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fangirlvibez · 1 year

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The Bradshaw son and Seresin daughter - introduction

Characters: Bradley Bradshaw x female!OC Madison Ella Hanscott, Son!OC Nicolas Peter Bradshaw, Jake Seresin x female!OC Quinn Kelsell, Daughter!OC Hazel Alexandra Seresin, Son!OC Benjamin Jacob Seresin

Warnings: in this chapter: mention of (teenage) pregnancy, pregnancy difficulties, Navy inaccuracy. (Let me know if I forgot a warning)

Summary of the story: The 16 year old daughter of Jake Seresin gets pregnant. The dad: the 18 year old son of Bradley Bradshaw. How will the dads react to their kids becoming teen parents?

A/N: English is not my first language, so if there is any spelling or grammar errors: please let me know

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Introducing the families

✈️ Name: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

✈️ Birthday: June 27, 1984

✈️ Nationality: American

✈️ Gender: male

✈️ Profession: Naval Aviator

✈️ Husband to Madison Ella Hanscott

✈️ Father to Nicolas Peter Bradshaw

✈️ He and Madison met at the navy base in 2020, 1 year after the dagger mission.

✈️ Madison was there for a documentary about the Navy troughout the years, Bradley was one of the people Madison interviewed.

✈️ Bradley asked her out on the last day of shooting the documentary.

✈️ After 2 years of dating, the couple got married on July 10, 2022. 9 months later Nicolas Peter Bradshaw was born.

✈️ Bradley has a good bond with his son and is very found of the idea of his son becoming a naval aviator like he is.

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📓 Name: Madison Ella Hanscott

📓 Birthday: March 5, 1991

📓 Nationality: American

📓 Gender: female

📓 Profession: writer and TV journalist

📓 Wife to Bradley Bradshaw

📓 Mother to Nicolas Peter Bradshaw

📓 She and Bradley met at the navy base in 2020, 1 year after the dagger mission when Madison was in charge of a documentary about the Navy.

📓 She is best friends with Quinn Kelsell.

📓 She is a very busy person and does a lot of overwork.

📓 Her and Bradley decided to buy Sparky for Nick when he was 16. It was around the time both her and Bradley were both very busy with their jobs and they didn’t want Nick to feel alone in his home.

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🏈 Name: Nicolas Peter Bradshaw

🏈 Birthday: April 9, 2023

🏈 Nationality: American

🏈 Gender: male

🏈 Profession: Naval academy student

🏈 Son to Bradley Bradshaw and Madison Ella Hanscott

🏈 Boyfriend to Hazel Alexandra Seresin

🏈 Nick used to play football in high school but stopped to focus on getting into the naval academy.

🏈 His best friend is his dog Sparky

🏈 His dads opinion is very important to him.

🏈 He is named after his grandad and his dads godfather.

🏈 He fell in love with Hazel when she came knocking on her door. She was wearing a sundress and crying about her first date standing her up. Nick was 17 and Hazel was 15. Nick took her out and slowly fell in love with his best friend.

🏈 Nobody knows they are together because they don’t want it to be weird between their parents if they ever break up.

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✈️ Name: Jake “Hangman” Seresin

✈️ Birthday: November 17, 1987

✈️ Nationality: American

✈️ Gender: male

✈️ Profession: Naval Aviator

✈️ Husband to Quinn Kelsell

✈️ Father to Hazel Alexandra Seresin and Benjamin Jacob Seresin

✈️ He and Quinn met at a Bradshaw party in 2021. With Jake being Bradley’s best friend and Quinn being Madisons best friend it was bound to happen for them to meet.

✈️ They dated for 3 years before getting married on December 27, 2024.

✈️ Jake comes from a big family and wanted to have a big family like his own.

✈️ He is very over protected of Hazel and Benjamin.

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🩺 Name: Quinn Kelsell

🩺 Birthday: January 24, 1992

🩺 Nationality: American

🩺 Gender: female

🩺 Profession: doctor

🩺 Wife to Jake Seresin

🩺 Mother to Hazel Alexandra Seresin and Benjamin Jacob Seresin

🩺 She and Jake met at a Bradshaw party in 2021.

🩺 Quinn comes from a small family but wanted to have a big one of her own.

🩺 She and Jake wanted to have more kids after Benjamin, but the doctors said it could be dangerous for Quinns body to have more. That’s when they decided to just having two kids.

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📚 Name: Hazel Alexandra Seresin

📚 Birthday: August 2, 2025

📚 Nationality: American

📚 Gender: female

📚 Profession: High School student

📚 Daughter to Jake Seresin and Quinn Kelsell

📚 Girlfriend to Nicolas Peter Bradshaw

📚 Sister to Benjamin Jacob Seresin

📚 Hazel isn’t sure yet about what she wants to do after high school so she focuses mostly on her studies.

📚 She fell in love with Nick a month after he took her out after her first date stood her up. Nick was playing with Sparky on the beach while she was reading on her towel.

📚 She cares about what people think of her and can get quite emotional at times.

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🛹 Name: Benjamin Jacob Seresin

🛹 Birthday: September 16, 2027

🛹 Nationality: American

🛹 Gender: male

🛹 Profession: High School student

🛹 Son to Jake Seresin and Quinn Kelsell

🛹 Younger brother to Hazel Alexandra Seresin

🛹 Benjamin loves skateboarding

🛹 He is close to his sister

🛹 When the Bradshaw family went on vacation or went away for the weekend, Benjamin was in charge if Sparky.

🛹 He wants to be a doctor like his mom.

🛹 Benjamin is named after his grandad and his own dad.

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shadowofameow · 4 months

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A silly dream I had today

I had a dream where a supermarket had 4 protectors, one for each side. These protectors were large robots who could change their hands into various weapons and they depending on their personality would kill the humans or take them hostage down a 5 year long staircase (it was a circle). Near the 1 door was the orange, circle one he was the most friendly and never killed or harmed any humans and would always take them down the stairs which he ardently cleaned. If the door was the front to the left side was blue he was basically leonardo from tmnt and kinda boring. He was 50/50 on the killing. In the back was the purple one (they all had distinct shapes I just can't remember them). He just stayed in his lab and studied the volcano (the supermarket was on a island volcano). And then to the right side was the red rectangle one he would always kill and torture all the humans and later bring the corpses to the stair as storage. Anyway I did not want to die or do the walk of doom, so I befriended the orange one and convinced him their is a better way. Then it was rather easy to get blue on my side with orange and convincing him the active volcano right under the supermarket could explode at any instant and kill the others and him. Then I went over to red alone and while he was activly trying to murder me tried to convince him to not. But this is where I learned the robots used human blood to not overheat and he needed it the most as he did the most transforming his hand into other weapons. So, I convinced him oil exists and that once we leave I will start a goverment where he can work in the army killing as many humans as he wants (yes I am always a little chaos demon I my dreams who commits many crimes) then I sent him to join his brother off in the store somewhere and went to see the purple one. When I entered the lab a bottle filled with mystirious liquid fell on me and made me grow wings and increase my base stats .then I convinced him by saying we can get everyone of the dangerous island away from the volcano (which he had been trying to do for a while). So they assembled a car and gathered the remaining humans then the volcano started to erupt. Think minecraft lava it started from purple's lab and was spreading slowly troughout the store. So with the bots already preparing to leave I told the humans to get everything they needed like food, clothes or personal belongings. But of coarse they did nothing so I got red to take them to see the lava, they started to get things but it was too late to get much. So we all got in the car except me and orange, as we were the only ones able to fly we took turns carrying a large wooden board above the car for when we got the ocean. (note alot of things have been shortened for ease of reading including the stubborness of the humans in doing nothing) And before I woke up I sat onthe top of the car with all the bots on the ocean and said "I wish we didn't bring the humans with us." as we floated off in to the sunset. Then I thought this might be a good mini-book to write. It was then I realised this was just murder drones, rescue bots(transformers), and teenage mutant ninga turtles combined with me in it with the place of intrest being a supermarket. ouf

By the way I forgot to say but the stairs led to a old crazy man who was sending them orders.

#my dreams #dream #murder drones #rescue bots #transformers #tmnt #long reads #long post #supermarket #i had went around the supermarket mulitple times before i tried to befriend them

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eldragon-x · 9 months

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I'm aware that the mlp: fim binge watch last year was slowly rotting my brain troughout nine seasons and caused me to have very heated opinions on discord's character development but I'll never understand people who are/were upset by alicorn twilight. shes got wings now isnt that cool.

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waves-of-heat · 10 months

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Sometimes you meet the perfect strangers. You don’t meet them here, tough. You don’t meet then where you currently are, cause nobody’s really a stranger there. Those are the people that are part of your everyday life. Your commute to work, your grocery shopping. No. You don’t know them. That’s one thing. But you might cross them on a daily.

The perfect stranger though, is someone you have never seen before. Someone you meet far away from where you’re settled. On your trip abroad, vacation, journey or while hunting for a new life. And that’s what’s so perfect about them.

I’ve met my perfect stranger on vacation too. From the first day an imaginary force had dragged him to me, which I kind of ignored. Not on purpose, I just didn’t see it. Because like, when you’re on vacation, in the begginning, your mind still goes back to where you left off at home. work. responsibilities. stress. guilt of not knowing to shut your head off and then guilt of shutting your head of once you finally manage, cause you feel like you shouldn’t. and this goes on in circles for some time, right? Took a couple of days before the sun, sea breeze and margaritas lifted the smog of off my brain and I could see a world around me a bit clearer.

That’s when I noticed. And I liked that. I liked that there was something. I just don’t really know what that was. You see, I have a boyfriend of 6 years who I love more then my life. So it wasn’t love. Attraction? Maybe, but not like major movie or rock band crushes I used to have troughout my life.

It was something different. Something about him that made me stop for a while and think. And I never really think about other guys. I though about how he’s effortles in making fun of me. How good of a dancer he is. How other girls are going crazy for him and he stays so humble. How he’s stopping by at my sunbed anyways. I wanted him as a friend. And I wanted to tell him he deserves the world because that’s how it felt to me.

See, the irony is I’ve only known him for a few short sunny days. I don’t know why I felt like this, I don’t really make friends easily. I don’t even really like people that much, or getting to know them. And saying I got to know him is actually far beyond, as I didn’t. But I felt like I really wanted. And I felt like I wanted to keep in touch.

This perfect stranger has brought out something within me and I don’t think it was coincidence. I was an absolute dead-man walking being so frustraded about my job, stressing about life, being scared of future, of people judging me.

I think he doesn’t know. But he lit a little light in me by how spontaneous his life was, which gave me hope. I suddenly got my spark back, kind of, just by watching him. I felt like I was searching for his presence and his presence fueled me. He liked me. The guy everyone liked, liked me. I must be pretty cool then, right?

He wanted to spend time with me even though I didn’t party, I didn’t dance around him like other girls did. And he’s here. I must be kinda intersting then, maybe not as boring as I tought at least.

He looked at me in a way. In a way I could never return. But hey, I must be kind of special then.

This perfect stranger has reminded me of those things. The things that my boyfriend showed me long time ago. The things he has been reminding me of ever since. But it just became so rutinious I kinda stopped taking it seriously. Even though they weren’t only words, they were actions too. I was just ungrateful. I became resistant to it. It baceme a habit, not something I took to my heart anymore.

Did I need this perfect stranger to remind me? To show me that even thousands miles away from home someone who barely knows me and can’t even speak fluently to me can think that I am special?

I thought the same thing about him. In a bit different way tho. But I did. And I hope I reminded him of the what he may forgot he is just as much as he reminded me.

This is not a love story, no no! Not at all. I found my love a long time ago. This is a story about people who you meet, and they touch you. And you might not even know why, but they leave a permanent mark on you. And you feel like you’re connected even tough they’re strangers. And that’s what’s so perfect about them.

#words words words #writers and poets #beautiful words #writing #perfect strangers #writer on tumblr #relationship #random toughts #short story #self love #words

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oldwriters-blog · 2 years

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Why do I write?

A writer has a great deal of sleepless nights. At least the ones I heard and read about. In one of those nights, as Leonard Cohen somber voice is singing in the background, I started to write these words. A question was on my mind all day long. Why do I write? It’s a simple question. Direct. Very honest. But I am afraid my answer is going to be rather complex.

I don’t really remember a time where I didn’t want to write. As long as I remember, I wanted to become a writer. It was a long journey, of about 30 years, which finally brought me there. But why do I need to write. Quite honestly, I don’t really know why. It is something deep inside of me, something that was always there. No matter what else I did in my life. And I tried to avoid it for a very long time. I always seem to come to the same point. So I asked myself that question today. I’ve been writing on and off for about over 30 years now. Mostly poems and stories. Still struggling with the „big one“, my first novel, my first book. But that’s another story.

Anyway, I tried to get tothe bottom of this, to the essence of my writing. I always liked words, and admired a simple but well crafted use of them, in almost every shape or form. I also absolutely love stories. Before I even was a writer I was a reader first. Reading was my first love, I always did pretty well in school, so reading was my guilty pleasure. A way of procrastinating, and avoiding school tasks I didn’t like. I still love the feeling when you are able to lose yourself in a story, forget about time and place. And just be in this one moment. So I think this is also my main reason why I write. To try to create this one beautiful moment. The perfect connection, between a sheet of paper, the pen and myself. Sounds a bit oversimplified. And that’s where the words come in play.

It’s hard to describe what actually happens. I don’t think any writer fully understands how he/she does it. Maybe we are also afraid, the magic will disappear, if we call its name out loud. For me it feels like a connection to something bigger, deeper, then myself, my consciousness or even the world itself. When I was younger it felt like something, or somebody putting their hand on my shoulder. And the words just started to flow. A muse, or maybe something more divine? I really couldn’t tell you. As I grew older, I learned to appreciate the control over my own words. I still feel conected, but I am aware that I write the words. Even when sometimes it really feels like they are writing me.

I enjoy putting them together often enough surprised what comes out when I am finished. And maybe that is my most important reason, I am a reader. I want to know what happens next. I want to enjoy the words. Not in an arrogant way, running around full of my own importance. If ever, I always was a humble writer, secretly hoping somebody will like my words, but never sure. I want to read the story, see where it will take me. Look at, and touch the words. I always read the entire work imediately after I am done. I want to get a feeling for the words. Sometimes if I feel the words are really good, and I like them, it feels like a ping. A small vibration in my soul, my gut. Like a sonar of a ship. Then I know that it’s really good. It’s a rare moment, but it happens. Then I lean back, and I am satisfied. I don’t feel tired or worried. After the writing is done I always feel great. Full of energy, like after a good night of sleep. A great feeling. But that’s not why I write.

In the end, I think iz comes to a very basic human need. Need for stories. Need to feel something. The good and the ugly.

As David Memet once said, „…we were sitting around the fire, in a cave. Then somebody started to tell a story, and suddenly we weren’t afraid of the dark anymore…“ I am paraphrasing here. But it is evident troughout our history, that there is a human need for stories. Stories which makes us feel something, reminding us that we are alive. And not afraid of the dark and unknown night for a moment. Because we have our storytellers.

I am always deeply honored if those words I wrote, touch a reader. Make them feel that we are not alone. That somebody walked the same paths before us, and will continue to do so long after we are gone. So as another great storyteller once said: „…let us pass a leisure hour in storytelling, and our story shall be the education of our heroes…“

Did you ever ask yourself why do you write? What are your reasons? Happy to hear about it and if you reach out.

This blogpost was typewritten on a SHARP PA-1050 typewriter.

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sar-per · 2 years

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Tea and Tragedies

So I finally wrote and finished this. A true sign that miracles happen.

Wordcount: ~3.8

Content warnings: Major character death, metioned/implied homophobia, insecurities

Summary:

Moving in with the person he loved may not have been his brightest idea

Or, Daichi’s and Suga’s love story troughout the years

Also on AO3

They were 18 when they moved in together.

Maybe it wasn’t Daichi’s brightest idea, moving in with a person born of chaos that had also stolen his heart, but he never claimed to make great decisions. Especially not where Suga’s involved.

And he had expected some conflicts. He was sure that the late-night shower performance would lose its charm eventually, at the latest during exam season. (It never really did. Suga got in the habit of singing quieter songs when he knew Daichi needed his sleep. It was terribly endearing, really).

Daichi had not expected to return to the apartment with the last of their groceries being made into chili pudding or that anyone thought that yogurt belonged in pudding.

“It’s nearly cute how you think your intimidation will work on me, now try the damn pudding. It’s really not all that bad”, Suga said, the work surface looking like a mess and a pout on his face.

Daichi learned two things that day:

He couldn’t really say no to Suga anymore.

At least not the version of him that stood in the kitchen, the last light of the day spilling in from the kitchen window, with homemade food in hand and a glint in his eyes.

Chili pudding made by Suga is the worst thing he may ever have eaten.

Daichi had never been a particularly picky person when it came to food. Honestly he only learned how to cook because instant ramen lost the bit of flavor it had after eating it every day for months. (He is very much aware that you can add things into it to make it more bearable, but his thirteen year old self very much didn’t.)

So he took over cooking duty after the pudding fiasco. As much as Suga claimed he wouldn’t do such a thing again, the way he laughed between every other word made it very unconvincing (and very endearing. Sometimes Daichi would start the argument again just to see the way amusement brightened his whole face.

It was definitely worth far more than the stomach issues he had for days after trying the pudding.)

It wasn’t even that he particularly enjoyed cooking. Quite the opposite, really. It was boring and it took forever and he hated the steam it produced. But there weren’t really any other options, so he dutifully pulled up recipes he knew weren’t too bad every day and cooked.

Which went well for about four days before Suga interjected.

Daichi did know that he at least knew the basics of cooking – he had eaten too often at Suga’s not to – but he also knew he liked to experiment. And they were college students who could not really afford that. At all.

But that Friday had been a long day and it was surprisingly easy to cook with Suga by his side.

Yes, it was frustrating to have his recipes not followed. The steps were out of order and there was too much cardamom in it but it was easy. It was so easy to talk and laugh and rant with the other boy pressed close to his side (the kitchen was small. Maybe not small enough to warrant their physical proximity, but Daichi wouldn’t complain, even as Suga’s bony shoulder dug into him.

It was warm, even though it was winter and their heater was malfunctioning since that morning).

(Suga had definitely snuck in chili flakes when he wasn’t looking.

He couldn’t find it in him to complain about that either.

Spending Valentines together wasn’t a choice, but born out of convenience. That was what Daichi would claim, at the very least, and Suga hadn’t debunked him. Which wasn’t shocking really, seeing as they were just friends and roommates who were single. And if they spend the day baking muffins, with quiet conversations and loud laughs, that was between the two of them.

(Of course Suga put chili flakes in his chocolate muffins. “Daichi, please, everyone knows they complement one another'', he said, hand on his hip and dough on his fingertip, “why else would fancy chocolate have it?”

“Because rich people love wasting money on weird things, especially with food”

“Just because you hate caviar and think it’s overpriced doesn’t mean every expensive food is bad, Daichi. You eat that expensive shoyu ramen too much to claim that”

“Don’t you dare bring Takumi’s Ramen into this”)

(The muffins turned out slightly burned, if they were being honest.

But Daichi wasn’t planning on being particularly honest that day. Not about his feelings, or the burned chocolate muffins, or how the chili really did fit into it.)

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They were 19 when they got together.

Drunken Valentines were apparently honest ones. It honestly didn’t start out as anything special, as much as Asahi had made fun of him for even spending the last Valentines with Suga and not making a move (it had seemed impossible, they were friends after all. And yeah he knew that Suga wasn’t straight, and he had seen the intense look it his eyes when he came out to him, but he had always assumed it was just..a result of coming out.

He remembered when he came out and he knew it was never really a pleasant experience. Not in today’s world at the very least. The threat of being rejected just always seemed bigger than the hope).

So they got drunk together, complaining about professors and unfairly in love couples and the price of chocolate.

They could’ve waited a day to make chocolate chip muffins but that didn’t seem right. How they had ended up making baking muffins a tradition (much less slightly burning them) was still unclear to Daichi, but he had started buying chocolate on some days.

(He would say that they were random days, but he has never been a good liar.

But he couldn’t help it. Sometimes, when they were cooking late or when the sun hit Suga’s smile in just the right angle or when he woke up for breakfast there was just too much love in him to not do so. Moving in together was his downfall and he went gladly for all the small moments he would hold close.)

“Y’know”, he slurred eventually, cuddled up between Suga and the arm rest of their couch, “it’s kinda impressive how you get dough into your hair every time we do this”

“It’s kinda impressive how you talk during every movie we have watched ever”, comes a muffled response. Daichi can kinda feel the words being said against the side of his chest, in that muffled, comfy-drunk way.

“Y’say that like you’ve been watching it at all”

“You can’t prove I didn’t, you drunk”

“Ok, first of all, your face’s been literally pressed into me for most of that movie-”

“Not exactly my fault someone insisted on watching a horror movie”

“ Second of all, I’m not the only drunk and you drank way more than me”

He felt the huffed laugh even trough his shirt. He could picture the face the other man was making.

It gave him goosebumps.

“Well I can just hold my liquor better than you”

This made Daichi laugh. Not in the quiet way Suga had and he doubts Suga can even hear the TV over it.

What he does know is that he can’t stop laughing, not when he feels Suga hitting his chest in mock offense or when he gets poked in his sides. Or maybe it’s the alcohol or the ridiculousness of a claim like Suga holding his liquor better.

“It’s not that ridiculous”, he hears once he calms down a bit. The audible pout in the voice nearly sends him off again though.

“Suga, dear, you literally once got drunk from a beer. A singular beer”

“It was a very strong beer, alright?”

Laughing again was most definitely not the right course of action, judging by the way Suga tried to extract himself out of the blanket they were wrapped in.

Drunk Suga was cuddly, but so was drunk Daichi, if he had enough alcohol. So it was only normal to hug Suga close to his chest before he could move too far away, nuzzling his check into silver locks. They were softer than they looked. Maybe that was why his voice grew softer too, or maybe it was the alcohol that brought out his honest side when he said, “you can’t just leave cuddle time, Suga”.

Suddenly there was a face where hair used to be, a blush high on its cheekbones.

Maybe it was the alcohol that caused it or the movie scene and maybe it was the alcohol or the day but Daichi reached out to find it out. And maybe that was a silly idea.

But there was heat under his palm and lips shortly after and he doesn’t know how it happens exactly but they’re soft and warm and there are hands in his hair.

The next day the chocolate is cheaper. It’s probably his pay for holding back in public now that he could just take Suga’s hand.

He can’t resist bumping their shoulders though.

Being together with Suga is a sweet thing, new and yet familiar in the way they don’t really change. And he is nervous again, like when he first came out to people and there are tiny crescent moon marks in the palm of his one hand. But it’s easier this time. He has a hand to hold and people who tease them about it not happening sooner.

Daichi never thought that there were spicy teas, but Suga is smiling with a mug of firecracker chai in his hands.

“How you can drink that is still a mystery to me”, he says, slightly burned muffin in hand. It was the day after Suga’s birthday.

On said day Noya had brought the spice mixture as a trinket from his last travels and there was already a notable chunk missing.

“Oh Daichi, you can just say that you have no taste”

“Explains why I’m dating you in the very least”, he mumbles, ignoring the outcry as he scrolls on his phone.

It’s not shocking that he can’t find the exact spice mix on the internet, but he has learned the art of experiments.

“I think this one is actually better than the original one”, Suga mumbles one night. He has started keeping tallies in a small, blue notebook.

“I don’t know how I didn’t think add a shit-ton of chili peppers sooner”

“Someone who drinks green tea with salted caramel has no grounds for mocking me, dear”

There are currently three tallies Suga keeps that Daichi knows about.

One for the amount of failed spice mixes, one for muffin making that ended in them being too burned for even them and one for every time Daichi drinks his favorite tea.

(He says it’s so Daichi can repay him in good tea to balance out the universe of culinary taste.

If his tea drinking habits increase afterwards, it is a thing between him and Suga’s too knowing smile.)

One day in late autumn Oikawa tells them that mocking tea choices is a weird thing to do. And maybe it is, but it is theirs. (Oikawa also doesn’t have a leg to stand on if you look at his relationship with Iwaizumi

Or the fact that he pairs milk bread with mint milk tea).

(They mock each other but Daichi still makes the spice mix himself. It had taken a long time of trial and error but it was easier. And it made Suga smile softly, even as he crossed out tally marks.)

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They were 22 when they had to face real life.

Not that they were really avoiding it before, but it had been easy to ignore the future when exams knocked at their door. The warmth of their small home didn’t help with that fact.

They had always known that the day would come where they would have to move. While their apartment wasn’t strictly only for students, jobs were simply few in the area outside of academia and there were better chances in bigger cities.

But it was scary.

If they moved in together again, would it look suspicious? They could just get an apartment with two bedrooms and use one as an office, like in their old one. As long as they don’t seem suspicious otherwise it should be fine. As long as no one checks their apartment, it should be fine.

That’s what Daichi at least tells himself while digging crescent moon shapes into the back of his lover's hand.

It wasn’t that he was a nervous person usually. And it had always seemed like the world had grown warmer, but his family hadn’t exactly been the kindest and it echoes in his soul. (He’s just lucky that they’re ashamed enough to not mention it to others, he supposes. Some things would be easier with it. Like getting their footing without having to worry about the shadows on every corner.)

(He loved Suga for understanding. Not holding hands was still difficult though.)

“We could always just open a cafe”, Suga said that day. They had discussed companies and open job offers. There wasn’t really anything they could do besides applying to everything they could apply to. And hoping they get jobs in a similar area.

“Sure, that definitely sounds like a secure option we could take. Definitely.”

“No, but think about it. A small corner shop, with tall windows and actually good tea”

“One of these days I will stop making that chai for you and you will regret calling salted caramel an offense to the taste buds of every living creature there ever will be ”

“I will never regret speaking my truth”

There was a grin on Suga’s face and less weight on Daichi’s heart.

Maybe it should turn out to be fine. It probably will.

(He still messes up Suga’s hair in retribution.)

Some would argue that the both of them have too many teas (and know too many ways to make instant coffee seem like more than it is) but Saturday has become a day for tea, coffee and baked goods. That it only ever really happened in their apartment was as shocking as Akaashi and Bokuto dating – not at all, for that matter, honestly it was more surprising that it didn’t happen earlier.

It was easy and fun and it added a tally in the back of Suga’s book.

“You should be grateful”, Oikawa said from his place, sprawled half over Iwaizumi and half over the couch, “us letting you test future recipes for the cafe”

“Oh? Someone with no taste and who has demanded the same thing for two years thinks he can demand something?”

Suga said it like he didn’t have all their favorites written down with naming ideas. He still added a new tally to Oikawa’s tab.

For a non-existing cafe their tab was long.

Sundays were for burnt muffins and half watched movies.

Spirited Away played on the TV for the fourth week while Suga ranted about their secretarial. Which was fair, the more Daichi learned of the women the less he regretted the choice of choosing another company.

Apparently she greatly disliked the lunch Suga had, even if it was the leftovers from the day before. The color and the smell bothered her.

“I’m starting to suspect she dislikes it because it tastes better than her celery ever will”, his boyfriend said around a bite of muffin. Daichi could see the chili flakes in it. (He’s grown fond of them. Not that he would ever tell Suga he preferred them now).

“Anything tastes better than celery. Even caviar”

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They were 24 when they got a fancy coffee machine.

It was supposed to be a joke for their anniversary, but he thinks that there are too many pages filled with ideas for it to truly only be a joke. (Daichi took care of the menu, pastries and tea mixes that would somehow fit together the mess that was their friend's tastes while Suga took care of the interior design. There were bad sketches under lists of possible names and logos.

Talking of their dream was a Sunday thing.)

It was probably silly, sinking so much time into something that would never happen, but dreams weren’t meant to be realized sometimes. He had everything else he could want, so why should he complain about one unfulfilled dream?

Suga was hunched over his notebook, a pen in hand and a sigh on his lips, “we have to few friends with a good taste in books”

It was easy kissing him. It always was, but Daichi thinks it’s best in the morning.

“You know just because a taste differs doesn’t mean it’s bad”

“No mocking firecracker chai then?”

“Suga, focus. Your weird taste in tea has nothing to do with the fact that Hinata’s favorite book is a kids book”, he laughs a little when Suga pouts. Pouting Suga may be his favorite.

“But a collection of mythology? And it’s so inaccurate too!”

(Daichi can see that he still wrote it down the next time they go through the book. There is a more accurate mythology book just below though.

Suga is petty like that.)

Daichi always knew that their friends had weird taste when it came to anything really. (Whoever told Hinata that a hot lemon needed milk in it deserves to rot in hell. He claims the chunky parts are his favorite. “Like boba”.

Disgusting.)

But there were few things as weirdly fitting as the cheese covered apple pie Tanaka loved to make. The worst part was that it didn’t even taste bad, as much as Daichi wanted it to.

On this day there was a bitter taste left in his mouth though.

It was the proposal party of Tanaka and Kiyoko.

He knew he didn’t have any grounds of jealousy, but he didn’t have it in him to feel as happy as he ought to for the couple. And maybe it was the families, standing happy around them or maybe it was the atrocity to the world in front of him.

The laughter of the two families rang in his ears as he stabbed the pie again.

It was a sunny day, but there were moons on his hands and rain barely behind his eyes.

He could at least lie well enough to say they were a happy shower.

“Rosewood or Antique Cherry?”, it wasn’t Sunday or early morning. They had never been this specific in their talks of the cafe (the closest they’ve gotten to it is an argument about mascot – which wasn’t really an argument seeing as crows looked similar to ravens and Daichi had mostly started it to get Suga away from pouring more chili into the curry. Daichi may not know the man's parents but he had never expected them to love spicy food as much as they do. He wasn’t entirely sure where he thought Suga’s love and tolerance came from before eating a meal with the Sugawara family.)

“Rosewood. Why does the other one look this washed out?”

But Suga was already continuing his work, humming some pop song and matching a shade of orange to a wood. Daichi never quite found out why the picture had looked so washed out.

He’s watching Chihiro eat a rice ball for the second time when Suga brings up the little corner shop. Apparently the old owner just retired without anyone to take over his business.

He can feel the burn in his neck as he turns too fast. Age is catching up with him and not just with too-early gray hairs and unreasonable back pain.

And he aches at that moment. Not from the burn or the pain or the age, but from fear. If they worked together he couldn’t keep himself contained. It was already difficult to contain his softest looks for their home, to keep his hands in his pockets and crescent moons to his own palms.

Suga drops it. As if it wasn’t the opportunity they had dreamed of or the project that they worked too much on. It hurts, somewhere deep in Daichi’s chest. Realizing that that’s a part of loving someone had never made it easier for him.

(They watched it a ninth time the next week. By now it’s mostly to annoy Kageyama. It’s still a very beautiful movie – maybe it would be easier there in an ocean of spirits so divers his parents would fuck off.

Maybe there they would’ve built a small cafe.)

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They were 27 when Suga died.

The first time he holds Suga’s hands in public they are cold.

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He’s 31 when he opens Cafe Suga.

And it wasn’t the little corner store they had wanted, but there was a little book shelf with two mythology books and furniture of rosewood. The shop sign has a little crow flying, the orange letters still fresh on the dark wood.

The morning light lit up the interior in warm tones, leather seats Daichi was sure would wear off soon, still pristine on the day he opened the cafe for the first time.

There is no more sun soon after, not directly in the cafe, but he knows there would be if there were two window fronts.

The timer for the muffins beeps.

Cafe Suga has a lot of regulars because of how new it is. He knows them all like the back of his hand, knows when they come in because they complain about the early hours the Saturday before.

It still feels like there will always be a sense of loneliness.

He eats his muffin with chocolate chips and chili flakes and misses a burned flavor that would never be the same. It used to taste so different with a laughter in his ear and a warm body pressed too close for the size of their kitchen.

Daichi spends Sundays curled up under a fated blanket, flipping trough a worn note book and trying to recall all the memories etched into tally marks. Chihiro eats a riceball in the background.

He knows that Suga would be mad at him, ordering him to sit up and experience the world. Maybe he will one day, when all the memories are written down and the cooking experiments stop just tasting like failure.

There were random dates when a special item would enter the menu. They were always the same days and the regulars were there more often than not.

Firecracker chai was more popular than Daichi would’ve expected. (He can see the sly grin in front of his inner eye. He just wishes he could bump his shoulder into a bony one and laugh about it.

But for now he crosses tally marks off, wishing for more.

Time wasn’t fair on him. Not with gray hairs or pain or love.)

He was 31 and the love of his life would forever be stuck at age 27.

Daichi hasn’t burned a muffin in four years.

#haikyuu #hq #daisuga #daichi #suga #daisuga oneshot

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Of the many different American accents, which one is your favorite? I don’t know many American accents but I love the New York(?) accent.

What was the last thing you watched on Youtube? It was a video by Allure where Ciara was talking about her iconic music videos troughout her career. Are your kitchen windows open right now? My kitchen doesn’t have any windows, but it’s connected to my living room which does have windows, but you can’t really open them since they are pretty big and I would probably fall out lol. I would only open them if I had to clean the outer side. What was your favorite job you’ve ever had? I’ve only had one job so there’s nothing I can compare it to. Do you know anyone who had a kid before they were financially stable? Yes.

What’s your phone’s wallpaper picture? The home screen wallpaper has these drawn cherries on it and my lock screen is just a winter themed landscape painting. When was the last time you saw the person you had your first kiss with? Uhh it’s been years now.

Have you read any of Shakespeare’s works other than Romeo and Juliet? Not even that. Is there anything hanging from the doorknob in your room? Nope. Why did you move to where you’re living now? I moved out of my parents’ house and I wanted to live alone. This is the perfect apartment for me. Have you ever kissed someone 3+ years younger than you? 3 years younger, yes. Do you clean your house all at once, or a little bit at a time? I usually clean everything at once. I never let my apartment get super messy though. What’s your opinion on wearing pajamas in public? Do you yourself do that? I don’t wear pajamas in public but I obviously don’t mind if someone else does. What was the most severe punishment your parents gave you when you were growing up? Nothing serious or severe. I’ve always been a “good kid” so I never even did anything my parents were super angry about. Have you ever been to California? No. If so, when was the last time you were there? - About how many times per month do you eat dinner at a restaurant? 1-3 times. Do you think dreams actually mean anything? Why/why not? I mean aren’t they kind of like recaps of your recent days and experiences? But do I believe they predict the future? Nah. What’s something you’re really bad at compared to others? I have a bad memory. Do you know anyone who treats retail/restaurant employees poorly? Luckily no haha. Are most of the books you own hardcover or paperback? Hardcover I’d say. I have a fair share of paperbacks too though. When was the last time someone betrayed your trust? What happened? I don’t know. How much was gas the last time you filled your car up? I don’t drive.. Do you usually fill up at the same gas station? – What was the topic of conversation the last time you spoke to a sibling? I don’t remember what we talked about, nothing special. Are you currently looking for a new job? No. How many times did you move when you were growing up? Only once. Who is the person you are the closest to? (emotionally, not physically) My mom. What are some odd habits you have relating to food/eating? I prefer a lot of foods raw lol. Are any of your relatives musicians? No. Have you ever been in fear for your life? No, I don’t think so. What was the last caffeinated drink you had? Do you drink this often? It was coffee and yes, I drink it everyday. Have you ever read any books by John Steinbeck? No. When was the last time you painted a room in your house? I’ve never done that. How has your day been so far? It was an ok day.

#survey #surveys

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WHISPERFALL

But I raise you this Florence is a full native to the lands, and Chandler is a “halfian” being part human.

anyways just head empty and Florence being that calm guard till you say shit bout the lord or/and her brother

just someone saying something while walking by her post. . . It was expected of course Halfian Lord! That’s new!

also when Florence and Chandler where younger, like Florence is let’s say. . 5-9 years older then Chandler. So Florence is holding Baby Chandler. . . And she’s been so excited to be lord ever since she knew of the role!! But she took a good look at her baby halfian brother and smiled. “[misgendered term cus Chandler wasn’t trans yet] is gonna be an amazing lord!! Can’t wait!!”

okay you just opened a whole new can of worms HEHEHEHEHEHE LESGOOOO

(also gonna just keep reffering to chandler as well... chandler, even when he's a kid and pre-everything cuz honestly i cannot be bothered to make up a deadname for him, and i dont feel the need to either)

when chandler finally gained conciousness (lets say at around idk.. 7 years old), he realized that he's basically the reason his big sister can't be a lord now. simply due to him being alive.

and troughout his entire childhood, he'd just heard of his big sister talk about how exciting it would be to actually be a lord of all the people in the village. and that realization just ate at him alive.

so when it was his turn to "claim the throne" he was basically at the peak of his imposter syndrome cuz he fully believed that florence deserves to be in his place.

she actually seemed excited to be lord when they were younger. she's a true native to the village. and also the obvious, she's older and more, lets say, mature? so she could handle it all better. unlike him who's barely even able to leave the house w/o freaking the fuck out.

i imagine that when the news were announced that chandler will be the next lord and will gain control, chandler was DEVASTATED. he thought his parents might have reconsidered and let florence be the rightful leader.

maybe a month before the "crowning ceremony", he wasn't in a good place mentally at ALL and just dissapeared into the depths of the forest for a few days w/o telling a single soul. he just needed time to himself to actually come to terms with everything. and that included mysteriously vanishing without anyone noticing.

back at whisperfall, i imagine things were very split. one half were devastated that the lord-to-be had gone missing, hosting search parties, etc etc. not giving a single shit about his genetics. they welcomed him w open arms.

and the other half just scoffed and watched, thinking that chandler, a halfling AND the younger sibling, didn't deserve the throne and how florence should be claiming it instead. because for fucks sake, thats practically a kid theyre electing and the lil shit cant even fly above the treetops! the city will be a laughingstock!

maybe while on a solo search mission, florence finds him. he's been in a well hidden cave thats been covered up with vines and tall grass. exacrly where she thought he'd be at. somwhere noone would bother looking closer at.

after all the questioning florence does that mostly consisted of "what the FUCK are you doing here??? ALONE???" chandler opens up about how he doesnt think he deserves to be lord. how she should be in his place instead for reasons listed earlier.

florence just listens, heartbroken that she never realized how chandler himself may feel about being thrusted into such a high position w barely any training.

maybe she offers a compromise. chandler becomes lord, and she becomes the head guard. that way she'll always be there to help and guide him when necessary, and they'll always be by each others side. basically she's a his right hand but with even more power. she's the 2nd lord at this point!

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just a lil word blurb at how just. not ready chandler is for everything at first. also peep the heavy projecting about me wanting to hide from life and new experiences lmao jssbjssvjss. also i now declare noone in whislerwood is transphobic.

even the ones who hate chandler still respect his identity. they may be assholes but theyre not monsters

#chess writes #THIS WAS AN ACCIDENT W H O O P S #i got carried away #response #112 writes #mcd au

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this post is brought to you by my friend who makes me make killua icons for her

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#these were all made under four different occurrences troughout the year #its in chronological order btw #first one is from may and latest one is today (july 5th)#dw she doesnt force me i just like making icons from my friends #like most of these are wayyy before i had this blog #icons #grem edits #killua zoldyk #killuaedit #killua hunter x hunter #killua zoldyck #killua fanart #hunter x hunter #hxh #other fandoms

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ariel-seagull-wings · 2 years

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@superkingofpriderock @princesssarisa

I once watched a series made by the Youtube Channel The Princess and The Scrivener about what is good, what is bad and what is ugly in Tim Burton movies, and as i checked the comments session, there was one that specially called my attention, wich sayed it was good that he never directed a movie of the Addams Family franchise.

And here is the context about the comment: troughout the analysis, we learn that, specially because he choosed to start in the Disney animation department instead of going to film school, Burton is a director that is more focused on the aesthetics of the movies and not so much in their themes. That's why, unless he gives more charge to a thrustfull screen writer and/or works with strong pre-existent source material, his works can get lost in the story department and feel more meandering, and he usually recicles the same theme: "Being an outsider sucks". Only his idea of an outsider is someone like him: a cishet white guy from the suburbs of Burbank California who likes dressing up in black and watching horror movies, who may have been called the weird kid in the past but overall is leaved alone as innofensive, specially because he is a guy who makes millions for Hollywood.

And when it comes to questions like, for instance, ethnic-cultural diversity, a more concrete form of outsiderners that has consequences for people beyond their youth years, two interviews of him show he definitely is not the most qualified director to aproach it: first there is the fact that he tooked a jewish folk tale as inspiration for Corpse Bride, and declared that "he was more interested in the universal fable aspect of the story instead of the specific etnic background of it" and that "i decided to set it in Vitorian England because the story had a very Vitorian feel for me" (i.e so jewish culture is not universal, but vitorian english culture is, ha) and that "as a kid he watched The Brady Bunch and got offended because they inserted a black kid and asian kid out of nowhere, and that he watched Blacksploitation movies and didn't asked for a white person in there so why isn't the other way around" (i.e for me diversity is something that should be explained instead of being treated as something that just exists, and i really don't get that black people getting to see movies with more than one black person on scene is not the same as white audiences seeing only themselves in the movies all the time).

Now, here is the thing about the Addams Family franchise: is conceived since the beggining to be a critical social commentary against the average conservative, white, cishet, middle class american family ideal. Their humour comes from the fact that, despite the spooky exterior and affinite for sadomasochism, they are always loving and honest with each other, and as a couple Gomez and Morticia are unashamed of showing passion and sexual desire for one another, in contrast to the hipocrisy of the so called "normal good families".

There is also the fact that Gomez (more clearly in the 90s movies where he was played by Raul Júlia)is latino, making the Addams a mixed heritage family, and they are entusiasts of artistical and scientifical influences instead of just waspy ones. And the second movie, Addams Family Values, even went so far as to criticize the racism in Thanksgiving plays!

Would Tim Burton get that witty radical satirical commentary from the franchise as a director? Probably not! In the worst case scenario, Gomez would be white washed (even having his spanic first name changed for an english sounding one, like George), they would become another vitorian spooky family, and the gothic way they dress and are maked-up would be treated as the only reason they are seen as outsiders, instead of the more deeper, subversive meaning behind their characterizations.

So thankfully indeed he didn't hold a "monopoly on spooky family entertainment", and other directors were allowed by studios to work with the iconic cooky family.

#the addams family #tim burton #musings #ramblings #pop culture

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from @cinefantasticquemitho, for the fictional character asks: Juliet Capulet

@cinefantastiquemitho accidentally answered my ask as a private message instead of a post, so I’m copying and pasting her answer here.

Favorite thing about them: The apeal of Juliet is that she is one of the earliest examples of a young rebel being portrayed positively in western literature. She lives in a world that was screwed over by the violence of the adults around her, and is one of the few people in the story who is inteligent anough to not see this violence as something natural, and question it. Another interesting element of Juliet is that, troughout the play, she learns to be very cunning and witty. Now usually, this characteristics (specially in a female character) would be portrayed as the start of a path to villany, where a character would use them to gain power over the unhapiness of others (think of Tamora and Aaron the Moor, the Macbeths, Richard III, Iago and Edmond). But in Juliet’s writing, she is still the heroine of the story, who as a young woman in the Renaissance, is justified to use cunning and witty as a means of trying to survive and find happiness for her and Romeo, the person she loves, in a world where she lacks power. And this cunning and witty, contrary to the most popular belief, does not contradict her loialty, with is another important characteristic that she shows in relation to her beloved husband Romeo.

Least favorite thing about them: Actually, i don’t have a least favorite thing about Juliet herself. In reality, when i was young and was only familiar with the play trough parodies in pop culture, without actually having readed or watched the play properly, i disliked a caricature of Juliet, that stereotyped her as just “a cute girl who is there to suffer”. Later, when i actually readed and watched montages of the play online, i saw that this wasn’t at all the actual character that Shakespeare wrote.

Favorite line:

So many, is hard to choose just one.

“My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy”.

“Ay me!

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.

‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What’s Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What’s in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself”.

“ O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

Do not swear at all; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I’ll believe thee”.

“The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse; In half an hour she promised to return. Perchance she cannot meet him: that’s not so. O, she is lame! love’s heralds should be thoughts, Which ten times faster glide than the sun’s beams, Driving back shadows over louring hills: Therefore do nimble-pinion’d doves draw love, And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings. Now is the sun upon the highmost hill Of this day’s journey, and from nine till twelve Is three long hours, yet she is not come. Had she affections and warm youthful blood, She would be as swift in motion as a ball; My words would bandy her to my sweet love, And his to me: But old folks, many feign as they were dead; Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead”.

“Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, Brags of his substance, not of ornament: They are but beggars that can count their worth; But my true love is grown to such excess I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth”.

“Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Towards Phoebus’ lodging: such a wagoner As Phaethon would whip you to the west, And bring in cloudy night immediately. Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, That runaway’s eyes may wink and Romeo Leap to these arms, untalk’d of and unseen. Lovers can see to do their amorous rites By their own beauties; or, if love be blind, It best agrees with night. Come, civil night, Thou sober-suited matron, all in black, And learn me how to lose a winning match, Play’d for a pair of stainless maidenhoods: Hood my unmann’d blood, bating in my cheeks, With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold, Think true love acted simple modesty. Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night; For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow on a raven’s back. Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow’d night, Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun. O, I have bought the mansion of a love, But not possess’d it, and, though I am sold, Not yet enjoy’d: so tedious is this day As is the night before some festival To an impatient child that hath new robes And may not wear them”.

“O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face! Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! Dove-feather’d raven! wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of divinest show! Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st, A damned saint, an honourable villain! O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell, When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend In moral paradise of such sweet flesh? Was ever book containing such vile matter So fairly bound? O that deceit should dwell In such a gorgeous palace”!

“Blister’d be thy tongue For such a wish! he was not born to shame: Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit; For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown’d Sole monarch of the universal earth. O, what a beast was I to chide at him!

Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?

Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name, When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it? But, wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin? That villain cousin would have kill’d my husband: Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; Your tributary drops belong to woe, Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy. My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain; And Tybalt’s dead, that would have slain my husband: All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then? Some word there was, worser than Tybalt’s death, That murder’d me: I would forget it fain; But, O, it presses to my memory, Like damned guilty deeds to sinners’ minds: 'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo—banished;’ That 'banished,’ that one word 'banished,’ Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt’s death Was woe enough, if it had ended there: Or, if sour woe delights in fellowship And needly will be rank’d with other griefs, Why follow’d not, when she said 'Tybalt’s dead,’ Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both, Which modern lamentations might have moved? But with a rear-ward following Tybalt’s death, 'Romeo is banished,’ to speak that word, Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, All slain, all dead. 'Romeo is banished!’ There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, In that word’s death; no words can that woe sound”.

“It is, it is: hie hence, be gone, away! It is the lark that sings so out of tune, Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps. Some say the lark makes sweet division; This doth not so, for she divideth us: Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes, O, now I would they had changed voices too! Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray, Hunting thee hence with hunt’s-up to the day, O, now be gone; more light and light it grows”.

“ Art thou gone so? love, lord, ay, husband, friend! I must hear from thee every day in the hour, For in a minute there are many days: O, by this count I shall be much in years Ere I again behold my Romeo”!

“Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again. I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, That almost freezes up the heat of life: I’ll call them back again to comfort me: Nurse! What should she do here? My dismal scene I needs must act alone. Come, vial. What if this mixture do not work at all? Shall I be married then to-morrow morning? No, no: this shall forbid it: lie thou there. [Laying down her dagger] What if it be a poison, which the friar Subtly hath minister’d to have me dead, Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour’d, Because he married me before to Romeo? I fear it is: and yet, methinks, it should not, For he hath still been tried a holy man. How if, when I am laid into the tomb, I wake before the time that Romeo Come to redeem me? there’s a fearful point! Shall I not, then, be stifled in the vault, To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in, And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes? Or, if I live, is it not very like, The horrible conceit of death and night, Together with the terror of the place,— As in a vault, an ancient receptacle, Where, for these many hundred years, the bones Of all my buried ancestors are packed: Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth, Lies festering in his shroud; where, as they say, At some hours in the night spirits resort;— Alack, alack, is it not like that I, So early waking, what with loathsome smells, And shrieks like mandrakes’ torn out of the earth, That living mortals, hearing them, run mad:— O, if I wake, shall I not be distraught, Environed with all these hideous fears? And madly play with my forefather’s joints? And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud? And, in this rage, with some great kinsman’s bone, As with a club, dash out my desperate brains? O, look! methinks I see my cousin’s ghost Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body Upon a rapier’s point: stay, Tybalt, stay! Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee”.

“Yea, noise? then I’ll be brief. O happy dagger! [Snatching ROMEO’s dagger] This is thy sheath; [Stabs herself] there rust, and let me die”.

brOTP: In the plays actual text, we see her being great friends and partners with the Nurse, and get some insinuations that Tybalt, her cousin, was also a very close friend to her. The TV series Still Star Crossed gaved to her a close friendship with her cousin Rosaline, what i apreciate very, very much. And i also like to imagine that in a Everybody Lives!AU she would be very close friends with Benvolio Montague.

OTP: With Romeo Montague.

nOTP: With Count Paris and/or Tybalt Capulet.

Random headcanon: 1. Her favorite colors are red, orange, white and gold; 2. Her favorite story from greek mithology is Eros and Psyche; 3. Her favorite fairy tale is Jack and the Beanstalk; 4. In a Modern Day Everybody Lives!AU Juliet graduates in Philosophy, Psychology and Social Services and becomes a social worker, focused on atend teenage girls and women living at risk of suffering abuse or on abusive situations/child attorney. For more details about it, here is the link for the list of ideas about a Happy Ending Modern Day! AU made in collaboration with @giuliettaluce :

https://cinefantastiquemitho.tumblr.com/post/617097864129200128/modern-headcanon-romeo-and-juliet

Unpopular Opinion: Well, i like some elements of the Zefirelli 1968 movie adaptation: the costumes are beautifull to look at, Nino Rota’s score is the worlds eight wonder of an icon, the casting choice (specially of Leonard Whiting and Olívia Hussey as Romeo Montague and Juliet Capulet, respectivelly) is pretty spot on… Buuuut: with the cutting of lines like the “Gallop apace” soliloquy, the lines where she reflects, deduces and concludes that Tybalt started the fight against Romeo with the intention of killing him and the “Potion” soliloquy, i think it reduced a lot of the huge inteligence that Juliet actually has, and with its extremely huge popularity it ended up contributing with the pop culture stereotyped idea that Juliet is just a “cute girl who is there to suffer”.

Song i associate with them: Flor, Minha Flor, by Grupo Galpão de Teatro (from the soundtrack of my favorite Romeo and Juliet montage)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=koIO15cI-8Y

And Nino Rota’s What is a Youth, from the 1968 Franco Zefirelli film:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7VsgolqoeJw

Favorite picture of them:

#cinefantastiquemitho #fictional character ask #romeo and juliet #juliet #other people's writing

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riarklus · 4 years

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making some comparisons

okay but if i flirted with my best friend the way buck did with eddie in 3x09 she would fucking laugh in my face and then i would laugh in her face and we would remember that we did in fact kiss one time and then we would move on. not to mention that flirting with her on that level (as in, implying i would very much like to sleep with her) would be weird in the first place.

now

if buck and eddie would have played it out like a joke, and like, i don’t know, laugh afterwards, i wouldn’t be so invested in this ship as i am. but as i recall, while buck’s hands were on his belt, and he was getting closer & closer to eddie, eddie didn’t push him away or laugh or make a light-hearted comment or anything. he engaged and flirted back by drinking his beer slowly and steady and im like. that does not happen in real life, no matter how close you are with your best friend. like no bitch. that does NOT happen. and especially with guys? never in my life have i seen 2 straight guys do that. and if 2 straight irl guys would flirt with each other they would play it out like a joke. i know it’s maybe not 100% fair to compare irl best friends with buddie but listen. while the displays of affection i have seen troughout the years with 2 of my straight guy friends (who are, indeed, bffs) have been varying to different levels of intimacy, i wouldn’t portray their relationship as anything but brotherly. i don’t feel like i can cut the sexual tension with a knife when they “flirt”.

bottom line, i can surely and safely say that the relationships between both me and my bff and the guys i talked about, have very different vibes from buddie. yes we are not in the same situation as them. yes we’ve known each other longer. but if this show is trying to tell me that that’s how we should act around our best friend, personally, it would feel more like a “time to question my sexuality” phase than anything.

#buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #9-1-1 #sorry for any mistakes #my mind just went places #myrants

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lifeinpurplestars · 4 years

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Motherhood.

Teresa Lisbon Jane has been many things troughout her 40 years of life. Patrick Jane had witnessed most of those aspects in the 14 years he had spent by her side.

She was a cop, the most brilliant, honest, sefless and brave person he’s ever met.

She was a friend, the best friend you could ever dreamt of having. She was a protective and caring boss, who would throw herself to the woolfs in order to keep her team safe. She was a remarkable FBI agent, one of the best the FBI quarters had ever had as Abbot had mentioned the day of their wedding.

She was a sister, a sister who had to be a parent of three brothers at such a young age, she couldn’t enjoy her childhood nor her teenage years.

And now, almost 14 years after he had met her for the first time, he could relish the image of her being a mother holding their child.

And he decided it was the most beautiful scene he’s ever witnessed.

He had woken up early after three sleepless nights in a row, their first one in their home after coming back from the hospital. They both had fallen asleep almost inmediately, and it seems their daughter had managed to sleep the entire night without waking up more than two times.

He got up, the rays of the sun bathing their bedroom and he frowned noticing his wife was not sleeping next to him. Usually, he was the one waking her up with a good breakfast. For all the things he knew about her, the fact that Teresa wasn’t a morning person, was something he knew would have to endure forever.

But maybe he was mistaken.

Maybe she had managed to surprise him once more.

‘I may surprise you one day’, she had said in that italian restaurant a long time ago.

And, she hadn’t stop surprising him since that day.

He looked for her and he gasped at the sight welcoming him.

Teresa was sitting outside in their garden, close to the pond. She was sitting on the grass, on top of a blanket, holding their baby daughter in her arms, both of them glowing under the sunlight.

Her wavy dark hair surrounding them, he had never seen her hair so long, so shiny and soft. Her face irradiating happiness and serenity, looking vulnerable and stronger than ever. She looked as if she was singing something to their child, rocking her sotfly in her loving arms.

The image was so perfect he had to go back into the house to take the camera, he took the picture, smiling. He would put it next to the picture of young Teresa he found in her old house.

He smiled at her.

But then, something happened.

He saw three figures dressed in white dresses, on the other side of the pond.

Angela and Charlotte, smiling at his wife and their newly born daughter, both of them fascinated with the image. And they weren’t alone. They were standing next to a woman he’s only seen in one picture.

Elizabeth Lisbon.

The mother of his wife.

The resemblance was... awestrucking.

She was holding one of Charlote’s hand.

He sighed. Of course.

It was a Lisbon’s trait. To take care of the Jane family. It seemed it was true even in Heaven.

He couldn’t avoid shaking at the view. The three women looked at him with a smile. He nodded at Elizabeth first, who nodded at him with a soft smile, a smile inherited by Teresa for certain.

Then, Angie. His first love. She bowed at him with a smile bigger than life, she looked free and happy. Then, she looked at his wife and daughter.

‘God bless you’, she whispered although he managed to read it in her lips.

And the last one, Charlotte. His baby girl, his precious treasure. She looked at him and whispered.

‘I love you daddy.... Thank you for giving me a sister’

He bowed at them, tears falling from his eyes, and he watched them go away, the three of them holding hands.

Then, he turned his face to his wife who was looking at the point where the three women had been standing just a few seconds ago. She was smiling and clearly crying.

Then, they both turned so their eyes could meet.

He could swear he saw a heavenly glow around her and their child. And he knew they both would be forever protected by their precious angels on Heaven.

He went to Teresa, kneeling next to her.

She leant her head, kissing their baby’s head, and he breathed.

‘God, I love you. I love you. I love you’, he muttered and he was rewarded with her greatest smile. The baby in her arms started to wake up, extending her small arms towards him.

He caught her, cautiously, fascinated by her beauty.

Dark hair, greenish eyes, freckles. The living image of her mother.

He closed his eyes, smelling the arome of her.

And he thought.

Motherhood.

Such a power of nature.

A power which trascended all limits, all frontiers.

Then, a hand caressing his cheek brought him back to reality.

Teresa was caressing his cheek, smiling and looking more beautiful than he has ever seen her.

‘Good morning’, she whispered

‘And a good life’, he answered her, ‘ A heavenly life’

He forgot everything else in that moment. He focused on his wife, who was laying now in the blanket, enjoying the warm air of the spring, the sunligh iluminating her, making her look even younger. He focused on their baby, who was laughing at his face.

He focused on life, for he has been granted with the greatest treasures of life.

#thementalist #janeandlisbon #Fanfic

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thequimmqueen · 4 years

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hey if talkin about quimm makes you happy im happy to listen. - amii

Okay that hit right in my heart 😭😭😭 Usually i get so anxious Talking or Posting about them couse eventually theres people like the blue girl that makes fun of me for it,, but if you say so.. then ill be happy to do so.

So well,Lately I've been thinking about stuff like how their relationship is troughout the time they had realized they've got feelings for each other but dont say anything couse,, they havent completely talked things out. Or How things were for both without each other.

These like,, headcannons?? Happen around the time timm began working in the bakeria and quinn reencounters him there after a long time without knowing of him..

I once got the idea people thought my quinn would straight up forgive him and act like a typical shoujo Protagonist,, which is absolutely wrong becouse, Even if my Quinn is a little more soft and less cold with others that doesnt mean shes all cutesy and dorky thinking about timm like a teenager.

In my hcs,Quinn and Timm havent seen each other for around 3 years after Timm left the lawfirm,and during those years quinn went trough different phases trying to get over it- Becouse yeah! Its true that shes a Grumpy serious and independient woman who can lead a company by herself,, but She founded the place with him and a feeling of Sadness got stuck inside her even if she didnt want to.

She.. suffered about their separation,but didnt want to admit it becouse of her pride.

It was like that for around a year but then during the other two she'd be sad enough to start actually tearing a bit thinking about the possibility that she might have been a bad (work) partner to him and made him leave,, so during that time she Developed her own self to be a little more polite and create a nicer work/social environment so it didnt happen again.

(This is kinda why i hate when people say Quinn was a toxic partner to Timm,, like,nothing like that is ever mentioned in the flipdecks why would you make a character purposefully toxic?? Just to favour a different ship?? I detest those Hcs,,)

While quinn was trying to make herself less Rude and Cold,finding it difficult becouse she wasnt as open with people as she was years before,Timm was having a hella hard time paying for his apartment.

finding a Dance related job to become The proffesional dancer he dreamt to be was taking a lot of his time.. and well,he had to hurry to pay his basic needs and rent on time.

Basically both have a hard time after Timm's impulsive choice of leaving.

I forgot to mention this but,Timm also missed Quinn a few times when he wasnt busy thinking ln forming his new career.. She was resourceful and would always offer assistance when he was lost in paperwork.. it seemed difficult to him to succeed when his Attention span wasnt.. well,that good.

The Breaking point is when they recognize each other at the Bakery shop.

Quinn is upset,sad,frustrated,Embarassed- and Timms terrified becouse he knows the big mistake he did.

So its just like that- quinn is a lot more exigent and Picky with her food when ordering to him and basically acts overpowering to him out of frustration,especially becouse he has been the reason of all the tears shes dropped.

He made her feel Yearning for the first time.. and she didnt like that.

#quimm #this can be considered angst #angst #quinn x timm

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four-swords-green · 5 years

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“Summer”

Summerswap gift for @keanearts for the Summerswap 2019 hosted by @imaginefourswords Thank you so much for hosting this I loved writing this! Dante I you like this! I am not an artist but I enjoy my fair share of writing! Please tell me if you liked it or not ^^ It’s been years since I wrote for this fandom and it felt like such a breath of fresh air! I hope you all enjoy! Rated T for some foul language and a nice scene at the end ;) nothing graphic of course!! It was written on a half broken laptop which only had a Dutch dictionary so there may be some spelling errors, apologies in advance!

Summer. The time of year with nice hot weather, late nights at the campfire and just having a chill day with your friends. Some might even go to the beach. Our 5 heroes thought the same as well but it seems they were not alone. Not only was the beach at Lake Hylia packed with people but it seems some pirates wanted to join in on the fun and cause some trouble as well. Vio sighed as he rolled his eyes, looking over to his friends who were atleast just as annoyed. Blue was angry, to say the least. Redgave a small pout but was ready to help the people. Green was allready listening to the people who complained to hima bout the messy loud pirates. Vio’s eyes switched over to Shadow who was looking on with raised eyebrows. “Don’t pirates get to have a summer break too?” He asked himself quietly. Vio felt compelled to respond with a small but sad grin. He too wanted to have a nice day off and just spend it with his new boyfriend. Just when he opened his mouth, Green found it a good time to return from the masses.

“A break is fine, but they are bothering the other people with the mess they are making...” He nodded towards the empty bottles which only the Goddesses knew what they contained. “THey are being so loud too...” Red pouted again again while he dropped of the bags at their sunbathing location and grabbed his ice rod for some chill in this heat. “I’ll make them pay for their mess!” Blue gave a small growl as he went to the bags to grab his sword. Vio gave a silent chuckle. Remembering this morning where he advised everyone to bring their weapons just in case some monsters show up. Everyone, except Shadow of course, gave a form of protest. Blue with his big mouth; Green with his form of reason and Red with a sad face. Shadow of course followed him in his opinion. He once told Vio that the dark world was filled with monsters and bad people to the brim. Even going on a leisury trip was considered almost as dangerous as visiting the dark lord himself. Shadow also told him he never went to a beach before for relaxation and Vio right then and there promised himself he would have a fun day with him just to make up for all the lost times. “Are you ready, Vio?” Vio looked up to see Shadow look at him with his all knowing grin which he had come to love. “You are quiet, even for you...” “Hm.” Vio grunted as he went to grab his bow. “Let’s see if they can be reasoned with before we start fighting, after all, it’s a hot day and it’s not like they are plundering everyone.” Vio walked back to stand next to Shadow again and nodded to Green. “Agreed?” Before Green could even respond Blue was allready stomping towards the pirates in a fit of rage because who the heck dared to bother him and the people on his day off. Green dramatically rolled his eyes as they heard Red calling out to Blue to aclm own and wait up for them. “Jeez, that guy needs a leash sometimes.” Vio heard Shadow mumble next to him. Red began running towards Blue trying to achieve some damage control. Green ran after him, ready to be the mediator again. Vio felt Shadow’s hand on his shoulder. “What do you say, shall we join them?” Vio gave Shadow one of his small smiles reserved especially for Shadow and nodded at him.

--^^--

As if right on time the others arrived to see Blue and the pirate leader have a discussion. “Kid, what the fuck! We were just chillin’ you wanna fight us?” Okay, maybe discussion is not the right the word for it. The pirate leader and Blue were almost at each other’s troaths but fortuantely the others showed up try to calm things down. Keyword being the key word of course. “Please stop fighting everyone!” Red tried to get between them but was quickly pulled back by Green. Green smiled at Red; giving a knowing smile as he patted his shoulder. “I’ll take it from here, Red.” Vio and Shadow looked on from the back knowing that it would only get worse if they mixed in. Once the fighting startsthen their time came.

“Please, we did not come here to fight-” Green said this sentence with a sharp glance to Blue who mumbled in distaste. “We came here to settle on an agreement. We’ve had complaints coming from the other beach guests and we want to settle this.” “Peacefully.” Vio added at the end but without glancing a glare towards Blue. “Tsk. Why ain’t doing nothin’. Just chillin’.” The pirate leader folded his arms in front of his chest while the band of merry pirates in the back affirmed their leaders cries with shouts of themselves.

“I don’t have time for this crap” Shadow mumbled as he walked next to Green, moving in front of the pirate and then shoving a finger to his chest. “Listen. You guys are being loud and obnoxious. The area around ya’ll is a mess. Clean it up, be silent and then we’ll leave you to your ‘chillin’’. The pirate leader’s brows rised up in suprise and glanced around him. His friends looked at him with variying looks of surprise. Vio bit his lip because he didn’t want to start laughing during this moment. After a few seconds the pirate leader relented. “Yeah, yeah, I get what ya sayin’.” He turned around and ordered his merry bunch to start cleaning up. “We’ll be nice, We just wanted to relax, it’s fucking hot.” “I’m glad you took the right decision.” Shadow wrapped his own arms in front of his chest. “See ya.” He turned around and walked back to their stuff, but nog before mentioning to vio to follow him. Vio shook his head in amusement. While the pirates started to clean up and then continue their day off the other heroes looked on their friends. That was way easier than they expected.

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After a few hours it was clear Shadow had been promoted from the shady friend from their heroes to the next celebrity. The pirates were decent and not as loud anymore and the other beach guests were immensily grateful. Everyone saw Shadow’s performance and were ready to shower him with thanks. They gave him gifts, made sure he had enough to drink or eat and was showed with praise. While he liked the praise and gifts at first he made sure his friends and especially Vio were also spoiled. What he didn;t share was that he was uite uncomfortable with all the attention he recieved troughout the day. Vio felt a bitter taste when he saw another woman swoon to meet the hero fo the day. Not only did he feel bad because he knew Shadow’s feelings on the matter but also because of something else. Far more selfish than he would ever admit. He was desperate for some alone time with Shadow. He wanted to do stuff that as totally out of character for him but he didn’t care. He wanted a nice day at the beach. Spending time in the lake. Maybe build a sandcastle. (Shadow’s interest awoken when he heard Red and Green talk about building one together). Vio was alone in his own world, reading his book which he brought with him in case Shadow felt like hanging out with someone else but her barely read one line. He has been reading that same line for over 50 times now, allready. “I’m beat!” Shadow lied down next to him, hoping to hide away from all the attention he got. “What’s up?” Shadow leaned over Vio’s shoulder to look at the book he was readin, nuzzling his neck in the meantime. Vio laughed inwardly, Shadow sure loved to cuddle, who would have thought. “Just some reading material about a war between three factions which took place on a different continent.” “Hmm..." Shadow hummed as he molded more against Vio’s side. Vio turned to him and noticed Shadow was thinking deepl, his eyes unfocused. “Are you tired?” Vio asked and gave him a soft kiss on his head, hoping to ease him. “Hmm, kinda but...” He looked towards to other happy people. Blue sunbathing on a neat beach towel. Green and Red playing in the lake, splashing each other. “Ah nevermind...” Shadow looked away with a blush. Vio grinned, knowing he would never admit it out loud that he wanted to do stuff like that as well. He put away his book and poked SHadow’s forehead with his finger. “I am actually in the mood to build a sandcastle. Want to join me?” Vio stood up and moved towards their bag where Red had graciously added a small sandbucket for this purpose. Vio could see in the corner of his eye that Shadow was blushing furiously but he was also contemplating Vio‘s proposal. Maybe he needed a small nudge before actually doing it. “I can’t do it alone after all, and I might need some help with finding sea shells.” Vio have a sly wink towards Shadow who‘s cheeks turned into a red blush even more. He saw Shadow’s eyes light up. He knew Shadow always liked collecting stuff, be it rocks or seashells. “Allright fine, if you can‘t do it alone then I will help.“ Shadow stood up and joined Vio for a stroll on the beach. Vio smiled at him and grabbed his hand. He never cared for the people who watched and he could see in the corner of his eyes that Blue was giving him the thumbs up. Vio paid him no attention as he walked with Shadow to a more secluded area on the beach.

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“Hey Vio, if I lie down will you cover me with sand and try to bury me? Red said that is supposed to fun.” Shadow asked after they finished a small sandcastle. Unfortunatey there were not many seashells but that did not put a downer on the fun they had. They played a little in the water and had a splash battle which Shadow obviously won. Or; Vio let him win. Who knows? They decided to dry up on the beach by continueing with the original sandcastle plan. “Sure, I’ll bury you nice and deep.” Vio grinned as he pushed down on SHadow‘s chest and climbing on his lap. One hand holding Shadow down and the other trying to bury Shadow‘s chest and arms. Shadow laughed loudly finding the soft sand ticklish and feeling a little warm from the handsome man on his lap. “Vio that is cheating!” “It‘s not cheating if I win” Vio winked and then moved from Shadow‘s lap towards his legs and covering them with sand as well. It was sloppy and quick but it got the job done. “You are my prisoner now...“ Vio whispered as he grabbed the sandbucket to cover Shadow more with sand. Shadow grinned. Vio being forward like that was not something wich happened on a daily basis but he noticed that it happened more often lately since they became official. Vio’s smiles were rare but they radiated the light Shadow used to be so afraid of. Shadow’s smile grew softer while Vio’s face turned to him. “I believe you are adequately buried now.“ Vio leaned towards Shadow’s face. “Can you move?” In all honesty, if he tried he could jump out of the burial site in a second but he liked toying with Vio more. He sighed dramatically. “Alas, here I am, but a prisoner of the hero of the four sword.”Vio rolled his eyes at that statement and moved to lie down next to Shadow. “Well then, now that you are my prisoner, do you admit defeat?” Shadow chuckled and winked at Vio. “Perhaps, kiss me and then I‘ll decide.” Vio blushed and turned away from Shadow. “I don’t think prisoners get a saying like that.“ This was Shadow’s moment to strike. With a grunt he moved up from his buried position and rolled over and lied down on Vio’s body.

“You are my prisoner now.” Shadow returned Vio’s earlier saying. Vio was completely paralyzed. He never expected that Shadow would be so forward. Shadow laughed gleefully. “Now that you are adequately buried beneath me. How about that kiss?” Shadow winkednat the last word. Vio suddenly woke up from his stupor and rolled his eyes. “Well, I like action more than words.” Shadow grinned as he leaned down towards Vio’s lips. Vio met him halfway and gave Shadow a nice but warm kiss. Not too warm of course but this was just the right amount of warmth that they both needed. Shadow moved his legs so he was straddling Vio’s hips and used one hand to stroke his cheek. Vio on the other hand moved his hands into Shadow’s still wet hair. To Shadow’s suprise he felt that Vio was softly biting Shadow’s lips as if asking permission, which Shadow obviously granted. When their tongues touched the felt fireworks troughout their bodies. Feeling and sensations never experienced coming trough. Shadow pulled back after a few seconds to catch his breath. He panted and leaned his forehead against Vio’s

“I care alot about you, you know that..?” Shadow gave Vio another small peck on his lips. Vio felt the tips of his ears redden at Shadow’s sweet confession. “I am glad. I care alot about you too…” Vio returned once again towards Shadow’s sweet and soft lips which were allready starting to get a little bruised after their small makeout session. They were so into each other that they didn’t hear Red calling them for the watermelons he brought with them. Red and the other could wait, they wanted to spend this summer day together.

#four swords #four swords adventures #four swords plus #Vio x Shadow #Vidow #summerswap2019 #The legend of Zelda #fanfiction

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