#anyway this man has me acting like a fool again. HELP

[isobel-thorm]

♪ Men are stupid and I don’t respect them ♪

[gojoidyll]

There is No Law that Emperors Must be Fair

Emperor ! Jing Yuan x Princess ! Reader

Chapter 7 | Kisses Erase Pain

Summary | You are set to marry the Emperor, Jing Yuan. In order to break the engagement, you stage an accident and fake having amnesia. But now, your own cruel, cold, and distant fiancé, who seemed to not want anything to do with you, is now acting all lovey dovey!

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Sunday mused to himself as he gently ran his fingers through your hair, then bending down to you, his lips gently brushed against your ear, “it’s time to wake up, dove.”

His soothing voice washed over you, your whole body felt all warm and cozy, it was like being enveloped into a comfortable embrace on a winter morning.

Opening your eyes, you found yourself staring up at what you believed was an angel. And judging by the wings sprouting from his head, you knew you weren’t too far off the mark.

“You’re so beautiful,” you whispered those words as you continued to look up at him. Your confession made him smile at you, his hand still running through your hair.

“Thank you, dove, but don’t you have any questions for me?”

You shook your head, “I know I’m dead… what is there to ask?”

“A second chance, perhaps?”

You froze at that before lifting yourself from his lap and turning to him while sitting on your knees, your eyes a bit hopeful, “like going back in time and starting over?!”

Sunday chuckled to himself for a moment before shaking his head, “I can’t send you back. Time isn’t what I am able to control. However, I am able to erase what all has happened to you. In other words, I can make it to where your death hasn’t even happened.”

You thought over his words for a moment, “so you can’t send me back, but you can erase it? To how far back can you go?”

“As far back as I want,” he said as he lifted his hand to caress your cheek, “I could even erase your very existence.”

He watched your face contort into one of fear being patting your cheek softly before letting his hand fall from your face, “but don’t worry, I would never do that to you.”

You steadied your breathing before asking your next question, “so… since I am seeing you now… does that mean you plan on erasing something?”

“You could say that,” Sunday mused, “I want to erase your death and all the way up to that little amnesia plan of yours.”

“Only that far?!”

He smiled at you, “I am an impatient man, I don’t want to erase too far back and wait to see what unfolds.”

“… Why are you doing this for me?”

“Because I want to see if you can win.”

“Win?”

“The emperor has no laws for himself, no weaknesses. You could change that.”

You could only shrug, “kind of hard to do that when I can’t fool him. Not to mention he has a few favorite maids he likes to entertain.”

Sunday reached for you and patted your head, “but remember dove, it was Blade’s protectiveness that gave you away. Manage to not let Blade or Dan Heng find out about you, then your life would be easier.”

“That reminds me, who was the man who had helped Jing Yuan anyway?”

“That was Moze. An assassin. Be careful around him too. Honestly though, I am surprised he wasn’t your first obstacle…”

You shook your head with a smile before standing up, Sunday joining you, “so I guess this means you will send me back now?”

“Of course,” he said while getting closer to you, his lips gently pressing to your forehead which immediately caused a glowing light to surround you.

“Wait- I never got your name,” you said as you started to disappear.

Sunday merely smiled, “I am sure I am mentioned in a few books here and there, find my name there, and if we meet again, tell me what you think my name is.”

That was the last thing he said, then that warmth was gone, and you found yourself waking up in a cold sweat. Your breathing was hard, erratic. Looking around for a moment, you hastily got out of bed and went to your desk. On it sat a calendar.

“So,” you muttered to yourself, “I really am back to the day I decided to try and get amnesia…, and how did he explain it? He couldn’t control time, so he didn’t send me back. No, instead he said it was more like he was erasing the events that had happened… but what sort of being could possibly do that? No god in any religion I have heard of have ever been able to do that… Maybe I should go to the library today and see if I can figure out anything that way.”

Nodding to yourself, you went to your closet to fish out some decent clothes to wear (a dress that was easy to move around in since you didn’t plan to enact any more plans for the time being). And just as you made it to the door and opened it, you paused.

“Oh… hello, Blade.”

A part of you still couldn’t believe that that mysterious man erased the events that had happened, so there was only one thing to test out that theory. And that was talking to Blade, of course. Ever since you came here Blade has been like your shadow. Not once has he ever spoken to you or tried to speak. And you didn’t bother to talk to him either as a sort of defiance of not talking to anyone. But it was all too clear to you now that even if you don’t talk to anyone, the Emperor wouldn’t care.

Blade looked down at you, his gaze hardening as he glared at you, but he offered no greeting in return.

Well fine, be an ass, you thought begrudgingly as you turned on your heel and headed in the direction of the library. Blade already following you, hot on your heel as a shadow would be.

The library wasn’t hard to find, but it was a pain to get there due to how far it was from your room. But whatever, you were here now.

“Now, if I was a deity that can erase events… what book would I be in?”

You said those words quietly enough so Blade wouldn’t hear. Glancing behind you, you noticed how he stayed near the door, completely uninterested in what you were doing. Perfect.

So, you got to work.

You passed by multiple genres of books but eventually settled on a few pertaining to religion, history, a few fictional since they had titles and descriptions correlating with your situation, and even a few books that described creatures that looked a lot like the man you met.

Rolling a small cart, you brought it over to a couch and plopped down.

“Now, let’s see what I can find!”

Six hours later and you thought you were going to pass away. The fictional books were entertaining and served as good breaks, but they didn’t help you in the slightest of mentioning who could erase events that had happened!

It felt like you were about to rip your hair out! Sighing heavily and closing the current book you had in your lap; you went to get up and return the books all to their rightful place. You originally thought of leaving them out and letting someone else put them back, but you didn’t want a surprise visit from the emperor who would start asking about your sudden interest in historical and religious themes.

Once done putting them back, you settled for grabbing a single book to read. It was a fairy tale where a princess is saved by a prince. Sitting back down on the couch, you lay back and grinned at the title. Despite being a princess… you doubted any prince would dare to come save you.

Though, as soon as you opened the book and started reading once again, your eyes started to grow heavy and before too long, you fell asleep. Your breathing evened out and the book was held tightly against your chest as you curled up on your side. A small smile on your face.

Though, not too long after you fell asleep, the Emperor was walking by the room, “Blade? It’s uncommon to see you guarding the library,” Jing Yuan mused at the guard.

Blade huffed and jutted his head towards the open door, “the princess decided to read today.”

Jing Yuan hummed to the information and walked in, his eyes scanned the room for a moment before landing on your sleeping figure.

“Seems to me like she is sleeping more than she is reading.”

Blade came to stand next to the Emperor, arms crossed over his chest, “she was in here all the day.”

“That so?”

Blade nodded wordlessly as Jing Yuan walked over to your sleeping figure. His body knelt next to you, looking over you, he then noticed the book that was in your arms. Plucking the book from your grasp, he looked over the title.

“Foolish girl,” Jing Yuan mused as noticed how the book entailed a princess being saved by a prince.

“She wouldn’t be foolish if you just treated like an actual fiancé.”

“Its not everyday that I hear you defending my rewards from conquest.”

Blade shrugged, “I am only stating the obvious. Furthermore… I am bored of following her around.”

Jing Yuan let out a laugh as he stood back up, “then introduce her to other things that the castle has to offer. I’m sure even you can handle that task since you are so bored.”

Blade bowed slightly as Jing Yuan decided to take his leave.

“Of course, Emperor.”

And when he was gone, Blade looked back to you, his glare still present on his face.

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[grandlinedreams]

Can I request zoro angest with happy ending

The reader is in love with him and everyone knows that except him so when she saw him sleeping with that girl she started to get distance

:3 i hate that girl I’m sure all zoro simp does

Whdhd you mean Hiyori? But sure bb, I can do that! I hope this is to your liking!

[Heads up!: afab/fem aligned!reader, misunderstandings, Zoro's a lil dumb but it's okay we love him, Wano spoilers]

Of all the times to be jealous, now is not one of them. Not when you have so much at stake, when everything seems to be unraveling from carefully made plans to absolute chaos (thanks in no small part to the antics of your beloved captain) ㅡ you don't have time for things as petty as jealousy.

And yet it continues to rear its ugly head, glittering green serpent eyes as it coils low in your stomach, despite your attempts to focus on anything but that.

It doesn't help that Hiyori is beautiful, with connections that you could never dream of having ㅡ in short, she is everything that you are not. And as bitter of a taste as it sours your mouth with at the thought of it, you can't blame Zoro for liking her.

"Maybe you're better off," Sanji tells you, because he's aware of how you feel ㅡ as is the entirety of the crew, perhaps sans Luffy and definitely sans Zoro. You've not been overly obvious about it, but it's clear if he cared to truly pay attention ㅡ and clearly he hasn't. "Guy is an idiot anyways."

"He's not an idiot, Sanji." The blond cook stares, and you look away. "It's fine. Not like it matters, I never said anything anyways."

"Said what?" You tense at the sound of Zoro's voice behind you, turning to find the swordsman glancing between you and Sanji, the way your expression closes off.

"Nothing," you say, and he tracks your movement as you step past him before he follows you, curious as to what you'd been talking to Sanji about.

"Did I do somethin'? You're acting weird." How painfully oblivious can one man be? You wonder if he's truly as clueless as he comes off, or if this is a subtle attempt to hammer home the point. He's not yours. Never has been, and now ㅡ never will be.

"No," you answer at last, watch the aimless drift of sakura petals on the breeze. "You didn't do anything at all."

ㅡ

"Are you that much of an idiot?" Zoro bristles at Sanji's verbal barb, eye narrowing as the cook glowers at him. "It's amazing that any lady looks at you!"

"Watch it! Last time I checked it was you who throws himself at anything that breathes like a damn fool!"

"We're not talking about me, mossbrain." Sanji's tone is sharp. "If you're really this oblivious to what happens around you, I feel even worse for [Name]."

Zoro blinks, then scowls. "What do you mean by that?"

Sanji hopes that you'll forgive him, that he'll spend forever apologizing if this doesn't go well ㅡ but gods above, someone needs to give this dumbass swordsman a kick in the right direction.

"She likes you, you moron." Sanji exhales, giving Zoro a withering stare. "How do you think she felt seeing you cuddled up with Hiyori like that?"

"It wasn't like that, damn it!" Zoro snaps. "[Name] knows that, doesn't she?"

Sanji scoffs. "You don't know shit about women, mosshead. All I can say is you better figure out what to say to her."

ㅡ

Zoro stews about it for the better part of an hour before he goes to find you. He'd thought it clear he had no feelings for Hiyori, that her sleeping on him had happened after he drifted off. But apparently not, if it's upsetting you.

There's also the fact that you like him ㅡ when had that happened? How long have you ㅡ

"Zoro?" Your voice pulls him from his thoughts to find you watching him, expression somewhere between fond exasperation and confusion. "Did you get lost again?"

"No, Iㅡ" He halts, struggling for words. "I was looking for you."

"For me?" Your head tilts with the jingle of the gold kanzashi in your hair, delicate strings of beads swaying with the movement. "Is something wrong?"

If he were that stupid cook, it'd be easier. He could wax poetic about how pretty you look ㅡ but he's not good at that kind of thing, knows he'd make a bigger fool out of himself.

The cool press of your palm makes him jolt as he snaps a hand up to catch your wrist, and you frown. "You're scaring me a little, so I thought maybe you had a fever, butㅡ"

His grip tightens, and Zoro yanks. He's never been skilled with words the way he is with swords, always better at showing than saying ㅡ so he hopes the press of his lips to yours says enough.

There's some satisfaction to be had at the flush of your cheeks when he pulls away, other hand pressing to your mouth. "But Hiyoriㅡ"

He scoffs. "I don't like her, and it wasn't like that."

Your expression shifts to something like relief. "Oh. And you kissing me?"

"Thought that'd be obvious." He pulls you close again, this time gentler, tone softer. "Do I need to repeat myself?"

Your eyes glitter with mischievous light. "Maybe."

He's all too happy to oblige.

[eydi-andrius]

Fool Entire IV

warnings: verbal abuse, implied attempted r*pe, abuse of power, physical violence

Synopsis

If someone asked you who Prince Aemond was in your life, you probably would have said the love of your life.

Years have passed but still your heart yearns for him.

But you were no fool.

It was a lesson learned for you not to give your heart to a man who knows nothing but duty.

a/n: it's been a while huh? well it turns out i've already written chapters for this story and completely forgot about them. And yes, it was him with his slutty walk that made me check my WIPs for Aemond. 😂 Anyway! ENJOY! or I guess??? 🤺 It's also 3AM and I can't sleep. Augh!

Part III here.

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"Then go." Simon replied nonchalantly.

"Did you even hear what I said?" You grimaced when he did not think twice giving you an answer to the questions you have been beating yourself to answer and choose from.

"I did." He said looking around.

"Then why did you recommend that I go back to court? You know how much I suffered." With a huff, you crossed your arms and glared at him.

"Little lady…. It is because, without a doubt, that you were born to be a noble lady. Tell me…how many times has someone been banished to a life full of riches for them to have an opportunity to go back without marrying? None." He also crossed his arms and glared back at you as he explained how his answer was the best one. He looks absolutely sure. And here you thought he would be the one to tell you not to.

"And based on your story, you were not going back as someone's fiance. I believe it is a win." He continued.

"How about my business then-"

"Nah uh. Once you become a noble lady again, you'll have more resources to use for it to grow. Think about it. Create your own wealth so if something happens and you were banished again, you'll have your own power. You will not go back to this slum. And your sister will be away from danger. Once an opportunity arises, you must seize it. Not everyone can get a second chance. Hear thy advice from a former mercenary. Seize it!" He squeezed his palm into fist and raised it in the air.

You can't help but chuckle on his antics and he bowed in front of you like an actor ending a play. Sometimes you cannot understand how he can act this way in a serious conversation.

"But I am serious, I won't be able to protect you always, especially now that I am having a child. I know how hard you thrive on your own and how much you have worked for you and your sister's life. However, we must know when to take chances when they show themselves. I admit that I worry about you. You are like a little sister of mine and I am saying this for your safety. Think about it." He gave a soft smile and tapped your nose.

In annoyance, you huffed and scrunched your face in disgust. How can an old man try to act adorable. He always does this when you look too serious and he usually follows the gesture with a…

"Alas! You're too young to worry too much about those things every time, so how about we move forward?" You can't help but roll your eyes. Simon will always be Simon. He is so predictable but you can always rely on his strength.

"Sister!" Your head snapped at the voice who called you and your eyes softened when you could see your sister sparkling with excitement at a fabric stall. The place looks dark for an afternoon. As if it was intentionally dimmed.

You smiled and went to her direction, followed closely by Simon.

"Look at it! The blue fabric glows in the dark!" She chirped and immediately showed you how beautifully the blue hue of the fabric looks, like the stars in the night. Glowing majestically from a gloomy night. It was gorgeous and you can't help but touch it. The fabric was soft, just like how you imagine clouds would feel, if you touch them. It is one of a kind and you can't help but be awed at how this cloth existed.

"Beautiful isn't it? The dye came from the ocean, while the fabric was loomed in a very certain way, making it so soft to the touch. You can only find that fabric available in our shop." The owner looks smug as he explains how they have gathered the needed materials for the said fabric. On how they made the cloth be so soft and how the dye looks so much alive, rather than just a glowing color at night.

"How much is it?" You asked, gulping nervously. Most of the time when owners introduce something this detailed the price will probably be something you can't afford.

You winced when he told you how much it was. The owner's face soured and shouted your party away as he saw how your face changed. He probably thought you and your sister were rich for having Simon around and also for having better clothing than the others in here. Of course, Simon did not back down without shouting his curses as well and calling the owner a bald bastard. You did your best to apologize but his mocking became too much and it was Simon who dragged you two away from the snobbish business man.

"Hah! That fabric is probably fake! That bald man really thought he could swindler us." Simon remarked bitterly as he copied how the business man introduced his product to you and your sister.

"Well, the fabric was truly beautiful and he seemed proud of it. It was our fault for not asking how much first. We wasted his time." You convinced him, but your tone still hurt by what happened.

"Oh don't start with that! That's the reason why you shouldn't be here at all. You become street smart, yes. But you still can't help putting logic on other people's bad behavior. If you know you're putting a new item for sale, you shouldn't treat your customers awfully for not being able to afford it. That was probably fake. Remember that." He rolled his eyes and walked in front of you and your sister with a frown. Your sister just giggled at you and you gave her a smile.

"I guess, we should continue and focus on our task at hand." With a deep breath, you opened the list of what you needed to buy and directed your company on what to do for today's leg work.

The afternoon sun was harsh as it beats you strolling around the market. Sweats build on your forehead and you can't help the amount of times you need to ask Simon for a break. You haggled, checked for new suppliers and searched the market for potential competitors like you always do to make sure you're top notch and following the trend. It helps a lot looking for new customers.

Once the shopping was done, you three decided to visit the brothel for refreshments. You'll just pay the girls there rather than here at the market.

However, there seems to be some sort of commotion. There were tons of people outside and you excused your way to see what was going on. You let out a horrified gasp when you saw bits of wood from broken tables and chairs. It was scattered everywhere. Looking around you saw the mistress, sitting in front of the door, dirtied and bruised. You ran towards the mistress and kneeled in front of her, asking her what happened. You helped to sit her on a chair that was brought out by one of the girls. She held her head. Her right cheek was swollen, eyes filled with fear. She looks pale too.

"Who did all of this!?" Simon yelled as he checked the damage and went inside the brothel.

Mysaria's business is protected not even by her connections but also by the Rouge Prince, Daemon Targaryen, so who in their right mind would do something so terrible and be bold.

"Are you feeling better?" You immediately handed over the goblet of water your sister brought to give to the mistress. You helped her tip over the cup and you told her to drink slowly. As you look closely, the red was starting to form like someone's hand, indicating that someone must have hurt her.

"You shouldn't be in here." Once she swallowed the water, she looked at you and grabbed your arm. Her eyes wide with worry.

"They're looking for you."

"Who?" Your heart beat faster and you can only think of someone who might be looking for you. His familiar back and silver hair flashes in your memory. Could it be possible that he found your connections with Mysaria already?

"They're back. The nobles who were looking for you to make you their slave." The horror in your face were visible and the fear you first felt about these people being Aemond were replaced with disgust and anger.

"How could they be so bold attacking Mysaria's place just to find a mere vanished lady?" You stood up and yelled. You can hear Simon and the other guards telling the outsiders to leave as they need to clean up the place.

"The Rouge Prince were removed as the head of the Night's Watch. He was banished by the King himself. And now, the position was empty. And those nobles with higher power acts like they own the place.

Is there really a time you could truly find peace?

"Go home. We can handle this. We did not say anything to them. The girls and I like you too much to let them find you. Go!" Before you can protest, one of the girls gives you two cloaks and pushes you away from the brothel. One of them dragged Simon out and she specifically told him to protect you on your way home.

The walk was quiet and tense. You can't help looking around you as you used another route to go home. The only time you stopped panicking was when Simon touched your shoulder and told you to breath. You did not realize you were holding on for a long time now. With worry, your sister called your name, held your hand and squeezed it to reassure you that you two will be safe.

While you do trust their words, it wasn't in your power to stop yourself from the trauma you suffered days after you were banished from the Red Keep.

You can't trust no one. Especially, the night guard's who known you to be Aemond's fiancé. You thought everyone liked you in court, that's why they were nice to you. But you were naive and only realized it a moment too late, when they were chasing you in the forest like a rabbit being hunted by wolves. They teased, cursed and insulted you as they do their best to locate you. They did not mention anything but you know they were planning to do some awful things to you. You were like a precious commodity that suddenly dropped in value and the fascination to have a taste of the person the Prince had, was an exotic opportunity for them.

You remembered the cold, your wet clothes from rain sticking on you like a second skin. Everything hurts and you were in pain but not a single thought about stopping from running crossed your mind. You cannot go home or else they will hurt your sister. So you did your best to get as far from home and lose them. You run before dawn and now you can see the sun peaking slowly above. You look behind you and you are sure you can't hear their voices anymore. You have to look for a way to go home now and get back. They probably got tired or maybe they got lost. But the most important thing was to meet your sister. You stepped towards a branch and the leaves gave way and you fell down towards a cliff. The area you stepped into had no land. It was a facade. Like a trap from nature. You did your best to shield your head from the impact and braced yourself as your body hit a tree. Your right arm was painful and your vision was spotted with black dots. Slowly, you don't know if it was because of the pain, hunger or exhaustion but your body succumbed to sleep but in your head, you forced yourself to stand up.

The moment you woke up, the smell of cooking meat woke you up. The fire crackles as it stirs the juicy part of the boar. It smells heavenly.

"Oh! Thank the Gods, you're awake. I thought my journey will be with me digging a grave for a dead body." The man wearing pleated armor and a sword looked at you, from his place sitting in front of the grilling meat.

You only widened your eyes and choked words as you panicked and did your best to move but failed as your body feels like it came from death.

"Woah! Woah! You don't have to worry. I am a stranger but I do not plan to hurt an injured lady. As you can see on my clothes, I am a mercenary and I'm on my way home to the capital when I saw you, almost dead in here. I gave you some medicine for the pain but it will take a while to work. I also bandaged the places I could. I don't have enough things so it is better for us to go to the capital once you are numb." He explained and as much as you do not trust him, he seems sincere to what he just said.

"Why are you in the middle of the forest, anyway?" He asked, curious and confused. He probably knew by now or at least for you, you think it was impossible for a lady to be alone in the forest but since he already checked your injuries, he knew you fought well.

You tried to swallow but there's no words coming out of your mouth. You looked at his container and he understood what you meant right away. He moved towards you and asked for your permission first before helping you out.

Once he tipped the body of his bottle, crisp water comforted your parched and wounded throat. It was heaven despite coughing a bit from the change of dry throat from cold water.

"Easy easy." He warned and you blinked in acknowledgement.

"I'm sorry. I was being chased by the night guards and ended here." You explained and his chill demeanor turned cold right away.

"Those bastards?" He asked. Voice gritty in anger.

"I can't believe they were trying to chase a girl to rape her. Did they not cut off all the cocks the past moon due to rape? Disgusting cows!" His forehead flexed in annoyance and veins started popping out from it. He looks angry, no, furious, as he yelled and cursed the golden cloaked protectors of the realm.

"Here drink this again. I hope this medicine works fast so we can leave here. I'm scared that those disgusting creatures will look for you again. They surely like being in power and abusing it. My darling almost fell victim of it so I promise that you can trust me." He looks serious and firm so all you did was nod and you did not hesitate to have his help.

You usually do not trust someone this fast anymore but there was something truthful and raw from his story. As if yours, even though a bit different, hit close to his experience.

And days after, you found out his name was Simon and her lover was once being taken advantage of those gold cloaked bastards.

He was seething as he told you what happened and you just stared at him the whole time. Somehow, you were grateful that the first one to help you can be a friend and an ally.

Years pass by and your friendship with Simon and his wife, flourished and you treat them like a family.

"Do not open your doors when you don't hear our secret knock. Also, make sure to make your place look like no one lives here. Stay at the back of the house near the other exit for the meantime and if you can live below for now. We are not sure if we can even trust your neighbors. I'll make sure to send food and the things you need." His grip on his sword tightened and you held his hand to stop him from hurting himself.

"I am grateful to be your friend, Simon. We will listen to you". You smiled unsure but you felt his tightened your hold for comfort and he breathed deeply.

"Be safe. I will make sure that they will not find you and the slums will vomit the likes of them. You are part of us now and we will protect you. "With a nod of understanding, Simon left and you and your sister were left by yourselves.

~~~~~

Simon kept his promise in taking care of the two of you as you laylow. You also got ahold of Mysaria and she told you to listen to Simon as she is too faraway to help. It seems like the blow of the fight between the Prince and the King kept Mysaria's power in question especially since she was asked to runaway with him. All she could do was say yes and do her best to appease the Rouge Prince to not kill and destroy her power that she established by herself.

Your sister did your best to entertain you and not mourn the hindrance that stopped your business. She had told you stories she heard, the things she learned and did her very best to take your mind off the worry. You were happy that she was doing her best and it did take your mind off the worry and you focused on learning more on how you can improve your business in Isolation.

However, it was way too peaceful. Sooner or later, something will go wrong. You just don't know when it will happen. So you pray. You pray to the Mother for protection. Hoping that she won't let her daughters of faith be harmed. Like she always has done for you for the past moons

[raya-hunter01]

Cruising Love Pt. 2.2

Two Shot Request

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Kayla)

Jimmy Uso x Trin

Roman x Black Female OC! (Robin)

Sefa x Black Female OC! (Cameron)

Montez Ford x Bianca Belair

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut,

Thank you for the request and for trusting me once again @royalkay23

Jey has planned a five-day cruise to the Bahamas and Puerto Rico for his girlfriend Kayla’s birthday. Jey is determined to make sure the trip goes smoothly as he’s enlisted his family and friends to help him plan the perfect wedding proposal.

His plans are in danger of going up in smoke as his toxic ex is also on the cruise and is desperate to rekindle their toxic burning flame.

Will Jey give in, or will he stand strong in his love and devotion to Kayla and leave the past in the past?

Regen Seven Seas Cruise

Nassau, Bahamas

Kayla’s POV

Last night was a pure disaster and after the dinner from hell, Jey and I spent the night in silence. I slept in the bed, and he took the couch, and I made a point to haul ass early this morning before he even woke up.

Now my new problem of the day is sitting in front of me. Colton showed up and is trying to convince me to hang out with him on the island today.

“Are you sure I can’t take you out? I heard there is some good restaurants, we could even do a walk on the beach,” he said with a hopeful smile.

 “Look, I have a great boyfriend, even though he does stupid shit sometimes so no that won’t be happening. Plus, I don’t want to have to attend your burial at sea if he sees me with you,” I said honestly as Colton seemed unfazed.

“You really love him, don’t you?”

“Yea, I do and I ain’t the cheating kind. If I’m with someone, I’m with them, and that’s the beginning, middle and end of it,” I said making sure he understood.

 Suddenly, feeling eyes on me, I looked up and saw the girls.  I waved them over, my smile instantly dropping mid-wave as I saw Jey standing beside them and he didn’t look pleased.

“I think you need to go, Colton,” I said trying to avoid a confrontation because if looks could kill, Colton would be dead right now.

Great, this is all I need him acting a fuckin’ fool.

“Girl, we been looking all over for you,” Trin said as I smiled.  “Yea, we missed you at breakfast, I thought maybe you had gone to explore the island alone,” Cameron said as I shook my head at Jey mean mugging Colton.

“Nah, not yet anyway, I wanted ya’ll to spend some time with your husbands. It’s your vacation too, and ya’ll have babysat me enough,” I said as Colton seemed unfazed by Jey’s attempt to intimidate him.

“We are going on the island in a bit for all of that,” Robin said as Jey cleared his throat.

“Bae, check your phone,” he said as I picked it up wondering why, but instantly cringed reading the messages he had apparently sent after seeing Colton sitting with me.

“I guess I still had it on silent from last night, so much was going on.”

“Sometimes that happens, and it’s ok to take some time for yourself when that happens,” Colton said as Jey scoffed.

“Aye, didn’t I tell you last night to stay away,” Jey said as Colton smiled. “Yea, you did but I hated to see such a beautiful woman eating lunch by herself.”

“Ah, hell,” Bianca whispered as Jey smirked. “She isn’t alone, she came on this trip with seven other people. Your type of company ain’t needed,” Jey said sitting down beside me.

 “Well, she’s a really beautiful woman Jey. I mean any man would love to be in her presence,” Colton said as Jey took my hand in his as I sighed.  Great, let the pissing contest begin….

“Yes, Kayla is a very beautiful, so I don���t blame you, but she’s my woman. Yea, all this mine and you ain’t her type anyway,” Jey said gesturing to me while locked in an intense stare down with Colton as I looked on in disbelief.

“I was just keeping her company, she looked like she had a lot on her mind. I really meant no harm but what you mean I ain’t her type?” Colton asked as Jey looked at me.

“Like I said, you ain’t her type….. Kayla likes grown men.”

“Don’t do this,” I whispered as Jey pulled my chair closer to his, staking his claim. I should be pissed off, but I’m kinda turned on by the exchange.

“Kayla, I’m just telling him what the deal is. You like grown men, don’t you?” Jey asked as I gulped truly speechless as the girls sat down.

  “Let me clock this tea,” Bianca whispered as Colton smirked.

“I am a grown man Jey, so I’m trying to figure out how I ain’t her type,” Colton said as Jey smirked at me, refusing to even look at him.

“Maybe, but Kayla likes grown ass men that know how to lay dat pipe, and I don’t see you being that type?” he said staring at me intently, almost daring me to say he’s lying.

“Oh, my goodness,” Robin said as I squirmed in my seat not believing he said that no matter how true it was.

“Damn you,” I mumbled as he licked his lips. His passionate, possessive gaze held me captive as he caressed my thigh.

“You ok, princess?” Jey asked as I cleared my throat and nodded. I was unsure of what to say as he continued to talk to Colton while staring intentionally at me.

“Now Colton, you enjoy the rest of your trip, and don’t let me catch you around Kayla again. She’s taken, now if I have to tell you again….I’mma have to get you,”” Jey warned as I gulped.

“Damn, he layin’ down the law up in this bitch.  Pick up yo’ jaw off the ground Kayla, you heard the man,” Cameron whispered as Trin snickered, giving her a high-five.

I remained neutral, but inside I was screaming. I wanted to fuck him right now on this deck for the world to see.

I felt the walls I had built up slowly start to crumble as I got lost in his eyes and I felt overwhelmed and tired.

We needed to squash this shit because I truly did miss him.

“I guess I’ll take the hint and leave. Ya’ll enjoy the rest of your trip,” Colton said getting up as I finally looked at him and nodded.

“It was nice to meet you, Colton,” I said as he smiled. “Likewise, Kayla,” he whispered before walking away as I shook my head at Jey’s antics.

“Damn, did you really just have to put it out there like that?” I asked as his hand continued to caress my thigh as he ignored my question.

“Ugh, Jey, are you gon’ to stay and eat with us?” Robin asked as Jey finally removed his hand from my thigh, grasping my hand in his.

“Nah, I’ll let ya’ll ladies talk, I’m bout to go back to the room and grab a nap. I really hope we can go out tonight, Kay,” Jey said gently kissing my hand before getting up and leaving.

As soon as he was out of sight Bianca reached over and punched me in the shoulder. “Ow! That fuckin’ hurt,” I moaned still feeling a little sore from last night.

 “It was supposed to, now gon’ squash this shit and talk to your man.”

“Yea, we only got a few days left before we back to our busy schedules. Do you really want to spend the rest of this trip mad,” Robin said as I shook my head truly tired, especially after last night.  

“No, I don’t and if ya’ll would have given me a minute, I would have told you I was going to talk to him sometime today.”

“Well, no time like the present so go on,” Cameron said as took one last sip of my drink before l left them.

I took the stairs, wanting a few minutes alone to get myself together. Lost in my thoughts, I got confused as to which floor I was on, so I quickly got off the stairwell and went in search of an elevator.

The last thing I wanted was to be lost on this big ass ship. Rounding the corner, I saw Jey and Danielle engrossed in an intense conversation, so I quietly ducked back around the corner before either of them saw me. 

“Daniell, this ain’t gon’ happen, so why you keep following me?” Jey asked, trying to get leave as Danielle tried to block his path.

“Yes, it can…Just dump her and let’s start over.”

“Why would I do that? Kayla is the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I love her,” Jey said without hesitation as I smiled.

“Well, what was the other night?”

“Truthfully, a desperate ex trying to fuck up the one good thing in my life.” Danielle frowned, looking offended as Jey seemed just over the conversation in general.

“Why are you looking like that, you wanted honesty, right? The truth is I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt and not hurt your feelings. When I saw you, I should have left right then.”

“You don’t mean that, you love me. Your actions screamed it.”

“Danielle, I told you I had someone, I told you I love Kay. I stopped you from kissing me. How did any of my actions that night scream that I loved you?”

“Jey, let’s stop with these games and let’s be real.  What can you do for a woman like Kayla? You don’t even come close to being in her league.”

“There’s the old Danielle, I wondered when she was gon’ show up and start spewing bullshit.”

“It ain’t bullshit, and you know it Jey,” Danielle said with a smirk. Oh, this bitch was really a piece of work. I can’t imagine what hell he went through in that relationship.

“You know what? I may not deserve Kayla, but I love her, and I know she loves me. Like really loves me Danielle, not my money, but me.”

“So, do I Jey, look at all we’ve been through. You know that I haven’t stopped loving you,” she cried as Jey shook his head.

“What we had wasn’t love, it was toxic as fuck. It was you spending my money, stealing from me and manipulating me. What I have with Kayla is real, and I ain’t letting her go, so just leave and miss me with that toxic shit.”

“Yea, I ain’t going nowhere bitch,” I muttered wanting to do nothing more than to go over and kick her ass again, but I knew Jey needed to face this alone.

“Oh, so I’m toxic because I love you!” Danielle cried as Jey looked at her shaking his head.

“Danielle, all the shit you put me through had me wondering if I was even capable of being in a normal relationship with somebody. You truly had fucked me up, had me thinking something was wrong with me, when it was you,” Jey said unwavering and strong as listened intently to him speak his truth.

“Well let me guess, through it all Ms. Perfect helped you, huh,” Dainelle said sarcastically wiping her tears as Jey seemed even more unfazed.

“Yea, she did, and I know that probably pisses you off, but Kayla put me back together again after you broke me. Kayla motivated me to be a better man. Kayla did that, not you,” Jey said as Danielle began pacing.

“Jey, how can you say those things to me, like what we had didn’t matter?” she whispered, as Jey ignored her and continued to talk as my heart swelled with each word.

 “Kayla has stood by my side, always had has back and loved me through all the shit I went through. So, when I say I love her, I mean that shit with everything in me, and ain’t nobody takin’ that away from me."

“So, what you sayin’ Jey?” Danielle asked, her voice cracking as Jey walked closer to her.

“I’m sayin’ the same thing I’ve said for the last four years, it’s over between us Danielle. Stay away from Kayla, me, and my family or it’s going to be a problem.”

“How can you say that to me after all we’ve been through?” Danielle cried as Jey rubbed his hand over his face.

“Danielle, it ain’t working, you can turn off the tears,” Jey said as a frustrated scream left her lips as she dabbed at her eyes. “Fakin’ ass bitch,” I muttered to myself as Jey shook his head.

“Damn, I’m fucking up my makeup and I’m losing my touch,” she said now wiping her tears as Jey scoffed.

“Danielle, have a nice life and don’t ever contact me again.” The elevator suddenly dinged alerting them that the doors were about to open.

“I’mma take the stairs, the last thing I need is to be seen with you and more fuckin’ chaos happens. Stay away from my family or I won’t stop Kayla the next time,” Jey said before walking away from a screeching Dainelle.

“You can’t just do this Jey, this is me! Come back and let’s talk!” Danielle cried as I felt the need to make my presence known.

“Hey, Dainelle,” I said casually walking into her peripheral.

“Ugh, what do you want? Look, if you touch me, I’ll call security.” She panicked as I waved her off.  

“Girl, I ain’t gon’ hurt you, but it is amazing what a good ass whooping will do to a person. Nice eye by the way,” I said seeing the slight swelling around her left eye.

 “Yea, it ain’t everyday a crazy bitch attacks me. You were out of control,” she said as I laughed.

“Nah, I wasn’t out of control. I just wanted to give you a preview of what happens when you fuck with me and the people I love,” I said as she frowned.

“Look, you just missed Jey, and he just read me the riot act. I know to stay away from your little group,” she said as I nodded.

 “Oh, well that’s good, I guess I have nothing else to say,” I said walking towards the elevator as she scoffed.

“Oh, and if I were you, I’d stay away from the railings on the deck.”

“Uh, why is that, Kayla?” she asked with an attitude as I looked back at her and smirked.

 “After all the things you’ve done to Jey, I might be tempted to throw yo’ ass overboard if I see you, but that’s neither here nor there,” I said as she folded her arms over her chest.

“I said I get it alright-” Dainelle started as I cut her off. “I wasn’t finished, I also wanted to make sure that you are clear on where things stand with you and Jey. You’re his past, and I am his present and future. Stay outta my way or I will have no problem finishing what I started last night,” I said calmly, making sure she knew I wasn’t playin’ no games with her ass.

“Yea, we’re crystal clear,” she said with a frown etched on her face as I nodded hitting the button on the elevator.

“I’m glad we could talk this through like grown women and come to an understanding. Enjoy the rest of your trip Dainelle and remember my advice,” I said stepping onto the elevator before meeting her cold stare once again.

Yea she was crazy but the bitch ain’t stupid.

Without another word, I watched her storm off as the elevator doors closed.

“Crazy bitch.”

Jey’s POV

I wandered around the ship, for about an hour trying to calm myself down. I refused to take any anger into the suite Kayla, and I shared. I was done giving Danielle and my past power over me.

I had a proposal to get ready for but first I needed to apologize to Kayla.

She was more than right; I should have walked away when I saw her. Then she really got my ass where it hurt last night, and I definitely see her point the more I thought about it.

 I needed to know how she felt and didn’t like it at all.

“A’ight you need to fix this shit, you know you can’t live without this woman. Get a nap, regroup, and find her.”

Opening the door, I sighed in relief, seeing Kayla dressed in one of my shirts, looking through her clothes hanging up in the closet.

“Hey, when did you get back, is everything ok?” I asked as she paused, a sad smile adoring her beautiful face. “I’m fine, I got back bout an hour ago. I realized I hadn’t taken out what I was going to wear for my birthday dinner tomorrow. Plus, I need a nap before we hit the island,” she whispered as I sat on the bed watching her, aching to touch her.

Wait, did she just agree to go out with me on the island?

“Can you wear the dress I got you tomorrow; I want to see you in it.”

 I thought that would get the conversation started but Kayla just silently complied pulling it out and hanging it on the hook by the mirror.

I didn’t know where to even begin, but I knew I couldn’t take much more of this as she moved around the room.

“Kay, I can’t take another day of us being like this. “I miss you,” I whispered grasping her hand stopping her in her tracks as she looked at me with tears in her eyes.

The silence killing me I caressed her hand, nervously biting my lip. “Talk to me Kay,” I pleaded. “I miss you too,” she whispered, as I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

 “Come here baby,” I whispered pulling her gently onto my lap, caressing her face as a few tears escaped her eyes. “You hurt me.”

Those three powerful words breaking my heart. “I’m so sorry baby, I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you,” I whispered wiping her tears as she sighed.

“I know you didn’t,” her beautiful voice said as I held her close. I wasn’t going to let her go without a fight. This was going to be my wife.

Island cove

Bianca’s POV

“Ok, I need the speakers over here and out of view,” I said trying to picture the setup in my mind.

“Man, is Kayla gon’ even go for this while we doin’ all this stuff Jimmy, said as Montez slapped him on the back of the head.

“Aye, stop damn hittin’ me,” Jimmy hissed as I laughed. “Stop sayin’ stupid shit then,” Montez said as Jimmy rolled his eyes.

“I have you know she’s with Jey now, so there,” Robin said as Sefa smiled putting his chairs down.

 “Thank God, maybe this trip can get back on track. No more exes, or fights, just us all having fun before we gotta head back on the road.”

“Don’t forget an awesome proposal, decorated and planned by yours truly. Eww, I don’t like the color of that chair.”

“Well, it’s gon’ have to do because it’s all the folks had,” Sefa said as I sighed.

“It will be fine once we put out the rest of the decorations and I’m ready for tomorrow. I want to see what you’ve come up with because you been holding out on me,” Trin said as I shrugged my shoulders.

 “You will tomorrow because I need your help,” I said as she rolled her eyes.

Everything looked beautiful and didn’t take long, it was simple and romantic. Now with the mood was set, we just need Jey and Kayla on the same page so they could enjoy the cute beach dinner we had set up for them.

The owner also said, he has closed this part off to the public so they will get some needed alone time, so everything was falling into place.

---

Jey and Kayla’s suite

I didn’t know what to say, especially after witnessing his blow up with Dainelle. Jey had said all that was needed, and I knew where he stood. I also knew we were going to have to talk, but not right now. I needed him and I was tired of fighting it.

We were supposed to be napping, but my mind ain’t on sleeping, especially with him nestled between my leg caressing my hips.

“What are you thinking about beautiful?” Jey asked, as I bit back a moan as he kissed my neck.

“I know we both need a nap, but I was thinking about not sleeping in this bed right now,” I said as he looked up at me with a sly smile.

These past few days forgotten as we released our inhibitions, our lips crashing against one another in desperation.

Our kisses becoming deeper as we yearned for each other, only forcing ourselves to part so we could catch our breaths.

I just want this feeling to last

I'll bet, I'll beg for you to face it

Fears, they change like the weather

Close my eyes, find forever

Gotta be nice on the other side, other side

“I need you; I promise I’ll make it up to you,” he groaned as I moaned, helping him out of his sweats. My heart beating wildly against my chest.

“I need you too, it’s ok- shit!” I gasped as clinging to him as we became one again.

 “Fuck, I missed you, did you miss me?” Jey asked, our lips entangled in a rough sensual kiss. “Yes, I missed you so much.”   

“You were made just for me.”

“Babe….Faster, please, I need it.”

“Who’s making you feel like this? Tell me?” he demanded as he tortuously slow thrusted deeper as I yelped in surprise. “Jey! Shit!”

“Yea, dats it…Tell the neighbors Daddy’s name like a good girl. Scream dat shit,” Jey commanded.

“Babe!” I screamed clawing at his back as he winced against my lips. “Nuh uh, say my name,” he demanded, masterfully lifting up slightly and grabbing one of my legs, laying it across the other as I groaned at the new position of laying on my side never stopping his powerful strokes.

“Oouu babe, Jey,” I whined, struggling to catch my breath as he groaned, biting his lower lip watching me.  

“Breathe baby, you can do it,” he whispered coaching me through the new sensation as I moaned welcoming the pleasure.

 “Yea, that’s it….Take dat shit, Mmhm.”

 “Fuck!” I exclaimed, unable to keep my eyes open from the intense pleasure.

“Watch me beautiful,” he whispered as willed my eyes to open to watch him.

Don't let it go

Shallow breathing, fade away

I think it's a good time

To fade away

“Yes, watch daddy cause’ he loves watchin’ you. Fuck, you look so gorgeous,” he praised as I moaned in appreciation, caressing his chest.

“Stop holding back, I know you wanna scream. I’m real deep up in dat pussy hittin’ dat shit from the side ain’t I ?” he panted snapping his hips forward, going even deeper.

“Fuck you! Mm, Baby!”

 “Nah, it ain’t fuck me…. It’s I’m fuckin’ you, and I’m doin it real good, ain’t I?” He moaned wiping the sweat from his brow.

“Jey! Jey! Mmm, not yet. Shit, baby, slow down,” I moaned feeling warm all over, that familiar flush washing over me. My senses heightened as he watched me through hooded eyes, never stopping as I tried to cover my face with my hands. It was all too much and I was fighting it.

“Nah, stop hidin’ from Daddy. I told you that I wanna see you,” he moaned caressing my face as I trembled, truly not knowing what to do with myself as I clawed at his arms.  This position had me fucked up in more ways than one.

Please don't push me, I'm on the edge

I don't care too much, but you want it, baby

Let's go through it together

“And ain’t no stoppin’ cause’ I know you close. So, stop runnin’ from dis nut and get dat shit. You know you want it, and you know I’mma always give it to you,” he moaned as I relaxed grasping him by his Cuban link, pulling him closer.

My body welcomed him as we both gasped in surprise as he filled me to the hilt.

 “Uhhh huh, yea, that’s it, baby.  Let daddy all the way in so he can give you every inch of dis dick,” he moaned, slapping my ass as I whimpered, biting my lower lip in concentration, meeting his thrusts.

Maybe it's just peace of mind that we're tryna find

“Mmhm, give it all to me daddy!” I screamed finally not caring who heard me as he moaned smacking my ass again.

 Each second becoming more intense as we continued to watch each other, our eyes glazed over in pleasure and passion as we climbed higher and higher together.  

Jey’s POV

“Yea, be a good girl for Daddy and just let go,” I whispered anxiously knowing at any minute she was going to give me what I wanted.

“You want me to squirt all on dat dick don’t you?” she gasped as her pussy pulsed around me as she clawed at my chest.

“Hell yea, Daddy got her good and sloppy wet. Fuck! You know how I love dat shit, now stop playin’,” I groaned as Kayla shook her head in defiance.

“You want it……Then take it,” Kayla moaned as I growled, her innocent smile driving me crazy. “Mmm, what you say baby?” I asked knowing what I heard, I just wanted her to say it again.

“I didn’t stutter…..Make me give it to you,” Kayla gasped as I grabbed her by the throat, slightly tightening my grip as she moaned in pleasure.

“You ain’t said nothin’ but a word,” I groaned as she took my strong deep strokes like a champ.

Her pussy engulfing me as I went deeper, the sounds of her wetness was music to my ears.

“Yes…. Yes,” Kayla moaned as I felt my own ending near, but I was on a mission, this was all about her.

Don't let it go

Shallow breathing, fade away

I think it's a good time

To fade away

“Oh, you like dat shit don’t you? You like me chokin’ you, huh?” I whispered, claiming her lips in rough passionate kiss. The sound of her wetness and our moans of pleasure filled the room.

“Yes! You know I love it, now make your pussy cum,” Kayla moaned against my lips as I growled, gripping the headboard with one hand, the other still locked firmly around her throat as she screamed in pleasure.

“That’s it, scream for Daddy, I want everybody to hear you.  Tell’em again who’s pussy this is, and you betta scream dat shit.”

“Jey! It’s all yours, fuck!”

“It’s my what? I didn’t hear you baby,” I moaned, never stopping my deep strokes as she trembled in my arms.  

“Pussy! It’s your pussy!” she cried as I growled in satisfaction.

 “Mmhm, damn right, it’s my pussy…. Every inch of you belongs to me and can’t nobody else have you,” I declared as she purred at my words.

“Your mine too,” Kayla she gasped, our lips dangerously close. “I’m only yours, never forget that,” I moaned swallowing her screams as we came together.

 Her essence soaking the sheets we surrendered. Totally spent, fighting to regulate our breathing and regain our senses.

It was always that way, we were always in our own world when we were together and I loved it, I just loved Kayla.

“I love you,” I whispered claiming her lips once again as she sighed in contentment. “I love you too.”

Yea, this is where I belonged, and nothing would ever change that…

More money, more thrills

More satisfied

More pleasure, more pain

Wanna feel inside

Don't let it go

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Island Cove

Kayla’s POV

“Ok, turn on the music Tez,” I heard Bianca whispered as I smiled. They really were working overtime to make sure we had a good time.  

“Girl, go spend some time with your husband!” I yelled as she laughed.

“We did our dinner earlier thank you very much, now we bout to head back to the ship if you get my drift,” she said coming into view as I gave her a hug.

“Oh, ya’ll gonna go do it,” I said laughing as Montez gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“You so messy,” he whispered as I shrugged my shoulders. “I’m just calling it how I see it,” I said as Jey shook his head.

“Girl, goodnight I’ll see ya’ll in the morning,” Bianca said as Montez reached over and shook Jey’s hand. “Guy’s brunch in the morning?”

“Yeet…”

“Damn, I thought we left that in the states,” Bianca said hugging Jey as he smiled.

“Thanks for everything, sis,” he whispered as she nodded. “It was my pleasure, expect a call early in the morning.”

“What are ya’ll up to now?” I asked as Bianca waved me off. “You’ll see tomorrow, have fun,” she said leaving in a hurry with Montez in tow.

“Aye, stop worrying about tomorrow, let’s enjoy this moment,” Jey said taking me in his arms.

“Ya’ll ain’t slick, but I’mma let it slide for now,” I said he chuckled spinning me around as I laughed.

 “Thank you, now did you have fun tonight?” he asked, caressing my back.

Don't wanna make a scene

I really don't care if people stare at us

Sometimes I think I'm dreamin'

I pinch myself

Just to see if I'm awake or not

 “I really did, dinner was amazing and everything is so beautiful. You have been outdoing yourself Mr. Fatu,” I said as we danced.

“Hey, I wanted everything to be perfect because you deserve it.”

“Everything has been perfect despite everything,” I said as he smiled.

“I can’t lose you; I love you too much,” Jey said as I stared at him in confusion. “Hey, I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere,” I reassured him.

Is it real?

What I feel

Could it be? You and me

'Til the end of time

Never part

Take my heart

Hold it tight, it's true love

You know I gotta be

“You know when I met you, I closed myself off because I had gone through a lot of shit. I didn’t believe you could love somebody like me, but you did,” he said as I smiled.

“Jey, we don’t have to talk about it now-” I started as he kissed me gently on the lips.

“I know, I just wanted to let you know that my past is just that…The past and I will never let that touch us again,” he said as I fought back tears. “I know you won’t, I trust you.”

I gotta be the one you touch

And baby, I gotta be the one you love (I'm telling you that)

I gotta be the one you feel

And I gotta be the one to fill your life with sunshine

 “My biggest fear is you waking up one day and thinkin’ you wasted your life wit me. I know the life ain’t ideal, I’m gone a lot. I uproot you sometimes from your job because I miss you and I bombard you with facetime calls-” he said as I chuckled in amusement.

I gotta be the one you know

'Cause I will always love you so (I'm loving you, girl)

I gotta be the one you need

I'm just telling you that I gotta be

“It's never wasted time; I love to visit you on the road because I miss you just as much.  I wait up for your calls because I want to hear your voice and hear about how the show went,” I said as he smiled. “Really,” he whispered as I nodded.

“Yea, really…..I love keeping you company on Facetime as you drive to the next city because I want to make sure you get there safe and hearing your voice helps me rest easy.”

“Man, how did I get so fuckin’ lucky, he whispered, hugging me close and placing a gentle kiss on the shoulder.

 “We both got lucky, and don’t even get me started on the mind-blowing facetime sex sessions,” I said trying to lighten the mood as he laughed.

“Hell yea, that gets me through them lonely nights. Best damn invention ever,” he said pushing my hair behind my ear as I blushed.

You make me whole, you make me right

Don't ever wanna think about you leaving my life

You make me whole, you make me right

Don't ever wanna think about you leaving my life.

“We’re going to be just fine,” I reassured him with a kiss. “Yea, we are, because you stuck wit my ass now.”

“Promises, promises,” I whispered, sighing hearing the ship’s horn blaring, letting us know we were pulling out in two hours.

“I guess that’s the sign to head back to the ship,” I said as Jey nodded taking my hand in his as we began our journey back.

Jey’s POV

“I have to tell you something and I don’t want you to flip,” I said putting my arm around my shoulder as she wrapped her arms around my waist as we walked back.

“I’m not going to flip; I may actually surprise you.”

“Danielle followed me today after I left ya’ll on the deck,” I blurted out, relieved I said it.  I didn’t want any secrets between us. I waited for the blow up, but I was met with a small smile.

“I know, I actually ran into you guys, but you didn’t see me. After you left, her and I came to an understanding.” 

Sighing, I paused, rubbing my hand nervously over my beard as Kayla turned to face me.

“Kay,I didn’t need you hearing that shit, or having to deal with her.  It’s just a fuckin’ mess-”

“Hey, it’s ok, I’m just glad you got a chance to get that stuff off of your chest. Besides we are in this together, aren’t we?”

I searched her face for any signs of discomfort in the conversation, after seeing none, I continued.

 “Yea, we’re in this together,” I said as she caressed my beard lovingly.

She doesn’t know but I kept the grey in it because I know she secretly loves it.

“You needed that closure, and I’m happy you got it,” she said letting me know she wasn’t trippin’ over it.

That seemed to put my mind at ease as I saw Sefa and Cameron walking towards us.

“Aye, I heard from the place in Puerto Rico. Everything is a go for tomorrow,” Sefa said as I smiled.

“Good looking out, Uce.”

“Ok, now that’s twice tonight, but I ain’t gon’ even ask.”

“Good, cause’ I ain’t tellin’, just know I got this,” I said as she smiled.

The damn line was long to get back on the ship, so it was a good thing we came back when we did.

I felt nervous and excited watching Kayla and Cameron taking pictures.

By morning we would be in Puerto Rico and by tomorrow evening Kayla will be my fiancé.

Yep, this trip was finally back on track, and I am determined to keep it that way.

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One more Chapter left....Pardon any errors, the flu has hit my household and I'm running on empty. Enjoy ya'll!!!

[kaiju-krew]

Hey there! Firstly, big big fan of your art and headcanons, ty for your cool and awesome big brain ❤️ Now that you’ve seen the movie, I’m wondering what your thoughts are on Shimo??? I’ve just seen impressions of her so scattered. (I saw your post on how she will NOT be treated as a pet, and I so appreciate that.)

I will say, for me the ‘old gal’ vibes are so strong and I���m here for it. Like when Goji blasts his atomic breath into the sky at the end and she’s looking at it with such awe and her cute super gummy smile, it reminds me of when a grandma gets shown some common piece of technology that the rest of us are used to, but she just can’t heckin believe it because she lives in a damn cave??? I loved that.

hi hi! omg u think i have a big brain...... compliment of the century.... i must have ppl fooled bcuz i am viscerally dumb most of the time

anywAYS. gxk spoilers below (and a lot of ranting)

shimo my beloved💙 i appreciate most interpretations of her, besides people who are just straight up caling her a dog. and like, not in the way i’d compare goji to a cat? for me it's more mannerisms based, so for goji my main expression/mannerism inspirations are cats, wolves, and komodo dragons (obviously), and for mosu it's owls and cats, with a crumb of horses because of their 'ear' communication so i use that with her antennae.

sorry for tangent but anyways. i dont need someone barking at me that i call goji a cat/draw him acting like a cat so calling shimo ‘kong’s pet dog’ is fine. i think its the difference between goji having the personality i characterize him with + mannerisms inspired by other animals, vs. him having no personality besides Being A Cat. like, he’s a dumbfuck but he’s clearly an intelligent creature capable of communication and understanding. i make a lot of shitposts but truly in my personal hc i’d never reduce him to ‘pet level intelligence’

i think i’m extra touchy about people calling her ‘kong’s pet’ because like. dawg. did you watch the movie? she was JUST freed from being skar’s slave/beast of burden/abused pet whatever you wanna call it. why would you want her to become another creature’s pet again?(obviously minus the abuse) idk mannn it just feels…. reductive somehow. she clearly shows intelligence and understanding when she realizes what’s happening during the fight and helps to kill skar. i just refuse to reduce her entire character to kong’s pet status bcuz that makes me uncomfortable asf.

as a disclaimer, you’re welcome to have whatever hc you enjoy. me expressing my personal thoughts on the matter isn’t an attack on anyone who characterizes her that way, i’m just not interested in engaging with it in the slightest.

DOUBLE ANYWAYS i just needed to get that outta my system. TIME FOR CUTE FUN IDEAS YAHOOO

i’m seeing mixed info about her age so idk where she actually sits there?? i remember seeing something like she’s the First Titan but i also think the novelization of the movie said she’s only 3 million years old?? when im p sure they’ve said goji is 250+ million years old so…. i have no clue there lol. personally she feels less jaded and grumpy than goji does to me so my brain automatically sees her as similar or younger bcuz of my Grumpy Old Man bias.

i’m still workin out my ideas for her but based on how the movie ends i like to think she helps kong with relocating the apes to a better home, and they mostly live in HE. her n kong venture up for surface dates bcuz she gets what she fucking deserves 💙

goji nearly has an aneurysm the first time they come up, since mosu literally takes them for a lil tour of monster island. bro standing there clenching his fist like the arthur meme, he begrudgingly knows she’s right and eventually he gets used to it

i got more ideas cookin for her but this post is already too damn long cuz of my ranting time to stfu

SHIMO BEST GIRL 10/10

[sleepingnova]

Resiliency

Pairing: Ray x fem! black! reader

Summary: it's the summer of 1996, and Los Angeles is all the rage. Living life and maybe, you'll have some friends to enjoy the ride of life with.

I have such a brainrot for this movie omg I love this movie, it's so good. I actually wanna get back into writing fr, so send asks guys !!

As always, likes and reblog are appreciated, mwah mwah mwah <3

Working at the local corner store, it's always some sort of racket outside. Loud chattering every day. Yelling and screaming from the store manager for whoever's outside to get away.

“man come on, we ain't even doing nothing for real! we just chillin’!” someone's voice rings out from outside, followed by the store manager. Rolling your eyes, you walk out, seeing your manager walking away and down the street.

“fuck. shit, what the fuck is his problem?” a curly haired boy rings out, drinking from what looked like a jug of water.

“sorry about him. he's just not used to a bunch of noise everyday. neither am I, to be honest.” your voice rings out, honey sweet and kind.

“damn, you kinda fine. you wanna see sumn?” the same boy rings out, his eyes hooded.

“fuckshit, shut up. damn. you'll have to excuse my friend here.” a black boy politely says, looking you up and down respectfully.

“wow, you are really pretty. I— woah!” a younger boy says, tripping over your skateboard. you act quick, catching him and helping him back up.

“Be careful sunburn. who the hell puts a random skateboard in the middle of the sidewalk anyway, right? I mean, just dumb,” the dark-skinned boy looks at you, a little dazed at your beauty. “ray. I-I’m Ray, nice to meet you.”

You smile, as a car comes up to you, catcalling you, telling you to ‘bring that ass here’.

“Yo, you know that fool?” Ray looks back and forth from you and the car.

“Yeah, he's my ex boyfriend. Won't leave me alone.” You smile at him, the car getting closer, the profanities getting more and more grotesque. “guess I should get going. I'll, uh.. see you around, Ray, right?” You pick up the skateboard, starting to walk as you walk away.

“Yeah. Wait, yo, what's ya name?” Ray yells down the sidewalk as you start to run, hopping on your skateboard in the distance.

“It’s whateva you want it to be, baby!” You yell back, turning the corner to get away from the car that's gaining on you. You run, running until it starts to hurt, seeing your house in sight. Going in your house, you watch at your window for the car to drive past, sighing as it finally does.

Over the next few days, your boyfriend— or well, ex, has been tannin’ your hide. It's up whenever he sees you outside. You've been getting a few hits in, but you're a heavy hitter, so he looks worse than you. Running from your ex again, you run into the skateboard shop, not expecting to see Ray.

“Yo, ain't that the chick from the other day? The one that had Ray all blushin’?” A kid asks, apparently called Ruben, followed by a ‘black people can blush?’ by someone, who they all seem to call “fourth grade”. You and Ray exchange a glance, but even though you're out of breath, you defo have time to pull a ‘is this nigga serious?’ look at him, before putting your hands on your knees, panting, your face flushed from the heat outside.

“Yo, you breathing like you just got fucked, calm down.” Ruben laughs, lighting a cigarette.

“Shut up, Ruben. Hey, you okay? I still ain't got your name from the other day.” Ray jokes, helping you over to the couch.

You wheeze, taking your jacket off, wincing as dark bruises and scars paint against your brown skin.

“Need you to hide me.. please. My ex— he's..he's coming and he's gonna beat my ass.” You pant, Ray nodding, looking at everyone else. Just as he starts to speak, your ex comes busting through the door. Ray and fuckshit block him, taunting him as he stares you down. They eventually get him away and out of the store, leaving you a mess.

“That was dope as hell, not gonna lie. You was all starin’ him down like ‘yeah, nigga I got the juice now. what's up?’ even though you look really bad.” fuckshit comments, Ray looking at you with concern.

“He did all that? Yo, he's a pussy, man, beating on a woman like that,” Ray tilts his head, pointing up and down. “ay, you finna roll with us from now on.”

“You got bitched. Why you ain't fight back?” Ruben laughs, sunburn and fourth grade looking at him with a side eye.

“Shut up, Ruben. You suck, nigga. Real shit, are you okay? Come on, go into the bathroom, you bleeding through your shirt.” Ray helps you up and into the bathroom.

Closing the door, you're pressed against the sink as Ray tries his best to help you.

“Where're you from, again? Remember you said we was too loud. Y'know, cause you aren't used to all the noise where you're from,” Ray asks, his hands around your hips, trying to lift you. “sorry, where are my manners? can I? need you to jump, so you can sit on the sink.” He asks, you mumbling a ‘mhm.’ before lifting you onto the sink, his hand lifting up your shirt to see your whole stomach area covered in blood and sweat.

“m from the east side.” you mumble, blushing from being so close to him.

As he finishes cleaning as best he can and putting a bandage on your stomach, he helps you down with a smile.

After a while, after adopting the name ‘babydoll’ or doll or sweets, or honey, and after fighting with your parents so much about the friends you hang with and finally getting your ex to leave you alone, it brings you to here— waking up in the hospital bed, after apparently being asleep for 3 and a half days from the accident, extremely drowsy as Ray and the others come in your room, Stevie sitting on your bed, facing you.

“Hey, sunny baby, thought you couldn't be out the bed?” you slur, still on all of the painkillers.

“Convinced them to let me out my room.” Stevie shrugs, drinking a carton of orange juice.

“How you feeling?” Ray grabs at your file, looking over all your injuries as you groan, collective gasps and ‘damn’s come out of everyone's mouth.

“Everything hurts. All the bruises n stuff don't help neither.” You groan, not moving.

“One thing's for sure; you're resilient. I like that about you. Get some rest. I'll be here, babydoll,” Ray hugs you, kissing your cheek, followed by all of them snuggling up next to you. “we all will. for real.”

[rinxelea]

oh, darling, would you kill for me? | gojo satoru

wc. 1.3k

tags. forbidden romance, mention of guns and death, implied drugging, violence. a little dark ngl

preview. having been raised in opposite households, you knew that there was no hope between you and gojo satoru. but satoru keeps his promises, even if it means he has to put a bullet through somebody's head in order to kiss you.

it's a simple thing, really.

you rotate the words in your mind, trying to make sense of it. satoru's voice lingers like an echo, the tip of his tongue murmuring the silent words: "let me help."

there's nothing to help you with. satoru is the wealthy heir of a kingdom, and you are, well... you. still an heir, but in a far less...pleasant place. you hold power in the underground while satoru basks in the daylight: fancy halls, expensive wine, blithering nobles, and all. it's as simple as that.

you would have had to say goodbye eventually. it just so happens that satoru's advisors found out and forbid you to go see him again if you didn't want to see satoru locked away. you were young. you were in love. it happens.

you scoff to yourself quietly, anyway. as if they didn't already lock him away.

"if you would just let me help," satoru's grip on your arm is sure to leave a bruise. you can't look at his face. you can't see the desperation in his eyes, nor can you acknowledge that this will be your last goodbye. "i can help you, i can get you out."

you snort, rotating the barrel in your hands before pointing it at the shaking bastard kneeling between your feet. it's pointless to reminisce on old memories. what a fool. a lovesick, deluded fool.

"if you would just-"

"if i would just what? leave where i've come from, marry you, and live happily ever after?" the words fall out of your lips with bitterness, your restraint long gone. satoru looked pissed, a mixture of anger and wildness in his normally calm face. you wanted to apologize, but you knew you had to go back where you came from, go back where there was no satoru by your side. "grow up, satoru."

"yes! because i'll marry you in a heartbeat. fuck what they think." your lover ran his fingers through his neat hair, messing it up. if it were any other time, you would have loved to do it yourself. "listen. i'll come back for you. i'll come back, and we'll be okay. i promise."

you didn't say anything.

you didn't have to.

"i-i'm sorry!" the man wailed, a mixture of snot and tears running down his face. you click your tongue, pressing the gun to the man's temple. a spy, or at least you think so. even if you'll never admit it, you're more distracted by what happened than you thought, and your fingers are aching for something red. "please, i swear i'll-"

with blood coating your hands, you press the trigger.

...

3 years. 3 years, and satoru decides to come back in the worst fucking time, just when the two factions are in the middle of a squabble and the atmosphere tightened around them all like a vice.

"what the fuck are you doing here?" your shaking hands grasp the front of satoru's tailored suit, your eyes piercing through blue. there's a little, traitorous piece of your heart longing to get closer, to see if this was real, if satoru really came back for you after 3 years of separation. "you idiot."

the sound of gunshots echoes through your fuzzy mind, the blood loss from the gunshot wound acting up on you. you had to protect satoru from the blow. you had to. because the man apparently had zero self-preservation and deemed it alright to strut inside of your domain as if he wouldn't be eaten alive by the people there in a second.

"are you hurt?" you frantically pat satoru down, and let out a sigh of relief when you find that he's all in one piece. satoru is the one left to check up on you when the wound through your side acts up, pain permeating your every being. "fuck."

he says your name. satoru's voice passes through you like a gentle wave, cradling your head slowly, back and forth, back and forth. fuck. you need to focus. you need to get satoru out. he repeats your name, and this time, you can tell he's a little desperate.

"gojo." you hiss out, shaking your head as if it would make it any clearer. you groan when it only results in nausea. "we need to get out." you punctuate each word, wanting to make sure that satoru understands.

"okay." satoru says, gently. he's way too fucking calm for your liking. there's an arm around your back, now, supporting you as your surroundings ebbed and flowed like a blurry photograph. you vaguely feel getting lifted up, hearing some mumbled words and a ringing gunshot before you pass out in satoru's arms, the world fading to black.

...

there's no one and nothing there to notice satoru's smile.

nothing, except the innocent empty drink in front of your desk, and the corpse of the bastard who dared to lay a hand on what was his.

...

you wake up in an unfamiliar room, the lights almost blinding you when you open your eyes. the room is certainly lavish, gold and silver decorations adorning every corner, with silk sheets and cotton blankets all around you. you feel a deep urge to sink into the pillows, unsure of what the fuck happened but entirely too tired to give too much of a shit.

the moments pass in relative silence, until the door creaked, revealing none other than gojo satoru. despite expecting his appearance, you still feel surprised, though you're not sure if that's over his situation or the fact that satoru has grown...well.

fuck, who were you kidding. satoru looked delectable as hell. he's grown into his looks, it seems like, the youthful boyishness of his face being replaced by a more ethereal beauty. that isn't even mentioning his build, which was - oh.

when he says your name, you can't help it. your stomach is doing flips. it's still your favorite melody. you feel a little out of it, if you're being honest, your vision blurred at the edges. "how are you feeling?"

the bed dips with the extra weight as satoru sits next to you. your throat is dry, and your mouth is too heavy to speak. you op to nod instead, looking at the wall beside satoru's face. you're not sure if you could look at him. you know you'll break.

"here." you hastily drink the glass of water satoru hands you, your throat thanking you for the ailment. it makes your head a little clearer, too, and you're finally able to take a glance at satoru, able to see him here again up close.

satoru sighs, and you feel a pin drop in your stomach. why is he sad? you flinch minutely when you feel a gentle hand carding through your hair, but ultimately relax at the familiar hold. "i'm sorry."

"mhn," you groan out, your head still aching. what is satoru sorry for? how did you end up here, when you stepping into satoru's house should have been taken as a declaration of war by its other inhabitants? unless, of course, you were a captive. "what d'you mean?"

the hand in your hair pauses for a second, then resumes. "nevermind, it's nothing. it's okay." satoru says, and presses a kiss to your open lips. you want to retort, want to ask what happened, why you were here, but satoru swallows them all, makes a home out of your mouth once more. "i promised you, didn't i? i told you i'd come back, and we'd be together."

for once, you believe him. the questions can wait. satoru is more important. you lean into the persistent touches, a rumbling sound coming out of you like a purr. you look up in time to see the pleased look in satoru's face, and fully let yourself submit, let yourself sink in the feathery light feeling.

"we can be together now." satoru murmurs, his lips pressing a light kiss to your forehead. you preen at the attention, your body a livewire awaiting your lover's every touch. "it's okay."

"satoru." you whisper, your breaths intermingling with one another now that you're so close. satoru's eyes widen, and he kisses you again, and again, and again, until you're both breathless.

"i'm here." satoru promises you, a protective hand curling around your waist. it's an ocean wave, engulfing your body and cradling you like a lost, floating raft, finally succumbing. "i always will be."

[mccn-bcys]

First Date - Javier Peña

pairing: javier peña x fem!reader summary: connie has a new friend in Columbia and she sets her and javi up on blind date. javi gets nervous, but over dinner he finds that he really likes her and wants to see her again. warning: nervous javi, this is my first fic since my break so please go easy on me. author's note: I know this fic was supposed to go out in february but I've been in a bit of a rut for a while but I've missed writing so I wanted to start trying to get these feb stories out. I really hope you all enjoy it!

To say that Javier Pena was nervous was an understatement. He was many things right now.

“A fuckin’ mess is what I am,” he bitterly says as he looks over his outfit in the mirror. It’s the fifth outfit he has tried on and he still doesn’t think it looks good. Why did his clothes suddenly not look good on him? He practically rips his clothes off himself as he heads back to the closet to find something else.

How did he even get here in the first place?

Oh, that’s right. Steve fucking Murphy. Well, his wife, really, but still. Connie had decided to try and play matchmaker with Javier and her friend that was new in town. And before Javier could say “no”, Connie had already set up the blind date.

He didn’t really want to do this. It’d been a long time since he’d been on a date. But he couldn’t help but feel nervous, a bit excited. For some reason, he wanted to make a good first impression, even if it never went past this first date.

Connie had said that the girl was nice, sweet. Why the hell Connie thought that a girl like that would be good for Javier, he had no idea. His life was too dark, dangerous, unexpecting. A girl as sweet, as kind, as good as you didn’t really seem to fit into his life. But a strange, demented part of him wanted to give it a shot. To see if there really was a chance for him to love again.

After what happened with Lorraine, he didn’t think he deserved love, not real love. The last time he had a chance for love, for happiness and sharing it with another person, he had fucked it up. He had left a woman at the altar. What kind of man does that? He doesn’t deserve another chance at love.

But here he was, trying anyways. He shrugs on this new shirt he’s pulled from the closet, deciding that it will just have to do as he finishes getting ready quickly. He grabs stuff and hops in his car and drives to the restaurant that Steve told him to meet at. Javi sits in his car for a moment, just calming himself. This is fine, he tells himself. It’s just a first date, nothing serious has to come from it. He’s gone on plenty of dates before. He can do this. Taking a final deep breath, he climbs out of his car and makes his way inside.

When he gets inside, he expects to learn that he is the first to arrive, but as he’s escorted to the table, he learns that you had beaten him there. He stops a few feet away, taking a second to look at you as you sit, fiddling with your napkin.

You’re beautiful, he thinks. You dressed up a lot nicer than he had, not that that mattered; he was sure you looked just as beautiful in a T-shirt and sweats. Fuck, now he just has to not make a fool of himself. Should be easy, right?

“Javier?” Nope, this would not be easy. Not if you kept saying his name like that.

“Yeah, hey,” he says, approaching the table cautiously. You smile, standing up and reaching out your hand to him. He looks at it for a moment before realizing you mean to shake his. Jesus Christ, Pena, at least try to act like you’ve interacted with people before. He meets your hand with his and gives it a small shake. God, your hand was so small in his.

“Hey,” you say softly, introducing yourself, keeping your hand in his for a moment, perhaps a moment longer than necessary. He repeats your name quietly, testing how it sounds rolling off his tongue. Obviously, you like how it sounds because your smile grows. “I went ahead and ordered some wine, I hope you don’t mind,” you say shyly as you take your hand back and sit down.

“Not at all. I hope you haven’t been waiting long.” He’d kick himself if you’d been here awhile by yourself.

“Oh, I only got here a few minutes ago. They just asked if I wanted anything and I was scared if I said I was waiting for someone, they’d assume I was going to get stood up or something,” you chuckle nervously, brushing your hair behind your ear. For a brief moment, he wonders if your hair feels as soft as it looks.

“If I’m honest, I almost did. Stand you up, I mean,” he admits almost shamefully.

“If I’m honest, I almost did, too,” you say in return shyly. His eyebrows furrow a little. He hadn’t been expecting that.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I was so close to turning my car around on my way here a couple of times.”

“Why?” he asks, as if he hadn’t almost done the same.

“I don’t really do blind dates. They freak me out,” you say, laughing a little. Javi can’t help but laugh too as the sound of yours is melodic and contagious.

“They freak you out?”

“Mhm. I could be set up with a murder or something. The person could be a psycho and I’d have no idea because I wouldn’t know who it is before I got here,” you explain. “Also, if you don’t know who you’re meeting, how’re you supposed to know if the other person got there or not. If Connie hadn’t put the reservation under Steve’s name, I probably wouldn’t have known if you’d gotten here or not,” you add on, before flushing as you realize you’re rambling a bit.

“Sorry, I tend to ramble when I get nervous,” you say softly, fiddling with your napkin again.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s cute,” Javi smiles at you, making your cheeks hot. “But you’re right. I don’t think I would’ve known I was supposed to meet you if they hadn’t made the reservation.”

“Well, I suppose we have at least that to thank them for,” you shrug with a soft chuckle. “Perhaps if this goes well, we’ll have more to thank them for.”

After that, the date flies by. You two laugh, talk, laugh some more and just get to know one another. Javi realizes he opened up to you more than he usually does with dates. You’re just so easy to talk to. And before he wants to, he finds himself walking you back to your car.

His hands are stuffed in his pockets as you stand in front of him, softly biting you lip – which drives him crazy – trying to find anything else to talk about to extend this date as much as you can. And when you do run out of ways to stall, you both just stare at each other before Javier finds himself asking: “Can I kiss you?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” you smile, a gesture that returns, relieved to hear your answer in the positive.

Stepping in, he softly cups your cheek, looking down at you for a moment before he finally leans in, his lips meeting yours. You both swear the world stops spinning as your lips seem to fit together so perfectly. He can taste the wine on your lips, getting intoxicated by the taste of you mixed with the drink. He could kiss you all night. But you both need air and eventually have to pull away to breathe, foreheads pressing together as you catch your breath.

“Can I see you again?” Javi asks quietly, surprising himself.

“Absolutely,” you answer, making him smile wide, leaning in to kiss you again. When you pull away, the two of you exchange phone numbers, promising to call when you’ve made it home to talk about setting up another date, hopefully soon.

He sees you into your car, making sure you drive off safely before going back to his car, a goofy little grin on his lips as he sits behind the wheel. He hasn’t felt these butterflies in his belly since … ever. Maybe Connie knew what she was doing after all.

The whole drive home, Javi can only find himself thinking about you and your date and your future dates. And when he gets inside, he heads straight to the phone, catching the voicemail that you’d made it home. He’ll call you back in just a moment, knowing there’s another phone call he needs to make first. He dials the number, waiting as it rings until he hears the “Peña?”

“Tell your wife I said thanks.”

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[anangelinthepit]

Bruise my Bones but leave My Heart Alone

Part 2

Again my angels just a replied with a few changes here or there. Please be advised this Soren contains touchy subject so please read with caution. I love you all dearly ❤️ as always with love Magenta

Two weeks have already passed by and I still haven’t gotten anything in the mail from Bad Omen, and to be 100% honest I’m not surprised. I still feel so silly for doing that, they probably laughed and threw my letter in the trash. Not to mention my grandmother’s necklace .

“What the actual fuck is wrong with me? How stupid can I actually get? Grandma I’m so sorry.” I said with tears welding up in my eyes.

“Why the hell are you crying now.” Jason said while standing in the doorway.

“Oh nothing, I was watching a sad video about a mama cat who lost her baby.” I said while looking down at my phone

“You’re such a crybaby. It’s so fucking annoying sometimes. Cats are literally the worst animal. Anyways, Delilah and Malibu invited us over tonight, she said she had to talk to us about something. Do you have an idea on what it might be?” He looked at me with a raised brow and cigarette burning in hand. I know if I say the wrong thing that cigarette is gonna end up on my thigh again.

“I’m not sure baby. Last time I talked to her she said she wanted to go shopping but I wasn’t able too.” Biggest lie I’ve ever told but I’m treading lightly.

“Well, get dressed cause we’re gonna leave soon. No fucking tube tops, no one wants to see your damn belly handing out.” He said while flicking his cigarette on the floor.

“Okay so what should I wear?” I realized after I said that I had a bit of an attitude to my voice. My body started to tense up as he walked over towards my closet. This is gonna go two ways

“Wear this, you look pretty in light blue,”

He brought this blue sundress out and walked towards me to show it. Suddenly he had this questionable look on his face. I was just as confused because I literally didn’t say anything.

“Where’s your necklace?” He said sternly

I played stupid and asked him what he was talking about. I felt my chest start to thump and played up a pretend freak out.

“Calm down you probably lost the stupid thing in the bed somewhere.” He said looking around

“Maybe if someone wouldn’t have ripped it off my neck then it wouldn’t have fell.” I said under my breath

Big. Fucking. Mistake

Jason grabbed my face and stared me in the eye

“You really wanna go there? I suggest you shut your fucking mouth and get your clothes on before I change my mind.”

He laughs and pushes my face away. God this arrogant prick has seriously pushed me to my limit, but what possessed me to open my mouth like that? I know better.

We got dressed and made the car ride over to Delilah’s place. As always she was her spunky self and welcomed us with open arms

“So you guys are probably wondering why I brought you all here.” She said sitting down at the table where we had a game sprawled out

“Obviously, now what is it my anxiety is sky high.” Jason said

“Okay Malibu drum rolll please.”

“BAMN! VIP tickets to Bad omens with a meet and greet!” Delilah said slapping the tickets on the table.

“Oh shit no way! It’s next week that’s what’s up.” Jason said

“So we’re going ?” I questioned

“Of course baby. Anything for you!” Jason said kissing my forehead

Don’t be fooled, he only acts like this when we’re in front of others. Guess he’s afraid of his friends to see his true colors. We started our game night and had a lot of laughs, I was having such a good time It almost made me forget that when we go home all hell always breaks loose. Thankfully tonight wasn’t one of those nights, it’s great when passes out drunk because he’s easier to deal with. Delilah and Malibu followed us back home and helped me with him. Lord knows I can’t lift that man up these stairs.

We all carried him to bed and that was it for the night. No slapping , no trying to force me to have sex , just a night where I can be alone with my thoughts. Mali and Delilah said their goodbyes and left for the night. I don’t usually get too many moments by myself, but when I do I try to take them and reflect. I looked around our living room and just collapsed.

The over whelming feeling of finally being safe because he’s passed out isn’t something I should be happy about. I should always feel safe in my home but I can’t do that with him.

“It’s time.” I whispered to myself

The next week went so quick and before I knew it, it was the night of the concert.

Delilah bought me a TDOPDM shirt that was tie dye. Of course Jason said to make mine a 2x so it could look like dress on me but I didn’t care. I was able to make it look cute with my chucks and fish net tights.

We arrived at the venue for the concert and I was so excited. Jason tried keeping a leash on me but couldn’t do it very well since Envie was next to me. Bad Omens was about to start playin soon and the guys wanted to go get food. “Seriously” I thought to myself

Out of all fucking times they could have did this they choose right now right before BO hits the stage . Delilah wasn’t having it and honestly neither was I. We started to walk away because it was getting crowded but Jason grabbed my arm and whispered into my ear…..

“Don’t even think about it, rules still apply even outside of the house.try something cute and I’ll fucking kill you” He hissed

Something came over me and I yanked my arm from him. I knew for a fact he wouldn’t try anything in public so I felt brave even though I would pay for it later….

“Delilah wait up for me!” I ran toward her and we finally secured our spots

“Everything okay? Jason looked pissed”

“No he’s fine, it’s just his resting hitch face.” I said shrugging it off

I would never say that in front of him for obvious reason.

We made it early enough to where our spots were right up front. The best part about this whole thing was there were no barriers. Meaning I could reach out to Noah and possibly get to hold his hand.

The show was about to start and I could feel butterflies in my stomach. Nothing else mattered in this moment expect Bad Omens.

Nick and folio walked out, then Jolly. The crowd got louder as each band member took their spots on the stage, but nothing will compare to the sound the crowd made when Noah appeared

“HOW ARE WE DOING TONIGHT!”

A giant fucking roar came from the crowd. Screaming, crying, yelling. You name it the crowd was doing it. I was standing there in awe, because I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

“DO YOU GUYS KNOW THIS ONE ?”

“CONCRETE”

“JUNGLE!”

God his eyes and face are even more beautiful in person.

“I CANT FUCKING HEAR YOU. LOUDDDEEEERRR CONCRETE”

“I really underestimated how tall he actually is.”

“JUNGLE!”

Staring at Noah’s beautiful features, something caught my attention that put me in an overwhelmed state.

What is that around his neck? It’s doesn’t look like his usual chain. I thought to myself.

“CONCRETE”

At this point the chant kept going but I was completely stunned. Standing there like a statue, I noticed it was a gold chain.

A gold chain with a cross on it.

Oh. My. God.

Is he wearing my necklace ?!?!?!

“Y/N? Y/N! Girl are you okay?!?”

Delilah snapped me out of my hypnotized state. I think all the color was probably drained from my face because she looked genuinely concerned

“Are you feeling okay ? you look like you saw a ghost.” She said with her hand on my shoulder

“I’m fine I just got dizzy for a moment.” I said shaking it off

YOU GUYS ARE FUCKING AWESOME !

Bad Omens started to go down their list of songs from their TDOPOM album. It dawned on me that neither of us had send our boyfriend. Personally, I thought it was a blessing but Envie was worried. She said she wanted to go look for them. I tired to convince her to stay but she was persistent. Even though I didn’t wanna lose my spot but I wasn’t gonna let her go alone. Girl code.

“Nah girl you stay right here, This is your first ever concert and I’m not gonna let you miss it just to go find those bozos. Besides we still got our meet and greet.”

She hugged me and started to make her way thought the crowd. When I turned back around I almost had a heart attack. Before looking all the way up I saw two black boots inches away from my face. It was Noah, and he was standing right above me. Like I could literally bite his boot if I was that much of a freak. We were officially making eye contact with each other. Could he actually see me or was he staring at something else ?

“What’s your name ?” Noah said into mic

“Y/n!” I yelled.

He leans down to the point where were face to face. The color probably left my body and my eyes were popping out of my freaking head. Not only was Noah looking into my eyes, but I confirmed he’s wearing my cross necklace.

“Okay Y/N”

He grabs my hand and starts singing

“You say we got nothing in common, too bad never even got started.”

The biggest smile came across my face and Noah recognized it, he smiled back at me and gently let go of my hand. He began to walk back on the stage while still keeping a small amount of eye contact with me. God those eyes are so beautiful, it’s like I can’t look away from him.

“Delilah is never going to freaking believe this.” I thought.

Almost an hour later I spotted Envie with the guys a little behind me. She waved while Jason just gave me a death glare

“Weight down on me still tillll morning weigh down would you say I’m worthy?”

“YOU GUYS WERE AWESOME TONIGHT! Thank you so much we are Bad Omens!”

We all cheered, and just like that I experienced my first concert. I finally caught up with Delilah and Jason, we gave each other a hug while I thanked her for this.

“Girl I saw that !”

“Saw what?.” I asked

“Noah fucking Sebastian sang to you. Not to mention the entire band was starting at you

Delilah telling me that, made my heart sink into my stomach. The entire band was looking at me? Why didn’t I notice? Come to think of it, every time I looked up Nick was also looking at me too. So weird that people in the crowd could notice,but it is just Envie. She is pretty observant.

“Oh Jason you better be careful, Noah might steal your girl. I saw him take her hand a sing to her.” Envie mocked

“Yea we’ll see about that. When does this meet and greet bullshit start.” Jason scoffed

“In 20 minutes.” Envie said looking at her watch

“Okay we’ll meet up with you guys. Y/n and I gotta go call her mom back.” Jason said looking at his phone.

“My mo-.”

Beige I could finish questioning what was obviously a lie , Jason pulled my arm and made us walk towards the bathrooms. Of course this is the one fucking area of the entire venue that is pitch black. Out of all freaking places.

“Babe please there’s people h-

*SLAP*

Jason slapped me as hard as possible across the face and threw me up against the stone wall.

“You think this fucking shit is cute Y/N? I haven’t fucking taught you a lesson in a while. Maybe I should right here right now.” Jason said in my ear while home clutching my throat.

Jason lifted my shirt and tried to pull down my tights. Even with his hand around my throat I still let out a scream praying it would attract attention. Sure enough it did.

“Everything okay back here?” A voice said

“Don’t say a fucking word.” Jason wishers

“Uh Yea man everything’s fine.

Jason said Still having his hand around my throat.

“You sure dude, we heard someone screaming. Ms are you okay?” Another voice said

“Yo mind ya fucking business man.” Jason spat

Jason’s till had his hand around my theory but I was able to slightly turn my head. When I did I saw 4 figure walking towards us, and if I were Jason I would have been scared shitless.

I still couldn’t fucking believe what I was seeing. The 4 figures were Noah, Nick, Jolly, and Folio, this is a fucking dream. Well at least I’m gonna be dreaming if Jason doesn’t take his hand off my throat.

I gotta admit they have impeccable timing. At this point I could feel Jason’s grip loosen. I think that’s the first time I’ve actually seen him scared of someone, it was almost satisfying.

“We’re making it our fucking business. I suggest you take your hand off her throat before I slit yours.” Noah said with his arms crossed.

“Eh you think you fuckers scare me, I’m taking my girl home tonight and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“Ms please walk toward us, I promise he won’t hurt you with us standing here. ” Nick said reaching out his hand out

“She not gonna listen to you fucks.” Jason scoffed

I pushed Jason off me as hard as I could and sprinted towards Nick,literally falling into his arms. Probably should have just grabbed his hand but my legs were about to give out from my nerves.

Jolly, Folio, and Noah started to walk toward Jason and by the looks of it they were about ready to fuck his whole world up

“Please don’t hurt him.” I blurted out tears streaming down my face.

They all looked at me confused, which was understandable because Jason was literally about to rape me when they found us. I don’t know what possessed me to ask them not to hurt him. I guess some part of my heart still had love for him, even if he continuously beat the shit out do me.

“Jason I’m done with you, get the fuck out of here before I let them hurt you.” I said with tears dripping down my face

“You think I’m letting you go that easily you got another thing coming. You’ll have to come home eventually bitch. YOU ARE MY GI-“

Without skipping a beat Noah turned around punched him in the face. Jason hit the ground, groaning in pain while spitting out a tooth.

“Judging by the way her lip is busted I just gave you taste of what you been doing.” Noah said kneeling down to Jason

Jason looked up at all of us and glared. I use to be so afraid of that stare but right now I felt like no one could touch me.

“I suggest you do what MY girl says and get the fuck outta here.” Noah said

“His Girl” I thought to myself

Jason got up and gave us the finger,

It felt so good watching him be the one limping this time. I turned to the guys to thank them and they were already walking away.

“WAIT!” I yelled.

Noah turned around and put his finger up to his mouth giving me the hush sign. I was confused but being the obedient girl Jason made me, I just nodded my head and went to go find Envie. They were in line for the meet and greet, also looking irritated.

“Hey guys.” I said calmly

“Girl there you are! I was worried because I thought you were gonna miss the meet and greet but these fuckers are running late. Anyways Where’s ya man’s?” Envie said looking behind me.

“We’ll talk about that later. Look! Here they come! I said pointing.”

We were about 5th in line which didn’t take long. I could see Noah’s fist was bruised from punching Jason, and for some odd reason I found that very hot.

“Snap out of it Y/N. He is a human not a piece of meat.”

Before I knew I was again face to face with the man who saved my life. I still noticed he was wearing my necklace. Does he know I’m the girl who sent it ?

“Hey did you enjoy the show? “ Noah asked while smiling at me

Alright coo, I guess we’re just gonna Pretend

“Yea you guys did great! You were all my first concert ever. “

“Oh yea ? hear that guys ? Her first concert” he smiled. The rest of the guys shared a fake smile with him. For performers they are awful at lying.

“ Noah I did have a question for you. If you don’t mind.” He looks at me with a stern and questioning look. I also noticed the rest of the band was now staring at me too.

“Sure! Ask away.” He says

“That’s a really pretty necklace, where did you get it?” I said in a cute snarky tone

Noah looked at me and smiled

“A fan gave it to me and asked me to keep it safe.” He said looking down at my poster and signing it.

“That was nice that you did that for her.” I said without thinking

Noah paused mid sign and looked at me

“Her?” He said

“I mean it’s a pretty girl necklace, sorry I assumed. Um Thanks for signing my poster.” I said nervously.

I think I’m getting a little too brave for my own good. I went down the line and each band member was now staring at me. It made me nervous because it was the same stair that Jason would give me. A cold stair with nothing behind the eyes, followed by a fake smile.

I got my poster signed and went about my way. Delilah and Malibu wanted to get food, the thought of eating made my stomach hurt because of everything I went through today. I told them I would meet up with them once I used the bathroom. I wasn’t going to the dark one so I looked around for something well lit.

I found one that was near what looked like where all the tour buses were parked. I didn’t see a sign that said I couldn’t go in so I took my chances. Of course it looked like something horror from a horror film, nevertheless I wasnt gonna take my chances with the bathroom that was pitch black again. I washed my hands and heard a loud thud sound followed by voices. What the hell was that? This is the girl restroom why are there dudes near here. I sighed and dried my hands, like inhavent been through enough already. What else does God have planned for me tonight? Bracing myself for the pervert comments that are waiting for me, I walked out the bathroom and was met with 4 familiar figures towering over someone. I knew immediately it was the members of Bad Omens. What I didn’t know until Noah moved to clean of his knife was the person they were towering over was Jason

“Jason?” I said to myself in shaky voice

Guess I wasn’t as good at whispering like I thought was because all 4 guys turned and looked. When my eyes adjusted to the dark, I got a good look at what was going on. Jason wasn’t moving.

Or breathing.

“Uh oh”

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I love you all

[flonbowe]

So I was thinking about Mettaton, and something hit me

Mettaton Neo has a very angelic design. I may be stretching it, but considering what a certain other angel looks like

The resemblance is very much there. Mettaton's Ex and Neo forms look far more human than anything or anyone in the underground, including Frisk themselves during the Genocide run. Mettaton Neo is specifically a form used in a last case scenario to stop you. Now depending on how you view the Neo form, this can probably mean a few things. My two cents is that its Mettaton trying to keep himself and you fooled. Mettaton first and foremost is a showman. He's a TV star, and even if he may no longer have an audience, there's no way he's going off air lying down.

Now why would this relate to his Neo form resembling the Angel? Well he's bluffing, whether intentionally or not he is bluffing. He can't beat you, and deep down I think he knows too. The best he can do is stall for time to get as many people out and evacuated as possible, to inspire hope. Its why he stays in the underground, and its what he's good at: inspiring. So he fights you and blocks your path, in the face of a demon he uses the visage of an Angel as the last line of defense for Monster kind. Undyne has fallen, the Asgore will fall too, but Mtt cannot let the monsters hopes die too. I know this isn't in game, but this kind of idea is even further expanded with this cover of Power of Neo https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uI0CxTgpA6Q

It uses a bunch of leitmotifs, and one of which is Bergentrückung, the other theme of someone who tried to bring hope to the Monsters, and the theme of who will fall after Mtt. This is also apparent with how Power of Neo is a more techno Mtt themed version of BAATH to begin with. At every point in the Mettaton Neo fight, from design to music to personality: Mettaton is stalling and pulling an intimidation act as a last ditch effort, since he doesn't know Sans is waiting in his church to play ball with Frisk. https://www.tumblr.com/dn-838/738700806141952000/how-aborted-genocide-affects-the-mettaton-neo?source=share This post goes more in detail on other aspects and Is generally just really interesting. But what I want to point out is what this means for Spamton Neo. By this logic, Spamton ALSO uses the visage of an Angel. Just for funnies, lets compare sprites too!

I know im using fan made content again but after UTY, that really isn't too bad I think, especially for a more for fun exploration like this. Speaking of fan made content, lets see where that sprite came from https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BkDjXdp2Ayc&t=69s

Notice how it only uses the first part of the loop, it doesn't go on and doesn't continue Power of Neo fully. It doesn't have the full meaning of Mettaton's heroic sacrifice to help people, as instead of an Angel to save the Underground, Spamton is that Angel of Death in Undertale's prophecy (in the Snowgrave route anyway). Like Mettaton, Spamton also uses the visage of an Angel to achieve a goal, but no matter what route it is its a dark perversion of Mettaton's goals. Mettaton wanted to inspire the Underground and achieve his dreams, trying to stall and kill Frisk to either save them from Asgore, or save the survivors from You. Spamton wanted his freedom and attacks and tries to kill Kris for their soul so he can be free. He also assists in the Snowgrave route, being an accomplice to many many deaths for 15 minutes of fame. This idea is more properly conveyed in the last parts of Big Shot with the use of Power of Neo. Oh yeah this was a Mettaton analysis whoopsie Ok so I know this was a Mettaton Neo thing at the start but man I just wanted to gush and gush about Mettaton cuz man I really can't get enough of him. He's the only one of two characters in Undertale to directly have connections with the Angel prophecy when it isn't just the Delta Rune itself, he inadvertantly saved the Underground because he's what made Alphys get the Royal Scientist posi--OH WAIT YEAH THATS SOMETHING I CAN TALK ABOUT OK SO SIDE TANGENT METTATON UNINTENTIONALLY SAVED THE UNDERGROUND AND I FIND THAT REALLY REALLY COOL! Because Alphys used Mettaton as a project to show to Asgore to become the Royal Scientist, this let Alphys work on the amalgamates and also create Flowey. Without Flowey, the barrier wouldn't have broken and no one would have been freed. Yes I know this isn't all solid since Mettaton didn't somehow cause 6 random kids fall down but you get the idea. Mettaton transitioning saved the world totally I NEED MORE METTATON AUS GRHEYCGDHWUDYGHJWYDH IM GOING TO GO FERAL!!! HE'S NEEDS IT AHHHHHHH!! Ts!Underswap is honestly amazing for Mettaton. I mean Mettacrit. He doesn't get his JoJo body, but is that going to stop him? OF COURSE NOT!

HE'S METTACRIT! AIN'T NO ONE STOPPING HIS DREAMS! He's also a wonderful little gist of Mettaton's whole character, just get rid of Alphys (sadly). Someone who wants to achieve their dreams, wanting to share the love and kindness around, with of course the sassy show stealing charm he needs.

But what if that wasn't so easy

SURPRISE! UNDERFELL TOO! We got the whole holy trinity of Undertale au's, specificallyyyyy

I MAY BE READING TOO FAR INTO THIS BUT I LOVE METTATON GAMMA SO MUCHHHH Its still our same ol Mettaton, but now his dreams are falling on deaf ears. He's Spamton in nature instead of Fabulous. Everyone is violent and blood hungry, so a simple cooking show with a touch of murder won't be enough, or another beautiful rendition of Oh My Love~! Its clear (to me anyway) that Mettaton in this au is nowhere near as big a star as he is in the normal Undertale continuity. In his intro monologue he brags about the audience he brought in, and during the fight he's much more focused on what the Audience wants rather than the show HE wants. Something OUR Mettaton just wouldn't do. This is the same sexy rectangle who basically just broadcasts whatever he wants. I forgot the exact dialogue and screenshot but its just not something Undertale Mettaton really does. Underfell though? A different story. He's bound to his viewers in a bad way till Frisk comes along. He's even more bound to Alphys in this AU as her little science fair project. GOD I LOVE THIS GAME ITS WHAT I'D WANT FROM AN ACTUAL UNDERFELL GAME! Oh my god I haven't even talked about Deltarune Mettaton and Mike and how that works OK SO THIS IS ENTERING MY PERSONAL FANON BUT Y'know how Spamton and Mettaton have their parallels? Y'know how the internet has been down in Deltarune?

Chapter 3's dark world is definitely TV themed, there's no way it can't. I know Tenna is the big TV related baddie now, but Im using Mike in this take. If Spamton is the more passive parallel to Mettaton, Mike in this chapter 3 take would be the darker direct parallel. Instead of the dreamer from humble beginnings who, even if he can be vain and self centered at times, still means well deep down like Mettaton is, Mike would be the cynical producer type who's fueling problems in the industry to make it big on top. A dark Mettaton if you will. Basically like this

https://www.tumblr.com/paintedhen/703948707502145536/determinators-determinators-mettaton-has?source=share

WHICH SIDE NOTE METTATON IN DELTARUNE IS DEPRESSING IM SO SORRY FOR HIM

https://www.tumblr.com/everysongineverykey/691083816166686720?source=share

I KNOW I KEEP LINKING OTHER POSTS BUT ITS NOT MY FAULT EVERYONE IS COOKING! GRAHHH Mettaton's such a character man. He makes me think lots of things and I wish I could gather my thoughts more clearly

[tessathegamefreak]

Man, it has been- FOREVER since I made anything Elder Scrolls related [Did I even have a Tumblr back when I did my Elder Scrolls fanarts? Who knows!]

Anyways, I have been trying to get myself back into drawing for my earliest hyperfixation ever! I have dozens of OCs for Skyrim alone, and hardly ANY art for ANY of them! So, allow me to introduce you to one I DID make art for!

Let me introduce you to Varnia Wayrest, an orc assassin who originally hails from High Rock. [her character sheet beneath]:

All information on her will be uploaded to a Toyhou.se and shared here at a later time. For now, I can drop some small details about her:

Her given name was Volmpha gro-Mornoga. She spent her childhood in her orc stronghold.

She was ostracized as a child, both for being a bastard child and for her narcolepsy, which left her with a weakened immune system as the adults neglected her welfare.

She was left bedridden for most of her childhood, due to the various ailments she contracted in her adolescence, but the worst ailment she suffered from was Bonerot.

As a woman, she left her fortress and spent her early adult years in the city of Wayrest. The city was a sentimental place for her as it was where she first began to find herself, so when she eventually hit the road, she commemorated her surname to the city instead of the fort she hailed from- as is customary for the Orsimer. [She also luckily left just before the city fell-]

Varnia had a passion for the creative arts and tried to make it as a Thespian, but found that such a feat was difficult for an Orsimer to achieve in a populace of Bretons that didn’t want to see their stories re-enacted by one of the Pariahfolk.

When her acting dreams were crushed, she instead took to the Fighter’s guild, and later operated as a mercenary. Though it was not the same as her creative arts, she considered bringing her axe down on a foe a form of art in itself. This line of work took her to Skyrim for opportunities.

It was in Skyrim where Varnia once again found herself, this time in assassination. She wasn’t going to go through with assassinating Gerold the Kind when Aventus first tasked her with the quest, but upon meeting the crone, she felt differently. Thus led her to her following the Dark Brotherhood questline and becoming its new Listener…

She has a close partnership with Cicero. She first met the fool outside of Lorieus’ Farm, where she helped him with his wagon. Then fate brought them back together, leading her to later spare the jester’s life despite Astrid’s orders. The two now make for an odd traveling pair.

[P.S. Hope y’all like my take on that old Barbie and Ken meme XD]

[rockingrobin69]

Disastrously

Not the orchids. Draco squinted his eyes, tilted his head: no, definitely not those. Maybe… tulips? Ugh, what was he even on about. Roses. It had to be roses. Or—this was a disaster. Elbows sliding down the counter, head in his hands: disaster, disaster, disaster.

“Darling…”

Disaster, disaster, di—

“Darling.”

The stern voice didn’t do it, but the pinch certainly did. Draco jumped with a cry, rubbing the reddened skin of his arm. “What! Can’t a man drown in his sorrows anymore?”

“Not in my flower shop,” Pansy smiled. The inconsiderate cow.

“Just because you’re happy,” he said, but didn’t finish. Didn’t need another lecture on how he could have been ‘thoroughly plowed’ and ‘ravingly adored’ all the way back last year. About how if he wasn’t such an idiot, and knew how to communicate like a regular human person, he could have been bloody engaged by now. Just like Pansy—then she’d show the outrageous ring the Weaselette got her, and, well. Nobody wanted that.

“Quit moping, you’re scaring the other shoppers. I won’t lose any more business on your sour face, darling.”

Draco huffed something very scathing and very quiet. “Help me, then. What flowers does one bring on a first proper date?”

“Define proper.”

“Well.” He wasn’t sure. Fairly certain they were going to a restaurant, and somewhat positive Potter knew it was a date. This time. Date-date, as in romantically speaking, strings-attached actually-doing-this kind of thing. It took a while to explain the concept to Potter’s open-mouthed, flushed face. Draco really wasn’t very regular-human-person when it came to… this.

But Potter nodded, swallowed an obscene number of times. Said he’ll arrange something, meet him at seven. Tonight. Leading to this, a disaster, as always.

“All right, I’ll help, stop making that face. How about—lilies are always nice?”

“Not lilies.” Nothing symbolic. This was hard enough.

“Daisies?”

“I’ll kill you, Pans.”

She sighed. “You know what your problem is?”

Oh, boy, did he. Every single one of them, actually. Instead of the usual monologue, Draco grunted. “Self-absorbed, unimaginative friends?”

“Piece of…” Pansy pulled him up by the hair. “Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Potter’s going to go bonkers anyway. You’re overthinking, same as always.”

“I don’t overthink,” he thought, at least. “I just… The way he looked at me when I asked him. You can’t even imagine. Do you realise he didn’t have an inkling I was so bloody… and I was pathetic. Nearly ran out of there with my face on fire—no, this has to be perfectly clear. Romantic and perfect. Can’t bear to do it again.”

“Do what? Have an honest conversation?”

“Yes. They’re exhausting.”

She laughed, the cow, patted his arm in a half-consoling manner. “It’ll be fine. Potter’s obsessed with you too. Always coming here, ‘is Draco in’, ‘have you seen Draco’, ‘d’you think Draco would like’… the man’s an utter sap. Trust me, it won’t matter what flowers you bring, or how mumbly you get about the touchy-feely stuff. Oi—are you even listening?”

“Yes, yes, calm down.” He wasn’t, but sure wasn’t going to tell her that. Pansy’s stinging hex was notorious for a good reason. “Just give me something, won’t you? anything. I want Potter to know how much…” his head thunked down on the counter, breath whooshing out in a groan. “That he’s important to me, all right? Really important. Like that.”

“Erm, maybe—”

“No, I know, I know what you think, but… Pans, he’s driving me mad. I start rambling whenever he’s around. I don’t know how to tell him how deeply…”

“Draco—"

“Revolting! I know! I’ve been yearning like a fool for so long, that I’ve completely forgot how to act like a normal person—”

“Don’t think you’ve ever been normal, to be fair.”

His heart stopped. Physically. Dropped dead in his chest. “Wha… Potter?”

Yep. Standing right behind him, hands in his pockets, smiling like the most innocent little fiend. “Yearning? Really?”

Draco swallowed fifteen different swearwords in fast order. “What’re you doing here? We’re not meeting until seven.”

“I know.” Why did he have to smile like that? Draco couldn’t remember how to breathe. “Just came to get—I know you like your flowers.”

“Oh. That’s…” his mind went blank.

“Deeply, it would seem.” Potter’s smile widened, and he stepped closer. “And me. You like me. Deeply. Yearned like a fool, even.”

“Kill me now,” Draco whispered to Pansy, who wasn’t there, retreated to the backroom. The cow. “Potter, I’m—”

“Mad,” he laughed, crowding Draco against the counter. “Yeah. I knew that already.”

“Potter,” was all he managed, weakly. They were so close. If he leaned the tiniest of fractions, they would be touching. With their lips.

“I’m mad too. About you. I sort of hoped you knew.”

He could count the freckles on Potter’s cheeks, in the little crinkle of his nose. Potter opened his mouth—Draco’s chest clenched—then leaned back, away.

“Until tonight, then,” he winked. And left. Draco, who was prone to disasters, melted onto the counter like a pile of goo.

Potter was mad. In general, but also about him. Mad, he said. Draco could probably get him any flowers at all.

Maybe orchids? No… definitely not those. He pushed himself up, wiped the smile off his face. Pansy was right. Not that he was ever, ever, ever going to tell her that.

[television-overload]

of our own making

(an X-Files fanfic)

Chapter 28/34 - cigarette smoke

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The scent of cigarette smoke wakes her, burning her nostrils with its offensive odor.

It reminds her of the days before—when he’d come in the night, speaking in hushed tones with her husband and effectively plotting the end of her life and happiness. The downfall of the family she’d worked so hard to hold together.

It had been a long time since family meant more to her than heartache and regret. She’s not about to let him take it away again. Not when she might have just gotten it back.

“Get out of my house,” she says, her voice coming out strong and commanding despite the late hour.

“Teena,” he intones, as if surprised to find her in her own home. “How nice to see you.” 

She flicks the light on above him, depriving him of the precious darkness he likes to hide behind. He’s always been too theatrical for her taste. It used to intimidate her, even scare her. Not anymore.

She grips Bill’s old shotgun in her hands.

“Are you going to shoot me, Teena?” he says, squinting at her and chuckling a bit under his breath. It doesn’t look like she’ll need to, at this rate. He’s already run himself halfway into the ground without her help.

A pity.

She adjusts her hold on the weapon anyway. It’s loaded, of course. She isn’t a fool. 

“What do you want, Spender?” she asks impatiently. “There’s nothing more for you here.”

“Is there not?” he asks coolly, leaning toward the coffee table where he has set out a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. “I thought you might like to celebrate. I heard the good news, of course.”

The hairs on the back of her neck begin to rise. Of course he’d heard. He has eyes and ears everywhere. She’d given up long ago trying to keep things from him. It never ended well.

“You stay away from my son and his family,” she spits, raising the barrel of the gun toward him. He doesn’t so much as flinch.

“Don’t you mean our son, Teena?” he asks, smirking up at her. “I think that makes them my family too, if I’m not mistaken.”

She reels back in disgust. “You don’t know the meaning of the word,” she says accusingly. “And you are not his father.”

The smoking man chuckles heartily again, taking a long drag of his cigarette before speaking. “Oh, I assure you, I am. I’ve had Fox’s DNA tested on several occasions. The results are quite conclusive.”

“I don’t care what your results say,” she says, a fire burning in her eyes. “DNA doesn’t mean one thing when it comes to family.”

Spender purses his lips, but otherwise doesn’t respond. He knows there’s nothing he can say to that.

“Perhaps you’re right,” he says after a tense silence. “But that doesn’t mean he can’t be convinced. I don’t need to be his father to leave an impression on him, do I?” 

He gets to his feet, approaching her one step at a time, unbothered by the weapon she holds.

She holds her ground.

“I can be very persuasive, if you’ll recall,” he says, reaching up to touch a stray tuft of hair on her head.

Enough.

“You relinquished any hold you may have had on him the day you entrusted him to Agent Scully,” she spits, jabbing the mouth of the gun into his side and pushing him back a few inches. “Now, you can either heed my warning, or face the consequences.”

He tilts his head curiously, the ever-present smirk on his face unwavering.

“Is that so? And what might those be?”

He has no idea, does he, how much damage she could do. Decades of righteous anger stored up inside her, a front row seat to some of the most horrific and evil acts of mankind…

“Do you forget that I was there, Spender?” she asks, the corner of her mouth twitching. “I was there from the beginning. I’ve heard it all—seen everything. Can you really risk letting what I know get out?”

“You seem to think I can’t kill you where you stand,” he says, leveling her with a menacing stare, dropping his earlier unaffected demeanor. “If sleeping pills are your method of choice, that can easily be arranged.”

She scoffs at him.

“You won’t kill me,” she says confidently. “And I will not be intimidated by you.”

For all the times she stayed silent, for all the fear that once controlled her—this is her redemption.

C.G.B. Spender is a stain on humanity, and she will not allow him to meddle in her life any longer.

“There are two ways this can end,” she states, her voice low and serious. “Either you disappear, and never come near my family again—or I watch you bleed out all over my grandmother’s rug. Your choice.”

He lifts his cigarette to his lips. As he exhales, a cloud of smoke envelops her face, but she does not waver.

“I’ll go,” he says evenly. “No need to desecrate such a lovely antique.”

That’s the thing she had never noticed as a younger woman: that this man is nothing but a coward. Everything he does, every action he takes, is to save his own skin and nothing more. Only her son was bold enough to stand up to him. He had shown her the cracks in Spender’s armor.

“You’ll stay away from Fox and Dana,” she states, watching as he turns to leave.

He glances back at her.

“Your threat holds no real power over me,” he says offhandedly, notably not agreeing to her terms. Bending down over the coffee table, he picks up the glass of whiskey he’d poured for himself and takes a sip. “Anything you might reveal of my business would be dismissed as the ravings of a madwoman. And you’re right, I don’t want to kill you. But I will, if you force my hand. Nothing will be revealed that I do not wish to be revealed.”

“Ha,” Teena laughs humorlessly. He thinks so highly of himself, like he’s some kind of all-knowing god, controlling the events of this world like some grandiose puppetmaster.

She’s seen behind the curtain, though, and she knows better. She’s learned how to play his game.

“If you think my death would stop the truth from coming out, you’re more of a fool than I thought,” she says. “How long have I known you, Spender, that I wouldn’t have put in failsafes in the event of my death?”

Oh, is that a flicker of fear, she detects?

“I’ve had the better part of three decades to plan for your downfall,” she continues. “I do not fear death as you do.”

His lips remain tightly closed, his whiskey forgotten.

She leans in close, meeting his cold, unfeeling eyes head on.

“And that is why you will always fail.”

There’s a kind of delirious satisfaction in watching him go. It’s a waste of oxygen, she thinks, that he continues to live, but she will not stoop to his level. Not unless absolutely necessary.

He slinks back into the shadows from whence he came, and she prays that’s the last she will ever see or hear from him again. She’s prepared to follow through with her threats, if it’s not.

The shotgun goes back to its rightful place under her bed, with all her husband’s old things. He had been a good man, before he got swept up in Spender’s world. She tries, now, to remember that side of him, and not the one that came later. Enough of her life has been spent being angry, and she’s tired of it. She’s tired of the sadness and the bitterness.

It’s time for her to move past all that.

She lays back in her bed, the one that had almost been her deathbed, and breathes in deeply. Once upon a time, she had needed copious amounts of sleeping pills just to get through the night. The horrors that awaited her when she closed her eyes were unbearable, so traumatizing that she’d even experience nightmarish hallucinations.

But now?

Well, for the first time in years, Teena Mulder has a peaceful night’s sleep.

~~~

I can't make you go a day without Mulder and Scully in the update...

He knows he should be sleeping. Scully is snoozing away on the bed, and has been for quite some time now. Then again, once her head hits a pillow, he knows she’s hard-pressed to stay awake for even five minutes.

Chapter 29/34 - rocking chair

Him, however…

He sits up on the ugly upholstered couch, stretching his neck in a futile attempt to straighten out the kinks.

He’s a father.

The thought is almost beyond comprehension. If he’d actually been asleep, he might have thought it had all been a dream. But, no. He’s sitting in a hospital room a mere ten feet away from Scully, and they’re parents.

It feels both sudden, and like it was years in the making.

Casting a quick glance over to his sleeping partner, he rises to his feet and tiptoes to the doorway, pulling the door open as quietly as possible. The brightness of the fluorescent lights in the hallway causes him to squint momentarily until his eyes can adjust. A sign comes into focus in front of him on the wall, pointing him in the direction he wants to go.

A few hours ago, the nurses came by to check on the three of them, ensuring that they had everything they needed for the night. They’d offered to take the baby to the nursery so that the new parents could rest, and though it was tough to see that little cherubic face go, he and Scully both knew that their nights of getting a somewhat acceptable amount of sleep were numbered. They eventually agreed, and like magic, Scully had slipped into her silk pajamas and under the paper-thin hospital sheets before he even knew what happened.

Now, though, he figures he might as well do something useful with his insomnia-induced awake time, so he heads down the hall until he comes to a large glass window. Behind it, the lights are dimmed, but bright enough that he can see the seven or eight babies sleeping peacefully in individual plastic bassinets.

His cheeks twitch with the beginnings of a smile as he takes in the gentle rise and fall of their little bellies, their first soft breaths of this new life.

Each one has a name tacked onto the plastic bin of the bassinet, proudly announcing the date and time each was born. His eyes roam over every one until he spots her. His little girl.

Madeline Samantha Mulder May 2, 2000 10:13 a.m. 6 lb. 4 oz.  /  18 ¾ in.

Though he’s already had the better part of a day to get to know her, the sight of her still knocks the breath out of his lungs.

Almost as if she senses she is being watched, she begins to fuss, the hat that was keeping her head warm beginning to fall off. He can see wetness building around her eyes, tears leaking out and drying on her rosy cheeks.

Mulder puts his hand on the glass, wishing there was something he could do.

Thankfully, a nurse comes bustling in, bunching the little pink stocking cap back onto her head and whispering soothing words that he can’t hear.

He taps softly against the glass, not loud enough to disturb the other sleeping infants, but sufficient to get the attention of the nurse. After adjusting the baby’s blankets, she looks up, offering Mulder a small smile.

“Can I see her?” he mouths, pointing at his daughter. He raises his wrist and points to the hospital band that declares him the baby’s father, and the woman’s smile widens. After double-checking that Madeline is back asleep, the nurse comes around to the hallway, clipboard in hand.

“Already on that new parent sleep schedule, I see,” she jokes, eyes scanning down a list of names.

Mulder chuckles. “Been practicing for years,” he says.

“Can I see your band?” she asks, and he presents it to her. She checks the ID number on it against the information on her documentation, and nods. “You wanna take her back to your room?”

He hesitates. “Uh, my… wife’s still sleeping. I don’t want to wake her.”

He doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to calling her that…

“Not a problem, Mr. Mulder. We’ve got a room back here you can use, if you like.”

“That would be great.”

The nurse leads him back to a side room at the back of the nursery equipped with a few chairs and all the necessary supplies.

“Let me go get your little girl,” she says, before disappearing through the doorway. She’s back moments later, the baby now blinking awake in her arms.

Mulder mentally kicks himself.

“I shouldn’t have had you disturb her, she needs her sleep,” he says, a tinge of regret causing his shoulders to slump as she rests little Madeline in the cradle of his arms. Parent rule #1, if your baby is sleeping (by some miracle), don’t even breathe in the wrong direction. Just count your blessings.

He’s already messing it up.

His self-chastisement is cut short by the warm chuckle of the night nurse. “She’ll go right back to sleep, don’t you worry. She’s all tuckered out from her busy day!” she assures him.

Mulder relaxes, smiling a grateful smile up at her.

“Let me know when you’re heading back to your room,” she says, taking her leave.

Once she’s gone, Mulder’s attention falls to the wide-eyed little creature staring up at him. Her eyes are baby blue, a different shade than Scully’s, but he’s probably the only person on the planet that could tell you so. The flutter of her eyelashes mesmerizes him.

“Hi,” he breathes, tears involuntarily pooling in his eyes for what must be the millionth time that day. Maddie wriggles in her tightly swaddled blankets, and Mulder tugs on them to make sure they don’t fall loose.

After some effort, one tiny little arm escapes its confines despite his attempt at stopping it. He shakes his head with a breath of laughter, reaching out with his free hand to let her wrap his finger in her miniscule fist. With his thumb, he begins tracing soft circles on her warm, baby soft skin.

Has he ever held a hand so small? Five perfect, pudgy fingers on each hand. The tiniest fingernails he’s ever seen. That cute button nose and chubby cheeks. Rosebud lips and a chin that he’s noticed juts out just a little when she’s about to cry.

She’s perfect, his Madeline. And he vows to protect her from all the harm in this world.

“Sorry for waking you up, baby girl,” he whispers, lifting her fist to his lips and placing a kiss there. “Don’t tell mommy.”

Her wide eyes stare up at him, trusting and content.

“Come here,” he says, and he shifts her so she’s upright, then transfers her to his chest. The second her cheek—still sticky from tears—falls against his chest, her eyes flutter shut. He can feel her every breath, laying like this. From the rise and fall of her chest to the almost imperceptible exhales of air from her nose, there is a living breathing person relying on him now.

What had he ever done to deserve this?

He rubs her back, patting lightly at a steady rhythm that he hopes is comforting and relaxing. The repetitive motion plus the rocking chair ought to be enough to put any person to sleep—even himself.

Her fist curls against the neckline of his worn, gray t-shirt, fastening it in her iron grip. He lets his cheek fall against her head and breathes in deeply. This is a moment he wants to remember for the rest of his life.

“Can I tell you a secret?” he mumbles, his lips brushing against her head before he pulls back.

He pauses for a moment, as if waiting for an answer. He thinks he can hear a clock ticking somewhere in the hallway, and a door somewhere in the distance snicks shut.

He lowers his voice even further, speaking so only his baby can hear.

“I’m in love with your mommy.”

The words are barely audible, but they’re the truth. And a truth spoken softly is better than nothing.

“What do you think of that, huh?”

On his shoulder, Madeline’s face has gone slack, a little bubble peeking out between her lips with each even breath she takes. She’s fast asleep, and in hardly any time at all.

He prays the pattern will continue when they get home.

For a good half hour, he stays planted in that chair, humming softly to every song he can think of that might qualify as a lullaby. Eventually though, after two rounds of Can’t Help Falling in Love by Elvis, his own eyes begin to droop shut.

He’s loath to part with her, but the nurse stops by again asking if he’d like her to take the baby back to her bassinet, and he agrees. Before long, he’s back in the hall, the phantom weight of Madeline on his shoulder as he carefully opens the door to suite 509.

“Mulder?” he hears her voice, raspy and disoriented. The sliver of light from the hall illuminates her face, and she blocks it out with a raised hand, squinting adorably. “Why are you up?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” he answers, making his way back to the couch.

“Were you trying to sleep on that thing?” she asks, looking at the couch in disdain. He wants to laugh at the messiness of her hair sticking up every which way, but instead he feels his heart clench at the sight of her.

I love you, he thinks.

“Mulder…”

He realizes he hasn’t answered her question, so he clears his throat. “Uh, yeah. Might be a little short, but not bad,” he says.

The furrow of Scully’s eyebrows is visible even just by the light of the moon streaming through the horizontal window blinds.

“I sat there earlier. It’s terrible,” she says, confusion lacing her features.

Mulder shrugs, not sure what else to say.

She purses her lips, the expression on her face one he recognizes to be her puzzle-solving face. He’s seen it plenty of times at crime scenes, but he doesn’t have a clue what it may mean in this context.

“Come over here,” she says.

He looks up, his eyes meeting hers.

She’s serious.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he stands from the couch, approaching Scully cautiously lest she change her mind.

But instead of changing her mind, she shuffles backward, making space on the not quite queen-sized bed for Mulder to lay down.

“How is she?” Scully asks knowingly as the bed dips below his weight.

He toes his shoes off, swinging his legs up on the bed and tucking them beneath the covers.

“She’s perfect, Scully.”

She smiles. Her hand reaches out as he’s settling into the mattress, and catches his hand in hers. Their fingers intertwine like it’s the most natural thing in the world, and he hopes she can’t feel his heart hammering in his chest.

This somehow feels different than the other times they’ve shared a bed. Unlike those times, there’s no great need for comfort and security, and no cow has flown through the roof of the building.

It’s just two parents trying to catch some shut-eye. Nothing more, nothing less.

“Thanks for being here, Mulder,” Scully mumbles sleepily, her eyes having fallen shut once again. “Thanks for being her dad.”

He squeezes her hand once in acknowledgement. There are too many words he wishes he could say, gratitude he wants to express for allowing him to do this with her, to be a part of it. For giving Maddie his last name. For honoring his sister. He doesn’t even know where to begin, but now isn’t the time anyway. He is rendered functionally mute.

The air conditioner hums in the silence that settles, and he counts the seconds, sure that she must have gone back to sleep.

Just as he begins to feel himself drifting off, he hears her again.

It’s almost inaudible. Spoken like a secret into the night, an accidental admission that wasn’t meant for his ears. Part of him isn’t sure it’s her he hears at all, merely a wishful auditory hallucination experienced on the cusp of a dream.

“I love you.”

And, even if it’s not real, he thinks he hears himself utter back, “I love you too.”

~~~

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[yenqa]

fairy of shampoo

sypnosis : sunoo sees you in a shampoo ad and thinks way more romantically of you then he should. luckily niki is there to help him.

warnings : none? i don’t think

wc : approx. 0.57k

pairing : sunoo x gn!reader

a/n : ok this is kind of random but like why does everyone comment on how sunoo is pretty but no one talks about how fine he is?? like that man is so fine bro. anyways enjoy!

“sunoo have you seen my shampoo ad? i’m so excited it’s my first ad ever!” your voice comes out of the phone, sunoo jumps at the sound, turning the volume down.

“not yet y/n, let me search it up right now, and i’ll give you a live reaction, okay?”

“okay! don’t make fun of me though” he could hear your furrowed brows through the call.

“don’t worry, i won’t” he hears your sigh of relief, as he spots your face on an ad. he taps on the screen enlarging the video.

“okay i found it! now shush.”

the ad itself was pretty silly, you dressed as a fairy, blessing people with unhealthy hair with the shampoo you were advertising! it wasn’t much but sunoo watches your ad in awe, when did you get so pretty? weren’t you that awkward person in middle school just yesterday? and why were you such a cute fairy?

“what did ya think?” your excited voice comes out of his speaker again, “do i look cool as a fairy or what?”

“y-yeah you look pretty cool y/n,” he silently curses at himself for stuttering, you’ve known them for years! don’t be weird now!

“see i knew i looked super oh-! my managers calling sun, i’ll call you later okay?”

“oh- okay, byee!” he tries to mimic his usual voice. he ends the call as quickly as possible, not wanting to make a bigger fool of himself than he already has. turns out, niki had already been set on that mission.

“hyung what was that?” niki gives him a teasing smile.

sunoo acts oblivious to the situation, “what was what?”

“your awkwardness! also i see the pink in your cheeks after watching her ad, don’t even lie.”

“i do not have pink-“

niki gasps,“oh my gosh, do you have a crush on y/n?”

sunoo stays silent, confirming nikis suspicions.

“i knew it! i knew someone had to have feelings between the two of you, you literally act like an old married couple!”

sunoo gives him a dirty look, turning back to his phone, “we don’t act like a married couple,” he assures himself, scrolling on whatever app he has.

“yeah right, you should totally ask them on a date sometime!” sunoo rolls his eyes at the suggestion, quickly firing back, “you think i can? netizens are crazy these days, especially with our group.”

“but you want to go on a date with them,” niki smirks at his new information.

“okay but that’s not the point.”

“you didn’t deny it!” niki points at sunoo, (not so) secretly grabbing his phone in the process.

“stop- what are you doing?” sunoo exclaims, as he tries to get a hold of his phone, but he didn’t want to get out of his spot, and neither did his legs.

“asking them for you! because you’re such a coward.” niki smirks again, typing away on his phone. niki presses the last button harder than the others, proudly giving his phone back to sunoo.

“they won’t answer, their manager called them niki!” sunoo complains, reading over the text.

‘y/nnnn do you wanna go on a date with me to the new art museum this weekend? i heard it’s pretty cool 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️’

sunoo almost looks at the text in disgust. niki typed almost identically to how he would text.

soon your typing bubble pops up, sunoo almost throws his phone in anticipation, sunoo and niki both move their faces closer to the phone. when the familiar gray text pops up niki almost screams in excitement.

‘sure! just tell me when 💗’

thank u sm for reading! all notes are appreciated have a great day babe!

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[sunny6677]

HERES OPPOSITE TOM!

( OPPOSITE AU IS CREATED BY @jacenotjason )

Tom, in this AU, has very little energy and usually has no time for fooling around. She lacks motivation, and is usually bored half the time. However, she tends to daydream a lot and often daydreams of becoming a female knight for some reason because she has the unhealthy mindset of 'I don't need anyone because I'm strong and if I need anyone to help me or protect me at all then I'm weak', and liked to imagine herself as a knight because that's what she thinks she should be like. Her dynamic with Kevin is kind of reversed here too lol. He thinks they're friends at first, while Tom is just someone who always comes in to finish her work in his store since it's usually quiet enough to do that—she isn't a full on asshole to him but does find him annoying, and just calls him 'Fish Man' for a while instead of his actual name. Her job here is also something to do with art, though she's very vague about it and usually avoids mentioning her job around people. She is I incredibly poor, her favorite food is garlic bread, and she likes to solve puzzles rather than making them. She's also very intelligent in this AU, kind of witty, and is also a bit sassy. But despite acting like she takes no nonsense, she is a real softie deep down. And she's also still a babysitter here, but is usually very fed up with the more energetic kids and struggles to keep up with them. She hides most genuine things about herself as well because she finds it embarrassing or feels like no one would care anyway.

Buque (her caregiver) wasn't neglectful of her and didn't verbally mistreat her, and did mean well—but would sometimes do things she shouldn't have or snap at Tom just because she couldn't control her stress. And no matter how much Buque tries to act like this was just a mistake, this is still effecting Tom and it always will. And also the reason why Tom is so intent on being strong is because Opposite Jeremy was the very same way, so she subconsciously thinks she must be that way in order to be worth something.

Her flaws with Kevin and hers relationship here is that she usually is very intent on not depending on anyone for anything, so she pretty much avoids help from him at all costs and pretty much anyone—she always tries to help him out even if whatever happened probably isn't her responsibility to fix. Tom also doesn't repress her emotions here and IS honest about how she feels, but she feels very embarrassed anytime someone dares ask about it or tries to comfort her. She also tends to avoid Kevin in general at first just because she finds him slightly annoying, but also doesn't wanna be a bother or come off as clingy due to a certain incident in the past making her afraid to actually be clingy with other people.

I'm unsure of what Kevin's flaws would be since I didn't create this version of him (his canon versions flaws or at least his flaws toward Tom in her actual canon au are being a bit of a jerk to her at first because of his stress, kinds dismissing her emotions at first due to being too wrapped up in his own problems to notice her own and also just being so used to her being dramatic that he usually thinks her being upset is just her being a drama queen again, etc etc). But I'm sure he'd have his own too since no relationship is perfect. /lh

Will defintely make sketches of her and Opposite Kevin at some point—just not tonight cuz I'm tired lol./lh

(Also rather than being possesed, she just owns a Haunted object—aka, the rather ancient/suspicious looking journal she got from a garage sale one time)