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ruumirmir · 1 year ago

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HEHHEHGHEHGHHHEHEHGH HOW COULD I NOT GET THE HOUSE OF WOLVES REFERENCE that was THE roman empire that got me So invested into the harbingers. ESPECIALLY PANTALONE cause the umbrella + gun combo was Doing it for me. Ladies first ig cause Navia is slaying that gunbrella now ＞︿＜

J Michael Tatum agenda coming in with the STEEL CHAIR in the holy year of 2024 cause the new black butler season just dropped OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH wdym sebastian is wearing GLASSES with the HANGING METAL CHAINS as well. I will die perhaps. Also im breaking my silence today: I think Pantalone's japanese VA was the biggest L of the century. Naur..... why is it that deep.... Threw me off so hard.... IM going to rank the VA's in order of how i like them:

English (beautiful. Evil boy. Cunning. Your typical (^_^) faced anime snake. perhaps a little mischievious. Teehee. Fucking kills you <3)

Chinese (your shady coworker. But hes fairly chill. You guys do your accounting maths homework over a cup of coffee sometimes)

Russian (its giving Zhenya from Codename Anastasia. I need to run far away as possible. Sexy 10/10 tho)

Korean (feels like hes mentally spitting on my face. okay damn egocentric ceo boss I wont ever breathe the same air as you please forgive me)

Latin Spanish (yeah i can see it. Kinda. Might have to squint tho.)

French (this is what the commedia del arte pantalone would sound like. VA caster was nawt aware of the gacha game design changes however)

Indonesian (im calling a trusted adult. Speaking like he wants to steal christmas)

JAPANESE (Brother eugh (σ｀д′)σ )

movnig on- MILDLY DEGRADING PANTALONE down on my knees im going 🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️ nothing rivals a "good boy" imo but MMMM. maybe. JUST A LITTLE. very small amount to keep reader on his toes. We wouldn't want to make the Loverboy cry- Also my small HC that earlier on in Pantalone's years of fatui work,, he had a much shorter temper that blew up in places. inexperienced with ambitions and was much more OPEN with his emotions. But now as we're seeing it- mellowed out over the years. Devleoped a GOOD poker face,, a businessman is nothing without one after all. Does this make sense-

Ough Pantalone with that aura of cocksure appreciation and disapproval to prod and poke loverboy off his rails of fear and reservations to grow into his own beautiful and deadly UNIT . Which the future harbinger would love to keep under his thumb. "Im doing whats best for you" kinda thing.

Thats the very basic spoiler-free skeleton principle of what drives Hannibal- if you've seen/read it by now ...(*￣０￣)ノ Hannibal recognizes the deep buried down potential of Will Graham becoming someone like him and pushes him towards it. Hannibal doesn't DO the corruption arc,, just winds up the key on the toy's back and watches it go. Tips one domino to send it tumbling all on its own. Thats how pantalone would operate i think. Its never NOT a game of chess for him.

Ririto brain fart moment?? 😭😂 its ok bb i forgive your big silly happens to the best of us </3 Who did you think to write as the Anon source? Some chara we already know? 👁👁

OKAY that was outta NOWHERE- dont worry,, like father like son- hes gonna be riding THE fatui dick during his career at somepoint too- WOOAAHHHH who said that . Hilarious how this is suposed to be a Male reader but i wouldnt mind self inserting as pantalone cause a Loverboy whimpering audio isnt something I'd pass up.

NOW onto the main event: I've done some thinking for the small revisions/ fitting that oneshot into the timeline,, Reader is a born and raised Snezhnayan,, Pantalone is born in Liyue (pry this hc from my dead HANDS hoyoverse) but he's renounced that nation and its god for never lending a helping hand,, and now resides in Snezhnaya under the Tsaritza. Based on Arlecchino's jab at him in the Lazzo trailer,, Im assuming Pantalone RARELY ever travels out of snezhnaya.

For this,, let's just say: This is Loverboy's 3rd year of service, where all fatuus are mandated to carry out orders abroad. Work experience and what not. Maybe 4-ish months into working bank in liyue, reader is vibing- but orders come from Pantalone,, a handful of fatui are expected to dig up dirt on a Liyuean man's business and report back to Pantalone. It's CEO boss would be meeting Pantaloone soon. Small group project. No biggie. Loverboy isn't stupid. The fatui didnt make it to where they are WITHOUT underhanded ethics.

So he goes. Back to snezhnaya in his group with trade secrets in tow. The meeting goes terribly. bullets and blades fly. So does loverboy and pantalone out a window. A hydro vision is granted. Pantalone does the kill FOR reader. You know how it goes-

Im thinking that this mission with loverboy's first blood can be the follow up Part 2 of that. Pantalone gets to: 1. tie up loose ends with any witnesses that got away. Can't have the scandal of a failed endeavor run thorugh the streets. 2. take his relatively naive subordinate for a spin. He simply Had to see what made Celestia grant their authority unto loverboy. And not him

Afterwards when all is said and done, man killed and Loverboy dismissed back to liyue to finish his final year of duty,, pantalone can rest a little easy knowing reader is on the right track for now,, afterall, there's only so much he can do as a High ranked fatui Officiant. He has his own goals to conquer for now,, maybe he'll get back to his loverboy pet project After becoming a Harbinger.

Good things come to those who wait. It's a matter of how long. I think pantalone can already guess that reader would quit the fatui business after his mandated 3 years. Thats fine with him tho. He know's Loverboy would come right back.

BONUS ANNOTATED THOUGHT:

His smile doesn't falter. "Speak up. When we want things, we ask for them directly. Do I make myself clear?" You hastily nod as best you can.

plus this part from my other req:

Regrator is 28, and then 29, and then 30. And his offer is finally accepted afterall, because he needs to resist smirking at the one who came crawling back.

OOoOOoOOoooOOOoO what if this was the character development of what pantalone said to him. After the time skip of many years, Loverboy returns with a sharp glint in his eyes, stalks right up to Pantalone with his gaze held firmly and asks- if not, downright demands to avail that extended offer now. Loverboy does want (him) it now.

ok thats enough yapping for now i fear. Goodnight everypony-

Ok lets go SImply reblogging your oneshot for my req isn't enough i need to analyze and annotate the entire thing like a literature professor and tell you Everything. (✿◡‿◡)

pantalone might be ooc

He's not!!!!!! by which i think this is fairly a Really Good portrayal of the guy considering the 5 sentences we know about him. He's strict!!! frankly a little scary!! And also chill and positive about loverboy!! But it felt Just Right!!!! ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

descriptions of blood

description so good i might as well have killed that man myself

...pretend that his lore has a spot where this fits perfectly

I think i can make it fit!! would you be cool with making minor changes if so?

"You're very good at what you do."

Imagining the same voice as sebastian michaelis saying this with the sexiest buttersmooth voice is eviscerating me. Very self-indulgent but praise kinks will always slay so hard.

...on the verge of stabbing him a moment ago.

This,, and the small thing i wrote about loverboy launching them both out the window to escape an onslaught of assassins in my other req. get you a ship where one of them has completely normal knee-jerk reactions to kill the other <3

...as he crushes their hand beneath his shoe without mercy

Fatui Harbingers - House of Wolves - KIERU 0:15

...Instead, Pantalone looks unfazed by it all, stopping as he reaches the other side of you, free of most of the blood. He greets you with a knowing smile as he usually does.

hey ririto this is so ominous and eerie for some reason not known to me. Just the backdrop of grey and snow and probably a gruesome corpse right next to loverboy and Pantalone has a silent smile through everything. Delicious sentence 10/10.

"I knew making you a banker was a good idea,"

THIS IS SO. The confidence and quite calm assurance that pantalone says this with is SO. You'd never be sure whether to lean into it and let out a sigh of relief,, o r back up further becuase it sounds so good but all in the wrong ways.

...thumb brushing across your bottom lip slicked with blood.

fellas is it professional to feed double edged words of honey to your young inexperienced subordinate while kneeling in front of his battered and bruised self who killed someone for you,, and run a gloved thumb across his blood soaked lip. ( ͡• ͜ʖ ͡• )

"Who knew you had so many other talents,"

you are infusing these dialouges with crack cocaine giggling kicking my feet while being slightly concerned because Sir. What do you mean by that.

"Ah ah," he says, a harshness seeping into even just that sound. "Stay." You stay put,

thank you for making loverboy so Ouppy.

"Lord Harbinger," you try to say

yes,, this could be a minor thing to adjust: i think we could actually fit this oneshot somewhere AFTER he gets his vision,, and BEFORE Pantalone becomes the Harbinger Regrator. Can be a valid reason for Pantalone to see that reader failed to kill the assassin from their shitty negotiation meeting,, and wanting to newly test him again after he had his vision + ambitions awakened to see if he can get past the fear of killing NOW. (Even then,, maybe due to inexperience/unfamiliarity of using visions, reader didn't think to raise his advantage of supernatural powers against another visionless man in this scenario.)

I'd think his first kill was one of the factors that caused him to leave after his 3year duty, not sticking around for Pantalone's promotion to Regrator.

"You are much like your father."

Top 10 things Not to say to someone with daddy issues-

...they're as wet behind the ears as you are.

Dear diary, Today i learned a new speech of expression

...Pantalone's hand that rests on your chin moves... "Now, try again. Dear banker, whatever do you mean?"

this whole paragraph. What on earth do you mean 'ooc pantalone'. This is the MOST pantalone thing you could've written. Strict and intimidating about improving reader's meek attitude. a Push in the right direction.

"Is this a test?" you manage, words muffled by the way he squishes your face like putty beneath his fingers.

(thank you for making loverboy so Ouppy) x2

...and you know who, regardless of how 'anonymous' that source may have been in his words.

I MAY BE STUPID. （；´д｀）ゞ I CANT TELL. who you are hinting towards 😭😭

"Hold this," he adds, an unnervingly tender instruction for the way he was just behaving.

There he is. its reminding me of: the same pantalone that washed reader with a clock in my very first req to you.

...looking probably about as pathetic as you think you do.

POV: You're Pantalone looking down at Loverboy.

I forgot how much of a bug-eyed wet dog loverboy is before his time-skip "character development" so to say. Thanks i love him.

"next time someone approaches you from behind, don't wait to stab them. Don't reach for your wet knife with your wet hands, either. Both of those things will get you killed."

I think pantalone is entirely having too much fun with observing Loverboy try climbing the ropes to how REAL fatuus run business.

"Come now. You want to go home and back to Liyue, don't you? I'm tired of this cold."

Σ(っ °Д °;)っ back to liyue??? Loverboy is Liyuean??? pantalone stays in liyue??? I ALWAYS THOUGHT arlecchino called pantalone a bitch in Signora's funeral for "never leaving the comfort of his homeland?" Whuh-?

ALL IN ALL,, CLOSING THOGUHTS,, GOOD FOOD RIRITO DINNER HAS BEEN SERVED, ATE, AND LICKED CLEAN 10/10 ILY

I GOTT THIS JUST BEFORE I WENT TO SLEEP AND ONLY JUST GOT THE TIME TO ANSWER IT BUT I KNEWWW YOU WOULD GET THE HOUSE OF WOLVES REFERENCE

That is true actually and I realised after I posted it that like, wtf is in character for him?? 😭 he's said like two things and while I have memorised those things they're not a lot to go off but I'm glad you enjoy him (ﾉ´▽｀)ﾉ♪

Also if you can make it fit, feel free ☆(≧∀≦*)ﾉ I sorta only had a vague idea of where it might go, but at that point in time, loverboy works abroad in the Northland Bank. I'll also throw in that he travelled there for that job and unfortunately does not come from Liyue 😔 (unless he's supposed to?? I got the impression he was from Snezhnaya) it was more a "I bet you'd love to be back at a desk job rn" or something to that effect, loverboy is going back to the bank once things are settled where he belongs but Pantalone isn't going with him (hence why they're in Snezhnaya when this happenscause I also interpret at as him not liking to leave Liyue)

I'm so glad the J Michael Tatum love never stops but also you're so right praise kinks absolutely do. I also noticed that them trying to kill each other is like, a repeated theme so far 😭⁉️ LIKE WHEN PANTALONE WENT TO FIND HIM LAST ONESHOT HE WAS GONNA KILL THAT FUCKER

Confident possibly mildly degrading Pantalone is literally my favourite thing, like I chew on him. I chew on him being unnervingly calm because what would he have in the eyes of a wet mop boy besides an unwavering poker face. Get yourself a man who uses the blood of your enemies like your lipstick and knows he made good choices stationing you at his shady probably money laundering black hole of debt he calls a bank

Yk I agree actually I was trying to figure the timeline out in my head and realised it would've made more sense to happen before he was a Harbinger so I agree with this revision that actually makes it fit the lore and if I ever decide to make it a longer multichapter fic I'll definitely fix that 💀 t'was a victim of laziness

YES YES THIS Pantalone basically shaping him up so he doesn't literally die and being strict with it get so him. He'll prompt him to say it again but won't let it slide because that behaviour isn't going to be beneficial, especially not with someone who may be working under him long-term

I went back to read the part about the anonymous source line came from, and I think I figured out what happened here, so allow me to explain (;ﾟдﾟ) Ok so, it has a bit to do with the weird way I wrote this because when I said I wrote this on the train that was half a lie. I wrote some of it on the train and the rest at the library where I also edited what I already had because the spelling mistakes were atrocious. I did write down who it was but cut it when I decided it cluttered the story a bit which retrospectively was also a mistake because I didn't think about the fact it would seem like I was hinting at something at the time (ﾟ▽ﾟ*) the shorter, boring answer is that there's no one Ririto did a big silly and cut context in the chaotic editing this suffered

LMAO NOT THE CLOCK AGAIN

I love him the wet mop boy. I was like I want him to be at least a lil pathetic rn because his concerns are completely different. He's thinking about how to not die, and how much he misses his mom and his much fatui dick his dad must've been riding before death to think this career path was worth it (slash JOKING but he is still wondering why his father would have done this job willingly) that and I think men who whimper are cute thanks for coming to my Ted talk

HE IS ENJOYING IT and I love it sm

Hehe I am glad to know you haven't gone hungry today (^o^) and such high ratings for the banker and loverboy

#genshin impact #genshin #pantalone #genshin x reader #pantalone x reader #༊. eluxcastar˚#𒀭˖ loverboy ♡#fatui #genshin impact x reader #➳❥ rumoured rants #pantalone x male reader #genshin x male reader #male reader #genshin pantalone #i think we're both more or less in the same timezone #its bedtime for me too pookie #Rumour logging out for the day goodnight tumblrnation #₊˚ rants ˚₊

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l0ves1ckf0ol · 3 years ago

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SLEEP

genre :: fluff

pairing :: gn!reader x lord morpheus

summary :: reader has trouble sleeping & morpheus helps them relax. (this is very short but im rlly into sandman atm so prolly more fics to come cus theyre all hot)

sleep is often seen as an escape from reality, the rest from living a life of burden and joy all the same. dreams aid sleepers to feel at rest when they close your eyes. with no sight and consciousness, they are vulnerable, dreams help people to not feel vulnerable as they do.

you were in dire need of sleep and as much as you want orpheus to put you to sleep, you'd think it was a way of selfishness to use his gift for you. so there you were, on the bed that you share with him, facing the ceiling and a thousand thoughts circling inside your head, his arms already wrapped around your waist and his head buried on your neck. you often compared him to a black cat, he always looked like he swallowed lemons or in the constant edge of crying. you often found it a bit sad that he does something really immoral out of spite. his voice especially, always dark and broody. though despite his terrifying front, he always found comfort when he was with you and sometimes never admitted it when you teased him about it. so his style of giving affection to you was, silent, comforting and peaceful.

you turn around to face orpheus, you knew he was always somehow- half asleep. he gets a decent amount of rest and would be able to stop an arrow from hitting him in his sleep. "morpheous?"

he only hummed a response, eyes still closed. "may you please do that... that thing again when you put me to sleep? only slowly though, make it feel like im actually sleeping instead of getting lured into it by the king of dreams himself." you mutter lazily, morpheus slowly opens his eyes. "i knew you'd give up sooner." he says teasingly, you gave him a frown, "get on with it, and while talking to me, please." you mumble as you got comfortable on the mattress, tucking yourself in with the blanket.

he manages a lazy yet teasing smile, "so much demands, i thought you said that using my powers for you to sleep is selfish of you?" he says. you scoff, about to turn your back from him. but he grabs your shoulder for you to remain still, "i never said no, love." he whispers as he grabs his pouch from his bedside table and poured a small amount of sand on his hand and blew it towards you. the sand almost instantly floating and forming a halo around your forehead. he puts his pouch back on the surface beside him and return to lay next to you, "how long 'till i sleep?" you ask him.

"a minute, i'm sure." he replies, "in the meantime, how are you with lucienne in the library?" you smile softly, feeling your mind suddenly relax and your body less tense, "lucienne told me i'm the sunshine in the dreaming. i thought it was silly at first but now that i thought of it, it makes a lot of sense." you said as he nodded, "it does make sense, no? sometimes the sunshine also needs sleep and rest by the end of the day." he stated, you were completely mesmirized by his voice- it was alluring. his eyes were softened and his lips were curled into a smile, but then he was back to his normal broody face- as if he had a thought. "ever since i returned from being captured and you were always awake at night. why is that?" morpheus questions, tone filled with concern. "i know it's a bit stupid that an assistant librarian is worried for the all-mighty lord morpheus, so i... i think i'm just anxious beacuse you could get taken away in the next minute or in the next second and i-"

"shhhh, everything is alright, i always find a way back to you- back to the dreaming." he assures you, placing a peck on your cheek, at that moment you felt your eyes and your energy betraying your will to stay up. "just please don't leave..." you whisper as finally you were sunken into the deep devices of morpheus' spell. "i won't, don't you worry." he mumbles as he cuddled you closer with his arms around your waist, falling asleep as well.

#the sandman #the sandman netflix #dream of the endless #lord morpheus #morpheus x reader #morpheus x gn!reader #morpheus fluff #dream x gn!reader #dream x reader #the sandman fanfic #asexual but affectionate morpheus>>#xu's fics

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it-was-summer · 5 years ago

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When I’m Away (Aged Up!Five x Fem!Reader)

Requested: Yes! Im so glad you guys enjoy my writing and support me!

Plot: It was basically Five and fem!Reader were best friends and in love and when he jumped, she ended up in the apocalypse together with him. He finally confessed. A few years down the line they got married (as best as one can in an apocalypse xD) and eventually made it home together slightly aged up. Five was always insecure about the fact that he made Reader suffer though even accidentally. It was his biggest regret but most selfish happiness. Post-apocalypse saving, he overhears a conversation Reader is having with one of the other Hargreeves (Klaus, Allison or Vanya come to mind) and misinterprets it/mishears it. He thinks Reader regrets being with him and was truly miserable all this time and that crushes him inside. He starts doing his best to make things happier for her but also makes himself scarce. In a life or death situation, he ends up putting himself in the line of fire for her and before he passes out from the wounds, he whispers an apology to her with tears in his eyes and that he wishes that she can have a second chance now that she's young again. Of course Reader doesn't understand at all what he means and Five refers back to what she said and that's when she realizes what he means and that he misunderstood. He ends up blacking out before she can clarify his fears though and her next week is hell because she's so afraid Five won't wake up and will die thinking she never loved him. When he does she sobs, and she finally tells him that he misheard her and that she loves him and wouldn't trade her life with him for anything. (Right up my ally) Just because you wanted them aged up, I made the two of them 18, I hope that is okay!:) I hope that you like it!! @oceanspray5

Word Count:2623

You couldn’t really remember how it happened. The only thing you could remember is a flash of blue appeared and then a boy was there, in a mask. Everyone knew about the Umbrella Academy, you would be lying if you said that you had no idea who they were, but you did indeed recognize the emblem on his uniform. It was weird, however, that he was standing in your backyard. He stared at you, struggling to find something to say before you shrugged and said “Maybe the calculations were off.”

After that he would occasionally pop in without the mask, inviting you out with him when his family was too much or when he was feeling lonely. You didn’t mind, it was nice to have a friend. It was nice to have someone to talk to, even if that someone was sometimes a little too blunt.

The two of you sat on a park bench in the middle of the afternoon, sunshine shining down on the two of you when you spoke up “You seem less snarky today.”

“Less?”

“Yes,” you nodded, still waiting for him to say why he was in such good spirits, but his answer never came. You didn’t pry, you knew that eventually he would say something, but right now was not the time.

His friendship came easy, it was like learning how to walk. You didn’t need to remember how to walk, you just knew you could. That’s how it felt to be friends with Five, he was like a walk in the park. It was your feelings that came second, crashing down on you like a piano, leaving you bewildered and wounded.

You never said anything, thinking that it was just a mindless crush that would eventually disappear, leaving things to continue as they normally did. However, you couldn’t help but notice how bright his smile was, how lovely his hair looked, or how he had dimples. None of that made you want to confess, the only thing that made you want to confess is when he would reach out for you. When his fingers would brush against yours in silly moments of bliss, that’s when you felt your chest deflate, leaving you in desperate need for air.

It was Summer, green decorated the world and colors swayed in the hot wind. You watched from the front door of the Hargreeves door. You knew that today was the today. You were just simply waiting for a moment. You were waiting for his schedule to be clear. It was supposed to be clear after lunch and you knew that, so you were here at one in the afternoon, waiting. You were playing with the hem of your shirt when the door opened in a violent fashion. Your eyes gleamed and you stood straighter, but that’s when Five ran past you. You followed suit, ignoring his warnings as he started his own personal mission. You lept towards him, in an attempt to grab hold of him, succeeding only to be surrounded by blue lights. You didn’t let go till Five stopped running.

It was hard to breathe, that was your first thought. You couldn’t seem to get a deep enough breath. Five was screaming, frustration filling up his senses as he tried to escape this hell. Then he ran, back in the direction of the umbrella academy, back to his home. You stood still, noise becoming obsolete as your soul left your body. You felt as if you watched yourself follow Five, you didn’t speak, you didn’t cry. It was only when Five turned to you with a panicked face and teary eyes that you felt your soul return, running over to him and holding him tightly as the two of you sobbed in the wreckage.

Surviving with Five was the easy part, he was your best friend so of course it was easy. The hard part was remembering. Sometimes you would have dreams about home, about your family or friends, sometimes you would even dream about growing up with Five. Growing up normally, as normal as the two of you could be, given how one out of the two of you was especially gifted. You dreamt about school life with Five. Going to prom with Five. Something normal and desperately sweet, but then you would open your eyes and you would be in a crumbling house, feeling hopelessly lost.

It was getting colder and you were looking for something to burn that seemed relatively dry when Five flashed in next to you. “Need help?”

You smiled up at him, giving him a tiny nod as the two of you started to walk into piles of rubble. “Do you ever dream about what could have been?”

“What could have been?”

“Yes,” you picked up a wooden plank “, Sometimes I dream about us, I dream that we met normally, like in the movies.” You explained as Five stared at you. He bit his lip and held his hand out towards you, letting you safely cross a ledge.

“No, I try not to.”

“Why is that?”

“Well, I think that if we were normal,” his hand lingered “, I think that things would be different.”

Your eyes locked onto his for a second before he bent down to pick up some branches. You looked away with a small hum “Maybe, but I think we would always find each other. In this lifetime and in others, I think it always had to be the two of us.”

Five swallowed hard, turning to face you. It had been months now, months since the two of you ended up stuck here, and yet you still seemed so lovely. Even when the entire world was gone, you were still his light. He decided then that, no matter what happened it had to be you. It would always be you. “Like soulmates,”

“If you’d like a definition, then sure, like soulmates.”

“Despite everything I believe in, I can find it in my heart that I have always loved you.” Your eyes became wide as you held the wooden plank closer to your chest, mind running rampant as you tried to string a sentence together in the midst of your astonishment. Five grinned, knowing that he must have said something right by the way your cheeks were turning a beautiful red. You let out a melodic laugh as you leaned towards him, pressing a small kiss to his temple, then whispering a sweet “I love you too.”

Your love for each other grew like wildfire with each passing day; each week, month, and year felt as amazing as the last. The depressing parts of the apocalypse were drowned out by kisses and days of being together. Days of surviving together. That was enough to make it all bearable. All the scorching hot days, the freezing nights and rationing seemed so little compared to how the two of you loved each other. It was a few days before the fortieth anniversary of the apocalypse when Five turned to you with the biggest smile you had ever seen on his face. “What?”You giggled lightly, pushing him softly in a lame attempt to get him to answer you.

“I found some candles and guess what started blooming,” he pulled you by your arm over towards a patch of dandelions. They weren’t exactly flowers, but you weren’t complaining.

“Lovely,” you sighed as a gust of wind blew through the two of you, Five’s mouth moving but you couldn’t make out the words until the wind settled and you heard him say “We should get married,”

It was something impulsive and unplanned. You knew that even with the paperclip rings the two of you managed to make for each other wouldn’t be legally binding, but it was enough. Marrying each other gave the two of you just an ounce of normalcy in the middle of the revived earth. It was enough to make the two of you feel good about the world again. Hope was slowly being restored and the two of you had hoped that this small union between the two of you would be enough to settle the horrible images that surrounded both of your minds every night. So with two small vows and “I do’s”, the two of you wore poorly constructed paper clips around your left ring fingers, proudly.

Now you were staring down at that same paperclip ring on a much younger hand. After escaping from the commission and running, you were addressing your situation silently in a fully furnished, not to mention, elaborate living room. You and Five had jumped back into time, and by some fault the two of you became eighteen again. You felt more alive, yes, but more anxious than ever. You wish the two of you had more time. More time to make up a plan for the apocalypse, a better plan. Five sat with his back against yours, muttering soft calculations in the silence of his home. You just wish the two of you had more time.

The time the two of you were running through a clothing warehouse was when Five first saw it. He saw how desperate your eyes looked. Given that the two of you were being shot at the time, but his mind traveled back to when you talked about normalcy. His heart tugged in his chest, seeing your panicked face move closer, grabbing hold of his hand tightly and yanking him under a countertop. Deep down inside Five always felt guilty for bringing you along, although it wasn’t willingly, his chest still felt heavy as the two of you escaped the warehouse alive. He wanted you to have a normal life, that’s all he wanted. He wished he could be normal for you, stable for you and above all be extremely and completely boring for you, so you could have that normal life that you clung to in your dreams.

You watched Five perform a dance you had never seen before, walking around the kitchen avoiding your stare from the table and escaping any attempts of conversation and he did it all with a sweet smile. One moment he would be talking to himself loudly down the hall, but as soon as he saw you, he sent you a sweet look and stopped talking all together. He seemed so strange, and yet you couldn’t put your finger on it. You were sure that he was just trying to figure things out the same as you, but he was worrying you.

You were walking around the house when you heard Klaus calling your name in a excited tone, he straightened when he saw you, bowed and then said “Mrs.Hargreeves,”

“Klaus,”

“How is the husband?” he asked as he sauntered over next to you, sitting on the couch before he patted the cushion next to him for you to take.

You sat with a tiny huff “He’s being,” you trailed off before saying “,Him.” You let out a defeated sigh as you heard Klaus laugh at your anxiety.

“He’s Five, he’s always been moody!”

“Yes, but he loves me.” You looked down at the paperclip wrapped around your finger with a groan “I think he’s just stressed, or something. He gets distant, yes, but usually he isn’t so happily ignoring me?” you vented before you brought a hand up to your forehead gently.

“Why did you marry him anyway?”

You grinned, feeling childish “Maybe, because he was the last man on earth,” that was the last sentence Five heard before he walked away, locking himself back up in the room filled with equations.

“I married him because I love him. I really do.”

Something you had learned at the commission was that a gunshot was less dramatic than it was on television, and the worst thing you learned was that the screen wouldn’t fade to black when things got gory. Now you were wishing you were in a movie, as the gun was pointed at you by Hazel, but instead of the bullet going through you a brilliant flash of blue took the bullet for you and Five was falling to the ground, bleeding out from his chest. You let out a scream, catching him before his body could touch the earth, holding him close in your lap as his siblings fought off the assassins.

“Five,” you said his name clearly, holding back tears as your hands were becoming red with his blood.

His eyes darted towards yours in a second and he smiled softly. “Hey,” you dragged him behind the bar, leaving a trail of blood behind the two of you “Hey, Y/N…” You looked down at the sound of your name, tears blocking your vision. “I’m sorry for,” he paused, eyes searching for the words as his mind became foggy and damp “,for everything really. Please, please stop this and maybe you can move on without me and be better. Be happier.” he said breathlessly as Grace rounded the corner at the perfect time.

“What are you talking about,” his eyes fluttered, fighting to stay conscious as he let out a tiny whine before he drifted off into a state of unconsciousness “,Five!”

Then next few days were absolute torture, you sat at Five’s bedside, waiting for some kind of sign that he would wake up. Grace said his vitals were fine, it was only a matter of time till he was awake, but that didn’t start the ball of anxiety from growing deep within your stomach, infecting all of you quicker than any virus known to man. He had to wake up. Did he truly believe that you could ever live without him? That you could ever do any of this without him? Five was the love of your life, your soulmate, the one person who was supposed to grow old with you… again. You were stuck in this body, feeling miserable as you stared down at your unconscious husband, begging to anything, to anybody, that he would wake up soon.

It was around three in the morning when his eyes opened, slowly, but surely they opened. The first thing he focused on was you, seeing the red around your eyes as you stared down at him. “Five,” you let out a heavy sigh, smiling with relief.

“What are you doing here?”

“What do you mean? I’m your wife, why wouldn’t I be here?”

“You only married me because I was the last man on earth,” Five’s fresh eyes filled with tears as he watched you let out a small sound of understanding.

“Is this,” you paused, your smiling dropping quickly “,Is this what all this was about? You heard me joking around with Klaus and you thought I was serious?” You questioned, feeling your heartbreak for the man you loved. “Five, my love, I love you with everything fiber of my being. I didn’t mean it like that. I would never leave you. I could never replace you, my love.” you leaned down, kissing his nose gently, giving Five a easy going smile as you pulled away.

Five swallowed hard as he looked up into your eyes, suddenly feeling foolish for how he was feeling. All the guilt he built up, watching you panic. It was because you needed him, you loved him. You couldn’t bear to lose him, just like he couldn’t bear to lose you. He let his tears fall “I’m so sorry, I thought you didn’t want me anymore, I thought-”

You shushed him softly “It’s okay,” you slid into the bed with him, holding him close as he calmed down “, It’s always been you. I could never love anyone else, it’s always going to be you.” You whispered sweetly to him, feeling his body relax into your embrace.

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shslstraws · 6 years ago

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Oumota Week Day One:

Phantom Thief / Stuck in a Small Place

HEY, IM SO SORRY IM LATE ON OUMOTA WEEK. I WAS SUPER BUSY AND I’M SLOWLY CATCHING UP, SO I MIGHT BE A DAY OFF EACH DAY. IM SORRY. But I also was busy writing my first fic, just for this piece, so I hope you like it? ;;

Until We Meet Again

Word Count: 1987

A slam from the door echoed across an empty apartment building, Momota sighed as he began to undo his tie and threw it across the room, not caring where the piece of fabric ends up. He can always pick it later, when he’s in a better state of mind.

It was a long day at work for Momota; the endless lecture his boss has given him from failing to capture The Phantom Thief, yet again, to the simple little things of just having his coffee be a colder than he’d like to, everything seemed to tick him off. He swears he’s on the verge of blowing up.

It was getting stressful for him day by day The Phantom Thief wasn’t caught, and every time he was face to face with this notorious criminal, Momota always somehow let him slip away from his grasp.

The Phantom Thief, the leader of the city’s known gang, D.I.C.E; infamous for thievery and causing a ruckus to citizens and the officers with petty pranks. Property damage, mainly, Momota remembers coming into work and seeing little colorful faces spray painted on the front doors of the station. Alongside the gang’s logos and the provoking message the phantom thief always leaves, “Until we meet, my beloved~”. What does that even mean? Who is it even directed to?

“Ugh, fuck me.” Momota groans from the memory, the stress is just too damn much. He collapses on his couch with a heavy sigh. The more he is involved and invested in this case, the more he thinks the messages are specifically for him.

He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath in and out and releases some of the tension in his muscles he didn’t know he had. Momota groaned from the pain that was let go, his breathing started to slow down naturally as he felt himself drifting into sleep slowly. The night breeze was cool on his skin, as the wind blew through long curtains and from his balcony into the apartment, it felt nice. Finally, finally, he can rest-

“Wait a second,” Momota suddenly lifted his head wide eyes, immediately on alert. “..I...never left the door open, I always keep it locked. What the hell?” He was on his feet in an instant, becoming more aware of his surroundings. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary...except for the petals all over the floor. Momota kneeled to pick one of the withered little floral leaves. Getting a closer look; the petal was crimson and crumpled a bit, “A rose petal…?” muttered Momota, noticing the petal to be shriveled, which must have meant that they’ve been here for awhile. After inspecting it for a second more, he found that there was more petals that were in such a noticeable pattern, leading to his bedroom, for it to be such a convenience. Okay, so far Momota has concluded that; one, someone broke into his apartment building. And two, that someone purposely spread rose petals all over his apartment leading to his bedroom. Sure, Momota should be more alerted or even scared from these conclusions, since there could be potential robber or even a murderer in his own home.

But for some reason, Momota couldn’t help but feel relaxed a bit after having a strong sense of knowing who this certain someone is.

Now, there’s two ways he can go about this, assuming the home invader is still here;

He can run into his bedroom and catch the culprit red handed and finally solve all the solutions to his stress, or he can play along.

Momota stands up and slowly start to make his way to his bedroom, following the petals. For a moment, his conscience is screaming for him to run in and arrest this culprit once and for all, before the opportunity misses him. But his gut, told him to play along.

“Ah, why hello there, Officer Momota!”

And there he was, The Phantom Thief, himself. Laying right on top of Momota’s bed; who quickly changed his position the moment he noticed Momota entering, to move his slender body to lay on his side while his left arm supports him, as he lays his hand on his cheek.

“It took you quite awhile to get home, do you know how rude it is to keep such an important figure waiting?” his voice was soft and his tone sounded like he was seducing the officer in question. Which seemed fitting to his pose and the rose petals all over the bed, it was exactly like in the romance movies. But Momota brushed that thought right away, he scoffed, “Don’t you know how illegal it is to break into people’s apartment and trash the place?”

“How insulting! If anything, I made an improvement on the trash it already was before!” The Phantom Thief immediately sit up and crossed his legs, giving a pout.

Momota barked out a laugh and leans on the door frame, “You know you’ve been a real pain in the ass for me lately, Phantom Thief.”

The Phantom Thief smiles and taps his finger on the side of his cheek. “Hmm? Have I? I thought you enjoy our games together, Momota-chan?”

Momota blinks and suddenly feels hot on his face, “M-Momota-chan?!” This was new. Sure, The Phantom Thief calls him nicknames from time to time in their confrontations but “chan” was something that just caught him off guard.

“Nishishi, I totally got you there! Look at how red you are for me, don’t tell me Mr. Officer has developed a crush on little ol’ me?” The Phantom Thief teased, it was lucky Momota was too flabbergasted to noticed the blush that appeared on his own face.

It took a few moments for Momota to regain some composure and respond, but even then he couldn’t help but stutter, “A-As if, anyways, it looks like you’ve just trapped yourself. Coming into my apartment and really, I’m blocking the only exit to your escape.”

“It seems you’ve finally got me,” The Phantom Thief stood up on the bed, causing some of the rose petals to fall off the bed, “whatever shall I do?” A surprise rose was shown as he revealed his right hand and lifted the flower to his face. A smirk was directed at Momota, challenging him.

Momota wasn’t liking this one bit, he lifted his chest up as he spread more of his body to cover the door frame, there was no way he was letting The Phantom Thief escape him this time. Not when he was right there, absolutely cornered. And there was no possible way for him to sneak out of his bedroom’s window, they were just too high up, the only exit was Momota’s front door.

“Hm?” The Phantom Thief lowered his rose and gave a curious look, “it looks like Mr. Officer isn’t going to let me go that easy, huh?” He jumped from the bed, landing gently, and slowly walking towards Momota. Momota looking and studying the thief’s every movement, being very aware, in case he were to try and pull something to sneak around him. But as the little thief came in front of him, he looked up and rose both of his hands together to him as he continued to hold the rose, “then arrest me.”

Shit.

Momota thought, he doesn’t have his handcuffed equipped to his belt, and his only pair was around his apartment somewhere. Maybe if he used his tie? Nope, he threw that thing also in his messy apartment.

“Looks like you can’t, Mr.Officer! You have no handcuffs or anything to arrest me with!” the thief giggled as he started to lower his hands. And for some reason, Momota’s instinct kicked into action as he found himself grabbing onto both of The Phantom Thief’s hands. Letting go of the rose, the smaller gasped as the unexpected contact.

“I’m. Not. Letting. You. Go.” Momota growled, staring intensely at the criminal, he was dead set on capturing the little rat once and for all. A blush went deeper on the thief’s face at how intense the situation is, it was heart pounding. But The Phantom Thief wasn’t going to allow himself to be caught like this, he smiled as he tried to keep his composure, “then I guess this is the part we kiss?”

“EXCUSE ME?” Momota choked but still remaining a strong grip on the thief’s hands, very determined to not let go.

“Weeeeelll, when you say it like that, usually in the movies, this is the part where people are supposed to kiss! Silly, Momota-chan, don’t you know anything?”

“I- What?! What are you even saying!?”

Momota’s hands seemed to have lightened, this is good he’s getting embarrassed. All he has to do is push it a little more…

“I mean, I was expecting our first kiss to be more romantic. But I guess it doesn’t get more romantic as this? Rose petals all over your apartment, I’m all over your bed, right where you want me-”

“SHUT UP!” Momota quickly lets go of his hands to bring it to his face, The Phantom Thief doesn’t miss this opportunity and quickly squeezes beside the officer. Momota instantly realizes his mistake and turns around to see The Phantom Thief not run towards the front door, but to the doors to his balcony. He takes action and runs after him, seeing him slip outside past the blowing curtains. But as soon as Momota takes a step outside, he sees The Phantom Thief balancing on the railings of his balcony, Momota stops at a sudden fear of the boy accidentally falling off.

The thief smiles as he takes off his hat, giving a bow to the officer, “it was fun as always, Momota-chan!” he looks up at the officer’s shocked expression.

“But it seems I win this game,” The Phantom Thief stands straight as his hands dig into hands into his hat. He leaps backwards from the balcony, Momota immediately running to try and save him from falling but was met with rose petals in face. As soon as Momota got a clear vision, he sees petals everywhere around him and The Phantom Thief; who has seemed to carelessly falling in mid air, rose petals surrounding him as he put on his hat and smiled at the officer, “until we meet again, my beloved~”

The scene to it all seemed so unreal, like something you’d definitely see in a movie. And Momota would be more allured to the sight before him, if he wasn’t too worried about the boy falling to his death. He went to grab the railing and reach out for the thief, but saw The Phantom Thief gently land on a rooftop. The building wasn’t very far from Momota’s balcony and not too high for the thief to stumble. How could he forget such a building was even there, I guess Momota was more worried about the thief’s safety at the moment. But Momota should have known the criminal better than to assume he didn’t have an escape plan outside his balcony, it must have been how he entered his apartment in the first place.

The Phantom Thief looked up at him and gave him a last smile and laugh, as he turned around to run off into the night.

Momota let out a long breath that he didn’t even knew he was holding, and his muscles relaxed once again. Fuck. He thought, he let The Phantom Thief escape from his grasp yet again. But Momota couldn’t seem to be stressed at the time but to have some sort of excitement build within him, and the happiness that their games will continue.

He’ll let himself stress about it another time, but for right now, everything felt right. Momota sighed but smiled,

“I guess we will meet again…”

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jinxthequeergirl · 6 years ago

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That night

Quentin smith x reader

Summary: a story in which Quentin dies at the hands of freddy and you are left to grieve.

Warning: DEATH AND ANGST!

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You stared blankly at your shoes kicked out in front of you with your arms folded across your chest and a spaced out look on your face as your new therapist continued to speak.

"y/n are you listening?" you blinked slowly a few times before looking up at her. "Hmm?...yea! Yes Mrs.newton I...I'm listening."

She sighed looking at you disapointedly. "So...like I was saying in going to ask a few questions just to get a sense of-"

"How bad I am?..."

"That's not reall-"

"No I get it....ask." she opened up her folder on her desk as you adjusted yourself on the couch in front of her looking up at her with your same blank expression. The one that seemed to be frozen on your face ever since that night.

You yawned and rubbed your eyes as she finally settled on a paper.

"Alright so I have just a few basic questions I need you to answer and then some things your mom asked me to review with you alright?"

You nodded spinning your braclet around your wrist. Answering her basic questions with easie. Things like "what hobbies do you have?" "favioret type of music?" silly things like that.

"So would you mind telling me why YOU think your here?"

You let out a heartless chuckle and rolled your eyes looking down at the braclet. "My mom thinks I'm crazy..."

"Why would you think that?"

You looked the answer froze on your lips when you saw him standing there behind her. Face barrely even recanizable cuts all across his torso, his eyes where shut and he breathed slowly.

"y/n?" Mrs.Newton called, your breath seemed to be lost as he just stood there from behind her.

"y/n, what's wrong? What is it?" she looked behind her at the spot where you stared."y/n, answer me, please."

"Que...Quentin?..." You called ojt scooting closer to the edge of tge couch. his eyes shot open revealing black pits instead of eyes and his mouth opened to speak but blood poured from it you jumped back letting out a horrified scream and shutting your eyes. "y/n! y/n! Calm down!" Mrs.Newton had moved from her desk to sit next to you and you opened your eyes not seeing him anymore.

"What happened? What happened?" she yelled attenpting to calme you down, you breathed shakily as she did so, still staring ahead at the corner.

"I...I...I saw him...He was-" if tears wheren't sliding down your face already, they where now.

Mrs.Newton sighed. "Listen to me sweetie...your mother tells me you haven't been sleeping properly now from what I can tell that was simply just a-"

"Micronap?" You interrupt pulling your eyes from the corner. " No...No I know that...I know.." She nodded and moved back to her desk. "Well if you know that...why won't you sleep? You are clearly struggling to deal with the effects of it."

"Be...because..."

"I'm all ears you can trust me."

You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out as you let your mind wonder to that night.

"Hey isn't that it?" you pointed at the preschool just a few feet ahead of the three of you catching both Quentin and nancys attention.

"Yup that's it allright." You nodded starting twoards the building but Quentin grabbed your wrist stopping you from going ahead of them. He let you go when you looked at him frowning as he did so.

"C'mon lets get this over with."

"It's my fault he's dead...I should of just stayed awake then i could of waken him up...but..i.."

"y/n,who? Quentin? Nancy? The other kids they found murdered at the preschool with you?"

You nodded slowly,pulling your knees to yojr chest.

"y/n What happened to them was out of your controle-"

"That's not true! you don't understand I could have saved him! He was my best friend and...and I let him die....I let then both die!"

Tears build in your eyes again upon just thinking about it. "Your right I don't understand...but maybe you can tell me so I can understand and help you."

"...it was the same thing with dean, Kris and Jesse....we just wanted it to stop. We wanted HIM to stop!"

"Who?"

You grabbed an old lantern from the floor clicking it to life and handing another to Nancy. The place was quite, cold and musty even the slightest sound set you on edge. You walked close to quentin in fear of losing him. "Here!" Nancy called shining her light on a small opeining in the wall, covered by wooden planks poorly nailed to the wall to cover it.

The three of you set to work on pulling them apart, until you where finally in.

"Y/n freddy kruger has been dead for years...he can't...he couldn't.."

"You wheren't there! You don't know!" You yelled. She sighed. "Your right...my apologies...why don't we wait to talk about that night...what's sometging you would be comfortable with?"

You shrugged helplessly and continued to play with the braclet on your wrist. "Thats a beautiful braclet...where did you get it?"

"Quentin..." You repiled with a mumble.

"He must have really loved you to get you something like that."

"I mean i guess."

"How about we talk about him, it'll help both of us."

"Ok..." You stated slowly.

All you had to do, was stay awake while nancy slept. But neither you or quentin could do that. You both ended up falling asleep cuddled next to eachother.

And then befire you knew it freddy had you pulled into his chest his fingers ready to sclice your throat open and quentin looked on horrified.

"Let her go.." He sayed shakily.

"Quentin... Wake up!"

"No..y/n...its going to be ok...just let her go you fucker!"

Freddy laughed. "Ooh going to play the hero now are you?"

He took a deep wiff of you hair before grinning. "I might just keep her."

With out thinking, he charged at the both of you knocking freddy down.

"Y/n lets go!" He took your hand and started running.

You both looked back every once in a while to check but, you where both stopped when freddy appered infront of you and plunged his knifed fingers deep into Quentins chest.

"No!"

You stumbled back as freddy let him drop. "Y/n...go!" He cried out.

You looked around and grabbed one if the hot pippes burning your hand and waking yourselve up.

"Quentin!" Yiu turned to him in your seat.

"Im fine, im fine..."

You brought a hand up to your mouth looking at the wound in his chest.

"No,no...nancy-" you stopped and fell back seeing freddy had already got to her.

"Y/n get out of here."

"Quentin.." You sat next to him again taking his face gingerly. "Evrything is...everything is going to be ok!" He smiled weakly and leaned up best he could and kissed your cheek.

"Go..."

"Bring her back every week and i think eventually, she'll feel comfortable enough to talk about it." You mom nodded.

"I should warn you she had a micronap in the middle of the session..."

Mrs.Newtons voice fadded out as you sat in the sitting room of the theripists office. You looked ahead once again seeing Quentin appere in the seat across from you, black holes staring at you blankly, hurt. Your breath got caught in your throat, and you squeezed your eyes shut.

The truth was you wheren't sure what Freddy did to the two of them, you ran to the to leve of the preschool like quentin had told you, you could hear him scream as you did so. But you saw there bodies and thats not how you left them.

"I'm sorry..."

"What was that?" You opened your eye's to see tour mom infront of you. "Nothing! I...just sleep talking..."

"At least your sleeping...somewhat...c'mon we have to pick up your med refills and dad has dinner cooking."

You nodded and followed her from the office. You looked back and still saw him sitting there but this time freddy sat next to him, holding his hand and waved at you.

"Sweet dreams." He smirked and blew you a kiss.

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animedorks-blog · 6 years ago

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Ordinary Boy // Bertholdt x Reader x Armin

Fluff, very Angst

Songfic - Vanessa Carlton - Ordinary Day

•••

Just a day, just an, ordinary day

Just tryin' to get by

Just a boy, just an, ordinary boy but

He was looking to the sky and

As he asked if I would come along

I started to realize that everyday he finds just what he's lookin' for

And like a shooting star he shines, and he said

Watching him just inches away, you sighed in awe. Admiring his form while he sat calmly on the tree stump, head tipped a little watching the yellow and orange skies of the setting sun, as the wind softly blew his short hair in a relaxing breeze. A light chuckle coming from him made your day dreaming come to a halt. "Y-you were staring again." His eyes averted to the side of his to head, a small blush on tainted his face. You found it endearing seeing him still get all flustered around you. It was quite an adorable characteristic about your boyfriend. Yes boyfriend. It was also a surprise for Reiner since he always thought he had feelings for the blonde, stoic woman, Annie. But that didn't bother you, what did was that one time when you caught them in a serious conversation about what you two had. You couldn't recall what facial expression held within Reiner. Sorrow? Guilt? Why was he like that? "O-oh? My bad." You blushed in embarrassment, smiling cheekily lightly scratching your heated cheek with your index finger before walking next to him.

"H-hey...is it okay if I-I ask you a question?" He stammered out. "You already are, Bert." You remarked, earning a yelp and a deepening blush from him. You giggled at his reaction, nodding for him to continue his question. "W-well..let's think i-in a hypocritical situation..where we have to be apart.. What would you do?" He asked, awaiting for your answer. The corner of your lips formed into a small frown. Why was he asking something like this? "Why would I be apart of you, Bert? That won't happen." You laughed lightly, trying to ease off the sudden change of mood. His lips were formed into a thin line, "S-still... What if hypothetically one day. Just think. We have to be a-apart because it's b-bad for you. What would you do?" He asked again, eager to know your full and honest answer.

Take my hand, live while you can,

Don't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand

Placing your small hands on the corner of his face, tipping his head to meet with your eyes. "Don't be silly. Like I'd want to part from you, Bert. I love you, and I want us to be together. Together in and out of this hell of a world we live in." You smiled at him, his eyes shimmering with tenderness. How lucky he was to have someone like you in his life.

"But even if we were apart, hypothetically, I know we both have a place on each others hearts."

If only you knew what he meant

And as he spoke, he spoke, ordinary words

Though they did not feel

For I felt what I had not felt before

And you'd swear those words could heal and

As I looked up into those eyes, his vision borrows mine

And I know he's no stranger

For I feel I've held him for all of time, and he said

Gasping deeply for air, your body jolted up from your bed. Beads of sweat sliding down your face while some sticker to your hair. Another nightmare...another death scene. A heated one.. But why did it felt so real? Glancing around the dorm, you sighed in relief, no girls were disturbed during their slumber. Feet padded against the wooden floor board before leaving the girls dorm. You needed to see him. Striding to the boys dorm, you lightly cracked the door open, enough for your eyes to peek quietly. "(Y/n)?" Eren asked, thank the walls it's him who noticed you. Seeing your shaken form he grew concerned. "Hey, are you alright?" placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. You nodded meekly, "C-can you ask him to co-come here? Please." You pleaded. Immediately knowing who, he turned his head upward to a certain bunk. There sat Reiner and your lover, talking whatever they were discussing about. "Oi, Bertholdt." Eren called, luckily no one paid attention to them making the situation awkward. Hearing his name get called, he and Reiner turned their heads to Eren, instinctively his eyes saw a familiar figure hiding behind the door. Reiner patted his back, gesturing for him to go. Bertholdt climbed down the bunk before walking towards you. He gave Eren a short thanks, pushing the door open to go out with you.

He flinched when he saw you all shaken and sweaty. "W-whats wrong?" He pulled you out in the open and sat down, arms wrapped around your shivering body. "I-I had a nightmare..." You sniffled, gripping his long sleeved shirt, remembering the horrible, realistic dream you had. "I-If you don't mind... What was it?" stroking your hair in comfort. "Promise you won't get upset?" Your teary orbs peeked from his chest, nodding at your question. "I-it was about Armin.." You began, not noticing a small frown from him. It's not that he hated the blonde male, the fact that you two were childhood friends along with Eren and Mikasa was fine, but knowing he was also in love with you was what he didn't like. Eren had told him the day you and him were official, not knowing how heartbroken Armin was that day.

"T-the Colossal Titan... He was there.." His eyes widened. "I-it was so hot...scorching hot..that's why I was sweating so much." You said. "A-armin.... He..." Your knuckles turned white from gripping his shirt. "He was..just laying there... Like he was dead and.." feeling your body shook in fear, he cooed sweet nothings into your ear to soothe you. "Shhh...You don't have to continue." he said, stroking your hair, cradling you in his embrace. "It was just a nightmare.." oh how he wish it all was. "It's not real." or so it was. "Why did it felt so real.." You muffled against his shirt. "I'm scared, Bert.." You cried, staining his shirt with your tears. Gently pushing you, he cupped your face, wiping away your tears, "I'm here, (Y/n)." His eyes locked into yours, filled with so much love and...sadness?

Before you could ask what was wrong, he pulled you in for a soft, passionate kiss. Gasping softly from his sudden out of character doing, you gave in and kissed back. The tingling feeling now dominating the the shivers of terror. Pulling away, softly panting, "W-what was that for?" You stuttered. "I just wanted you to know what's real and what's not." feeling his hand pull your head into his chest again, this time his hug was tighter. "I love you, Bert." You snuggled deeper. Little did you know he too, had tears forming in his eyes as a million apologies echoed in his head.

"I love you too...."

Please come with me, see what I see

Touch the stars for time will not flee

Time will not flee, can't you see

"STAY WHERE YOU ARE, BERTHOLDT!" Armin shouted, across the roof there stood your lover in all his glory. Now with a different aura. "What more do you want to talk about Armin!?" he shouted back, feeling a new strength from within himself. "Whatever it is you're plotting. It's useless. You yourself is weak." Clenching your teeth, you flew towards them, landing next to Armin. "Bertholdt please." You whimpered. Hearing you whimper, he felt his strength forming into weakness. "Why? JUST WHY!?" You wailed, catching both males off guard. "Is someone threatening you to do all this!? Anne!? Reiner?! Are they part of this!? Please, tell us honestly, this isn't you guys!" your hands fisted your your aching chest— aching from your heart being broken. "You still have a chance, Bertholdt! You're a good guy! Let's talk things through!" Armin shouted next. "We're not being threatened..we.. This is our mission. To erase this horrible history. This nightmare. This awful race." Bertholdt explained. Looking at you, feeling his heart shatter completely when he saw you crying for him. "I'm sorry..." raising his blades, "But you all have to die." He said, in Armin's reflexes he jumped in front of you im a protective stance. Bertholdt felt annoyance to the blonde, not liking him being close to you. Unnoticed, Mikasa appeared behind him as she swung her blade. Dodging s little late, she managed to slice a piece of skin from the side of his neck, before delivering her a hard kick on the shoulder that send her flying into another direction.

"Mikasa!" You and Armin rushed to her aid. You didn't notice the tear that slid down your lovers face before flying off and above. "He seemed different..." Mikasa muttered. "Was that even Bertholdt just now" Feeling your heart clench, you had to accept it.

"No...No he wasn't.."

Just a dream, just an, ordinary dream

As I wake in bed

And that boy, that ordinary boy

Was it all in my head?

Didn't he ask if I would come along

It all seemed so real, but as I looked to the door

I saw that boy standing there with a deal, and he said

No, it can't be. Landing next to Eren, your eyes widened. A burnt body. Just like in your dreams. "Armin?" You gasped, he couldn't. "H-he wouldn't give him the serum." You heard Eren choke a sob, you turned your head, seeing Levi kneeled down to a nearly dead Erwin, the injection just on his hand, glancing at you with pity in his eyes. The Titan serum, if he gave it either one can live. But that means...

You felt your heart thump, knees giving out as you chocked a scream. Just below Armin, laid Bertholdt. Limbs all gone, unconscious. "They would have to eat you..." You whimpered, Eren heard and quickly wrapped his arms around you knowing that his childhood friend would come close to the person who has hurt and loved her. "(Y/n)... Please don't..." Tightening his arms around her. "Please..." You pleaded, head bowing as tears streamed down your face. From the other side Hanji, who was also holding Mikasa back watched in sorrow. Mikasa and Eren shared the same answer just by looking at each other, you felt Even lifting you up, hearing the gas.

"No.."

His grip tightened.

"Please..."

For once, even a second. You wanted to be selfish.

He flew along with the others to the other side of the roof to let Levi finish the job.

"No, EREN PLEASE!" You cried, weakly trying to get out of his grasp. "I'm sorry..." He sobbed, continued flying.

Reaching out to your lover, everything seemed to be in slow motion.

"Don't be silly. Like I'd want to part from you, Bert. I love you, and I want us to be together. Together in and out of this hell of a world we live in."

Please come with me, see what I see

Touch the stars for time will not flee

Time will not flee, can't you see

Groaning awake, barely processesing the situation. Bertholdt panicked, where were his arms and legs? Where were you? He felt a strong pressure grab his body. "W-what!?" He yelled and gasped. That Titan.

Armin!?

"S-STOP HELP!" He shouted. "ANNIE! REINER!" He yelled on top of his lungs, until he spotted all of you on a rooftop looking all shock, and teary. "H-HEY! YOU GUYS, HELP!" He yelled at all of you. His eyes widened, when he saw you being held back by Eren and Mikasa. Tears still streaming down your face as you cried out his name.

"But even if we were apart, hypothetically, I know we both have a place on each others hearts."

He gasped at the memory, tears now falling from his eyes as his head was placed the Titans mouth. He heard you wailing loudly, and looked at you with teary eyes. He knew he'd end up in hell after everything he had done, but even so, he felt grateful he was able to experience the taste of heaven when he was with you. Everything you two have done until the very end, he cherished it all. Even though he was stuck with the idea of going home, you were his home.

"I'm sorry, (Y/n)." looking at you one last time. Your gasped when you saw a small smile form on his lips as the teeth of the Titan came in contact with his head.

"I love you." He mouthed before feeling his body shut down into complete darkness, hearing your heartbreaking screams one last time.

Just a day, just an ordinary day

Just tryin' to get by

Just a boy, just an ordinary boy, but

He was looking to the sky

"(Y/n)?" You gasped, jolting upward, breathing heavily. "A-armin?" You sobbed, he immediately wrapped his arms around you burying his nose on your hair, inhaling your scent.

Right after the retake of Wall Maria and the lose of the ones people loved. You were all riding a cart heading towards who knows where, but the war hasn't ended just yet. "Another dream?" Armin whispered, feeling you nod against his chest. He closed his eyes, seeing all of the memories Bertholdt has unfold in his head. All his feelings now mixed up with his about you. The love he had, added to the love he still has for you.

Opening his eyes, he placed his chin on top of your head, ocean eyes gazing at the sky. Familiar soft breeze from the wind hits him,

"Take care of her for me."

He heard his voice again. Gently tightening his arms around you, you could've sworn you heard Bertholdt's voice laced on Armin's.

"You'll always have a place on my heart. I love you, (Y/n)."

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princeoftennis-imagines · 6 years ago

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A scenario with Marui and Jirou where their s/o makes them blush out of embarrassment/happiness.

omg, so i took a mini nap & tumblr decided to delete my request like... wth. this was requested by @sweet-pair, and their request was a lot more detailed and sweeter. thank you for requesting. ❤️

i actually had a friend resend this on anon to my blog so i could rewrite it..sadly i don’t have the same file. im so sorry about that!!

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Jirou:

You and Jirou were dating for a few months, and to say that you were happy was an understatement. He treated you like a queen/king and loved you unconditionally. You observed his features as he slept peacefully on your lap, his chest rising and falling with each breath. Running your fingers through his hair, you saw how he opened one eye, a small smile forming on his face. “You’re so pretty/handsome..” You swatted his shoulder playfully as you leaned down to kiss his cheek. “Don’t be saying things like that, Jirou-kun!”

He rolled over to his side and hugged your torso, muttering tiredly. “It’s true..” You grinned softly, and continued ruffling his hair. Thinking to yourself, you hummed gently, admiring him up close. You’ve always wanted to say those three words but were always worried that it wasn’t the right time to do so. Yet, you felt like the perfect time was now. There was a bursting feeling in your chest as you thought about Jirou more and more and..

“I love you, Jirou-kun.” You saw how his eyes shot wide open, surprising you entirely. He sat up quickly and faced you, taking both your hands in his, a wide grin present on his face. “Do you really mean that, (Name)?! You really do love me?!” His voice was full of excitement as he bounced in his seat like a child. His cheeks were visibly red, but he had no mind to it. You nodded shyly, and he pulled you into a tight hug, his hair tickling your neck. “I love you too, (Name)! You don’t know how happy I am right now!” Pulling back, he grabbed your hand and lead you out the rooftop energetically. “Let’s go on a date now!”

“We’re still in school, Jirou-kun!”

Marui:

Marui finished his practice game, relieved that he could finally spend the rest of the day with you without any distractions. He walked over to you, and blew a bubble that popped almost immediately. You smiled and waved at him happily. “Good job today, Bunta. Impressive as always.” He then returned the smile and placed a hand on your head gently. “Did I make you wait too long?” You shook your head gently. “Not at all.”

“That’s good, I didn’t want to make my beautiful/handsome boyfriend/girlfriend wait in the first place.” You laughed at his silliness and gladly listened as he continued to chatter about the rest of the practice. You enjoyed it until you saw a ball coming at him in full speed, alarming you almost immediately. “Bunta, watch out!” You pushed him, falling down at the same time and heard the ball hit the gates harshly. Marui felt the air press out of his lungs, and opened his eyes to see you on top of him, your eyes closed. You slowly sat up, rubbing your eyes from the impact due to the fact that it had made you somewhat dizzy. “Are you okay?” You said, your voice a bit slurred. “Ah.. um (Name).. we..you..” Upon hearing his voice crack in what sounded like embarrassment, you opened your eyes to see yourself sitting on top of Marui.

It took you a minute to realize what was happening, and once you did, you jumped off of him, mortified. You repeatedly apologized, seeing Marui get off the ground, dusting himself off. His face was as red as his hair, and he was beyond speechless, completely consumed by the embarrassment, yet his pride didn’t let him admit that he was. He wrapped an arm around your waist, leading you to a more secluded space of the school to give you both privacy. Feeling bad about the situation, you shuffled your feet nervously, apologizing once more. “Im sorry about that. I hope I didn’t embarrass you..” He brought you into a hug, not wanting you to see his bright red face. “You didn’t..” he rejected almost stubbornly, “.. at least everyone knows you’re mine.”

#prince of tennis #princeoftennis #princeoftennisscenarios #scenario #tenipuri #tennisnooujisama #marui bunta #jirou akutagawa

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kpurereactions · 8 years ago

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Could you do a got7 reaction like the BTS reaction of you refusing sex?

Of course, Lets start with a little back story.

There was something comforting about going rehearsals with him, a sense of comfort in knowing that those he works with know you exist and that you belong to him, just like he belongs to you. But this was the first time he had asked you to go with him to a live show to watch. Usually, he liked to keep his business life and personal life as far away from one another as possible, not because he was ashamed, but just because he wanted to save you from all the pressure media put on idols who are dating.

You were so excited to go with him, and he was so excited to have you there, to show you exactly what its like for him. You spent all morning stuck to one another, his hand never leaving its secure place on your hip. Even when the other members excitedly bounced over to say hello and give you a sweet hug he was still there, making sure to pull you back. The two of you would laugh as he was put into wardrobe for the show, nd he would blush when you told him how good he looked. There was even a moment where he when he walked over to you, half way through going over what would be done and talked about during the show, just to plant a deep kiss on your lips because ‘you just look so cute.’

You sat by him during hair and make up, you knew these girls didnt like you. You were honestly expecting them not to. The thought of them with their hands all over the hair your tug at when hes pleasuring you and the lips you kiss when your feeling down sent a wave of jealousy through your stomach. It didnt matter though, you knew that, for the entire time he sat there his hand was on your knee, and his eye kept opening so he could look at you.

It was when he was getting the final touches on his make up done that your silly jealousy took a pang. The make up girl told him to look at her, which fine, she needs to make sure everything is even. But when she tilted his chin up with the tip of her pinky and blushed you wouldn’t help the feeling in your stomach.

‘Ive always thought you have the prettiest smile.’ She said stroking a brush along his bottom lip gently, making him smile.

‘Good, I always thought I was the best looking one out of this group.’ He joked. You would have laughed, but his hand left your knee and folded with his own in his lap. The artist looked at you, a smug look in her eyes that made the back of your neck tingle.

‘That feels really good.’ His voice brought you back to look at him. His comment was far from appropriate so why he decided to say it floored you.

‘Of course it does! I know how much you like this part.’ She said making him smile again.

You watched as she continued to apply the numeral pink to his lips. She could have stopped four seconds ago and it would have been perfect, but she had to keep going until their was a light shine on his bottom lip.

‘Whoops, too shiny let me fix that.’ She said bending closer to his mouth. She puckered her lips and blew gently, as if that was going to solve the problem.

You looked forward as she smiled triumphantly, the noise he had made making the smug look in her eyes grow darker. Crossing your arms you turned to face the mirror in front of you and you couldn’t help but catch the eye of another member who had witnessed the whole thing. Seeing that you stood and left the dressing room, not caring that your boyfriend was calling after you.

Not having any way to get home you just took your seat and waited. You tried to smile and laugh when they finally made their way onto the stage but there was no hiding the fact that you were hurt. If he was doing that around you what was he doing when you weren’t? Thinking only made you madder and seeing him staring at you with worried eyes only made you fuming.

In the car afterwards you tried not to sit next to him but he made people shift so he could. He tried to place his hand on you knee but you moved away. He tried to kiss you cheek but you pushed his chest. All you wanted to do was cry.

Getting back to your shared apartment you ignored him, even though he was talking like nothing was wrong. He wold have finally stopped when you walked into the bathroom and slammed the door, taking your clothes of angrily before stepping into the hot shower you had started for yourself…

Jaebum:

You slamming the door would make his mind race. What had happened that you were now slamming doors? When you got out of the shower he watched you B-line it into your shared room. The sight of your bare back with pearls of water still holding to your skin made him smile, he loved your back. He’d stand and make his way over to you, licking his lips in the process before he was right behind you. You knew he was there but you had nothing to say to him, so ignoring him was your best option. That was until you felt his lips start on your shoulder and move up your neck. You stepped forward, continuing to ignore him as you reached for a set of comfy clothes. ‘Baby.’ he’d say wrapping his arms around your shoulders to try again. The thought of his lips made you sick, so you pushed him off of you. ‘Leave me alone.’ you said taking the clothes and heading back towards the bathroom. ‘Jagi, whats wrong?’ He’d say, his voice giving away the concern that erupted though his stomach. ‘I said leave me alone.’ You spat. You were just about to slam the door again when he caught it and followed you into the bathroom. ‘Tell me what is wrong.’ He said with stern eyes as you angrily pulled the shirt you grabbed over your head, scoffing when you realized it was his. ‘That shit that you pulled? That was embarrassing. How dare you let shit like that happen especially when I’m sitting right there next to you.’ You said, tears welling in your eyes.

‘Y/n, what are you talking about!’ He said trying to reach out for you again only to have you pull away. ‘Really? Are you that stupid that you didnt even realize that whats her face was all over you! Blowing on your fucking mouth, are you kidding me!’ You said, your loud voice now echoing off of the walls. ‘She was practically rubbing it in my face.’ You added, this time a bit quieter. He rubbed the back of his neck before rubbing his face and trying to pull you in one more time. This time you let him, you hated it when he looked upset. ‘Im so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking.’ He said wrapping his arms around you tightly. ‘I can’t handle that kind of things. And if thats happening when I’m sitting right next to you? What happening when I’m not.’ You said, tears now falling.

‘Im so sorry. Nothing. Nothing is happening. Please, Jagi.’

He was your sense of comfort so as you cried you couldn’t help your hands that had wondered up to hold on to his back. Seeing how upset this had made you ruined him, he never wanted to see you cry and the fact that he was the one who made you broke his heart. He’d hold onto you as long as he needed too and although he knew you handnt fully forgave him, it wouldn’t stop him from making it very known that the behavior that had happened was uncalled for and would never happen again.

Mark:

Mark would never do anything he thought would hurt you in any way. All he wanted was to be the best version of himself just for you. So when you started acting cold towards him his mind would race. He wouldn’t be able to focus during the show, talking less then he already did and when questions were sent his way he was having trouble answering them. When you stormed into the bathroom he figured maybe you just forgot to but deodorant on? He knew how weird you got when you thought you smelt so He’d leave you be, settling himself on the couch and turning the tv on. When you walked out with wet messy hair and in your pajamas he figured you were just tired, but he knew you were never to tired for him. He’d try anything to make you feel good. He stood, corning you in the kitchen before dipping his head down in attempt to kiss you. When you turned your head so he caught cheek his eyebrows would push together, you never turned down a kiss from him. He’d catch your chin and make you look at him, trying to bring his lips to yours again only to have you push his chest hard do he stumbled back away from you. ‘Don’t touch me.’ You said shooting daggers at him before picking up the drink you had poured and walking past him. You only made it half way to your bedroom before his hand caught your elbow. He spun you causing the drink to spill slightly and you to cuss. ‘What part of don’t touch me did you not understand!’ You yelled, trying to fight the lurch you heart gave when his eyes turned from confused to hurt.

‘What wrong?’ He’d ask in a small voice.

‘Whats wrong? Whats wrong is that my boyfriend Someone who is supposed to love me drops me in the blink of an eye when someone else is flirting with them. And the best part? He doesn’t even try to stop it.’ You yelled, pointing a finger at him so he knew exactly who you were talking about. His shoulders would slump and he’d take his bottom lip between his lips. ‘Jagi I-’

‘Dont Jagi I me. I saw what happened. I was there.’ You said turning to leave again. His hand reached for yours again and pulled you back around but this time when he turned you he saw just how hurt you were. ‘Please, I didnt mean it. I didnt think.’ He said trying to pull you into a hug. ‘Mark, stop.’ You said taking in a shaky breath. The hurt in his eyes made your heart turn over and you knew he meant it, you just weren’t ready to forgive him. ‘Im so sorry.’ was all he could whisper as he let you walk away again.

He knew you too well. The moment you were wrapped up in your blankets, tears slowing down and the need for him to hold you over powering you he was already in the room. He’d muster out a small ‘Jagi?’ Seeing if you were willing to talk to him and when you let your head poke up from the covers he’d rush over to you, making you scoot onto his side of the bed so he could slip under the covers in front of you and pull you into his chest. This brought a new wave of tears as you fisted the fabric of his shirt and cried. ‘I love you so much, I’m so sorry.’ you cried. He stroked your hair and made soft shushing noises to break up the sad ‘I love you’s’ he was whispering back to you.

Jackson:

Being completely oblivious of what had happened he’d be all over you the moment you stepped out of the shower. His hand would reach out for your towel and tug at it, laughing playfully as you tugged away from him and continued your way towards the bedroom. He’d then wrap his arms around you and continue to walk you forward, kissing your bare shoulder as the two of you went.

‘I swear to God, Jackson. Get off of me.’ You said shaking your shoulder hard, not caring as it ran gently into his chin.

‘y/n?’ He said, he would have thought you were just kidding and would have jumped right back into playing around, but the fact the you didnt apologize for hitting him in the face set his alarms off. You ignored him, and not caring if he was still standing there watching you, you stripped. Replacing the towel with your pajamas you climbed into bed and pulled the covers up, biting your lip as your eyes began to water. Jackson would call your name again and soon the feeling of the bed dipping down around you told you that he was sitting next to you. ‘I said leave me alone, Jackson.’ Your voice failed, giving off the fact that you were now crying.

‘Jagi, whats wrong? Hey, hey!’ He’d say softly, pulling at your arms till you were sitting up with your face in his chest.

‘Don’t touch me!’ You yelled hitting his chest, but as you tried to pull your arms out of his grip he just held on tighter, not letting you go.

‘Talk to me, why are you mad!’

‘You!” You screamed, finally getting him to let you go. ‘You sit there and humiliate me letting that… that bimbo actively flirt with you! She knew exactly what she was doing and stared at me while she did it! Obviously knowing that you weren’t going to do shit! You-’ He cut you off by pulling you into his chest, tears stinging his eyes as he realized what he had done and how much he had actually hurt you.

All he could do was say he was sorry as he buried his face into your neck, holding onto you tightly. His sorries would be staggered with a string of ‘please don’t leave me, please ill change.’ It would shock him how much this actually bothered him. You half expected him to laugh at your tears and tell you you were dumb, but how upset he had gotten only told you how much he loved you. You’d surprise him when you wrapped your arms around his head, your fingers gently playing with his hair as you silently cried realizing how rude you were being.

‘please don’t give me a reason to think you don’t love me.’ would be all you said before letting him kiss you sweetly.

Jinyoung:

Conversations from earlier in the day would sent him in a certain mood and while you showered it’d be all he could think about. He’d have trouble containing himself as he waited for the water to turn off and as soon as it did he was outside the bathroom door to wait for you. He’d smirk as you opened the door and looked up to him before walking right past to the bedroom. He followed you, watching the way your hips swayed under the towel and how your wet hair left streams of water down your bare back. You’d have walked up to the bed where your usual sleeping shirt was laying, not even realizing Jinyoung was standing behind you until his hands were running up your bare arms. You ignored him while reaching forward to slip the shirt over your body before stepping just out of his reach to slip on a pair of shorts. He’d step to you and take your cheeks between his hands before trying to lean down to kiss you. When you pulled your face from his hands he’d look at you with upset and confused eyes, confused as to why you were acting like this when not even three hours ago you were whispering things to one another. ‘Are we not going to do this?’ He’d ask, the throbbing in his pants subsiding as he thought about your buzz kill mood.

‘No, Jinyoung. Were not ‘doing this’.’ You said scoffing at him before walking back into the bathroom. He’d roll his eyes and turned around, readying himself for bed. Lights out and laying as far from him as possible you started to cry. He didnt care, if he did he would have figured out that you were mad at him by then. You’d sniffle once as his arm lazily found its way around your neck like it did every night, but still nothing. You’d take his arm off of you, removing yourself from the comfort of your blanket. He’d watch you stand up and make your way to the kitchen, eyebrows pressing together when you refused to return. He never was able to sleep well without you.

‘Jagi? Are you okay?” He’d finally say, bringing him from the bed and making his way over to you.

‘Go back to bed Jinyoung.’ You’d say. He’d realized that it wasn’t the kitchen that you had gone to, but the couch in the living room.

‘What are you doing in here?’ He said, eyebrows still pressed together.

‘Sleeping. Go away.’ You said rolling over so your back was not to him.

‘I dont understand why you would sleep out here when-’

‘Of course you don’t understand, Jinyoung! You never understand. You never open your eyes and realize how big of an idiot you are!’ You said, sitting fully up. You couldn’t help but cringe slightly at your choice of words.

‘Why are you acting like this?’ He’d say crossing his arms over his chest.

‘Why are you putting me second place to other girls? If i knew all it took was a few bats of the eyelash I wouldn’t have waisted any of my time!’ You said standing up so you were now practically nose to nose.

‘When did i put you second-’

‘The fact that you even have to ask that question is the reason why. I get it, girls flirt with you all day long, its apart of the job. But when Im- me the girl you live with and say ‘I love you’ too every night, when Im sitting there and its very obvious you’re into the attention the cute make up artist is giving you its very obvious I’m second.

‘Thats not true, y/n.’ He’d say making you scoff.

‘Then how about this,’ You started standing up, now more angry than ever. ‘You get to sleep on the couch tonight. See for yourself how it feels to be second.’ You said throwing the couch pillow at him and storming off into the bedroom. He wouldn’t let it drop that easy and would come bursting into the bed room, grabbing your hand and pulling you to look at him before you could get into bed.

‘Nothing. No one comes before you. Let that be clear. And now being aware of it I will make sure to put you where you deserve to be.’ He’d pause, hastily reaching for your cheek to stoke it, smiling slightly to himself when you let him. ‘I love you so much. Im so sorry you have to put up with my shit.’

Youngjae:

The moment you had started to act distant towards him he’d know something was wrong. Usually when you got upset with him he’d wait it out, apologizing for what ever he did and you would turn around, tell him it was okay and the two of you would cuddle it out. This time was different. He had tried to hold your hand on the car ride home only to have you turn your attention to Jackson and start talking about how he thought the day went. He’d try again a little later, this time apologizing, but when you rolled your eyes knowing perfectly that he had no idea what he was apologizing for you’d just give him a stern look before folding your arms across your chest. Once home, he followed you like a puppy just trying to get you to talk to him but when you slammed the bathroom door in his face and turned on the water to drown out his calls he finally stopped. He’d go to your bedroom and sit on the bed with his head in his hands trying to figure out away to get you to tell him what was wrong. He ended on trying something new. No more pleading, just your favorite acts of love.

He’d watch you walk into your bedroom with just a towel wrapped around you. The daggers you sent him before turning back to your closet made him nervous. With a mental Fuck it He’d stand and close the space between the two of you. Just like he hoped you melted under his touch, letting him kiss up your neck till his lips landed on your cheek. You turned, ready to finally say anything and he’d press his lips to you, giving you the rough passionate kiss that always took you by surprise.

‘Im so sorry, I love you so much.’ He’d say between kisses. This brought reality back into your mind and instantly you pushed him off of you.

‘You don’t even know what your sorry about.’ you said softly, no matter how mad you were you couldn’t get yourself to yell at him.

‘Please.’

‘Jae, you… That girl was all over you and you did nothing.’ You said biting your lip. The hurt in his eyes making you feel small and want nothing more than to wrap your arms around him. He hurt you though.

‘I didnt even realize it.’ He said, now knowing exactly what you were talking about. You gave a sarcastic laugh and shook you head, turning away from him once more.

‘You could have anyone and the fact that she felt like she could do that right infant of me just proves that you aren’t as serious about this as I am. I love you with all of my heart and you give girls the vibe that they can take you from me when ever they want. If that happened while I was sitting right next to you what happens when I’m not?’ You said, his eyes began to glisten at what you were suggesting.

‘I would never let anyone come between us, y/n. You know that.’

‘Do I? Because the one time you had a chance to actually prove that you did nothing.’

Thats what would wreck him. The fact that you were right, a girl was actively flirting with him and instead of stopping it he let it happen and he let you see it. He wouldn’t say anything other than a small ‘you’re right.’ to which you’d nod and let him pull you into another hug, this time accepting his promises to always be more attentive to what was happening around him, wether you were there or not.

BamBam:

You could hardly walk out of the bathroom you had been silently tearing in for the past hour without BamBam coming up behind you and slipping his hands under the towel that you clung to your body. ‘God, I want you so bad right now.’ He’d say, his lips grazing your ear before he nipped gently and started to kiss on your sweet spot. Normally you would be a giggling mess right now, already pooling in your panties just with the sole fact of getting him naked. He didnt seem to notice your lack of excitement through the feeling of your next to naked body was pressed against his already growing member. ‘You horny cause that bitch turned you on?’ You said finally getting enough courage to pull out of his grip. Not waiting for a response you walked into the bedroom and slammed the door, and quickly changing before he could walk into the room.

‘What do you mean?’ He’d say with a light bite to his voice.

‘Do you feel obligated to come back to me every night? Is that why we literally have sex all the time? Because girls at work are basically dry humping your dick and you feel like you can’t act on it? Do you picture them when you flip me over?’ You said throwing your towel at him. He caught it, his expression going from 100 to 0 real quick.

‘How could you say that?’ He said, his voice now small.

‘How could I say that?’ You started crossing your arms over your chest. ‘How could you basically let every girl in that room earlier know that Im just a show? That anyone could have you if they just tried hard enough!’ You said throwing the towel that was on your head at him now.

‘Does she fulfill your needs when I can’t? Will she let you do things that I’m uncomfortable with? Was that her marking her territory? Letting me know that you really don’t work late hours, that you spend more time with her?’ You yelled, frustration making your face read and your eyes tear up again.

‘Are you really- do you really think I would cheat on you?’ He said trying to take a step forward, but the look on your face told him he’d be better staying where he was.

‘I didnt think you would actually engage in a flirty conversation in front of me, but here we are.’

He was speechless. He knew there was nothing he could say to make you feel better and it was overwhelming. He’d move to sit on the edge of the bed and dropped his head into his hands, wracking his brain on something to say that would make you feel better. Your heart lurched for him and for a second you wanted him to hold you, but you were to proud. It didnt help that he thought of him knocking boots with the make up artist in a closet kept running through your mind. With a single tear running down your cheek you started to walk out of the room, the sight of him making your feel sick. You had been so convinced up until now that he was the love of your life. That nothing could touch the two of you.

You weren’t even able to make it to the door when he grabbed your wrist and pulled you hard. You didnt even have a chance to stumble before he was hugging you tightly, his arms wrapping themselves around your neck and shoulders.

‘Please, please don’t. I would never… I love you so much, please don’t walk away.’

‘Then give me a reason to stay.’ you said, both of you crying silent tears. He’d sniffle and lean back just enough to take your cheeks between his hands. He looked at you longingly, thumbs softly stroking the backs of your cheeks. There was a slight hiccup in his chest before he kissed you softly. Despite how angry you were the same feeling of excitement and passion erupted through your entire body. It was so loud in your ear that you didnt even realize your arms had reached up to hold him to you.

‘Please believe me when I say Id never do anything like that.’

Yugyeom:

Walking out of the shower you’d walk right into his arms. You had looked so amazing that day and he could hardly wait to get you home and express just how beautiful you were to him. His lips would be on yours in an instant as he softly held your head to his. He’d tried to deepen the kiss but you weren’t budging. You couldn’t ever get yourself to hurt Yugyeom, no matter how stupid he could be at times. Even now as you were held tightly to his chest, the sight of the make up artist blowing on his lips and the noise he had made kept running through your mind. You finally pushed him off of you, feeling like you could taste her breath. ‘No. Not happening.’ You said walking away from him.

You’ve played this game before, let him kiss you a bit and then moving away. He knew you loved to be chased so with a goofy grin he’d walk quickly after you, bending so he could get a good grip of your waist before picking you up off the ground.

‘Yugyeom I said no!.’ You yelled prying his hands off of you before turning around and pushing his chest. His face would fall in confusion, now not quite sure how serious you were being. You’ve never pushed him away that hard before. He decided to try again thinking maybe third times a charm.

‘Get off of me!’ You screamed raising your elbow from his grip. ‘Do not touch me. Do not touch me, do not touch me! Damn get it through your thick skull!’ You yelled as you turned to face him.

‘Why are you being like this?’ He’d say, it now fully registering that you were pissed.

‘Oh I don’t know, maybe its the weather, maybe I’m on my period. Or maybe, and you’ll laugh at this one, maybe my boyfriend was sitting there letting some girl mock me while she basically pissed all over you!’ You yelled, not caring how loud your voice had gotten. You watched as his eyes closed and he sat on the bed.

‘What, you’re mad she proved to me how easy it is to get to you? How easy it would be for her to take you from me?’ You bit.

‘I would never leave you for her.’ he said, but it seemed to just make things worse.

‘Fine, maybe not her. But if she could get that close to get under my skin I can only imagine what someone else could do. You’re gone a lot and I thought you understood how i felt about you and how I feel about not being able to be with you all the time. Why shouldn’t I get mad when a girl who sees you more then I do starts blowing all over you. Actions speak louder than words and you the letting go of me the moment she batter her eyes at you was a message I received loud and clear.’

‘Y/n,’ He said looking back to you. You waited for him to say something but ended up scoffing as he took to long to find his words.

‘Y/n please, I didnt even realize-’

‘Of course you didnt, why would you.’

‘Don’t be like this.’ He’d say standing up and making his way over to you.

‘Like what? Worried that the one person I love more than anything else is allowing girls to throw themselves all over him? And then does it when I’m sitting right there? Do you know how much that hurts?’ You said, clearing your throat to try and hide the way it had faulted.

‘I messed up. I wasn’t even paying attention to her, I… Its sounds cliché…’ He started, but bit his lip and looked at the floor when you had risen an eyebrow at him. ‘Its just you looked so pretty today and I was embarrassed cause, well you do things to me…’

In that instant your hard face fell and your eyes widened.

‘Wait.’ You said, covering your mouth. ‘You were sitting there letting me scream at you because you were horny and trying to hide it?’ You said trying to hide your laugh.

‘Dont laugh at me, you always do that to me.’ He said giving you a small worried smile.

His body would relax when you reached out for him and hugged his was it tightly. ‘Im sorry I assumed the worse.’ You said into his shirt.

‘I didnt realize how bad it looked. Im sorry.’ He said hugging you back.

#got7 reactions #got7 #jaebum #mark #jackson #jinyoung #youngjae #bambam #yugyeom

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taneyeo · 7 years ago

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looking back on things,

I’m a hypocrite, really. I ask you to tell me your problems, but I never really tell you my problems either.

Sometimes you do tell me your problems, but I’ve been stubborn and refusing to change things (because why do I have to change if you don’t). Then, why do I not tell you my problems with you?

Maybe I’m afraid if I tell you my problems, it’ll make it seem like you have to fix them, that it’s your fault and it’s not my fault. Maybe it’s because in the end it’s a silly thing that you’ll think is stupid and you’ll hate me.

I did tell you my problems once. You didn’t understand, and in the end, I was just a fool anyways.

And you probably hated me for that in the end.

Your kindness is a double-edged sword. I’ll always know that whatever you do, it’s because you do care. But at the same time, I’ll always know that whatever you don’t do, it’s also because you care.

Do you tell me that you want things to work out because you’re worried about my reaction if you don’t? Do you tell me that you don’t hate me, because you don’t want me to feel bad? Are you afraid to tell me that you’d rather spend your time with other people because you’re afraid you’ll hurt my feelings?

You tell me you won’t lie, but telling nothing is just as bad as lying.

And if I ask directly, are you doing it because you feel bad?

A lot of things I did during the winter, I did because I wanted to know who you were. I suppose that’s what you’re trying to figure out right now, huh. Everything changed over that week, and suddenly, I didn’t know who you were.

I looked back at some messages. I see why I was so scared. I didn’t really understand you. You wouldn’t tell me things, and you would lie sometimes. I doubted myself. I thought, “what if he doesn’t like me anymore?”

I don’t know if you remember, but once, I ignored you for a night. You said you’d be studying, and soon after I got into bed, I saw you playing DOTA. I waited, and waited. Soon enough, you came back. And I asked you what you were up to, and you replied, “I was studying.”

There wasn’t a need to lie, but the fear was sown in. If you could lie about something as small as this, what else could you lie to me about?

And soon after, some other things you kept hidden from me reappeared. “I’m in class with some of my friends,” you said. But that was a lie. You were only with her that entire time. “We don’t talk much anymore,” you said. But that was also a lie, too, wasn’t it?

But when I asked why you lied, all you could say was, “I don’t know.”

What happened to, “I will accept having to re-earn your trust”? And when did it become, “You have to show me that I can trust you again”?

Ah, so many things. And from these insecurities, I trampled on your love and your happiness. I’ve made you unhappy with the things you wanted to do. I’ve made our happy days turn into sad days. Am I twisting the blame back to you? Maybe I am. But is it really all my fault? Maybe it is.

Who are you, and who am I?

Girls are complex, they said. What liars. Boys are so much more difficult to understand. All a girl wants is for the person she loves to say, “I cherish you as much as you cherish me.”

Ah, you might have remembered that one time I was angry at you in February. Shunned you and was stubborn. I expected too much from you.

February 14th.

I can’t recall if we wished each other a Happy Valentine’s Day. I know we were past that, dwelling on the “cheesiness” of such things. For you, it was embarassing. But everytime you would say things like, “ugh so cheesy”, even though I would agree wholeheartedly with your groans, I would think, “I want that, though.”

But I feared everytime, if I asked, would that kindness of yours rear your head and do it for me, not because you wanted to, but because you felt bad and didn’t want to disappoint me?

Ah, that one week in early March, or was it late February? I decided I wouldn’t message you first. Partly because I had blown up on you that past weekend (again), partly because I wanted to know if you really wanted to talk to me. I expected the results, and yet I was disappointed.

It reminds me of how it is now between the two of us. It hasn’t really changed. Me, sending messages, and you replying when you had the time.

I don’t want to think all of this was a lie. I don’t wan’t it to be a lie.

The times I shunned you, the times I was angry at you and blew up, I just wasn’t able to ask you

“Was this something you wanted or was this something you had to do?”

“Are you doing this because I am special to you, or are you doing this because that’s something expected of you to do as my boyfriend?”

I suppose,

that’s the question you’re trying to answer right now,

aren’t you?

i miss talking to you.

everything reminds me of you. i’m always thinking, oh, he’d really like to see this dog. or it be really cool to show him this festival. or wasn’t there that one time we were thinking about looking at this? or, he used to call out my name like that when he had something to say.

the silence is lonely. because it used to be filled with you

don’t you ever feel like that?

is there ever a moment when you think, ah, this is where I’d give him a hug and tell him to hang in there? or this is where i’d send a message, asking him where he is?

is there ever a moment, where you think,

ah, someday I won’t be saying good morning to you anymore.

and you think

what’s the point of everything anymore

and

thinking about a day, where you aren’t in my life anymore

is so, so very lonely.

honestly, i’d rather live in that world where I’m a wanted criminal and sentenced to death

if everything in the end means nothing

i wish i’d never met you in the first place

ha ha ha, is this what my love is?

nothing but myself? nothing about you?

i wish, if it were possible, to go back and start things all over again, so that I could fix my mistakes

i wish i could make you happy, like you’ve made me happy

ah where did i go wrong

when did i go from

“if he came back to me, nothing else would matter, and I’d be happy with whatever he does” to

“why doesn’t he do it for me”

i’m back to where i’m started though

“if he came back, i’d be happy with whatever he does”

im sorry

i showed you a part of me i didn’t want you to see

im sorry that it ruins everything that made you love me

i’ll do better, and never let that side of me see the light of day again.

but it seems like it won’t ever be enough.

even though i’ve told you, despite my hatred and my jealousy, i don’t mind you doing the things that you love. i really want you to dothe things that you love i really do.

but

i also wanted to be one of the things you loved.

in the end,

will you still be the andrew i fell in love with

or will you become like all the other people that left me and will leave me

#i'm just rambling at this point #you'll probably never read it #and if you do you'll probably never mention it #and in the end you'll just leave me again

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Laurie Anderson: I see Lou all the time. Hes a continued, powerful presence

Over seitan and tofu in New York, the avant-garde performance artist talks about her Buddhism and loss and love for her mother and her late husband Lou Reed

Long after shes left, Ill still be thinking about Laurie Andersons pumpkin-coloured jacket. I see it through the window of the restaurant, this big daub of colour amid all the greys and blacks of a New York winter. Then that colour is inside and here, emerging from it, is Laurie Anderson 69 years old, small, sparkling and wide awake. Her hair, a spiky coronet, stands on end as if permanently electrified by the brain beneath. When shes smiling, which is most of the time, she looks even more impish. The jacket, this big fat orange thing, puffy to the point of spherical, should be plain absurd, but on her I cant help seeing it as extension of her own being. For decades, Anderson has been disarming us with searching and playful work that dovetails these same qualities: the spiritual and the silly. In the early 80s she was hailed as one of the most exciting figures in experimental art and she remains our foremost performance artist, inspiring something so often lacking in avant-garde work humour and affection. Thats certainly the tenor of her most recent work, Heart of a Dog, which the New York Times called a dreamy, drifty and altogether lovely movie. Narrated by Anderson and comprising animated drawings and old home video, its a roaming, looping consideration of various loves and losses: her dog, her mother, and her husband, the musician Lou Reed, who died in 2013. It opens with Birth of Lola, in which Anderson recounts, in detail, a dream about giving birth to her rat terrier. I imagine many women must feel that intense, bodily love for their pet yet its not exactly socially acceptable to admit to it.

Thats why its good to start a film or a book that way, she whispers. Just to kind of go right on out there.

Were in Blossom, a vegan mainstay where Anderson is a regular, even if she isnt, strictly speaking, vegetarian. I have been known to eat steak, she says, although it doesnt happen very often, especially not since she read her friend Matthieu Ricards book, A Plea for the Animals. Hes a Buddhist monk and writer, she says. He just demolishes every single argument that we have for eating meat.

We have a quick look at our meatless menu. I wonder what a soy bacon cheeseburger is! she says, amused. I might get that, it sounds ridiculous. Then again: Maybe theres something thats not pretending to be something else, lets see. They make seitan really well here, actually, I might have that.

And from processed wheat gluten, we somehow easily move to the topic of maternal love. Or lack thereof: in the film Anderson makes the calm revelation that she didnt love her mother. Its true, you know? she says. Women are meant to be all-loving, always no one else is, but women are. I think its even harder for people just to say, My mother didnt love me. Because then youre questioning the whole system.

Did her mother love her?

She was not someone who really knew how to do that, she says. She taught me other things. She taught me how to love books, music.

Anderson grew up in a small town in Illinois, with three sisters and four brothers and, after college in California, made her way to New York where she studied sculpture. By the 70s, shed found her tribe among the avant-garde artists of downtown New York. Her contemporaries included musicians such as Philip Glass and she began experimenting with technology and performance. None of us thought we would ever make a living doing art, she says.

Nor did she ever think she might become a pop star. O Superman, a stark, eight-minute track, based on a Massenet opera,, reached No 2 on the UK singles chart in 1981. To Andersons astonishment, a seven-album deal with Warner Brothers followed. The soundtrack to Heart of a Dog constitutes her 12th album.

And then here comes our lunch.

Oh wow, nicely done! she says, her face lighting up at the two little faux-hollandaise suns of my tofu Benedict. Her seitan isnt quite as pretty but, she assures me after a few forkfuls, its delicious. Food is important to her: I cook not as much as I used to. I used to make lunch all the time for the people at the studio. It was taking a huge chunk of the day so now I have someone else do it, but its really important for us at the studio to eat together.

She often talks about how her work is about stories, and what happens when they are told and retold, and I wonder about the stories around how a widow should grieve. Those stories must be compounded, I imagine, when youre the widow of a public figure. As Im saying this a look of blank confusion comes over her face. Its the word widow.

I know I am a widow but thats not my identity, she says. But it also wasnt my identity to be husband and wife although we were. Partner would be more what I thought.

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Reeds death seems to have granted her not sadness so much as a kind of rapture. In an essay for Rolling Stone she wrote: I had gotten to walk with him to the end of the world. Life so beautiful, painful and dazzling does not get better than that. And death? I believe that the purpose of death is the release of love.

Those doors open maybe once in your life, she tells me, or if youre lucky, twice, and you get to see all this stuff. And that door will open again when you have to face your own death, but you get a chance to think about it and see it and feel it. Its overwhelming. It filled me with happiness. I wasnt prepared for that I was supposed to be grief-stricken. Instead, it was kind of an ecstatic experience, and it continues to be. It caused my world to open up, and I understood things or began to understand things in a different way.

Such as?

For example, were supposedly here eating lunch in some way, but were actually not here, right? and her smile grows wider in invitation. Life is a constant hallucination.

It doesnt surprise me that she speaks about Reed in the present tense.

Lou is the most wonderful person Ive ever met and I think of him all the time and hes completely inspiring to me. I miss him enormously, but theres no point in being sad. I see him all the time, hes always here, a continued, really powerful presence. I think a lot of other people feel the same way because he was such a strong character that just doesnt dissipate that quickly. I just wish I could hear what he would have to say about Trump. That would be something.

For her, the biggest shock of the US election was the misogyny.

People get swayed pretty easily to think what the so-called norm is. So when people are screaming lock her up [at Hillary Clinton] its so hideous. Or hang her I dont think people are outraged enough about that. Almost half the country talking that way.

She admits that this has been a challenge to her Buddhist practice: how do you find loving compassion for someone shouting sexist invective? And yet: I feel guilty what was I doing the last 20 years? Had I noticed that people had slipped out of the middle class? I was saying that to a friend about Trump supporters theyre just hungry. And she said, Yeah, but a lot of them are just assholes who just hate women. Dont try to make it so sweet.

I dont think, though, that Anderson can help that sweetness. Its part of her.

Particularly at the end of your life, she insists, theres always this idea of goodness, you never feel like you deserve it, and the fact is, you do. One of the things that blew Lous mind is the idea that were here to have a good time. Not to suffer. No, to be here for total joy, bliss.

And as we talk a little more about death I start to feel Im cocooned inside a big orange jacket a lifejacket, in fact.

The film and album Heart Of A Dog are out now on Nonesuch