#will take me four days to watch it no i WONT start it right now i am trying not to start it right now

[j4keluver]

is it okay for me to say i love you?

↷boyfriend! jake x reader ⋯ ♡ᵎ

⇢˚⋆ ✎ pure fluff for my readers who love some soft moments <3 i’ve been gone for so long since college has kicked my ASS😭 but i’m slowly coming back

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .*

jake sim never overthought his charm or his flirty ways with girls. he was a natural with women while his best friend, on the other hand, park sunghoon, couldn’t even make eye contact with a girl. sunghoon was busy blasting music in his airpods that were higher than the recommended volume and jake was busy chatting it up with his girl who’s a “friend” ("you don’t just casually make out with someone you call a friend” hoon) that was before he started dating you.

jake had taken a notice in you way before you even glanced his way. park sunghoon had dragged him to the baskeball game since their friend, heeseung, was playing. jake wasn’t a big fan of overcrowded place, more or so, a place that was filled with sweaty teens, painted in bright colors.

but there you were. 

you were part of the cheerleading team. jake mostly avoided the cheerleading team like the plague since they mostly kept to their “own people” and the jocks and only cared about shaking their pompoms obnoxiously in the air but you were different in his eyes.

your radient smile and positive aura caught his eye from the get go. he knew he was attracted to you but he gave up any chance to talk to you, seeing you give the basketball team side hugs and disappearing in the midst to their celebratory dinner.

the next time he saw you, you were putting up new posters for the bulletin board, a job that was the responsibility of the student council club. “a cheerleader and on student council?” he was standing at his locker, admiring you. as you placed a tact on the poster, the rest of the papers had managed to slip out of your grasp. you curse to yourself, trying to hurrily grab them.

without a second thought, jake jumped in to save the day, thinking this would be the only chance to talk to you. but that in fact, was not the last time you guys had talked.

you guys have now been dating for 4 months and park sunghoon is sick and tired of the both of you. correction; jake.

he was happy that jake had found somebody while he struggles to muster up the courage to look in his crushes eyes for more than three seconds (“you know she’s not medusa right? she wont turn you to stone if you look to her too long? “ jake), but he couldn’t take jake’s relationship “problems.” hoon was not fit to be a relationship therapist when he needed to seek an actual therapist.

“do you think it’s too early to say i love you?” jake ask and hoon groans, over exaggerating his actions and bumping his head against the locker.

“jake, you’ve been dating for four months. if you feel like it’s the right time to say i love you, say it. if not, don’t say it. logic,” hoon answers.

“hoon you’re my best friend for a reason. you’re supposed to give me advice cause you know i can’t decide for myself.” jake whines. hoon just shakes his head and walks to his next class, leaving a frustrated jake trailing behind him.

the next date you have, you are cuddling at jake’s dorm , watching a rom com on the TV. your head is on his chest while his arm is around your waist.

“hey y/n” you hum a response of “hmm” but before jake could continue what he was going to say, your phone buzzes.

glancing over the message, your eyes widen before you jump out of you seat and quickly hurrying to the door. flustered, jake follows behind you, questioning your sudden movements before you messily explain your best friends break up story. “i will be back, i just have to pick her up from that jerks house”

you quickly slip your shoes on. you cup jake’s face and give him a chaste kiss before muttering an “i love you” and running out the door.

did he hear you right? did you just say i love you to him? jake is dumbstruck in place with a lovestruck smile on his face. looks like he had nothing to worry about. (“fucking finally. this is why i like y/n more than you, she’s USES LOGIC” hoon)

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen reactions #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #jake sim #jake sim x reader

[the-moon-files]

Linked Universe / GN!Reader - Random Headcanons abt the Chain :)

Part 1 (ur here!) / Part 2 / Part 3

Sun: Gender Neutral! Reader (you/they/them), Guide Reader

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

Stars: First, Sky, Four, Legend

Comets & Meteors: Content: None Known & Triggers: None Known.

U have a lot of Nicknames: Guide, Hero's Guide, Prince, Princey, Star, (more to be added?).

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First (Manga!Link):

Has "too good" of posture lol

It makes his back stiff and by the time he's in his bedroll he's confused about why it feels better, silly silly man

Just in general tenses his muscles too often, so whenever u offer to massage him, he nearly crumbles on the spot

(the others know exactly how amazing ur massages are, and are fully staring at him in jealousy lol)

Gets little rips and tears in his clothing all the time somehow??

Even tho he wont have a scratch acc on him after hours of battle???

mans could be flying around Skyloft with only clouds touching him and come back pouting telling you he ripped his scarf again :'(

Likes to be slightly in front of you most of the time, especially in new places/other Links' Hyrules

It just makes him feel better knowing he's both protecting you, and that you're watching his back

(Most Links feel at their best/most confident when your voice can be heard just over their shoulder, not that they don't love seeing ur face now too)

Sky (Skyward Sword Link):

Is slowly making everyone he knows a collection of wooden figurines

He usually carves when he's bored or stressed

so needless to say this mission of the Shadow (slow going, stressful at times like Twi getting hurt)

Has made him give u an army of little wooden figures (everyone else gets a small collection bc ur the first he gives one to)

Did i say give? Excuse me, i meant:

sneaks them as a little surprise into your belongings or clothing or other personal effects

This started bc after a week or two of him giving you wooden things you tried to reroute him to other ppl,

so Sky just made it his mission to see how many he can sneak instead onto you on any given day lmao

(Also he may or may not have daydreamed abt being able to carve u things and actually physically give them to you on his adventure before, so he's taking advantage of being able to now)

Has luscious hair at all times, little to no effort, Wars is so pissed abt it lol

Mf responded when asked what products he used (by poor Wars too) with, "wym?? With water??? And soap????"

Never ties his boot laces

You will all be gearing up for battle and go to stalk and stealth kill monsters and right before u get up on them u always have to look over at Sky's shoes and whisper at him to tie them

Is the most likely to plant face first into the ground or trip and fall on his ass from shoes untying

He just didnt need to with being in the clouds on his Loftwing all the time back on Skyloft and so he never rlly adapted to that even on the surface lol

He's also just miserable at doing a decent knot so you've taken to teaching him repeatedly how to tie them-

why didnt the knight academy help with this at all actually??

(Wind makes fun of him be hes a sailor and knows like 10+ knots)

Four (Four Swords/Minish Cap Link):

Loses his tools constantly

Well not really "lose" so much as "slightly misplace"

It drives him crazy, the Minish used to help him with it back in his Hyrule so he got out of the habit of putting things back where they belong

You've gotten to the point where you'll glance over wherever he's working so the next time he comes up to u complaining abt a lost hammer or smth u immediately just "should be over by the fire"

And ur right, 99.9% of the time its so funny

Bc Four's all like "wtf ive moved around so much since then i took all the other tools with me- MF. U WERE RIGHT."

Is rlly good at like color matching, comes in handy for new outfits

Also has aches and pains like in his hands and arms mostly

Bc of all the forge work, and absolutely treasures any massages u offer him

Likes to wear matching jewelry with you! Like earrings or piercings or necklaces etc

Also has good taste in jewelry and what looks good on everyone + you

Legend (Link to the Past, Link's Awakening etc):

Unfortunately the type of person to just shove things in his bag willy nilly

Its the horder tendencies, he just has a lot of stuffs so he gave up trying to organize it

Actually really good at styling hair, Legend would absolutely lie abt it if u asked but he can spend as much time on his hair as Warrior

Likes to experiment with new clothes, like skirts or bright colors, esp if they match some of his clothes already

U ran by some makeup one time in another Hyrule and he knew how to use it rlly well??

Lies abt random skills he has, or like thinks skills he already has can translate well,

like he's rode a horse before wym he can't drive Wild's motorcycle??

Or fly a Loftwing???

Well now its a challenge

Tbh most competitive over stupid things randomly out of all the Links besides Wild, Wind, Wars, and occasionally Hyrule + Sky + Time

Got challenged to try and go shield surfing with u once and thought that horse-riding skill would transfer and it did in fact Not.

Actually kinda scared the other Links watching u two spin out and crash ngl, what with doing an accidental backflip? Midair??

but u both were okay somehow???

Also weirdly lucky, u stg he's got some sort of ring or blessing for that

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IT ACCIDENTALLY POSTED I FUCKING HATE TUMBLR ITS DONE THIS TO ME MULTIPLE TIMES NOW 😭😭

All the Links WOULD HAVE been here if it werent for fucking tumblr

Ill post more parts soon if anyone is interested

Peace out,

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#male reader #botw link x reader #loz link x reader #link x reader #linked universe x reader #lu x reader #lu x male reader #lu x masc reader #lu sky x reader #lu first x reader #lu legend x reader #lu four x reader

[crowdedimagines]

Roadkill - Aaron Hotchner Imagine

Based around the season 4 episode 23 titled Roadkill! I am going through a rewatch right now and just watched this one!! Also I am trying to stick to the storyline of the episode, but obviously things will be a little different in how they play out 🤩 3.6K

"How do you feel about Oregon?" JJ asks immediately after I pick up on the third ring.

"I have a feeling I would like Oregon a lot more when it isn't 3:00a.m." I tease, sitting up in bed, already knowing whatever she's calling for is going to be bad enough to to call us in this early.

"Can you be in to the office to brief in an hour? Wheels are up around 4:30."

"I'll be there!"

We both get off the phone so we can pack our go bags and get the day started, although earlier for both of us then intended. I manage to take a fast shower by the time I get out my phone is ringing again, this time it's unit leader Aaron Hotchner.

"I assume you've been informed that we have a case and we're meeting shortly." Hotch has his stern, yet tired voice on.

"Yep, showered squeaky clean. I just need some coffee and I will be on my way!" I smile, wringing out the moisture that's still in my hair and put the phone on speaker to set it down on the bathroom counter.

"I actually just made too much, I'm on my way in now. I could bring you coffee." He offers.

I pause in my actions, surprised by the offer. Although I would've been a lot more shocked a couple weeks ago. When I started with the team Hotch was going through a divorce, but in recent weeks there's been a shift in our dynamic and I'm not sure I'm dreaming it up. It all started a couple weeks back when I dropped off some baked goods after a rare long weekend away from work for him and Jack since it was his weekend to have him. They invited me to stay and I spent the rest of the afternoon with the boys. By the end of the night I was calling him by his first name instead of 'Hotch' which was a new development. Ever since it's been small gestures and looks that tell me something is different.

I've been a part of the BAU for a couple years, growing in confidence and skill the more cases I get under my belt. I spent four years in the military as a designated marksman before continuing my training with the FBI, which lead me to the Counterterrorism Division, and then to the BAU.

"That sounds great actually." I grin. Bringing me coffee to work is another new thing. Aaron has been chattier, smiling more, but coffee is a new ball park.

"Alright, I will be in around twenty. Drive safe."

I mutter back a "you too" before we both hang up. As I make my way into the office I'm the first to reach the bullpen, I came a little early once I knew Aaron was going to be in. A traveling mug is sitting on my desk and I take a long sip. It's still hot, and it's exactly how I always make it. It's also the traveling mug he almost always can be seen with. I set my bag down by my desk before climbing up the stairs to Aaron's office.

"Good morning." I knock lightly on his open door, "Thank you for this. It's perfect."

He looks up from the folder in front of him and the frown leaves his face.

"I'm glad."

I take a seat in one of the chairs across from his desk. It'll be fifteen minutes before the rest of the team joins us. Hotch begins to fill me in on some of the details without going too much into it. We still have to brief as a team.

"I don't think I've ever heard of a vehicle being used as the weapon." I surmise.

"It's highly rare. I've never seen a case likely this first hand." Aaron admits and we discuss a few more aspects of the case.

Eventually the rest of the team trickles in and after some light conversation I go back to my desk. Garcia comes in stomping directly to my desk.

"What's up?" I ask.

"Kevin is looking into a working a secret job and I wont even know where he'll be!" She gushes.

"Slow down, he what?" I spin around in my chair. Garcia fills me in on the details of the job and exactly what he had said to her. The worry on her face is permanent.

"Don't worry yet. He hasn't gotten the job, and if he's offered, you don't even know if he'll take it! Lets just wait to worry once we have something to worry about."

Penelope nods agreeing with my words before moving onto Morgan's desk to do the same and I smile and shake my head. JJ pulls us all into the conference room.

"An unsub that kills with his car." Emily states, "I haven't seen that before."

"Neither have the police in Bend, Oregon." JJ replies, displaying pictures on the screen in front of us.

"Two victims in the last twelve days." Hotch adds, "First was hit on a morning jog and the second was a woman stranded after her car broke down."

"Both female victims, but completely different age groups." I speak up, "The first victim was 23 and the second was 43."

"Maybe they aren't connected." Morgan thinks out loud.

JJ pulls up more pictures and explains that both victims were backed over after they were hit. No chance of accident and the same tread marks at both scenes.

"With where these wounds are, the worst of the blow is high on the bodies." I comment looking through the file, "It has to be a truck or SUV to match these wound patterns."

"See if Garcia can follow that. Try tracking makes and models." Aaron directs.

"There should be significant front end damage to the vehicle." Spencer chimes in.

"Unless our unsub is smart enough and skilled enough to cover his tracks." I begin, "Somehow I don't think it'll be as easy as finding a damaged truck."

It's a five hour flight from DC all the way to Bend but thankfully it gives us all the opportunity to rest up again. By the time we land we can go straight to the police station.

"I think it's safe to say our unsub is male." I read over the case file, thinking out loud with Aaron. This is something new too, we often brainstorm together and work well to get the other thinking outside the box.

"I agree." Hotch nods, "Given what we know about aggressive driving and road rage."

"And the fact that men have an unnatural bond with their cars." Emily laughs. JJ chimes in to agree, which turns into Morgan disagreeing before Rossi is also adding to it.

"I think he has to be overcompensating. Why else have a need for a truck that big." I guess.

"Possibly." Spencer comments, "If the unsub is physically defective the car not only gives the power and control he otherwise lacks, but it also serves as a shield."

"A way for him to avoid physical contact?" Hotch asks.

"He wants power and control of his victims." Prentiss shutters, "Female victims. It almost reads like an assault profile."

"I wanna know why he isn't getting personal with it then. If this is how he assaults women, what if there's something that prevents him from going a more traditional route. It's possible he's disabled." I suggest.

Hotch tells Garcia to look into it to see if anything recent could be a trigger and to look at the people surrounding the victims. Morgan and Rossi head to the highway to get a feel for it and see what they can get from it from the second victim's scene. Hotch and I head to where the jogger was hit.

"Not a lot of people jog here. It's a physically demanding hike." The sheriff informs gesturing to the trail.

"Well, she was a triathlete." I remind.

"The assailant drove behind her and ran her down right here." The sheriff walks us in to where the red stained gravel remains.

"She was jogging alone? Any woman would know if a car was following her up the trail. Her intuition would've been driving her crazy. She would get off the trail or call for help."

"What if he was already here waiting." Hotch agrees, taking in the scene, "What if she was the reason he was here and it wasn't random. He was waiting for her specifically."

"That would mean we underestimated him. It wasn't a random attack, it was planned and vindictive.

The team meets back at the station to go over what we've discovered. The second victim's husband comes in and recalls seeing a large black truck parked by their house giving us something. This confirms that he's targeting and stalking specific individuals.

"Ready be done for the night?" Aaron asks, he peeks his head into the conference room that only I occupy at this point. The rest of the team has already gone to the hotel to call it a night, but Aaron was still talking with the husband and I was just pouring over people in the area that raised some of Garcia's flags based on what we know so far.

"I suppose." I close the file I had been reading and rub at my eyes.

"It'll still be there tomorrow." He reminds.

"I know, the sooner the better though." That's something I don't need to remind him on. We both know it all too well. With an unsub this aggressive we know he isn't stopping anytime soon.

The drive to the hotel is short and comfortably quiet. Neither Aaron or myself have the energy to discuss anything as we're going on a fifteen hour day.

"Goodnight, Y/n." Aaron carried my bag in from the car to the foot of my bed in my room, even with multiple reassurances that I could carry it just fine. I give him a soft knowing smile before he leaves for his own room.

The next morning it's discovered that the unsub sabotaged the second victims car in order to strand them. He's very focused and well planned.

"We need to figure out why he's picking these women." Hotch states, "What makes them a target and links them together."

"Road rage, maybe they cut him off at some point?" I question, "Also how does he have the time to stalking these women to know their routines, sabotage a car, park and wait."

"Roughly eight percent of the United States is unemployed." Reid rattles off.

"Including someone who could be disabled and lives off of a pension." I remind from my earlier guess."

"Have Garcia look into it." Hotch states before walking away and I smile.

"Pretty girl is on top of it this case." Morgan teases with a smirk.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I roll my eyes.

"Maybe it's something to do with her getting the case early and going over it with Hotch before our team briefing." Reid says with his nose already in a new file. I can feel my face turn a shade of red.

"Pretty girl is getting extra credit!" Prentiss joins in happy to tease, even adopting Morgan's typical nickname for me and Penelope.

"I don't know what you guys are talking about. I simply got in early and we were both at the office." I take a sip of my coffee, looking for any distraction, reaching out to grab a file for myself to ready through. I'm really glad that I didn't bring Hotch's travel mug in from the hotel, I still have it and I almost used it today. That definitely wouldn't go unnoticed with the people surrounding me.

Thankfully the team lets us move on and were able to brainstorm some more. Unfortunately it doesn't take long for JJ to interrupt to tell us there's been a third victim.

"Impact nearly cut him in two." The sheriff explains.

"Male victim?" I question as we arrive on the scene. The unsub hit him in a parking garage, pinning him between the truck and elevator doors. "He's getting more aggressive."

Cigarettes butts are discovered where the truck was parked in waiting. All of them stripped of the filter showing signs that he's military.

"Guys I think I know what ties the victims together." Reid interrupts, "All of the victims drove two door red coupes."

Garcia was able to look into car accidents that left someone injured enough to the point that he can't kill traditionally. He holds the person responsible for his accident for killing his loved one and his own disability. There's nearly twenty five people to still filter out off of the specifications we gave her.

"Wait you guys I think I found it." I sit up from the most recent file that had red flags, "Ian and Sheila Coakley crashed while driving home from Napa Valley on route 7 around midnight. It appeared their car was run off the road. His wife died at the scene."

"And Ian?" Rossi asks.

"He survived although he suffered a spinal cord injury."

Morgan and Prentiss go to his doctor to verify some information while we try to track down Ian. His house foreclosed after the accident.

"Track the parts for his specific truck. He's been doing his own repairs so they have to be sent somewhere." Rossi suggests to Garcia.

"Rossi gets a gold star!" Garcia sings, "He's having the parts drop shipped, I'm sending you guys the address."

"Hey, what do I get for knowing he would be disabled?" I jest, I called that from the plane.

"Nothing but my love, sugar." Garcia says before hanging up.

"I don't have a gold star, but well done Y/Ln." Aaron nods.

Arriving at the home Ian had been renting we find it empty but lots of surveillance photos of the victims and one other person who hasn't been harmed.

"Send this to Garcia now, we need to know who this is." Rossi hands me the picture. I send it to her and she's able to run his plate from the image.

It doesn't take her long to find him and contact his home, where she finds out that he's out biking with a group doing a thirty mile loop.

"Y/n, you're with me. We'll take the north side, Morgan and Rossi you start south and we'll meet in the middle." I quickly get in the passenger side of the SUV and Aaron takes off.

The biking club that target is in covers a lot of milage as Aaron speeds through the dirt road trying so hard to meet the group before the unsub does. Eventually we're closing in, but unfortunately the black truck is ahead of us and gaining on the bikers faster than we're gaining on him.

"Hold on." Aaron takes a risk by cutting Ian off before he can clip the mass of bicyclists. He does this by driving the front left corner of our car into the back right of his truck.

The airbags go off and were spun around from the impact.

"Y/n." Aaron calls. He says it a second time with more panic when I don't answer.

"I'm okay." I groan. The unsub is attempting to back his truck out of the ditch we're both stuck in to finish his mission. He took a much less impactful hit from our collision. I unclip my seatbelt and swing open my door, shattered glass falling from my lap as I stand up.

"Y/n, wait." Aaron instructs, he pulls hard on his seatbelt. It seems like he's stuck from the accident, but the worry on his face is only for me. I give him a look to say I've got this, while he continues to pull at his jammed seatbelt.

"Ian Coakley." I call out, and the man looks over to me briefly. It registers on his face that I am holding my gun and it's aimed for him, he has tears in his eyes.

"This is for Sheila." he floors it heading straight for the group that's waiting after witnessing the accident.

I plant my feet and aim for the back window of the truck, hoping to hit Ian's shoulder. Enough to stop him in his tracks before can harm anyone else without killing him. I've done enough killing myself over the years, and even with all he's done he's a man suffering with the grief of accidentally killing his wife.

The bullet leaves my gun with a loud crack, shattering the back window of the truck. He swerves but not enough to take him off the road. I let out a breath and fire again, this time sending a bullet into the back of his chair and sending his car off the road again to be stopped by a tree. I let out a huff of exhaustion from the impact leaning against the SUV.

Morgan and Rossi pull up and stop to get out and help Aaron and I after seeing our totaled SUV.

"Go" I wave them to keep driving to the unsub to see if he's ok and they do. Aaron manages to get out of the car finally, I hear Morgan call out to radio in an ambulance.

"He's still alive." Rossi shouts to us referring to Ian, they have him laying down now while applying pressure to his wound. The top of his shoulder which shouldn't be fatal, I sigh in relief.

"Are you okay?" Aaron asks finally rounding the back of the car to join me where I stand, he steadies himself. I nod, finally putting my gun away, feeling how stiff my body is.

Aaron fully ignores my nod, taking my head in his hands and pulling my eyelid open to check for signs of a brain bleed. He wipes at my forehead, pulling back his hand with blood on it. Maybe we were hit harder than I thought. Damn airbags.

"I think you have a concussion-" He states, "and you might need stitches."

The worry on his face is deep. I can feel the guilt radiating off of him, he was the one driving. He's the one that chose to hit the unsub's truck.

"I'm okay!" I reassure him, placing my hands on top of his that still rest on my head. This is crossing a new line. He's never touched my face, and I've never touched his hands like this.

"I shouldn't have done that. It was reckless."

"I'm glad you did." I disagree, "If we had waited any longer he would've been able to get his last victim. There's an entire biking club alive right now because of you."

This reminder seems to help slightly, he looks over my shoulder where the crowd remains. I pull him in for a hug, both of us shaking slightly from the adrenaline. After a while we pull apart, the rest of the team arrives as well as a couple ambulances. One takes Ian away immediately, escorted with two police officers as well.

"It took two shots? You're losing your touch." Morgan teases, thowing an arm around my shoulder that makes me wince a little. My phenomenal aim has always been a touchy subject with him, not liking being second.

"I'm concussed and he was driving fast." I defend, fully knowing how whiny I sound.

"Statically of our entire team Y/n would be the only one likely to have made that shot with the variable speed that Ian Croakley was traveling at." Spencer chimes in.

"I knew you were my favorite for a reason." I grin pulling Spence in for a hug effectively shaking off Morgan's arm.

"Yeah, whatever." Morgan shrugs, ruffling the hair in top of Spencer's head.

"Ma'am, you really need to get looked at." The emt reminds, interrupting our conversation. I leave the group and look over to see Aaron sitting on the back of one of the ambulances. We both finish getting evaluated, thankfully nothing too serious that we have to delay our flight home.

"You were right about the concussion." I grin walking up to Aaron as the sheriff walks off.

"And it would seem the stitches too." He reaches out again, thumb hovering over the threading sticking out of my forehead.

"Yeah, should make fore a pretty badass scar." I tease.

"I'm sure it will." He smiles, a real smile. The Aaron smile that I have seen so rarely, but more frequent lately. The plane ride back home is quiet, everyone drained, Aaron and I just flat out sore. By the time we get back to the BAU, Aaron sends everyone home saying the paperwork can wait for the following day. Everyone clears out and he goes back up to his office.

"Not following your own advice?"I question, walking into his office. I make my way round to his side of the desk and lean back on it. The edge of my thigh just barely meeting the outside of his arm from where he sits.

"Just wrapping up a few things before." He sets down his papers, his eyes raking all the way up me from toe to head, we both pretend I don't notice.

"You know, since I have a concussion they said I need to be under observation. No sleeping, crazy delusions, slipping into comas that sort of thing. You know anyone who wants to stay awake with me?"

"I can think of someone" He smirks, "I can put on a pot of coffee."

I pull out the to go mug he had brought my coffee in a few days ago out of my tote and hold it out to him.

"Take me home Aaron."

AHHHHHHHH i hope yall like this! i haven't written in forever to it was honestly just fun to do! :)

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[chrissturnsgirlll222]

second, never first

part eight | part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven

chris x fem!reader

summary - you grew up hating one guy all of high school but suddenly become close friends, but as time goes on feelings develop, only its one sided.

warnings - swearing, use of y/n, BOYS (no smut… for now lol)

word count - 1500+

NOT PROOFREAD

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this morning of school was tense. all day i was waiting to hear from anna to cuss me out, ask for a ride home or act like nothing happened and be petty. none of the above happened. she literally didnt go to school.

chris and i hung out at lunch and were just waiting for anna to start texting one of us aggressively but she didnt.

the silent treatment was killing me. why couldnt she just talk to me about what she was feeling. she had it all wrong and if she wasnt talking to me or chris she would just live thinking that we were hooking up being her back. it doesnt help the situation at all that shes ignoring us because we couldnt fully explain ourselves. but with anna, i dont even think clarification would change her mind.

chris and i were about to leave school when i got a text from anna:

monday 3:14pm

anna: i need you to come over, its urgent

as soon as i read the message i booked it to chris’ car showing him the message. “chris what the fuck am i supposed to do.” i exclaim shoving my phone in his face. he grabs it from my hand and reads it, “go.” is all he says.

“go?”

“yes go right now, this is literally our only chance of saving this whole situation.” he says.

“chris i am scared what are you not understanding.” i snap.

“me and you both have watched anna single handedly take girls down for messing with her relationships even if they didnt matter. you have watched her fight girls in the hallway just for looking at her wrong, now you have a chance to fix this and your ‘too scared’.” he explains

i pause thinking about what to do. part of me thinks hes right but the other part is saying that im about to get bitch slapped into oblivion. the people she cares about most betrayed her, atleast in her eyes.

“i dont even know what to say.” i mumble. “maybe explain the fucking situation.” he says in a duh tone. “got it.” i say before running into my car, backing out of my spot and waving off chris.

after driving to annas house ,which time felt like it was speeding past me, i got out of the car and let out a sigh i didnt know i had been holding in. walking up to the front door i run over every detail of what im about to say, finally reaching the top of her porch stairs i knock on the door. the door flys open and anna has the sweetest smile on her face.

im guessing she doesnt know that chris told me about what she said since she started talking to me like normal.

“what did i miss at school any hot gos?” she says walking towards her fridge and grabbing a sparkling water. “uhhh no?” i hesitate for a second confused. “oh lame.” she frowns.

“well i have some.” she says.

“about who?” i question even though i have a feeling i know where she is going with this.

“one of our best friends.” she is talking almost as if she is animated. most likely to freak me out, its working.

“ouu interesting.” i reply.

“yeah! so, one of our closest friends is hooking up with chris behind my back, she actually thinks i wont do something about it.” she states in the same animated tone.

“anna you can drop it i know your talking about me.” i say my face blank.

her face drops “oh so you admit it.”

“no i actually came here to knock some sense in to you.”

she hums in response raising her eyebrows. “what the fuck game do you think your playing at anna. i mean seriously, drop this little creepy act your not intimidating anyone. if you knew everything you wouldnt be acting like a bitch right now.” i snap.

“ouu look who grew a pair, im not going to sit here and listen to your fake ass apologies so you can leave and perhaps let the door hit you on the way out.” she says with a smug smile on her face. “anna if you would get out of your own head you could stop yourself from losing two friends who care about you.”

“friends?” she scoffs, “what great friends i have. did you enjoy your movie night or did chris’ dick feel too good down your throat? i dont need you anymore you see, all you do is complain and complain. you wanna act innocent? get out of my house and i wont tell anyone your as fake as you really are.” she scolds.

“you dont mean that.” my heart shatters as my best friend basically tells me im nothing to her anymore. “oh y/n i mean every word.” she waves at me and turns around.

“unbelievable.” i scoff as i walk out.

if there was anything i knew about anna was that she could lie right through her perfect teeth. if she says shes not going to tell people that she thinks me and chris are hooking up, she quiet literally means the opposite. so if she wants to play that game i will too.

im done getting pushed around by her.

i immediately dial chris’ phone number.

ring ring ring

chris answers the phone.

“hey kid, did everything go smoothly as planned?” he asks.

“no, anna is actually the most horrible human being on the planet i cannot fucking believe i wasted years of my life on that bitch.”

“woah woah calm down. explain to me what happened.” he tries to mediate.

“ill be over in 5.” i say before hanging up and getting into my car.

-

i sped over to chris’ house so angry i swear i passed about 3 stop signs.

“anna is actually unreal i never should have agreed to this little deal of yours to set you up with her.” i storm in to chris’ room. he shoots up at my entrance “ok y/n you actually need to chill the fuck out.” he breathes.

“no chris in not going to ‘chill the fuck out’” i mock, “you know what the fuck she said to me?” i say. “what?” he says.

“she said she doesnt need me anymore.” i quote anna. chris’ face drops. i walk over to his bed dropping my school bag on his floor. “how exactly did all of this blow up in your face this bad?” he questions. “well i walked in acting clueless and she kept talking to me like everything was fine and i was extremely confused right?” i explain. “mhm” chris hums waiting for the rest of the story.

“so she started saying one of her closest friends betrayed her and thought they got away with no consequences, so then i just confronted the situation and she took that as me confessing to everything. so i started to explain myself and then she started saying how we are fake people and that if i didnt leave her house she would tell everyone was a snake and fucking you behind her back.” i continue.

“but you left so your fine right?”

“chris do you even know who anna is? like seriously.” i say and he shrugs his shoulders.

“by tomorrow pretty much everyone will be talking about how we got together behind annas back.” i state.

“im so done being pushed around by her. she always called me a buzzkill when i didnt feed into her constant boy troubles. and you know what carson told me, he said that anna has been scaring guys away from me for years. she never saw me as a friend. she only ever saw me as competition. years of friendship for nothing.”

“if she is going to tell everyone that were snakes then let them believe it.” he blurts out.

i make a confused face at him “chris wha-“ he cuts me off “people are going to believe anna no matter what right?” i shrug in response, “so why dont we entertain the idea for them.” he explains

“chris have you actually lost it?” i say. “nope. kid i dont know about you but anna seems like she wasnt the bestie we thought she was.” he says emphasizing ‘bestie’.

“no?” i respond.

“so then lets get back at her, make everyone think were dating.”

“yeah chris i got that but what do we get out of it?”

“you get back at your horrible bitchy best friend and i get a fake hot girlfriend.”

-

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a/n: YALLL IM SO EXCITED TO SEE REACTIONS TO THIS. i have the whole story planned out in my head and we are finally getting into the real plot of this story. hope you guys enjoyed.🩷🩷🩷

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hi! can we have some headcannons about what a relationship with each of the proxies would be like :)

Yes ofc! Note, in my au the main "proxies" are Tim, Brian and Toby!<3

Relationship HC's With The Proxies||Proxies x Reader Headcanon's

Tim Wright -Be prepared to smell like smoke. You will smell like smoke no matter how hard you try. -Lots of Johnny Cash, John Lennon, Bon Jovi, ect. -HE HAS A KISS THE COOK APRON. DON'T TRY TO FIGHT ME ON THIS, YOU WILL NOT WIN. -Tim need's minimum two hours alone after a mission, no matter how long it was. He takes that time to recuperate away from you for your safety, in case he dissociates and Masky fronts.(In my au he has DID.) -Tim love's when you wear his clothes, it's cute to him. -Tim has a soft spot for kids, like a big soft spot. He want's one of his own one day, with you. -He prefers if you don't interact with the creeps(assuming your a civilian) to protect yourself and the others from harm. -Rant's to you about Toby, a lot. -"Hey sunshine." "Oh, of course love." Just a mushy guy. -Probably love's morning kisses. Like any chance he gets, his arms are around you giving you a kiss on the cheek. -When Tim has schizophrenic episodes, I beg of you to make sure you're there for him and to reassure him. Be yourself and try to make what he's going through as comfortable as possible and don't treat him any different unless you think he need's help. Ask to touch him, incase he might be paranoid and want to run. Comfort is key. -Tim loves cooking, homie will cook you a four course meal if you asked tbh.

Brian Thomas -He love's it when your curious -Oh you had a weird phase? He's had weirder. -Brian is your therapist tbh... -Right after a mission, be prepared to take a long, hot shower together. Also be prepared to probably watch a horror movie right after. -"Hey I know your busy right now but could we go get a bite to eat? I'm hungry." "Go by yourself, Brian. Your a big boy." "Fuck you." "Yeah yeah, get me a chicken sandwich." -Brian makes the most bizzare jokes sometimes. -Brain collects guns, when you want to hear about his collection, he gets excited and probably wont shut up about the damn things for AWHILE. -Baby, babe, honey, sweetie and love are his go to nicknames for you. He has joke nicknames for you too like dickface or asshat but only uses it when he's joking. -Brian can get pretty serious sometimes when it comes to his job so please, if he's working him, don't bug him. -Prioritises time to be with you and makes time to be with you for a few hours. -He likes squish. He likes when a person is a little chubby. Mean's Brian has more of you to hold onto. -Gets pissed off when you act like stewie and pretend he's brian the dog. Like he genuinely hates it. -Loves when you wear his hoodie, and if you ask him to wear it again, he will. -Lost of long night drives, jamming out to random music and watching the stars.

Toby Rogers -He didn't get much attention as a kid, so be expected to have a very clingy boyfriend. -Don't underestimate his strength, he's seriously a strong guy. -When you notice his hands are starting to get big sores, he will breakdown and tell you he had another nightmare of his father... So he'll ask you to bandage his hands. -Hand holding, cuddling and literally and form of physical affection. -Toby has echolalia, he repeats the phrase "I love you" a lot, but he does it with the biggest fucking smile, makes your heart MELT. -Toby dosen't have corprolalia. He just swears like a sailor. -Coming back from a mission, he goes for the booze, he drinks a lot of it to forget literally everything of the mission. AKA his tics can get a little aggressive, he punches himself, throws stuff around the room, has occasionally punched or slapped you a few times. -When Toby has a PTSD panic attack, he becomes non-verbal for a long time and just abuses himself relentlessly because he cant feel shit. He has a mental collapse for a few days, and as a result, Tim and Brian let him take a break from missions, letting Jeff fill in for Toby. -Toby needs a lot of panic attack aftercare. He usually needs to be wrapped up in his bandages and lots of cuddles, kisses and care. -"Y/N- could we-could we please cuddle? I want some care... please." -He loves nicknames like baby boy, pumpkin and Tobs. He loves calling you Babydoll, honey, and babes. -Please don't take his hoodie or face mask, sometimes his only comfort is those things when he feels he can't come to you. -Emotional guy.

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Demon Bride Ch62 Fate Is Up To You

(WARNINGS: Douma, Karaku, and Enmu ARE their own warnings. Possibly some innuendos. Mentioning of death.

Hey everyone. I just wanted to thank everyone who read this far and liked my story enough to read it to it's end. I had a lot of fun writing it and it makes me happy knowing some people loved it enough to read it fully. If you liked this consider checking out my other works. Thanks to everyone for reading this, faving it, or leaving a nice comment. And thank you to Koyoharu Gotouge for creating such wonderful characters and giving me the opportunity to make this wonderful story.

This ending is left for interpretation for whatever the reader decides happens to Y/n, her suitors, and her family. Whatever you decide or who she ends up with is entirely up to you. This is also a semi epilogue for how all the demons and everyone are doing after everything.

If I update this anymore it will be to showcase fanart.)

Two months had passed since the day they arrived back. Autumn was already here and in full swing as well. Things were also finally back to normal. Douma returned to his full strength and back to running his cult. Akaza and Upper Moon Four were all back taking care of humans on the surface and helping Kaigaku to reinforce the guard on the border. The murders and prisoners were all taken cared of and Enmu eventually tracked down the case of the missing box of chocolates to a servant whom stole it for Y/n. She was given a harsh warning and made to pay for it. 

Which meant that for him there was last end to tie up completely and that meant just waiting for a certain someone to arrive right about-

SLAM!!!

"I can NOT believe you did that behind my back, Kibutsuji." The door was slammed open and he calmly stood there as an angry woman stomped in holding her child on her hip. A deep frown on her face as Susamaru and Yahaba boredly walked right behind them. "That poor girl must've been put through so much because of you!"

"Good Evening, Lady Rei...I do hope your trip...was enjoyable." He stood there calmly as she marched past. 

"Hi, Uncle Koku!," the little girl called out with a wave.

He nodded to her. "Princess...You look as lovely as ever."

Rei rounded around and pointed past him at a tired and disheveled man whom just walked in. "YOU ARE IN BIG TROUBLE, MUZAN!!  Until you apologize to that poor girl and change what you've done, you can just sleep in your lab again!! I can not believe you would mess with matters so personal after the first time we spoke about her!! Don't even think about trying to flatter me because it wont work!" Her soft brown eyes then glanced at Kokushibo. "Oh. Hello Kokushibo. I'm sorry but I'm not feeling up to talking right now."

"Daddy's in trouble again."

Despite his position Kokushibo chuckled at the child's words. "It would seem so."

"Please just have our luggage brought to our chambers. I have a lot of unpacking to do while a certain someone thinks about what he's done." With another scowl she then turned and stomped off with her child cutely waving goodbye at him over her shoulder and the two demons in tow.

He calmly watched them go before his half lidded eyes turned to the slightly disheveled and tired looking Master of all demons. "Welcome back, Lord Muzan....I take it your trip...was eventful?"

"She hasn't stopped yelling at me for the past three days," the tired red eyed demon drawled out much to his silent right hands amusement. "She found one of the reports Enmu sent me and everything spiraled from there." A hand reached up to rub his temples. "I do hope you have better news that what I've been hearing all day."

"I do." A few papers were held up to his face. "Foremost...Tamayo has been confirmed..deceased. You shall no longer..need to worry about her. All prisoners.... responsible for treason has already been executed....The Tsuzumi Mansion is fully repaired...and many of our human branches has started...circulating more money into the territories. ..The budget for many more resources...and projects will be better funded by it."

"Is that all?" He did look interested especially when he mentioned Tamayo but he seemed more concerned by his obviously angry wife.

"There's a few meetings...in your schedule for expanding the territory..to the north and a few other important matters. However....I thought it would be beneficial for you to note that...there has been a shift in the Kizuki's behavior." 

That made his master pause in his steps and stop. Before he slowly straightened up and slowly looked at him removing his hand from his temples.  "Is that so? A shift in behavior in what way?"

"Nothing I would consider...concerning... But ever since Y/n Tamayo's arrival..there has actually been a positive effect in their...behaviors." The papers were shifted in his hands as his eyes looked over have lidded. "Lower Moon Six's progress has... remained the same but he has published...many books that seem to be popular with her... encouragement... Kaigaku has become stronger protecting her..and has won against Enmu in a blood battle...for title of Lower Moon One. Kaigaku..has also become more focused...still full of himself but focused."

"I see...It seems I'll be rearranging the ranks of the lower moons to reflect his new victory soon then. Anything else to report?"

Kokushibo nodded. "Hairou hasn't changed but...has done his job effectively as...always. But the quadruplet brothers...of Upper Moon Four has learnt to...get along better."

He rose a brow. "Really? Them?"

"I realize your skepticism...but I assure you it's true... Sekido is less verbally threatening to them... Karaku has seemed to finally learn modesty... Aizetsu has become more outspoken...and Urogi has learnt patience to not...jump into things so quickly without thinking...As for their younger brother.." Half lidded eyes looked at the papers again. "He is progressing well in his...Studies...They were terrible before..but with encouragement has been steadily progressing...and seemed to learn his lessons on attitude.. adjustment..After his last two years of schooling...I believe he may be able to rejoin...His brothers in Upper Moon Four."

He hummed. "Is that all you have to report?"

"There's more...Daki and Gyutaro has.. slowly started weaning off their obsessive.. codependency habits and Gyutaro has been...eating more. His body is now at a... almost healthy weight and he has...taken better care now. Douma..has become more...responsive to emotions now."

"That fumbling idiot? Kokushibo, I thought you knew better than most not to take me for a fool."

He calmly held up a hand. "I assure you..I speak nothing but the truth... Douma has broken through whatever barrier...that blocked his mind from human emotions...and keeps asking when he'll be granted a marriage to Ms. Tamayo... Whether that is a concerning issue..I do not know as of yet. Enmu has not changed...as far as I can tell..but his medicine has become better thanks to...the adjustments he made to it after observing...it's positive effects on both Douma..and the child you wished to raise. That's worth... looking more into. Akaza has..also not changed much..but he seems more emotionally and mentally happy..That also seems to be having a positive impact on...his workload." The papers were held out for his Master to take. "The three children...also in her care are starting to...act more positively mentally and emotionally...Rui is advanced in his studying..and will be able to skip three grades next year... Muichiro has become more outspoken..and Yuichiro has been slowly becoming more positive..They will be able to skip two grades..next year and be just one..grade behind Rui...Their fighting skills are still slowly progressing however...the Rui boy's physical health has gotten...much better."

Muzan slowly took the papers from his hand. Slowly looking them over one by one before flipping to the next page and then just slowly looking back to Kokushibo."You are certain about all of this?"

"As certain as you are...strong. Her presence seems to have...had a more positive impact.. despite the rumors and gossip...others give about her attitude and antics..."

"I see." After a moment he looked from the papers at Kokushibo. "Then perhaps making her a permanent residence would be more useful to us. Upper Moon One, send word to both Kaigaku and Enmu to come to the Infinity Castle so I may rearrange their placement in the ranks. But first see to it that you send the girl an apology on my behalf. I need to go prepare for all these meetings and explain things to my wife."

Kokushibo bowed his head respectfully. "Both shall...be done."

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Books were being read. Papers were shuffled. And the scribbling of quills against paper was heard in the air as three boys shifted through them.

"Ugh! Math is so stupid!!," Yuichiro eventually shouted scowling at the paper.

"I know. I have to have the pervert explain it all to me...And I still hardly get it."

You chuckled at the two boys before looking back to your first letter. It was from Eri. She had officially left Kyogai's servitude and was currently living with her new husband near a lakeside town. She was starting out as a doctor's apprentice to learn more about human anatomy and medicine to become a doctor herself. Good for them both. You were happy for them. You then turned to your second envelope. It looked a bit heavier than the others. You grabbed it ifelt something inside. Curious, you cut the top with a sharp nail, turned it upside down, and shook it. Two things fell out. A note and a hair pin. You stared at the hair pin just... sitting there in your lap. The SAME hair pin you lost to that cat two months ago. Slowly you picked it up and stared at it.. before picking up the note and reading it.

'Chichumaru left this for us to find by the stairway. We thought you might've wanted it back. Sorry we couldn't deliver it in person. Hopefully we will meet again one day on better terms to talk if and when you want to.'

It had been nearly two months since that day and...Well you didn't know what to think. So many thoughts ran through your head. You are still angry at them both and rightfully so. They didn't even visit you in all the years you resided in your village and left you to be raised there...But at the same time you weren't sure if you could blame them. If you were living in secrecy from the moment you ran away and had a child, you would most definitely want to keep them safe. But..you weren't sure if you would've done it the same way they would've...You don't think you could ever separate yourself from your children. At least not forever.

"Mother." You turned to Rui who looked at you. "Are you alright? You look saddened."

You blinked. "Oh...Yes. I was just reading a few letters I got from some friends. You remember Eri don't you? She got married recently."

"Speaking of marriage, when are you going to be married?" Yuichiro looked up at you from a science book on moon phases. "You spent an awfully long time with Kokushibo Sensai. Does that mean you're going to marry him?"

"Hey! Don't forget about Father and Scary Dad!," Rui choked in and pointed at him. "I already vouched for them both!"

"Well what about Kaigaku?," Muichiro asked raising a brow, "Or Mr. Kyogai? Or the others? She hasn't made any choices yet...Wait." All the boys looked at you wide eyed. "Have you?"

You stared at them all for a moment before looking off. In truth..you actually had decided your choice about this entire thing. You thought about each individual person carefully. What they were like and how they could impact the boys. How they acted around you. What it was like if you just rejected them all . Or what would happen if you've chosen all of them. One of them. Or any combination of number of them specifically. What would happen if you just left. The pros and cons to EVERY. SINGKE. SCENARIO. You could think of. You had two months to think about everything. And at the end...you believed you did make a choice. You looked back to the boys. They deserved to know first since it would impact them too. You nodded.

"I have."

They look at one another in surprise and excitement. "Well what do you have to say?"

"I've decided-"

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olderbrother!skz headcanons pt 2!!

ahh maknae line! hyung line

han

you guys are inseparable

you also get mad at minho for stealing your brother

also han and u are actual soulmates

minho is second (and less cool in ur opinion)

only about one-two years apart

when yall meet he does the ‘where my hug at?’ thing

its either you koala hug him or he does

just like, legs wrapped around waist typa hug

or he’ll bury his face into your armpit

you think it’s disgusting but he argues its comfy 

he sends you all his photos he wants to post

then you choose the ones you like 

he likes anime; you like kdramas

constantly fighting abt which is better

it got so heated once that even felix rose his voice for yall to stfu

its okay tho u made up a day after and went to the park to have a singing contest

you watch silly documentaries together

your chat is filled with stupid jokes and complaints

but he’s the first to know when something is wrong

started dissing this kid who bullied you in fifth grade

he got sent to the office but gave you a hug right before

steals things from photoshoots to give to you

spams you when he’s in the studio

asks you for lyric inspo and uses your terrible love life as inspo

once you showed one of his songs to your partner

’my brother wrote this about my last ex. dont make him do it again, he cried writing it.’

well your partner also cried so

matching stuffed animals <3

asks you to help him learn twice choreo

bc ur a huge once

he also got you a signed album from them

’oh here noonas gave me this idk why tho’

felix

loves you to death.

like fr its scary

youre four-five years younger than him

so you basically have eight older brothers

nicknamed you smiley bc your smile is the cutest thing ever (and it is)

runs to you calling ‘smiley!!!’

and lifts you off the ground when you hug

he hooks his chin around your shoulder and smells you

you think him smelling you is weird but it isnt

bc according to him you smell like ‘vanilla and lavenders and lemon’

it is so very random but you love it anyways

you two balance each other out so well, in a really weird way tho

like he’s hyper and energetic and sweet

while your active and excited and a little bitter

your insults and comebacks make him cry laugh every time

and you do the same with felix

he will NEVER shut up abt you trust

like seungmin once put him on a ban from talking about you

but he just started texting about you so

taught you taekwando

and now you fight hand to hand against changbin (and win most times)

felix doesnt like it tho bc ‘changbinnie'll get hurt and cry!’

both of your puberty hormones went to your voice box

his got deeper and huskier; yours is silkier and in the middle tone range leaning deep

but its like a rich deep ya know?

when he’s sleepy he starts mumbling random sentences and you record them snd send them to you group chat named ‘skz (-1 sunshine +1 smiley)’

if seungmin thought felix was bad at gaming, youre even worse

most of the time you end up dying

its funny because you started gaming before felix did too

you gave each other sweatshirts for white day in korea

and now your roommate hates when you use it because its so worn down and lowk smelly

jeongin has to beg felix to take it off and put it in the wash

dance parties at random times

especially if you or felix are feeling down

the playlist ‘HOE DANCE DOWN!’ is blasting

consisting of twice, charli xcx, dua lipa, and olivia rodrigo

other artists too and some from jyp bc felix loves his jypnation

not jyp tho anytime felix complains abt the ‘stupid motherfucker who wont shut up and has no talent and too much confidence’

complains ESPECIALLY while yall r playing fortnite, on your request

baking is your shared therapy

felix makes brownies, you make cookies

perfect duo in the kitchen

you bake so often that watching you two is like a dance

members will literally watch you bake and you flip them off

‘LIXIE I GOT FLIPPED OFF AGAIN!’

‘JISUNG STOP BEING A CREEP!!’

rock paper scissors is YOUR thing

like felix will just turn to you and stick his fist out

you also win almost every time

seungmin

you literally have twin telepathy

mainly bc your twins but he is also thirty two minutes older

so, day ones

gatekeeps you from his friends but not the group

because somehow they already knew who you were

you introduced yourself to them the day they debuted

only pretends to be sad abt not being a twin in the group

because he already has you and wouldnt change it for anything

the only person he will not hesitate from skinship is you

pats on the head, chin on shoulder, holding hands, occasional squeezing

his hugs are your safe spot

he’d tap you on the shoulder and take your arm

then he starts massaging you after pulling you into the hug

and it feels so good

and he’s surprisingly good at it too

treats you like a baby bc ur the youngest in you family (by a half hour)

once got you a new phone to stop you from complaining

you think its because he loves you but that is denied every time (its true tho, bc who wouldnt love you?)

only person who can calm you down

when you get too mad

he’ll call you or lay next to you

rub your back until you calm down

if youre on call he’ll put on music and start singing random shit

youre the orange kitty to his golden retriever puppy

you literally paw at him until he gives you his attention

he’ll get excited and its the cutest thing you’ve seen

wakes you up by singing the high note in ‘cover me’ in your ear

ever since he’d recorded that he’s been bragging abt it

but you dont mind bc his singing is nice and you know he would feel the same if you bragged about your fashion designs and website

every day you leave him sweet messages (like his older sister!!)

‘oh seungmo, love your hair today! your smile lit up my room puppy’

in return he sends cute gifs

he also learned french from the i am you tour to swear at you

asks for help in english before events/interviews where english will be used

you were the one who calmed his worries before the paris fashion week

since youre an english and fashion design major he relies on you

he will also never get over the fact that his TWIN is double majoring

your literally jeongin’s favorite tho

bc if seungmin says no you’ll say yes

very very mischevious

if one of you are having a bad day

you’ll just bring the other to a rage room

very effective

jeongin

he’s the maknae of the group and hates getting babied

so he automatically doesn’t baby you

maybe he does a little bit….

but thats because you told him it was okay and you liked it

youre around three years younger than him

so everyone in the group babies you

jeongin is always the first to go and greet you tho

spooks you tho

goes behind your back and yells ‘boo!’ in your ear

he gets punched by you after that

you just tackle him and squeeze him

but he goes ‘oh youve grown so big now!’

he’s also been getting stronger so when he goes into his normal hug where he puts his amrs around and under your armpits, you get squeezed until youre out of breath

on that note

he takes you to the gym bc you’ve been wanting to work out since starting college

he wanted to b your gym buddy (also was scared of u dying bc of asking binnie)

pushes you enough to finish bc he knows ur limits <3

you go to a convinience store after your workouts

both of yall try to pay BUT you make a schedule for who pays

you switch off

innie is extremely proud he made that idea

share a gym playlist

and most of your playlist

bc ur music taste is so similar you end up collabing playlists

you both do daily fit checks

slowly you’ve been able to coax him out of terrible shoe choices

you’ll show him something new and he’ll be like

‘oh is this what all the youngsters are wearing now?’

he busts out these rubber shoes that give you a headache

‘im doing it for stay’ you know stay’s reaction bc u r one

you always show what stays are saying on pinterest and call them simps

but you also cant talk bc, and jeongin quotes this

‘damnn hyunjin looking fine enough to be mine’

but also jeongin constantly uses pick up lines on YOUR friends

if he ever picks you up he’ll turn to someone your hanging out with

‘are you the sun because youre so hot you burn my retinas’

and everyone is just. majorly confused

its his random space obsession showing okay

you went on a planetarium date one time

he talked your ear off and then you bit his ear

retaliation for all the times he’s bit you when he was a wee little one

after that you went shopping

a stay photographed yall starting dating rumors

but its okay bc jeongin addressed it in his lives

telling everyone youre siblings

there is a ten minute video of him cracking up, tears flowing bc of the situation

@chans-muffin i delivered!!!!

#hops writes shit #stray kids

[night-unfurls-its-splendour]

When the Longing Returns 

Phantom of the Opera (2004) Fanfiction

Chapter 4

Also read on AO3

Pairing: Erik (The Phantom) x Christine Daaé

Rating: M

Chapter Summary: The Opera Populaire prepares for their production of Faust, and Christine reunites with the Phantom in the opera house tunnels for the resumption of her lessons.

Chapter Word Count: 8,891

Enjoy this chapter with my custom immersive soundscapes! Follow the links in the story! (There's also a link for Gounod's Romeo et Juliette, which I think you'll find helpful!)

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Christine awoke quite regularly with the other girls the next morning. This time she knew she had dreamed as she clutched the precious ring under her pillow; nebulous dreams, shadowy and half-formed, not nearly as vivid as her nightmares had been, but perhaps that was because she had nothing hidden from herself anymore. She couldn't quite remember exactly what had happened in her vague dream, but there were two things about it of which she was certain; that it was about him, and that she had awakened feeling wonderful and wishing she could go back to it.

The morning was ordinary; or, rather, as ordinary as it could have been.

Raoul was started rather rudely awake by Mme. Giry rapping her stick against the leg of his chair, and made to leave the immediate vicinity. Christine was pleased to see that he was more tractable this morning, but she also knew he would be in the stalls during practice. Hovering. Always hovering.

But a memory struck her suddenly:

Say you need me with you, now and always...

She'd actually said that to him herself! She'd never before been so haunted by her own words; but how could she have known how very literally he would take them, given the right provocation? She couldn't have.

All the more reason for her not to have said them.

She cursed her own stupidity and shook her head a little, attempting to cast off the feeling of mortification that now twisted in her chest as she pulled her stockings on.

When she was dressed, Meg helped her fix her hair and she tied it back with a black silk ribbon.

Whatever the managers' decision regarding Don Juan Triumphant would prove to be, regular rehearsals were resuming today for the Opera Populaire's current production: Gounod's Faust. The next performance was in four days.

Christine wondered if it would be odd to return to the routine of the past three months, now that the Opera Ghost was known to be haunting the halls again. But routine was what everyone seemed to crave, and what taskmasters like M. Reyer relied and thrived upon, so one and all approached the day determined for everything to be normal in spite of the Opera Ghost's return.

The one person whose courage seemed to be failing her was Carlotta. Since she had always been the Ghost's first choice of victim, and since it seemed certain to all that he, through some unknown dark art, had been the cause of the only wrinkle in her otherwise fabulous career (but what a wrinkle it was! It was fully a month before she could open her mouth on stage without the audience visibly bracing), her haughty confidence today was a mere pretense of her usual attitude—and a very shaky one at that.

Christine would have been lying if she denied deriving a little bit of satisfaction from watching La Carlotta sweat.

All through morning rehearsals the Diva had kept losing her place, having to start over; glancing around, up at the stage rigging and in the shadows with an acute paranoia that was, admittedly, justified.

And had it been as it was four months ago, she would surely have stormed off the stage, insisting that she couldn't work under such stress. She might have done so now, except for her certainty that if she did, it would open a door for Christine to shine again, and that she would never countenance.

Though Christine never visibly reacted, Carlotta still accused her of smirking and hurled abuse at her. This had been her unrestrained wont for three months.

One would have thought that Carlotta might have reconsidered the wisdom of this practice, since the Ghost had made his identity as Christine's mysterious song-master public, and given what had happened the last time she had insulted Christine in his hearing. But vanity and circumspection so rarely accompany each other.

At one point during rehearsal, Christine looked up, past the chandelier, to the railing of the walk that ran around the edge of the ceiling, and remembered him leaning insouciantly against it, almost cat-like—a panther, shrouded all in black—entirely at ease as he surveyed the stage, waiting for his blow to fall on the unsuspecting diva.

She still felt troubled whenever she thought of that night, but as with the masquerade, Christine's perspective on this particular moment felt quite different now (disregarding what came after); she could now appreciate the charisma he'd radiated just then. It almost made her giddy.

M. Reyer was very dubious about Carlotta's anxious behavior, but she did seem to ease as rehearsal continued, so that by the time they broke for lunch, she was, more or less, her usual self.

Christine was slightly surprised by how comfortably the morning passed.

The Phantom was observing, she was certain of that, but she had no difficulty focusing or behaving as she normally would. Carlotta's insults glanced off of her, and even Raoul's fussing over her did not irritate; she bore it with gentle patience.

But, although Christine was relaxed enough in the morning, as the day wore on, creeping closer and closer to nighttime—to her reunion with her good genius—she felt herself becoming quite nervous. She was ever more aware of his presence as evening approached.

She was also more aware of Raoul's.

She was determined that, tonight, he must be convinced to go. It was not that Christine doubted the Phantom's promise to her that he would not harm Raoul; she simply did not want Raoul there. She did not want to have to walk past him—didn't even want him in the building—when she went to rejoin her Angel.

He did not belong in the opera house after hours. His presence was aberrant to the location; it was not his realm. He was an interloper here. Like the human prince carrying off the swan maiden. Away from her magic. Away from her natural environment, to languish in mundanity for his own sake.  Christine was infinitely glad she was preventing that fate for herself, she thought as she readied for bed.

Then, like clockwork, Raoul's boots were heard upon the steps again.

This time Madame Giry seemed almost resigned to his presence, but Christine opened the door and stepped out next to her warden without waiting to be summoned.

"Oh, Christine," Raoul said with slight surprise—her appearance had interrupted their disagreement.

She took his hand, holding it with care as she had in the carriage house.

"Raoul, I really don’t think it's necessary for you to stay tonight," she said, her voice nervous, but rational.

"But Christine..."

"I know you want me to be safe, and I appreciate it dearly, but Madame Giry will ensure that I am well looked after."

"I am her guardian, Monsieur," Mme. Giry stated icily.

Raoul did not seem impressed by the good lady's declaration. It was under that very guardianship, after all, that the so-called "Angel of Music" had gained access to Christine for all that time. Raoul had a mind to blame the entire situation on Mme. Giry's negligence; but he had too much respect for Gustave Daaé's memory to insult that gentleman's chosen steward of his only child to her face, no matter how badly he, Raoul, felt that she had failed in her duty.

"Raoul," Christine said in a hesitant whisper when she saw that he was unconvinced. "I know it's a small thing compared to my security, but I don't like what your staying here... well, the other girls have been saying... things... and it was alright for one or two nights, but now..." Christine's voice tightened and tears threatened assembly at the corners of her eyes.

The other girls, of course, were spreading the calumnies which originated with Carlotta. None of them really bothered Christine to the point of tears, but she let herself feel the sting of the ill-will behind them and was, in the moment, hurt enough that the tightness in her throat which choked her speech was genuine.

Raoul was instantly moved.

"Oh, Christine..." he said, his voice pained. Girls really could be so cruel to one another, he thought. It really was a triviality compared to the threat the Opera Ghost posed, but, since it was Christine's plea that had cemented his resolve to keep his vigil, her plea for him to cease it must hold equal power.

Raoul looked from Mme. Giry's severe gaze to Christine's plaintive one and back three or four times before sighing. He did not like that Mme. Giry had been so remiss (or complicit?) in the past, but he did not truly believe that she would betray her duty to her ward now, when it was clear how terrified Christine was of her one-time tutor.

"Of-of course..." he said finally, with resignation. "I'm sorry, Christine. I've been very thoughtless, haven't I?"

"It’s alright Raoul, I know you mean well," Christine replied with a gentle smile.

He turned now to Mme. Giry.

"Madame, I apologize most sincerely for any trouble I've caused you," he said courteously.

Mme. Giry thought this a very mean compensation for how high-handed he'd been with her for two consecutive nights, but she accepted the apology with a curt grace.

Raoul grasped Christine's hands (a little too tightly) and kissed her. Even now, when he was so desperate in his gallantry, his evening's parting kiss, though longer, and perhaps more forceful, than usual, lacked the heat and depth that Christine now knew even a chaste kiss could hold. Clutching her hands still, Raoul's lips parted from Christine's after a suitable length of time for a young lover (rather too suitable for a young lover) and he lifted her hands in his, kissing them quickly as well.

"Goodnight, my darling," he said affectionately, the words tinged with clinging reluctance.

"Goodnight, Raoul."

Her parting wish was also affectionate. She couldn't help that, though he was older than she, he was still the soft-hearted boy who had retrieved her red scarf from the surf, and had then happily spent his summer playing with an odd, lonely little foreign girl who was so far beneath him. It was difficult not to feel fondness for her playmate.

But fondness was as far as her feelings could stretch for him now.

As Raoul retreated down the steps, Christine was feeling prodigiously pleased with her success. She turned to go back into the dormitory and exchanged a glance with her guardian that communicated everything she needed to know—she had only to go to bed now, and Madame Giry would come for her when it was time.

She crawled into her bunk, doing her level best not to appear as excitable as she felt, but her hands shook as she pulled her covers over herself and curled up on her left side, facing the room. Her hand slipped automatically under the pillow and found the ring, clutching it in her sweaty palm as she turned her face into the cool pillow and breathed deeply the scent of the clean linen to calm herself.

She was not afraid to see him again—she desired nothing more. But so much had changed so quickly. Yesterday morning seemed almost as much a dream now as her first sojourn to his lair had in the days after he had returned her (though this new memory remained untainted by either imprudence on her part or anger on his).

Her experience with engagement had not been a helpful education—her present suitor was far more passionate with her than her previous one had been, and she more eager with him. It was a certain fear of the unknown that now kept Christine from settling, and she again found herself combing through various pieces of music to sing in her head and keep her mind occupied while she closed her eyes and feigned sleep.

Eventually the whispered giggles and conversations carried on by those girls determined to flout lights out until the latest hour they possibly could died away, and the hush of sleep fell over the moonlit dormitory. It must have been nearly eleven by that time.

Impatient, nervous, Christine clutched her sheets with one hand, and her ring with the other, her eyes still closed as she waited... waited...

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She was very lucky she did not gasp aloud when Madame Giry—who, silent as a cat, had come to her bedside—put her hand on Christine’s shoulder as signal. She was holding a lamp in her other hand and had Christine's corset, negligée and a shawl draped over her arm, ready for her use. Hanging from her wrist was a drawstring bag.

Christine dressed quickly and quietly, wrapping the warm shawl close before finally sliding the Phantom's ring onto her finger. At last she was able to let it rest there, in its rightful place, without immediately having to remove and hide it.

"These are for you," Mme. Giry whispered, handing Christine the drawstring bag.

She opened it, and withdrew a beautiful pair of ivory silk slippers embroidered with blue and yellow flowers. Christine's breath caught in her throat as she remembered how she'd been in her stocking feet when she'd followed him through the mirror. At the time, the chilly, damp stones hadn't bothered her, she’d been so enraptured by his voice... but on the way back her feet had been so cold they were almost numb by the time he passed her up through the trap-door, and the wooden floorboards had felt as warm as anything when she set foot on them.

He must have noticed. His consideration for her comfort sent warmth spreading through her chest, up into her cheeks and down to her fingertips.

Her heart was pounding as she sat on her bed and slipped them onto her feet. It didn't surprise her at all that they fit with snug perfection. After admiring them for a moment, she collected herself and stood again.

She debated whether to tie her hair back... she seemed to recall it somehow coming undone the last time she traveled down into the tunnels below the opera. She picked up the black ribbon she'd used to tie her hair that morning, pulling it through her fingers thoughtfully, and then suddenly remembered exactly how she had come by it: tied around a red rose. Her hands trembled a little as she smiled to herself and gathered her hair, tying the ribbon around the mass of springy curls, so reticent to be restrained.

Madame Giry led her out of the dormitory, around the corner and through a hidden door that concealed a set of steps. This hidden staircase led to another door and created a kind of steep vestibule. Mme. Giry retrieved a small lantern, gave it to Christine, and motioned for her to descend first. She followed, closing the door behind them.

As Christine reached the bottom, her guardian stopped on the last step but one.

"There is another set of steps immediately through that door. They are very steep, so you must go carefully," her chaperone said quietly.

Christine nodded and reached to open the door, but Mme. Giry's hand suddenly grasped her shoulder, turning Christine to face her.

"Wait," she whispered gravely. "Before you go through, my dear, I only ask that you promise... promise me that this is what you want."

Christine was surprised at the worry in Madame's eyes—she had thought her desire to see him again had been clear to her guardian.

She had seen this unwonted emotion on Madame Giry's sharp face only once before, and it struck her as solemnly now as it had then.

So, with equal solemnity, she placed her hand on her foster mother's wrist and simply said, steadily and serenely, "Yes, it is. I'm sure."

"Quite sure?" the good woman pressed, holding Christine's shoulder more tightly and glancing down, almost fearfully, at her adorned ring finger. "He told me that you had accepted him, and gone to him willingly, but I didn't... I wasn't sure I could trust his account...."

"You can," Christine said earnestly. "He has not forced me, or manipulated me, I promise. I did go to him in the cemetery of my own free will, and I am going to him now of the same; I swear it on my father's grave."

Fitting that she had stood upon that very grave when she had declared her fidelity to him.

Madame Giry's look of concern did not immediately dissipate, in spite of Christine's assurances. In fact, Christine thought she looked as though she were considering the possibility that her ward had gone mad. But Mathilde Giry knew that Christine would never swear on her father's grave unless her conviction was entirely sober.

At length, her expression relaxed, and she released Christine's shoulder.

"Very well then, my dear," she whispered, smiling very slightly. "Go. He is waiting for you." With just one glance back at Christine, she scurried back up the steps.

Only after she had disappeared through the door at the top of the stairs did Christine turn and, lantern held aloft, open the door before her with a trembling hand.

It was very dark. Almost too dark to see a thing; the lantern light was only enough to show the immediate steps before her, which were, indeed, very steep, and quite narrow. Christine descended carefully with her little lantern, her new slippers whispering in the echoing shadows and her free hand trailing on each previous step as she edged down them. It was not as difficult to navigate as she feared, though she was a little embarrassed by how awkward she was. She had spent her entire childhood climbing the ladders and stairs and flitting along the catwalks of the stage, and she had always been sure-footed then; but these steps were not mere sport, and anticipation made her shaky.

Once she was down further, she saw a ruddy glow, and a spot of white in the darkness, and her heart leapt.

His mask...

She moved a little faster, struggling to balance her careful pace against her enthusiasm, and the shape became clearer.

Yes. It was him.

He held his own lantern, much more substantial than the little one Christine carried, which he hung on a hook as she eased her way down, down, closer to him.

Christine's breathing became unsteady as he stood directly at the bottom of the steps and looked up at her.

"Let me help you," he offered, taking her lantern and hanging it on a hook beside his. The sound of his voice made her heartbeat spike.

He reached for her with his arms outstretched and she, fighting to appear composed, lifted hers to hold his shoulders so he could place his hands—so gently—around her waist. He lifted her from the narrow step and set her down in front of himself with the utmost care.

"Thank you," she managed to murmur without her voice cracking, but her cheeks felt warm, and her lips tingled. The rich, tangy scent of him threatened again to overwhelm her, and her hands clutched his cloak as she attempted to discreetly steady herself.

His eyes, so bright, so adoring, so pleased to be making contact with hers, held her spellbound for a moment, so that she could not have moved her hands from his shoulders if she had wanted to. Nor did his hands move from her waist in that time—on the contrary they tightened around her, as they had in the cemetery.

Once she found she could move her eyes from his, they strayed down to his lips, which were curved up into a satisfied smile that made her stomach tighten. Their faces were very close... would he kiss her...?

But after a few moments he loosened his grip and shifted back very slightly. He placed his hand over Christine's where it still rested on his shoulder, his leather glove warm and smooth.

The sight of Christine trembling on the narrow stairs—her progress lurching, but her face intent as she made her way to him—had made his heart swell with a joy hitherto unimaginable to him. It was difficult to tell in the red glow of the lanterns, but he thought her face had flushed when he reached for her.

His Christine... she was in his hands now, and he was very careful in all of his movements: he had resolved to the use of only such touches and gestures as she had already allowed him. And though she had very much allowed his kiss, their separation had stoked his longing for her to a degree such as he was sure he would struggle to control himself if he indulged in that particular pleasure just at this moment. He thought there was something different about her tonight; something intangible which he couldn't quite place, but which made her all the more alluring. Another reason he must not take too many liberties with her.

Later.

For now, he drank in the sight of her. As ever, her dark ringlets were pulled back away from her face, displaying the pale, slender column of her neck, in all its gentle grace, to full advantage. He glanced down, and was pleased when he saw the slippers on her feet.

He'd been so thoughtless, on the gala night, as to allow Christine to follow him, with only her stockings to cover her feet, down to the damp tunnels. And then on the return trip... he was disgusted with himself to even think of her poor, bare feet on the cold floor, struggling to keep pace with him as he hauled her along. There could be no repeat of that foolishness.

He'd gone out the previous night and scanned the shop windows until he found those exquisite confections of ivory satin, and blue and yellow silk thread. Christine loved blue.

This morning, as soon as Mathilde was available, he'd had her go and purchase them (and given her a little surplus, that she might get something nice for herself and for Meg. Both deserved it.)

Christine followed his gaze down to her feet, and then glanced up again when he asked, "Are you pleased with them?"

"I am, very," she replied with a bashful smile that drew her full, pink lips up at the corners in a most appealing fashion.

Her mouth was rather broad, which he understood was not considered the ideal of beauty by Tout-Paris8. It was no demure bud fit only for pretty conversation, but a rose in full bloom, made to open wide and pour out the hallowed notes of music… and other sacred tones which he hoped, soon, to draw from her.

It took a great deal of willpower for him to resist the draw which that blossoming mouth held for him; but the very temptation of it was precisely what reminded him why he must.

Instead, he lifted her left hand from his shoulder, brought it to his lips, and pressed a gentle kiss to her fingers.

Her fingers, on which his ring rested once again. The picture sent a rush through him. It was so beautiful to see the boldness of the ornament softened by the grace of the hand that bore it.

Christine's skin crisped as he bowed his head and his soft, red lips brushed her fingers. As she took in this image, she suddenly gasped.

His eyes shot open, sharp and alert, as an icy anxiety jolted through him. Had something frightened her? Had he done something wrong? He almost dropped her hand, but as he looked, he saw that she was staring at her fingers with shock, though not fear.

"It's red!" she exclaimed breathlessly, her dark eyes bright with fascination. Her hand slipped from his hold, and she held it close to her face to examine the stone in the ring, twisting the band on her finger. Perhaps thinking it would change its color again.

Relief washed through him, and then became a warm flood of affection as he admired how captivated she was by the phenomenon.

"I thought it was blue at first, in the carriage," she breathed, "and then in the dormitory it looked green... but..." she trailed off, her brow furrowing.

He reached out to take her hand again, which privilege she readily granted as she looked up at him with inquisitive eyes. Smiling as he gently cradled her hand in both of his, he looked down at the ring.

"The stone is Alexandrite," he explained. "The color changes depending on the source of light: in sunlight it shows green, in firelight red. Quite a rare gem; it was only discovered in the last century."

"H-how did you come by it?" Christine asked, feeling rather slow and stupid, having been momentarily stunned by the sweetness of his smile.

He hesitated before answering, but didn't seem able to stop himself from indulging her curiosity.

"I acquired it in Persia," he said, watching her eyes widen and fill with yet more questions.

Christine found it strange to even imagine him outside the shadows of the opera house, let alone in such an exotic, sunlit environment as Persia. The spices she had noticed in his scent made some sense now.

He read her next question in her eyes, and answered before she could ask it.

"I was contracted by the Shah, very briefly... he required a significant architectural and... inventive skill. This ring was part of the payment for my services."

One of the few parts he'd been able to escape with before the Shah could give him his full payment.

There was little good that came from his work in Persia, and it was not the sort of thing that he would boast of to as good a girl as Christine, but he couldn't help taking some pride in this proof of the value of his technical achievements.

The astonishment on Christine’s face became quite an adorable stupefaction as he revealed these details to her, and for the moment it was his pleasure to allow her to feel awed by his exotic past. At some point he would have to reveal the less enchanting details to her. But not now. He didn't want to worry about that now.

Before she could ask any more questions that he might find awkward to answer, he lifted her hand, unable to resist feeling the smooth skin against his lips again, and kissed it with every intention of doing so only briefly and then leading her on down the passage; but as he breathed in, he stopped.

Honeysuckle.

He had hit upon the impalpable difference about her this evening.

"This scent," he said softly, running his thumb over the back of her hand. "This is different...." He inhaled again, subtly. Christine's face became hot again and she was sure that she could not hide this blush even in the lantern light. She had been so preoccupied with the prospect of Raoul perceiving the difference (which was needless, it turned out—he hadn't commented on it once all day) she hadn't considered that the Phantom would take notice of it as well. Which was rather foolish, as she was quite certain that he noticed everything about her.

"Yes," she said feeling herself begin to sweat as she paused, unable to think of how to continue. The silence rang in her ears. She felt almost as though she'd forgotten the lyrics in the middle of a performance.

"I... it's my soap. I was using a lavender scent, which Raoul gave to me, but, well, I don't really like lavender. So after... after yesterday... I decided to use my old soap instead..." she said at length, concluding rather lamely.

Now he understood.

At the masquerade she had smelt of lavender, which he had noticed just at the same moment he'd seen that ridiculous, vulgar ring hanging from her neck. In the cemetery the same scent had further provoked him to doubt her, but he'd forgotten about it when she'd pledged her faith to him.

Why, exactly, such a benign scent as lavender should have vexed him so he'd not been sure, but now, with this insight, it made sense. It was a change in her from when he'd last been close to her: one that didn't suit. It was a common scent. Uninspired. Unartistic. Dull. Not at all appropriate for such a muse as she.

When she'd followed him to his home, this was the scent that had clung to her skin and hair. Fresh, clean, simple honeysuckle. It was so natural to her.

But of course Christine, always so eager to please, had used a scent she disliked for months simply to oblige her fiancé. And of course the ignorant whelp wouldn't have noticed that it didn't please her. Oh, how he loathed that dunce; he could at least have made an effort to be a worthy rival for Christine's affections.

He swallowed back the bitter taste which the Vicomte's inattentiveness to Christine's partialities left in his mouth, and instead focused on how sweetly she was blushing.

"I'm glad," he smiled—almost smirked. "I don't think lavender suited you. This..." he inhaled another pull of the sweet fragrance, "...this is much more fitting."

And for a moment he wondered if she would allow him to kiss the inside of her wrist. Something in her utterly disarmed expression told him that she would, and happily, but should he? No. He'd set his boundaries for this evening; he must abide by them… unless she told him not to.

Christine was still and silent as he seemed to be contemplating something deeply, and there was a very peculiar light in his eyes that made her insides quiver. But presently, as before, when she wondered if he would kiss her, he moved back.

He lowered her hand away from his face and held his head erect again, taking a deep breath of the cool air in the passage to clear his mind and slow his blood, which had begun to rush. Still holding her left hand in his right, he unhooked her lantern, handed it to her, and then took his own.

"Come," he urged, gently but irresistibly tugging her along. He needed to walk, to move his restless body; and their time was short enough as it was.

Christine followed, taking long strides to keep up with him, as she'd had to do in the cemetery. She understood why they needed to move quickly, having dawdled so long at the foot of the stairs, but she still trailed behind him. He did not move so fast that the pace was insupportable for her—he seemed to be very consciously regulating his speed for that very consideration—but she thought he was perhaps a little agitated. Not irate, or displeased, simply... tense.

Had he gone a little slower, she could have matched his steps and held onto his arm as they went, but the passage then narrowed, and another steep flight of stairs dropped off before them, making that impossible in any case.

Progress was much faster down these steps with his hand to hold on to, though she was sure he could have gone twice as quickly and much more gracefully without her slowing him.

"I'm sorry this path isn't as easy as the one from the dressing room," he lamented. "We'll return by another way." He'd selected this route because its ingress was nearest the dormitory, but he'd not considered how treacherous the steps were.

"I don't mind," Christine said meekly, gripping his hand on the next step down. She truly didn't mind the necessity of holding him for support, and she especially didn't mind when he lifted her from the last few steps again. She couldn't help enjoying the feeling of his hands around her.

"It's more level from here onward," he assured her, nonetheless.

They proceeded on a little ways and then Christine heard a clink, and a soft snorting, then the scrape of a hoof along the floor.

She was, therefore, not entirely surprised when they rounded a curve in the passage and came to the tremendous black horse tethered to the wall and clad in a side-saddle.

She, of course, remembered that he'd conveyed her part of the way on horseback before, but she had been so focused on him that she'd not taken much notice of the horse, and hadn't thought about it much afterward. It seemed impossible now because she recognized that she was very familiar with the animal.

It was César.

He had disappeared from the opera stable nigh on a week before Hannibal opened, apparently stolen. Christine and Meg went often to the stables to feed the horses, and had fed César treats from their very own hands almost daily. They both had been very upset by his disappearance. It was well known he was the cleverest horse in the stable, and had the sweetest temper.

M. Lachenal, the head groom, was even more upset. He was certain the Opera Ghost had been the culprit. And he had been right.

César whickered and his ears flicked up as he pawed the ground impatiently at their approach.

"Hello," Christine greeted him, smiling as César whinnied in joyful recognition. Quite absently, she handed her lantern to the Phantom and patted the horse's neck. "I've missed you."

The stallion let out a familiar contented sigh, pleased by the attention.

"Is he taking good care of you?" she whispered as César turned his head and nudged her shoulder. Christine glanced at the dark, inscrutable figure watching them, who seemed unamused by her comment to the very clearly well-looked-after horse.

In truth, he was quite taken with watching this exchange between Christine and César. Her sweetness with the creature was immaculate, the innate gentleness of her motions utterly stunning. He had often admired the virtues of such moments from afar, but it was altogether more breathtaking to witness whilst standing next to her.

After appreciating this vision for just a moment longer, he gathered himself and extinguished their lanterns, hanging them up nearby.

"You needn't worry on that score," he said, approaching and helping her to mount the steed. "César and I have always been very good friends."

As if to affirm this assertion, César turned his head to nudge the Phantom's shoulder, just as he had Christine's.

"Always?" Christine asked as she settled in the saddle.

"I visit the stable quite often," he replied simply, sounding quite sentimental as he reached over to briefly scratch César's jaw. The horse whickered and nudged him again, asking for more attention.

The Phantom spoke softly to him, patting his neck: "Not now, my friend. Later," he said. Horses were so much easier to abide with than people—they were too clever to judge by appearances.

Christine felt a singular swelling sensation in her chest, watching him interact in such a gentle, familiar way with their mutual friend.

"He certainly does like you," she said with a little smile.

"He's a good judge of character," he replied, smiling as well, as he stroked César's snout once more for good measure, and then gathered the reins in his hand.

The passage was indeed very level, but it soon became apparent that César's employment tonight was not merely a romantic gesture—it was quite justified, as this tunnel was much longer than the one from the dressing room had been. The lair must be on the complete opposite side of the building, she thought during the long ride.

They didn't speak because the Phantom had begun to sing from Roméo et Juliette:

"O night, beneath thy dark wings shelter me!"

These first lines were so softly sung and so casually begun that Christine was unsure if he was singing for her, or if this was simply his habit. It was possibly both—his choice of song, Romeo's serenade under Juliet's balcony from Act II, seemed too apropos for it to be entirely unorchestrated.

It mattered little either way, for as soon as he began his song, Christine felt herself become lost in it, as she always had done whenever his unearthly voice carried a melody to her.

"Love! Love! Ah, its intensity has disturbed my very being! But! What sudden light through yonder window breaks? ’Tis there that by night her beauty shines!"

And here, without hesitation, he turned his head to look up at Christine.

Indeed, this was no mere song of idle routine.

"Ah, arise, o sun! Turn pale the stars that, unveiled in the azure, do sparkle in the firmament! Ah, arise! Ah, arise! Appear! Appear, thou pure and enchanting star!"

Oh, it had been so long since she'd heard him sing for her, just to give her comfort and pleasure, without the taint of fear or desperation in the golden notes. His rendition would ruin this aria for her forever; not even the most mellifluous of lyric tenors would ever be able to do it justice.

Christine was swaying in the saddle as he matched the time to César's gentle gait. Or was the horse matching him?

"She is dreaming, she loosens a lock of hair, which falls to caress her cheek. Love! Love, carry my vows to her!"

She did look as though she were dreaming, so relaxed and contented with her eyes closed. But upon this last line they fluttered open and met his.

"She speaks! How beautiful she is! Ah, I heard nothing; But her eyes speak for her and my heart has answered!"

Christine found herself no longer soothed by the cavatina, but excited.

"Ah, arise, o sun! Turn pale the stars that, unveiled in the azure, do sparkle in the firmament! Ah, arise! Ah, arise! Appear! Appear, thou pure and enchanting star! Appear thou enchanting star...

As he rounded out the verse she knew it would next be Juliet's turn to sing. Did he expect her to join him? Could she resist? She knew it by heart...

"...Come, appear! Come, appear!" Romeo bade.

Without a single thought, Christine sat straighter in the saddle, and Juliet began:

"Alas! I – to hate him?! Blind, cruel hatred! O Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Refuse that fatal name which divides us, or I’ll refuse mine!"

"Is it true? Did you say it?" he demanded, his eyes desperate and hopeful—a desperate hope which Christine recognized from a frigid morning in a cemetery. "Ah, dispel the doubt in too happy a heart!" he begged.

"Who listens to me, and surprises my secrets in the darkness of night?" she challenged.

"I dare not, by naming myself, tell you who I am."

"Are you not Romeo?"

"No! I’ll no longer be he, if this detested name keeps us apart! That I may love you, let me be born again, in some other self than mine!"

"Ah!" she returned "– you know that the night hides my face from you! You know it! If your eyes could see its blushes they would bear witness to you of the purity of my heart!"

Christine sang in earnest, more ardently than she'd had occasion to in many months, and she could truly hear the difference in her voice that was inspired only when she sang for him. The fullness and richness that had been missing for three long months.

She would never have admitted it before, but Christine was glad she hadn't been given any leading roles since Hannibal.

Though her years of lessons with the Angel had given her the necessary technical skill to sing as proficiently as La Carlotta or any other Prima Donna, she knew that the depth, the passion, the angelic quality which had so captivated Paris on gala night would be conspicuously absent; and she had not thought she could have borne the disappointment of showing that ordinary kind of performance when she had tasted but briefly her own potential for true greatness.

She did need her teacher. She had been singing for months now without coaching and it was painfully apparent to her. And yet, here, now, she was not discouraged by it, as long as he looked at her.

"Away with useless evasions...do you love me? I can guess what you will answer: but make no promises! Phoebe, I fancy, with her inconstant rays lights up false oaths and laughs at lovers! Dear Romeo! Tell me honestly “I love you!” and I’ll believe you; and my honour will entrust itself to yours, o my lord, as you can trust in me!"

Her spine tingled at the way the heat of his eyes seemed to sear into her as she sang the words 'O my lord.'

"Do not accuse my heart, whose secret you know, of wantonness, because it could not keep silent... but accuse the night whose indiscreet veil has betrayed the mystery."

He indeed must have organized this duet with intention, for as Juliet's solo ended they were coming upon the shore of the underground river that would lead them to the lair.

"Before God who hears me, I pledge you my troth!"

He sang the last line of the duet as César came to a stop and, just as if they were performing on stage, the Phantom reached his hand up to her, as Romeo would, trying in vain to touch Juliet's outstretched fingers. But unlike Juliet, Christine was on a horse, not a balcony, and their hands met easily.

The Phantom.

Again she'd been forced to use an epithet for him in her head, and this gave her a great deal of disquiet, but it was momentarily driven from her thoughts as his other arm slipped around her waist to help her slide down from her mount and into his embrace.

And he held her there for a moment, gazing down into her eyes with unrestrained admiration. He couldn't help himself... his hand came up, cupped her face. It was an intimate touch. It made Christine's heart race. She could hear it pounding in her ears, and her breath came heavily.

"Oh, Christine," he whispered, and he was so close his breath washed over her face. It carried a sweet, but slightly bitter scent; one of the many notes she'd sworn herself to identify, but she couldn't hardly think to even try just now. "I have missed your voice," he said, the words laden with a tender ache. He stroked her cheek with his thumb. Otherwise he was quite still, though his breathing, too, seemed heavy.

"I-I've missed yours," she admitted, her voice breaking. To say it aloud, to hear the truth she'd so steadfastly denied for months ringing out in speech, echoing in the underground cavern, in words that another person could hear, was incredibly cathartic.

Her confession seemed to transport him. His eyes were no longer merely admiring, they were almost worshipful. It was so powerful she thought she might be crushed under the gravity of it, and so she buried her face in his shoulder again and hugged herself to him, feeling his solid breadth fill her arms as she waited until she felt she could bear the weight of his gaze again.

He seemed to lift his head and took a deep breath, which shuddered slightly. He still held her, but his arms loosened a little, so that she was quite sure she could easily have pulled from them if she'd wished to.

She didn't wish to, though.

Even when she did bring her hands to his chest and pushed back, ever so slightly, it was not because she wished to, only because it was necessary in order to tentatively raise her eyes to his.

Either the intensity of the moment had passed, or she had adjusted to bear it, because the emotion was still very much present there, but no longer did it seem to overpower her. He, too, seemed more in command of himself when he released her from his arms and lifted his hands to move hers from their resting place. With both of her hands held in his, he drew her toward the bank and, without another word except to send César trotting back up the passage, helped her to embark the little boat before boarding himself and beginning the short voyage home.

Home. With Christine.

He must be careful.

Embracing her like that had been a risk. When she'd said she missed his voice, she'd looked so sweet, so beautifully emotional, he'd almost broken his own boundaries; almost kissed her without invitation... until she'd hidden her face from him and saved him from his own imprudence. He should have known better than to hold her so closely. It would be best to keep his distance from her during their lesson.

Yes. Only approach her if necessary, he told himself. She'd hidden, though, and that troubled him. Why? Had she seen his control beginning to slip, seen the temptation overtaking him? Perhaps she had feared the coming kiss, and hidden to prevent it from taking place. Perhaps she had forgotten, in the cemetery, about his hidden, hideous countenance, and only remembered in the intervening time. He could hardly blame her for wanting to avoid any part of his face that came so close to his deformity—

Stop this, now! he commanded himself.

It was impossible that she could have forgotten his true face! Had she not said so herself, on the rooftop? Her harshness had cut him, but it was only accurate:

'Can I ever escape from that face? So distorted, deformed, it was hardly a face! '

And she had only glimpsed it.

So no, the possibility of her having forgotten must be discounted.

And in spite of it, she'd begged for him to kiss her. Passionately. Adorably. She had begged him.

Just now, she had admitted to missing him over the two days they'd been apart. So she would not hide out of fear then, would she? No! She would not have struggled with determined vigor down those treacherous steps to meet him with such delight if she feared him... The remembrance of her face when she'd seen him waiting for her set his roiling unease to rest, and he breathed a deep, calming breath.

Then it was, perhaps, that she was overcome by emotion?

He was spared any further agonizing analysis of her behaviour when he glanced down and saw that she had turned around in the boat, quite without his noticing, to sit facing him. Her arms were gathered under her knees, keeping her nightdress tucked close to her legs, and she leaned forward against her thighs, looking up at him with contemplative doe-eyes.

When previously she had ridden in this boat, Christine had sat facing forward, marveling as she took in the wonder of this subterranean realm. But the surroundings held little interest for her now, as she had infinitely more pressing thoughts on her mind.

Since he had freed her of his intoxicating proximity, her earlier concern regarding his name had returned to her in force. She wasn't sure of she could muster the courage to ask him outright when he'd not yet told her of his own choice. It felt almost like a violation. Like touching his mask. If he hadn't told her yet, he must have a reason. But surely, as he intended marriage... he must tell her sometime. Or was she to call her husband "Angel" and "Phantom" for the rest of their lives when he was neither?

And it was this which she was considering when he chanced to look down at her, and was pulled from the labyrinth of his own thoughts.

He could just see the soft rounds of the tops of her breasts where they pressed against her knees, but he forced himself to focus on her face. Clearing his throat, he said with apparent nonchalance, "You're very intent, Christine, are you making a study of me?"

His comment caught her quite off-guard, and Christine quickly looked down at her knees, embarrassed for having been caught staring. She floundered again, unsure of how to respond. She'd been presented with a chance to broach the subject which she had been contemplating, but should she?

Even as she questioned herself, though, the words came tumbling out of her.

"In the dressing room, just before you appeared in my mirror, you said I should know you, but..." and now she hesitated, trembling; remembering the words he had flung at her in his thundering fury the last time curiosity had caused her to overstep. Was she Pandora again? She couldn't speak.

Christine was in some kind of distress, he recognized it immediately, just as he had in the cemetery when she'd stumbled. At once, he ceased poling the boat along.

"'But' what?" he asked softly, eager to put her at ease. "What is it, Christine?"

He said her name so tenderly that Christine found she was able to glance at him, and gathered enough courage to find her voice again. Surely he would tell her. Did she not have a right to know?

"You've not yet told me your name," she whispered timidly. She looked down again before she'd finished speaking. Her face felt hot in a most unpleasant way.

He was silent.

This had been a mistake. Christine's palms broke into a sweat. Had she angered him? She didn't dare look at him to attempt to determine it.

She was silently cursing her own curiosity when he spoke.

"I don't honestly know that I have one," he admitted.

He didn't sound wroth. Terribly sad... not angry, though. Christine looked up and found that his expression matched his tone, to a heart-rending accuracy.

Her observation had surprised him. It was actually almost droll; in all his planning for that moment of revelation, he'd forgotten that she would need a name to call him by. He supposed an opportunity might have presented itself if he'd had more time with her that night; but he'd not accounted for her fainting in shock. And then... the subsequent events had not been conducive to openness. Any further consideration of the subject had been completely driven from his mind, with how badly his plans had gone awry. And now it seemed she could barely bring herself to ask him. There was some fear there in her eyes when they met his. That must be remedied at once. She mustn't be frightened of him, so he must answer her, gently and as fully as possible.

"My father's surname was 'Vachon', but I don't remember if my mother ever gave me a Christian name," he said, struggling to keep eye-contact with Christine as he told her this; but he must. It was vital. "She may have done, but I don't recall her ever calling me by it. My mother... was ashamed of me..." That was so much an understatement it was almost a lie—resented would have been a more accurate word, or better still, loathed. "When I... was older, I took the name 'Erik'. Few people have ever known me by it. It would please me if you did."

Christine felt reassured by the weight of this short history; and there was so much he'd not told her, she was certain of it by the pain she could hear underlying his composure. Yet, at the same time, she felt, not happy, but something akin to happiness—he could simply have said 'Erik' if that was what he wished her to call him. He'd not only told her his chosen name, but also these intimate details. She felt trusted, and that solaced her greatly.

"Erik," she repeated softly with a sweet smile, and hugged her legs a little more tightly to calm whatever floating sensation had been stirred inside her. She looked down again, but neither fear nor shame was the motivation this time.

Few people, thought Erik. And none of them had ever spoken it with that sweet affection or... pleasure. He longed desperately to kneel in the boat before her. To take up her hands, and kiss her sweet fingers again.

He restrained himself, gripping the pole tightly instead, and resuming their progress. The boat once again began slicing through the murky water of the canal.

A few silent moments later, she glanced up at him and observed: "Erik is a Scandinavian name..." A notion had crossed her mind... he'd not said exactly when he'd chosen his name... could it be that he...?

Again he seemed to read the question in her eyes, and smiled in amusement.

"I took that name by happenstance, long before I knew you." He'd almost said, 'met you', but that somehow felt insensitive to the fact that they had only properly met on the night he took her to his home.

Christine was a little relieved—as touching as it might have been for him to have chosen his name to appeal to her and her ancestry, that would have been a bit too... much, even for one as romantic as herself.

She asked no further questions, now content to gaze at him again, and to feel no shame in the activity. She had asked, and he had revealed more of himself to her, and she felt freer for it.

By and by, she heard a familiar, metal cranking sound that made her insides swoop and her heart thud from a vivid memory.

She turned in the boat to see the iron portcullis opening to admit them.

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Author's Notes

#when the longing returns #phan phic #phantom of the opera fanfiction #poto fanfiction #erik x christine #christine x erik #eristine #poto e/c #e/c #christine daaé #christine daae #erik the phantom #poto erik #erik poto #phantom of the opera #poto

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APRIL FOOLS JOKE POST Mondo Owada x Me PART 3!! THE FUCKENING :0

soz I haven't been posting. I'll make an update soon C:

still tho gotta do my yearly april fools day post!!

FUCKING SHIT WIENER COCK DOODLE!! HEY DICK NOSES IT’S BUBZ CHAN AND IM MAD. RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHDFNNJHBNJHBGBHNJHBGVHNHBVGBNBHHB

Okay so like last year that little cock weasel, monocumstain killed my boyfriend, mondo because he was mad he commited a hate crime and fucked me on the tables in the cafeteria, coating them in his dick cheese in the process. UGGGGHH

BUT ACTUALLY I WAS THE ONE WHO WAS REALLY PUNISHED BECAUSE I WAS THE ONE TASKED WITH SCRAPING HIS SMEGMA OFF OF EVERY SURFACE OF THE SCHOOL!!!! >:C

I was in the midst of using a metal spatula to scrape off his dried up mondo butter from under the tables when I felt a horrible pain filling my chest.

“Ow tf” I sayed

“Shut the fuck up” said Kyoto

“No you cunt, my stomach really hurts.”

“Well no shit we’re all like a million years old now and during that whole time mondo was fuckin destroying your organs.” Said toastermi

“…

…

Shit u right.” And then I felt another horrible fucking pain in my tummy!!! “AHHHHHHFHDNDNBDNDJDNDND NO YOU BITCHES IDK WHATS HAPPENING”

“maybe u need a nap c: “ Nina told me

“YOU DONUT SUCKING FUCK WAD HELP ME.” 

“DON’T WORRY YALL I GOT THIS!” Said sakura, kicking me as hard as she could in the stomach making my organs squirt out of my ass with a loud shlorp. 

“OH SHIT IN THE SINK GET HER TO THE SINK!” Shouted byakuya bc he thought it was my period and he was scared of periods and stuf. 

So yea soccer ball carried me over her shoulder into the kitchen and plopped me in the sink where I screamed and farted loudly lmfao. I really hope that no one actually gets turned on by this dear fucking god. 

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” idk how birth works soz. 

So yeah I shitted out a bb. 

“What the fuck” Said everyone collectively. 

“Goo goo ga ga 😀” He goo goo ga gad

“HOW THE SHIT DID THIS HAPPEN?” 

“Because you had tons of unprotected sex with mondo.”

“Oh yeah ur right. Alright well… Idk ummm ill name u mondo after ur dad ig.”

“otay” he said bc that’s how babies talk according to fan fic writers wtf is wrong with you people??

“Acutually you can;t lol” said byakuya smartily. “Bc if u did that everytime you called him that hed think of how u fucked his dad or some shit.”

“Byakuya what the actual fuck. I don’t think you understand the absurdity of what you just said. Not only is that sexualizing my infant son, but it’s also an incredibly perverse interpretation of a healthy relationship based on love and respect, and now that he’s passed us on, it’s all the more insensitive.” I told him and everyone started clapping. I looked at the fuckin kid and thought and thought. “Wait wat was mondo’s brother’s name again?”

“Diarrhea.” Sayd makoto.

“LMAOOOOO k ur names diarrhea.” i told the child. 

“K lol.” he said. 

“Ermmm… ERRRRMM…. ERRRMEN AOT…… ERMINEM SLIM SHABBY SLIM ANUS….. ERRRRM…” byakuya erms.

“WHAT WANT BUTT FART???” I sowed   

“well everyone knows that babies need a mommy and daddy or else thre brains wont work. so im volunteering to be ur rich and morty. fuck wait no. rich baby daddy” he explammmed rickbabydaddily 

“??? Tf no!! richie bitches suck” and then I rapped the entirety of piggy pie by icp for everyone but it was a parody that fit the situation like that one mlp web series we all watched as kids that had the parody wreck it ralph op and there was also fuckin evelyn evelyn and confrontation from jekly and hyde parodies ummmm… hold on let me google it. PRINCESS TRIXIE SPARKLE BY MAGPIE PONY.

so I took a break from writing this and taking care of my bastard son to re watch that series and then the first four seasons of mlp and then like all of rainbow dash presents fuck i miss the early days of mlp lmao    

So anyways after that I came out of my room and Daiya II was like a teenager because I was watching mlp content for like fifteen years. 

“Hewwo mwommy” he said 

“Ew why do you still talk like that? Get that shit out of here.”

“Jeez you’re such a bitch.” He told me.

“:0??? >:0! Go to ur room you little shit!” 

“NO mom! >:0! YOU go to YOUR room!”

“Wait what.” and then my own son stabbed me. “Ow bitch u stabbed me in the tit.” 

“Yea but it’s dedly bc ur like 47893845748398.”

“...”

“...”

“SHIT” so yeah I fuckin died. 

“You… cunt.” I said and stoped living. 

When I woke up I was in hell. And who else was there???

Ur MOM! (sorry if ur mom is actually ded or somethin rip)

BUT ALSO MONDO AND DAIYA OWADA (the first one not my son)???? :0

“Hey cootie ;0” said doodie owada

“MONDO!” I cried running over to him.

“Am I a joke to you?” Daiya asked bc i ignored his dumb ass

“Wassup bbygrl C:” Mondo asked. 

“I missed you so much.” I told him. 

“Awww”

…

…

…

…

… 

“Kay let’s fuck already.” 

“K.” 

Our clothes all burned off bc my homophobic relatives tell me that I hell is hot. Then they bent me over. I suckked daiyas dick and took mondos in my ass. 

“Glucglucglucglucglucgluc” i said suckn dick. 

“Coom” and then I fake my organism. 

Soooo yeah were done and were just chillin wit angel hazbin hotel bc it’s hell. BUT IT TURNED OUT THAT DAIYA II WAS THERE BC HE WAS EXECUTED LMFAO

Anyways happy april fools day seeya next year :3

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I really love your writing! Can we cet a continuation of https://shywhumpauthor.tumblr.com/post/688950485413183488/long-dramatic-sigh-fiiineee-ig-i-could-be-a-good Please!

Of course! Sorry this is more on the short side, i wasn’t entirely sure where to go with it heh

Basically unedited cause im tired lol sorry

Prev.

Cw: threats, mentioned forced feeding, past abuse, starvation, kidnapping, trauma, manipulation

“You have to eat, kid,” Villain sighed, disappointment seeping unto their tone as they glanced at the untouched tray on Sidekick’s desk.

It had been four days since Sidekick’s “capture”, and Villain had yet to get them to eat anything. They were already thin to begin with—concerningly so. Their cheeks were sunken, their bones poking out from their skin. Villain was confident that if they lifted their shirt, they’d be able to count each of Sidekick’s ribs.

“Come on, just a few bites, then I’ll leave you alone,” Villain offered, setting the fresh plate down on the desk and picking up the old one.

From across the room, silently tucked into the corner, Sidekick shook their head.

Villain sighed again, watching as Sidekick withdrew themself further, pulling the blanket tighter around their malnourished frame. It had been a long battle getting Sidekick accustomed to the fact that Villain wasnt going to hurt them, and an even longer one to try and make them comfortable. For whatever reason, Sidekick refused to go anywhere near the bed, instead settling themself into the corner farthest from the door. It had taken a lot of convincing on Villain’s half, but they had finally gotten Sidekick to accept a blanket. Even though the room was temperature controlled, a cold draft always managed to sneak in.

“Look, sidekick,” Villain started, setting the old tray down for a moment. “I’m not going to sit here and let you starve. So, what’s the problem? Do you not like peas? Worried it’s poisoned? You know if I was going to kill you, I would’ve done it already, right? So-” Villain caught themself before the words “just tell me” managed to slip out. Sure, they were a villain, but that’d just be a whole different level of cruel mockery.

Villain waited a moment, watching as Sidekick pulled the blanket over their head.

“Kid, I don’t want to have to force you to eat,” They began again carefully, eyes locked on Sidekick’s hunched form. “But if you wont eat on your own..”

From under the blanket they could hear Sidekick draw in a breath, their eyes peeking out from deep within the folds of wool. Villain’s heart twisted as they watched tears well in Sidekick’s mistrustful gaze, but they had to stay strong.

Villain had tried bargaining. They had tried pleading and bribery, promising and sweet-talk, but nothing had seemed to work. Eventually, Villain had gotten to the point where their only choice was to speak in a language Sidekick clearly knew.

“Kid, I’ll leave if that’s what you’re worried about, but I am sick of wasting food. Now if you don’t start eating on your own, you know what happens? I drag you up to the infirmary and they shove a tube down your throat, deliver nutrients that way. Is that what you want? Cause if it is you could have saved me a lot of time here.” Though Villain’s voice raised only a fraction, it seemed to do the trick. Something in sidekick’s mind had flipped, villain realized with a sigh of relief as Sidekick slowly unraveled the blanket from around themself and stood up.

They stepped back, allowing Sidekick space as they slowly walked over to the desk, watching as they hesitated before the plate.

“Good,” Villain gave a stiff nod and quiet praise, taking another step back towards the door. “I’ll be back in half an hour. I want you to eat all of this food before then, or I’m going to take you to the infirmary. Understand?”

They waited, eyes boring into Sidekick’s until they gave a small nod.

And without another word, Villain left the room, shutting the door behind them.

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[omegasmileyface]

he thinks being old makes him a genius and when he was young he thought being young made him a genius. he thinks hes the only person on earth with critical thinking skills, and whenever he comes up with a new theory he hasnt heard before, he assumes the reason he hasnt heard it is because no one else was creatove enough to think of it. it couldnt POSSIBLY be that experts have thought of it and disproven it— hes the first person to think of it, and since it makes sense and has potential, that means it MUST be true. and if HE discovered a truth before the experts did, that means theyre unqualified to be experts, and he's the only person whose ideas matter. did you know it was me who started feeding the birds? because corvids are my favorite. so i researched for weeks, and started investing in unsalted peanuts so i could throw them out on a regular basis. and when i would go off to school, he would "feed the birds for me". mom and i both told him to stop, because he wasnt making my hobby easier, he was taking it from me. this was now something i didnt get to do, because feeding the birds more often is bad for them and makes them dependent. "no, theyre birds, they wont get dependent," he would say, with the tone of someone letting a toddler know that of course the sun will still rise even if you dont go to sleep. and he kept feeding the birds. and when he cant find the exact brand of peanuts id been buying, he just goes for whatever other peanuts he can find— he doesnt care if theyre unsalted. because he never did that research. and now he feeds them every day and he loves the crows and he hates the ravens and the magpies and the bluejays, all some of my favorite animals, because theyre "greedy". he acts like he can tell the individuals apart (he cant) and he gives them names and watches their drama and gives me updates on "my" birds like i didnt stop feeding them years ago. i HAD to stop because he didnt, because he didnt listen. he NEVER listens. and when he thinks the bread is too old? not when its moldy, when he decided it's "too old" like he knows, like he buys the groceries, like he notices when new groceries need to be bought, like when he shops he gets what we asked for and not something vaguely, vaguely related but the wrong kind and four times the price? he gives it to the birds. he gives pieces of factory-made wheat bread to crows like a child feeding ducks without reading the sign. and ive told him its bad for them, the same way salted peanuts are, the same way overdependence is, the same way mowing is bad for the local ecosystem, the same way keeping his phone plugged in is bad for its battery, the same way ignoring research is bad for science. but he doesnt care, because its not, because if bread was bad for the my his crows that would mean he was wrong. and hes always right! hes right when hes a husband leaving his dishes in the wrong place every single day, when hes an experienced cook leaving the pot handle poking directly out into the room, when hes a weatherman saying climate change isnt real, when hes a proudly observant man breaking the smoke detector when he installs it, when hes an experienced trucker going 20 mph over the speed limit, when hes a compassionate and wise man saying russians are genetically predisposed to lying, when hes a genius saying the etymology of "meme" is "e-memo", and when hes a father telling his child whose real gender he doesnt even know that fear is a choice. daddy knows best.

#he doesnt even know where we keep the pasta. i wouldnt trust him with sentence let alone a child. #sorry. i am the angriest thing on earth and i cannot show it inside my house for some reason. so it builds up.

[yourpalghost]

Comforting the Eclipse.

Some days are just bad. But a friend can make them easier.

Basically some hurt comfort for eclipse fans

You knew something was up the second you walked in the door to your shared apartment and you saw their four arms. It had been a while since They had paid you a visit which you considered a good thing. They did too, of course. They didn’t like having to be in control.

“Whats on your mind, buddy?” You greet, skipping the fluff and niceties in favour of caring for them. Their head swiffled though they stayed seated on the couch. Four pupils locked in you.

“We don’t know,” they admit. Their arms are wrapped loosely around their legs, curled up on the couch, slippers abandoned on the floor before them. “After you left, we just.” The animatronic shrugged as they moved one hand to act as a rest for their chin. “Woke up.” You nod, depositing your keys in the bowl on the entry table, kicking off your shoes into the corner by the front door.

“And we don’t know what triggered the change?” You ask, coming to sit beside them on the couch but giving them room so they wouldn't feel crowded. Their sharp toothed mouth curved down in a frown and they shook their head.

“Thats okay,” you assure them. “What would you like me to do?” They look away from you as they think, likely alleviating some perceived pressure to please you.

“What are the options?” They ask after a moment, voice quiet.

“Well,” you settle into your seat a little more. “We could talk about it,” you start. Eclipse gives that idea a distasteful look. The corner of your mouth quirks up. “We can try a distraction,” this gets you not real reaction so you continue. “Or i can leave you alone.”

“We have been alone all day. We missed you. Please don’t leave.” They request but its clear in the lack of urgency that they trust you. They gently reach for you with one hand. You smile and take the appendage.

“I wont. Do you want me to hold you?” You offer, giving the hand now in your care an affectionate squeeze.

“We would appreciate that,” eclipse answers. You turn so youre facing them, one leg up on the couch and the other slung over the side, toes brushing the floor. When you open your arms to the animatronic, the crawl delicately into place, resting their head on your chest, careful of their rays. Behind them, they pull up a blanket over the both of you and you settled your hands on their back over the soft warm fabric. “We think a distraction would be nice,” they confess after a moment. You pat them gently and shift as little as possible to grab the remote from the coffee table.

“Animated or life action?” You ask. They mull it over.

“Live. Animated hurts right now.” You hum in response.

“New or old?” You then ask.

“New is fine.”

“We can do that,” you assure. You put on a live action film you're sure they haven't seen yet and settle in under them, rubbing softly at their back as you watch the movie. You aren’t sure when the switch happens, but when the movie is over, moon is in your arms. You don't say anything to acknowledge it. You just hold him and put on another movie.

#ficlet #fnaf eclipse #fnaf sb eclipse #fnaf sb y/n #fnaf sb #fnaf daycare attendant #ccbagt #fic

[pa1ntsta1n]

Double date?

Part 1 of the idea i had in my head lol.

Unedited and probably doesnt make sense,

Have fun reading! Ill prob delete it in a few anyways lol,

Ever since last night, Levi’s day has been shit. He’s realised he lost his key’s, he’s out of food so he cant go out and buy some instead of order junk food, he’s even more sleep deprived than usual because he had to pick his lock to get in, AND he stubbed his toe while searching his apartment.

After repeatedly checking his apartment (a total of 10 times in the past 2 hours) he ultimately gave up. instead reaching for his phone to text his mother,

Messages

——————————————————————————

Levi

Hey mom, can i borrow your spare keys for my apartment?, i need to get another copy.

Kuchel

Of course! What happened to your original pair?

Levi

I dont know, i lost them yesterday

Kuchel

Alright, im still at work right now, ill text you when im home.

Or you do you want kenny to bring the keys to you?,

Levi

No thanks, id rather not trust him with a car.

Bye mom, love you.

Kuchel

Love you too! ❤️❤️

Releasing a sigh of relief, he paused before he closed his phone to take a shower. As if on cue he was attacked with a frenzy of texts from no other, than hanji themself.

Messages

Hanji

(IMAGINE A TIKTOK URL THINGY)

LEVII LEVI

LEVIII

HEYY

LEVII REPLYU

ITS UU

AND THE PRETTY PERSON IS THERE

OMGGG

LEVIIII

Erwin

Hanji??

Are you alright??

Hanji

ERWINN

ITS A TIKTOK OF THE PRETTY PERSON LEVI SAW

ONGGG

ITS HIS CHANCE

THIS COULD BE A LOVE STORYYY

OMGG LEVIII

Erwin

You mean them??

The person levi could NOT take his eyes off??

Hanji

YESS THEM

THE ONE WITH THE PINK CAT CARRIER

IYS THEMMM WATCH IT ERWINNN

WE’RE WATCHING A LOVE STORY IN THE MAKING AHHDJDJDHJDJDKSJJD

LEVKDJSKDJ

LWVIIDJDKDK

SNSWERR RNN

YJU CANG LEQVD THEM HANGINHHHHDJD

Levi

stfu four eyes.

my phone’s about to explode thanks to you

Hanji

JUST OPEN TJE GKDDAMN TIKTOKKK

ITS NOY A RICKROLL TRUST NEE

PLEASEE

IF H DONT U’LK REGRET ITT

Levi

No im not watching a random tiktok u sent me.

Last time i open one i was traumatised after.

Erwin

Its worth it Levi. They found your keys.

And with that single thought in mind he clicked the link. Ignoring the thundering notifications all stemming from the groupchat, he continued to watch.

A familiar head of hair filled his view, as the text-to-speech voice started, “to the hot guy in all black at Rose Clinical Vet, 1st of march, at 9am, with the adorable calico cat,

I think our cats fell in love<3.

And i found your keys!”.

Indeed it was them(aka you😍😍✋), the same person who was at the vet when levi left, and the one who walked out of the groomer’s across the street.

FLASHBACK?

Eagerly waiting for the vet to call him into the room, his cat anxiously wriggling around in her carrier, in attempts to calm her down, he mutters “shht, ur fine, ur okay. This wont be long, trust me i dont wanna be here either.”

Turning his attention now to his phone, he pulls his keys out to give to Pip, his cat.

(Kuchel thought he was lonely so she got him a kitten 2 years before. Pip was the runt and a stray so according to Kenny, it was the perfect match, so he started calling the kitten Pipsqueak, then it just stuck.)

His reassuring words dont work on poor Pip though, not until the entry bell rang and Pip went silent. The two cats did indeed fall in love, the cream maine coon maintaining eye contact with the younger calico.

Levi completely oblivious and glad his cat stopped complaining just mindlessly went on with his morning.

This was until his name was called to bring Pip into the doctor’s office and he caught the sight of them.

#kinda cringe lol #levi ackerman x reader #levi x y/n #levi x reader #i apologise profusely #there was an attempt #this was in my drafts #cringe warning

[writing-for-the-hell-of-it]

his angel in disguise chapter 5

Come along see how y/n and Damian end up together In a bad place the doctor assassin y/n and killer assassin Vigilante Damian

"22 year old Damian stood all alone with the justice league tied up about the fight Slade Wilson as the battle gaged who is worried no one to back him up until she drops down she was there shadow he watched as spade jumped and she blocked as the entered a intense battle not knowing if they'd come out victorious"

See them grow and get through hard times watch him fall for her and her fall for him

character list

DISCLAIMER: I do not own dc or any other character In this unless started otherwise all dc character are from the Warner bros

⚠️WARNING⚠️ Blood cussing fighting some spicy seen no full on smut

infinity Island may 17th 4:00 am

y/ns pov

I woke up to a sudden stop on the boute i here talia scream “were here lets start unloading” i got up still groggy i grab my bag and and head off as some of the loyal assassins began to un loud once i got to the entrance i was greeted by Sensei  and Cheshire The Sensei was an aged martial arts master from Hong Kong and the second-in-command of Ra's al Ghul's League of Assassins. He did his work from infinity island and Jade, tired of living a life that was reliant on failing adults, decided to abandon her family in pursuit of a better one. Somehow, through her journey alone, she made it to the League of Shadows and gave herself the agent name Cheshire she  is a highly skilled assassin and  is the daughter of Lawrence aka sports master and Paula Crock aka Huntress tho her mom is no longer active and her dad is a traeder but she has been loyal talia said its because she has a crush on me i think is because she hates her dad but who knows 

“Welcom we are so sorry for all this but cheshire will show you to were you will be staying well me and talia talk about what comes next” sansei said and usually i would put up a fight but i was still tired and sad that damian was not here so i just nodded and followed 

“So where's the next demon he usually attached to your hip when you come to talk business” i know that of i don't answer she wont stop bugging me and i don't need that

“He's with his dad”

“I didn't even know he knew his dad”

“He's getting to know him” as we reached the end of the hall the conversation ending 

“So this is your room maybe i can help you get sette-”

“No i mean im ok im just gonna put my stuff down and just rest so if you could just let me be that would be nice” and before she could answer i slammed the door in her face ya i know its rude but god dammit she was right im so used to damian being with me at these things and i hate to say it but im sad i'm terrified i hate being in this beas in this life without him but i know i have to stay tis just so much but i can stick it out 

With Damian may 17th 5:00 am

In his room

It's been two days since i hade to leave the base and four days since the death of my grandfather death in this time i convinced my father to let me take up the mantle of robin  and found out i have 3 older brothers who are already pines in my ass dick is the oldest he's smiling all the time and seems to be kind to all jason is second oldest he clearly loves to piss off father i was aware of red hood from when grandfather had brought him back but this is my first time meeting him drake is a bitch who thinks he was the best robin and it seems like he never sleeps 

Father seems cochise of me i don't believe he likes me all to much but why should i care this is temporary i will be back home with my mother and beloved soon 

“Damian alfred says its breakfast now”

God todd

#damian al ghul x reader #damian wayen x reader #damian wayne x y/n #robin x reader #damian wayne #damian al ghul #robin #damian wayne imagine #robin imagine #damian wayne sires #robin sires #damian al ghul imagine

[jrpneblog]

Rearguard action keeps the back door closed

This was one of those games that will send people to the pub on a Saturday afternoon and not to their local football ground. An ultra defensive visiting team on a bad run, determined not to concede, against a team with good recent history but who are now looking a shadow of their former selves as they idle mid table looking for inspiration. For those not up to speed with North End`s current form and lack of goals, well they could be forgiven for thinking this was a good point on the road especially against a volery of Canaries with quite a number of seasons in the Premier League in recent years. However, for me, it was the very least we could hope for if we wanted to start some sort of re-building process after two wins in twelve prior to the start of the game. North End certainly played their best football in their own half but this obsession with going sideways and backwards is awful to watch week in and week out and I salute the 504 hardy souls who made their way to Carrow Road and backed the team start to finish.

Ryan Lowe, once again, made four changes to the starting eleven with McCann, Whatmough, Potts and Millar coming in for Ramsay, Frokjaer, Holmes and Keane. The game started quite tepidly with both teams intent on not conceding. The home side soon got into their stride, though, and a shot flashed past Freddie Woodman's post on the quarter hour. The keeper was soon in action again to save superbly from Hernandez and on the half hour Lindsay blocked well to save the day. Having said that Norwich were not over running us even though they were playing the better football and having twice the possession that North End were having. Just before the interval Browne nipped in between defender and keeper but just couldn't do enough to rattle the onion bag and give North End the lead going into the break.

No changes for North End at the break as the managers Master Plan had obviously worked a treat in his eyes. Potts had a couple of chances early in the second half but neither were on target. This was North End`s best spell of the game and Whiteman hit the bar just after the hour mark to give North End hope. Unfortunately we went back in our shell instead of trying to push home the advantage and Norwich missed a sitter with quarter of an hour left as Gibbs fired wide of a gaping goal. I thought that Liam Lindsay had maybe just done enough to put him off. Brown then put in a superb block late in the game to save the day for North End. Right at the death we could have won the game when the ball fell to Whatmough just a few yards out but his effort was blocked and we comfortably saw the rest of the game out without any major concerns to take a share of the spoils in a really drab affair.

So a point in Norfolk that seemed to please some but an almost non existent attacking threat that irritated others. The manager had some interesting comments after the game but I wont dwell on them as Im sure people can make their own minds up. Wherever you sit in terms of the Ryan Lowe issue I think this game just maintained the status quo of where we were before kick off. I dont think the manager gained any kudos from the game but a point at Norwich certainly didn't aggravate the situation too much. However the facts are we have still only won two games out of the last thirteen and we haven't scored in the last three. I think it is a huge game at Huddersfield on Tuesday night but I have been saying that for a few weeks, now. A decent defensive performance at Norwich - but that is all and I want to see some real attacking intent at the John Smiths Stadium on Tuesday evening.

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NORWICH CITY 0-0 PRESTON

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WOODMAN 7

STOREY 7 WHATMOUGH 7 LINDSAY 7 HUGHES 7

WHITEMAN 6 McCANN 6

POTTS 6 MILLAR 6 BROWNE 7

EVANS 6

.

Subs:

HOLMES 6

LEDSON 6

BRADY 6

.

MOTM: Freddie Woodman

Attendance 25,761

Preston Fans 504 (1.96%).

[trippygalaxy]

I GOT NEW STORYYYYYYYY CHAOTIC UMMMMM WITH UHHHHH......four >:)))))

Readers POV:

"FOURRRRRR, MY LOVE, MY DARLING, DO YOU HAVE MY UHHHH NOTEBOOK?" I haven't seen my drawing book and rn im like going GRRRRR WOOOO AHHHHH NAUR RHDHDNDHDNDHDB and its not feeling well "No need to yell im right here also, since when was I your love of your life?" Uhhhh "Since i dont know, im srry I ASKED YOU SMT FIRST BOI" BRO ISTG "No i havent seen it, why are you so worried anyway? Im sure you can make a new one!" He chuckled but me, im so close to getting my chancla and whoope him- " No i cant just 'make a new one' plus im worried if one of you gremlin monos have it" Actually because i have so many drawings and there to precious also i drew the links in to many weird stuff "Im sure we will find it!" Hmmm im not so sure cause i havent seen it all mornin but i dont wanna say that "well imma start searchin, wanna join? Two is always better than one!" I want him to join so that i wont be alone also cause ik he wont be pressuring me "sure!"

Its been hours nowwwwww GRRRRRRRR IF I DONT FIND IT IMMA BLOWWWWW GRRRRRRR "BRO WHERE IS IT, RAHHHHHHH" I WANT EVERYONE TO KNOW MA PAINNN "We havent asked wind yet, he might have it" OH YEA, THAT GREMLIN "oh yeaaaaaa........." it was quite for a hot second till " WIND GET YOUR GOOFY ASS OVER HERE RIGHT NOW OR I WILL WHOOPE YOUR ASS WITH MY CHANCLA, ON MY DEAD GOLDFISH" I yelled, that last part was i joke cause i dont have a goldfish and i hope i never do cause i know for a fact its gonna die on the first day "WHY, CMONNNN I WAS SO CLOSE TO MAKING LEGEND GIVE ME RUPEES" He yelled back, aint no wayyyy " JUST COME OVER HERE" Four is just watching looking very cute very pretty very scrumpdelicious "What do you wanttttt" He said whining "Do you have ny sketchbook?" I said while giving him a glare saying to tell me the truth. Bros rn rattled. "Fineeee, here u didnt even let me look at it" WHY IS HE WHINING THATS A GOOD THING "Good now if you ever take it istg" " BYEEEEEEE" grrrrrr he lucky he walked away "well you found it! Im happy for you" hmmm i wanna give him smt. He looked at me and i stared at his eyes. I walked towards him stopping right in front of him...... "mwah" He is bright beight red "TANKEUUHUU I RLLY APPRICATE IT NOW I GTG AND SEE IF THAT MONO RLLY DIDNT LOOK AT IT" I yelled while walking away. Today was a very good day!

I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS ONEEEE LOL THIS BASED ON A TRUE STORY EXCEPT I HAVE NO LOVER SO NO KISSES LOL NEXT UP I THINK MIGHT BE WILD OR SOMEONE IDRK, HOPE UR WELL AND UM RN IM TOTALLY NOT CREATIN ALT ACCOUNTS TO FOLLOW YOU 😜

HDSAJKDKAFSA YES!!!!!!!!

LOVING how supportive four is-- hes such a sweetheart DHSAJKDAH

I love the random barking in the middle of the frustration AHAHHAH CAUSE ME TOO! AT ONE POINT WORDS ARE JUST NAH AND IM JJUST GOING FOR FERAL AT THIS POINT

WHO ARE YOUUU MY MYSTERIOUS ANON!? AND WHY ARE YOU MAKING SO MANY ALT ACCOUNTS---

i hope to gods you arent the porn bots DHSJAK /j /j

#trippy answers #anon ask #tales from the void