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unravelling-the-world · 3 years

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random thoughts related to kagepro (tw for depression?? death?? suicide ?? implied ?? im not sure and idk what else read at ur own risk)

well idk lately ive been thinking a lot and ik ive uh always (? since i can remember?) have been depressed (i mean...it started around age 12...i dont really remember much before that. most of what i remember are bad moments anyways. or very specific scenes. but they dont feel mine. if that makes sense. its like remembering the scene from a movie. back on track i guess idk well lately ive realized i actually kin some characters and lately ive...been relating a lot to shintaro kisaragi fromkagepro. i mean its ok. there´s always been that specific similarity in us (after all, how many characters in anime are as related to coca cola as shintaro //and me,,im literally a coca cola addict lmao// well anyways. after some days, this lead me to thinking...to a hidden memory within my brain, i guess. I remember introducing my then best friends, to kagepro. one told me haha he´s like u bc the coca cola!! and i think i just laughed and smiled? i truly didn´t see it? i was sad sure, but i couldnt really relate to him. after all, i was the leader of my own little group of 12 year old weebs,right? (i was also 12 btw) i didnt personally dislike shintaro but i didnt rly see myself in him yknow? also i have loved ayano from ever since i have memory so idk like she´s one of my biggest comfort characters and its weird bc if she was ´´real´´ idk if i could date her or anything but im just glad she exists bc it somehow comforts me a lot yeah anyways ayano essay for another time lol. anyways at this age my favorite characters in kagepro were ayano and konoha ( i still love them a lot) thing is, at this point in my life i didnt know/wasnt aware i was transgender but i already kinda liked he/him pronouns so i roleplayed a lot. online. i roleplayed as konoha obviously lmao and actually one of my irl friends related to shintaro ?? and i think we may have roleplayed lmao and stuff.... she even had a facebook account named shin hikkikomori or smth like that. anyways fast forward bc after being 12 a lot of stuff happened obviously. and none of that relates to kagepro until quite some time. i will mention some items that dont really relate to kagepro but marked moments in my friend group that may be relevant later on. Around 2016)? Some of my closest friends changed schools (but we kept contact) yet i still had a big group at school. But it got fragmented along the way. 2017 i went to Japan and formed a new, different friend group with people that even today, are dear to me. When i came back, my friend group fragmented more. I kept contact with other members of the old group but one on one, not as a group anymore. 2018 we graduated, and i broke up my realtionship with one of my former best friends (2016-2018) 2019 was a year of change, and even though i was afraid and shit got weird, i was not doing too bad. i will skip that. Well. Im sure we all know 2020 was a trainwreck, shit happened. i had a villain arc. I lost my shit,definetely. Ups, downs, whatever. 2021 has not been too different. However, even through everything, in early 2020, i kept close relationships with my friend group. as the year moved forward and the restrictions started lifting ( thank you government very cool <3 //ironically obviously, this is the reason this shit wont go away//) some of my friends saw each other irl and stuff, or talked about stuff i didn´t understand/didn´t want to hear while on discord. I felt alienated. I felt empty. I got mad at a friend for the first time, for something he said. I ended up isolating myself. A friend celebrated her birthday. She invited me and never excluded me, asked me a lot of things and asked to virtually include me. But that would just make me feel more alienated, wouldn´t it? I told her it was ok, i didn´t go. Honestly, I felt like a bother. I didn´t want to bother. I wasn´t okay, but i didn´t want to bother anyone, so i isolated myself. I had a very bad breakdown. lasted weeks. When I recovered, it wasn´t the same. It felt like everyone else was closer, while i drifted away. I kind of recconected with some of my friends from Japan after this. In the vacations, i felt like i reconnected with some friends just to drift away again later. However, i never could reconnect with one of my best friends. She never really got mad at me or anything ( i think) but we don´t really talk much anymore. We used to talk daily, be it actual talking, memes, anything. I don´t think we´ve actually talked in weeks. There´s nothing I can do. This year, another friend had a birthday, but I was so disconnected from everyone I didn´t even care. I mean. It´s all broken now, isn´t it? The other day I just started wondering. When did I start relating to Shintaro so much? I had always been like this, hadn´t I? Who am I, actually? Why do I relate so much now? It´s not just about the soda. I had lost friends before, but I never really felt like that. Sometimes I feel like I´ve lost everyone. In a one year span I became a hikkikomori. About a month ago, when I entered classes, I was recognized as Shintaro pfp and I admitted to kinning him to people i´d never talked to before (on chat) // I decided to go apeshit idc anymore about what anyone thinks of me// I had fun. I think I must´ve posted on my stories, because two different people told me they were the ene to my shintaro. I appreciated it. i mean it´s kinda true bc now that i´m only on the pc they do bother me online and try to get me to open up or get better but sometimes the just annoy me lmao but also not bc they all have their own particular lives and they all seem to be doing better than me. Still, my classmates are very nice and inclusive. But it´s not like im close to any of them I guess. I´m just alone now. I´m fucked up man....I don´t feel real anymore. I don´t really know who I am. I guess that´s why I find comfort in seeing a part of myself in Shintaro? But when did i turn out like this? Why didn´t I relate when I was younger? Well, I hadn´t really lost any friends back then. I now know how painful that is. How lonely it is to be alone even when there is people around. idk. and i´ve always been quiet. introverted. shy. a loser. yet now whenever i meet anyone i try to idk connect? but i cant. i wish i could be more evil. maybe it´d just be easier if everyone really, truly hated me. maybe i´d get the strength to actually kill myself then. it´s weird. i really see myself in route xx shintaro. I know that´s fucked up because I know how it ends. but truly, i was trying. I was healing, i think i was going somewhere. and i was trying to keep my newly formed renovated friend group together. I really was trying to. I didn´t mind if we had sub groups on the big group, but we were all there for each other. I tried my best. I felt like i belonged. but now im alone again. and this time there´s nothing i can do. if something, i´ve made it worse. and i keep making it worse. it´s weird. when i first got into kagepro, both shintaro and ayano felt like adults. i thought they were really, really big. im older than them now. now i know theyre not really adults. i get it. i still feel 18. after all, these last two years have been taken away from me. i didnt waste them myself this time. i feel like a rotten 18 year old...when i listen to lost time memory, i just...get it. i always liked the song. i thought the story was so cool. when it first came out.. i still remember. iwas there. i waited for it. i loved it. i still do, but back then, i just saw it all as some really great and cool song. now i feel like i really, really get it. i love it even more. im hiding away in all my memories. but what is my true heart? what do i really want? i don´t know, i don´t know... If I'm 'wise' then, I can't face forward; I have no reason to so, I'll rot away instead It would be nice if time could be turned back. Years may pass but I'll never die I repeat hopeful words to myself, even though I know I still won't be able to reach you. "It doesn't matter, just die already!" I said as I clutched my wrist, simply cursing it. Unable to do anything, I merely indulged myself in life. "If summer can show me dreams, then let's go to before you were taken away" The days where I hid my embarrassment are illuminating upon the atmosphere and burning my mind. If I'm wishing for a dream that can't come true, then I'll embrace this blurry past and have a dream which I don't wake up from and naturally seclude myself from the outside world. "But that means you can't even see tomorrow?" I don't really care 'bout that, so it's ok I stained my hands in order to kill these boring days I'm choosing "solitude" after all A rotten boy at 18 today too, prayed again while clinging on to your colored smile Underneath the blazing sun Asking "Somehow, please take me away instead of leaving like this!" and my murmuring breath was quietly stopped

I guess i just wish someone could actually help me. take me out of this hole. Maybe some kind of closure would be nice. It´s not the same, though. I don´t have enough bravery in myself to actually kill myself. Mostly because of guilt. I can´t take the guilt of dissapointing everyone. I don´t want my parents to get hurt. I don´t want my bunny to miss me. Yet i wish everyday for it to be over. Lately, half of my dreams have been in Japan, with many friends, some who i met there, some who have never been there. Yet my brain shows me the dreams before it was all taken away. I think one of my favorite parts of the day is dreaming. I like to sleep simply because I dream. And i sleep very few. mayb bc i hate myself? I still barely indulge in life. I do anything to stay distracted. If i think, it all goes to shit. it all does. like now. Heh. it´s funny. I guess no one is truly my ene, because no one actually knows how mentally fucked up i got these past months. No one knows how badly i´ve been treating myself and how badly i´ve been doing. Still, i can´t tell anyone but scream it into the tumblr void. No one has to keep up with my shit. No one has to take care of me. After all, it was I who chose solitude. It was me who kept them away. But I don´t get a second choice. I don´t get a change of routes if things go sour. And i guess I don´t get to get a mentally fucked up friend group where I belong for a second time. Once was good enough, wasn´t it? I.. Even when I wasnt as deep as i am now (again) into kagepro, ive always wanted to die on August 15. It holds meaning to me now as well. Every year I used to ask people to go out with me that day. I know im not brave enough to kill myself. I always hoped for a lil miracle i guess. Last year was the first year...I didn´t do anything. I just... I just hope this year i can make it. I hope the miracle happens this year....I can only hope......its too late for me to be saved, isn´t it? I never thought it´d be like this. I don´t get closure. I don´t get goodbyes. I am left behind on a world that keeps moving. I am nothing.

#long post #hinatalks #we live in a society #fr fr #when i die....if god is real..i´ll end this once and for all. all of it #i am left with nothing but pain and anger.... i cant even feel anymore. i think i forgot how to

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trutrustories · 3 years

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Bad fighter Mobius M. Mobius is the best kind of Mobius M. Mobius, Actually.

I already loved Mobius more than most of the MCU characters before episode 6 came out, but THAT scene in Ravonna´s Office was really game changer for me. Until then I was actually sure, that this man is a great fighter. Because HOW THE FUCK COULD HE NOT BE, RIGHT? I mean...

he looks so sure of himself, He´s going on those missions with trained hunters all the time, he´s fearless! And then Ravonna says: “even with that, you´re of no danger to me” And I was like: Ha! keep dreaming girl He´ll show you! And Mobius was like: “Is that what you think? Let´s see..” And I was like: Yeeees that´s my boyyyyy!!!”

And then Ravonna was like...

Mobius in the air in like a split of second. And I was like

But Mobius freaking smiled and was like: “Yeah you were right”

ok. OK. HE´S MY FUCKING FAVOURITE NOW. THERE IS NO ONE BETTER THEN HIM SORRY. Suddenly I was lost. I was blown away. It was HE BETTER STAYS IN MCU FOREVER OR I WILL SCREAM type of feeling. So let me get this straight. He can´t fight. He probably knows that he is not a good fighter, and he... HOLY SHIT. THE WHOLE SERIES IS SO MUCH BETTER!!! .... As much as I love the idea of strong Mobius with long hair and daggers, looking for Loki through entire universe… I´m not sure, if I really want to see that in canon. I just love this cute and non-combatant version of Mobius too much, I´m sorry! Let me explain my weird brain please: we have lots of strong heroes in MCU – those who are great fighters, or those who had to learn how to fight. The one thing I always loved about Iron man was the fact, that he really needed his brilliant brain, his technology (suit) and bravery to fight. And in the end he was the hero who saved them all. I mean… yeah. There are side-kicks, like Happy Hogan, or Luis (Ant man´s best friend) and I LOVE them! But none of them has got as much screen time and importance, as Mobius. When I think about what I love so much about him and his dynamic with Loki, there is always this one thing that prevails: one of them is an incredibly strong but also very careful god (not when he´s drunk though) who uses a lots of strategies and plans, while the other is a tiny man in a suit who can´t fight shit but runs into the throat of a danger every chance he get and no one can´t stop him. just look at him!!!

He goes on missions with these trained hunters to just look around for clues and has no concerns about potentional harm whatsoever.

And he even finds the time to stand up for normal people and be kind to them in the process:

Once Loki has no collar, on his neck he could break all Mobius´s limbs in a matter of seconds if he wanted to, but Mobius is completely sure he has nothing to worry about around his Loki. He´s not scared of ANYTHING, especially of Loki variants. Like EVER! :D

let me break it down in detail for ya. I made a list: When they are taking Loki on his first mission outside, Loki asks, if no one is concerned that he is going to has his magic back...

well, maybe someone actually is concerned by that but it sure as hell isn´t Mobius. He just simply says that he could get Loki to Time keepers if he won´t try anything and like... this one line is getting on Loki so much, that Loki even tries to use it few moments latter xD And here is the best scene ever:

LOKI: “we can go anywhere!”

MOBIUS: “I´m not taking you for a stroll along the promenade, much less an apocalypse” FEW MOMENTS LATTER:

Hang on. Wait. So you telling me, he took this man outside without permission, without backup (you know, hunters, that actually CAN fight), right to the apocalypse, knowing that Loki can use his powers anytime, however he wants. It´s just... God. I love him!!! And then he just hands him the daggers like it´s no big deal!

Like are we all aware this man has no any super powers, no big strength, nor any impressive fighting skills and he is willing to give him daggers for a mission, where this god is capable of magic and everyone else in team ECCEPT mobius is at least able to fight????? And he just has that small bulletproof vest, and a raincoat and he chats with Loki in a rain like it was a fucking another apocalyptic DATE?

Ok. Let´s jump to the episode four He goes and persuades Ravonna to let him interrogate Sylvie and he is straight up arguing with her, even when he´s told how dangerous Sylvie is. This man LOVES danger!!!

Once he has doubts he decides to risk it all and swaps TemPads right behind Ravonnas back.

And he is watching it OUT LOUD in a place where anyone can show up at anytime!

no but serously. This is a face of a man who is EXCITED for a dangerous adventures with Loki. Yeah, lets bring this whole place down together!

And then we have this scene. Mobius really has a nerves to pull “ ha ha I had to take it by mistake” line right there.

But once he understand he´s gonna die, he just take his fate with bravery and talks to Ravonna about life he really desires.

And remember that time Ravonna warned him about this variant and how dangerous she is? He casually saves her, just like that. No big deal.

He even has a time to make teasing notes about how Sylvie should be more careful jumping to a strangers car like that and how she really is one of the Lokis.

And after he saves her, he manage to apologize to her and make her to like him. EVERY FREAKING LOKI LIKES HIM! - that has to be his super power I swear And then Sylvie is like: well actually let´s go back there, I think It´s the best idea ever. And mobius is like: What back to the angry cloud? - oh great. fuck this why the hell not. Lets do it.

so... while Loki and Sylvie are getting closer, lets show us, how literally every Loki likes Mobius (like not even alligator loki wants to hurt him, even when Mobius suggests that he is a liar I CAN´T) And just random (AGAIN) during the chat saving Loki and Sylvie (without even knowing) when he inspires Classic Loki to change.

He offers free tickets straght to the TVA to kid Loki, classic Loki and an alligator. I mean... What a LEGEND.

when he gets there he just knock on Ravonna´s door and is like - lets talk about it xDD

And he isn´t even suprised to lose that fight. He makes himself comfortable on the floor: yeah you were right. Here we go again. Just prune me already, doesn´t matter, I have my Lokis there anyway.

But make no mistake, I don´t think he is stupid, or naive. That is the most fascinating thing about him. He is brilliant. He can makes great plans (it surely as hell was him, who come up with the high school scheme) He is a great investigator, he is familiar with psychology very well, he know how to manipulate people just as well, as Loki. He can interrogate flawlessly (when jealousy is not involved) And when he woke up in the Void, he was able to escape certain death, choose a car and drive around looking for Loki - and eventualy save Sylvie. He is a very capable man. I dont think he shouldn´t have any power. Like - he has his inteligence, his knowledge of all languages (I want to see him chat with Groot please), his knowledge of psychology, knowledge of how TVA works... He can have his pruning stick, TemPad, bulletproof vest and a raincoat for what I care. but most importantly he has his kind heart, love of adrenaline, and he is a freaking Loki expert. And let´s not forget, every Loki loves him. Also, he has a damn luck as well :D It´s like - Loki always ends up loosing, so Mobius is fine - even when he should be dead about million times already. (one man´s void is another man´s piece of cake) So when they are togheter. There is no way for Loki to actually die. Not by his side xD So I don´t think he needs to become great fighter. I believe, that this is a hundred times better. Creators should explore this dynamic to it´s bottom before they make him fighter with super powers or something like that. ( I wouldn´t mind long hair though) I´m sorry. But I just really love that. I love how small and fragile he is, but he wont be scared of anything. And now he´s Loki best friend (while having masive crush on him, let's be precise ) So just imagine all those amazing scenes that could come with that. Imagine there is some very dangerous Loki variant that everyone has problem to deal with, and Mobius is gonna be like - you´re so cute guys, nice try. Now let me talk to him, will ya. Imagine some big battle where our Loki and Mobius are fighting side by side with Avengers and Loki is using all his potential, and he is so stunning in his leather but he can´t focus very well, because few metters from him is a small, fragile man in a suit just using TemPad an afucking pruning stick. And Loki didn´t even want him there in the first place. So they are arguing like married couple right then and there and every avenger AND enemy in close distance just can´t believe these two are real. also Loki saves Mobius by taking him in his arms right on time and running to safety with him

Maybe this post is completely useless and has incredibly bad english like every text I write, but I don´t care. I just wanted to loudly appreciate this mans non-fighting skills and his hilariously huge courage. End of the post. have nice day! Bye!

#Loki #loki series #loki laufeyson #Mobius #mobius m mobius #loki spoilers #lokius #loki and mobius #i love him okay #He is the best character marvel ever created #longpost #long post

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burnedbyshoto · 3 years

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sleeping beauty

— You struggle to find a time to have sex with your beloved Aizawa. Unfortunately or fortunately, the only time you can fuck him is when he’s deep asleep.

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pairing: aizawa shouta x yandere fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, pwp, yandere!reader, non-con somnophilia, hairy aizawa rights, recording

word count: 4,201

a/n: mark ur calendar, im getting my nipples pierced nov 8. you bet ur ass imma write a bunch of nipple pierced readers from there on out. pray that my family never finds out about my nipples tho LMAO if they do,,, it;ll be ripped out of my boobies without a seconds hesitation

kinktober day 19 main kink: somnophilia | kinktober masterlist

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Aizawa was always busy.

Over the past ten years of knowing him, the two of you had been close. You were a good friend to him, someone he wouldn’t absolutely avoid at all costs when you walked through the hallways of UA, someone he wouldn’t mind rambling to him about their long day. Of course, you knew that you weren’t his closest friend, and to a certain degree, that upset you.

You had met Aizawa when you had first been a high school student; at the time, you were merely fifteen years old. He was twenty, only five years older than you, but he took your breath away from the first team-up. He had been tall, dark, and brooding, and your little coming out of an emo phase heart stood no chance. But, due to the age discrepancy, he was never anything more than a team member. Still, you held on.

You graduated from high school, made your impact as a sidekick, graduated to a Pro Hero, and offered a job at UA by the time you were twenty! So, for the past five years, you and Aizawa had been actual co-workers, and better yet, friends.

Aizawa indeed was one of a kind.

He still held the key to your emo school girl fantasy daydream, but you also discovered new sides and angles of him. You learned he was incredibly kind, thoughtful, and looked out for everyone, even if his gruff and sometimes rude mannerisms spoke otherwise. Although he tried to avoid any type of nonsensical drama like the plague, he was always caught up in it, which often amused you.

There was so much about Aizawa that you loved, so much that you adored and looked up to that it was no surprise that you figured your feelings of respect and admiration became love.

True, deep love.

As a third-year teacher at UA, you found that your interactions with Aizawa were quite limited. Not only because he was always being placed with a first-year class and said class moving on without him — something that only happened because he kept expelling the damn students — but because he was incredibly close with the first-year teachers.

You loved Present Mic and Midnight and All Might, don’t get it wrong! Your admiration, love, and respect for them were unprecedented, but you hated how much of Aizawa’s time they took.

“Sorry, Mic needs help with lesson plans for my class,” Aizawa apologized for postponing your lunch date, not a date.

“Sorry, Midnight needs help separating the problem children. Apparently, they’re growing an immunity to her quirk,” Aizawa grumbled, shoving his phone into his pocket before leaving your office where you both had been talking and drinking tea.

“Sorry, All Might—”

“It the class, your problem children, I get it,” you force a smile onto your face, trying not to show just how irritated and disappointed you were on how these days were going. Aizawa pauses for a second, his tired, dried out eyes trying to read and uncover the depths of emotions swimming in your eyes before he sighs and runs off.

But it went without saying that the people you hated most were Class 1-A.

The damn stupid, fucking, ungrateful class had already caused your beloved Aizawa to be hospitalized. The scar under his eye, a numbing reminder that you had nearly lost him, almost had to cry at his coffin with your feelings never once being uttered. They, without a doubt, took up his time the most.

He saw potential in all of them, none of them being failed or expelled by him thus far.

He spent countless hours up in the dead of night tracking each and every one of his student’s potential. Slaving away at his tablets to make sure that they all were feeling safe, heroic, and above all, they were headed to their individual greatness. So, although it would be two more years before you would have the opportunity to teach this class, you already had a vendetta against Midoriya Izuku and Bakugou Katsuki. Those little shits always taking up your precious Aizawa’s time! He had never been this tired prior to them showing up!

But you never tried to think about it when you were with him.

You tried to openly accept your Aizawa’s new, incredibly busy schedule, and the moment the dorms appeared within UA, you found yourself more at ease.

To be frank, since you acknowledged your love for Aizawa at the mere age of twenty, and now at twenty-five, you had never taken on a lover or a one night stand. For years you had not allowed a person to grace you in bed or in their arms. It felt like you were betraying your love, and you would rather die than let that happen.

But the thing is, you are human, entirely susceptible to waves of uncontrolled horniness and lust.

In the beginning, sex toys worked.

You would press a vibrator to your clit, your toes digging into the mattress as your other hand shoved a silicone dildo into your aching, needy cunt. At first, it worked! You would cum with the thoughts of Aizawa being the dildo buried deep within you.

But eventually, you would find yourself at the peak of that orgasm, you knew the orgasm was right beyond the bend, just a step more, but you couldn’t get there. For weeks you realized that the vibrator, the dildo, and your fantasy thoughts weren’t enough. So, in your frustration, you began to search up audio plays of his narration at UA Sports Festival. Listening to his voice, ignoring Mics’ voice, to help coax you over that bend.

For a while, you were back to normal. Your highs and juices splattering all over your bed, a symbol of your lust and love for Aizawa as you gasped his name, wishing that the audio was real. But eventually, even the audios weren’t enough.

You craved Aizawa’s warmth, the feeling of his rough stubble against your sensitive skin, the throbbing of his cock buried deep within your womb, undoubtedly kissing your cervix. You wanted him; you needed your beloved.

As if by the grace of God, the moment you could no longer bring yourself to cum through that alone, the dorm system was put into place. And you, a teacher, were required to live on campus too. You tried not to think of Aizawa being a dorm away, tried not to feel the warmth fluttering under your skin when the two of you bid goodnight for the day.

You definitely tried to stay out of his room in the middle of the night.

God, you wish you could say that you stayed out of his room, but that would be a lie.

A big fat fucking lie.

It had started out innocently enough, you will claim.

You would see the exhausted man wave goodnight, grumbling that he needed to sleep now or else he would not wake up on time for homeroom tomorrow morning. You waved goodnight to him, trying to stay engrossed in a conversation you were having with Hound Dog. But an hour after Aizawa had gone to bed, you found yourself rushing away from the common room, explaining you had something to grade as you bid everyone goodnight.

Without a doubt, you ended up in Aizawa’s room that night.

In the darkness of the night, you watched the moonlight barely breach the thickness of his curtains to fall onto his face. You felt so warm as you stared at his slumbered face, your cheeks flushed as you watched his parted, chapped lips. You felt so light watching his chest rise and fall in a hypnotizing rhythm, reminding you that he is real, so very, very real. A part of you aching, knowing that he was entirely real and yet not yours. But still, you admired the way he looked so young, so intense, so ethereal as he dreamed.

You loved him.

Eventually, when you decided to leave, you pressed a kiss to his lips, smiling at the way his lips were exactly as you had imagined:

Supple, warm, and tasting of his mint toothpaste.

But the nightly visits didn’t stop there.

Most nights, you found yourself in his room, laying by his side, merely watching as he slept. No orgasm in the world felt quite as fulfilling as the quiet that came with just watching the over-exhausted Aizawa sleep.

But this is not a story of simple love, no, not at all.

Eventually, you began to grow bold. Your fingers sinking into your wet cunt, playing with your sensitive clit as you watched him sleep. You bit your lip to keep yourself from moaning as a rasped breath expelled from his mouth. You nuzzled into the warmth of his body heat through at you and only prayed he would one day acknowledge and return your affections.

To be quite honest, you’re not sure when you began to suck him off too.

Maybe it was the first time his cock grew long and hard in the middle of the night, his mind undoubtedly having a wet dream. So, as his beloved, you only thought it was appropriate to give his body what he wanted. With the skills and intentions that could only arise from being a gifted Pro Hero, you pulled the blankets from his body and pushed his cock through the slit in his boxers, and took him all in your mouth.

His cock was absolutely mouthwatering too.

So big, so thick, so incredibly veiny that you nearly lost all control the first time you saw it in all its glory. He was better than any dildo you owned, his scent alone driving you crazy. And so, as you should, you began to fuck him, completely addicted to his aroma, taste, and touch.

After the first night, you continued to blow him. Continued to suck him off as Aizawa let out sleepy moans, grunts that were strained, his body shifting unknowingly as you continued to go up and down his length, continuing to relieve him of his stress.

But you were human.

A human with needs and desires, and eventually, his cum coating your throat and filling your stomach wasn’t enough anymore. Which is where we find ourselves now, unashamedly fucking Aizawa each and every night, your cunt swallowing him whole, without a single shred of doubt of what was wrong with this.

There wasn’t anything wrong with this, and you knew that even if he was asleep the entire time you fucked him, it was for the better.

“Wow, Eraser!” Mic yelled from your side as you sat on the couch next to your beloved best friend. “You look like you’re glowing!”

Looking up from your phone, attempting to portray yourself as curious and unknowing, you found your gaze falling onto Aizawa, who had returned from an early evening training session with his class. As a matter of fact, Aizawa’s face was glowing; he looked incredibly much more relaxed, much more than he has been since the beginning of this semester.

“What do you mean?” Aizawa asked, evidently unimpressed as a lone eyebrow raised.

You watched on quietly, lips pressing to your cup as you took a drink of your tea as he sank onto a seat in front of you.

“Wait, don’t tell me, listeners!” Mic gasped dramatically, his hands pressing to his cheeks as he stood up. His expression of shock and disbelief curling and becoming one of knowing and understanding. “Does our grouchy, one and only, Aizawa Shouta, a.k.a. Eraserhead, have a special someone?!”

“Mic—” Aizawa snapped, his eyebrows furrowing.

“There definitely has been an after-sex glow that Eraser has had for the past few weeks. He did say that he’s been feeling more… ahem, relaxed,” Midnight gasped, seemingly appearing from nowhere, incredibly interested in the rumor of Aizawa having sex.

“Just because I’ve been feeling less tense doesn’t mean that I’m having sex.”

You giggled into your cup as the three of them began arguing, Mic and Midnights naturally loud noise quickly drowning out Aizawa’s fruitless attempts to shut down any sexscapades they were coming up with.

“Y/h/n, what do you think?!” Mic yelled, his hand pointed at you as if holding a microphone as Aizawa had him pressed and tangled within his capturing weapon. “Is Shouta-chan having sex?!”

Yes, your mind begs to say, but your mouth curls into a teasing smile, eyes locking onto Aizawa’s annoyed golden ones.

“I don’t think there’s anyone on this earth that Aizawa currently wants to fuck six feet into the mattress when he’s so busy,” you chide, your smile never entirely disappearing. At the same time, you take a long slow drink from your cup while everyone else (Mic only, really) continued to scream.

But you stayed there for the rest of the evening, working in silence with the rest of the group as next week’s lessons were laid out. Through a persistent, entirely stubborn will, Mic managed to get Aizawa to admit that he hasn’t had sex since the time he lost his virginity, to which Mic admitted to having had sex via orgies only. Midnight proudly announcing that she had a side piece at her disposal.

So as you checked through your lesson plans for the ethics book your students would be reading next week, you shouldn’t have been surprised to see their expectant gazes on you.

“I had sex last night,” you admit, unable to lie under their amused gazes.

“WITH WHO?! ARE YOU SNEAKING SOMEONE ON CAMPUS?!”

For the rest of the night, you smiled brightly, laughing with the rest of them all as talks and stories revolving around sex filled the air. It lasted until past midnight, and with a heavy sigh, Aizawa excused himself first. You waved goodnight, and soon Midnight left, followed by Mic.

You stayed on the couch, your own attention focused heavily on the time and not what you were supposed to be doing. It didn’t take much before the time faded from 00:00 to 01:45, and with a brush of your skirt, you headed precisely where you wanted and needed to be.

The walk to his second-floor room filled you with lust. Your body, like some Pavlovian dog, trained and knowing that you were about to fuck the love of your life while he slept. He was so beautiful while he slept, a true sleeping beauty. You especially thought he was stunning when he bit his lower lip, stifling a moan despite his heavy slumber.

Without so much as a second thought, you apparated into his room, your feet cushioned by the soft carpet of his room. And with a smile that was dripping with your love, you stared at Aizawa’s sleeping form. He was already deep in sleep, his body positioned on his back as if he knew what you were doing, accepting the inevitable actions you would take tonight as you did every night. He just looked so calm, so beautiful, so youthful when asleep. The scar under his eye almost invisible

But unlike most nights where he slept in a soft cotton long-sleeved shirt and sweats, you froze at the sight of the tight black t-shirt on his sleeping form, the shorts that were riding just the slightest bit too low on his sturdy, muscled hips. Your bit your fist, a bubbling heat of lust, and a whine tickling the back of your throat as you take in his sleeping form.

He was doing this on purpose.

Teasing you with this outfit on his sleeping body.

You huffed, inexplicably turned on as the small puffs of air past his lips seemed to thunder around the room.

You were wet already, so very wet.

“You’re so mean, Shouta-kun,” you whimper softly, your voice silent and unheard by his sleeping form. You walk closer to the bed, lips pulled into a pout as you sit on the soft mattress. “Dressing up like that, I know you did that to tease me!”

Aizawa doesn’t respond because, of course, he’s asleep. But you smile regardless, imagining a million and three things he would say in response, each leading to what you wanted to do so desperately.

“I hope you know you were lying when you said you haven’t had sex since you were twenty,” you sigh, your fingers expertly removing his shorts and boxers from around his waist, using your quirk to make them reappear to the side of him. “We have sex practically every night; you’re so horny, my angel.”

You watch with a curling smile as his cock immediately begins to stiffen against your warm breaths, his face scrunching in his slight discomfort as his cock grows and grows. His cock is undeniably one of your favorite parts of his body. It’s pale in color, paler than the rest of his body, but as it extended to the swollen thickness of his head, it grew darker, the flushed brown pinkness of his head making you salivate at the memory of the first time you ever saw it. His cock, unlike the rest of his scarred body, was unharmed, unmarred by the horrors of the job the two of you held. The thick, beautiful smoothness of his skin, making your eyes flutter in unadulterated lust, his cock a symbol of your pure, unmarked love for him. You hum, hand grasping his length and lazily stroking him as your head tilts, reading his sleeping features for any sign of him enjoying this as much as you do.

“Aww, Shouta-kun, I wish you knew I fuck you. I bet you would turn bright red, knowing that I ride you every night. Maybe you’d use that weapon of yours to teach me a lesson or two,” you mumble, your hand gripping his cock harder as you stroke him.

A small glistening drop appears at the slit of his dick, and you shiver in excitement; he was already leaking pre-cum.

“Look at you, already ready to have my cunt wrapped around that big cock of yours,” you mewl, absolutely ready to mount him, prepared to have his sleeping form cum deep within you. You stand up, removing your shorts and panties, and climbing onto the bed.

With the balance of a pro, you get yourself hovering over him, your already wet cunt shivering with the expectance of having him deep within you. Your hand on his cock never once stopping as you tease yourself against his swollen head, your voice a pathetic whimper as your slick mixes with his clear pre-cum.

“S-See how embarrassing you are!” you huff, rutting his length between his folds, lubing him up for the initial entrance because, by god, it still hurt. “Making my pussy so wet! I’m practically dripping all over you!”

There’s only a soft breath from his lips, but you grin as if he was speaking to you.

“You want me too, huh?” you giggle, and without further adieu, you sink against him.

His cock entering your tight cunt was still as mind-numbing as the first time. His cock easily buries into the small, thin wall of your cervix, and you tremble as his length stretches and pulls at your throbbing core. You can feel every curve in his cock, every vein, every gentle throb.

“Glad t-to know you find me… nnghh… find me i-irresistible,” you pant, face flushed with your desire to adjust quickly around him.

The conversation from tonight had made you entirely weak in the knees and hot at your core, knowing that you were the only one to really have claimed Aizawa, the only one who would ever know how his sleeping body craved you as much as you desired him.

You give a tentative swirl of your hips, your eyes trained on Aizawa’s relaxed ones, testing to see how tired and sleepy he was. There was no reaction, no movement outside of the typical grunt at the back of his throat. It was a noise he always made when you first moved with him, a noise that quickly seared in the back of your memory forever.

Shifting your weight to be more comfortable on your knees, your hot hands fall onto his tight chest, and with a sigh of pure relief, you begin to fuck him.

Your straddling aided the deep penetration, allowing for the gentle kiss of the tip of his leaking cock to your thin cervix wall. You clenched tightly around him, unable to keep yourself from doing so as you rode him, the feeling of his throbbing member within you absolutely breathing taking as you placed your claim on him again, again, and again.

Aizawa was fully sheathed within you, and your fingers twisted and pulled at the tight fabric of his shirt, raising it up so that you could admire his taut, tense abdomen, mewling at the way he’s happy trail was thick and bushy. You wondered how he would react to your fingers threading through his body hair, if he would love it; if he would hate it.

“I want you to know how much I love you, how much I would give everything to you!” you whimper, your head fighting the instinct to throw itself back as you begin to drop onto his still cock faster and faster. “I wish you knew that you fuck me so good, Shouta-kun; I need you to know that! But you won’t even look at me! You won’t spare me a single second of your busy day, so that’s why I have to fuck you at night!”

Tears of both pleasure and hurt well into your eyes; you sniffle as you fuck him faster, dropping onto his awaiting cock with more significant, more aggressive slaps. The sounds echo throughout the room, the musky, sweet smell of your sexes is the only thing keeping you sane — that and the grunting noises that Aizawa keeps emitting, it makes your toes curl and belly flutter in a funny way.

“I bet you’ll fuck me so good once I get you to love me! You’ll never stop fucking me, you’ll never want to leave me because only I know how to fuck you correctly!” you snap, anger and lust licking through your tone, making your eyebrows furrow and your walls to clench even tighter around him. The building tension in your stomach is like a fire, and you can feel your high coming. “But you fuck me so good, baby, so good and you’re not even awake!”

And for the first time, you watch in electrifying pleasure as a low, husky, raspy moan leaves his throat as you fucked him. The sound alone was something downright pornographic to you, and the whine that spills from your mouth is nearly inaudible with the pitch it vibrates at. So without so much as a second thought, a bubbling smile spreads on your face, and you continue on, energy and excitement doubled in your joy.

Your hips roll, rise, and fall against his with growing force and speed. The small creaks of the mattress completely ignored by you as the throbbing and twitching of his cock buried deep within you keeps you pushing for more. The heat and pressure in your belly grow exponentially, festering and burning until you can feel yourself at the tipping point until you can’t do anything but focus on Aizawa and only Aizawa, or else you would scream his name in your euphoria.

The veins on his cock and the overall girth of his length send your mind spinning, not at all helping your predicament, and in a last-ditch effort to keep yourself from crying so loudly you would wake up even the dead, you lean forward. Your sweaty body leaning down to his parted chapped lips as you kiss him to keep yourself silent as your orgasm crashes through you in a blissful wave. Your body spasms almost uncontrollably, the nerves and firing axons through your body uncontrollable as you lay there, allowing for Aizawa to cum before you leave. You shudder at the feeling of his cum emptying out within you, his cock immediately softening as you lay there on top of him. His heart racing with his orgasm, and you sigh contentedly.

“God, I love you so much, Aizawa Shouta; I’ll make you mine one day,” you swear, your nose nuzzling his stubbled cheek.

You lay there for some time, enjoying the way he feels in you, content with the pooling cum from your still spasming cunt. But eventually, you pull away. You pull on your panties and shorts quickly, not wanting a single drop more of his cum to seep out of you. Unable to help yourself, you lick the leftover cum on his cock clean with your tongue before wiping him down with a towel to prevent the smell from clinging.

Your eyes study Aizawa’s face just before you leave, and your smile.

He really does look less tired after orgasming.

But the entire time you were there — the whole night you fucked him and spoke to him — you missed the red blinking light of the camera recording in the corner of the room.

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dialovers-translations · 3 years

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DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE BLOOD Vol.2: Mukami Kou [Track 1+2]

Original title: 目隠しされて & 無神コウ

Source: Diabolik Lovers More, Blood Vol. 2: Mukami Kou [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here (00:00~14:03)

Seiyuu: Kimura Ryouhei

Translator’s note: Continuing my marathon of MB CDs, everyone’s favorite idol Kou-kun is up next! I’m not a huge Kou fan myself, but he’s the main bias of my best friend so I’m always reminded of her when I translate his CDs. :p I used to find his voice quite annoying in the past, but in this CD, it didn’t bother me too much.

Track 1+2 ll Track 3+4 ll Track 5+6 ll Track 7+8 ll Track 9+10

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Track 1: Blindfolded

“...Hey!”

*Creaaak*

“Hey, you...!”

*Creaaak*

“Are you listening?”

*Rustle rustle*

“Say, say...~”

*Rustle rustle*

[00:15] “...Ah! Seems like you finally woke up! Ahー Thank god! You just kept on snoozing forever, for a second I thought you’d never wake up again!”

You look around, seeming confused.

“Eh? You want to know where you are...? Eeh...~ How cruel! You don’t recall? ーー Everything that happened before getting here, I mean.”

You flinch.

“Ahaha~ Seems like you remembered, huh? Exactly. I kidnapped you here~”

You ask him why.

[00:52] “...’Why’? You’ve been asking an awful lot of questions this whole time, haven’t you? Oh well, I guess it can’t be helped. After all, you’re currently stuck in pitch-black darkness. I guess it makes sense to grow anxious or scared...Fufufu~ But rest assured.”

*Rustle*

“I’ll explain the whole situation step by step, okay? First and foremost, you’re currently blindfolded, lying on top of my - Mukami Kou-kun’sーー

*Rustle*

ーー bed, you see~”

*Rustle rustle*

[01:31] “As for why I kidnapped you. Hmー There’s a few, but one of them would be because you’re a special human. ...Fufu~ Do you know what that means? It basically implies that you’re in a different league from just any other regular human out there. You might not be aware of it yourself, but to our species, your existence stands out as extraordinary.”

*Rustle*

“Actually, you know that already, don’t you? You’re being kept as a pet over at the Sakamaki manor after all.”

You protest.

“...Eh? You’re not being ‘kept’? Ah, sorry, sorry! I didn’t quite put it right, did I? I take back my words. More accurately, you’re their...prey, aren’t you?”

He pins you down.

*Thud*

[02:23] “Fufu...Ahahaha~ No need to look so dissatisfied. It’s the truth, isn’t it? Besides, that’s the second reason which made me interested in you so I dare argue it’s a good thing?”

*Creaaak*

“Hm? You want to know who I am? Didn’t I name myself earlier? You’ve got such bad memory.”

You shake your head.

[02:51] “Ah...That’s not what you meant? Ahー Gotcha. Hm...Can I spill the beans already? But I feel like Ruki-kun will give me an earful if I do and he’s a pain to deal with when he’s upset. ...Let’s see...~ Fufu...~ I’ll tell you when I feel like it, okay?”

*Creaaak*

“Anyway, I gave you an answer to your questions so happy now? More importantly, I want to know about you first. All sorts of things...~”

*Rustle*

[03:32] “We actually managed to get a hold of their weakness, so just like Ruki-kun is always saying, I should get an idea of what I’m dealing with. So to start off, I better do a little investigating to find out what exactly makes you so special...~”

*Rustle rustle*

“Fufu~ You’re shaking...My touch is still foreign to you, isn’t it? No need to be so scared though. I’m a nice guy after all.”

He pulls you close.

[04:04] “Here, I’ll stroke your head for you. ...Good girl, good girl...So stop trembling, okay?”

*Rustle*

“Hm...You’re more alert than I thought. Fufu~ You’re letting them have their way with you despite that?”

You protest again.

[04:28] “How odd...Or perhaps you’re simply feigning this cautious attitude? In that case, you’re one hell of a naughty kitten~ They say that a skillful hunter gets a kick out of going after highly alert prey and honestly, I think I may understand where they’re coming from. It’s boring when something is too easy to get. ーー I can already get my hands on pretty much everything I want through my job after all.”

*Rustle*

“...Ah! But I don’t really like how I’m implying those guys are skilled by saying that. What do you think? As the one they’re hunting for, how do you feel about them?”

You remain quiet.

[05:17] “Heeey~ Aren’t you going to answer? Giving me the silent treatment is a little mean, don’t you think? Hmー I guess it’s a little difficult of a question to start off with. In that case, let me ask you an easy one. Ah, right! How about this? ーー Does it really feel good to have them suck your blood? You know, does it make you feel like you’ve ascended to another world? Like your body is just floating mid-air~”

*Rustle*

“...No answer once again? You really are dull, geez. What will get you to talk? Should I ask you about your favorite spots? Or perhaps you really don’t care about those guys at all?”

*Rustle*

[06:12] “Ahー I’m kind of fed up with this already. I’m out here trying my best to be nice and all I get in return is the cold shoulder. What are you playing at?”

You explain.

“...You can’t say those things to someone you’ve only just met? Heh~ I see...That makes sense now that you mention it. In that case, I suppose I have to introduce myself first.”

Track 2: Mukami Kou

He removes the blindfold.

*Rustle*

“Here. Take a cloooose look at my face. I removed your blindfold as well. See? I’m this close to you. Our lips could almost touch.”

You look straight at him.

[00:19] “...Fufu~ Can you see me? I guess I should say ‘nice to meet you’? I’m sorry for suddenly abducting you like that earlier~ However, it would have been difficult to take you away otherwise. I guess you could say it was the optimal timing? It really was my one chance.

...Say, are you the type who doesn’t watch television very often? Well, I guess you don’t strike me as a girl who would.”

You tilt your head to the side.

“Ah, no, I’m just talking to myself. I just figured that you’d probably recognize me if you watched TV every now and then. Not that it matters though.”

*Rustle*

[00:57] “But really, things went surprisingly well if I may say so myself. I’m sure those guys are frantically looking around for you right about now. After all, their precious little treat was snatched away from right underneath their nose, haha~! Fufu...Ahahaha! Just remembering those foolish expressions on their faces makes me laugh.”

*Rustle rustle*

“And I’m going to dig into their precious meal soon...Haah...Somehow just being this close to you makes my breath hitch.”

*Rustle*

“Is this what you’re capable of? Say, how come you’re this delicious?”

*Sniff sniff*

“...You smell amazing. What kind of scent is this? Hm...~”

Kou takes a deep breath.

[01:55] “I can’t get enough of it...I wonder where it’s coming from?”

*Sniff sniff*

“Not here...”

*Rustle*

“Then here maybe?”

*Sniff*

“I can’t quite tell through your clothes...”

*Rustle rustle*

“Why not take them off? It’s not like you need them, do you? ...Come on, hurry. The scent on the fabric is throwing me off.”

*Rustle*

“Come on, go ahead!”

You hesitate.

[02:29] “...Hurry up, will you? You might not guess it, but I’m not the most patient guy around. If you refuse to take them off yourself...You’re not going to have a good time.”

You refuse.

“...Tsk. Ahー What a fucking drag! Do you think I’m a joke or something? Do you have any idea what’ll happen if you oppose me like that?”

*Creaaak*

“Ugh...”

*Thud*

“I’ve gotten a little irritated you see. And once that happens, everything starts to annoy me. So that look you’re giving me...Ahaha...It pisses me off.”

*Rustle*

[03:12] “...I’m going to gauge out those eyes of yours, for real. I happen to kind of like that sorta stuff.”

You start taking off your clothes.

“...Huh? You’re gonna strip? Ahー So you’ve chosen to obey? How boring. I just had so many good ideas of things to do to you.”

*Rustle rustle*

“Anyway, if you’re just gonna bend to someone’s will in the end anyway, wouldn’t it be better to simply listen from the very start? Or did you want me to snap at you?”

You shake your head.

“Ah, I see! Right! You’re that kind of girl, aren’t you? You wanted me to lose my temper...so I’d treat you horribly, right? Fufu~ What an M-neko-chan you are~”

You seem confused by the nickname.

[04:03] “Hm? You want to know what ‘M-neko’ means? Isn’t that obvious? You’re more stupid than I thought. The ‘M’ is the same one as in ‘Do-M’, duh! Masochists, you know? You’re the type of girl who gets a kick out of the pain, aren’t you?”

*Creaaak*

“With that kind of personality, I can understand why you’d enjoy spending time with those guys. We’re capable of pleasing you in ways a regular human never could after all. Fufu...~ Is it true the pain is addictive?”

You try and explain.

[04:45] “When you put it like that, I almost want to turn into a human girl for one day and have a bunch of Vampires feast upon my blood~ Well, of course, I much prefer being the one doing the sucking. ...Aah, I was told this as well. Apparently having your blood sucked feels like strong currents of electricity running through your entire body, is that true? How nice~ I’m envious~”

You frown.

“That being said, I’d rather not get bitten myself. I’d love to get a taste of that pleasure, but I’d rather die than let some other Vampire pierce me with his fangs. Heh~ ...Ah, oh no, I’ve been rambling...”

*Rustle*

[05:39] “Come on, take those clothes off. I’ll figure out where this delicious scent is coming from first. You’re hiding it underneath that dull (1) outfit of yours, aren’t you? ーー Your precious secret~”

You start to take off the rest of your clothes.

“Fufu...Exactly~ You’ve got to show me your meek side like that, or else I might just poke your eyes out~”

You tell him you’re done.

[06:08] “...Eh? You took them off? Now don’t be ridiculous. When I say ‘strip’, I obviously meant everything, right? You move your jacket to the side a little and call that ‘taking off your clothes’? Heeh...You really must be making fun of me, aren’t you? ...Listen, I hate being ridiculed more than anything...There are many girls in this world who would kill to be in this kind of situation with me, you know? Yet here you are, living that dream...”

*Rustle*

“Ah, right! You’re just pretending to be embarrassed but you’re actually happy, aren’t you?”

*Rustle*

“Oh! Or perhaps...You want me to rip you apart? I would never resort to such violent actions though. I mean, there’s nothing fun about tearing apart someone who won’t even scream from the pain, is there? Fufu...~”

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) More specifically, he describes her clothes as lacking even the faintest hint of sexiness.

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yunho-es · 3 years

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Member/s: Wooyoung (ATEEZ)

Genre: soft

Warnings: swear words

Words: 2043

Before reading, I want you to know that I don't use any names or Y/n's because I know many people don't really insert their names, they read it as Yin 😂 I also write in first person pov because I think it's easier to read and imagine yourself in that situation

Beads of sweat slowly rolled down my forehead as I pulled out a piece of paper from my sleeve. I knew that the exam would be hard, but I wasn't expecting it to be this detailed. Thank God my friend made me write it all on a small piece of paper. At least I will get a positive grade. Of course he made me do it, he passed the school with those. Thankfully, he didn't go to medicine school. If I ever ended up on his surgery table, I would die.

Three more minutes until the end and one more question unanswered. The teacher noticed me shifting in my seat, but she knew I always get good grades. She finally stopped looking at me and gave her attention to a group of boys trying to switch their papers. I glanced one more time at the piece of paper and put it back in my sleeve. Just as I finished the answer, the bell rang. Half of the class groaned, probably because they didn't manage to finish in time. I took my backpack and left the paper with my name on the main table.

"Good job! Honestly, your exams are always my favorite to grade. I'm really happy to have a student like you."

"Thank you, Mrs Johnson. See you on Monday."

Once I got outside I noticed the sky already getting dark. It was just 5 pm and winter was already doing it's job; the roads were wet and slippery from mixed rain and snow and it must've been under 0 Celsius. Usually I walk home because it's not far away, but my school uniform, rain and cold weather didn't go well together. I was just about to call my roommate when I felt car lights on me, followed by a familiar voice.

"I think quicker than you do." Wooyoung smiled as he opened the door. "Get in please I don't want to spend the next week taking care of an annoyingly picky roommate. I have plans to get drunk and do something stupid."

"You do stupid things anyway without drinking. So save the money and the time. And oh, save me from embarrassment." I get in the car sticking my tongue out at him. "Did you cook anything? I'm starving."

"No, of course. I slept the whole day." I look at him, hoping to see a smile on his face that would give me a sign that he's joking. "Don't look at me like that, I was tired from the night shift. I'll take you to McDonald's." he drove out of the school parking.

"I don't want trash, Wooyoung. I want food." I groaned. He told me that he would try cooking something, but it's been a week and he didn't do anything. "Please buy some pasta and tomato sauce I'll make something."

"Honestly, I really don't feel like waiting. And McDonald's is f**king awesome!" his hand reached out to turn on the radio. "How can you not love the little purple box full of 12 golden beauties?"

It did sound good, but we haven't eaten any "real" food for a month and my stomach started to ache. Living with Wooyoung has its bad and good sides, the bad sides mainly being his laziness and stubbornness. Speaking of stubbornness, of course he took the left turn towards McDonald's.

"What do you want?"

"What a polite way to ask me. You've loosened up I see." I frown at him. He rolls his eyes dramatically and turns towards me with his whole body.

"Your Highness, what do you wish to consume today?"

"That's just too much."

"What the h*ll do you want? I'm taking 3 burgers and fries and you aren't touching them." the brown haired boy points his finger towards my face. I squint my eyes at him, then bite his finger. "Crazy woman."

"Hello, may I take your order?"

"Hello, yes. I'd like a..."

***

"Is this place good enough for the Queen?" Wooyoung spoke with his mouth full of fries and ketchup. We sat on the roof of his car on a parking lot near a river. The place is good enough for the Queen.

"Eat before you speak, what's wrong with you?" I laugh at him, seeing that he spilled the ketchup on his t-shirt. "No girl will want you like this."

"To be honest I'm not interested right now." he replied immediately.

I'd lie if I said that my heart didn't sink a bit. Whoever said that boys and girls can't be friends was right. One side always catches feelings, big or small. In my case, I believe it's a small crush. He's the only boy I hang out with, so that must be why.

"Why?" I allow myself to ask.

"I had a little crush on a girl but I had to give it up." he kept stuffing his mouth with food, trying to avoid the conversation.

"And...?" I look at him expecting more. But he keeps his mouth shut and folds the paper of the burgers in his hands.

"Are you thirsty?" Wooyoung offers a can of soda, still looking at his fingers.

"Yes, thank you." he opens the can for me, first taking a sip himself, then giving the green beverage to me. I drink the whole can almost immediately.

"You could've said earlier that you were thirsty, I had water in the car." his tone visibly changed. He sounded more serious now, as if he just wanted to go home and lock himself in the room. "Want another one?" he reaches for another can.

"I think I have one more sip here." I throw my head back trying to drink every single drop of the refreshing juice. I slowly started to lean back, forgetting that I'm not in the chair but on the roof of the car. "Sh*t!" I curse as I almost fall on the rocky floor.

"Hey!" Wooyoung quickly reacts and grabs my hands, pulling me towards him. All the empty cans rolled down on the floor, making loud noises. "You good?" he asks, eyes on my face.

His hands felt so warm around mine. I really didn't want to let go. "I'm good." I pull away, trying to get down to collect the cans.

"Leave the d*mn cans there. You almost fell down. Do you see those rocks down there? What if you hit your head? What would I do?"

"I'd pay to get your car cleaned from my blood, Wooyoung." I laugh, but when I notice that his face didn't change, my smile drops. "What's wrong? Why isn't it funny when I say something like this?"

"Behind all these jokes you have to understand that you are very important to me and I have a soft spot for you. If anything happened to you my life would stop. I'm a serious man behind all my sarcastic jokes. Please watch yourself, because I can't do it all the time. It takes a second to turn a peaceful situation into a disaster."

I stare at him with my mouth a little open. I'm surprised at his words, I never heard him talk like this. I manage to say a sorry, turning my head away from him.

After a few seconds of silence, which seemed like hours, he got down and picked up all the cans, then offered me his hand. "Be careful." I put my hand in his, slowly getting down on the floor. "What dumbass even puts these rocks on the parking lot?" he picks up a few of them and pushes them away, leaving the bigger and heavier ones where they were.

"I think because they don't want someone else to have the spot." I watch as he tries to move a few more rocks. "Leave it, you're gonna hurt yourself. Let's just go back home, please?"

"Alright." he leaves the rocks and opens the door for me. Then he proceeds to enter the car himself. "But just for the record, I could've moved those rocks." his lips curved in a small smile. He can't help himself.

***

It suddenly became quiet in the house. Wooyoung layed on the sofa, watching the TV, and I sat on the floor behind the coffee table with my back leaning on the sofa.

"I'm a bit disappointed that we didn't take any photos." I pouted, scrolling down my Instagram feed. He didn't respond. I kept quiet for a few more minutes, then broke the silence again. "Do you think you could pick me up tomorrow from school again?" again, no answer.

I turn around towards him and see that his eyes are closed. He fell asleep while watching the TV. I took a blanket from my room and layed next to him under it. It's not my first time napping with him, but most of the time he refuses. He says that he is a kicker in his sleep and that he doesn't want to hurt me.

The sofa in our living room is quite small so I have to basically lay on Wooyoung. Just as I close my eyes, I feel his hand around my waist, bringing me even closer to him. Now my head was on his chest and I was surrounded by his scent and warmth. This must be what heaven feels like. Usually when we sleep like this together, it takes us a few hours to fall asleep. Mainly because he can't stop making jokes and I can't stop laughing. But this is different. It's calm. It's beautiful.

I couldn't tell if he was asleep or just pretending. He held me close and rubbed my back slowly. "Wooyoung?" I tried calling.

"Hm?" he responds sleepily.

"Are you okay?" I look up at him. His eye are still closed, but his fingers are still drawing tiny patterns on my waist and back.

"Mhm." again, I receive a short answer. When I try to move and give him some space so he can sleep peacefully, he opens his eyes to look at me. "Please don't move. I want to sleep like this." one of his hands moved my hair from both of our faces. "Please?" he asked, almost whispering.

I have never witnessed this side of Wooyoung. His voice was different, his movements were different, his eyes were different. This is the Wooyoung I wanted for myself, but couldn't have him. It took me a few longer seconds to realise that we are staring at each other, doing nothing but breathing quietly. Once his hot breath fell on my lips I couldn't help but close my eyes and sigh. Right now, I hoped for one thing to happen.

"Why can't I have you like this every day?" his soft voice whispered. I try to speak, but as soon as I move my lips, I feel something soft brushing against them. My breath stops and I force myself to open my eyes. He's looking down at my lips as if thinking if the next step is smart to do. I allow myself a moment of bravery and I put my hands on his chest, getting closer to him. "F**k it." he mutters, finally putting his hands on my cheeks and pressing his lips against mine.

His lips must've been the softest thing to exist on this planet. I tried to move, but my body was frozen. I couldn't do anything, just lay and enjoy the softness and the warmth of his lips. He pulled away for a second, trying to say something, but when he didn't succeed, he went back to the older position. Then, again, he pulls away.

"You are so sweet. You taste like I always imagined." the red cheeked boy whispers, brushing the tip of his nose against mine.

"More, please." I manage to say. My lips and throat are dry, my mind is going crazy, and my stomach is witnessing fireworks. Wooyoung smiles, still not letting go of my cheeks. "Please." I get impatient.

He leans in again, this time kissing me with more passion. It stopped being sweet and soft, now only one word existed in my mind: more. And he happily listened.

#ateez #wooyoung #mingi #hongjoong #san #atiny #kpop #kpop oneshots #ateez oneshot #ateez scenarios #jongho #yunho #seonghwa #yeosang #kpop fanfic #kpop requests #ateez imagines #ateez wooyoung #ateez fluff

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of-house-atreides · 3 years

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Lazy Script Doctor: Loki

I've been wanting to write a fix-it fic for Loki as I've had a few ideas myself, but knowing I probably will never finish it and since my writer's block has been with me for months and doesn't seem to be going anywhere any time soon, I'm just going to give short summaries of each episode and how my fix-it fic would've gone.

I'm not getting paid by Marvel so I'm not about to work hard on this, but I'll do what I can while at the same time not re watching a single scene from this damn series, I just can't do it.

Episode 1:

Loki teleports some place he knows will be safe and empty, maybe some secret room in Asgard or on another planet, where he has weapons and supplies to stay hidden and safe from Thanos and everyone else that will be coming after him. The TVA shows up and tries to arrest him but he fights them off and uses the Tesseract to escape them. But, everywhere he goes, it creates a Nexus events, and he is eventually caught by B-15 and brought to the TVA. Now, scrap all that unfunny and cringy stuff that leads to him in court, Loki is still very much menacing while still elegant and sarcastic. He tries very early to use his powers but realises he can't. He's got one goal, find the Tesseract, burn this place to the ground, and bail. Mobius in this is a woman (because of Disney's no-homo rule of course) and she saves him from getting reset/pruned, convincing Judge Renslayer he could help them find the variant they've been after.

Loki's brought to an interrogation room where B-15 starts playing to him the tape of his life (she showed him Frigga's death, he's pissed) but M (Mobius' name in this) walks in and turns it off. She says nobody should have to see the tape of their life, and sends B-15 off. So they talk, she tells him they need his help in catching a variant, of course Loki refuses, they're both being sarcastic and it's funny and bla bla bla, Loki makes threats which amuses her, eventually Loki asks "what's in it for me?" and M asks "what do you want?" and since Loki knows this will end with him getting pruned either way, he says he wants to see the tape of his life, and especially how he dies, before he gets pruned after he helps her catch the variant. M agrees, they have a deal.

The rest of the first episode is M showing Loki around the TVA, explaining to him how it works and why they do what they do (it's better explained than in the actual show, did anyone understand a damn thing on how the multiverse worked in the sacred timeline? so confusing) so he's gathering as much info as he can to plan an escape but she makes a joke about it (she's smart enough not to trust him for one second and he's impressed by her). A Nexus event starts and she takes him to the crime scene (but not before reminding him that if he tries to escape, everywhere he goes will create a Nexus event and they'll find him again and their deal will be off). So they investigate the crime scene, Loki learns about the variant's M.O, and M confirms that this looks like exactly what the variant usually does. Then Loki asks who that variant is and M finally tells him it's another version of him.

Episode 2

C-20 gets taken, M and Loki go to the fair to investigate, he's still trying to find a way to escape. They do some research and he wants to test that theory that hiding in apocalypses don't create Nexus events. In Pompeii, Loki pretends that he is a God and that he's the one who starts off the volcano and everyone is scared and kneeling to him and begging him for mercy and he's enjoying himself while M is rolling her eyes but then realises no Nexus event was created so they work on that theory some more and try to find out where the variant is hiding. Bla bla bla, they get to Alabama, the variant enchants M and uses her body to speak to Loki before eventually releasing her and enchanting someone else. M falls to the ground. Loki follows the variant who eventually reveals herself to be Lady Loki (will black hair, like the real Lady Loki, not Sylvie) and they fight and the episode would end with M suddenly helping Loki fight Lady Loki but she bombs the timeline then walks through the TemPad portal and Loki and M follow her and end of episode.

Episode 3

Flashback of M when she was on Earth, in New-York, to be exact. She's with friends when suddenly there's an explosion and screams and panic and then M wakes up in Alabama. So she starts looking for Loki and finds him fighting the variant. They go after her and they get to the TVA, fight some more then end up on Lamentis-1.

M is pissed off because of the visions she keeps having and goes after Lady Loki. Loki restrains her (Lady Loki is stronger anyway, so he breaks it up before she gets hurt) and M asks her to undo whatever she did to him. Lady Loki is confused, she didn't cast any spell or anything, so when M mentions the visions LL just says they're her memories, not illusions, but M does not believe it, she is convinced she was created by the Time Keepers and that LL is lying. LL doesn't care, she's pissed that they stopped her from getting to the Time Keepers but the TemPad is broken so now they have to work together to get out of that planet alive.

They don't trust one another and there's tension in the group but Loki is enjoying the chaos while still being confused as to where they are and how they can get out of there alive. Their goal is to reach the Arc in time, before it gets destroyed, and leave the planet. That will create a Nexus event that will lead the TVA to them, LL is not a fan of the plan, but it's either that or death. So they take the train, LL and Loki create fake tickets (because, you know, God of Trickery and all that jazz) while in the train they talk, M is still having visions and LL assures her she's not lying, they're her memories, M starts having doubts but she still won't believe LL, she can't be trusted. Loki and LL talk about their time on Asgard as children, LL's backstory is about the same as Sylvie's in the show. Loki talks about Frigga and shows M some magic she did for him as a child. LL she asks M if she knows what her Nexus event was, she was only a child and they destroyed her entire universe, she wants to know why, M doesn't know but she says she will find out before she gets pruned once back at the TVA. LL and Loki make some kind of sarcastic joke about surviving this just to die once they're back at the TVA. M asks LL what her goal was anyway, what was her plan, and LL says she just wanted answers and revenge. M talks about how what the TVA is doing is right and necessary but LL doesn't agree, neither does Loki.

Before the train arrives, Loki asks LL if Frigga ever told her a certain story, to which she says yes, Loki says it was his favorite story back when he was a child and LL nods and says it wasn't a bad one. (basically, he's telling her what his plan is going to be back at the TVA)

They fight their way onto the Arc and have it launch early so that it doesn't get destroyed. It creates a Nexus event and the TVA finds them.

Episode 4

M makes sure the TVA knows Loki is with her and helped her catch the variant, so they don't prune him too soon. LL is arrested. Ravonna interrogates M under the disguise of a mission report. M says all the right things, and just keeps asking if she can go back to work and interrogate LL. She asks about C-20 and and Ravonna tells her she's dead, that whatever the variant did eventually led to her death, which is weird, because LL told her C-20 was going to be fine in the previous episode, and shit don't add up.

Once Ravonna is satisfied that M wasn't corrupted, she allows her to go interrogate LL. When she gets to the room, B-15 is with her, it looks like they were plotting something. M asks what's going on and B-15 tells her Ravonna had C-20 pruned (she over-heard it after she got curious because she too got her memories back when LL enchanted her back in Alabama). That just convinces M some more that something is up and that Ravonna isn't telling her the whole truth and she wants to figure it out. So B-15 and M go to the archives and try to get files on the Time Keepers. In the meantime, Loki and LL set their plan in motion, just like in the tale Frigga told them when they were children. (Basically, they beat up their guard and then call for help pretending he's not feeling well then just fight their way out of their interrogation room.) Loki leads them to where he knows the Tesseract is, their plan is to steal it and steal a TemPad and just bail but the Tesseract doesn't work here nor do all the other Infinity Stones they find with it.

M gets caught by Ravonna who asks her what she's doing. She pretends part of her deal with Loki was to get him certain answers. She stalls so that B-15 can get out of the archives without getting caught. Ravonna says she didn't agree to it and asks M to go back to interrogating LL but then TVA agents warn her that LL and Loki have escaped and she's suspicious enough of M to have her arrested.

Tesseract still in hand, Loki and LL, on their way out to find a TemPad, eventually cross the path of Ravonna, M and a few TVA agents. They have no trouble fighting them off. In the chaos, M starts fighting against Ravonna (they're supposed to be friends like she was with Mobius) and asks her the truth about the Time Keepers, and are they really all variants? Only Ravonna remains, LL and Loki are about to go after her and help M but Ravonna takes her hostage and threatens to prune her. That doesn't stop LL but Loki stops her as he doesn't want M to get pruned.

"You sacrifice yourself for Thor," M says and Loki gives her a confused look, "that's how you die."

M then starts fighting back against Ravonna but eventually gets pruned, Loki drops the Tesseract to go after Ravonna but she stops them when she says "I can get you in the room with the Time Keepers," so they make her lead them to them.

The Time Keepers tell them a bunch of bs they don't believe for one second and then realise the Time Keepers aren't real but Ravonna stalled long enough for reinforcement to come.

LL and Loki get pruned.

Episode 5

They awake together in some sort of apocalyptic world. They wander around then have to run away from the big purple giant cloud who wants to eat them. They meet other versions of themselves who help them out. Classic!Loki, kid!Loki, President!Loki etc. They all talk about their Nexus event and how they got pruned etc. Loki wants to go look for M but the others tell him it's not safe out there, the only person that roams around out there is 'the woman' who is the oldest person from the void (she's been here the longest, she's very powerful). He wants to go anyway and LL says she'll go with him, they argue a bit because he doesn't need help but eventually agrees to let her come with him. They get attacked by some weird monsters, they fight them off with magic but eventually get outnumbered but they get saved by the woman who turns out to be Frigga.

"Your mom's awesome."

Loki turns around to find M who also helped fight the monsters away.

Big reunion between LL, Loki and Frigga. Then Loki and M have a ("friendship") moment.

Frigga then tells them about her Nexus event (she became Queen of Asgard instead of Odin) and then she tells them about Alioth and what he's guarding. So they figure out that whoever is behind the TVA is hiding behind Alioth so they reunite all the other Lokis and together they defeat it using magic cause dah.

Frigga, M and all the other Lokis start walking towards the house.

Episode 6

The house is empty, dark, dusty, they start thinking it's abandoned. Then Kang finds them, he's calm and serious but not threatening, he doesn't have to worry as he's stronger than all of them.

He admits he didn't plan for any of that to happen, he didn't see it coming, that's what's so annoying with the Nexus events, they can lead to anything, that's why nothing should be allowed to survive from those branches. Some Lokis start going after him but he kills them really easily which deters the others from attacking him.

Kang starts explaining why he's doing what he's doing, why it's a necessary evil, that if he dies, worse versions of him will appear. He explains the real truth about how he created the TVA and why. Then in the end some Lokis agree that he's a necessary evil and others just want to kill him so they fight with each other and basically kill each other. LL just wants to kill him while Loki thinks they should talk about it, plan things out, so she starts fighting him. M doesn't know what to do. In the end, Frigga sacrifices herself and kills Kang in a badass, powerful and emotional scene.

The void is collapsing, the multiverse just goes crazy and LL, Loki and M just wait for their death at the end of time. But before that happens she turns to LL and asks her to help her remember her old life. We don't see it but when LL is done, M looks surprised, hurt then pissed. Without a word she turns towards Loki who's confused and a bit concerned. He doesn't stop her when she reaches for one of his daggers and then there's a flashback of her in New-York as she stabs him. Then we see how she was supposed to die during the attack of New-York but Loki kinda saves her but like sarcastically tells her that it's not safe and she should hide (like it's not heroic or anything). So her Nexus event was surviving the attack of New-York basically.

Loki falls to his knees and she follows him down as she pushed the dagger further in. He's all confused and hurt because he trusted her and she literally stabbed him. He can see she has no regret about what she's done which makes him think whatever he did to her in her human life was pretty bad. "I'm sorry," he tells her, and she's knows he's sincere because they're all about to die anyway. She kinda looks down at her hand holding the dagger and starts realising what she's done but he smiles and tells her it's okay, that he knows he deserves it. The house starts shaking and the roof is seconds from falling over their heads when suddenly the room turns yellow/orange. They turn to see what the source of the light is and it's one of those Doctor Strange round portals and Doctor Strange's music theme starts playing and that's how the episode end.

Post credit scene: they're in New-York at the sanctuary. M is standing in the middle between Loki and LL who are both seating on an armchair. She's facing LL and is turning her back to Loki. They're waiting in silence, we don't know why. Then we see someone approach, we can only see his back but he's wearing the red cape and we all know it's Doctor Strange.

#don't mind the terrible writing i'm not getting paid millions by marvel to write this #loki #loki fix it fic #loki series #loki negativity #the loki series suck #loki series negativity #mcu #marvel #fanfic #fanfiction #script doctor #fix it fic

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atlantisaurum · 3 years

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Lifetime

At 11pm he was digging up a hole in his own garden. Raindrops shattered on his face, mixing themselves under the tears, not to be distinguished here in the rain some February night in a year preceded by restless hours of isolation and pens in his hands, writing unspoken eulogies whenever he could not sleep. It´s hard to keep track of the order of all the deaths that happened throughout the last decade, all of his life.

Roots as thick as his forearms tormented his way down to a depth to lower the casket in, which he built, hoping it would make him feel less helpless, now, that another soul passed his still young being by. A flash light and an umbrella, held by his only remaining relative, kept him company next to a raging emptiness subsided by inner cries and screams. He had to keep digging otherwise it would be to late to do something, to help, to have a positive part in this inconvenient event in a row of even more inconvenient months.

Hope, first a stranger then a part of his family for 16 years, gone. Wryly and bitterly, he thought: “At least he doesn´t have to endure this anymore.” She cried night and day, crying for someone to give her love and company. His father gave it to her. Is there a place for humans and dogs next to the gods somewhere, anywhere that is not this place? Eternal solace and purity after one injection of sleep? Maybe they will find themselves together at a heavenly equivalent of north shore beaches of Germany in Spring and Autumn. “It doesn´t matter.” Nothing could sooth this loss, this last connection to his father. Sure, there still was the house, three times as old as him, built by his father blood, sweat and tears. It´s just not the same – empty, lonelier even more after his grandmother´s passing. Occupying her old room simply made him colder and his heart more cynical.

Hours passed before he was done digging this testimony of a lost cause, a withered away duo of a family. They lowered the baby-sized casket into the hole. He was silent, only muttering abbreviations of sentences and words as answers in the general direction of his blabbering mother. There are more than two ways to cope with situations like these. He and his mother lingered on opposite sites of the spectrum. One either turns into their parents or into the complete opposite. Both of his parents, marvellous in their own ways, imperfect as every other being as well. He feared to turn out like either of them. Where does one find the balance between obnoxiously loud and forever shut inside ones own head?

Fear and a promise urged his life forward for an unbearable amount of time. Stretched so thin he wasn´t even a person anymore. If one isn´t a person one will forget how to cry.

But he cried, at least he thought so or hoped so. Not crying meant it would kill him at some other point further in the future. He couldn´t bear it. When does it ever stop?

Continuously, every other week or month, he asked himself why he was the person he turned out to be. For these questions, bitter and melancholy answers are at hand but never satisfying enough to keep the doubts and hate from lurking back into his mind. Why couldn´t he accept a shoulder to cry on? It is simply easier to be quite than to explain anything at all. Every book, every last poem, piece of prose has its origins and its far fetched interpretations and general analysis but nothing that is not an exact copy of the authors mind can never fully explain the words felt and written.

Nothing ever will have enough matter to fill a black hole. It will suck in everything surrounding it, turning it into lifeless, non-existent, meaningless and fleeting occurrences. “It doesn´t matter”, he thought again. “My body is real, so is this soon to be covered in unwanted weeds and white wild flowers now filled up hole.” This existentialistic thought scratched at the walls of his head, ripping the wallpaper off and leaving behind but a white space once touched but now an unlovable place for non-permanent acquaintances of his life. Nothing stays, nothing lasts. `This too shall pass.´ But it never really seems that way in these awfully long lasting moments. Tomorrow he would still be existing and had to live the life given to him unasked for and unwillingly lead from crisis to crisis.

Soon, he knows, he would forget the tone of his dogs voice and the vibrancy of her fur in winter. So many memories repressed so he was able to breathe.

At 3am he opened the door of his car, leather gloves on his hands, but he knew his knuckles turned white by the way his hands started cramping after uncountable minutes of just holding onto the steering wheel, not even driving, just sitting, trying not to break down into even smaller pieces. His life was spread all over the globe, one chipped piece at a time. America, France, Spain, Italy, Germany - an endless list of places covered in blood only he could see. There was nowhere to go.

He turned the key around and starting driving. No specific aim, goal or place to end up at – driving simply so he wouldn´t be anywhere any time at all. Constantly moving in order not to linger.

A lightning struck above his head, enlightening the hardened lines of his face. He knew the roads, where they would eventually lead him. Every path has its end, every turn he made unconsciously brought him closer to where his heart needed to be in that very moment, after all of this morbid digging and the cries of his mother still ringing in his ears. A trip he had taken one too many times that led him to the grim realisation that he made a crucial mistake at being a person befriending another one. Taking anything, anyone in particular, for granted. Nothing ever is granted. Everything is temporary, time is fleeting and the air passing every single being by is only a recollection of what had been, could have been and something of what may never be.

The car seemed to shiver as he turned left and drove up the agricultural road, opening the scenery up to see a horizon waiting for the sun to touch its colours and tint it with its warm beams. He turned off the car. The breath he took did not help his lungs to steady themselves. Heavy was the weight sitting on his chest as the tried to open the door and begged his legs and feet to move him out of the car, onto the mushy and dirty field, awaiting the light of the new day to come.

His feet sunk into the dirt, covering his shoes in mud and torn off grass. “It doesn´t matter”, he thought again. “No one ever profited off of Nihilism.” He moved to the front of the car and leaned again the it, feet still on the ground. He needed to feel the ground beneath him, needed to feel the connection to something that wouldn´t die on him. “We´re killing this planet.” But the earth always had the remarkable ability to recover from any form of human interference. Chernobyl, only 30 years later nature recovered, animals repopulated themselves and it is now a fully functional and living place for nature and its inhabitants. But who is a boy compared to the wonders of the earth? Everyone can only ever endure and hope the pain eases. What is the last straw?

Miserable to his core, sinking deeper into the mud, the sun started to rise. Fog appeared at the horizon behind the trees in the forest that was before him. He couldn´t even count anymore how many girls he had taken to this place. He didn´t even know why he had taken them in the first place. To impress, to share, to show sparks of depth that he usually would not let anyone see? He was fooling himself. He took them them just so didn´t feel as lonely as he did now seeing this astonishing view all by himself, wondering why no one stayed long enough to see the sun set again with him. He could never to honest with himself. Lies followed lies followed lies followed by a dead end. So many things had ended when he had tried to fix them. “You cannot keep lying to everyone just because it seems like it is more convenient for you. If you keep lying, you´ll get lost in your lies and might never find your way back to the truth and to those who are sincere”, she had said to him once. “I´m sick of being treated like a secret. Stand for what you do, whom you´re with and why.” How was he supposed to tell the truth if he did not even knew it himself?

Truth is simple once one acknowledges that anything that differs from its pure form will ultimately lead one into a false perception of reality. Reality, just as time, is relative. Factual reality and emotional reality are two completely different things. “I cannot stay here”, he muttered, got back into his car and took off.

#z #mine #short story #m #death #tw

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Hi, I would like to ask an imagine where Oscar and y/n have a fight and she leaves home, thank you for your attention😘

Do I Love You More? (Oscar X Reader)

Requested!

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"Y/N! You're cheating!" shouted Oscar laughing as he shoved you to the side a bit which made you laugh.

"I'm not!" you shouted back at him as you shove him back as you moved your racer with your console.

You have been dating Oscar for a year and a half and you've been living with him and his little brother, Cesar after your first year of college.

You love how much Oscar treats you like his reina and make sure you’re okay and happy. The only problem you have with him is his job.

All you ask is peace but it wasn't realistic in the real world. Everyone does violence which makes you have a lot of feelings and thoughts about it.

"I won! Haha!" you said happily as you got up and started to jump excitedly as your racer drove past the finish line and gained a trophy on the TV.

Oscar looked up at you with a smile and started to chuckle at your happy dance.

As you were dancing, Oscar reached over and grabbed your hips making you fall down to him on the couch. You looked up at him with a smile and he dropped his console on the floor and tugged you closer to his body.

You moved closer to him between his legs laying down while Oscar looked down on you. You looked back up at him and Oscar leaned down to kiss you softly.

After the sweet kiss ended, Oscar put his arms around your stomach and you two started to cuddle. You love moments like these with him. It makes you feel special and full of love inside.

Oscar's phone started to ring, making you open your eyes and start to stare at his phone on the coffee table two hours later cuddling.

Oscar softly moved and you sat back up on the couch as he took the call. You hate when moments like these get interrupted by his job.

"I'll be right there." said Oscar and hung up his phone. He starts to walk out the door.

"Let me guess, another thing to do?" you said with annoyance. Oscar stops walking and turns around.

"Oscar, I don't like you doing this as your main job everyday. It's dangerous." you said upset.

"Y/N, we talked about this. I have to do what I have to do." said Oscar as he walked up to you.

"I know but there's other jobs you can do." you said as you looked into his eyes to see if he understands.

"Y/N, where am I going to get a job at huh? Who is going to hire a man who just got out of prison? All I want to do is to make sure Cesar is alive and grown to take my place." said Oscar with a bit of aggression.

"Your place?! Spooky, he's a fifteen year old boy! He has a chance to live this life! You also have a chance too! You don't have to live-"

"I DON'T HAVE ANOTHER CHANCE Y/N!" yelled Oscar at your face making you full up with aggression.

"DON'T YOU YELL AT ME! I ONLY WANT THE BEST FOR YOU! I LOVE YOU WITH ALL OF MY HEART! I DON'T WANT YOU TO DIE!" you yelled at him as you started to cry.

Oscar turned around and started to walk away from you with his right hand on his chin as he started to think deep into his mind.

"OSCAR! PLEASE! IF YOU WALK OUT THAT DOOR, I'M LEAVING YOU!" you yelled at him as tears were running down your face.

Oscar turns back to see you crying for your life. He saw the sadness in your eyes, not wanting him to do what he had to do for a living.

He doesn't want to do this at all but it was what he was born into. His family has been in this gang for years with none of them coming out to live their life.

He doesn't want to lose you. You were everything to him. You make him a better person mentally and so happy. He's so thankful for you. He doesn't want the soulmate of his life to go away.

Oscar quickly left out to the front door of the house leaving you crying and screaming his name. Hearing his name from you while crying in the house really broke his heart as he got into his car and drove away.

"Spooky..." you whispered as you held yourself to your stomach with your arms on the floor still crying with your eyes red.

Another two hours later, you woke up still on the ground and looked around. You started to remember what happened which made you want to cry again.

You got up from the ground and walked to the bedroom you and Oscar share. You grab a bag underneath the bed and start packing with your clothes.

Good memories with Oscar start to flow through your mind as you packed your bag. Right before you leave, you turn back as you start to remember what happened two hours ago which made a tear go down from your eye.

You wiped the tear away with your left hand and left the house with your purse and your bag of clothes leaving the place where you were happy with Oscar.

What you didn't realize, Oscar was locked up in a cage by 19th street betrayed by Cuchillos, the Santos godmother after she said that she will be his backup.

"Y'all won't get away with this." said Oscar aggressively as Sapo, the leader of 19th street pointed a gun at him to his head.

"Aparentemente lo soy. Lástima que no tengas respaldo. Eso fue tonto de tu parte." said Sapo, making him laugh with his gang. They left the room with Oscar locked in the cage and locked the door.

Oscar leaned back in his cafe remembering what happened to you which made his feelings bottled up causing a single tear to come down his eye.

He never wanted to hurt you. He hates that he left you crying there. He loves you so much. Now, he feels like he got nothing to live for if you're not in his life any more.

"Spooky? Baby, I'm sorry. I should've judged you for what you do for a living. You were doing it before you met me. I want to be your rider forever. Please come out so we can talk." you shouted through the house as you started eating food from the fridge with your bag of clothes and purse in the living room.

For the last three days, you have been living with your best friend. Both of you have been talking making you have a lot of thought. You decided to go talk to him since you miss him so much.

"Oscar?" you called out through the house as you eat your chips in the kitchen. You reach for another chip and eat it as you wait. .

You threw the remaining chips away and started to go around the house to see if he was there but you didn't see him anywhere.

"Did he ever come home?" you asked out loud. You fall back on the couch in the living room and then stare up at the ceiling. You quickly sat up a moment later with wide eyes.

"Cesar." you said and quickly ran out of the door of the house with your purse.

"God! Where is he?!" shouted Cesar as he punched a wall in Ruby's house.

"Dude! Chill! We will find him." said Ruby and you came rushing in.

"Cesar! Oh my gosh, you're okay." you said and you hugged him which made him and the rest of his friends surprised.

Cesar hugged you back for comfort for a few moments until you ended the hug.

"Y/N, have you seen or heard from Spooky?" asked Cesar. He has been worried sick for the past three days and hopes you have good news.

"No." you said sadly, making Cesar turn around, close his eyes and put his hands on top of his head in stress.

"I'm so sorry Cesar. I have a fight with him." you said upset making everyone look at you with wide eyes.

"What?!" shouted the core four in sync.

"Yeah. I didn't support what he does for a living and it caused a huge fight. now I don't know what to do." you said and you went over to the couch in the living room with an upset face regretting your actions.

"Y/N, you know what you were getting into once you start dating him." said Cesar as he sat next to you.

"I know and I thought I could handle it but eventually...I couldn’t. I'm so sorry Cesar. I didn't want none of this to happen now and..." you said and you started to tear up. You wiped your tears off of your face.

You turn to Cesar with a shy smile. "We're going to find him okay?" you said and Cesar nodded.

"Tell me what happened after I left." you said and Cesar started explaining the situation, making you furious in the end.

"I'mma kill this son of a puta." you said and you grab your purse and start to walk out.

"Y/N wait. I wanna help find my brother." said Cesar as he stood up from sitting on the couch. You walked back up to him.

"Cesar, just stay put. Sleep with any of your friends tonight so you won't feel alone. I'm going to find him and by the time you wake up in the morning, he will be back okay?" you said and you caressed Cesar's face with your right hand.

Cesar nodded and gave you a tight hug. You hugged him back right and close.

After the hug, you left furiously because Cuchillos left your Spooky without her protection which made you even more motivated to find him.

You walked up to the Santos gang that was having another party like nothing happened to Spooky at Freeridge Park.

"Santos!" you shouted and they stopped partying and saw you walking to them in an aggressive walk.

"Yo, that's Spooky's girl." whispered one of the members, Joker to Sad Eyes, Spooky’s best friend and co-leader of the gang.

Sad Eyes walked up to you along with the rest of the gang behind him. You stop walking once you get in front of the whole gang.

"Why the h*ll y'all doing?! Do y'all know Spooky, the leader of this whole gang," you said and put your hand in front of the whole gang and wave it around in a circle in front of them signaling the whole gang "is f*ckin missing?!"

"Nah, we know. He didn't ask for backup." said Joker as he walked up to you.

"So what?! You should've still f*ckin back him up! Would y'all do it to each other?! Not f*ckin back each other up?!" you shouted at them and the gang looked at each other with uncertain faces.

"Wow, what did my boyfriend form?" you whispered to yourself and Sad Eyes walked up to you with his arms crossed against his chest.

"So, what do you need hyna?" said Joker, making the whole gang chucked.

"Hey! I'm more than somebody's chica! I'm not defined by a man! I'm an independent woman with or without him! Now, come on! We are going to get him back!" you shouted at the gang and started to walk away.

"We ain't leaving! You're too soft to do anything sweetheart!" shouted Joker which made you stop walking and furious. You have enough of this foolness with this gang.

You turned back quickly and walked back up to Joker furious. Once you got in front of him, you dropped your purse, grabbed his gun from his pocket, grabbed his left arm, and flipped it around to his back.

Everyone hears a bone crack and you put the gun to his head as you hold his cracked arm behind his own back.

Everyone in the gang eyes widened as they saw what you did. They never thought they have it in you.

"Now, you wanna that again, to my face?" you said in Joker's ear making him start to freak out.

"Y/N, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" said a scared Joker and a moment later, you dropped him on the ground annoyed and embarrassed for him by how he reacted.

"Dude, man up." you said and you walked up to Sad Eyes with Joker's gun.

"You’re his girl." said Sad Eyes with a smirk and you looked at him as you clicked the gun with your hand up and down making a sound from it signaling you were ready.

"Santos! Move out." said Sad Eyes and you and Sad Eyes start to walk together side by side as the gang follow behind both of you to go to who is responsible.

"Give me Spooky! Now!" you shouted as you held the gun in front of Cuchillos.

You and the gang arrived at her place in a few minutes. Santos was fighting with the Security guards that Cuchillos hired.

"Why would I do that? He was in the way of me taking over this town. Trying to turn the Santos to good. Ha, like that's ever going to happen." said Cuchillos and she reached over to Oscar and squeezed his left cheek who was next to her tied to a chair as she sat in her queen chair.

"DON'T YOU TOUCH HIM!" you yelled, making Cuchillos touched her heart like she was really touched but faking.

"Why would I? He's going to be my servant soon. And what are you going to do with that gun? You ain't got what it takes to kill somebody." said Cuchillos and she starts to laugh as she pulls out a gun to point it at you.

"Bye-bye sweetie." said Cuchillos. You were about to shoot until Cuchillos got hit by a bullet to the heart and fell into her pool.

Your eyes widened and dropped the gun in your hand trying to figure out what just happened. You turn around to see Sad Eyes and his gun with smoke coming out of it.

"I thought she would never shout up. "Taking over this town" my a*s." said Sad Eyes and you ran up to him and hugged the life out of him.

Sad Eyes quickly got you off of him. "Hey, rule number one. I don't do hugs okay?"

You nodded with a smile and you turned back to Oscar to see him with scars and bruises all over his face and chest with some places still bleeding out blood.

"Baby." you said and you ran over to him along with Sad Eyes. Once Oscar got free, you hugged the life out of him.

Even though Oscar was hurt and wanted you to get off of him, he hugged you back missing your lovely hugs. After the hug, you looked up to him in sadness and concern.

"I'm so so SO sorry. I thought I could handle you working this lifestyle but I didn't. I yelled at you and we ended up having this big fight. I didn't want you to die and I love you so much and I-" you said until you were cut off by Oscar kissing you passionately.

You missed his lips so much. You miss kissing him as his body was close to you giving you butterflies in your stomach and your heart beating so fast that you can hear it from your chest. You don't ever want to be separated from him again.

"Hey..." said Oscar after he ended the kiss, He wiped your tears from your cheek and caressed your face with his bruised right hand.

"I'm sorry. I should've yelled at you. I know you're upset about me doing this everyday. I don't want to live like this forever. I want to be with you. Be able to marry you, have kids, and be in a beautiful house...with you." said Oscar which made you look down and blush.

"I'm serious. I want you to be my wife. I want to have regular problems like other people have. I don't want to live like this forever." said Oscar and you looked back up at him and you caress his left cheek with your right hand.

"You won't. You always got me. No matter what happens." you said and you kissed Oscar again with more passion than before making Oscar kiss you a second and third time.

"Okay, y'all. I think we have enough." said Sad Eyes and you turned around and Oscar looked straight to see the whole gang looking at both of you.

You and Oscar chucked and you started to walk out of Cuchillos's place hand and hand while the whole gang followed you.

You and Oscar left knowing that your love for each other is strong and nothing will ever break it.

#onmyblock #onmyblockimagines #on my block x reader #on my block imagine #oscar diaz x reader #oscar diaz imagine #oscardiaz #spooky #omb imagine #oscar spooky diaz #spooky omb #spooky diaz #sad eyes #sad eyes omb #cesardiaz #cesar diaz omb

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kurtty-drabbles · 3 years

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House of M- redone (part 9)

N/A: This story is close to being wrapped and as always I will not make a sequel. I hope the ending is ok.

@tieflingteeth

@dannybagpipesarecalling @muninandhugin

The breakthrough about Lady Mastermind participating in the lastest attempts is all thanks to Mystique and a good connection with Logan- the rich playboy is living a good life but his ears still work- warrant a meeting with the Witch Queen and every single Red guard present, leastwise, all the important ones.

And sure, Kitty Pryde is present in the meeting. Once, Kitty confessed to Jubilee she would love to be in a Red guard meeting if this could mean she can be close to the famous Witch Queen. Yes, Kitty knew it was just a fan-fantasy and it wouldn´t be real.

"Why is she here?" Mystique asked solicited leering at Kitty. Her golden eyes fixed on her two children. Rogue crosses her arms and looks away, Kurt is nonchalant about the whole ordeal, while Kitty, in all her wisdom, is staring at Mystique.

Wanda is too used by the Darkholme clan to mind their shenanigans- Pietro rolls his eyes and Lorna is always amused- and one clear of her throat is enough to stop whatever was stirring in the Darkholme clan and all eyes are focused on Wanda.

(Lorna is holding the little Billy and Tommy as Wanda doesn´t trust to let them alone lately nor Lorna wants to be left out of the debate)

(Billy and Tommy are too little to know how dangerous the situation truly is. All they know is that they are here)

"Now we´re all here to discuss what to do about Lady Mastermind" her voice demands respect and all eyes are present for the famous witch queen.

Scarlet eyes stare back. Wanda is anything but powerless.

"What does she wants with Genosha?" Kitty asked too bravely and inwardly cringing as all eyes are present and facing the small figure- Kurt holds her hand unobtrusively and Kitty can feel his ungloved hand nicely- gulping loudly she carries on. "No one wakes up and decides to cause chaos and I know Magneto and Mastermind used to work together"

Kitty notices the apprehensive from the royal family and adds swiftly. "I say this thanks to the textbooks and many videos about them"

Pietro snaps at such revelation. "Wait, I thought those videos were banned"

Lorna regards Kitty cooly. The woman tries to remember how the royal children have a tumultuous past with Magneto. A young mutant may say Magneto is right, but, his kids can also say how he´s a terrible father.

It's a real tragedy for the man who is immortalized as an activist for mutants is now forever and ever denied any semblance of love by his only family.

"Not all the videos, some are still available, his fight in New York, for example, is still show by everyone in the globe. In that fight, everyone can see Mastermind and Magneto fighting with their enemies and each other" Kitty concludes her case.

Wanda studies her. Such red eyes and the woman is not above pretending her crimson eyes aren´t intimidating.

"Mastermind had a desire for Genosha, one my father never fulfill. You think his daughter carries such insult as it was direct to her?" Wanda asked and no one is sure if this is a rhetorical question or not.

Mystique is the one to interject. "It wouldn´t be the first. Many people in the past often believe to have a claim to Genosha...but, if its not about the land... then could be about " her golden eyes travel to Billy and Tommy. "your family...is very interesting to some people"

Pietro inhales starkly. "That too wouldn´t be the first time...and we´ll face them and win, again"

Lorna pipes in. "Pietro is right, it wouldn´t be the first time someone..." her green eyes land on the two little boys who are playing on their phones now. "tried to harm us...plus, Wanda is really powerful...only a fool would try to fight her"

Wanda sighs weakly. "I´m not all-powerful. I´m still human and I can still die like everyone else...That´s why I need a plan, I need to know Genosha and my family will be safe"

Kitty never saw Wanda in such a position before. Sure, when they broadcast the Witch Queen the media shows this woman who is God in a red dress. No one ever imagined or wanted to imagine she is just as human as the rest.

Rogue takes the reign of the conversation. "Kitty mentioned that fight in New York, well, I saw that fight too, and apparently Mastermind had some allies. Some died, some are still alive and this gave me a lead" Rogue has that winning smirk.

Mystique is exasparated. Are all of her children enjoying secret investigations?

"Turns out, the man had 4 marriages and had 4 daughters, one of them is in Genosha right now" Rogue is revealing as this is a story and it´s getting closer to the climax.

Kitty stares at Kurt who is too used to the level of the flare of his dear older sister.

"Her name is Pixie or how she was once called Megan Gwynn" Rogue reveals triumphantly. "A teleport and magic-user that is enrolled at Emma´s school"

Silence reigns as Rogue were expecting. "So, I took the deliberately to ask Megan to come to one of the stations and have a nice chat with Kwannon"

"Wait, if she´s a magic-user can´t she magic her way up with Kwannon?" Kurt asked in pure concern. After all, magic users are wild cards. Thankfully, Wanda doesn´t take offense in that.

Kitty can picture the scene of this young girl in the station having to deal with Kwannon. One of the best telepaths after Jean Grey. "Where is her mother? Was she in Genosha all alone?"

Is ethical to interrogate a young girl without her parents even in this situation? I think not.

"Oh, she was with relatives in Genosha, an aunt but that was fake" Rogue answers.

Wanda and Pietro don´t like where this is going.

Kitty is the one to pinder about Pixie´s safety.

After all, she could have been one of her students...

#house of M redone au #wanda maximoff #witch queen #pietro maximoff #I see Lorna as the youngester #and is cute how she thinks Wanda is that OP and can´t be defeated #kitty pryde #kurt wagner #Rogue is dramatic #kurtty yet

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merci-bitch · 4 years

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Forceful Love Part ll

Rose The Hat x Fem!Reader

Warning (s): angst, sexual tension, swearing, fluff

A/N: Alright! Here it is! Part 2!! @desaulniersbriannes I hope you liked it! I saw you wanted a part 2 so I worked on it and here it is! It was fun to write despite at some parts it being difficult, but I mange!

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I stirred awake as I felt air filling my lungs again. I sat up, clenching my throat while scratching my chest for air. My vision was slightly blurry as I tried to blink away the tears that was starting to form my eyes as an result in my eyes being dry. I heard a laughter the my left side. I turned my head and saw Rose sitting in a chair, drinking what I guess was tea while wearing her ironic hat.

“Stop. Just, fucking stop” She stopped but her wicked grin didn’t die down as she continued to sip her tea. “What the hell did you even do?!” She didn’t answer me, she just sat there. And watched me. “Are you even listening to me?!” She put down her tea cup as she walked over to the bed and sat down. “Are you done giving me lip?” She asked as she crossed her arms above her chest and as she croaked her head to the side. “You said this’d be easy! I felt as if I was dying?” “You were” My eyes went wide as my jaw dropped. She leant forward and captured my lips in a kiss. Pushing me down onto my back again and sitting onto of me. She leant down as she started to kiss up my cheek and onto my lips. She took off her own shirt and instructed me to remove her bra, which in my case didn’t go so well.

“Oh for fucks’ sake!” I didn’t know if it was just me being stupid for not having the skills to open a fucking bra or it was her playing tricks on me. “Hurry up, I’m not getting any younger” She looked down at me as she said it. “Could you maybe turn around so I cou-“ she cut me off with saying, “I gave you one, ONE, job. A monkey could’ve done a better job Y/N.” She sat up and took off her hat and laid on the table next to the bed. “If you’re so good why don’t you just do it?” She looked at me as if she was taken slightly aback. “Alright, watch and learn Y/N.” She turned around so her back was facing me. She laid her hair on her right shoulder as both her hands moved to the lock of her bra. “So you take this piece and unhook it with this one and walla!” She threw her bra onto the floor as she looked over her shoulder. I let out a huff as she turned around, completely exposing her chest to me. “I know how to unhook a fucking bra Rose” She sat on my lap as she took ahold of a piece of my hair. “Clearly you didn’t Y/N” She lifted my chin and made me look at her. “Fuck you Rose” She leant closer to my face as she let her own lips ghost over my own. “Fuck me Y/N instead. Much more fun”

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I had been walking for quite some time now. I had a fight with Rose and needed time to cool off. It was about some stupid shit really. Andi and I had grown close and she had given me a kiss on the cheek then a hug. What’s so bad about that? And what about it? Rose had maybe marked me and called me hers but she never pointed out that I was ‘really’ hers. I’m a living, realistic human being. Oh wait, am I even human anymore? It’s already enough that we have to kidnap children and kill then because pain purifies steam and makes it better for us to survive but it hurts you know?

I was closer to the camp when I heard someone scream. That someone was Rose. I saw her on the ground, digging her nails into the ground as she continued to scream with her eyes closed. Tears rolling down her cheeks. I couldn’t move. I wanted to be there by her side but I couldn’t. She was screaming the names of the people in The True Knot, and of course Crow Daddy. But not my name, not even close. And at that moment I knew Dan was right all along. I threw my whole life away for someone who I thought I trusted. God, even loved. I was just one of her ‘toys’. What I couldn’t understand still was why the box didn’t work.

I started walking backwards. My sight of Rose disappearing as I turned around and walked further into the forest. I started to think. Think of everything that’s happened the past many months, years. It had been 8 years. I hasn’t meet Dan in so long, I wondered how he was doing. I didn’t know where I was going, I just kept walking. I didn’t even notice the tears streaming down my cheeks. I had walked out of the forest and was on a cliff. I stood at the end, looking down at how the water splashed against the rocks down by the coast. I wanted to get a closer look until I felt someone grab my arm and pull me back, making me turn around.

“Are you crazy?!” It was Rose. Cheeks tear stained. I huffed at her. “Crazy enough to fall in love with you” I mumbled under my breath. I felt Rose freeze. Her face expression turned blank as she let go of my arm. Her eyes looking back and forth at me. “Shall I snap my own neck now or later?” I crossed my arms above my chest as I realized she was walking backwards. “Wonderful. Just great.” I threw my hands in the air as I turned around again. “You-you love me?” I heard a weak voice behind me. I felt my eyes start to sting. I looked up at the sky and saw stars starting to appear. “I thought I did” I felt her presence next to me. “What do you meant with that?” I felt her eyes starring threw my face. I dropped my hands to my sides as I felt my cheeks fill with tears. “You-you said you had my back Rose, but as SOON as I have it turned, you’ve fucked off to god knows where!” I turned to face her as I dried my eyes.

“This, us?! Is just complete nonsense! I threw my whole life away because of you-for you! I trusted you enough to leave the people I loved behind. I left my friend Dan because I believed in what you said, you manipulated me, brainwashed me into thinking I actually meant anything to you! 8 years Rose. 8 fucking years! Im just another one of your little ‘toys’. Only meant for your pleasure. You sick son of a bitch” I saw the raw anger build up inside her threw her eyes. I started to walk away when I stopped. Turning around to face her once again. “Look, I get that you have to eat off children’s steam to survive and I lived with that. I accepted that despite it being hard to watch an incident child die in order for us to survive. How I watched you stab a little kid because pain purifies steam and makes it better for us, if you wanna count in that the sex is good or not I don’t really care but what I do care about is that you used me. For you simple pleasure.” I showed her the finger and walked away from the person I thought I had loved for the past 8 years.

As I made it back to the camp I walked into Rose’s RV and took out a back and started to pack my things. I heard the door open. I knew it was Rose but I didn’t care. Why should I? “With all due respect, intercourse yourself” I turned around and looked her straight in the eyes. Something i rarely did. “What?” She tilted her head to the side as she crossed her arms over her chest, making sure to push up her breasts. “Fuck you.” She let out a chuckle. She took her lower lip in between her teeth as she narrowed her eyes at me.

“Nope, nope. Too many eyes. Good luck that eldritch creature back where it came from, I’m out of here.” As I walked towards the door she grabbed my arm, her grip tight as I felt her nails digging into my skin. “There’s no need to be rude, my dear” My eyes went wide as her smile grew. “Are you serious? No-no you can’t be” She took ahold of my shoulders and made me face her directly. “If you don’t want to keep standing, may I suggest sitting in my lap? Much recommend. Great comfort quality.” Rose said as she sat down on her bed. I let out a snort at her cheesy comments. “I hate you Rose.” She took off her shoes as she crossed her legs. “Oh no sweetie. No you don’t” I walked up to her and pointed a finger at her. “Yes! You’re a sick son a bitch! A devil and a sex freak!” She but my finger then sucking it afterwards. Looking up at me. Releasing a deep moan as she let my finger go.

“St-stop!” I heard a low chuckle. “I can’t help it sweetheart. You’re fun to mess with.” “Oh real fun. Thanks”

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I was standing out in the cold. In front of a hotel. Next to Rose. I looked up at the sky and smiled. “Reach for the stars!” I said I stretched my hand up towards the stars. “Reach up my arse!” I took down my hand as I turned to Rose. “We’re Americans here, please call it ass” She laughed as she leant in and kissed me. Lingering it for just a minute. “God, how I love you” I felt my cheeks grow hot. That was the first time she’s ever said those 3 words. “And I mean it Y/N.” I nodded as she took ahold of my hand walked inside the hotel.

As we walked threw the corridors we turned to the right and reached a big room. On the stairs I saw Dan and Abra. Dan’s went wide as he saw me, I even heard him say my name but I didn’t say anything. I kept my head down and stayed by Rose’s side. “Y/N? Is that really you?” Dan held an ax in his hands when it slowly dropped to the ground. I raised my head as I walked closer to him. Dan walked down the stairs and meet me halfway. “You-you look so different. I thought I would never see you again!” He embraced me in a hug. I had just now realized how much I had actually missed my best friend. “Save the crying for later my dear. I wanna finish what I came here to do” I looked over at Rose then back at Dan. “You’re with her? Why?” He raised his hands to my cheeks and rubbed his thumbs slowly under my eyes. I relaxed into his touch.

“Hands of handsome. She’s mine” I felt myself being drawn back towards Rose. “What did you do to her?!” Rose let out a deep laughter as she narrowed her eyes at him. “Oh dear. I haven’t done anything towards her. I gave her a life again, gave her love and a family who loves her! She’s reborn. And more powerful then you’ll ever be” He’s eyes changed from being on Rose to me. “Y/N?” I stood up. “She turned me Dan. I live of steam like she does and if I don’t get it, I die. You lied to me Dan” “what do you mean lied Y/N?!” I took out the box he had given me when we were kids. “It didn’t work.” I gave him the box as I walked back to Rose. She leant in and whispered in my ear,

“Mama’s proud of you, my dear”

#rose the hat x reader #rose the hat

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trutrustories · 3 years

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Okay, this will be probably long and with many errors (my english isn´t very good) But I saw several posts here on Lokius tag, talking about this ship as result of gay fetish, and about non existing chemistry and how this ship doesn´t make sense etc… And from what I understood there is tagged Lokius because of genuine interest to understand others point of view, so here is mine: I wil try to explain where my frustration comes from, and how I feel about Lokius, Sylkie, AND representation + some other things which I saw here somewhere. But first of all: I like Sylvie, I don´t hate sylkie shipers, and after so many years reading fan fictions, I don´t mind selfcest – I read weirder things. I have some issues with this ship (the mainlythe fact that it isn´t Lokius), but this is not one of them. Also, I am not about to tell anyone, they shouldn´t ship sylkie.Ship whatever. And I LOVED the show as a whole.

I just want to defend my standpoint, that Lokius does make sense, people shipping it does make sense and whether it will happen or not, (I don´t have my hopes very high, and I learned to be very skeptical in this regard ) it is more than just about crack ship, or fetish. I´m honestly blown away that people are still surprised that this ship became a thing :D First of all, let´s look at some romantic story telling and tropes: I mean the way they introduced them in the first two episodes set the tone for all series and how the heck this isn´t romantic? Somehow there are all these romantic tropes existing in a show. They´re just there. Just chilling between Loki and Mobius and large portion of audience can´t even see them. (and some of those tropes were used for Sylki as well, so you could actually see them side by side)

For example: 1) traveling to the apocalypsis 2) breaking law/rules for the other 3) literally changing for the better thanks to the other 4) arguing like old married couple 5) saying secrets, personal things to the other 6) sharing glances, touches, visibly being happy around each other - in case of Loki happier then we´ve ever seen him before 7) being completely themselfs around each other 8) One knowing everything (even the worst) about other and still accepting him completely 9) teasing, being comfortable and domestic around each other 10) one being literally enthusiastic FAN of the other 11) Mobius defending Loki whenever he has a chance 12) Freaking amnesia trope that they pulled of in the end??? (It could be different Mobius, but point is he suddenly doesn´t know him - and Loki knows more, in contrast with the beggining) 13) the jealousy in ep4 14) Misunderstanding - when Mobius thought Loki betrayed him and Loki (thanks to Ravonna) thought Mobius betrayed him... 15) witnessing death of the other and being absolutely broken afterwards 16) The goodbye hug with romantic music in the backround 17) Saving life of the one (even when it means problems for the other ) - like Mobius saved Loki´s ass at least three times when he was trying to stop others from pruning him. 18) sharing deep conversations about meanings of life, freedom and how it would be fun to make some chaos and ride that fucking jet ski!!! 19) Inspiring the other 20) looking for each other (Mobius didn´t believe for a second, that Loki would die in the Void and the way how in the last minutes of the series Loki run through all places they were together when he was looking for Mobius... and I could go on. Point is, even if they are not planning to make Lokius canon, all these things are used on a daily basis to describe romance in media and they are used here. On top of that it´s just very poetic and cute, that this drama queen and powerful god of Asgard who looked down on people would find his match in someone, who is so quiet, ordinary on the first sight, and basically is just human from 90s, who loves jet skis. Mobius can´t even fight. But is highly inteligent and he also happen to be as good manipulator, such as Loki himself. - That´s why they work together so well. Mobius sees right through him and once Loki understands that, he drops his evil persona. Almost nobody expected to ship it for real. But story itself and chemistry between them just made it probably the most exciting duo in the whole MCU. And I mean it genuinely. Third episode, even though it was beautiful and Sophie was great in it (and is literally dipped in bisexual colors), is the least favorite for a reason. And that reason being, there is no interaction between Loki and Mobius whatsoever. Lot´s of people though that series slowed down a bit. Even when in fact there was more action, then when we watched Loki and Mobius working at the TVA.

(and let´s just talk about evil!Mobius narative for a bit and how some people say he is manipulative and toxic for Loki: show itself explore heavy themes and one of them is in Loki´s line: no one bad is ever truly bad and no one good is ever truly good. And as a theme in a fictional world, it is working as it should, for the story. When Loki and Mobius meet, one of them just killed lots of innocent people and destroyed almost whole city. The other one is a part of fascist organization – and in the beginning of the series they both believe what they´re doing is right. They´re both bad, they´re both good, they´re both broken. And they are changing with the help of the other.) From all reactions I watched - and there was many of them, lots of people actually didn´t see dynamic between Loki and Sylvie as romantic in the third episode. So it´s not like Sylvie and Loki had unequivocally love story right from the start.

The only difference is that lots of people won´t see romantic tropes, when it comes to two men in a mainstream show – show that isn´t primarily about relationships and problems that queer people has to face. Because in super hero story and science fiction we have to warn audience, that they´re about to watch two man in love, right? At this point It´s just frustrating really. There were many M/M dynamics that used similar story line, as for example Lucifer, or X-files, or Bone collectors. - But unlike those M/M pairings, no one was making fun of people for shipping main characters in these shows. But when it comes to two men suddenly you´ll see from all corners of the internet: “why can´t it be just platonic?” “There is not enough platonic relationships” “why can´t two man just be friends?” (They can and they almost ALWAYS are) and “if you think there something romantic between them, you´re delusional” “fetishist“ “And for god´s sake just let them be friends, Loki needs a friend more then....” oh wait, but Sylvie is allowed to kiss him. Sylvie doesn´t have to be just friend. (And I must say, that I love Sylvie, I liked most of the interactions between her and Loki and I think she is a great character ((I hope we learn more about her in the future)) it just doesn´t work for me as well as Loki´s dynamic with Mobius. Maybe partly because of chemistry between actors, partly because combination of characters and they´re personality and also because I had two whole episodes to fall in love with the pair before Sylvie was even introduced.)

First of all: people can be friends and then evolve into lovers. Not only it is common romantic trope, but it is also the most realistic one. And those relationships are usually strongest. second: If people want to see Loki in a platonic friendship so desperately, why can´t it be a woman for a change? They were acting like chaotic siblings for most of the episode three anyway. The age gap aspect is also very funny. Owen is only about 12 years older (That is not that much. But I imagine, some people would get uncomfortable. But If it was man and woman, most of them wouldn´t even blinked. But two men, that has to be somehow automatically son and father figure dynamic) And If you want to dive into age of an actual characters, then good luck with that in a series about gods, variants and time travel. Almost nobody cares about age gap between Lucifer and detective Decker, or Bella and Edward. On top of that, it was heavily implied, that Loki slept with older, silver haired guy in Ragnarok, so it´s not like he would have problem with that.

Different standards are projected in a way how we see romantic dynamics between fictional characters depends on what we are used to, how are we perceiving world around us, what we are expecting to see and ALSO, what we would like to see, that much is true. When people are used to make no differences between heterosexual and homosexual pairing, then everything what happens to the characters is measured with the same meter. (Even though I experienced queerbaiting many times (( Once upon a time, Sherlock, Supernatural, Good Omens – the last one hopefully is not the case, but I guess we´ll see)) I also saw lots of lgbt shows like Queer as folks and Sense8.) And when we are not used to see it the same way, well… then it looks basically like that one comment under Castiel´s “I love you” scene on youtube, that said “what a beautiful friendship”.

If we forget about all that chaotic mess behind the scenes (all those articles and contrary messages) What is happening in a show between Loki and Mobius can be objectively considered romantic and what is happening between Loki and Sylvie in a series can be objectively considered platonic (until the kiss) and vice versa. And then to see comments about how absurd it is to even think they have chemistry, and about gay fetish - it´s hard to swallow. I read posts about absurdity of a ship and how there is absolutely nothing that would suggests romance. Well there is, actually. But whether creators are going to work with it or not, that´s something we can only speculate. They already made Loki officially bisexual. So why should it be so absurd to assume, that there is an actual possibility of romantic subplot between Loki and Mobius? Oh right… it´s Disney and Marvel we are talking about.

So on a subject of bisexuality: Bi people can date whoever they want. But It is a little frustrating, when there is so many heterosexual pairings in the mcu and disney but when there is a promise of lgbt character (speaking of endgame) we get one line about date from a man we´ll never see again. And when there is a promise of lgbt representation you can´t even blink during movie, or you´ll miss it (Star wars, Beauty and the beast). And then Loki said “A bit of both, I suspect the same as you”. And I won´t lie, I was happy. And I think creators made biggest step yet with this one line (which is honestly terrible, that “a bit of both” coming from Loki of all people, is the biggest step forward.) But they played it VERY safe. Obviously, both Loki, and Sylvie are bisexuals, and in three episodes, we had Loki flirting with female flight attendant, Sylvie talking about her relationship with POSTMAN and then they fall for each other. So the only thing that suggests they are really as bi as Lamentis 1 is that little sentence, that can be edited out, or easily overheard. It´s the bare minimum. And I think that frustration with how freaking slowly we´re moving into some progress is understandable. From all those great M/M dynamics I talked about, those, that could make great love story, nothing happened, because too many people “don´t mind gays but don´t need to look at them” or are scared for their children. In 2021.

It is not a fetish to wish for a gay love story in superhero movies/series. (But anyway, I don´t think there is anything bad about it. Some men like to watch lesbian porn, some woman like to read gay porn. AO3 wouldn´t be were it is today, without people reading and writing slash :D – but that has little to do with what we actually see on tv)

I´m not delusional. As much, as I love these two characters together, I know how little chance it has. I´m not delusional. I´m just in the future, old and tired, waiting hundreds of years for at least one of my OTP to finaly become a fucking canon.

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The Assistant / Chapter Twenty Four, “Never Again”

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Warnings: Mentions of blood and physical assault

Music Inspo: Goodbye To You by Michelle Branch (click to listen)

“His name leaves my lips in a breathy whisper, almost a question. But he doesn’t reply. And I don’t know what to say. I never thought this day would come. I hoped for it and I dreamt of it and I longed for it. But I never thought that he’d learn the truth, and not like this. I didn’t think that it would feel like this.

Disgusting. Heart-wrenching. Regrettable. Stinging. I wanted more than anything for him to know, but not like this. Never.

“‘m so so sorry,” he sobs from below me. I feel his body shudder under my fingers.

Suddenly, the moisture leaves my throat and detours to my eyes. I gulp hard and wonder what words I could get out if I even knew what to say. Is it okay? It’s not, but what he just did for me surpasses that entirely.”

“These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.”

- Shakespeare

“Becks!”

I can’t tell what hurts me worse. The licks of fire spreading on my face, or the look I see on his.

Harry.

Wait, is he really here or am I imagining it? I wonder to myself as the world in front of me starts to spin.

I don’t have much time to think about that, because I feel something warm trickling down my chin. I watch as it slowly falls off my skin like a cliff and plummets to the floor. A shiny scarlet drop embeds itself in his floor, and all I can think of is how badly that will stain. In a flash, it’s covered up by something else shiny - a black leather boot.

Then a leg in flowy black slacks.

A torso in a satin mustard button down.

Black ink scattered over skin.

I don’t see his face until it pops into view, his body bending to look up at me.

“Becks, are you okay? Oh god, yer really bleedin’,” he panics, the words dipped in sugar rushing out of his mouth. I almost don’t feel the fiery pain stinging my face or the warmth on my chin. The worry and hurt consuming his face make it all feel like a dull afterthought in comparison.

I can’t tell who’s in more pain - him or me.

I watch in disbelief as his thumb brushes the skin next to my nose and I wince at the tenderness. Okay, so that answers my question of if he’s real or just a figment of my imagination, I conclude inside of my head. He gives my arm a squeeze with an audible ‘sorry’ and places a tissue in my hand.

“S-she hit me first!”

Oh great, I was hoping to continue to forget the fact that she’s still here.

The disgust lacing itself into Harry’s features tells me that I’m not the only one thinking that.

“Ya can’t do anythin’ but lie, can you?” Harry retorts, slowly turning around to face her. His girlfriend.

“I’m not l-lying,” she sputters, redness filling her cheeks. An alligator tear spills onto her cheek, and Harry huffs.

“Ya just showed me that ya’ve been lyin’ t’ me fer months, Amber, maybe even longer!” Harry yells, his voice carrying around the room. It makes me remember the pounding inside my skull.

I wince and readjust the tissue under my nose, wondering how much blood you can lose from a nosebleed. My footing becomes unstable and I step forward, running right into Harry’s back. He turns to look at me and his bewildered expression softens as I grab hold of his shirt to anchor myself.

“You okay?” Harry murmurs, turning again to face me. He cups my arm and squeezes it gently.

I answer his question with a nod and feel his hand rub up and down in my arm in response.

“Why don’t you believe me, Harry?!”

“‘Cuz I believed ya dis whole bloody time, Amber, and look wha’s happened!” he exclaims, turning around, throwing his hands up and letting them fall with a sigh. “Ya lied t’ me ‘bout everything! Our relationship, who you were textin’ all those times when ya said it was yer friends, where ya were those nights ya didn’ come home ‘til 3 in tha bloody morning! Ya lied ‘bout Becks, Amber! Ya fooked with her work, harassed her, ya fookin’ assaulted her not jus’ once but twice! She’s my assistant, o-one of my best friends, an’ you hurt her again and again! I gave up so bleedin’ much fer ya. I cancelled plans with friends, with Becks, to make time fer ya, and tha whole time ya were fookin’ another bloke behind me back. Maybe even more, who knows, ya probably coulda gotta ‘round to fookin’ all o’ London in our time togetha . . ,” he trails off.

I didn’t think it was possible to feel my heart break any further today. It does when he’s facing me again and I see the first tear paint his cheek. Then another, and another.

The pain worsens when he looks to me and his cherry lips part for his syrupy voice, “C’mere, ya should sit down, Becks,” Harry coos, flipping the switch to return to himself. Soft and sweeter than he’s ever been before. And selfless.

He guides me over to the couch we’ve played Scrabble on more times than I could count. He doesn’t turn around after he helps me sit down, but instead kneels in front of me.

“Harry, I-I’m sorry-.”

“No, yer not bloody sorry. I don’ believe that fer a second . . . . Now leave,” Harry retorts, cutting her off. He looks up at me as his hand brushes against my cheek, tucking my bangs behind my ear.

“I want to fix this, Harry,” Amber continues with a sob, possible regret, and apology in her voice. I’ve never heard it before, so it’s hard to place it and its authenticity.

“Ya can’t, Amb, ya ruined it- ya ruined everything. Ya know that. I loved you once, ya know, a-and . . . ‘s gone. It has been fer awhile,” Harry mumbles, tears flooding his eyes that only I can see. “W-we’re done . . Leave . . ,” he says, emotion consuming his voice. His adam’s apple bobs with a swallow. New tears paint his cheeks as the walls shake with a slam of the door.

His chocolate curls are rearranged with his hand as he looks to stare at the floor. I hear him whimper. I lift my hand and place it on his knee that remains up. It wavers there for a second before it takes a daring risk, and does what I’ve always dreamt. His locks feel like butter between my fingers as I push them back, and catch his stubbly cheek with my thumb. I feel the warm wet tear under its pad and anticipate seeing several more if he were to look up.

But he doesn’t.

His name leaves my lips in a breathy whisper, almost a question. But he doesn’t reply. And I don’t know what to say. I never thought this day would come. I hoped for it and I dreamt of it and I longed for it. But I never thought that he’d learn the truth, and not like this. I didn’t think that it would feel like this. Disgusting. Heart-wrenching. Regrettable. Stinging. I wanted more than anything for him to know, but not like this. Never.

“‘m so so sorry,” he sobs from below me. I feel his body shudder under my fingers.

Suddenly, the moisture leaves my throat and detours to my eyes. I gulp hard, and wonder what words I could get out, if I even knew what to say. Is it okay? It’s not, but what he just did for me surpasses that entirely.

“It’s not your fault,” I say shakily, combing my fingers through his shiny curls, back and forth.

“It feels like it,” he sniffles, both hands grabbing his hair and pulling it.

“Harry, stop, you can’t change what happened. Please,” I urge him, trying to pry his hands from his precious head of hair. It takes a few tries, but suddenly he relents with a loaded sigh.

I sit there as the seconds tick by, still holding the tissue to my nose. Head throbbing. Cheek throbbing. Nose throbbing. And my heart. Before I know what I’m doing, my fingers are wrapping around his bicep and pulling him towards me. Or trying to.

“Come here,” I coo, tugging and tugging until I succeed.

It’s an earned feat when I finally pull him up off of his feet, and I wonder if I’ll regret it when suddenly all of his weight is on top of me. But when those arms go around me and his warm face is tucked into my neck, I know that I never could. And I can’t decide if it makes all of this harder, or easier.

“‘m so so sorry, Becks, ya have no idea how sorry I am. If only I had believed ya when ya told me, all o’ this coulda been stopped. I dunno how ‘ll ever forgive myself. I shoulda believed ya and I dunno why I couldn’. I’m a terrible person and ‘m just so sorry, Becks. I-.”

“Harry, stop. It’s over. She’s gone, and I’m okay,” I interrupt his rambling, and lose my words. His hot breaths into my neck are distracting, and so are his fingers drawing circles on my back.

“But yer hurt, and I coulda stopped it, Becks.”

“And you did, Harry! You did stop it. Y-you stopped anything more happening, and I am so grateful,” I share, raking my fingers up and down his back.

My fingers fall from their sudden familiarity and find his shirt in my hands. It feels as if cement is being poured into my heart as his weight leaves me and I look into his tear-stricken eyes.

“Ya are?” he grumbles, another tear falling with his blink.

“Yes, of course,” I reply, feeling my effort failing at the last syllable. “You came in and saved me when nobody else could, Harry. You stopped it. You stopped her from hurting me anymore,” I confess with tears weighing down every word.

His tears mirror mine diving onto my skin, and now he’s pulling me into him. And there’s nothing I’d ever do to stop it.

“Becks.” My name leaves his lips in a struggled whisper, anointed by a hiccup. The letters making up my name settle into my hair followed by his lips kissing the crown of my head.

My lips echo his name in the same fashion, coated with tears.

“‘m sorry I didn’ believe ya, Becks, I hate myself for that.”

“Harry, no, don’t. You don’t need to do that,” I say curtly, shaking my head into his warm chest. I remember the other liquid leaving my body. As much as I hate to, I bury my head in his neck instead so his shirt isn’t ruined.

“But afta alla that . . . I want t’,” he mumbles, each word weighed down even more than the last. Another tear to my heart right there.

“What’d I just say?” my lips move against his neck, in a way opposite than I thought it’d happen. “I just told you how you saved me, Harry. You stood up for me. You fought for me. You took care of me when I was hurt, and-. You did everything I wanted you to do, Harry, and more.”

His chin brushes against my hair as he nods in response. And that’s all I need. I relax against him with my other half curled against the couch, him sitting opposite me. My hands clutching the tufts of his blouse relax. I lay my cheek on his neck, and relax to the feeling of his pulse against my skin. Me. I never thought that this would happen, either.

Today is just full of surprises.

A couple sniffles and me almost falling asleep in the crook of his neck later, he pulls away. I whimper in disappointment and open my eyes to find him wiping his, sitting across from me.

“We should get ya cleaned up and get ya some ice,” he murmurs, flitting his eyes to me. I follow them to my hand that hasn’t left my nose since he handed me this very kleenex. Yuck.

“Yeah,” I reply with a disgusted look at my own hand. “I can do it, I’ll just go to the bathroom. I should probably fix my makeup in there, too.”

“I’ll order us somethin’ t’ eat while yer at it, maybe some churros and gnocchi soup,” he suggests, and I smile in response.

I get to my feet and watch him do the same. He squeezes my arm with a warm smile stuck to his lips before he turns to his desk. “Don’ be gone too long now. I know how girls can get when it comes t’ fixing makeup,” he quips, giving me a toothy grin as he picks up the office phone.

“I won’t,” I reply, watching him shoulder the phone and dial the buttons by memory.

His eyes play on the screen of his iMac as my feet drag themselves to the door. He doesn’t see me stealing glances at him over my shoulder on my way out the door.

“Yeah hi, ‘d like t’ place an order,” Harry begins, pulling over a notepad and a pen. I watch his lips move with every syllable, and the way his eyes crinkle with a laugh. Redness still rimming them, and leftover tears leaving them glassy.

His raspy drawl tickles my ears as my steps echo down the hall. The pounding in my head becomes harder, and so does the pounding in my chest. I almost stop when I hear his happy giggle, but I keep walking. I keep walking when I can’t hear his voice anymore, and my heart wants to leave me. I keep walking past my desk that’s littered with somebody else’s things.

The heels of my shoes echo in the empty bathroom. They stop in front of the sink, but I can’t look in the mirror.

I can’t.

I can’t do it.

I can’t look back at my broken reflection. Again.

The tears come again, fast and hard, and will me to slowly look up. I stop and have to start over again. Once or twice.

Splashes of purple and red shock me, and my chest is racked with another sob. I hate her. I hate myself. I hate that I let this happen. Again. I hate that I couldn’t stop it, or stand up to her. I pull the crumpled kleenex away from my nose and watch as a tear mingles with the blood. The old and the new.

My knuckles are white as they claw at the edge of the sink. Because I don’t know if I can hold on anymore. Drops of red splash into the sink in front of me, and I breathe in shakily. I close my eyes hard and try to take another. I blow it out with a shudder and whimper as another sob racks my body.

My eyes snap open and I rip a paper towel from the dispenser. I watch myself wet it under the tap, wring it out, and wash my face without deciding to. I go into autopilot, watching my own hands clean the streaks of blood from my face, the lines of mascara under my eyes, and the blood caked into the lines of my hands. I roll a piece of paper towel up and shove it in my nose, instantly forgetting about the nosebleed. I scrub my skin until it starts to hurt, but I almost don’t feel it.

When I look into the mirror again, I see the splotches of purple and red painted under my right eye. The red rawness around my nose, and the shininess of my eyes. And their emptiness.

Why did I let it get this bad?

How could I have ever let it get this far?

Why didn’t I leave sooner?

Why did I keep letting her hurt me?

And him?

Tucking a lock of my hair behind my ear, I bend my head and pump the soap dispenser. I watch the last drops of blood disappear down the drain, and take today along with it. With one last breath, I dry my hands and leave the bathroom.

I walk and I don’t stop. I don’t turn around.

I keep walking into the elevator. I only stop when I reach the back of it, and I don’t turn around. Because I know if I did, I’d keep walking.

I’d keep walking and go back to him. I’d let him hurt me again.

“Whiskey coke, please,” a voice murmurs beside me.

“What d’ya think, Becky?”

I blink hard and lift my eyes to the inquisitive ones staring back at me.

“W-what do I think of what?” I reply, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Of shots?” Asher continues with a funny nod of his head.

A laugh sputters from my lips, and warmth fills my cheeks, “No, Ash, we’re too old for that.”

“No we’re not!” he argues and another laugh of mine fills the air.

This feels good. I can’t remember the last time I laughed at something that wasn’t on my tv.

“Come on, Becky, a few shots never hurt anybody,” he quips, shrugging his shoulders clad in a hoodie.

“Yeah, not until tomorrow morning, Ash,” I reply and he deals me another shrug. I watch him turn to the bartender with a contagious smile and order a few shots.

“I can’t believe you still haven’t let me get you drunk, it’s what you do when you leave a job,” Asher comments, turning on his barstool to face me once more.

“I think the window of time to do that has kinda passed, Ash,” I comment, flicking my eyebrows up. He shakes his head with a chuckle as I move the ice around in my cup.

“Window schmindow,” he counters, batting a hand at me with a toothy grin. Now it’s my turn to shake my head. I uncross and recross my legs, watching the black fabric dance against my skin. “You can celebrate leaving a shit job anytime, even weeks afterward.”

“If you say so,” I reply, running a hand through my wavy curls. My eyes flit to the lines of Christmas lights strewn around the pub. The decorated Christmas tree in the corner adds to the atmosphere. I suddenly curse myself for the tenth time for wearing a dress in the middle of December.

Brown liquid sloshes onto the table in front of me, and I turn to find Asher picking his shot up and downing it. I close my eyes hard and can’t resist shaking my head at him, but my hand ventures to touch the cool glass. I bring it to my lips and choke down the volatile liquid.

“God, can you get anything more appetizing than that? Perhaps that doesn’t look and taste like shit?” I cough, setting the glass down with a clatter.

“Fine, you whiner. Can we have a Pornstar shot next, some Blue Kamikazes, and those Cotton Candy shots you got advertised?”

My cheek meets my hand and I lean on it as my eyes dance around the room. Bright neon lights shine behind the bar, and the bartender tosses the towel back over their shoulder. The hum of loud voices around me grows in volume. I hear laughs, glasses clinking, and 80s music from a speaker somewhere. The song ends suddenly and a Christmas jingle comes on. Soon, a bloke is singing along to it loudly and then his mate joins in too.

“Here,” Asher says, pulling me from my thoughts. He sets a blue and red shot of something in front of me. “Cheers to uh . . . leaving that shit hole of a job that I’m uh still at, and uh moving onto better things and new coworkers who will never be as great as me,” he smirks, clinking his glass with mine before knocking it down.

“Yeah, I think I can drink to that,” I titter before the liquid smelling of cherry cough syrup meets my lips.

Alcohol I can’t even pronounce the name of passes my lips in one shot after the other.

The volume in the pub rises and smothers my ears with incessant buzzing.

Christmas jingles fill the cracks of the room, and Ash and I can hardly resist singing along to them, badly.

The alcohol warms my cheeks and negotiates laughs from my lips.

A basket of fries falls in front of us and is only crumbs minutes later.

Glasses of water soon adorn my grasp and slowly the pounding in my temple falls away.

“Stop drinking water, you woose. That’s not how you get drunk,” Asher slurs with a whine, playfully shoving my shoulder. His spiked blonde hair is now a mess atop his head, pointing in different directions. The collar of his flannel no longer lays flat and points to the sky with flare.

“Did you ever think that maybe I don’t wanna get drunk?” I reply, trying and slightly failing to keep my words in a straight line.

“You’re no fun,” he replies, shaking his head as he grabs the Guinness the bartender just poured for him. He sips at the frothy foam and licks it from his blushing lips.

“Yeah I know,” I mumble, looking around the room and suddenly wondering why the hell I’m even here. I’ve been putting off getting drinks with Asher for weeks, and somehow I finally gave in tonight. But why? Probably because I was feeling sorry myself, and sorry for turning him down time after time.

“I know what could be some fun,” he announces, standing from his chair and teetering a bit. He almost grabs the counter for support, but he’s only buzzed. I’ve seen him far more pissed than this. “I love this song, it’s a real ballad. I’m pretty sure it played at my parent’s wedding or something. And don’t ask how I know that if I wasn’t there, because I dunno,” he rambles, stepping away from his beer to my surprise. I’m stolen away from my water when he tugs on my hand.

“Asher!” I groan as he pulls me along with him. I try and fail to free my hand from his grasp that’s even stronger when he has alcohol in him. I’ve never understood why or how. “I don’t dance!”

“Yeah, ya do. Anybody can bloody dance. Ya just put a hand here and a hand there, and move your feet back and forth,” he instructs, placing his hand on my waist and taking my other in his right. “Now, that’s not so bad, is it?”

“You’re really going to owe me after this one,” I moan with a shake of my head. Looking away with blushing cheeks, I cast my eyes downward and find my legs swaying effortlessly with the rock ballad. The cream stars on my black dress dance along with the music. To my surprise, my heels don’t crush his feet.

“Oh you have no idea,” he whispers, turning away from me and looking at the other few couples dancing on the floor.

“What?”

“Oh nothing. It’s just I’m a terrible dancer, you’ll see soon enough,” Asher says quickly, biting his lip and refusing to make eye contact with me. I watch his eyes jump when there’s a crash and the bartender is shouting. Oh boy.

The last notes of the song float into a soft 90’s love song. Asher sways with me and I guess this dancing thing isn’t too bad. Rom-Coms with prom scenes always made it seem more romantic, but those movies were never realistic for their love stories, anyways.

There’s a jingle of a bell when the front door opens, but it’s melted into the background the last half hour we’ve been here. I continue to sway with Asher and watch the other couples folded into each other’s necks, talking and laughing. My attention is grabbed when I hear Asher sigh and look up to find him staring at something behind me across the darkly lit room. His expression suddenly changes and I see his adam’s apple bob. Surprise paints his face when his eyes flit down to me.

“Now don’t be mad at me, okay?” Asher mumbles quickly, eyebrows touching the ceiling.

“What, why would I be mad at you?” I reply in a rush, looking at him with pure confusion. “Asher, I don’t-,” I begin, but he falls away from my grasp when he steps away from me.

“Oh,” the letters trip off of my lips when my eyes see what now stands in front of me. Or who.

Long legs clad in skinny blue jeans.

A tie-dyed Beatles shirt under a red and black flannel.

A black peacoat draped over his arms.

Saint Laurent brown leather boots donning his feet.

Rings layering his fingers.

And those moppy brown curls I loved so much.

“Harry,” I say, his name easily rolling off of my tongue.

His chest rises with a breath, “Hi, Becks. C-Can I interrupt and steal a dance?” he murmurs in his molasses-like drawl.

I can’t find any words, but he takes it as a ‘yes.’ Instead, I soon find my hand in his and his on my waist. The song pouring from the speakers guides our lazy movements and soon enough I’m slow dancing with Harry. His hand is clammy in mine, or maybe it’s mine. I’m not sure.

“What are you doing here, Harry?” I mutter, locking my eyes on a patch of twinkling lights in the corner that no longer twinkle.

“Asher told me you an’ some o’ tha blokes from tha firm were gettin’ togetha fer drinks,” he replies in a hushed whisper.

I shake my head and can’t hide the sigh that’s building inside of me. “Yeah, if he means just him and me.”

“Oh.”

“Harry, why are you really here?” I respond, finally daring to look him in the eye. I think it catches him off guard, and it takes him a second to collect his thoughts in front of me.

“Cuz ya didn’t lemme finish tha otha day, Becks,” he finally says. I continue to sway with my hand enveloped in his. The music fills the silence between us as words fleet me, and my anger grows.

“Then finish,” I retort.

A sigh, or a deep breath follows. I don’t know which. “I thought I fixed things or that ‘d started t’, Becks, and then ya just ran away. How many times do I hafta say ‘m sorry?” Harry says, locking eyes with me and holding me there. Too long. Longer than I want to be there.

“You can’t, Harry. Sorry doesn’t cut it anymore,” I reply curtly, dropping my hands. I turn around and walk away, with the door in sight.

“What, are ya gonna run away from me again?!”

“Yeah! Apparently, I’m getting really good at it!” I reply over my shoulder.

The door is only ten steps away when I feel his fingers coil around my arm. He gently pulls me into a corner by a deserted table and spins me around to face him.

“What was the point in staying, Harry?” I announce, throwing my hands up in question. I wonder if people are watching us, but they aren’t. They’re too preoccupied with their own problems, their beers, and The Spice Girls song that somebody chose to play.

“What? What d’ya mean?”

“Why should I have stayed the other day?” I respond, enunciating every single word.

“I dunno, to hang out and talk and eat dinner togetha. Like old times.”

I can’t resist laughing, and the effect it has on him is immediate. His already sullen expression falls just a little deeper into despair.

“Harry, I quit! It was my last day! Your girlfriend just punched me in the face in front of you. Why would I want to stay there with you?!” I chuckle, my hands helping me talk once again.

“Becks-.”

“No, y-you don’t get to keep calling me that after everything that’s happened,” I stutter, feeling the emotion play tug of war with my words. His lips part again to speak, but the alcohol makes me faster. “I quit, Harry. You have a new assistant now, and I’m sure she’s great. She is, isn’t she?” He nods after a stubborn second. “See! You have a new assistant who can put up with your shit. So why did I need to stay, and why do I need to be here right now?” I retort, letting my hands hit my thighs with a slap. My head shakes in annoyance before I put my back to him once again.

“Ya were more than just an assistant t’ me, you know that. We were friends, Becks,” he blurts out from behind me. The words stick to my feet like glue, and suddenly I can’t move another step.

“Yeah, I think that was the problem,” I say slowly, unsure of if I can face him. “We were friends one day, and then we weren’t the next day. What do you want me to say, Harry?”

I give up and turn to look into his watery green eyes. No, you don’t get to do this to me. Not again.

“Being friends didn’t work, Harry, and neither did being your employee. So that’s where we are. And I don’t want to try and be friends with you after leaving. We both know it won’t work, and don’t say that we don’t know that,” I continue, the words falling from my lips one after the other.

“I want ya t’ come back, Becks. I want us t’ try again. Ya had potential for law, and ya were learning so much,” he continues emphatically, pulling words out of his ass. I think he is, but the expression knit into his face refutes that. There are words etched there into the lines of his skin, but I don’t want to read them. I don’t want to go back on that roller coaster and feel all of that again.

“And where would I go, Harry?! Huh? You have a new assistant, so I can’t go there. Hmmm, where else . . Well, I’m not a lawyer, since I dropped out of law school . . And I’m not interested in being anybody else’s personal bitch, or doing whatever the hell The Cubiclers do . . So that leaves me out of the game. Sorry, better luck next time,” I tease, feeling the alcohol rush through my veins. They don’t call it liquid courage for nothing.

I try to leave, as I have so many times since I met him. But like all of the other times, he pulls me back in. This time, I can feel the cold metal of his rings as they encircle my hand.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, and for some reason this time it yanks at my heart worse than the others. I swallow past the lump rising in my throat. No, you don’t get to make me feel this way again when I was just starting to get back to feeling normal.

“It’s too late, Harry. The other day . . it didn’t change anything. I-I have a new job, and there’s no place for me at your firm anymore,” I declare softly, venturing a look into his eyes. The color of the ocean on a stormy day. Much like today. “And there’s no place for you in my life anymore.”

My fingers slide from his warm grasp, and I rip my shoes from the floor with each step. But this time he doesn’t run after me or pull me back to him. And unlike all of the other times, I don’t want him to. I’m not sad or confused about wanting him to follow me.

This time, I’m relieved. My heartbeat slows as I walk over to the bar, grab my purse, pay my tab, and walk out into the crisp winter night. The further I am away from him, the better I feel. And the smaller his voice and his face become in the back of my head. Snowflakes fall heavy and fast from the gray sky above me. They mingle with the warmth of the bittersweet tears painting my face.

Emotions mix up inside of me, growing stronger with every step I take.

Sadness. Fear. Doubt. Relief. Anger. Excitement.

Each step I take is a step I take into my new future. A future full of unknowns and doubts. But bubbles of excitement fill me with that thought.

Excitement for finding a new me.

END OF PART ONE

#the assistant #pa harry #harry styles #harry au #harry styles au #lawyer au #assistant #one direction #fanfiction #wattpad #fanfics #1d #harry #writing

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DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE BLOOD Vol.2: Mukami Kou [Track 9+10]

Original title: 気持ちいことを考える時間 & 明けることのない夜

Source: Diabolik Lovers More, Blood Vol. 2: Mukami Kou [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Kimura Ryouhei

Translator’s note: Rejet listened to my pleas and there’s no more yucky noises in these last two tracks, thank god. T _ T If it weren’t for track 7 & 8, I’d say this CD was actually quite enjoyable despite Kou not being super high up on my favorites list. I just can’t handle the bodily gore stuff though. ;; You may say I got into the wrong fandom then and maybe I did butー Have some mercy on my weak stomach. xD

Track 1+2 ll Track 3+4 ll Track 5+6 ll Track 7+8 ll Track 9+10

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Track 9: Time to Think About Pleasure

*Rustle*

“Hm...I’m thirsty again. ...Geez...I wonder if I’ve been successfully caught in your web and stooped down to their level. Oh well, I guess it’s fine. As long as I have youー and as long as I can have your blood, all of my desires will be fulfilled...”

*Rustle*

“Ah-aaah~ These twig legs...When looking at them, I can’t help but want to rip them to shreds, you see? ...However...I’m feeling quite good right now, so I’ll let you off the hook.”

*Rustle*

[00:40] “Hmー Are you running low on blood, perhaps? Somehow it doesn’t gush out the same way it did before. ...So I’m going to have to increase the pressure on your leg a little...”

He squeezes down as you cry out.

*Rustle rustle*

“There we go. I wonder what will happen if I block your blood circulation like this...~? Ah. Does it hurt? But don’t worry. I’ll give you pleasure in a sec. Say, you’ll forgive me, right?”

You writhe around.

[01:15] “Haha...I really feel as if I could just tear your leg off with my fangs. You should be grateful to your own blood for being so delicious, otherwise you would lose your limbs in no time. Fufufu...~”

Kou bites you again.

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“Mmh...Nn...”

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp gulp*

“Haah...So sweet...and delicious...”

*Sluuuurp*

“Give me more...Hahn...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Hah...”

*Gulp*

“Haah, hah...”

*Gulp*

“Haah...I feel as if I’ve reached my peak as well...You feel good too, don’t you? ...Hey, are you listening to me?”

You just weakly whimper in return.

[02:19] “Hey, answer me. I’m the one asking you a question after all. If you don’t, then I really can’t guarantee your safety. Ah...Did you perhaps come just now? (1) Ahahaha...Honestly, I don’t need to hear your reply, I can tell by the look on your face.”

*Rustle rustle*

“However...You’re still not satisfied yet, are you? I can tell by that greedy look in your eyes. You want me, don’t you~? Well, I suppose I should give you a reward seeing as you managed to get off from my fangs~ I’ll kiss you...~”

*Smooch smooch*

You flinch.

“...Hm? Why do you seem so surprised? You like this sorta stuff, don’t you? Hah. ...Most foolish human girls are weak to kisses. Mmh...”

*Smooch*

“Ah...”

*Smooch*

“Fufu...”

*Smooch*

[03:32] “...Haahー Honestly, humans are so cheap to feel satisfied just from pressing one’s lips together like this. It’s so easy, it almost seems precious. ...See? You looked somewhat happy for a split second just now, didn’t you? Look at you getting the wrong idea already...I was spot on, wasn’t I?”

You frown.

“Ah-aah, you really are such a fool. Hahaha...”

*Rustle*

[04:06] “Well then...Where should I bite you next? I can feel my body aching, begging for more. ...Hehe. I’ll search for more of their marks and remove all traces of those guys’ fangs. ...Brace yourself.”

*Rustle*

“Hmー Next up is...Here, I guess? The nape. I wonder who sucked from here, huh? Do you remember all that information?”

Kou licks your skin.

[04:44] “I bet you recall it upon having these marks touched and your body starts to ache all over, correct?”

*Rustle*

“Say...What do you want me to do? Should I just plunge my fangs in? I don’t take requests like this very often so come on, hurry up and give me an answer.”

*Rustle*

“Ah, right! Let’s do something they’ve never done to you before! We have plenty of time on our hands after all. ...Hey, are you listening?”

*Smack*

[05:15] “Don’t space out on me now. I’m right in front of you, so you have to stay focused, looking only at me, thinking only of me.”

*Cling cling*

“...Hm? Ah. I still haven’t untied your arms, have I? I doubt you have the energy to fight back anymore, so I suppose I can remove this thing.”

*Cling cling*

[05:48] “Hm...Hahaha...You’re slouching but we’re still far from done, you know? I still want to have lots more fun after all. I’m doing you the honor of giving you my full attention, so I see no reason for you to refuse?”

Track 10: A Never-Ending Night

“Now what to do...~ Well, I suppose I should do something about these marks on your nape first, right? I bet they make you feel disgusted too. ...Don’t they?”

*Rustle rustle*

“Hm...To be honest, it’s the first time I feel this...unexplainable anger towards marks which aren’t my own...For real...I’ll make sure to get rid of all of them...”

Kou bites you.

“Hahn...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Haah...”

*Gulp*

“Haah, hah...”

*Gulp*

“...I have to go deeper...More...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Haah...Haah...!”

*Gulp*

[01:08] “Hah...! ...Phew...I wonder why I just don’t feel satisfied...even when I’ve sucked so much of your blood already...? I just end up craving more and more, wanting to push to the very limit...Until you die...! Exactly. Let’s go to that limit. Don’t you think that might just make it even more enjoyable...? Fufu~ ...Hm?”

*Rustle rustle*

“What’s wrong...? Look at you snuggle up to me...”

You explain.

[01:51] “Your body has gone limp? ...Geez, you’re so hopeless. Come here, I’ll embrace you tightly.”

*Rustle*

“Hm? It hurts...? Well, of course it does. I squeezed you tightly all at once after all. ...See? As a result, blood has started gushing out the wound from earlier.”

*Sluuuurp*

“Hahn...”

*Gulp*

*Sluuuurp*

[02:29] “Haah...You see, this whole time I’ve also been...I guess you would call these dizzy spells? The room’s spinning and my body feels so hot, as if I’m melting...I feel we might just become one.

[02:55] “At first I thought I had caught myself quite the masochistic kitten. I was convinced you’d upset me and wouldn’t last long but before I knew it, this happened...Laughable. ...Furthermore, I’m frustrated with myself. It doesn’t make sense for someone like me to feel satisfied with someone else’s second-hand goods. (2) Under normal circumstances, I’d never show interest in such a person...”

*Sniff*

[03:37] “When I get a whiff of your nearby scent, I get the urge to plunge my fangs inside. This must be my instincts rather than just a mere reflex, right? Fufu...But that’s what you want as well, isn’t it?”

You remain quiet.

“...Hah! I’ve told you a million times so far, but I expect an answer when I ask you a question. I don’t care if you’re lost in the pleasure from my fangs, getting the cold shoulder still pisses me off. ...Don’t come crying to me afterwards.”

Kou bites you again.

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“Hah...”

*Gulp gulp*

[04:29] “Haah, haah...Aah...I still want you more...I’ll devour you whole...With everything I’ve got...You must be happy to hear that, no? Of course you are. You should be grateful...to the blood now flowing through both our bodies. Haah...”

*Gulp gulp gulp*

[05:05] “Mmph...Haah, haah...Come on, open your eyes and look at me. That’s all you need to bring you joy, right? The morning will never come again. ーー Never. Because I’ve already decided I will make you mine.

“Fufu...Ahaha...It’s fine. I already know you’re happy. So just offer all of your blood to me...as you lie there and think about how glad you are to have become mine, okay?”

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“Hahn...Mmh...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Hah...

*Gulp*

“Haah...Haahn...”

*Gulp gulp*

ーー THE END ーー

Translation notes

(1) いく or ‘iku’ has many meanings, one of which being ‘to climax/to have an orgasm’.

(2) Kou does use the term second-hand product (中古品), referring to the fact that MC has already been used and bitten by the Sakamaki’s in the past and therefore is no longer ‘pure’.

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #kou mukami #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers more blood #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

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spohkh · 3 years

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Super important question! If you had to make a mixtape of the top 13 Taylor tracks about Dean and Cas, what songs would you choose?

OKAY THIS WAS SIMULTANEOUSLY SO HARD AND SO EASY TO DO. i rly wanted to get smth from every album but all except 3 are from rep to evermore fjsjfjsjfkfds oops :)c

anyhoo, in no particular order, my 13 taylor destiel tracks!

1. invisible string

time, mystical time, cuttin me open then healing me fine. were there clues i didn’t see? and isn’t just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string tying you to me? // hell was the journey but it brought me heaven

2. hoax

my only one, my smoking gun, my eclipsed sun, this has broken me down. my twisted knife, my sleepless night, my winless fight, this has frozen my ground. // my only one, my kingdom come undone, my broken drum, you have beaten my heart. don’t want no other shade of blue but you. no other sadness in the world would do. // your faithless love’s the only hoax i believe in.

3. false god

we were crazy to think that this could work. remember how i said i’d die for you? we were stupid to jump in the ocean separating us. remember how i’d fly to you? // they warned us about times like this. they say the road gets hard and you get lost when you’re led by blind faith. // but we might just get away with it. religion’s in your lips, even if it’s a false god. we might just get away with it. the altar is my hips, even if it’s a false god. we’d still worship this love. // i know heaven’s a thing, i go there when you touch me, honey. hell is when i fight with you. but we can patch it up good, make confessions and we’re begging for forgiveness, got the wine for you.

4. peace

and you know that i’d swing with you for the fences, sit with you in the trenches, give you my wild, give you a child, give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other. family that i chose now that i see your brother as my brother. // but i’m a fire and i’ll keep your brittle heart warm if your cascade, ocean wave blues come. all these people think love’s for show but i would die for you in secret.

5. dancing with our hands tied

i loved you in secret, first sight, yeah, we love without reason. my love had been frozen deep blue, but you painted me golden. // i loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us. i’m a mess, but i’m the mess that you wanted. ‘cause it’s gravity keeping you with me. // i’d kiss you as the lights went out, swayin as the room burned down. i’d hold you as the water rushes in.

6. stay stay stay

you took the time to memorize me, my fears, my hopes, my dreams. i just like hangin out with you all the time. all those times that you didn't leave, it's been occurring to me i'd like to hang out with you for my whole life. stay, and i'll be lovin you for quite some time. no one else is gonna love me when i get mad, mad, mad, so i think that it's best if we both stay.

7. mine

do you remember we were sittin there, by the water? you put your arm around me for the first time. you made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter. you are the best thing that's ever been mine. flash forward, and we're takin on the world together, and there's a drawer of my things at your place. you learn my secrets and figure out why i'm guarded. you say we'll never make my parents' mistakes. // do you remember all the city lights on the water? you saw me start to believe for the first time.

8. willow

i'm like the water when your ship rolled in that night. rough on the surface but you cut through like a knife. and if it was an open-shut case, i never would've known from that look on your face. lost in your current like a priceless wine. the more that you say, the less i know. wherever you stray, i follow. i'm beggin for you to take my hand, wreck my plans, that's my man. // wait for the signal and i'll meet you after dark. show me the places where the others gave you scars.

9. cowboy like me

eyes full of stars, hustlin for the good life, never thought i'd meet you here. it could be love, we could be the way forward, and i know i'll pay for it. // and the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up. and the old men that i've swindled really did believe i was the one, and the ladies lunching have their stories about when you passed through town, but that was all before i locked it down. // i've had some tricks up my sleeve. takes one to know one, you're a cowboy like me. and i'm never gonna love again.

10. state of grace

and i never saw you coming, and i'll never be the same. // you come around and the armor falls, pierce the room like a cannon ball. now all we know is don't let go. // so you were never a saint, and i've loved in shades of wrong. we learn to live with the pain, mosaic broken hearts. but this love is brave and wild. // this is a state of grace, this is the worthwhile fight. // these are the hands of fate, you're my Achilles heel. this is the golden age of something good and right and real.

11. don’t blame me

don't blame me, love made me crazy, if it doesn't you ain't doin it right. lord, save me, my drug is my baby i'll be usin for the rest of my life // somethin happened for the first time in the darkest little paradise... shakin, pacin, i just need you. // for you, i would cross the line, i would waste my time, i would lose my mind. they say, "she's gone too far this time." // my name is whatever you decide, and i'm just gonna call you mine. i'm insane, but i'm your baby. echoes of your name inside my mind, halo hidin my obsession. // and baby, for you, i would fall from grace just to touch your face. if you walk away, i'd beg you on my knees to stay.

12. cardigan

i knew you, dancin in your levi's drunk under a streetlight. // i knew you, your heartbeat on the high line, once in twenty lifetimes. // to kiss in cars and downtown bars was all we needed. you drew stars around my scars // i knew you, steppin on the last train, marked me like a bloodstain. i knew you, tried to change the endin, peter losin wendy. i knew you, leavin like a father, runnin like water. // i knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss, knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs ... knew i'd curse you for the longest time, chasin shadows in the grocery line, knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired, and you'd be standin in my front porch light, and i knew you'd come back to me. you'd come back to me. you'd come back to me. you'd come back.

13. lover (Miracle on Cornelia Street AU theme song!!!)

there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear. have i known you for 20 seconds or 20 years? // can i go where you go? can we always be this close? forever and ever. take me out, and take me home. you're my, my, my, my lover. // i'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you. i've loved you for three summers now, honey, but i want 'em all. // my heart's been borrowed and yours has ben blue. all's well that ends will to end up with you. swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover. and you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me, and at every table, i'll save you a seat, lover.

#thank u sarah!!! what is your list????#deancastiel #some of these could def be subbed out but i do have a few definites #like hoax and dont blame me and stay stay stay #adanceinasnowglobe #ask

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kunalkarankapoor · 4 years

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You are My first Crush…❤When I saw Your Crying Scenes, I am automatically getting tears on my eyes…Your Smile always bring a Smile to My face.. You are My Stress Buster. You are Very Special to Me.. You Mean to Me a lot.. I am Very happy to be your fan.. My biggest dream is seeing you at least once in My Life Time.. I am Waiting for that Precious day in My Life… You are The Best. No One Can Replace Your Place… I just Want to See you in Big Screen. Love You Lots❤ Keep Smiling Always🤗 _Siddh_Guna

Kunal ..this name has a magic in my life ..this name always brings a blush, a cheerful smile, a love in my heart..Kunal I have told this many times my love for you was not love at 1st sight...I slowly started liking you then started loving you..over these years ur the last face I see b4 I go to sleep and 1st to see when I wake up..Your more than anything to me..you were there for me when i was stressed and when i cried..u were my medicine..you were and you will ever be my Happy pill..I always dreamt a happy life with u together and a still dream..I want to be ur travel buddy, a companion like book..a best friend..a soul mate. Wish to spend a lifetime with u!. atleast please spend a 24 hours with me..I will make ur fav Idly podi, Rajama Chawal, Bindi...we can have many things discussed over a coffee, a scotty ride around Chennai or Mumbai (I ll ride u)...I am not gonna talk about ur acting coz I always do that.. I love you as always I loved u may be even more...Always Kunal's Maya....

Hii Kunal!!!!! There is an Lot of things in my mind to tell about you....but the time is not enough to tell about you because you are the only one for my whole happiness in the world...first time I sawed you in the Nenjam Pesuthey serial... continuously I watched the serial that serial impress me a lot bcoz of your style, attitude, Expression, dressing sense etc....lot of things express me more... whenever I saw your any pics videos that time I thought I just want to see you in my life..I want to spend time with you...when will that lovely time??? I love your traveling photography...it's totally awesome....And your humble speech in interviews it's totally nice...that simplicity in you that I love very much....my love for you never fade... I love you I loved you I will love you forever ❤️ I just want to see you in more films and serials...that is the only way to make everyone happy... love you KKK💛🖤 KKK_hardfan

Dear Kunal sir I am Shreyashi, one of your biggest and craziest fan of yours. I don't know crazy word is suitable or not because I never done any crazy thing for my favourite hero or anyone. I really love every character you played. After so many years now I got a chance to see Remix. Now I'm watching the show. I love it. After Mohan Bhatnagar you came into our life as shaurya urmi sinha & Krishna Sikhawat. Though both characters came into our life for too short but it took place in our hearts. After this I always feel that now if you will back on screen, then you will be back with a bang, and you did it. You come back to our life as Mohit Naik Raikar. I am seriously speechless. From introduction to end you give justice to the character. Specially the breakdown scene in the last episode is mind blowing. I never think that someday Mohan Bhatnagar will somehow fade from my mind & heart and any other character took the place but yes now Mohit took the whole place of my heart & can't get over from him & I'm not complaining. A big congratulations for your debut in web series. I really love your eyes which speaks a lot & also your sharp nose & long messy hair. In onscreen when you cry, you made us cry. When you laugh you made us laugh. Your simplicity connect audience towards him. As Mohan says "simplicity me hi sundarta hay" Though this line said by Mohan but you in real life or reel life perfectly follow this. That's why we never feel that you act in a scene, it's so natural to us. Love you a lot. Your fan Shreyashi

First Time I saw you in Nenjam Pesuthey (NBTNMKK) I was really really really Obsessed with you... I don't know how to Express my words...Words can't describe my feelings for you...I hope Express my words well... Mohan Character was inspires me lots...Wowwww Your Acting and expressions killing us... You lived your character... Your Hard Work, Acting, Travelling, Photography, books Reading and Everything inspires me a lots... I leaned Many things from you...I love your personality, Simplicity, Calmness, humbleness, Childish Behaviour, Attitude and Everything...❤ You Impressed me With Your Magical Eyes - Wowwww Those Two Eyes are Express Many Words... 🙈You Messy Hairs - I just wanna to touch it... Your Sharp Nose Oops!!! Slanting Nose Love it😍 Your Magnetic Smile - That can help me Many Ways.. Your Body Language and Your Stylish Walk I Love it... Thank God for having a great person in the world...🙏 Whenever I feel like very Sad I just see your videos and photos.... It's just Cheer Me up well.. Because you are the person who kills all my pains and sorrow...You are My Pain killer of my all the problems...You are My Happiness...You are the Best...No One Can Ever Replace Your Place...You Having a Special Place in My Heart...❤ Love You...❤ I don't Know how much I love you...❤ Iam being Lucky to be Your Fan...❤ I just wanna to see you in big screen...Keep Rocking...😎 Stay Safe... kunalkarankapoorhugefan

Who is Kunal Karan Kapoor for me.

The one who despite of many characters in NBT grabs all the attention towards him. That attention is you Kunal Karan Kapoor. The one to who, I can’t explain in words. There must be number of fans, who feel the same. I am also one of them. There are three words that I feel define Kunal Karan Kapoor Humble - Genuine - Grounded. Whenever I watch his interviews and listen to him, my respect and love for him increase. The one who’s interviews always makes me happy and after watching those interviews, every time I find something interesting. That Happiness is you Kunal Karan Kapoor. The one who’s smile makes me happy in every situation. His smile is the reason of my smile. That reason is you Kunal Karan Kapoor. The first thought of the day is and the last thought of the day is you Kunal Karan Kapoor. I couldn’t say that he is my whole world but yes, he helps in making the world a better place. Keep spreading the positivity and keep inspiring many with your work. The one for whom a girl has no knowledge of Instagram, twitter and other social sites. But after watching his shows, made a fan page just to remain in touch with him. That change in me is you Kunal Karan Kapoor. The one, after seeing that he is liking everybody’s post except mine, makes me sad sometimes. But when he posts something new in his account. I forget everything and becomes happy again. That one sides “rotna & maan jana” is for you Kunal Karan Kapoor ❤️ From Saira with lots of love ❤️❤️❤️

Dear Kunal sir, I am a big fan of yours. I love your beautiful journey from Varun to Mohit. Your all characters are so close to my heart.I love your acting skills, the way you delivered your dialogue so natural.I always appreciate your works for your honest performance.I am so so so happy to see you as Mohit Naik Raikar after so long. Everyone is appreciating your work as Mohit Naik Raikar.Your works and dedication always make us feel proud .You inspires us not only as an actor but also as a traveller and photographer. As someone said, you and your camera always create magic together. You are a joy to be around and always making those around you even happier that's why your all friends like your company so much.You are precious. I love everything about you from looks to personality.If anything good happened to me during the lockdown, that was your live sessions. I love your all live sessions. Your smile is enough to make us smile.I can't Stop admiring you how much i love your work.Keep entertaining us with your talent.My feelings for you can never fit in such limited words.I will remain your fangirl forever and will always support you as your number 1 die heart fan. Lots and lots and lots of love......Aarti

You are not older -you are just more distinguished. Dear kunal, It is pure magic when you find some1 with a beautiful, kind soul. U have a captivating personality . Your interests n conversations n the atmosphere u create around them ... all of them is worth writing . Dear kunal, May ur coming year be filled with magic n dreams n good madness. I hope u read some fine books n kiss someone who thinks ur wonderful, n dont forget 2 make some art-act , write or draw or sing or live as only u can .. And I hope somewhere in the next year.. you surprise yourself. I'm so grateful dat u came in2 the world because u make my world better everyday. Loads of love n best wishes. Anu

Honestly, I don't know why but I have some emotional attachment with you.....though we are far miles away and have not met anytime,I have the feeling of heart to heart connection when I look at you...Bcoz you are the most amazing person on this planet I have ever seen in my life....your simple living, 'always smiling'😊☺️outfit which you always wear on your cute face gives me lot of energy to live happily in this stressful life ❤️😍...I always try to learn how to take risks and to get over through keeping your thoughts in my mind and believe me I always get through....so you are my direct and indirect biggest inspiration rather you are my ideal figure for me...the way you get connected to people not only through acting but with your down to earth Personality, kindness, generosity is the most amazing and precious qualities that can be rarely find in a person but you are undoubtedly on the top most level..and I am pretty sure that no one can beat this...no one😍...Apart from this....I always fell in love with your beautiful and damn expressive eyes, your top of the world cutest Smile and not least of all these that your unruly,messy but loved curly hair...💕💕...and all these feelings are from the moment I watched you and I was badly in search of a good platform from where I could have been share my true feelings,love and a lot of respect for YOU...You as a Simple and Sweet person, You as a Brilliant Versatile Actor,You as a complete Artist,You as a Best Photographer,You as a Best Traveller And You as Everything to me...You and only You....and I by my strong luck I found this platform most suitable where I just wanted to share what true feeling I have for you and for lifetime....and infact after life also 💕💜💞..... Sharvari Sathe

Kunal Karan Kapoor- A Ray Of Sunshine To All Fans Hi sir, Today, when I sat down to write down something for you as a token of appreciation as a fan, I found myself in shortage of words to express your personality and your brilliant performances as an Actor..... Kunal sir, you are unbelievably outstanding in each n every character you portray. Your amazing expressions in those angelic eyes speaks thousands words without speaking them.. I can only say, sir, you nail your's each n every performance with sheer perfection and emote with beauty and magnificence to bring life to the character's.. Your determination, ability to work hard n exploring new creative hobbies as traveling n photography have inspired a lot... KEEP GROWING SIR... BE BLESSED ALWAYS N FOREVER... LOADS OF RESPECT AND BEST WISHES...Suchismita Mishra

Kunal Sir...I am a big fan of yours because of your personality. Sir you are just awesome in every stage of acting specially your emotional scenes touches my heart ❤️❤️❤️ soo much... I am also like your photography & it's too good Sir 👌 👌 👌. You are the Superstar in my heart forever... Rinima Bharadwaj

DEAR KUNAL, I have never believed in love at first sight . I started believing it blindly since I first saw you on my television..It still feels so fresh the moment I saw you for the first time.. I guess you are a magician ...you mesmerized me completely that I can't take my eyes out of you and your acting....The love I have for you and your acting will never end ....I love all your performances ... specially as Mohan ...That's you who brought Mohan into life by your acting....This is what I love more when it comes to your acting ,. You just bring the character into life that it just sticks to viewers mind as a glue .... Recently I read many of your interviews ...and while reading I felt like I was talking to someone I really knew....THIS is the bond you create with your fans ..your simplicity and down to earth nature is making me kinda go crazy it's bringing more love for you in me. You ..as a person,as an actor you mean a lot to us (fans) I always proudly say that I'm a great fan of not only an actor but also of a person ..most beautiful person by heart .... And you look awesome when you smile....so keep smiling always ... Wish you reach great heights . LOVE YOU KUNAL KARAN KAPOOR..my super hero.... With love Swetha ♥️

Hi kUNAL ji❤, I would like to share my love with You. I saw you for the first time in NENJAM PEASUTHE ...The mind yearns to see you constantly. To this day, there is no limit to the love I have for you. Because of your acting ability... The words your eyes speak, Your subconscious smile, your cute voice, your polite speech, your beautiful heart of love all deepen the love hold over you...😇The one who roles the fans with your acting ability. Words cannot describe your acting ability to engage and act... If you do not give your series in tamil, I would never have felt you and your love. I just want to say that this is the greatest blessings I have received in my life...Heartfelt thanks to @karanbkapoor sir🙏Many thanks to you for giving him to this world and to us. You have to live with health and happiness sir...Kunal ji, I love all Your photography 📷 Everything is subtle. And the way you like it will be awesome. Your photos makes me even more. Sometimes you have been my teacher too. Because there is so much to learn from you. God's blessings will always be with you kunal ji✨. I pray to God that you live with the same smile, health, longevity forever. I am immensely glad that I am an ardent fan of yours. I still love you so much KUNALKARANKAPOOR ji❤ Gowse Michael

Dear Kunal, Since I have been watching your serials, videos and interviews, I have realized many things about you from those and I really admire you for all those qualities💕. I have noticed that you are a very decent, sober and shy person. You are very sweet and polite, but an introvert at the same time. I love your simplicity🤗 and your magnetic and dynamic personality🔥. Your lovely smile makes me want to smile.😍 The way you keep yourself busy with travelling💼, photography📷, reading📖 and music🎧, I too love doing all this. Your photography skills are superb and everytime you post, whatever it is, be it a picture clicked differently in a creative way, or a picture of the sky or of rains🌧, or anything, I always love it and the updates make me really happy even in the saddest of times.😊 Besides all this, I am sure that you are a very good son. I can see the beautiful bonding between you and your father in your pictures. God bless you both. Stay blessed always.With love ❤ Priya.

Kunal sir. I'm a big fan. I want to meet directly one time. And Na bole tum na maine kuch kaga is my favorite one. I watched this again and again only for ur different performance in one serial. 1. Love and caring family man 2.Type of Business man. 3.Rude vasu but same love for meena All r so superb. Especially most important of every husband and wife is Love. U r so cute and handsome reaction for the series.. U r the only person suits the character Mohan bhatnagar. My hero. Have a wonderful year ahead💓💓💓 @sowmimayilsamy

Kunal is like an anaconda. He just surrounds us by his innocent gestures and then start to tighten up with his acting skills. He was one of the few actors who could perform any character in effortless manner. Nenjam pesuthey was my fav of his tv series. I would be happy if he could do a movie in tamil. There were many fans waiting for that moment (including me). Praveen De @crazyking_at_bluezone

Kunal is an expression king. He knows very well how to steal heart of the viewers.. He occupying full heart and our memories whenever we think about him some happiness surrounded us and make us smile... Sometimes his eyes become drug to forget everything and only thing about him... I like his nose very much and his hair eyebrows everything... Whenever he gets angry his eyes shrinks and his look so wow..😍😍😍😍His humor sense was outstanding... If I had an apportunity to meet him that's my most memorable day in my life... And I surely get a tight hug from him that's how much I love him... I wanted him to come back in any show... No one can replace his place in my heart memory phn and even my password... ❤❤Happy happy happy to my sweetheart❤❤❤❤❤... evlo per kunal apro vandhalum no one can replace his place in my heart memory phn and even my password ❤️❤️ kunal is an expression king ....he knows very well how to steal heart of the viewers...he occupying full heart and our memories whenever we think about him some happiness surrounded us and make us smile ....sometimes his eyes becomes drug to forget everything and only think about him _Dev @_devil_corpse

MY JOURNEY WITH KUNAL KARAN KAPOOR One day when I was watching one of our regional channel I came across a serial ‘MOUNAMELANOYI’ means ‘WHY THIS SILENCE DEAR’. I got attracted to the male character Mr.Mohan Bhatnagar. At that point of time I don’t know nothing about him even his original name. Then unfortunately due to unknown reasons the serial has been stopped in the midway. So I started searching for the serial in Hindi where I came across this great show of an unusual love story NBTNMKK. First I became a very big fan of Mohan. It’s through Mohan I came to Know about Kunal Karan Kapoor. A big thanks to Mohan who introduced me to KKK. Mohan taught me two things through his character. First is ‘Never give up’ and the second one is the unconditional and flawless love. I started watching all his other shows and his interviews with his co-star Akanksha Singh. Kunal is a versatile actor who has shown versatility in all his characters.I love his negative character as Angad Yadav with paan in his mouth. I loved Yudi in LRL. I fell in love with Madonna. He is sooo beautiful and lovely. And the best part is the suicide scene. I get goosebumps whenever I watch it. He has portrayed it sooo well.

Kunal Karan Kapoor expressions are simple superb. He has a good talent Of expressing his feelings, emotions, anger and love with his eyes. It’s a God given talent where nobody can do it. I love Shaurya in DAK. Inspector Krishna Shekhawat in WAS Varun in Remix. Amrik Singh in RSB. Sukhi Singh in Maayka. Monty in MMDB. Lawyer Subhash in a Music album ADDA. As a deaf and mute parent in Pregakem AD, and he has done a voice over for the show Bhindi. I am also a big fan of his photography. He is an amazing photographer. I love him not only as an amazing and flawless actor but also as person. I love his respect towards women in his life. He is sooo humble, honest and down to earth.He has taken a long gap that I was desperately and eagerly waiting for his come back. He came like a roaring lion with a WEBSERIES called THE RAIKAR CASE as Mohit Naik Raikar. Now I am sooo emotionally attached to Mohit that gives tears in my eyes. Kunal has portrayed it sooo well with his expressions and his flawless acting.

On August 22nd 1982 a shining star was born who has changed my life and whom I lovingly call him Kunal Beta. Vadlapudi Latha

Kunal Karan Kapoor sir.... I am you are big fan and I am watching one show of yours. In that one show your acting, romance, angry and crying. It was so awesome its none other than na bole Tum show. It was so awesome....not only in show Really ur looking so handsome.... My only one wish not only mine this is all ur fans wish also that is we all want to meet you and take one pic with you this is silly wish that know but this was the wish from ur all fans. Sir live healthy and happy.... We all want to see you again in many shows.... Kunal karan kapoor fans are waiting. KunalKaranKapoorfc

I really happy writeup the message with special person Kunalji. First time I see the Kunalji in Na Bole Tum Na Maine Kuch Kaha {nenjam pesuthe}promo.That time I was too young in 8th class I totally addicted with Kunalji in first look I know Kunalji is best actor in every scene the performances is so well and mind blowing actor in Tellywood industry. The Kunalji is negative role in Na Bole Tum (part 2) is powerful act. The Kunalji eyes is so powerful talk with many things. I love kunalji eyes, hair, smile, voice and everything. Kunalji is amazing and my most favorite person. I see the Kunalji face really change the mood and automatically smile come to my face. You are something I cannot describe with words you are my everything proudly I say I am your biggest fan By your heartly fan ANGEL

Hi kunal Karan Kapoor sir(chociii boy), I am from Tamilnadu. I am Ur biggest fan Na Bole Tum Na maine kuch kaha series in Tamil dubbed NENJAM PESUTHE serial... I am watch only that serial because you... I am always your biggest fan... Your smile, cute look, style, bike style, romance, love failure looking, your speech, your plain kiss, you tell Tamil vanakam, romantic, etc... I love that all... KKK fans again watch for u please come to series... All fans waiting for that beautiful moment... I watched Ur all serial because I love u more more more.... Deepak

Hii kunal karan kapoor sir...🔥🔥🔥 your my most favorite person and actor forever sir....☺️☺️keep smiling always.... Stay blessed and live long with full of happiness...always keep rocking sir....😘😘 waiting to see u on screen again with awesome new project sir❤ ...All the best for everything in your life... I am die hard fan of yours.. from Chennai... you are the only person who I love the most in this world..I don't know the reason why ...❤️ when I am was 12 years old 1st time I seen you in nenjam pesuthey (2013) on pomiler TV... I was really obsessed with you...there are no words to tell you how much I love you.... ❤️❤️❤️❤️ I most addicted to mohan character❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️..... you are amazing...I don't know how to explain my words... words can't Express my feelings for you... you are my most inspired person in world.. my biggest dream is to see you at least once in my life time 🔥🔥❤️❤️.. you are the best...spiderman... no can replace your place...😘😘...I love your expressions,talent,simplicity,travelling, etc.. you are the bestest human being in the world...❤️❤️❤️ specially I love your eyes, hair... I love everything... I would love to support for u... I will there for u... my love forever for u... love you the most.. you are my most favorite person in the world....❤️❤️❤️ After na bole tum serial... I loved to see u on doli armaanon ki and woh apna sa in 2018 serial.... sir u have do both the serial awesome and amazing...❤❤😘😘 then in 2020 we loved to see u on screen in THE RAIKAR CASE series. One of the best one I have never seen❤ i love it it's amazing ...😍😍...It's is a differend type family secret web series even full of secrets and thriller and so much interesting 🔥🔥🔥

Kunal karan kapoor sir is always king of expression 🔥🔥❤❤no one can replace his acting forever🤩🤩 It's awesome and amazing acting of kunal sir❤❤ I love his acting ❤🔥🔥🤩🤩 he is best actor 😍😍 MOHIT NAIK RAIKAR 🔥🔥 he done his role awesome I am waiting for season 2🤗🤗 sir .... kunal sir all ur funs r waiting to see u in on screen again with a awesome and amazing project ❤❤ we all ur funs r waiting very eagerly sir❤❤❤..❤❤ Subasri from Chennai

Kunal Karan Kapoor is the person who talks with eyes, rather than words.Whenever he is in certain character it doesn’t feel like he is acting. Everything looks soo real. Whenever he is acting happy/sad or crying or with any other co-stars, he is just perfect. His photography inspires me alot. How can anyone be soo perfect, it’s amazing...I wish to God, no evil eye wud ever bother you and you get whatever you wishes for. With lots and lots of love. Neha

After nbt I have seen many other shows and movies... But the impact a good show has on you is quiet long lasting that I only celebrate mohan megha and their love for these many years... I've become such like that when people say my name immediately the nearby one addresses as Mohan meena(megha) mental 🤭 looks funny but it has that impact on me... I still look ahead for a bit of Mohan in all the males I happen to meet... I see him as a father, brother, friend, betterhalf, well-wisher and many more... And what else... I may not have met him but he is a part of my life in each and every phase of it... Secondly kunal is a step ahead of mohan... If I want a life partner like mohan I want a friend like kunal... He is such an inspiration for everyone... In the way he lives... Who lives a life of his dreams... Only very few... Other do a job and live a life of others choice... He acts for profession according to his wish... Travels and clicks everything for his passion and enjys it too..And hence he is always loved and is an inspiration for everyone either on screen or off screen... Hence he is the best person one could ask for... I wish he always has this happiness and peace throughout his life... Wishing him a very happy birthday 🎂 ❤️ 💐 With lots of love. Janani @_._kunaksha__fandom_._

Hi Kunal sir... I'm Sowbarnika... I'm a big fan of you.. For the time I saw you in nenjam pesuthe (na bole tum na meina kuch kaga)... U r such an amazing actor... There will be no need of any dialogue for Bcz ur eyes itself enough... U didn't acted u lived as those characters... I watched ur web series #theraikarcase ur acting was mind blowing.... Really u r eyekiller...Whenever I see ur picture or hear anything about u will automatically bring a blush n smile on my face... Ur smile n voice is the only thing which makes me glad n relaxed whenever I feel sad or alone... U r an energy booster n my inspiration of mine... I love ur photographies... There is no words to express my feelings... Not only me there are lots of fan for u in South India especially in Tamil Nadu... Please sir do one South Indian film... It's a biggest request from ur Tamil fans. Love u a lotsss.. Like every Kunal fans I also have a dream to meet u... I wish this yr will bring u full of success and happiness.. Always be happy handsome. Keep rocking... We all are waiting to see u onscreen soon... Wish u a very happy B-Day in advance.... Keep smiling n spread positive vibes through ur smile... Lub u a lottttt my dr handsome chocoboy.... kunaaksha._.addictz

Kunal oh god, you are so handsome. I remember the first time I saw you on tv that was like in nbtnmkk, My God you totally nailed the performance and I did not even know your name until this quarantine, which gave me this opportunity to watch your lovable series again. Nbtnmkk the role you’ve played makes me wanna have a love story like that. Akanksha is so lucky to have had a co actor like you ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ Man, I don’t know if you know you are a pure gold. So pure I wish you great life ahead man, but I am sorry I haven’t gotten enough time to see The Raikar Case, as I have been preparing for medical entrance, but I promise you I will watch it asap ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ and ya you’re gold. you are every freaking jewellery. Hope you will find your soulmate soon Kunal sir. From Nepal ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ Your greatest fan @pr4nita

நான் உன்னை திரையில் கண்ட நாள் முதல் என் கண் இமைகளில் புகுந்து விட்டாய் 😘 காதல் என்ற உணர்வை எந்தன் இதயத்தில் உன் கண்களால் இயற்றிவிட்டாய் எனது கனவுக்கு காரணம் நீ என் காதலுக்கு அடையாளம் நீ 😘😘இன்னும் வார்த்தைகள் இல்லை நீ என் வாழ்க்கையின் எல்லை உன்னை தேடி வந்து சந்திப்பதே என் லட்சியம் 🥰🥰🥰i love u kunal -

You entered my eyes since the day I saw you on screen You lighted up /made the feeling of love in my heart by your eyes.. Reason behind my dream is you... Symbol of my love is you.. Words are less You are the limit of my life.. My ambition is to come and meet you.. I LOVE YOU kunal - Janani Arumugam

What should i say about you...for now i will only say that my love for you(Kunal) is more than the amount of water an ocean can hold and also more than vastness of the blue sky. I pray from the core of my heart that you forever remain untouched by any problem and you always happy in your life 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹- Tanuja Dash (@tanujadash022)

Mr. Kunal Karan Kapoor... My friends and I became a huge huge fan of you after watching " Naa Bole Tum Na Maine Kuch Kaha " serial which was telecast in Tamil... There was not even a single day which went without speaking about you, during those school days. You captured our heart, SpiderMan❤️ Thank you so much for adding a charming chapter in my boring schoolhood. Wishing you all the happiness in the world. Wishing you a very happy birthday... With love, Aarthy @aarthy_chandran

Mr Kunal Karan Kapoor... I first saw him play Cadet Yudi Sahni in LRL and even though that has been his only show I watched him acting in...I knew from the first time that he was a very capable and amazing actor. The way he expresses through his eyes and tries to do justice to every role is commendable. I also saw him in the Raikar Case and can absolutely say he is a brilliant actor. His poise, his dialogue delivery, his ability to breath life into the characters he plays his remarkable. Yudi although was not the main focus on LRL...one can't help but smile at his impish charms and his childlike antics and innocence which was so precious and pure. His character development in Lrl from a determined yet lost young man to a confident, focused solider is worth mentioning. Yudi played by KKK really comes in his own by the end of lrl season 1. Also in real life Kunal sir seems a very genuine, polite, well mannered and courteous man ...all such admirable and precious qualities..I heard in an iv of Rajeev Khandelwal sir that Kunal sir used to have alot of fun with other on lrl sets and was a prankster. To sum up I'd say...I would love to watch of all his acting as he is one of the promising actors of our generation✨Yudi was definitely one of the most endearing and charming characters i saw on itv all thanks to Kunal sir. Hope he keeps doing good work like he does😀✨Also his comic timing in lrl was off the charts...so good😀😁...he was so entertaining and hilarious as " Madonna" and he never looked prettier😅😁🤣but jokes aside he rightfully deserves all the praise for his acting ability and For being the charismatic and mysterious gentleman he is😊 Amisha @leftrightleftfanpage

Hai Kunal sir. I'm your biggest fan from TamilNadu. I like your acting in NenjamPesuthe. It was so cute as like you. You are an expression king.please Comeback...My heart is getting stealed while watching you ...everything u have was outstanding acting especially anger and naughtiness makes me to become an addict...I wish u have a long life and be happy forever and ever ...continued your process until everyone become tired of describing you ...I wish to see you in front of my eyes in the birthday eve ...once visit tamilnadu and announce the good news soon we were eagerly waiting for that day to take selfie with you ,forget to go home some kinds of dreams to be fulfilled when u visit tamilnadu...Your eyes speaks more than your voice ...depth in your acting makes everyone to fall in love with easily... ❤_ nivetha_N @nivetha_nagendiren)

As we are coming close to celebrate the birthday of our Kunal Karan Kapoor let me talk about the Character Cadet Yadhuvansh Sahni he played in the show LEFT RIGHT LEFT. It’s one of my favourite character that he gave reel life. This character has his weakness. It’s not that YUDI did not know his weakness but it was difficult for him to accept them. He wanted to change become like others and compared himself to others and felt inferior. But the day he accepted his weakness his life changed. He could make those his strength. My favourite scene was his talk with Shalini after he tries to commit suicide. One could see the confidence in him. This character taught me that it’s important to accepts one’s weakness and one can convert them into strength. CADET YUDI THAUGHT ME THAT IT’S IMPORTANT THAT YOU FIRST ACCEPT YOURSELVES THE WAY YOU ARE. THANK YOU ROCKSTAR KUNAL KARAN KAPOOR FOR BRINGING YUDI INTO OUR LIVES AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY IN ADVANCE. Belicia

First of all ..i thank to kunal ..bcoz he give more friends 🤗🤗 and they are support my drawings ...my first ever crush is kunal ..it may so many serial actors here but i still luv only kunal ji 😘😘 ...and his acting is mesmerizing still i can't forget nbtnmkk ...one of my Fav character is mohan ..and he is very romantic and lovable person..please stay with us and my more blessings to u for lift in your life above and above ...and last you are my ever ever ever crush in my life ..i can't give your place for anyone 😍😍😍😘😘😘😘😘 - Abarna

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