And very strong. And brave. I wish I could be even a little bit brave like that.”

“You're a lot stronger and braver than you think. You're not the same kid you were when we met you a year ago. You went through a lot. Things that no kid should ever have to see. A lot of people would have cracked. I've seen adults crack under less pressure. You've got a good head on your shoulders, Ovi.. You're more like Tyler than you realize.”

He smiles at that. A broad, brilliant grin that lights up his entire face. To him it's a huge honour; being compared to the man that he idolizes.

“Will we get in trouble?” he asks. “When they find out we're gone? Will Tyler be mad?”

“We'll be back home before anyone even realizes that we're gone. Relax, okay? Isn't it beautiful out right now? I love when the humidity breaks. When there's a bit of breeze in the air and everything isn't so still. When everything is...” her voice trails away, hands shoving into the pockets of her hoodie, eyes narrowing.

“What it is?” she can hear the panic in his voice. “What's wrong?”

She waits, eyes following a black sedan as it slowly passes them. Watching over her shoulder as it continues down the street and hangs a left.

“Nothing,” she shoots him a reassuring smile, and hooks her arm through one of his as they continue on their stroll. “Sometimes I think I hear or see things. You can take the girl out of the job, but not the job out of the girl, I guess. So Colorado? Tyler talked to you about it?”

“After school today. I was honoured. That you guys would want me as part of your family.”

“You already are part of our family. Just because we were thousands of miles away, didn't mean that you weren't always with us. It's meant a lot to Tyler, you know. That you've kept in touch with him.”

“Why wouldn't I? He rescued me. He killed those guys in the apartment so he could get me out of there. He went through a lot to get me home. When things went bad, he could have just left me in the street like your boss told him to. But he didn't. He didn't care there was no money. He still didn't abandon me. Sometimes I wonder why he did that. Why he didn't leave me. It would have been easier on him if he did.”

“There's a lot of layers to Tyler,” she reasons. “And he doesn't let many people see them. You're one of the fortunate ones. He doesn't worry about being transparent with you. And that's something he's struggled with his entire life.”

“Because of his family? He told me. About his dad.”

“His dad. A failed first marriage. His son. Other mistakes he'd made that he hates himself for. He cares about you, Ovi. He doesn't get personally involved with the people he helps. He sees them as a pay check and nothing more. You're different. He was looking for absolution, and you were the one that gave it to him.”

“Absolution? For his son?”

“He carries a lot of guilt over the choice he made. He hides it well. But it's there. And some days it is merciless. He's a good man, Ovi. A good man that made bad choices. And you were the chance to make a right choice. A chance to do something good after all the bad. In many ways, you rescued him.”

“Really?” tears sparkle in his eyes, the words humbling. It was overwhelming enough to know that someone had sacrificed themselves, that they very nearly died for you.

“Don't ever doubt the impact that you have on his life. On both of our lives. It's enormous. Why else would we ask you to come with us? We want you to have a life, Ovi. A real life. In a house where people love you and want what's best for you. That's all we want. But it's what you want that matters. I know how hard it is to leave home. Even if things aren't the best. Home is home, you know?”

He nods.

“We can't give you what you have now. But we can give you a roof over your head and food in your belly and clothes on your back. And love. We can give you love.”

“It sounds like paradise,” he breathes, and she smiles and now wraps both arms around his one. “What is it like?” he asks. “Colorado? Is it cold? Does it snow all the time? Tyler says it doesn't, but...”

“We have normal seasons like everyone else. Spring, winter, summer, fall. It tends to stay colder for longer and the snow does linger well into mid to late April sometimes. But it's beautiful. The town where I'm from, where we are thinking of going to, is small and quaint. The type where everyone knows each other and they talk in the street instead of avoiding eye contact. We don't even have a proper grocery store. You have to go into one of the bigger towns for that. But we do have a corner store and a butcher and a really nice cafe. It's my parents'. My mom's baby since she retired. Well, other than riding her Harley and visiting Graceland.”

His eyes widen. “Your mom has a motorcycle? Does she wear leather? And have tattoos?”

“Well she does have a leather jacket and pants. But no tattoos. She could have one now though. I haven't been home in a long time. I think you'd like it there. It's quiet and cute and people are friendly and there's none of the bullshit that comes with bigger places. It comes with its own bullshit, but nothing serious. Maybe a neighbour snooping through mail or complaining about the colour someone used to paint their fence. But that's about it.”

“It sounds nice. I would very much like to go there.”

“It's one of the options. Tyler really wants to go there. He seems to have his heart set on it.”

'But you don't?”

“I don't know,” she admits, and issues a heavy sigh. “I don't know if that's where I'm meant to be any more. He thinks that's where I should be. That I need to reconnect with my family. With my roots. And that they deserve to have Amelia in their lives. And I get that. I understand his reasoning. He feels that I gave up everything for him. Which I did. But I think he thinks that I did it out of some feeling of obligation. That I did it because he didn't have anyone else who would.”

“So why did you? Do it? Stay in Australia when your whole life is somewhere else?”

“Because I was in love with him. Because I wanted to have a future with him. Or at least try and have a future with him. Our plan after Dhaka was to travel together. He was going to come to Colorado and spend some time there and then we were just going to pack up and see where things took us. Just spend time really getting to know one another. Not just the getting to know each other that we did in Dhaka. There was some emotional connection but it was purely physical for the most part. And we both wanted more than that. We both wanted to see if we'd work outside of the job. If we'd click.”

“And you did. Click.”

“Maybe not right away because of the situation, but yeah. We did. And it was a pleasant surprise and it was a relief knowing that it wasn't just some passing thing. And then we found out we were having a baby and that was quite the surprise. But we adapted. We always do.”

“Well I'm glad,” Ovi says. “That you clicked. I could tell you know. In that warehouse. That you weren't just friends. It was the way he looked at you. The way his whole voice changed when he talked to you. It's the same way now.”

“He's the love of my life,” she readily admits. “I was married before. I thought that was the person I'd spend the rest of my life with. And things started out great. They really did. But the corps changed him. Especially when he got a promotion. He became a different person. A horrible person. So I had to walk away. From him and the corps. I told myself I'd never get married again. That I'd never make the same mistake of giving my heart to someone. And...well...here I am. Someone's wife. Someone's mother.”

“I truly think that everything in life serves a purpose,” Ovi muses. “That things always happen for a reason, If your first husband didn't turn out bad, you wouldn't have left the Marines and gotten your other job. And if you hadn't have gotten the other job, you would have never met Tyler. And with no Tyler, there's no Amelia. And it's a good thing that she's here. I love her. It's like having a baby sister. Even if we're not wrapped in the same colour packaging.”

“She's a baby. None of that matters to her. Or us. And we'd be honoured if you would come with us. Like I said, we can't give you a lot and we can't...”

Her voice once again trails off. Watching as the black sedan passes them. This time slowing down and nearly coming to a stop at the curb only a few feet away. Two occupants. Indian. A male driver and a female passenger. No discretion as they observe them.

“Do you have your phone?” Esme asks, voice low.

“No. It's charging. I left it at the house. You didn't bring yours?”

“Shit! I forgot it in the office. Tyler was in there with Nik and the others on conference call and I didn't want to disturb them. Shit...okay...”

Think, Esme. Think. This isn't as hard as you're making it. You've been in situations like this numerous times. Having to rely on your instincts and minimal materials to work with.

Damn mom brain!

“Is there another way back to your place?” she inquires.

“Just through the park,” he's starting to panic. Eyes wide with terror. Sweat beading on his brow and his upper lip. His entire body visibly trembling.

“Okay, just calm down. It could be nothing. Just try and relax. Don't panic. So we go through the park?”

“If we cut through there we get to the next street over. There's an alley. It passes by the back of my house.”

“How far? How far is it through the park and to the other street? Are there any other roads that lead that way? Think Ovi. I need you to think. I need you to help me out here.”

“No other roads. Two blocks. Maybe three.”

Shit. A lot further than she'd expected.

“That's what we'll do,” she decides, and tightens the hold on his arm. “Let's go. Walk. Don't run. Just walk like everything is fine. If you freak out, they know they have you. It drives them. Gives them power. Gives them confidence to amp things up. So just stay calm and breathe. Look at me, Ovi. Look at me.”

He obeys.

“Do you trust me?”

He nods, a spark of confidence in his eyes.

“Good,” she tugs on his arm to get him moving. “Let's go.”

***

Calm has settled in by the time they reach the alley. The car was unable to follow them through the park, and with no other roads to use aside from the ones that boarded each side of the Mahajan home, it had slowed them down considerably. She was unsure if there was ever actually a threat or if it had just been an average couple out for a twilight drivel, curious about the mismatched couple on the sidewalk.

But it had felt real. Threatening. And even if her instincts were wrong and she took things too seriously, it was better to have nothing happen than the worst happen.

But now there's another dilemma.

“Shit! Fuck!” she curses, when she reaches through the wrought iron gate to unlock it. Only to find a large, heavy padlock fastened securely to the hinge. “Are you serious right now?”

Ovi looks sheepish. Apologetic. “I forgot to to tell you it was locked.”

“Well there's no way we are going back down the alley, looping back around, and going to the front of the house. That's too much time for someone to see us and make their move. If there's actually any move to make.”

She places her hands on her hips, surveying the gaps in the gate. Way too narrow for either her or Ovi to slip through. A brick wall bordering the backyard. At least six feet. High enough to keep away nosy eyes and most predators.

“Have you ever climbed this wall?” she asks. “What's on the other side?”

“Just gardens. Flowers. Some roses. Nothing else.”

“So I'm not going to land on something that's going to kill me, right? I'm trusting you here. Don't throw me to the wolves”

“Nothing that could hurt you. No. What...?”

She kicks of her flip flops. “Kneel down. Put your hands together like this...” she locks her fingers together, palms up. “...you're going to help get me up there.”

“Esme...I don't know...I...”

“Just do it,” she snaps. “Work with me here. I'm lighter. I can get up there better. I wouldn't be able to push you up. Ready...”

“I don't know. I think...”

“Kneel down and get your hands together. Now. The longer you wait, the better chance they have of catching up. Come on, kid. We don't have all night.”

He reluctantly drops to one knee and laces his fingers together. Waiting until she has her foot firmly planted in his palms before slowly standing, effectively helping her scale the brick.

The rough material bites and digs into her bare skin with each movement. Exhaling sharply with her hands lose their grip and she slips; painfully scraping both legs from the knees to the tops of her feet. But she makes it; straddling the wall with one leg on either side of it, cleaning dirt and blood from the palms of her hands and fingers on the thighs of her shorts.

“Where's the key?” she asks. “Somewhere I can find it on my own?”

“In the kitchen. The cupboard by the patio door.”

“Wait here,” she commands. “Stay here with the baby. Don't move an inch. Got it?”

He opens his mouth to speak but she's gone. Making the drop from the top of the fence and into the garden.

“Sonofabitch!” she hisses, when she lands directly into a rose bush. The thorns immediately tearing clothing, puncturing clothing. “It is all roses, Ovi! What the hell?!”

“Sorry,” comes the sheepish reply. “Are you okay?”

“I've had worse. Now stay there and keep your eyes open. Got it?”

“Got it.”

She hurries for the house. The soles of her feet burning from the friction caused by the bricks. Clothing ripped from the contact with the thorns. The skin on her legs and palms scrapped; small trickles of blood sliding down the skin. There's no one in the kitchen; the house quiet. And she's able to slip through the patio door and snag the key from the drawer just before she hears two of the guards speaking and their footsteps in the hallway.

Palming the key, she slips through the patio door and closes it quietly behind her as to not attract any attention. Then rushes back to where Ovi is waiting at the gate. Wide eyed and panicky yet again.

“They were here!” he cries, as she fumbles with the key and finally gets the heavy lock open. “They sat the end of the alley. Just watching me.”

“Everything's fine now,” she assures him, and pushes the gate open to allow him and the baby entrance. “We're home. Safe and sound.”

He frowns, regarding her from head to toe. “You're bleeding.”

“I just fell into the rose bush from hell. Let's go,” she grabs him by the upper arm and pulls him into the backyard. Quietly shutting the gate and locking it back up.

He finally lets out a shaky sigh of relief. Close to tears. Sweating profusely.

“We are never doing that again”

****

“That was really fucking stupid,” Tyler fumes an hour later as he paces the master bedroom, watching as his wife sits in the window seat, using peroxide and cotton balls to clean the wounds on her legs. “Like really fucking stupid. Epically fucking stupid.”

Incensed doesn't even begin to properly describe what he feels. The panic that had set in when she'd casually wandered into the office announcing that there'd been an 'issue'; clothing torn and dirty, blood streaking her legs and the palms of her hands. Some smeared across her forehead. Hair dishevelled, mud and grass covering nearly every inch of her. When it became apparent that she wasn't seriously injured yet more embarrassed and ashamed that she couldn't hide her escape from the house, he'd lost it.

“I have to go,” he'd said into the phone, voice low and menacing.

A tone that means trouble.

The fight that ensued was epic. Almost surpassing the one they'd had in Dhaka a year ago. The one that had ended up with them in bed together, naked and spent. This battle had been mostly one sided. Esme choosing to keep her mouth shut when she realized that her feeble excuses and her explanations and her 'everything turned out fine' was only making the situation worse. His temper was legendary. It took a while for him to explode but when he did...well it wasn't pretty.

“Which part?” she asks now. “The one where I snuck out of the house or when I scaled the brick wall? Because that was actually quiet impressive.”

“Do you think this is a joke? That this is some kind of game? What the hell is wrong with you?”

“We just went for a walk. I didn't think there would be anything to worry about.”

“There's always something to worry about on the job. Always someone to worry about. You fucking know that. I don't understand how you, of all people, could be so bloody stupid. You were in the job. You know the things that can happen. Yet you still went out there. You still dragged Ovi along with you. And believe me, I'll be on his ass next. The fact he actually let you talk him into this shit.”

“He's just a kid. Leave him alone. I shouldn't have pushed him into it like I did. He's just trying to make everyone happy.”

“I can't even believe we're having this conversation. That you would do something like this. You don't go off by yourself. Ever.” Shades of the conversation in that hotel room a year ago. When he'd been furious that she'd slipped away in the market and he couldn't find her. “What is wrong with you? You have some kind of death wish?”

“Oh that's rich coming from you, Tyler. When I met you, you were the one taking jobs in hopes they'd kill you. So let's not go there.”

His eyes narrow. Fists clenching at his sides. Jaw tight. “You really did not say that.”

“When we met you were just about ready to put a gun to your head. Remember? You were the one that was hoping something...or someone...would take you out. And you accuse me of having a death wish?”

“That was a long time ago. Before I met you. Before I had a reason to not do it. Maybe you don't want to stick around for me, but we have a kid. She needs you. She needs her mother. And you even drag her off on your bullshit! Our fucking kid! If you want to kill yourself, go ahead. But don't take her with you. What the hell is wrong with you?”

She doesn't respond. Tears threatening as she tends to the wounds of her calves and shins.

Sighing, he plops down onto the edge of the bed and rakes his hands through his hair. Then sits with his elbows on his knees, face in his palms. Trying desperately to calm himself down. And when he hears her sniffling, he removes his face from his hands and looks over. Frowning at the side of those huge, silent tears that slip down her dirty cheeks.

His knees crack as he stands, approaching slowly, carefully. Then crouches down in front of her and reaches for the bottle of peroxide and some fresh cotton balls. She tries to slap his hands away, relenting when he glares up at her.

“I'm sorry,” he says, as he soaks a cotton ball with peroxide and begins cleaning the wounds. Large, strong hands surprisingly tender. “I shouldn't have said some of those things. I didn't mean for it to sound like I wouldn't care if you killed yourself or that it wouldn't matter if you were around or not. Because it matters. It matters a hell of a lot.”

“I know,” she sniffles, and uses the back of her hand to clear away the tears. Effectively smudging the dirt and grim even more.

“I just can't believe you would do something like that. You of all people. You're usually so much smarter than that, Esme. What the fuck? What is going on with you?”

She pushes a hand through his hair, fingers gripping the longer strands, pulling at them and forcing him to look up at her. Those dark eyes searching his, burrowing to his very soul.

“I think I'm pregnant.”

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