#fuck you they NEED to have a reunion and he NEEDS to call her troublemaker

[ssaanaaloves]

#sonic prime #if it was good #fuck you they NEED to have a reunion and he NEEDS to call her troublemaker #shadow the hedgehog #rouge the bat #shadrouge #sanart #shadow and rouge

[blossomkoushi]

truth or dare

Summary: two years after leaving high school and your deep crush on sugawara koushi still hadn’t gone away. a night of hanging out with the current and previous karasuno volleyball players turn interesting with a game of truth or dare.

Warnings: teeny tiny manga spoilers, afab reader (no pronouns used other than reader being called good/silly girl), suga is a little shit and so are the other (former) third years, reader pining, use of “little one” and “good girl”, consent is sexy, reader and suga fuck in the bathroom and in front of a mirror, unprotected sex (always use a condom!!), he puts his hand over the reader’s mouth. i think that’s everything, let me know if i missed something!

Word count: 3.1k

A/N: this fic was based off this prompt i got from an anon! thank you for sending it in, i had so much fun writing this!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

The semi-annual Karasuno reunion was in full swing. Only the previously known first years were still high school, now in their third year and still in touch with their seniors. It’d been Yamaguchi’s birthday, all the current third years now being 18 and excited to talk to their seniors about adult life and catch up.

“let’s play truth or dare!” Nishinoya suddenly yells, abruptly ending the conversation he’d been having with Hinata and Tanaka. The group agrees, excitedly talking while moving into a circle in Nishinoya’s parents’ living room. You squeeze yourself in between Kiyoko and Asahi.

Having been a manager along with Kiyoko, you’re the closest with the previous third years, but still being friends with the second and first years. You had no problem socializing with them all, happily chatting to Yachi, sitting on the other side of Kiyoko, when Daichi clears his throat. Both you and Asahi snicker, trying to stifle your laughter at his natural instincts kicking in.

“alright, I’ll start. Yamaguchi?” Daichi speaks, sitting up straighter and looking at Yamaguchi.

“yes?” the latter replies, and you note how he doesn’t cower under Daichi’s gaze anymore.

“truth or dare?”

“truth”

Daichi smirks, “what’s it like to be captain?”

Laughter erupts, a blush spreading on Yamaguchi’s cheeks while he smiles.

“it’s the worst. These two,” he points at Tsukishima and Kageyama, “still won’t cooperate and the first years refuse to listen to me. I’m sorry for any trouble we caused you, captain! You too, Ennoshita!”

Yamaguchi bows in apology to both of them, laughter once again filling the room and Nishinoya jumps up to press down on Tsukishima’s and Kageyama’s heads, ruffling their hair.

“still causing trouble for the captain, eh? Ya’ troublemakers” he laughs, walking back to his seat next to Tanaka and nearly flopping down in a fit of giggles. It takes a few minutes of laughter and jokes for everyone to calm down, Yamaguchi eventually speaking up.

“okay! Okay, my turn now!” he looks around the circle, eventually stopping at Tanaka. “truth or dare?”

“dare, of course” Tanaka booms, grinning.

“alright.. hmm… I dare you to… kiss Nishinoya’s cheek”

An echo of oo’s and whistles makes Tanaka blush, looking at Nishinoya before slapping his own cheeks, shaking the nerves out of his body before cupping the back of his best friends’ neck, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. Cheers erupt and both you and Yamaguchi clap while cheering, giggles falling from your lips.

“kiyoko!” the blush still hasn’t left Tanaka’s cheeks, eyes open wide in excitement, “truth or dare?”

“truth”

“will you marry me?”

“no.”

The interaction is over before it began, causing another fit of laughter to fill the room, the blush only growing on Tanaka’s cheeks but he’s still smiling, excited to have gotten to talk to his crush. In a way, you sympathize with him. You know what it’s like to pine after someone for years.

Your own crush sitting at the opposite side of the circle. His gray hair pushed back slightly, crisp white t-shirt hanging off his body beautifully and the soft smile making your heart skip a beat. Despite not seeing Sugawara nearly as often as you’d like, the crush that started in your first year of high school is still as strong as ever. You can’t even count the number of nights you’d spent dreaming of kissing the mole under his eye, tracing your fingers over his soft lips and what it would be like to hold him close. Despite it all, you never made a move and neither did he, so you simply assumed that he wasn’t interested in you and tried to move on. Clearly failing, as you blush and look away when his eyes meet yours.

“Y/N” a push on your shoulder sends you out of your daze, meeting Kiyoko’s eyes. “truth or dare?”

“oh! U-um, dare?” still in the haze of your mind wandering, you spoke before thinking. Kiyoko glances over at both Daichi and Asahi, a small smirk growing on her face.

“I dare you to go sit in Suga’s lap” your eyes shoot open with her words, feeling your body growing hot. Of course. The other third years knew about your crush after all, having caught you staring at the man more than a few times.

Glancing around, you notice everyone staring excitement. Do they all know? Shaking your head, you stand up and slowly walk to the other side of the living room.

“may I?” your voice is surprisingly timid, body still burning just from the idea of sitting in his lap. A grin grows on his face as he moves his legs slightly, crossing his legs under him and patting his lap. Shyly sitting down, your back presses to his chest and he places his hands behind him. Applause smatter in the room along with words of encouragement, but your attention isn’t on that anymore.

The game continues, you dare Tsukishima to give Hinata a hug and zone out after that. Sugawara moves his legs, stretching them out and letting you sit on the floor, still pressed to his chest and his legs come up and nearly cage you in. your legs are over his, his calves and feet nearly pressed to your butt.

All you can smell is him. It’s warm and comforting, feeling his chest rumble and vibrate when he speaks and laughs, the sounds ringing in your ears and send shivers down your spine. His arms come around your waist, pressing you more firmly against his chest.

Your attention goes between Sugawara and the conversations happening around you. they seem to have stopped playing the game, now only happily chatting about their lives and you try to join in, mostly laughing at the other’s jokes and antics. Asahi tells a story of when he managed to sew two pairs of pants together for a class and Hinata excitedly talks about Karasuno’s most recent games. Before you know it, you’ve fully relaxed and wiggled into Sugawara’s hold, sitting impossibly close.

Your attention jolts back to him when his face suddenly presses into your hair, feeling him inhale and squeeze his arms around you. you stiffen, body burning hot once more and nearly igniting when something against your lower back stiffens as well. A soft squeak escapes you, body moving on its own and squirming, trying to move closer.

“suga…” barely a whisper to not alert the others of what’s going on, heat pooling in your stomach.

“mmh?” his humming vibrates against your back, exhale fanning over your exposed neck. A quick kiss to the skin and you gasp. “something wrong?”

“I-“ you begin, stammering when his lips press against your burning skin again, sucking softly and scraping his teeth over the sensitive skin. A moan nearly escapes you when he bites down, feeling the harsh tug of arousal in your stomach, along with wetness pooling in your panties. You feel his grip on you tighten.

“sound so pretty, know you want to make more noises. Why don’t we find somewhere private, hm?” his breath fans against your ear while he whispers, slowly rutting his hips against your back. You nod, whimpering excitedly. “good girl. Stand up and I’ll follow you. if anyone asks, you have a tummy ache and need me to help with it.”

Nodding again, you shyly stand up and look behind you, noticing Sugawara checking out your ass before he stands up as well. The bulge in his pants isn’t that prominent, he must’ve adjusted while you were standing up. As he had predicted, all eyes go to the two of you, suddenly standing in the circle.

“where are you going?” Hinata asks and you silently thank any and all possible higher powers for having it be him asking the question.

“o-oh, um, I have a tummy ache and Suga is just gonna help me with it” you excuse yourself from the group and start walking away, your skin once again burning, feeling all their eyes on you as you walk out the room.

Once out of sight, Sugawara grabs your arm and puts his finger over his lips to signal that you need to be quiet. You nod, just barely able to keep a squeak from escaping when he suddenly tugs you down the hallway and into the bathroom. The door closes behind you, his fingers quickly locking it and his hands push you to the door, leaning in close and smirking.

“you did good, little one” he leans in even closer, studying your face as it heats up, your eyes avoiding his. “can I kiss you?”

“y-yes” you whimper, daring to look in his eyes for a moment, watching him with anticipation. He smiles, cupping the back of your neck and gently pressing his lips against yours.

It’s like you’d always imagined. His lips are soft, gentle and moving against yours slowly, as if you’d done it a hundred times before. His hand on the door moves down to your waist, pushing your hips down and his thigh comes between yours, his body caging you in. he sighs happily against your lips, swiping his tongue over them and your mouth opens as if on command. Arms wrapping around his neck and you kiss. You kiss and kiss and kiss until time seems to have stopped and the only thing that matters is his warm body against yours and his wet lips making you shiver in pleasure.

Desperate whines and whimpers start escaping you, the kisses getting more and more heated until Sugawara is grabbing your thigh and holding it against his hip, grinding his clothed crotch against yours.

“Suga-“

“Koushi.” He cuts you off before you can finish, pulling away and looking at you seriously, “call me Koushi, please”

“Koushi” you try it out, tasting the word and shivering at the intimate feeling it gives you. Smiling at him, you tug his body closer again, “Koushi please, please fuck me”

A smirk grows on his face yet again, “thought you’d never ask”

He moves away slightly, pulling your body with him and pushing you against the sink. His hands rub up and down your waist until you whine in frustration, huffing out a reminder that the others are probably already wondering what’s taking so long. He only chuckles, flashing you his smile through the mirror while his nimble fingers work at the button and zipper of your jeans. He tugs them down, crouching down to prod at your panties.

“so messy” his thumb runs down the length, pressing down on your clit. Rubbing gently, he coos when your hips squirm.

“Koushi- please” trying to push your hips back against his hand, you whine, feeling the years of waiting making you impatient.

“ssh, okay, okay, calm down” he chuckles, patting your butt and standing up, undoing his pants and letting them fall to the floor. You dare to turn your head, peeking behind to see him getting undressed.

In a different situation, you might’ve laughed. Black boxer briefs cling to his body, contrasting from his skin. A faint bulge going straight up, and your eyes move along with it, noticing the head of his cock sitting above the waistband. Flushed pink and leaking precum, Sugawara lifts his shirt up and over his head, giving you a better look at his body. Pale hair, the faintest gray tone, goes from under his belly button and all the way down to his underwear, hidden behind his cock.

Sugawara finally notices your staring, grinning and pulling down his briefs down to his knees, letting his cock stand proudly from his body. From what you can tell, the base is the same shade as his body, the length fading into pink all the way to the head. His gray pubes sit neatly trimmed against his body, curling slightly and framing his cock.

“like what you see?” he teases, sending you a wink before pulling your panties down, stepping closer and nudging your face back towards the mirror. “want you to look at me”

The tip of his cock presses against your pussy lips, making your breath hitch, waiting for the pressure to get deeper. But it doesn’t.

“Koushi, please just-“

“I don’t have a condom.” He cuts you off, sighing and starting to step away, stopped by a loud whine and a hand clawing at his hip.

“I don’t care. I’m on the pill and I assume you haven’t been sleeping around?”

“no, but-“

“so, fuck me. Please.” This time, you cut him off, frustration and arousal rolling off you in waves. You weren’t going to wait any longer, not when he’s here and ready for you. He exhales shakily, nodding and smiling. Finally.

The pressure returns on your pussy, this time pressing in between the lips and against your entrance. He adjusts himself, giving you a grin and wink through the mirror, slowly starting to push in. There’s a bit of a stretch, the overwhelming acknowledgement that Sugawara Koushi was pushing his cock inside you, made your head spin and breathing get heavy. Your head flops down, moaning and cursing under your breath until you feel his hips press against your ass. A hand grips your hair, tugging your head up and Sugawara leans over your body, pressing his lips right up against your ear.

“look at that pretty face. Thought I told you to look at me, didn’t I? silly girl” he smirks, pressing small kisses down your cheek and neck, feeling your flushed skin burn under his lips. He maintains eye contact, watching your expressions carefully when he returns his lips against your ear. “be quiet for me. Don’t want those perverts out there hearing what’s mine”

Before you can respond, his hips pull back and snap against yours, forcing a loud moan to rip from your throat. Sugawara only laughs, shaking his head and putting his hand over your mouth, pinning you up against his chest. His mouth lands on your neck and shoulder, sucking and biting on the skin while his hips start moving again, thrusting quick and deep.

Your moans get muffled by his hand, eyes rolling back in your head from the pleasure, and you can feel his groans against your skin, going raw from his constant attention. His hand on your hip grips you tightly, keeping you in place against his body while his cock pushes, prods and drags against your sensitive walls, clamping down on him tightly and forcing deep moans from him.

“you feel so fucking good, shit” he manages to groan, snaking his hand on your hip towards your cunt, finding your clit and rubbing it slowly. The contrast from his harsh thrusts to gentle touch makes your head spin, moans only getting louder while your hands uselessly claw at the sink, his hips and arms, unable to find a stable purchase to keep your body from toppling over. You never want this to end.

“nngh fuck- koushiii” your muffled whines vibrate against his hand, calling out for him in your fog of pleasure and it makes him faster. The slapping of your skin meeting and the wet squelching from your pussy fills the small bathroom, bouncing off the walls and filling your head. “m gonna cum- gonna cum, koushi, fuck”

“that’s right, cum for me” he pants against your skin, lidded eyes looking at the mirror and seeing your expression. He can feel your burning cheeks through his hand, the wet spit coating his palm and the hot breaths that fan over it. Your eyes rolled back and glossy, body shaking in his hold until everything suddenly snaps. The pressure on his cock gets tighter, thighs shaking against his while another loud moan forces its way out of you. Your body shakes, nearly falling over from the orgasm and his unwavering thrusts.

“k-koushi I-“ you stammer, nearly going cross-eyed from the overwhelming pleasure and stimulation when he doesn’t stop. If anything, he goes harder. His hips slam against yours, rocking your body and he nearly pushes you into the sink, hand still covering your mouth while he groans freely, unable to stop his own noises.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck! Fuckfuckfuck- hhahhh shit, fuck- Y/N” incoherent babbles tumble from his lips, head thrown back while he snaps his hips against yours. The pressure around his cock hasn’t stopped, making his mind fuzzy and laced with pleasure until he stops, bottoming out and leaning over your body. He groans loudly, body shaking and cock jumping while his cum spurts out, painting your walls white. It’s warm, settling deep in your tummy and making you shiver in pleasure.

One of your shaking hands moves back, grabbing his hip and helping him fuck himself dry, clenching around him until he hisses from the sensitivity. Slowly pulling out, the two of you breathe heavily, trying to collect yourselves from the act.

“so…” you finally say, pushing yourself off the sink and wincing, feeling his cum seep out of your cunt. You quickly bend down, pulling up your panties and jeans, hoping they’ll help keep everything inside.

“so…” Sugawara grins, watching you frown and get dressed. He turns around, picking up his clothes and getting dressed as well. “that was fun, right?”

“yeah” you nod, taking his body in, free from the haze of arousal. Suddenly snapping out of it, realizing that it might make him uncomfortable, you whip your head to the side and stare at a wall. “was really fun!”

He notices your flustered state, smirking and stepping to you when he’s fully dressed. His hands land on your hips, pushing your body flush against his and chuckling when you laugh and widen your eyes. “we just had sex; how can you still be so flustered?”

“because!” you yelp, cowering under his soft gaze and shaking your head slightly. “because… I’ve had a crush on you for years now.”

You don’t see the grin widening on his face.

“I know.”

“what?” you nearly yell, snapping your face towards his again and gaping, your body flushing with embarrassment. He only laughs, ruffling your hair and stepping back, moving towards the door.

“I’ve known for a while now. Daichi told me.” He looks back at you, smiling and reaching out his hand. “you coming?”

Smiling and shaking your head, you take his hand. The two of you walk back to the living room, his face flushed, and your hair tousled. Going to sit down again, you wince slightly and he pats your back soothingly. Eyes flicker to the two of you, knowing smirks growing on several of their faces. The silence is deafening, making you shrink into Sugawara’s chest. Nishinoya suddenly pipes up, eyes wide and index finger pointing at the two of you accusingly.

“did you fuck in my bathroom!?”

Laughter erupts. Sugawara receives pats on the back and Kiyoko winks at you, smiling. You smile back. Maybe you should thank her. After all, this was her doing.

#watering.flowers #watering.sugawara #sprout.sugawara #sugawara smut #sugawara koushi #haikyuu!! #haikyuu smut #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader

[mayraki]

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

“everything happens for a reason”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

SERIES MASTERLIST

MY MASTERLIST

who is max belinsky?

summary: Max Belinsky and JJ Maybank are the two troublemakers of Outer Banks. Going to parties, getting into trouble, having an attitude and being the two people you don’t mess with are the perfect ways to describe them. What would happen when the two people who seem to have trouble follow them around meet? One thing is for sure, they didn’t expect this outcome.

The last month that Max spent with her mom passed more faster than she ever thought it would. Her relationship with her mother grew up even stronger than before and those little conversations they had every night she’d cherish them forever. But it was time to go back, it’s not like she was sad to come back to her house and see her friends and family, the opposite, seeing those people was the only thing that was keeping her from the thought of her birthday coming up.

All those ugly memories of the car accident that that day would bring up to her were almost impossible to avoid. She would try everything to let it go, enjoy her day with her friends and family, but somehow her chest would close up and that feeling of her throat closing wouldn’t miss a single minute.

At one point, she learnt how to ignore it, but this time she felt like she didn’t have the energy. Having a chill day was all she wanted.

It was the day before her birthday when she was at the ferry with her mom next to her, they were getting closer and closer to the main dock of the island. She could even see the little people that were on there becoming even more bigger as they got close, and that’s when she noticed all of her friends waiting for her and a little smile escaped her lips.

“Welcome baaaack!” Sam yelled while running towards Max once Gianna and her were out of the ferry. The tight hug of Sam became even bigger when the rest of the Pogues were now in the hug.

“We missed you!” Kie yelled once the hug was over. Max couldn’t erase the smile she had on her face once she saw her friends. It was only a month that she spent away, but it felt way more than that.

“Did Max behave?” Ben asked with a smile once the family hugged Gianna.

“She didn’t even get into trouble once.” Gianna said looking at Max.

But she let out a tiny sigh and then turned to her friends. “It was a nightmare.” They all let out laughs. But when JJ and Max locked eyes with each other, they all went in silence.

“Hi.” He said with his hands in his pockets.

“Hi.” Max let out a tiny smile.

“Uhm, guys, I think I forgot to.... organise the rocks at The Chateau.” John B said. JJ and Max both turned to him. “Would you guys, Pope Sarah Kie and Sam...” He said the names quickly “help me? Please?” They all nodded expect for Pope, who turned to John B confused.

“Rocks?” He asked but John B slapped him in the arm and then did a little nod with his head towards Max and JJ. “Oooooh. Right, rocks!”

“Very discreet, guys.” Max did a thumbs up. “Well done.”

Max turned to her family to see that, unfortunately, they all saw and heard that.

“We’ll wait for you in the car.” Fred said with a smile, trying to prevent Ben from intervening and ruining the little reunion Max and JJ wanted to have. They all left the two teenagers on the dock but still gave little excited looks at them before they were out of their sights.

Max let out a tiny laugh while shaking her head. “They’d die as undercover agents.” She said and JJ nodded.

“Yeah, not even survive the training.” They both let out tiny laughs before staring a each other for a couple of minutes, enjoying what they missed over this month. “So, how’ve you been?”

“Good. I missed you guys a lot, to be honest. Pope freaking out or Kie’s and Sam’s wild dancing at the parties.” She let out tiny laugh before JJ spoke.

“We missed you too, Max.” They both stayed locking eyes trying to think of their next words. All the communication they had over the past month was only texts, and most of them where on the group chat they had with the rest of the Pogues. Neither of them knew what to do after their last encounter, or what to say if they wanted to talk about it. So they did what they do best, forget about it. And “forget about it” in their book meant: not actually forgetting about it, because they could never do that, but instead pretend like it never happen even though it was really hard for them since it was the only thing they could think about when they saw each other and overthink what the other is thinking until it’s 4 am.... simple.

“This is not awkward at all!” Max said sarcastically trying to lose the tension that was on the air.

“No!” JJ quickly shook his head. “Not at all!” JJ bit the corner of his lower lip trying to say those words that he practiced since she left for the main land. But somehow, he felt like his tongue was wrapping itself and his mind forgot all the words in the English language.

“Well... my family is waiting for me. So I guess I’ll g-”

“Wait!” JJ said louder than he intended to.

“You good bro?” Max let out a tiny laugh at JJ’s sudden behaviour.

“Yeah- I just... I heard it’s your birthday tomorrow.”

“Oh.” Max did a slow nod before looking down.

“Are you planing on doing something?”

You idiot! Tell her that you want to take her out! JJ’s mind was screaming at him, but he tried to ignore it.

“Not really, I don’t like celebrating my birthday.” Max looked up and that’s when JJ remembered her story... the accident.

“Oh. Ok.” JJ slowly nodded. DUMBASS! Your plan is NOT a celebration! It’s a date! Invite her and see what she says!

“Yeah, it’s not my favorite day, if I’m being honest.”

SAY TO HER THAT YOU’D LIKE TO MAKE IT BETTER! NOW!

“Because I was thinking-” JJ was saying but Max let out a tiny laugh.

“You think?” She asked jokingly and then tried to control her laughter but failed enormously.

She’s so fucking cute- BRAIN! SHUT THE FUCK UP!

“Ha. Ha. Very funny.”

“Oh, c’mon! I was gone a month! I have to keep my throne of bullying you.” Max playfully punched JJ’s arm before saying “you were saying...”

“Right.” JJ nodded. “I was thinking, that maybe if you wanted... you could, you know-” c’mon, say it! say it! “If you don’t want it’s totally fine, I’ll get it-” JJ was so nervous he started to rock his body back and forward with his hands on his pockets.

“Oh my god.” Max said with a smile. “Is JJ Maybank asking me on a date?” She asked with a girly voice. “Oh my god! Giiiiirls, I’m going to faint!” She waved her hand dramatically in front of her face jokingly, while JJ was staring at her with a smile admiring how cute she was.

Stop being a simp and end the fucking question, you dumbass. “Yes, I am asking you on a date. Tonight. At what hour do I pick you up?” The sudden wave of confidence came back to JJ’s body, that’s all he needed.

“I never said yes, Maybank.” Max said crossing her arms around her chest.

“Well hurry up then, because the time that I want to pick you up is close.” He looked at his wrist like he had a watch.

“Oh, so you have a plan for us already?” Max asked with a smirk.

“I may or may not have been preparing this since Sam told me your birthday was coming.”

Max’s heart skipped a beat and then melted at the fact that JJ had been planing something for them, no one has ever done that for her. But she controlled everything she felt inside perfectly, to keep the smirk on her face.

“Really?”

“Are you impressed, Belinsky?”

Max took some steps to end up real close to his face and then said almost in a whisper. “It takes a lot more than that to surprise me, Maybank.” JJ let out a tiny smirk while looking at her lips, before she started to walk to the road at the end of the dock.

“I’ll pick you up at eleven, then. I want to start your birthday with you.” He said behind her. A smile escaped her lips, but then it turned to a smirk once she turned around to face him.

“Don’t be late, Maybank.”

“So, wait wait wait wait wait WHAT?!” Sam yelled on the phone and Max moved it away from her ear. “He finally asked you out!? KIE! JJ FINALLY ASKED MAX OUT! (...) YEAH! THE FUCKER FINALLY DID IT.”

“Is Kie there too? You two DO ANYTHING without the other?” Max let out tiny laugh.

“What? We love doing things together.” Kie talked for the first time on the conversation.

“I would be gagging right now if I wouldn’t find you two extremely cute and love you with all my heart.”

“No, you don’t love us with your whole heart. Don’t lie, you bitch.” Sam complained.

“What?! What do you mean?!” Max asked confused leaving the phone to her side on the bed after hitting the speaker button.

“JJ stole a part of it, can you believe that?! That fucker. I’m going to kick his ass for stealing my best friend’s heart without talking to me first.” Sam said and Max did a fake gag.

“Yeah, there it is.” She said. “And with that thought, Kie?! I’m going to kick your ass then!”

“Uh, uh. Don’t pull me into this weird dynamic you two are having.”

“ANYWAY.” Max said after letting out a laugh. “JJ didn’t steal anything, nobody can steal this heart of mine. It’s sealed with million locks. And my surf board has the key.”

“Then call JJ a magician, because he unlocked those locks without the key.”

Max did a fake gag, again. “If you keep going, I may vomit.”

“Max and JJ, sitting on a tree..” Sam and Kie started singing, Max slapped herself in the face but a little smile escaped her lips, she couldn’t help it.

“I’m going to hang up!” Max yelled but her two friends were still singing. “You guys suck!”

She heard laughs on the other side of the phone and then Kie spoke. “C’mon, Max! It’s loooooove, nobody should be embarrass of that.”

“I’m not embarrassed! It’s just- fuck! Nothing. Can we just drop it and talk about something else, please?”

After talking about some news that happened while Max was gone, the girls ended the call and Max closed her eyes enjoying th sound of silence that now surrounded her room. But then her phone vibrated, letting her know a message was recieved. She turned her head and once she saw the name “Punching bag” on her screen, she picked it up quickly than intended.

“Change of plans, I’ll meet you next to the Chateau at eleven. Don’t be late, dumbass.”

She read the message and that’s when she realised it was over for her, since a smile escaped her lips and her heart skipped a beat. Yeah... it was game over.

As the time was getting closer, JJ said goodbye to John B and Sarah since both decided to leave him and Max alone, leaving to have a little “date” of their own at the beach.

JJ watched how the lights were perfectly illuminating the little picnic he made for her. He made all of this for her. He never thought that he would be into a girl so much that even the little details mattered. His heart was beating a little bit faster as the seconds were passing and he couldn’t wait any longer for her to walk towards him and see what he made. He wanted to see that smile that he loved so much, and then probably her making fun of him for being her little bitch... with her joking tone.

He looked at his phone to see the hour and the numbers ‘10:57’ where showing on the screen. He bit the corner of his lower lip nervously, but when he heard someone walking towards him he quickly turned around expecting to see Max, but instead there was a blonde girl standing in front of him.

“Hi JJ.” She said with a smile. It was weird, because she knew his name but he didn’t recall seeing this girl in his life.

“Hi?” He said confused. “Can I help you?”

“You don’t remember me?” The girl said pretending to be offended but then a little smile escaped her lips. “Maybe I can bring back your memory.” The girl took some steps closer to him but he stepped back. “What? I’m Samantha! We met last summer.” The girl said with a flirty tone. “You told me that when I came back I should look for you in this place.”

“Did I?” JJ didn’t want to sound rude, but he didn’t remember that girl at all. Maybe he was extremely gone at a Kegger.

Samantha nodded. “Yes, you did. Maybe we can go inside and relive that lovely night.” She contienued to step closer to him but this time he didn’t step away, he was too focus trying to remember her and that night. But he couldn’t. On the moment he noticed that Samantha was really close to him, ready to unite her lips with his, but he quickly pushed her away. “C’mon! We had such a good time last time. I have to be honest, I couldn’t forget about you. You were the best.”

“Sorry, but I can’t. I like someone else.” JJ took some steps away from her but she grabbed his arm.

“I don’t see her.” Samantha said with an innocent smile.

“She’s going to come any second now, so I’ll suggest you to leave, Samantha.”

“C’mon, we had such a great time. I just want to do it again.” The girl said and then quicker than the wind united her lips with hers, but he pushed her away.

“What the fuck?!” JJ asked.

“C’mon-” she was saying but was cut off by some car driving away, so fast that it made a really loud noise.

JJ’s heart dropped to his ass when he recognised that old white Jeep. She saw. Max saw him kissing Samantha.

“Wait, Max! Wait!” JJ yelled once he dropped his motorcycle after getting out of it and seeing Max getting out of her Jeep and quickly walking to the front door of her house.

“I’m not mad JJ.” Max said with her back facing him without stopping.

“Then why are you running away from me?” JJ asked more loudly after noticing that Max wasn’t stopping.

“I don’t know! Just leave me alone.” Max said once she was trying to grab the keys of the door on the back pocket, but JJ grabbed her arm to stop her from searching.

“Just wait! What you saw it was not what I looked like.” JJ said with heavy breathing.

“Then what was it?” For the first time, Max turned to face JJ to see those eyes that were clearly hurt, but not as much as hers. “Are you fucking kidding me right now? Because I know what I saw!”

“Fuck! I don’t have an explanation for it! It just happened!” JJ said frustrated and with his heart going full speed.

“Yeah.” Max nodded. “I was there, JJ.”

“She just came and started to talk with me about a night and next thing I know she’s all over me. It all happened so fast, and the kiss lasted not even a second and that’s what you saw! Please, you have to believe me.”

Max looked down once she felt some tears fighting to come out. “JJ, you say words that you don’t mean and then you ask me to meet you but you’re with another girl!” She looked up at him and once he saw her eyes getting wet, his heart skipped a beat.

“I know! I know!”

“Then what am I supposed to think?!” Max said more loudly than she wanted to.

“I don’t know! I don’t know what is happening here with this... with us!” JJ let out big sigh trying to control his heavy breathing but it wasn’t working.

Max swallowed with the intention to control the tears that were trying to come out, but it was too late, a single tear came down her cheek but she quickly wiped it away. “This is way too complicated. And... I’m tired.”

“I’m sorry.” That’s JJ felt he could say. He felt like everything was getting lose, and the fact that he didn’t know that to do made him feel worthless.

“I’m not mad at you.” Max shook her head. “What happened, happened. It’s done.” She said more softly this time.

“Then what is it? What are you tired of?” JJ said trying to get the answers to fix this, but the way Max looked at him made his heart and chest close up even more.

“Getting hurt.” Max said and then looked down biting the corner of her lower lip. “And I’m so fucking scared. Terrified.” She said almost in a whisper.

“I am too.” JJ said softly taking a step closer to her. “But I can’t take control of what happens. This is my life, bad things happen all the fucking time.”

Max quickly looked at him and that made him stopped getting closer. “Maybe this is happening for a reason.”

“What is?” JJ asked confused.

“This! We’re both terrified, and the this happens! Your dad, my family, that girl- maybe, maybe something is trying to tell us something.”

JJ swallowed. “What are you saying?”

Max took a deep breath when tears started to come out of her eyes and going down her cheeks, and then said even if those words were going to completely destroy them both. “Maybe we’re not meant for each other.”

JJ felt his chest get even tighter and his heart beating faster. “And... do you believe that?”

“I don’t know.” Max said in a whisper shaking her head.

“Do you want to?” JJ asked quickly even if he knew the answer was going to kill him on the inside.

“All I know-” Max said looking up at him. “is that I’m done. I’m done getting hurt. And I’m sure you are too.” She said before grabbing the keys from her back pocket. “I’m not mad JJ, I just- I can’t anymore. I’m sorry.” Her voice cracked and before breaking down in front of JJ, she opened her door to quickly walked inside her house, leaving JJ with his heart almost leaving his chest and tears going down his cheeks, hurting like he never hurt before.

Max let her back rest on the closed door and that’s when she noticed the time on the living room clock.

“Happy fucking birthday to me.” She said almost in a whisper before sitting down and letting the tears go down fast from her cheeks.

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NCT 127 Returning to you from the war

➛ Note: Inspired by American war movies, so I had the times of World War II in mind while writing this. This is in no way meant to romanticize war. I wanted to focus on the reunion part - something that I do consider romantic. Some are lighter, some are more serious. All according to my imagination.

TAEIL

The waiting was the worst. Surrounded by a large crowd of people similar to you - impatiently expecting the train to appear - you felt small and useless. The vehicle’s interior possessed something of the utmost value to you, a part of your heart, and so with each passing minute the half that remained kept beating quicker as if it could feel the other coming closer. Your chest was about to get torn apart by the strength of gravity pulling you to your celestial body, Moon Taeil. Somewhere someone yelled, somewhere else another person sobbed and you couldn’t decide whose behavior fitted your feelings better.

As soon as the train stopped on the station, people started pillowing each other, everyone trying to climb the living pile of human beings. Your own best bet was a metal fence just asking to be climbed. Hands glued to the railing, you watched over heads of different shapes and sizes. The sobs and screams raised in volume. Men dressed in green rolled out of the train’s exit. They were too far away for you to make out their features. Somewhere in the back of your head a voice was telling you that it’d be impossible to miss Taeil, and yet, the minutes passed and no man reminded you of him. People screamed, either from happiness or relief. Some more impatient spectators tried pushing through the crowd. The living wall turned out to be too thick.

“Bobby!” an elderly woman screamed from somewhere to your right. Startled, your eyes darted in the direction to find reunited mother and son.

Someone laughed warmly next to you. A strange, but familiar voice. In a state of shock, you looked back, to where Taeil stood to your left. He was smiling widely. His cheeks were hollow. One of them had a razor cut on it. His right hand landed on your back. He seemed awkward, unsure how to react to your frozen state. A thumb rubbed your back.

“Taeil!” Perhaps an eternity passed before you realized.

You jumped off the railing and straight into his unprepared embrace. Taeil had to take a step back under your weight, but your tight hug made sure to keep him in place. You were both much weaker versions of yourselves, compared to how you were two years before. But with adrenaline pumping your blood, your arms gained something of a superhuman strength.

“So you were waiting for me after all?” He teased, but his strengthening arms told you just how relieved he was to see you. And you understood. Joking was his way of dealing with tension.

“How did you find me? I was searching for you in the crowd and couldn’t spot you.” Neither of you weakened the grip.

“You were sitting on a railing. Of course I noticed you.” His voice came out muffled, as he hid face in the side of your neck.

Someone elbowed you while pushing through the crowd, and you cringed in Taeil’s hold. His head quickly left the hiding place, as if to tell the stranger off. You saw a rare grimace of detestation decorating usually gentle features. But he didn’t snap at the woman who paid you no mind. Instead, he pulled you to the exit, arms still circled around your features.

“Let’s get out of here, hm? I’m never looking at a train again.”

“Even when we go on holidays?” Taeil looked at your face, the remnants of grimace now nowhere to be seen.

“Ask me again in a week.” Although people were screaming and weeping in the background, you heard his laughter loud and clear.

JOHNNY

Someone called for you. Busy cleaning your shelves, you welcomed the new distraction with a sigh. The past few weeks you’ve been doing nothing, but keeping yourself busy. Anything would do, as long as it kept your head away from the contents of the letter. The last one Johnny has sent you, two months before. You’ve written him back twice, and neither of the messages were answered.

Conclusion seemed obvious, though you’ve never received the bad news. You were kept in the dark, and you’ve welcomed it with last bits of hope that he’d return soon.

With one last glance at the room, you walked downstairs.

“There’s a package for you at the doorstep.”

“And you couldn’t just pick it up?” Your sibling smiled a little, though they quickly bit their lips to hide it. “What are you being so weird about?”

Opening the door, you expected a postman in his dark blue uniform. Not someone dressed in dark green and reminding you of a familiar face. A tall silhouette with wide shoulders and a flirty smile. It quickly dropped the teasing facade to spread into a wide sign of genuine happiness.

“Get it? I’m the package!” You didn’t, but stunned into silence, you could barely understand what was happening.

Johnny brought you to his chest, cheek to cheek, as he hummed happily to himself. As if he had a melody on mind, trying to lull you into sleep. You’d eventually wake up and realize that he was just a dream, because though you hoped, you were sure he was dead.

“You always laugh at my jokes, what’s with you today?”

“Pinch me.”

“What?” Johnny looked at you as if you had lost your mind. But who knew, maybe you did.

“Pinch me.”

“Babe- This is pretty public-”

“On my face.”

“Ah, alright I guess.” Two of his fingers pressed at your skin, signaling your brain through the nerves that indeed, you were awake, and Johnny was very much alive. Even more! Standing in front of you!

“Why would you scare me like that?”

“You asked me to pinch you-”

“No, I meant the letters! You didn’t answer!”

“You see, it was the element of surprise.”

“You and your surprises!” You mumbled against his skin, now returning the embrace with newfound strength. “I thought you were dead.”

Johnny calmed under your tight grip, mumbling sorry’s back to you. It was as if you were writing new letters, now on each other’s skin with whispers and few happy tears. Your hands crawled around his silhouette, forming a picture before you could take a good look at him. To be honest, the picture didn’t matter, just the fact of him being with you.

TAEYONG

It took you a few weeks, but eventually you got used to the woman’s chatter. She’d tell you about her war theories, what her youngest did when she wasn’t around, what her husband liked to eat for dinner. She needed to talk, and you just nodded every now and then, asked a question when something she said was actually interesting. The polite atmosphere had to be upheld - you were working right next to one another. There was no place for feuds.

“I’ve heard some of the boys are already returning.” The woman told you. She was standing behind as you fixed the threads.

“Sounds too good to be true.” Had the machine turned on a second earlier, you’d have had one finger less. “Shit.”

“Have you got someone returning? I hope they let my oldest out.” She made no comment regarding the almost-an-accident. After all, it was just another day at the factory - things happened. Someone in a row in front of yours has even lost a leg. But that was just an unpleasant memory at this point.

“Yeah, I do have someone.”

She kept insisting on sharing that part of your life with her, but you didn’t know what else to tell her. It’s been months since your last letter from Taeyong. At that point, you were trying to get used to the thought that the news could have been bad. But they’d have told you, wouldn’t they? The possibilities were hard to gulp down, and so you returned to work.

Not long after, a wave of talking disturbed the production hall. You dropped the shears and looked around, trying to catch whatever made everyone so talkative all of sudden. Down the corridor, made in between stations, you caught a glimpse of green, so uncharacteristic for the browns and grays that workers wore. The green moved down, closer to your row. It had a spring to its step, an enthusiasm of a child.

You abandoned the material in another hand, now curious who had the courage to pass the factory’s gates. Silence took over the hall, and echoing steps joined a duet with the machines. It was coming closer and closer, until from behind the ragged material, a face appeared. Big eyes placed on thin features. An excitement written all over bitten lips.

“Taeyong?” Hardly believing it to be him, you didn’t call aloud. The woman you worked next to walked to your side.

“He’s yours?” You didn’t answer, eyes stuck on him only. It was as if you tried to find a reason not to believe in his existence. A flaw that would tell you it was all just a hallucination. It made no sense for him to be there - neither the place, nor the timing was right.

When he met your gaze, it was as if someone turned the lights on. Everything became clear. His cheeks spread under the weight of a smile. The spring turned into a run, and soon enough, your limp body was locked by a key to it all - Taeyong.

“You’re back.” You stated the obvious. Taeyong pulled away to look at your bewildered face. A shadow of doubt clouded his forehead, as if your disapproval was a possibility. “Oh fuck, you’re back.”

He didn’t answer, there was no time for him to do so. As soon as you swore, you pulled him back to you. The hollowness he left filled once again. This time, hopefully, for good.

YUTA

“Have you seen him?” A friend asked you. Reading through a wrinkled newspaper, you almost didn’t catch their words. But the question’s sense was enough to bring your heartbeat to speed up.

“Seen who?”

“Oh, come on!” They grabbed the paper straight out of your hands to hide it behind their back. “You know I’m talking about Yuta. Everybody knows about the two of you!”

That’s a story from two years before, when the man mentioned was just a neighborhood’s troublemaker and no soldier. And it’s not like there was any depth to you and Yuta. He has clearly shown it by the lack of communication you’ve suffered. Yes, there was never a label put on the you two, so distancing yourself from the mess would’ve been a logical thing to do. But somehow, as the time passed, you felt longing. You missed his teasing, dirty jokes, flirty smile, and just the sight of that beautiful face of his.

“And what exactly do they know about the two of us?” The friend opened their mouth. “There’s nothing to know, because we’re nothing.”

“So, like you didn’t send each other steamy love letters or something?”

The question made you laugh, partially because of the bluntness, partially out of bitterness. No letters. No communication. Nothing. You didn’t even know he came back.

“No? Search my drawers if you want to. There’s not a single thing with Yuta written on it.”

“Oh, come on!” You turned to play with the fountain’s cold water. Despite the gloomy aftermath of the war and a busy everyday, you’ve found some time to celebrate the Summer. “(y/n)-”

You hummed at them to continue, but no words came out. Irritated by their silence, despite the clear sign for continuation, you looked up to see them staring at the space behind you.

A pair of hands landed on your shoulders, joined by a scream meant to scare you. Surprised (alright, terrified), you were quick to turn around. The person responsible was none other, but Yuta himself. So he really was back.

His wide smile shone next to the Sun, a welcoming gift he offered you. One of his hands remained on your shoulder, as if it was completely okay to touch an almost-stranger like that.

“Look who’s that.” Yuta turned to the side, his smile turning cold at your friend. His head motioned for them to leave. They were quicker than your reaching hand - abandoned you alone with the man as if that was okay. Yuta sat down next to you on the fountain’s edge. “My favorite neighbor.”

“Oh, am I? Do you even know my name?” But he didn’t grow annoyed at your tone. If anything, your words have made him even happier.

“So you did miss me!”

“Why would I miss you?”

“Because I’m me and you’re crazy in love with this guy.” There he motioned at himself. “

“We’re not even friends, so relax. Welcome home, or whatever.”

Yuta was watching as you stood up and walked away. As far away from him as possible. That meant few meters, until he caught up to you and pulled you through the bushes to a small private space. Somewhere you’ve used to meet. His arms circled around your waist, but you didn’t stop him.

“Don’t be mad now. I needed to see whether you’d miss me.” “I mean two years is enough to get over someone.” “And did you?” “Hm? “Did you get over me?”

You had no answer to that. Because yes, you still felt it. Your silence was enough for Yuta. His grip tightened and he pulled you closer to his face.

“It’s alright. I didn’t get over you either.”

DOYOUNG

After a couple of days of constant rainfall, you’ve forgotten what a sunny day looked like. The gray sky has loomed over your head as if in sync with your anxious thoughts. A companion to your walks in the mornings and evenings. At least it has somehow made you less alone. If you were sad, then the world was too.

The Sun’s return felt like a promise. Things were going to be okay. Eventually, hopefully. Its rays woke you up and walked you home, a substitute companion. It has taken over the gray sky’s role, but did better. The blinding sunlight was drawing a smile on your face with its warmth. It carried your body in a light step, made it take up a longer route home.The world seemed much more enjoyable than it really was.

The house you’ve lived in stood in its place. The white wall now slightly yellow, while the light bounced off of the windows. It felt like a proper home. Like it’d shield you from the doubts and wrongs of real life.

Stepping inside, you caught the sound of your grandmother’s voice. She didn’t tell you about a guest, did she? You were in no state to appear in front of others. Your shirt had a dry oil stain on it.

“Oh, it must be (y/n)!” She sounded excited. “Where have you been for so long?!” 

Her voice was floating from the dining room, and so you headed towards it, right after taking off a bit too tight pair of shoes. There was no escaping now that she heard you making a ruckus in the hallway. The guest would have to deal with your tragic state.

“At work! Where else-”

There, in front of the old woman, was a male silhouette. A thin and tall person with wide shoulders. His shoes were black and tatty on the tips. Trousers were somehow too long, so their dirty ends pooled behind his heels. The jacket could use some proper ironing, but it didn’t matter because your eyes reached where the collar made space for the neck. A pointy chin, opened lips, hollow cheeks, the tip of a nose and finally, the dark eyes.

A long year has passed since the last time you’ve heard him say your name. It was hoarse, filled with disbelief and quiet. Nevertheless you could hear him well.

“Doyoung?” He closed the distance, never looking away from you.

His arms have always been strong, but now you could feel more muscles than fat. His cheeks, although always slender, were now sunken, dark. He smelled of sweat - his favorite cologne nowhere to be found. Hugging him didn’t feel the same to what you were used to, but you were more than ready to make new customs.

“Why didn’t you let me know you were coming back?” He leaned back, so you could look at one another.

One of hands let go to wipe a smudge of oil off your cheek.

“It was meant to be a surprise.”

“You big old goof.” He faked a frown. Faked, because his wide smile couldn’t be hidden.

JAEHYUN

Hugging yourself tightly, you scanned the crowd in search of the promised land, or at least the one Jaehyun has told you about before he was shipped off to fight for the country.

From all you remembered, it had dark eyes, a handsome face and strong arms. The rest was an unknown you were willing to find out, had it been the same as you’ve seen it last, or different, as an effect of its stay. Frankly, you didn’t care how much he has changed - you just wanted him back.

Someone ran past you, screaming incoherently. The motion of a person moving so close made you take a step back, straight into a stranger’s chest. Or maybe not a stranger’s.

“Sor- Jaehyun!” He laughed, proud of his little prank. “How long have you been standing here?”

“For quite some time? I was waiting until you’d realize.”

There was a desire to punch him in the shoulder, but you busied your hands with embracing him instead. It was even better than getting an offended yelp out of him. Although you’ve been crying over how little you remember of his hugs, having him in your hold again made every fact came back. The way he liked your hands the best. How long he needed the embraces to last. Where his nose needed to hide, before he could sigh happily.

Jaehyun promised you a land you were looking forward to, but knew all about.

The only surprise was a weird texture of his skin at the back of his neck. One of your fingers played with it when the man in your hold shivered. The time for welcoming embraces ended.

“What was that?”

“Ah, nothing.”  Jaehyun looked to the side, but as soon as he realized that it was like showing you the place he didn’t want to uncover, he put his arm there.

None of his tactics worked. The redness of burns ended at his jawline. You could see it clear as day.

“Don’t be weird about it. I can see your scars.”

Jaheyun groaned in frustration, changing sides so you couldn’t see a thing. He stood in stubborn silence, waiting for the end of whatever he thought needed to end. Nobody spoke for some time, until you couldn’t hold it in any longer and asked “Are you that ashamed of them?”.

“Am I still handsome with them?” His question was a laughing matter. How could a scar make him any less beautiful? “What are you laughing at?”

“Haven’t you heard that scars are considered very attractive?”

Jaehyun looked back at you. The arm he was using to hide his neck dropped to the side, and he seized your body questioningly, as if there was an answer to all the things that bothered him. Well- who knows? Maybe there was?

“Are they? I thought that was just a myth, you know, to make people feel better.”

You smiled teasingly, looping fingers at the edges of his belt.

“Well, I would most certainly disagree with that being a myth.”

He nodded, considering your words. At a silent question of your raised eyebrow, Jaehyun exhaled, grabbed one of your hands, and pulled you towards the station’s exit.

WINWIN

Sicheng stood in his bedroom with an expression one could only call unreadable. He felt weird without his uniform, regular trousers and shirt irritating his tormented body. They should be his solace, solid ground to stomp on with the war behind him. And yet the material was an unwelcome texture that covered the visible marks of his maturity. He wasn’t a boy anymore, like his room presented - with its childish wallpaper and a small collection of toys placed neatly on the shelf. Sicheng was a man raised by the military. If there had been something he was the best at, it would be shooting and carrying out the orders.

That’s partially why he was wary of coming face to face with his old life. Realizing how twisted he had to be now in comparison to his younger self was something he wanted to avoid. Of course, he failed the task as sentiment took over him as soon as he saw his plastic horses on shelves. But the picture he was now looking at, tucked in the frame of the big mirror, was even more overwhelming. He didn’t remember why it stayed at home instead of being in his pockets through it all. The nervousness of leaving must’ve  made him forget about it.

After a longer moment of hesitation, his hand abandoned the safety of his thigh to grab the photograph and look at it from a smaller distance. Slick paper was aging quickly, but Sicheng couldn’t find it in himself to curse whoever did such a poor job for the large amount of money he had to pay. You were smiling fondly at him from the picture, and he imagined you doing the same once he would see you. Sadly, doubt had a strange habit of returning to him so often these past few years that the dreams of your grin quickly turned into ones blurred by his own tears. What could await him by your side?

Both excitement and dread pushed him to leave his house behind and ride a bus to find out how disturbing the reality was. Many things stayed the same, like the raw walls of your flat’s corridor or the depth of your neighbor’s wrinkles. Only little things changed and yet they were difficult to spot.

In front of the old doors he had second thoughts and was close to turning around. As soon as he did that, his usually steady hands let go of the bouquet of flowers, and he made too much noise gathering them together.

The entrance behind him was opening in sync with his legs straightening, so when he stood up, your eyes were already watching his. In all honesty, he expected you to look alien, as if it was the first time he has ever seen you. But it was completely different. You were familiar in every possible aspect of existing. The changes were like in your surroundings - little, invisible to someone that didn’t know you as well as Sicheng did. The man in front of you could instantly point out the difference in your hair’s length, a new scar decorating your face, how thin you’ve become thanks to the harsh years of war... All of these brought him both sadness and happiness. Sadness, because you were affected and happiness, because the memory that kept him sane at night was identical to the reality.

He was so lost in the sight of you, he didn’t even notice how strange he looked to you, although your face was an open book just for him to read. Maybe if he had noticed, he would lose all of his courage and eventually escape the daunting atmosphere.

“Hey.” He managed to say in the softest of tones that remained the same even after the war. His hand gripping the ruined bouquet of flowers shot in your direction to offer the small gift. “It’s been a while.”

His words sounded so dumb to you, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to hold the laughter back. Not at them, but rather from happiness you felt. Sicheng smiled shyly when your fingers skimmed his meanwhile taking the flowers. One could say that you were magnets - naturally pulling towards one another after just a simple exchange of touches.

In your embrace, he didn’t think about the doubt, he thought about you. Just you in general. Happy, teary-eyed, with harsh hands and soft kisses, in your lowest low but on the cloud nine as soon as he returned into the picture. How could he feel doubt when your salty lips were endlessly smooching his dimples?

JUNGWOO

Your first thought seeing the boy you used to know, was just a confirmation that somehow you’ve lost any certainty about him. 

Kim Jungwoo has changed in almost every possible aspect. There were shadows of wrinkles on his forehead. Hair that he used to wear long was still short from the army. Cheeks, usually full and pushed to the sides by a genuine smile, were now thin and falling in on themselves. Lips looked pale. Though you couldn’t see their texture, you knew they had to be dry. Only his eyes remained somehow similar as they held the last bits of innocence. Brown orbs were swinging between focus and the lack of it, easily getting distracted by the simplest things. Jungwoo’s body language was similar - he would either attempt the bad-boy-leaning-against-a-counter pose or catch himself returning to standing straight as his head turned to look at something. Two men that he was with were bent over their drinks, talking to one another without paying too much attention to their third companion.

“Is this really Kim Jungwoo?” A friend spilled her blond locks on the table as she positioned herself to take a better look at the young man in question. “My my, hasn’t he changed a lot?” 

Her wide eyes turned to yours. The message she was trying to send you wasn’t clear. What did she expect you to say in return?

“Why are you looking at me like that? I’m a little surprised too.”

“A little? You’ve been basically drooling for at least ten minutes now.” Blonde slapped your arm teasingly. “But hey, not judging. Little Jungwoo sure turned into a dreamboat.”

Embarrassed by her words, you turned your head away. You were unwilling to admit she was right. Because yes, the innocent boy that has always been incredibly shy, changed into an attractive man with confidence radiating off of his body. You couldn’t accept the change both in him and the way your own eyes were yearning to look at his features.

When his eyes met yours, you froze in the seat, a sheepish smile turning into a straight line. Jungwoo didn’t wait. A wide smile blossomed on his face, and he instantly walked over.

Without anything else to do, your gaze landed on Jungwoo’s on. He must have been as shocked as you by the chance meeting. His lips were parted and thick eyebrows have risen high up. None of them overshadowed an evident smile.

“Jungwoo!” Your friend sang from the spot next to you.

The young man spared her a single glance as he welcomed her, but quickly returned to stare at your face. You could feel the knowing gaze your friend was giving you. After few awkward seconds of some sort of a staring contest, she elbowed you to do something.

“Maybe you should go and catch up?” The girl offered with clenched teeth.

Startled, you finally pushed yourself up and out of the crowded booth to stand next to Jungwoo. Slightly intimidated by his bold gaze, you asked “Want to go for a walk?”

The laughter he answered with was bold and confident, but Kim Jungwoo wasted no time in offering you his arm.

“Happily.”

MARK

The first thing his sleepy features did, was frown. The headache was painful, but seconds later it left, as he remained frozen in place. You wouldn’t have noticed, had it been not for your position. His face was in your peripheral vision, just above the book you were reading.

It came out of nowhere. Nobody knew when he’d wake up. All you had to do was wait, because he could breathe. As a very tired doctor has repeated to you every day - time was the best remedy. And so you waited. The fact that he finally woke up? You didn’t believe it. Frozen in place, unsure whether to stay or call for a nurse, you waited. If the time was the best remedy, then it had to be the best judge as well.

Mark’s eyelashes fluttered before he allowed the world inside. As soon as he did, he closed them as well. On and off again, he blinked rapidly, trying to get used to the light. The book closed in your hands. His nose scrunched. Fingers straightened at his sides. An inaudible voice told you to reach for them, but you gripped the book tighter instead.

“Is he waking up?” You looked back at one of the five men that were all locked inside the hospital’s room. His left arm was gone, but it didn’t stop him from looking positively at the world. Every then and now he’d busy you with a small talk, and you’ve grown sympathetic towards him.

“Yes.” Upon turning back towards Mark, his dark eyes met yours. His face didn’t change an expression, but you knew he recognized you. Something about the sparks in his eyes that every author loved to bring up.

A small smile of relief blossomed on your features. The spreading warmth told you - it’s going to be alright now. If Mark had woken up, then he had been on the road to fast recovery.

“Hi.” You knelt down by the side of his bed. The corner of a nightstand pressed painfully at your body, but you wanted to be as close to Mark as possible.

Still sleepy, with eyes half-closed, he smiled back. His hand moved a little in your direction, but it was too weak to reach it. Not the one to deny him, you beat the distance yourself, transporting his hand to your face. It felt cold against your cheek.

“Hi.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Hmm-” a yawn blocked him for a moment. “Tired.” His voice was hoarse, as expected from someone who has slept for almost a week.

“That’s alright. You’ve been out of it for quite some time-”

“Have I? How long?”

“Six days.”

“Ouch.”

His reaction made you giggle quietly, and his small frown was quickly replaced by another smile. You couldn’t stop yourself from placing a comforting kiss on his forehead. Mark watched you silently, his eyes still glossy.

“I should go and call the nurse. They need to give you a good check, now that you’re awake.”

“You’re going?” He looked as if you have kicked his puppy. Fingers attempted to lock around your hand, but it was fruitless. Mark was weak, and he couldn’t even hold a limb up.

“I’ll be right back.” Before he could say anything more, you left. Although aware that nothing felt real, you didn’t want to start the topic of war. The time would come. For now, you’d like to act as if it has never happened.  

HAECHAN

The concrete blocks felt hot under the palms of your hands. Compared to the pleasant warmth seeping through your trousers, the firsthand contact felt like touching lava. You wouldn’t have known, but you could only guess it had to be as painful.

The radio speaker has been repeating all day, like a mantra, the weather was a gift at the end of the war. You didn’t feel like the hotness was any sort of a gift, though you haven’t decided yet, whether you loved it or not. The last year was nothing, but a series of undecided opinions. Lonely, watching as your entire neighborhood disappeared, you felt like the whole world has died. Now, all that remained just broken shells of tortured souls.

You remembered the past. The games of hide and seek, limited only by the crossroads at the ends of your street. Stolen cigarettes smoked behind the closest factory. Rumors repeated every time you saw someone, because there was not much happening in the lives of teenagers stuck in their little world.

The noise of an engine filled the street’s void. A woman hanging laundry on a balcony on the other side of the street, looked down to search for its source. Your head turned too, but the hotness bouncing off of the asphalt made it impossible for you to make the features out. Only one thing was sure - a car was coming your way. You didn’t want to stand up for nothing, so you placed hands on your feet as if to nail them to the ground.

“Where is the orchestra? Where are the balloons?”

It couldn’t be- could it? He had to be a mirage. The last time you saw Lee Donghyuck was a year ago, when he sneaked into your bedroom in the middle of the night. The next morning he was supposed to leave for the war, so he decided to kiss you goodbye. One small kiss that tasted of cigarettes was all you remembered him for. And his striped pajamas. A stark contrast to his current green uniform.

The man jumped off the car’s back and waved at the driver to go. The other man honked before pressing the accelerator on.

“You won’t even stand up to welcome me?” His words made you push yourself up.

For some reason, although he stood in front of you, real, he didn’t feel right. There had to be a hook, a switch that would make him fade away into oblivion once the wrong motion was made. You wanted to believe in him, but the loneliness you experienced has left a mark on your mind.

“What’s up with you?” He took your sunglasses off. “Oh, you’re so happy to see me, I left you speechless, right?” A brilliant and cocky smile lightened up his features.

Stuck in a loop of opening and closing your mouth, because you had so much and, simultaneously, so little to say, you never answered. Instead, your eyes wandered around his face, taking in all the signs of change that the past months have left on him.

Donghyuck was missing an ear. Where your eyes were used to seeing a shell-like organ, there was nothing. Your fingers reached for the empty spot and rubbed at the still delicate skin.

“Pretty cool, huh?” Although he tried to sound brave, you caught the glimpse of uncertainty in his voice.

He has rarely shown insecurity, so the idea of experiencing that new part of his- Perhaps the whole idea of being able to experience him, made you finally smile.

“It’s super cool.”

“Yeah, I know. Captain said I will be getting a medal for my service.”

Laughing to yourself, because that was such a dumb thing to worry about in the present moment, you embraced Donghyuck’s frame. He returned it instantly, locking his arms so tightly around you, it hurt. But- You know what? There was no but. You accepted the embrace laughing.

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What it Ursa took her children with her? - Pt.2

As we were saying:

Little over year has passed since the family arrived in Hira’a, and fateful news gets to them: Ozai remarried. His new wife is someone who is honoured to marry the Firelord and doesn’t mind the fact that his head is so deep up his own arse- anyway, and they are expecting a child, who is to be the Firelord’s legitimate heir.

Azula’s hopes and dreams are shattered. At age ten, she is quite literally being replaced in her beloved father’s life. It’s like she’s never even existed, and she can’t help but wonder what she did wrong.

Zuko is also upset, of course. All those years when Ozai told him he was unfit and worthless come flooding back. But somehow, he already expected things to turn out like this. Unlike Azula, he wasn’t so deeply feeding on hopes that things would go back to normal. He sees it more as a situation that was out of everyone’s control.

He convinces Azula it’s not her fault, and these kids will still be trying to understand and defend their father later down the road. There must be a reason for all of this, right? They start thinking of a reasonable scenario…

Ursa just feels sorry for the poor woman who has to deal with Ozai now.

So we get a timeskip: about three years came and went. Zuko and Azula – treated as kids and not as weapons – lead a peaceful and happy life whenever they’re not thinking of their father and everything they could be doing out there.

They have become known local troublemakers in their spare time. Kids know better than to challenge them, people know not to leave flammable goods out in the open – a strict policy regarding fireworks has been established after a chaotic incident – and failure to keep an eye on them this one time led to… well, let’s just say that the town is still unsure of whether or not they’re is being haunted by evil spirits.

They aren’t allowed anywhere near Forgetful Valley, but bold of you to assume they never tried. In-jokes arise.

‘No, I’m serious: that tree’s face looked exactly like yours, Zuzu. You really should befriend it,’ Azula mocks, remembering a particularly ugly tree they encountered in their adventure.

‘Sorry, I wasn’t looking at it. I was busy looking for whoever it was that asked you,’ Zuko retorts. ‘Since Forgetful Valley has all the kinds of crazy stuff.’

‘Maybe we should go back and look for your impulse control, then.’

‘None of you are going back in there,’ Ursa reprehends. ‘It was very irresponsible of you. Forgetful Valley is a dangerous place, you could have gotten hurt!’

‘Your mother is right, you know?’ Noren comments. ‘I’ve been to that jungle before, and it’s definitely not a playground. But I swear…’ He makes a dramatic pause. ‘I once saw Ursa’s sense of humour in there.’

The kids burst out laughing while Ursa sighs. ‘Since you can find such amazing things in the valley, dear, why don’t you go back there and find yourself actual funny jokes? I’m sure my sense of humour will be around the same corner.’

*More laughter*

(IDK, I write crappy comedy, ok?)

They still have a bit of a hard time making friends. I wouldn’t say they are shy, but they definitely have a talent to say the wrong things at the wrong times, and it’s hard to make deep connections. Sure, they would play with other kids from time to time, but in the end, Zuko and Azula are each other’s best friend.

They’ve cleared an area by the beach that any Hira’a resident knows to stay away from when they’re training.

Azula discovered a great passion for theatre. Not only are her acting skills fantastic, she also seems to be naturally aware of what makes a good scene. People say she’s Noren’s Little Assistant.

She hates being called Noren’s Little Assistant. She would much rather be called Ursa’s Little Star, because goddamn is she a good actress and she needs everyone to know that.

Zuko is more of a plant-lover guy. Unfortunately, he hasn’t inherited his grandmother’s green thumb, and despite Ursa’s best efforts to teach him, it seems like everything he touches dies.

He has grown to show a way with animals, however. Any variety of frogs and toads love him; lizards of all kinds are attracted to him like he’s a magnet; furry animals big and small adore him and any type of bird-like creature seems to think he is the best human being in existence. But his favourite animals are still the turtleducks.

Back in the palace, Iroh eventually learns of Ozai’s bullshit and how he got the throne in the first place. And you know what? The time has come for Iroh to draw a line in the sand. He confronts his little brother, who confronts him back by telling him that, should he try to tell anyone in the Fire Nation the truth – that Ozai was a top-grade traitor who actually had no right to the throne –, no one would believe him. Since his brother won’t be sensible, Iroh decides that’s it: he’s fucking out.

Now a fugitive from the Fire Nation, he somehow winds up owning a lovely traveling tea shop called the Jasmin Dragon. Most people don’t even suspect he is the fearful Dragon of the West, because he’s just so nice?

You can bet he serves blends of tea from all across the nations.

The tea shop is also a good cover up for his exchanges with the Order of the White Lotus. He gives and receives information, and does his best to help villages to either defend themselves or evacuate during Fire Nation attacks.

One day a member of the White Lotus travels to Hira’a for one reason or another and finds Zuko and Azula. This person then sends a letter to Iroh.

Iroh comes to Hira’a to visit the family. He’s glad to see they’re ok, even if he can’t stay for too long. But long enough for some Quality Time – these kids have grown so much!

Iroh doesn’t know of Ursa’s part in Azulon’s assassination, and only assumes she knew of Ozai’s plan. But now, it’s time that her children learned a couple of things, and he is willing to teach them, so that when the time arrives for them to meet their destiny, they should be able to choose wisely and face whatever comes their way. So he asks the children to accompany him in his travels.

Ursa doesn’t want to let them go. They’re children, they should be here living a peaceful life, not meeting some grand, dangerous destiny! What if something horrible happened to them?

Iroh understands the pain of losing a child. He doesn’t want to make Ursa spend her time worrying about losing two, so he respects her decision and soon leaves the town.

But the siblings are not about to just sit here when they know they’re destined for something greater. What incredible knowledge did their uncle hold? Did their father have something to do with this? They always knew there was more to their fate than just living in Hira’a for the rest of their lives, and this is their chance; it’s now or never.

Zuko and Azula are about to sneak out and follow Iroh when Noren spots them. But instead of trying to stop them – he is well aware that he can’t – he gives them two masks and some advice about never forgetting who they were.

Why yes, I am saying that they eventually take the masks and become partners in crime, Zuko as the Blue Spirit and Azula as the Red Spirit, because parallels.

They catch up with their uncle and adventures and shenanigans issue as Zuko, Azula and Iroh cross the Earth Kingdom.

Now imagine this trio: two of the most awkward firebending teenagers travelling with their old tea-loving uncle, who spits proverbs like he’s made of them. The possibilities for both hilarious and heart-warming moments are endless.

Iroh thinks himself a matchmaker. Whenever he thinks he sees some romance going on, he encourages his nephew or niece to make a move. His flaming cupid arrows do more damage than good, yet he only has good intentions at heart. Teens all around the kingdom encourage you to stop, sir.

Their new life is even more humbling than in Hira’a, since they are constantly travelling. But they manage, and they know their uncle is nothing but wise… even if Azula is still quite arrogant and manipulative, and Zuko is impatient and hot-headed, which can lead to a lot of conflict.

Iroh teaches them both how to create and redirect lightning. Zuko is better at redirecting than Azula. Creating it, on the other hand, is a bit more complicated, and both of them get their fair share of explosions while learning. Neither of them really gets a hang of it – although Azula is better at it than Zuko, that’s not saying much – for they still have a lot of identity-related turmoil inside them that won’t let them grasp the energy.

Guess who else teaches them? Other members of the White Lotus. Both Zuko and Azula get some swordsmanship Skills™ from Piandao, some different (and somewhat unwillingly taught) firebending technics from Jeong-Jeong and a lot of things from Bumi, including but not limited to: creative thinking, the art of patience, strategic planning, dealing with pirates and a surprising amount of rocks-related knowledge.

Bumi adopted Zuko and Azula and gave himself the role of Second Uncle. You cannot convince me otherwise.

So one day, little over a year after the siblings joined Iroh, they wind up in a city where this big circus is performing. Uncle Iroh decides to take his niece and nephew to see it. And oh, aren’t they surprised by who they see performing?

Even though Ty Lee was essentially the only one between her sisters to befriend Azula – and consequentially, the only one to periodically spend time in the palace with her –, Zuko and Iroh still have a hard time distinguishing her from the six other girls who look exactly like her, uncertainly calling her all different names before Azula snaps ‘you idiots, that’s Ty Lee!’.

The acrobat is so glad to see her friend again, because damn: it’s been nearly four years since they last saw or even heard from each other! And Zuko, I thought you were dead? This is such a neat reunion, there’s so much for them to talk about! And sure, the circus has to leave soon and so do the siblings, but Ty Lee reassures them that, if they ever needed her, she wasn’t hard to find. This isn’t the last we’ll see of Ty Lee.

Azula doesn’t let it show, but she resents Ty Lee a little bit for choosing to abandon her noble life. She really wishes she could have had a choice.

Uncle Iroh tells the siblings stories about the war that would have some day mesmerized them. But now, his opinions about those events and what he did as a prince general have changed; that, along with what the family sees in their journey – all the horrors brought to innocent people – gives Zuko and Azula a new perspective on what they used to think was a greater good. It will still take a while for Azula to understand that no, these people are no lesser than her and for Zuko to understand why any of that matters.

Iroh eventually tells them the truth about Azulon’s death. Or at least, what he knows of it: their father killed Azulon, banished them, took the throne by force and planned to gain more power at the expense of everyone. This is a lot to take in, and the siblings don’t quite believe it.

After four years thinking about it, Zuko and Azula decided to take their mother’s early words – they went to Hira’a to be safe – and formulate what for them was a reasonable scenario. They believe that Ozai never actually wanted any of this to happen. The whole family had to have been in danger, be it due to some political, social or personal threat, and Ozai wanted to take it all by himself to protect them. So he sent his wife and children away, concocted a plan with Azulon to cover for them and, once Azulon died and left him the throne, remarried to keep appearances. To Zuko and Azula, this makes perfect sense. And they thoroughly convince themselves of that.

They initiate an argument, thinking that Iroh is jealous of Ozai.

Their uncle sees these children are starting to stray from their path, but he knows this is a necessary journey for them. They will never be able to deal with reality unless they face it.

The siblings leave Iroh, planning to head straight to the Fire Nation capital and find out what really happened. Maybe now that they are older, it would be a perfect time to come back home; they surely could defend themselves from any threats.

Of course, they’ll be very disappointed to know that Ozai was just a bitch and never actually cared for any of them.

I don’t have a full formed idea about how their reencounter with their father would go down, but I say Ozai would officially banish both his children from the Fire Nation for trying to cause a commotion – which could easily be perceived as a threat. Not only that, but Zuko and Azula are the children of a traitor; cue for Ozai revealing what happened that night four years ago, confirming that he was the one to kill Azulon with Ursa’s help.

I also think that, after that day, the Firelord would have discreetly helped spread rumours about Ursa that would drag her name through the mud in the Capital – was she cheating on Ozai? Was she selling Fire Nation information to the Earth Kingdom? Was she planning a coup against the Firelord? Her crimes change from mouth to mouth. In the end, no one would take Zuko or Azula back unless Ozai wanted it. But he doesn’t. Not now, at least…

But Ozai also decides to play with his options: he plants a seed of doubt in his children’s minds; should they prove themselves useful later on, it would only take pulling a few strings for them to come crawling back to him. So he tells them that they needed to prove themselves for everyone to see that they weren’t traitors like their mother. They needed to prove their worth so that he could accept them.

Ozai goes a step further with Azula and tells her that, before his demise, Firelord Azulon had a plan. A plan to bring her back and put her in the leading, prestigious role she was always meant to get. But they needed to wait for the right time. There is a right time, Princess Azula. Your hopes were right all along, they will come for you eventually if you prove yourself.

The siblings have a lot to think about while they’re leaving the Fire Nation. They idolized Ozai so much all these years. But the undeniable truth came crashing down on their heads, spoken by the man himself. What would they do now? They didn’t think it possible, but their harsh actions made things so much worse: they couldn’t come back to their mother, they didn’t have many hopes of running into Iroh again, they can’t even set foot in their homeland anymore; Zuko and Azula are all on their own.

Maybe it’s time to turn a new leaf. It starts with them being fairly neutral, not completely loyal to either the Fire Nation or to the rest of the world. During this period, they would argue a lot about what to do or where to go next, getting separated and going their own ways before destiny makes them stick together again, over and over.

They manage to get a few deals and own a few favours here and there, become known thieves as the Spirits, and maybe meet up with Ty Lee’s circus every now and again. Life is hard.

But there is one thing that is about to be a beacon in their darkness…

Time to catch up to the show. Oh, you thought I wouldn’t go there?

Part 3 coming right up!

(I know I said this would be a two-parter, but it got ridiculously long, so I split it again. Three-parter now.)

#I planned on posting this much earlier #But I've been having some technical issues #I suppose it happens #This is still messy #And it will only get messier #It would be one long fanfiction #Avatar the Last Airbender #ATLA #canon divergence #Zuko #Azula #Ursa #Firelord Azulon #Firelord Ozai #(Bitchlord) #Uncle Iroh #Ty Lee #King Bumi #Order of the White Lotus #Part 3 should be up in less than a week if I get time to post it

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Betrayal by Blood

Request by Tuxedo Elf on the LU discord:

“Some warrior angst with a happy ending?”

Credit goes to @linkeduniverse for the au, @mytoomanybookstoread, @cassandrasartworld, Auroraful#4260 and Lazer Lim#7313 on discord all for the idea of Warrior having a lot of sisters and for each hc about them. (I hope I didn’t miss crediting anyone) and Nintendo. 

Peace out.

Warnings: swearing, fighting, blood, death, the usual

He hated traitors. The ones who couldn’t keep their loyalty and their oaths. He knew that the turncoat leader was a figure of authority in the army, probably one of the knights of the royal guard. But he never expected him to go against the crown.

He was the oldest of all of Link’s siblings, born to another mother before their father met a fair and widowed noblewoman.  He and his brother didn’t look that much different, he had a darker blonde than Link, and kept the undercut buzzed.  He was tall and lanky, but didn’t try and hide it like his brother did.  In fact, if he wasn’t such a well recognized knight, people may have seen him as a troublemaker of sorts. His name was Trixon, a commander in the Hyrulian army that lead his section into the front lines of battles. Having such a high and dangerous role to play left him distant from his family, every trip home a family reunion to rejoice his well-being.

“How is it like, now being an official knight?” sitting together on a hill to escape their festive and crowded household, the brothers watched the sky as the last embers of light disappeared into the horizon and the first of the stars appeared.  Link had been knighted the day before, now being the only time he has had to himself since then.

“It’s very strange, I now have authority over those decades ahead of me and of those who I grew up with in the barracks. My friends and I grow more distant with each step I take to being part of the royal guard.”

Trixon nodded along, re-accounting his days of youth.

“Our father’s legacy will carry on proudly with you little brother.” Link looked over at his brother surprised, for he had never really mentioned their father except for when the time called for it.

“And what’s to say that you won’t, being that you are the eldest.” Trixon looked at his younger brother with fondness, but Link could see a twinge of sadness in his brother’s eyes. The sadness disappeared when Trixon smirked and ruffled Link’s hair, much to Link’s annoyance.

“I see this potential in you brother, a spark of courage that will one day give you a name to succeed our father’s.” a call from inside of the household summoned them to dinner, and so Link got up and brushed himself off with reluctance. 

“Before I am to leave again, I want you to remember,” Link turned to his brother with eager ears, watching him as he gathered his belongings and started to walk down the hill, his younger brother at his heels.

“to remember that, if you truly are worthy of walking in our father’s footsteps,” a crowd of blonde haired relatives waited inside, each welcoming their brothers and uncles as dinner was being served.

“then you must do whatever it takes to achieve your goal.”

It’s been six months since that night.

“Trixon please! Why are you doing this?” it only took two months for a civil war to plague Hyrule. At first no one really thought much of the knights sneaking off into the hillsides. None batted an eye when swords strapped to the backs of what seemed to be well civilized knights came back coated in blood. So when the first siege against the castle went into effect, everyone was caught off guard, almost promising a sure victory for the turncoats if the princess hadn’t organized her troops right away and started to march against the rebels.

“This kingdom is corrupt! Its foundations made by lies and the blood of innocents.” Trixon walked towards Link with no weapons unsheathed, which caused Link’s instincts to bring up his shield a little up.

Seeing his brother’s reluctance to listen, he extended his arm as if to grab Link’s hand, “Come, join me brother.”

“What?!”

“I don’t want to fight you any longer little one! Please, let me spare your life.” Even though they were on opposing sides, Link could see the desperation and agony in his brother’s eyes as he pleaded.

“My loyalty was chosen long before you did this.” shaken by Link’s declaration, Trixon stepped back, only to bow his head and draw his sword.

“And that is what makes you better than us all.”

As their swords clashed, the battle waged around them, none daring to cross their blades or interfere. But after every blow, every thrust, every block, neither of them were gaining an upper edge on the other. For what seemed like hours to them they fought and fought, rage and loyalty guiding their swords to their opponent’s weak spots, only to the countered and the process repeated.

Suddenly the older knight switched his tactics, putting his shield up and barging at full speed at Link. Unable to jump out of the way, Link brought up his own shield only to hear a sickening crack from his arm as he struggled against Trixon’s weight. A swift kick to his chest pushed Link back, causing him to double over while cradling his injured arm. 

Glowering at his dishonored brother, Link saw a glimpse of sorrow in his brother’s eyes before they turned dull and deprived of emotion. Trixon brought his sword up, ready to end this quickly before he could start to hesitate. But Link was quicker, and dodged the blade to pierce his sword through the armor embedded with the enemy’s crest.

A warm and sticky fluid splattered across his face, and when he pulled his sword it was coated in a dark red liquid. His hands started to shake, dropping the blade that his sister had so carefully crafted for him. He felt Trixon fall besides him, and sunk down to his knees. A cough awoke him from his shock, and made Link gaze upon his brother. 

“I’m sorry little one, you deserve a better brother than what I have to offer.” Trixon took Link’s hand into his own, hoping to get some kind of response. But instead Link looked away from his dying brother and took in the view of the barren battlefield littered with corpses and lost horses looking for their masters. It would seem that while they fought, the battle had ended and they were abandoned.

“Our family, you take care of them.... you hear me?” hearing Trixon whisper to him while coughing up blood made Link want to curl inward, to block out the sound of his brother’s voice and the stench of blood and metal.

“Of course.” his pathetic excuse for a whisper came out broken and nearly inaudible. But the small smile his brother wore told him that he had understood him without the need of words.

“Good, may you live long and prosperous...” Overcome with agony, Link buried his head on his brother’s chest, one hand clenching Trixon’s and the other his tunic, while tears trailed down his face.

“Brother.”

The only sound that could be heard in the aftermath of the massacre, was the cries of despair from a knight mourning for his lost mentor and friend.

He woke up to a bed, his arm in a cast, and a sleeping soldier with horrible bed head besides him. Link smiled softly, and gently nudged his sister awake.

“mmmmmhhhh... five more minutes...”

“You know, if Lilith was here she’d drag you out and throw you into a basin of freezing water for such laziness.”

“You’re awake!” snapping to attention, the captain of the royal guard pounced on her younger brother, nearly suffocating him while hugging. Now fully awake, a wave of memories flooded Link’s mind. The battle. The blood. Trixon.

“Trixon... is he..?” his sister looked away with her head bowed, shame and despair written across her face.

“If only I would have known, I could’ve stopped him make him reconsider his actions-” before Link could continue his train of thought, he was quickly cut off.

“For what? To then live on in his place as he rots in the castle’s dungeons? You know this is what he wanted.” she pulled away from Link, and took his hand in hers. Tears started to form in the corners of her eyes but before Link could say anything to comfort his sister the door to their house barged open.

“Cahira, how long are you going to mope around here while the others and I-” before the intruder even got to finish her sentence, the sight of her youngest sibling alive and awake urged her to walk swiftly to him and nearly crush his ribs while she embraced him.

“Rainee please, it’s okay-”

“No it’s not fucking okay! We didn’t know when you were going to wake up, IF YOU WERE GOING TO WAKE UP.”

“Rainee...” but just as Link tried to ease his sister, the rest of the family quickly filed in through the door and surrounded their brother, each asking him different questions and some checking his injuries.

“I swear if you keep scaring us like this I’ll pull you out of knighthood and force you to work at some domestic job right where we can keep an eye on you firetop.” said Coretta, trying to stay stable with her cane while wiping tears away. 

Her comment sent a few laughs and chuckles, but the reminder of Trixon’s death still loomed over their heads. Who it was that started to sniffle first is unknown, but soon enough Link found himself in the midst of his sisters as each of them tried to sit next to him on his bed.

And so they huddled around their last brother, each counting their blessings as the new day’s light shone from the windows.

#linkeduniverse #oof this took a while #oh well #hope this is good #fanfic #my writing #link #warriors #this is as happy as it was going to get

[ourmidnightmusings]

OkiKagu Fanfiction

Title: Babies Bring the Worst out of People

Summary:  Okita Sougo is forced to attend a baby shower held in honor of his and Kagura's first child. The best part? His in-laws can't wait to murder him. 

Pairing(s): OkiKagu, hints of KamuSoyo and GinTsu

Rating: M

Chapters: 1/?

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write for my second favorite couple ever! Also, there needs to be more OkiKagu fics in the world! Please let me know what you think. Hope everyone likes it! :)

"I changed my mind; I'm not going."

Kagura looked up from her third bowl full of rice and egg and spared an annoyed glare at her husband. "Yes, you are."

Folding his arms together, Okita replied in a stern voice, "No, I'm not." Naturally, any wife in his time would be a bit tense to hear the man of the house sound so serious. A proper, Japanese woman would obey her husband's words, not defy them.

His wife was neither of those things.

"HAH! It's funny that you think you have a say in anything." The Yato bellowed out in fits of laughter. After another round of knee-slapping and snorting, she went back to shovelling piles of food into her mouth. Disregarding Sougo's unamused look, she went on to prove her firmness on the matter. "Anego worked hard on this baby bath party for us, we have to go."

Okita rolled his eyes. She didn't even know what the damn thing was called. "You mean baby shower."

"Whatever, you're still not getting out of this."

He released a deep sigh and sat next to the frustrating Amanto. Glancing down at her well-rounded stomach, he began to think of ways to convince her to ditch the damn party. The last thing he wanted to do was argue with an irritable, hormonal alien that was capable of sending his ass flying should he piss her off. But he was really not looking forward to seeing a bunch of troublemakers and dealing with the shit-show that was likely to occur. And as bad as the Yorozura and their friends usually were, they were not the reason he wanted to avoid the baby shower.

To his luck, the Boss Lady had thought it would be a great idea to invite Kagura's brother and father to the event. How she even found out how to contact them was beyond him.

It wasn't that he was afraid of his in-laws. It was that he hated them and wished that they would both get lost in space somewhere. For one, Umibouzo was always giving him menacing looks and pandering Kagura to come alien-hunting with him. Then there was that prick Kamui who had attempted to kill him at every given turn. The day before their wedding was a lovely example of how close they had become.

"You're not worthy of mating with my sister if you can't even beat me in a fight." The vermillion-haired man pressed the tip of his umbrella further into his neck, grinning. "As ugly as she is, I still have to protect her dignity as a Yato."

The fight ended right away once China shot a hundred bullets at them. Never mind the prospects of injuring her own groom.

He leaned over to rub her pregnant belly affectionately. Despite the hectic process of dating and marrying the crazy woman, he loved her more each day. His happiness only increased the day she told him that they were expecting their first child. They still had a few more months until she was ready to pop, but he was excited to meet their new son or daughter. Having a new family was always something he secretly wanted. His only regret was that his older sister would not get to shower them with the same love she raised him with.

"Can't you give me a break? I'm the one who gave you this kid." Sougo pulled her away from the table, settling her in between his legs. "Unless you're not telling me something." He joked.

"Relax, Sadist. I've never slept with anyone else and you know it." Kagura rested her head on his chest. "I can give you an exact date that you blew your load into me to prove it."

"So vulgar," Okita smirked. An idea formed in his head, it was likely to fail but worth a shot. He pulled her down with him onto the floor and climbed on top of her. With ease, he unhooked the first few ties on her qipao to reveal her swelling breasts. "I wouldn't mind blowing my load into you right now though. What do you say, China?" He whispered as he peppered kisses all over her neck. She had been consistently horny during her second trimester- not that he was complaining. Maybe he might be able to sway her with the promise of some afternoon nookie?

The Amanto girl pushed him away and straightened out her dress. "I say we get going before Shinpachi and Gin-chan wreck the place." She held her hand out to him, smiling like no tomorrow.

He only groaned and helped her up.

~

By the time that they arrived, Saddaharu in toll, the Shimura house was already filled with familiar faces. Kagura's eyes had lit up tremendously, taking in the hoard of people that were socializing around the estate. It seemed that Anego invited everyone who lived in Kabukicho. Not excluding an abundant amount of friends the Yoruzura had made on their adventures. "Kagura-chan! Okita-san! Welcome!" Otae greeted the couple made their way to the yard where most of the decorations and food were. Blue and pink balloons, streamers, and banners spread out as far as they could see. Why there were even tables filled with all kinds of delicious-looking food!

Sougo snickered, patting the pregnant Yato's shoulder tenderly. "Looks like they've prepared enough for your appetite. Unfortunately, it looks like the rest of the country will have to suffer a shortage for at least a month." His joke earned him a crushed foot, courtesy of his wife's favorite pair of boots.

Ignoring his groans of pain, Kagura eagerly waddled up to the older lady. As excitement burst from her body, she gave her friend a tight hug. "Whoa, Anego! This place looks amazing!" The vermillion haired woman beamed.

The daughter of a samurai smiled and returned her embrace, mindful of her protruding belly. "I'm glad that you like it. We're waiting for a few more guests to arrive and then we'll really start the fun!"

"Who's missing?" Okita grunted, looking around the crowd suspiciously.

Suddenly, several panicked screams and screeches filled the area. The sea of people quickly dispersed as a large, flying ship clouded over them.

"KAGURAAA!"

Fuck.

"Papi!" His wife yelled back, watching in awe as her father and brother jumped off the space vessel. Abuto and a few other of their lackeys joined them as well. Umibouzu landed first, although his balance was thrown off by a loose roof tile. He tumbled comically until he fell face-first at their feet.

The married couple and Otae watched awkwardly as he quickly stood up. "Thank goodness, I made it in time." He coughed into his hand, faking composure. But as soon as he remembered the reason for this reunion, his face brightened up a second later. "How's my precious daughter and grandson?" He cooed while leaning toward her belly.

Okita rolled his eyes. He had purposely ignored him like a damn middle-schooler.

Swatting her father away from her, Kagura snorted. "What makes you so sure that it's a boy?"

"It was foreseen, of course!" The hunter proclaimed smugly.

"They say old men become superstitious when they're approaching their final days." Kamui hummed while striding towards them. "Wouldn't it be better to end you now, though? I'll let you die while with what little wit you have left." He asked with his usual menacing smile.

Abuto chuckled as he and a few other of their men joined them. "Now, now. We promised not to make trouble, right Captain?" Not that he would expect his commander to keep his word, especially when he was surrounded by a few people he had yet to settle a score with.

"Don't worry, I'll be on my best behaviour." Kamui beamed. "You're looking quite healthy, little sister. You too, Policeman." He said with a smirk.

"Likewise, Criminal." Sougo eyed him back.

Ignoring his son's rude interruption, Umibouzu huffed and folded his arms. "Anyways, I did not predict Kagura's first child. It was Kouka."

"Mami did?" Kagura's eyes widened.

"Yes. We once had a long chat about your future, just before…" Her father trailed off with a sad smile. Putting his hand on her shoulder and gave her a tender squeeze. "She said that in her dreams she envisioned you cradling a little boy. And I have never known your mother to be wrong about anything."

Kagura, somewhat stunned but also touched, was left speechless. It was only when Sougo gripped her hand that she awoke from the flashing memories of her dear mother. She hadn't realized that she was already tearing up either. Damn hormones.

Sighing, Kamui turned his heel. "Well, if you're done being sentimental about the past, I'll go and mingle."

"Try anything funny and you're dead." The first division captain called after his departing brother-in-law. He was answered with a wave of dismissal.

Clearing her throat, Otae turned back to her guest of honor. "Kagura-chan, let's get you comfortable. Everyone still needs to greet you." Also, she would very much like to make sure her home was intact.

She nodded excitedly. "Okay! Papi, are you coming?" The pregnant woman asked.

"Later. For now, I think I'll go find that sliver headed idiot. Have fun!" Umibouzu grinned before trotting off as well.

Husband and wife shared a knowing look. They would be lucky if no one died by the end of the night. Personally, Sougo blamed the baby.

#okikagu #okikagu fanfiction #okita sougo #kagura gintama

[aesthetixallyexo]

two is company, three’s a crowd ; osh & pcy

word count: 2.1k

genre: smut

warnings: one night stand, threesome (f/m/m), oral, multiple orgasms, nightclub au kinda

‘in which two may be company, but three isn’t necessarily a crowd’

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Teaching kindergarten was no easy task. In just two hours, you had to clean up an ‘accident’ on the carpet, explain death to the kids when they found Mr. Goldie (the class pet) upside down in his fishbowl, break up a fight over building blocks that lead to one boy getting a nose bleed and some little troublemaker got paint all over your new blouse.

And that was just two out of the six hour school day.

It was Thursday, but it was the Thursday before a long weekend. You needed a drink, so badly to the point that you debated having a friend bring you wine in a to-go cup during naptime to help you get through the rest of your day.

A few of the other kindergarten teachers had made plans to go out this weekend, but you weren’t interested in joining them. That ‘wild evening’ of theirs included a group of women aged forty five to sixty, all drinking a glass of wine each and calling it a night so they could all be home before 9:30.

No.

You wanted to get dressed up in the shortest dress you owned, go out to a nightclub, dance, get shit faced, and take some guy home. It was a far cry from what your colleagues had planned to do.

The children were escorted to the buses by some older students, and you finally had some silence. One of the other teachers came around and asked if you were sure about not wanting to go out and you politely told her you had other plans.

If only she and the others knew.

You left the building shortly after that, thrilled to have the long weekend away from your class. Not that you didn’t love your kids, but you just needed a break. You took a luxurious shower when you got home (luxurious meaning longer than three minutes and not at five in the morning) before taking a quick power nap.

Getting ready to go to a club was almost calming to you. It gave you some much needed me-time to pamper yourself and feel like the princess you read to your class about. But maybe this princess had just slightly more questionable morals.

The dress you had on was a cute little red number that showed off a good bit of your cleavage. You wore a lipstick to match and your sexiest (yet most comfortable) heels. You thought you looked pretty good all dressed up like that, and you simply hoped that you’d find someone else who thought the same thing.

The Aura was your club of choice. A friend of yours worked as a bartender there and vowed to have your back against any creeps who got handsy or tried to slip something in your drink. You found her behind the bar, bringing you your usual French Kiss to drink. She could tell just by looking at you that your week had been hell.

But it was the long weekend now, and you had three days to relax.

You sat at the bar for a bit, noticing two guys on the end staring at you. Flashing them a slightly flirty smile while taking another sip if your drink. They started whispering and giving an occasional nod in your direction.

There was a slight smirk on your lips as you took another sip. Your friend came over to where you were sitting. “Those two seem a little too interested. Want me to kick em out?” Her protectiveness was funny but understandable. She dealt with some serious creeps on a regular.

“No need. I’ll be sure to call you over if I need anything.” She gave you a small salute and went off to take someone else's order. You noticed one of the two guys getting up and walking over to you.

He was tall and handsome, with a little bit of a baby face. “Hello gorgeous.” His voice was dripping with charm, and his smile didn’t hurt either.

You flashed him a flirtatious smile. “You’re not bad yourself, I’m (Y/N).” He introduced himself as Chanyeol, and offered you to buy you a drink. He flagged down your friend, who made your drink with a knowing smile.

She brought it over and winked at you before walking off to the other end of the bar. You clinked glasses with Chanyeol before taking respective sips from your drinks. He was charming and funny, flirty but not pushing it.

He might just be the guy you take home.

His friend was still sitting at the end of the bar, watching the two of you. You turned your attention back to Chanyeol and the story he was telling about his uncle at a family reunion.

“Do you wanna go dance?” You asked, unsure what his his friend’s deal was and why he was staring like that. “I’m not really much of a dancer, but I think I can make an exception for you.”

You lead him over to an empty spot on the dance floor. He looked a little bit awkward in the way he moved, but he looked like he was having fun.

It got to a point where you two were less dancing and more grinding against one another. He crashed his lips against yours, delighted when you pulled him closer and kissed him back.

When you were both breathless, you looked into his eyes. “Do you want to get out of here? I literally live a block away.” Chanyeol looked like he was hesitant.

“I came in here with my friend, the one I was sitting with at the bar,” You glanced over to look at him. He was still sat there, staring into the bottom of his drink. “And we decided that we wanted to find a girl to share for the evening. Now, you don’t have to say yes, and if you’d rather it just be us two, that’s-”

“I’ll do it.”

It wasn’t your initial plan for the evening, but a few vivid images of the three of you between the sheets sent blood rushing down south.

Chanyeol stopped. “Seriously?” He asked, trying to mask his excitement. “Why not? After my hell of a week I need a little fun.” You were lead back through the crowd of people until you were near the bar and being introduced to Sehunt.

“Sehun, this is (Y/N). (Y/N), this is Sehun.” Once that was all said and done, you three were headed towards the exit. You sent one last look to your friend behind the bar, who was doing a motion with her thumbs that meant you better tell me everything that happens.

The night was pretty warm, making for a pleasant walk. You smiled at the doorman when you walked into your apartment building and ignored the knowing look he shot you.

The elevator went up to the second floor and you unlocked the door. The two men followed you inside, flicking on the lights to illuminate your living room. “You know what I just realized? I didn’t get to dance with you, Sehun. We could do that now, if you like.”

Your heels were off at the door, making the both of them seem that much taller. “What did you have in mind?”

Turning the bluetooth speaker on your tv stand on, you put on something by the Weeknd and pushed him to sit in your arm chair. “Take a seat, Chanyeol. I think you’re gonna wanna watch this.” You went to sit on the other man’s lap and straddle him so you were face to face.

You started by moving your hips slowly against him. This wasn’t that different from what you and Chanyeol were doing before, one difference being you and Chanyeol were standing upright.

Sehun’s hands were roaming down your back, gliding over your ass and squeezing it. It made you grind down harder on his erection, and you let out a little groan. You kissed Sehun, wrapping your arms around his neck while you continued moving against him.

The armchair was placed in such a way that whoever was on the couch could see who was sitting on the chair from the side. This meant Chanyeol could see you grinding on Sehun’s crotch and groaning into his mouth. He was palming himself over his pants while he watched, wishing to be in Sehun’s place.

Chanyeol was making no effort to be quiet while he touched himself. You stopped kissing Sehun and turned your head to see that Chanyeol had unbuttoned his pants to alleviate some of the pressure.

“I think Chanyeol wants to play too. Should we take this bedroom, boys?” You were off Sehun’s lap and heading towards your bedroom, meaning the only option for them was to follow.

“So, how do you two want me?” You asked. They exchanged a look, as if they’d already discussed and thought about how this night was going to go.

Chanyeol piped up first. “You’re going to suck me off-” He stopped so Sehun could pick up where he left off. “While I eat you out.”

Perfect.

You wrestled with the zipper on your dress until Sehun stepped in and unzipped it for you. It fell to the floor, and both stared at your exposed form. The dress had cups and an underwire built in, so you forwent wearing a bra. They eyed your topless form hungrily while undressing themselves.

With a pile of clothes on the floor, Sehun climbed up on your bed and gestured for you to straddle his face. You let your panties hit the floor and moved until your pussy was hovering over his ready lips and tongue.

Chanyeol made his way onto your bed too, still in his boxers but the sheer fabric did nothing to hide his size or need. He pulled them down his legs which allowed his erection spring free.

Your mouth watered while you started stroking him. Sehun dragged his tongue through your folds as you took the tip of Chanyeol’s cock into your mouth and started sucking on it. You took him deeper into your mouth and moaned around his cock when Sehun plunged his tongue inside you.

One set of hands was on your hips while the other tugged on your hair to take him a far as you could. It was like they were working together in making you feel good. Sehun guided your hips so his nose was pushed flush against your clit and you could grind against it. That, mixed his his tongue probing your g-spot and lapping at your wetness had you attempting to moan around Chanyeol’s thick cock.

The vibration around him left beautiful deep groans tumbling past Chanyeol’s lips. Sehun was groaning too, right against your pussy and fuck, it felt good. Chanyeol was moaning out something, but you couldn’t bother listening. His cock was beginning to throb and his thrusts were getting sloppier.

You were bucking your hips wildly against Sehun’s face, shifting you slightly so his lips could wrap tightly around your clit. You hadn’t realized how close to cumming you were until your orgasm actually washed over you. Chanyeol came down your throat while you rode out your high, still bucking against Sehun’s mouth.

After you came down from your high, you released Chanyeol from your mouth and sat down on the bed beside Sehun. The three of you were all breathing heavily. “Wait. Sehun, you haven’t gotten off, have you?”

His shirt and pants were off, but his boxers were still on and they had a very obvious tent. “Don’t worry about me, I just wanted to get you off.” You considered that nonsense. He looked like he was painfully hard. It didn’t take much convincing before he was pounding into you for all you were worth while Chanyeol watched.

All three of you fell asleep (but not before kissing a little more and sucking bruises on discrete areas of skin) cuddled up with you in the middle.

You woke up the next morning to find your bed empty. They were nowhere to be found in your apartment either, but a note left on your kitchen counter apologized for leaving early but they were both called into work. Their numbers were also scrawled at the bottom of the page with the promise that all three of you were going to do this again soon.

•

The weekend came and went faster than you’d thought it would. Monday morning meant you were back in your kindergarten class, listening to what your students did over their extended weekend. One little boy found out his mom was pregnant, one girl’s family went camping, and another saw a new superhero movie.

“What about you, Miss (Y/N)? What’d you do this weekend?”

Oh God.

THE END

#exo #exo smut #exo fanfiction #oh sehun #sehun #park chanyeol #chanyeol #nightclub au #smut #alternate universe

[wlwbeverly]

the group chat made me do this pt 2

“Tell me about your daughter.”

Your head snaps up as you turn to find the sound of the voice, softening when you see Stan in the doorway.

“Did you miss the 5 minutes I spent talking about her at dinner?” You ask him. “She’s amazing. Can’t really say much more than that.”

Muttering something, Stan averts his eyes to the ground, looking now more than ever like the boy fourteen year old you had fallen head over heels for.

“I’m sorry?” You ask him, leaning on your father’s old work bench.

“Y/n,” Stan sighs, venturing further into the room and closing the door behind him. “I know she’s my kid.”

You shrug. “So what if she is?”

“So what if she is? Y/n, I have a twenty year old daughter I had no clue existed.” Stan rants. “I’ve been trying with Patty for almost 2 years now, nothing, and this entire time i’ve had a kid out there.” He sits on an old stool, the worn-down wood creaking slightly. “I shouldn’t have left. I shouldn’t have put all that on you. I shouldn’t had forgotten the mother of my fucking child.”

You move towards him, hesitantly reaching out a hand to tilt his chin upwards, making him look you in the eye.

“Let me tell you a story.” You pulled out an equally creaky stool from under the bench, sitting down across from Stan.

“I knew something was up on November 5, 1995.” You begin. “I knew the last time I had sex was right before labor day, back at home, and I realized that I hadn’t gotten my period throughout the month of October. I told my roommate, and she took me to pick up the test.”

Stan looked at you intently, urging you to continue.

“She picked up three different brands. I took all of them.” You tell him, remembering the sheer terror an eighteen-year-old you had felt. “I don’t think i’ve ever cried as hard as I did when she told me they were all positive.”

Stan felt his heart grow heavy at the idea of you, sobbing on a bathroom floor, pregnant at eighteen and completely and utterly alone.

“I called my parents that same night. They were disappointed, but had faith in me. Four months of waitressing at 2 equally shitty diners later, I had made enough for a deposit on an apartment.” You told him. “It was a mess.” You laughed,” the water only worked half the time, someone was always screaming at their boyfriend outside the window. But, my baby needed a home.”

“I’m sorry you were alone.” Stan’s voice shook. “I’m so, so sorry-“

“I wasn’t alone, though.” You tell him honestly, taking his hand into yours. “I had Alice. I didn’t know at the time, but she truly was there for me, even though she was still-well, in me.” You told Stan. “Every time I felt like throwing in the towel, I would just rant to her.” Stan raised his eyebrows.

“I would walk the floor of my apartment, talking into the air, holding on to my bump.” You explained. “She was an excellent listener. Just like her old man.”

Stan smiled softly.

“And yeah, parts of it fucking sucked.” You admitted, putting your hands up. “I’m not gonna act like raising a daughter on my own in between going to NYU and working 2 jobs was all sunshine and rainbows, because some nights i’d cry myself to sleep, not being able to think about anything other than how my baby girl deserved so much better.” You went on. “We were dirt poor. I worked long hours. She was a latchkey kid. She has every reason in the book to detest me.”

Stan looked to you, seeing the love you felt for your little girl himself.

“Does she?” Stan asks.

“No.” You tell him, smiling at the thought of her. “I never wanted to be one of those moms who calls her daughter her best friend.” You go on. “But, she really is. She’s great, Stan.” You gush. “She’s headstrong, and intelligent, and calls me out on my shit when no one else will. She’s the best woman I know. She’s the most extraordinary thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Stan smiles as he cries, you looking to him, reaching out and wiping his tears away with your thumb.

“So don’t you ever, ever feel like you burdened me, because you didn’t.” You tell him, looking directly into his eyes. “You gave me a gift, Stan.”

Stan nods, blinking away tears rapidly, using his own hand to wipe them away.

The two of you sit in a comfortable silence for a few moments, and you turn to get up, when your phone emits a familiar ringtone.

You pull your phone out of your back pocket, smiling as you see the FaceTime request.

“I can go-“ Stan offers, you waving him off.

“You can just listen, if you want.” You tell him.

“Can I?”

You nod, answering the call, Alice’s face filling your screen. “Hi, baby girl. What’s up?”

“Uh, what’s up with you, miss thing?” Alice teases you, raising an eyebrow as if interrogating you, you trying (and failing) to hold back a laugh.

“I’m in grandpa’s workroom.” You tell her, Stan sneaking glances from his seat.

“Can you tell them to get their asses-“

“Alice Michelle!” You warn, Stan smiling at your tone.

“Sorry, sorry! Butts, up to visit me here? I miss them.” She pouts, adjusting her glasses and tucking a loose piece of hair behind her ear.

“Oh, and not me?” You tease her.

“You live literally 20 minutes from my dorm!” Alice protests. “But I do miss you, mama. That’s why I called.”

Stan feels something at the way the word leaves Alice’s mouth; Mama. He wonders how many times she’s said it, how many times she’s called it out, looking for you.

He can’t believe he missed this.

You catch his forlorn expression, an idea popping into your head.

(You wanna talk to her? )You mouth, pointing at the phone.

Before Stan can think of an answer, Alice interjects from her end of the line.

“Who are you talking to?” Alice asks.

Stan nods to you, and you turn your attention back to your phone.

“One of the old friends I came down to visit!” You tell her. “He wants to say hi.”

“Awww, have you been telling them about how awesome your kid is?” Alice teases you.

“You know it, baby girl.” You tell her, Stan smiling at the nickname. “I’m gonna put you on, okay?”

“He better not be weird!” Alice calls out.

Stan takes a deep breath, willing himself t not drop the phone as he takes it from you, finally seeing his daughter for the first time.

“Hey! I’m Alice!” Alice waves, Stan awkwardly waving back.

“I’m Stan. Your mom and I go way back.” Stan tells her, you swatting his arm lightly.

“Ooohhh, you gonna tell me how much of a troublemaker she was?”

Stan laughs, not being able to fight back the genuine smile when he realizes that she inherited your ability to calm anyone down; to make everything feel like it was going to be okay.

It’s a strange sort of family reunion, but it’s perfect.

[hecohansen31]

“Of Superheroes and Superassholes” (Chapter 2)

A/N: Guys here comes the second part (as soon as I manage to understand you how to link the first part I will; please if you know, take your time to explain to a bookworm ignorant in computers like me). I really hope you shall enjoy it (if you don’t let me know please!). Also if you want to give me any kind of feedback (from just leaving an heart here) you will make my heart sweel with joy! Love you all guys!

SUMMARY: It is quite difficult to confront your feelings, mostly when you have to do your best to save the world and avoid a probable apocalypse… so feelings are the last thing two superheroes and a wonderful man might think of… but you know… miracles still happen.

WORDS: 3 K.

WARNING: There is a bit of smutty themes, just oral (female receiving), daddy kink and a bit of general nudity… (I am sorry I am still not very good at writing smut, but I hope I will get better, but let me know what you think of my work!).

She thought that the hospital would at least mean no annoying warlocks to wake up to, but, apparently, she didn’t get a pause from that either.

Also, because Michael, when she woke up form whatever coma she had been in, looked pissed as hell (he would have belonged in the rageful sector in hell) (or on the throne).

She had fainted due to the loss of blood, meanwhile they fought and she knew this had probably fucked up their mission, but they had managed less victims than usual, alongside completing perfectly the mission; she had kept on fighting, no matter the gushing bullet wound.

But, suddenly, she had dropped to the ground, without any control over her body, hearing just Duncan calling out her name.

So, she expected him, not Michael, looking at her as if she had killed his puppy and set fire to his house, on Christmas day.

-… next time you take a bullet for me, I will make sure it gets through your head, understood? – he threatened her and immediately all the things linked to her started beeping due to the higher beating pulse, which prompted worry to appear on Michael’s face -… I thought you were dead when you fell down-.

-I got hit by toxins and survived, bullets are only going to slow me down- she mumbled, probably still high on morphine to try such an approach.

-… you are not superman, your skin is hurt and pierced when bullet meets it- he reminded her, but she just smiled back at him.

-Since when do you worry about me? – she replied, giggling (yeah, she was definitely high on morphine).

And she was probably high on morphine when she felt Michael’s lips on her, and even the barest of caresses prompted a gasp from her chest, a little moan of pleasure, which got her to raise instinctively her legs to bring him closer but he was just on her side, and she let go of that exercise, mostly because as soon as he had started the kiss, he immediately retreated himself.

He looked at her as if he was the hurt one, the defenseless one, the one who couldn’t tolerate seeing her in a hospital bed.

-I…- and the door swung open, Duncan entering with an expensive bouquet of lilies, the perfect choice for her -… need to go, I will leave you two alone-.

And as the Michael who had seemed to care disappeared, the one who ran away from her and didn’t listen to her, moved away towards the door abandoning her to a confused Duncan, who just sent her a surprised look, as if to say “what is going on?”.

Well, she didn’t know, neither.

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Not a party girl before the toxins, not a party girl now.

That’s why she sat down the elegant stool at Duncan’s party, twirling the sixth fruity drink she had order for that night, barely feeling a bit tipsy, meanwhile her head setting back and replaying the kiss with Michael, although she had started drinking to avoid that sight.

Because at least she thought about the sweet times and not the fact that Michael was dancing with men and women alike, clearly not giving a single thought about what had happened in the hospital room, as if it didn’t matter.

And it hurt her more than she thought.

When she had come back from the hospital, she had immediately started overthinking: why would Michael Langdon, her nemesis, kiss her with such sweetness? Did this mean he harbored any kind of feelings for her? Or was she just… overreacting?

He might have thought he lost her and with the adrenaline pumping in his veins he had thought of kissing her.

Which made her smirk, because it was such a human emotion.

One she wasn’t expecting from the great and almighty Michael Langdon, but at the same time… he wasn’t clearly on adrenaline anymore, flirting with anything that breathed.

And she had to admit she was jealous, although she had no evidence of his feelings, except that attentive kiss and the worry in his eyes (even more since he stopped talking with her, only giving his thoughts to Duncan).

And worst of all, she was treating him like a mission.

-Is that the sixth cocktail? – Duncan asked, stealing it from her hands and taking a sip; she would have gladly knocked everyone else for such a gesture, but Duncan made it all seem so classy.

He brought out the most girlish part of her, the delicateness she hid with so much attention to everyone and he still brought it all out.

-You will pay me a new one- she jokingly threatened him, and he immediately ordered another one, nonchalantly, making her blush.

-What is troubling your mind? – he asked, and although he had a teasing tone, his eyes were serious, clearly worried for her.

-Just… the work- but she let her eyes wander over the dancefloor, finding the true troublemaker.

And Duncan followed her glance.

-… oh I get you, he is totally worth every drink, but maybe you might want something stronger- he suggested, reaching an hand out to her thigh, squeezing it gently, clearly to calm her down but it got the exact opposite effect -… what happened? -.

She had friends, before the toxins and now she had none, so she could consider Duncan the closest thing to a friend and a confidant that she knew.

Although she wanted to bed him…

And she would be admitting that a colleague had an unprofessional behavior with her.

-… Michael and I kissed- she blurted out, maybe the alcohol working -…I mean he kissed me, I was in the hospital bed, pretty much without energy…-.

-You didn’t want it? – he asked, clearly ready to move war if he had hurt her.

-I mean I…- she didn’t know what to say, because no matter how much she had thought about Michael’s feelings, she hadn’t thought about hers -… he is Michael Langdon, he is the hottest thing, after the Sun- (and Duncan).

The older man smirked, before erupting into a hearty laughter, the hand on her thigh standing there.

-… he infuriates me so much, but…- but she wanted to try to find out what those lips could whisper other than hate words -… I don’t hate him, and… if he could be just gentler…-.

-… he wouldn’t be Michael- which was the true and the real problem of the entire situation -… my suggestions is that you two need to talk about it-.

-We will move onto insults in five minutes- she reminded him, which had happened too many times.

-Not if I am there, moderating it all-.

—

Michael felt himself caged in the room, but maybe this would be the time he actually, (finally!) find out if the rumors, about Duncan Shepherd, were true, abou.

But he didn’t walk in, alone; (Y/N) (L/N) was clad in her only elegant dress, and although he wanted to be spiteful with her, he couldn’t stop his wandering eye, tracing her elegant body-con dress, highlighting every curve she owned, the softest ones and the one that were pure bone and muscle; she was a beauty, like a desert rose.

But he was scared of the thorns.

He didn’t regret the kiss, he had felt in Heaven for the first time in his cursed life, but he hadn’t liked the way he had immediately felt insecure after the kiss, wondering if she regretted it, if he had hurt her, and most of all: what was going on between them?

The way the banter came natural at him, but also it was something daily to him, as natural as his magic, and this meant he was scared, he was scared it could hurt him, just when he thought he was in control of it.

-… I thought it was a private reunion, not a work thing- he mumbled cynically, hoping this would prompt her to back off and leave him to figure it out if it was a greater pain to avoid her or stay with her, wondering if she would ever grow tired of him.

-I will leave you, but I am sure that it’s better if I am here- mumbled Duncan, sitting down on the chaise longue he had in the elegant room he had lent them, and giving them privacy, as if he could.

He felt stupid, fooled and he needed to run away, which he did, moving to the door, but he had to get through (Y/N), which prompted her to grab his wrist, with gentleness, reigning in her extraordinary force.

-… why did you kiss me, Michael? – she mumbled, looking at him in the eyes, or trying to, since he was only facing the door, so close and so far away -… that’s all I could think for the entire time you left me-.

-It was just a kiss- he replied, wanting to get out fast.

-Michael this works only if you don’t lie- Duncan commented, clearly remembering of a pact he hadn’t agreed to, facing him with those dark eyes, so similar to his but they had nothing of boyish and innocent, as Michael could fake so well; maybe that’s why (Y/N) liked him so well, much more than him.

-I am not lying- he mumbled, again and he turned around to make the message clear, which prompted him to see the confused face of (Y/N), and what he saw was so unexpected and he just wanted to kiss her again.

Her face was contorted in pain, almost as physical pain, hurt in the deepest of ways, and the only thing keeping her from crying was the fact that she was facing him-

She always wanted to be so strong.

She didn’t need to, Michael wanted to tell her, she could be weak, shy, relaxed and loved.

-… I am sorry, I didn’t mean to be this harsh- he apologized -… but whenever you are involved I get this horrible feeling in my guts and I am scared that if I act upon it, you will hate me even more-.

-And so you get angry at me? – although she was seriously annoyed by his act she gave him a teasing tone, brightening the atmosphere -… and then I am the virgin-.

-I am scared also of that- and she blushed, such a daunting sight -… you are pure, sweet and shy, you have nothing that might want me-.

-Well, I would want you more if you sometimes didn’t act like an asshole- she replied, and this time, she was gentler, and she moved towards him, her hand finding his and her lips finding his cheeks -… I like you, Michael, even though you are an asshole, most of the time-.

-And I like you, even though you are a sexually repressed teen… OW- he got his on his arm and although she was trying her best to keep it light, it hurt-

-Oh, how cute are you, two? -giggle Duncan, getting up from the chair but before he could reply he was pushed down the chaise-longue.

Sometimes her and Michael could get along better than what Duncan thought and it was time for him to be taught that.

Because he saw how (Y/N) looked Duncan.

He looked at him the same.

And if he had acted upon his crush on (Y/N) why not act also upon his other crush for the most gorgeous playboy billionaire philanthropist?

—

Duncan felt strange: he had had gorgeous men and women in his bed, but never superheroes.

Although he had fantasied about it, meanwhile the other two were fighting in the other room or he was left alone for once, finally in peace.

He gripped himself and started pumping himself at first gently, then with a more rough pattern, because that’s what he could see (Y/N) doing to him; she was no vixen like Langdon, and if his intuition knew one thing, she wasn’t experienced, he would dare even say she was a virgin, but…

Then there would come the dangerous rhythm, pushing him into the climax just for it to be taken away from him, at the last minute, Langdon wanting to make him beg, but he wouldn’t, he was stronger, and had played this game for much longer.

And now he couldn’t help but think his suspicions were right with the way (Y/N) gently tugged at his shirt, meanwhile Langdon’s hands moved down his chest, towards his treasure trail, but he stopped him before he could and maneuvered himself in order for him to have (Y/N) on his lap, meanwhile he pushed Langdon away.

-… no no, Boy Wonder, you have some apologies to make, before I let you even touch me- and he opened his leg, immediately spreading also (Y/N), who blushed, turning her head in his chest and laying kitten lick on it -… I am the boss, here-.

Michael sent him a look as if to say “oh are you sure?” cocking an eyebrow up, but he swiftly settled down between (Y/N)’s legs, who instead squirmed on her seat, till Duncan calmed her down, taking her chin between her fingers, to make her focus on him:

-It’s going to feel good, believe me, at least if the rumors about Langdon’s forked tongue are true…- the joke brightened the room, but she still was squirming, and Michael moved closer, nuzzling sweetly her thighs -… we will stop if you don’t want to, at any time-.

-I just don’t want to make a fool of myself- she mumbled, almost like a mouse squeaking for food, which Duncan found adorable -… you are sex gods and I am …-.

-You are a freaking sex goddess- muttered against her thighs Michael, and it was still pretty audible, which made her blush and Duncan patted his head, sweetly, feeling the strong consistency of his hair.

-And one of the most powerful creature I have ever known-.

-A force of the nature- added Michael, with a joking glance at her and a joking lick at her thigh which prompted a moan and for her to push herself back -… too much? -.

-I like you better like this: praising me and between my thighs, at my mercy- she replied, clearly relaxing a bit at their amusing thoughts, and although it would take her a bit to actually believe them… well she looked now more like a queen on her throne.

And Duncan loved every minute of that show.

-I just want you to remember that I can still bite you- and he did, a swiftly and joking bite to her  left thigh, a loud moan of pain mixed with pleasure resonated in the room and Duncan was happy they were far away from the party: he wanted all those pretty moans for himself.

-… bite me and I will throw you out of the window- she replied, the agonistic tone setting back in her voice and Duncan had to huff out a breath, annoyed by their sudden clashing personalities.

-… children don’t fight- he muttered, giving them a clear unamused plead, which was promptly gotten by Michael, who just moved away from the girl.

She instead turned to him, facing him, and gave him a challenging look, before muttering a:

-You don’t like when we fight, daddy? – and he clearly seemed too taken aback by it, making the poor girl think that she might have done a mistake, assuming too much -… I am sorry, I got carried away-.

-My pretty girl, if you know what angers daddy, then don’t do it, or next time you will be the one on your knees, understood? – he grasped her chin, making her look at him in the eyes and swiftly her surprise turned again in excitement, and her hands, moved down his body, clearly she had fantasied about it, and he was glad he wasn’t the only one.

He made sure she nodded, expressing her consent, although not verbally, to what was going on, although he would stop at any “no” or sign of discomfort, (the same could be said for Michael).

He cared for her and respected her.

He had any other sexual partners but this time it was different, it was extremely different.

Not only because she could seriously throw Michael out of the window, but he could feel it in the electricity of the room.

And in her bones, when she pushed flush against him as Michael gave a first attentive lick at her clothed core, which prompted the girl to blush at her immediate reaction making the boy between her legs mutter:

-You are so sensitive, this will be fun-

Another lick and his hand went to her panties, and her hands went to his stopping him.

-I… I haven’t shaved… in like forever…- Michael just sent her an incredulous look, before straight up ripping her panties.

-Michael! -.

-Duncan here will buy you a new pair, certainly not from Wallmart- and he gently circled them with his fingers, checking out the bunny patterns on it.

-Bunnies are cute- she commented, again the teasing tone.

-… well you are our bunny, sweetie- interrupted Duncan, starting peppering kisses on her neck, trying to distract her, the tension quickly leaving her body, relaxing enough for him to sneak an hand between her waist, slowly raising it up, enough for her to negate access to her chest, his aim.

-Call me bunny and you will be out of the windows, faster than Langdon- she just turned around, but her hand moved to his and she pushed it onto her breast, letting out a little breath.

-Daddy, bunny spoke back! – screamed back Michael, who focused on examining the little curls of (Y/N) perfect mound, before reaching out to them, caressing them, and again she was pliant in Duncan’s hands

-And you have just been a brat, boy wonder, keep your mouth occupied, meanwhile I deal with our bunny over here- she still glared at him in the throes of passion -… when you ask yourself the reason why I am not letting you cum, tonight, remember about those worlds, bunny-.

—

A/N: As always let me know what you think!

I think I will call it a night and continue my watching of “Kiki’s Delivery Service”.

Love you, guys!

See you soon, lovelies!

-Heco Hansen.

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92 truths tag

RULES: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 92 truths about you. at the end choose 25 people to be tagged.

Pretend @isoldmyheadbutnotmystereo  tagged me because I know she was thinking abotu me but 2, 2 shy, hush hush eye 2 eye

LAST:

drink: Iced coffee, 6 sugar packets half a gallon of half and half (what’s half a gallon of half and half? a quarter quarter of a quarter?)

phone call: Doctor’s office 

text message: My friend Alex and I talking about 10 year high school reunions and how painful high school was

song you listened to: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-3_a24I3PY&ab_channel=BarsukRecords

time you cried: 2-3 days ago I can’t remember

HAVE YOU EVER:

dated someone twice: No

been cheated on: I don’t think so

lost someone special: How literal? Like lost in the desert? I have lost friends in the desert. Or like death literal? I don’t think in that case. Or like metaphorically people drifting out of my life? Probably but I’m a sociopath and got over it I guess.

been depressed: HAHAHAHA 

Haha

been drunk and thrown up: So this one time it was my friend Lauren’s birthday and her boyfriend worked at a bar my coworkers and I always went to after shift and since it was Whiskey Wednesday he brought out a tray of like 30 whiskey shots and since it was free and I was poor, me and every other sucker just did back to back shots of whiskey then walked to Denny’s. I puked in their bathroom twice, ended up under the table sleeping on a Barney Rubble toy someone won from a claw machine, woke up and was driven home, puked all night and then when I woke up hungover I tried sleeping it off on the couch but as soon as I started feeling better there was a commercial for Jack Daniels on TV and I got up and threw up again.

Also like 3 other times probably which isn’t that bad considering how often/the vast quantity I used to drink

IN THE PAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

made a new friend: YEAH!! I made some of the best friends of my life in the last year.

fallen out of love: No!!!

laughed until you cried: In the past YEAR? I’m sure I have but I can’t remember over what.

met someone who changed you: I’ve met people who have really affected my life for sure so yeah I guess!

found out who your true friends are: I feel like I’ve known this for like 10 years

found out someone was talking about you : I think people talk about me every day and talk shit I wouldn’t even be surprised I don’t need to find out I KNOW

GENERAL:

how many people on tumblr do you know in real life?: God, I know a lot of Tumblr people in real life actually.

do you have any pets?: One dog (my parent’s), one cat (actually my wife’s but WHATEVER I LOVE THAT CAT)

do you want to change your name?: Nah I don’t care

what time did you wake up this morning: 10am

what were you doing last night: Drawing and using some dope bath bombs, possibly at the same time (spoiler alert don’t bring your laptop and tablet in the bath, that creates a literal bomb in your bath)

name something you cannot wait for: I’m gonna see my goil soon and I can’t wait!!! 

have you ever talked to a person named tom?: Hell yeah one of my good buddies is named Tom and he’s DUMB 

what’s getting on your nerves right now: Fucking everything I’m on my period THAT’S MY PERIOD YA DUMB BITCH THAT’S MY PEERIOODDD

blood type: A+ (because I aced my blood test wink)

nickname: ???/ I have a lot but none that are like widely used. Kisa, Burro, Gay, Twin, Star Bud, Bea, E, etc (etc isn’t a nickname)

relationship status: murried

zodiac sign: Gemini

pronouns: She/Her

favorite show: Steven Universe, Adventure Time, Gravity Falls, BoJack, for recent shit. For older cartoons, Futurama, ATLA, old Spongebob, FOP, Hey Arnold. Not cartoons, Parks and Rec, B99, 30 Rock, like anything on food network lol.

college:Went/Dropped Out, finished an AA online but never finished my degree in art or w/e. Might go back someday to be a MFT but masters in therapy takes a long-ass time

hair color: Really dark brown and gray

do you have a crush on someone: Is it gay to say your wife

what do you like about yourself: Fuck uh. I think I’m a good friend and try my best to make people feel good about themselves. I’m good hearted and treat people well. I’m a good listener. I think I can be pretty funny. I can be creative if I try. I’m open to doing a lot of new stuff. I’m pretty open-minded and cool w/ going with the flow. I cook pretty dope. 

FIRSTS:

first surgery: My first ever and I shit you not was an 8 hour hip surgery at a hospital that has a very specific specialist for the type of hip injury I got. I was in the hospital for 5 days recovering and had 12 pins and 2 plates put in.

first piercing: OKAY LISTEN my first piercing was my ears, I got it done at the mall and they put some fuckin CHEAP material in my ears. I ended up having an allergic reaction and my skin actually CLOSED over the backings so I was trying to take them out one night and couldn’t?? I went to the hospital the next morning and they numbed my ears and cut the skin open to get the earings out. I was like 8 years old lol.

first sport you joined: Soccer, age 9

first vacation: I don’t really remember because my family took my siblings and I on vacation every year - it was usually a trip up the coast of California, to Monterey, Morro Bay and San Fran.

first pair of sneakers: Yes

RIGHT NOW:

eating: I wish

drinking: I wish

i’m about to: lose my mind UP IN HERE UP IN HERE

listening to: A Youtube video which is talking about politics because I’m an adult that listens to polical news while drawing!!!

want kids: Probably not I wouldn’t want a child that’s genetically my own because of the lotta problems I have, I’d adopt if I ever decided to but I don’t think I’ll ever want kids because I’m sort of selfish with my time and wouldn’t want the commitment of a child. 

get married: RIGHT NOW??? AGAIN?? @man-cultural-outing

career: My current career is what I’ve wanted to do for a while, which is mental health and drug counseling at a rehab, but if I moved into another career, I’d hope to move up into therapy or if I ever committed to doing something art related I might consider it

WHICH IS BETTER:

lips or eyes: Prob like eyes more

hugs or kisses: I like both, I think hugs are nicer probably

shorter or taller: Doesn’t matter, as long as your heart is tal and your temper is short

older or younger: Are we talking like dating preference or just people or...? Like? I don’t care honestly, I have no preference in physical appearance, age, whatever.

romantic or spontaneous: Romantic

sensitive or loud: Sensitive

hookup or relationship : Relationship. I’ve been aware I’m asexual since I was an early teen and I’ve never considered hooking up with someone before.

troublemaker or hesitant: Hesitant. I’m super afraid of getting in trouble and I fold under pressure fast lol.

HAVE YOU EVER:

kissed a stranger: If I did it was a long time ago

drank hard liquor: See answer up above (also one night in Isla Vista I had 13 shots of Everclear and didn’t died)

lost contacts/glasses: Don’t think so

sex on first date: Never

broken someone’s heart: I mean I’ve rejected people so probably

been arrested: Probably

turned someone down: A few times

fallen for a friend: That is almost exclusively what has happened to me

DO YOU BELIEVE:

in yourself: Not really but I also tell myself I just gotta do the shit I gotta do and I get it done.

miracles: I’m not totally sure. I think great things happen randomly sometimes and I think things work out for the best and I’m grateful they do but I accept that it’s just random luck. I’ve never prayed for a miracle or anything.

love at first sight: Sort of. I don’t think love based on attraction at first sight is a thing for me. But I think understanding I love someone the first time I meet them and get a vibe about them is something I can say I believe in.

I don’t really care to tag anyone I can’t remember who I’m friends with so if you want to do this just tag me and say I tagged you okay thanks

#Thanks Eden #For the tag #wink #myself #self post #i'm not a drunk anymore i swear #i'm a good goil

[hopelesscobwebs]

92 Asks Game!

I’m finally doing this. I thought it would be fun and i’m bored af so here we go:

Tagged by: @just-a-crazy-nerd love you <3

LAST

1) Drink: Water (gotta stay hydrated y’all)

2) Phone call: My Dad.

3) Text message: “My legs are dead. All I wanna do is sleep but I have to do music homework” to my friend like a week ago (I don’t text much lmao).

4) Song listened to: Sumertime, By My Chemical Romance

5) Time you cried: Maybe 2 days ago? (I was really sad over MCR), but the last time I really, like really cried was maybe last week.

HAVE YOU EVER

6) Dated somebody twice: ahaha twice? You’re so funny. I haven’t dated someone once...

7) Been cheated on: My cat once slept on my sisters bed instead of mine so that counts.

8) Kissed someone and regretted it: What don’t you get about FOREVER ALONE HERE.

9) Lost someone special: Perhaps, It kinda depends really what you count as “lost”. But yeah, unfortunately.

10) Been depressed: I have been in dark mindsets a lot lately.

11) Gotten drunk and puked: Never been drunk before (I am so cool like that)

THREE FAVOURITE COLOURS

12) Probably Blue, But to narrow it down: Teal

13) Rich purple

14) Probably black

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU

15) Made new friends: Tons (ilysm guys)

16) Fallen out of love: no (kinda yes... but William doesn’t count)

17) Laughed until you cried: Yes, Yesterday (we were bottle flipping and then someone made a seal noise, don’t even get me started)

18) Found out someone was gossiping about you: Hopefully not, there’s not much to gossip about when it comes to me.

19) Met someone who changed your life: If Discovering MCR counts... then yes.

20) Found out who your true friends are: *Ahem*... yes...

21) Kissed someone on your Facebook list: Haha this list of asks is so funny. what don’t you get about NOT BEEN KISSED EVER... *cries*

HOW MANY/MUCH

22) Facebook friends: like almost 400? idek. (I know them all in person btw, i’m not one of those weirdos that just friends anybody). I barely use FB tbh

23) Pets: oh boy.... I have 6 cats guys... thats right, you can call me the crazy cat lady.

24) Want to change your name: My last name yes. Quick, somebody marry me

WHAT

25) Did I get for my birthday: A Spongebob birthday cake, a Vampire Diaries pillow, depression  um what... I got to eat all my fave foods in one day, that was pretty special even though i threw up at the end of it

26) Time I woke up: like 9:30?

27) Were you doing at midnight: Watching Frerard video edits...

28) Can’t you wait for: FOR ME TO ORDER MCR MERCH AS A TRIBUTE ON MARCH 22 *cries and dies*

29) Was the last time you saw your mom: like 4 hours ago.

30) Was something you wish you could change about your life: I sometimes wish I was born 10 years earlier but then I remember... there’d be no quality memes for a long time...

31) Are you listening to right now: MCR, what else honestly...

32) Gets on your nerves: When people make up those shitty things like “ UR NOT A TRUE FAN UNLESS YOU HAVE THIS OR DO THIS BLAH BLAH” like stfu, I am a fan in my own way. Racists, Homophobes, just basically anyone who thinks they have the right to tell you not to be yourself, like seriously, fuck off.

33) Talked to a person named Tom: My cat is called Tom, so that counts.

34) Is your most visited website: Tumblr, no doubt (or YouTube or guitar tabs, or Putlocker lets be honest)

35) Elementary school/primary school: I can’t even remember tbh and I ain’t tellin you

36) High School: The one I’m at now. Ha, got ya

37) College: n o , I am too young, gosh

38) Hair colour: Brown/ Blonde (streaks, naturally from sun lmao)

39) Long/short hair: I just cut it all off this year. Think 1920′s hair and that’s me.

40) Crush: There’s a cute guy in my chem class but that’s about it #foreveralone

41) Do you like about yourself: My final wakeup call of music interests. I used to be so shallow in that department. Um.... I guess I like the fact that I get on better with older people (I skipped a year at school so all my classmates are a year older anyways) idek. There’s not really much to like.

42) Piercings: 1 on each ear (i’m thinking of getting a second set) But I barely wear earrings tbh

43) Blood type: Idk, it would be cool to know tho

44) Nickname: Some of my friends call me Em but barely. Emy / Emz by family (if any of you call me that, it’ll be weird lmao) PLEASE START A TREND...CALL ME EM

45) Relationship status: single as a pringle and not ready to mingle please i have anxiety *daydreams about meeting perfect boy*

46) Zodiac: Scorpio yeah boi

47) Pronouns: she/her

48) Favourite show: Supernatural, Miraculous Ladybug (don’t call me a kid for watching it I swear I’ll end u ahaha), Rick and Morty, The Vampire Diaries... I could go on for days

49) Tattoos: I always think they’re a cool concept but i’d probably chicken out at the last minute, so no

50) Left or right handed: right

FIRST

51) Surgery: I got a tooth removed quite a few years back, I went under genral anaesthetic and everything.

52) Piercings: Ears

53) Best friend: Gabby, We don’t talk anymore sadly but I still love her <3

54) Sport: Ummm well i’ve always loved badminton but i’ve never taken a serious sport class before lmao

55) Vacation: I’m pretty sure it was to Melbourne, Australia, We saw some really cool outdoor art and went to see Wicked at some theater, that’s all I remember.

56) Pair of shoes: Say wat?

RIGHT NOW

57) Eating: I wish I was eating

58) Drinking: the dead souls of my enemies wait what

59) I am about to: Rearrange my sitting position and continue to write this long ass ask thing.

60) Listening to: The End, My Chemical Romance

61) Waiting for: My sis to get home so I can use her credit card to buy MCR merch, no really, this is the truth. I n e e ed it

62) Want to see: MCR get back together in 2019 for at least a reunion song or SOMETHING PLEASE. Also, a Panic! concert because I missed the last one in my country. ALSO a Supernatural Convention

63) Want to get married: Well it would be nice, gotta find a guy first, there’s the hard part

64) Career: I never know... I like to think that my dream is to be in a band but that aint ever gonna happen. I really wanna do something that can help people idek.

WHICH IS BETTER

65) Hugs/kisses: Well i’ve never kissed anyone and I lOvE HuGs, THEY ARE JUST SO NICE, LIKE AHHH GIMME UR LOVE, GIMME HUUUGGSSS. If I ever meet any of you in person, I’ll be really shy, but know deep down that all I wanna do is HUG YOU SNDKJGSND.

66) Lips/eyes: Eyes hold secrets, I love them

67) Taller/shorter: gimme da toll peeps, But I love the smol beans too

68) Younger/older: It depends

69) Romantic/spontaneous: probably spontaneous just to keep me on my toes.

70) Nice arms/nice stomach: um wat? idek i dont pay attention to that

71) Sensitive/loud: Sensitive

72) Hookup/relationship: Relationship definitely 

73) Troublemaker/hesitant: Hesitant alien

HAVE YOU EVER

74) Kissed a stranger: W h A t  D o N t   Y o U   g E t   A b O u T  i T... I AINT KISSED NOBODY BEFORE. gosh, way to rub it in *cries*

75) Drank hard liquor: well. i’ve tried some heavy stuff before but it was a sip and I spat it out coz it literally tasted like p o i s o n. Alcohol is so gross

76) Lost glasses/contact lenses: Don’t need glasses

77) Turned someone down: ??? There hasn’t been anyone to turn down god damnit

78) Canoodling on a first date: They gotta earn that, so no

79) Broken someone’s heart: I sure as hell hope not.

80) Had your own heart broken: mcr breaks my heart E V E R Y GOD DAMN DAY

81) Been arrested: no, I am a good gal

82) Cried when someone died: yes, my grandmother

83) Fallen for a friend: Oh boy, yesyesyes

DO YOU BELIEVE IN

84) Yourself: Not really, but I want to.

85) Miracles: I wish for them but I don’t really think they occur

86) Santa Claus: No, I actually never believed in him when I think about it

87) Kisses on a first date: YAS when it’s been all perfect and he walks ya up to your door ABJISLBHDLBHLA

88) Angels: um... Castiel???

89) Love at first sight: Yes but not like first sight, more like first discussion, when you can instantly click with someone in that first moment idk.

OTHER

90) Best friend’s name: Can I just list all my tumblr friends names? Because YOU GUYS ARE ACTUALLY ALL MY FAVES, YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU <3

91) Eye color: Grey Blue

92) Favourite movie: idek there are so many but: The Abduction Club, is one of my faves, Singin’ in the Rain, Sing Street, and that’s all that’s coming to mind atm.

I tag: (all my BEAUTIFUL AMAZING tumblr frens I mentioned before) @omg-i-cannot-even @shipsareamazing123 @mychemicalchinchilla @potterlock5ever @immacrazyfangirl @trashholeofshittybandstuff @shadowgirl077 @that-awkward-fangirl @lizbeth-loves-bobear @anyone i forgot and anyone who wants to do it! go ahead! <3

#asks game #i tag you #tags #tag game #frens #questions #yay #92 asks game! #i love you all so much

[dacianamusik23]

Get to know me

Tagged by @ellienovak​ ^.^ I love these :)

LAST

1) Drink: Coffee

2) Phone call: Video rental store (I’m so old)

3) Text message: “I haven’t made the CD yet. So, if you think of anything, let me know ^.^ “ To my friend

4) Song listened to: “1999″ by Dope

5) Time you cried: Sunday... when I watched Moana for the first time.

HAVE YOU EVER

6) Dated somebody twice: No

7) Been cheated on: Yes. 

8) Kissed someone and regretted it: Yes

9) Lost someone special: Yes. My cousin, who was my best friend growing up.

10) Been depressed: Fuck yes. 

11) Gotten drunk and puked: hahahahaha, oooohhhhh yes XD

THREE FAVOURITE COLOURS

12) Green

13) Purple

14) Black

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU

15) Made new friends: Yes

16) Fallen out of love: Yes and no???

17) Laughed until you cried: Too many times to count

18) Found out someone was gossiping about you: Yup, but I kind of already knew it.

19) Met someone who changed your life: Umm, I met them a couple years ago, but I told them last year the impact they had on my life.

20) Found out who your true friends are: Yup

21) Kissed someone on your Facebook list: Yup, drunk kissing friends in the front rows at concerts XP

HOW MANY/MUCH

22) Facebook friends: 237 (though I could delete a lot of them and feel better)

23) Pets: 1 cat, the ever lovely Wall-E (yes, he’s named after the robot)

24) Want to change your name: So badly. I hate my name. I was originally suppose to be named Theodora, I love that name.

WHAT

25) Did I get for my birthday: Last year, I got tickets with a meet & greet for the Dope reunion tour. I got to meet the band, get autographs and hugs... oh yeah AND THE DRUMMER KISSED ME *dies*

26) Time I woke up: 11:30 am

27) Were you doing at midnight: Trying to fall asleep.

28) Can’t you wait for: So many concerts... mostly Tech N9ne and Amon Amarth

29) Was the last time you saw your mom: Today

30) Was something you wish you could change about your life: So many things it’s ridiculous.

31) Are you listening to right now: A playlist (in honor of the concert this sunday) consisting of Dope, Combichrist, September Mourning, and Davey Suicide

32) Gets on your nerves: It’s hard to pick just one thing.

33) Talked to a person named Tom: Yes, yay for concerts.

34) Is your most visited website: tumblr

35) Elementary school/primary school: yes

36) High School: SUCKED

37) College: If you wanna pay for me to go, let’s do it.

38) Hair colour: Naturally, red (strawberry blond), going to dye it blue soon.

39) Long/short hair: long-ish (still trying to grow it out to where it was last year)

40) Crush: Yes, on two people.

41) Do you like about yourself: Nothing

42) Piercings: ears

43) Blood type: No idea

44) Nickname: So many... I prefer Gurt and Pickles the Drummer, lol

45) Relationship status: Single for the last 10 years

46) Zodiac: Leo

47) Pronouns: she/her/dude/bro

48) Favourite show: Sons of Anarchy

49) Tattoos: Upper right arm.

50) Left or right handed: Right

FIRST

51) Surgery: Nope

52) Piercings: ears

53) Best friend: My cousin

54) Sport: Never really played sports, asthma wasn’t nice to me as a child.

55) Vacation: UP (Michiganders understand)

56) Pair of shoes: Umm.... I don’t think my mom would even know that.

RIGHT NOW

57) Eating: sandwich

58) Drinking: coffee

59) I am about to: scream 

60) Listening to: A playlist consisting of Dope, Combichrist, September Mourning, and Davey Suicide

61) Waiting for: this weekend

62) Want to see: so many movies

63) Want to get married: maybe

64) Career: hahahahah, you’re funny

WHICH IS BETTER

65) Hugs/kisses: Hugs are the best. but, I like kisses ;P

66) Lips/eyes: they both have their ups and downs

67) Taller/shorter: doesn’t matter

68) Younger/older: meh

69) Romantic/spontaneous: need both

70) Nice arms/nice stomach: doesn’t matter to me

71) Sensitive/loud: both

72) Hookup/relationship:A relationship would be nice, but after nothing for 10 years, I’ll take a hook up

73) Troublemaker/hesitant: Gotta have both

HAVE YOU EVER

74) Kissed a stranger: yes

75) Drank hard liquor: yup

76) Lost glasses/contact lenses: Every time I take my glasses off.

77) Turned someone down: of course

78) Canoodling on a first date: umm, no?

79) Broken someone’s heart: Not that I’m aware of.

80) Had your own heart broken: Hell yes

81) Been arrested: No

82) Cried when someone died: Yes

83) Fallen for a friend: Unfortunately yes. More than once

DO YOU BELIEVE IN

84) Yourself: I’m trying to.

85) Miracles: Meh

86) Santa Claus: Nope

87) Kisses on a first date: Depends on the person

88) Angels: Yes

89) Love at first sight: Yes and no???

OTHER

90) Best friend’s name: Nathan Explosion (she knows who she is)

91) Eye colour: Hazel (blue, green, grey)

92) Favourite movie: The Devil’s Carnival

Tagging: @streetsolo @danidevilicious @damnatorum @var-lath-vir-suledin @beardanian and everyone who wants to do this

#get to know me #ask #I will answer #send me asks if you want more in depth answers #these are fun

[marcelloderosa]

the trump card

who: benedetta de rosa when: few days after gallery fire, 1am. 6am (spain). where: marcello’s dorm.

Following his father’s angry phone call, Marcello had no luck attempting to contact his family. It had been over a month since he had spoken to his parents or his sister, and every call he made was directly forwarded to voicemail. His father had kept his word about cutting him off, and Marcello’s worry only increased with his family’s continued silence. His tuition was at least taken care of until the end of the year, but Marcello really had no place to go after the year ended. If his father was capable of just listening, he’d be able to explain that this had been the Crusade’s doing. Regardless, Marcello had a hard time accepting how much it hurt after realizing he had no way to reach out to his family after getting to New York following the plane crash. Yet, he was hoping this final desperate attempt to use his trump card would lead to his family’s reunion. He held Hunter’s phone in his hand, his fingers quickly dialing his little sister’s number from memory. It had been so long since they last spoke, Marcello could only hope that she didn’t hate him. Clicking the call button, he put the phone on speaker and nervously placed it on his bed, as if it were some sort of dangerous explosive. “¿Que paso?” a groggy, lilted tone spoke into the phone. Marcello felt his heart drop at the sound of Benedetta’s voice, feeling overwhelmed by the relief of knowing she was okay. “Erm, ¿hola?” she called again, a hint of confusion in her voice as Marcello attempted to speak up. 

“Mi hermanita,” Marcello cooed, his tone soft and sweet as he finally greeted her. 

“¡¿Marcello?!” her voice was hushed as she said his name, and he easily understood why. Benedetta had been forbidden to speak to him again. 

“It’s me, Benny. I’m sorry for not calling sooner, the past few weeks have been a pain in the ass,” he replied in English, figuring she was well-acquainted enough to keep up. 

“Father said you betrayed us… Are you hurt, Marcello?” Benedetta inquired, and he could practically see her worried eyes. 

“I’m fine, mi sol. I would never leave you, okay Benny?” he bit his lip, wondering just how many lies his father had spread. He had been searching for any reason to get rid of Marcello, and apparently the missing money had been the perfect excuse. After all, his father already had the perfect heir, what use did his younger son’s troublemaking serve for their family? 

Marcello had reached out to Emiliano mistakenly, attempting to see if his father had gotten to him, too. However, he should have known his older brother had been eagerly awaiting his call to shove his failure in his face. Even through the phone, Marcello could practically see the smugness of his voice emanating from his fucking mansion in Paris. 

“I know,” she replied lightly, a smile coming to his face at her reassurance. Somehow, despite all his family’s troubles, Benedetta had managed to grow into an understanding, compassionate angel. It was a wonder their father’s brashness hadn’t eaten her alive. “Now, are you going to tell me what actually happened?”

So, Marcello did. He began with the conversation he had with Enzo, hours before his run-in with Lucy and the tampering of the plane. He told her about the enormous sums of money that had been taken from every student at Luxor. He talked about falling in a pit of quicksand, surrounded by people too selfish to give a shit. Marcello told Benny about Maddie going missing, although he suspected it wasn’t entirely bad news to her. She had made it abundantly clear she didn’t like his ex, but she listened to his rantings about the blonde girl regardless. Marcello even confided in her about kissing Sav, although he purposefully left out all of the explicit details surrounding their kiss.

“Oooh, do you like her?” Benedetta sang, before making smooching sounds into the phone. Marcello merely scoffed, a smile growing on his lips as he shook his head.

“Of course not. She’s just… good company for now,” he denied, his tone guarded as he tried to prevent Benny from picking up on anything else.

“Boo, you’re no fun, hermano. I’d be the best aunt ever!”

“Can’t help you there, sis. Maybe try Emiliano for that one,” Marcello suggested.

“Already have. He’s still waiting on the arrangements with Cambodia,” she drawled, boredom seeping into her voice as she mentioned their brother’s arranged marriage. While Marcello had successfully gotten out of his situation, Emiliano was on the path to marrying a Cambodian princess or some shit. Although, his older brother had never been against the idea like he had. 

Ending his winded story with a recount of being a suspect at Ches’ game night, Marcello felt simultaneously overwhelmed by all of the crazy shit that was occurring and relieved at having shared the load with his little sister. Benny merely stayed on the phone and patiently listened, occasionally throwing in side commentary as if his life was some sort of Showtime tv show. 

“Maybe it’s time you came home,” she spoke quietly, the suggestion throwing Marcello in for a loop. He had never considered it an option, considering he had been practically banished at the age of fourteen. It was… a conflicting thought. Being so close to his mother and sister again would be a blessing, but it also meant interweaving his life with his father’s again. 

“I’ll think about it, Benny,” Marcello offered, despite knowing they’d probably never be so close again. “I love you with my whole heart, little sister. Don’t you forget it.” 

There was a moment of silence, Marcello intently listening for his sister to speak up and say it back. He knew he was hurting her, but she was tough. Tougher than him, at least. 

“I love you too, Marcello. We all do. Father just needs a little reminder,” Benedetta finally spoke, although her tone was significantly less playful than before. And with that, they said their solemn goodbyes. Benedetta was off to start her day and clean up after the mistakes of the men in her family, while Marcello sat silently in the dark, cursing himself for involving her.

#self para #feat. benedetta #tw fire mention #tw kidnap mention #tw plane crash mention #feat. sav #feat. maddie #feat. emiliano #PLS ENJOY THIS WHOLESOME INTERACTION BETWEEN MARC AND THE LITERAL LIGHT OF HIS LIFE #tw long ass mf post

[tarry-beatrice-blog]

Dear Chocolatier Letter

Hi, hello author, thank you for checking this out and suffering through what is surely long-winded rambling about my tastes. 

DNW: D/s, daddy kink, cheating/infidelity, dubcon/noncon, mpreg (and/or pregnancy in detail), coffee shop AUs, high school AUs, underage, unbalanced power dynamics, teacher/student relationships or AU, watersports, A/B/O (unless subverted) and first person POV

LIKES: road trips, time loops/fix-it fics, magic AUs, female friendships, soulmate/soulbond AUs, height difference, threesomes/moresomes, polyamory, found families, requited unrequited love/mutual pining, epistolary exposition, fake dating, woke up married, reincarnation, enemies to friends (to lovers), subversions of regular tropes especially with soulmates, dry humor, bed sharing, casual affection like holding hands, hugging, etc, five things fic, eventual happy endings, and awesome worldbuilding.

SMUT: enthusiastic/explicit consent, praise, biting/marking, breathplay, women on top, pegging, overstimulation, light bondage

Bend It Like Beckham (2002) Jess Bhamra/Jules Paxton

It’s been MONTHS of intense nostalgia for this ship and I missed out on yuletide so here I am requesting it for Chocolate Box. Bend It Like Beckham was honestly a game-changer for me as a film and I identified so much with Jess and her drive to do something she loved in the face of familial disapproval. 

The Ship: I love love love their friendship even with the pitfalls of you don’t understand how my culture effects my life but try your best to support and sometime put your foot in it BUT man, was I disappointed in later years that they left it hanging with a weird love triangle and the great beyond of American College. I’d like to see how their relationship develops after the movie, how Jules deals with Jess being better at the thing that ties them together and possibly blinds her to wow-i have-not-so-straight feelings. OR what if Jess is the one who realizes it first and panics because this is exactly what she had been swearing up and down wouldn’t happen to her less than support relatives (a new situation does not lead to new feelings, so much as understanding herself away from what is familiar) Really, I just want to see them in a happy relationship together because I was denied by the movie.

Some prompts: 

Jess gets hit on a distressingly high amount of times in front of Jules. Good thing she’s mostly oblivious to it. 

Future!fic retiring from the England Women’s National Team together or separate and the impact it has on the world around them. Jess imparting some words of wisdom to her younger teammates 

Codependency in college special edition: Everyone thinks they’re dating (and their team is their number one fans or they have a BOATLOAD of evidence to justify their misconception)

Just a good old-fashioned introspective OHMYGOD i have feelings for her now what do I do?? Bonus points for a sweet slowburn realization.

How does their: First Kiss? Coming out to family? WEDDING?? Go. In what situation would Jess defend Jules instead of vice versa? getting drafted for different teams and having a long distance relationship/reunion/eye opening? Being rivals instead of friends? getting called up to their National Team for the first time? A different first meeting?

The Good Place Tahani Al-Jamil/Eleanor Shellstrop

I haven’t regularly watched a TV show since the 90s so TGP was a complete surprise but here I am, delighted at the innovative take on dead people in the afterlife. The humor is really my favorite thing and Eleanor’s not quite quest to be better than she was when she was living. 

The Ship: The sexy skyscraper and the short troublemaker. There’s so many complementary aspects to Tahani and Eleanor and I just need everyone to get on board the Bi-train for the good of the people. I like that they’re both self-serving at their core, except Eleanor does it to prove she doesn’t care about anybody else, and Tahani does it because she cares immensely about what everybody else thinks. The height difference is also a fun dynamic. 

Some prompts: 

Get as wacky and wild as you want with it if you want to do an AU, just keep the dynamic of animosity to friendship to something more between them. Superheroes with unconventional powers? Star Trek-esque AU? Spy vs Spy?

A game show type-esque match making with surprising results for Tahani

Eleanor and the five times she denied caring about Tahani’s feelings

Tahani’s over the top love confession and Eleanor’s aversion to feelings come to a head

Eleanor being Tahani’s booty-call and being unable/oblivious on how to turn that into a relationship

Sense8 Felix Berner/Wolfgang Bogdanow

This show was just the right kind of weird and I’m sad they didn’t manage to continue it because the concept was really cool. Now I just have a bunch of unanswered questions to hang onto like what happened with Wolfgang after the Whispers capture.

The Ship: Pardon my language, but I fucking adore these two. Their loyalty to each other is my absolute jam. They would literally die for one another and it chokes me up because it’s completely the antithesis of the view the world has of them, which is like....vaguely criminals and amounting to nothing beyond the shady world they grew up in. I also have a TON of feelings about Wolfgang and Felix being east berliners, growing up in the aftermath of the unification and being completely aware that not everything was as rosy as Germany wanted to portray to the world. Also, their Conan the Barbarian thing? Precious. 

NOTE: I totally ship Kala/Wolfgang as well so you don’t have to write her off by any means. I just focused of felix/wolfgang for this. 

Some prompts:

PLEASE give me Wolfgang coming clean to Felix about the sensates and how crazy his world has become on top of the general mayhem that comes from being a Bogdanow. CANON tells us Wolfgang doesn’t lie so why does it take him so damn long to tell Felix the truth? 

The weird experiments Felix comes up with to see Wolfgang not be Wolfgang or times when Felix notices someone else “in” Wolfgang and how he takes that.

Pre-sensate, Wolfgang always felt Felix like a second limb. Felix called it his “wolfy-sense”

Anything pre-sensate dealing with the misadventures of Felix and Wolfgang, growing up together, falling into sleeping together, and in love?

Wolfgang’s first lie to his uncle is that Felix is just his sidekick and not much more. Steiner knows better than to take his word for it. 

AU of a different meet up: Wolfgang is reluctantly forced into being a king of Berlin, Bohn sends one Felix Brenner as a liason for a favor owed (or Felix finds his own way to meet this King of Berlin)

Felix finally meeting the other sensates especially Kala: the two most important people in Wolfgang’s life in the same room.

Westworld Maeve Millay/Hector Escaton/Teddy Flood

Westworld tickled my fancy for all things sci-fi and robots learning what is to be human and humans being gods with terrible consequences. Maeve tickled my fancy as a WoC on the show and naturally became my favorite because I’m predictable.  I’m a complete sucker for the philosophy behind what the TV show is setting up, what it means to be human, what is the next step, how we in creating the hosts have possibly made our own destruction and somehow advanced ourselves. The Maze pointing to the need to suffer to be human or suffering because of your humanity is gr9.

The Ship: I think Maeve is the new force of good (in her quest to find her daughter and possibly exploring the other worlds/the outside world) to foil Dolores’ possible descent into a “rogue” element in Westworld. And Hector and Teddy will be in crosshairs of that tug of war.  Hector, is the character who Maeve chooses to bring with her as an asset or something more, I think the choice behind the action is important as her whole arc is discovering what is fake and what is true behind who she is. Teddy, is part of the hero’s storyline, he’s a do-gooder but we get so many throaways on his proficiency to kill and his death is well, popular. Maeve and Teddy circle each other a lot in Westworld and I wonder what side he’ll choose, Dolores in the Host Rebellion or will he choose a different ally in Maeve? 

Some prompts:

Did their repurposed lives every cross? How does that shade into their interactions now? How does Teddy view Hector and vice versa?

Maeve has to sway Teddy and Hector to her side after they get reprogrammed again, trying to spark some sort of recognition of what they already had

Gunslinging 101 for Maeve by Teddy and Hector, or how they become an Outlaw Trio in the midst of a Host rebellion 

The Defenders Claire Temple/Colleen Wing

This is pure self-indulgence because they have minimal interaction in the show but I absolutely loved how they played off each other. #colleendeservesbetter and Claire is totally it. 

The Ship: I like how they’re always sidelined and yet aren’t defined by that, like they know perfectly well how useful they are and aren’t afraid to get creative. As a team-up, it’s the whole healer/fighter thing that they’ve tried like multiple times with Claire (no offense to Luke and Daredevil) and that bit where they reassure each other about being the stable rocks of the Defenders??? That was the moment I really thought these two could work. 

Some prompts:

Gimme all the fluff and comfort and trying to be normal in a world where superheroes show up at your door to pull you into stupid adventures every week. Bonus points for including other supporting cast members such as Foggy, Trish, and Misty

Five times The Defenders cockblocked Colleen and Claire with their unnecessary drama

A kidnapping attempt by the clueless idiot of the week underestimating both of them. 

The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015) Illya Kurakin/Gaby Teller/Napoleon Solo

I’m still waiting for the sequel that will never happen for this movie. It was a great spy movie and I loved all the details from the villainess to undercover fiances to daring escapes and drinking on rooftops.

The Ship:My perfectly tailored spy ot3. i absolutely came out of the movie saying they needed to simmer in some UST before finding inappropriate situations to tease each other. Illya actually getting to choose for himself instead of holding on to this ideal KGB agent. Gaby being fiercely protective of both men and wanting them both without a doubt. Napoleon having something steady and real for once in his life without strings attached

Some Prompts: 

Casefics that are frustrating exercises in why won’t you just bang each other already from all parties involved, bonus if they have to keep a cover from getting compromised

Using their talents to show affection in non-ordinary ways and someone being oblivious, while the other is slowly catching on to the game

Just a good old casefic because at least one of them has to have a competency kink

A different meeting: they’re all crooked as they come and have no problems with it

Where they go in their down time between assignments and how they manage their relationship (or hiding it) 

Gaby’s not the damsel in distress, Napoleon is. 

DC Cinematic Universe Diana Prince/Lois Lane

Two ladies who know what it is to lose a hero who is consequently the man they love. Also, Diana’s bisexuality is into the whole I’ll eat your balls for breakfast thing because hello, her mother raised her on an island full of Amazons.

The Ship:Height difference! Ladies who can handle themselves in diametrically different ways and yet still know the importance of being vulnerable and affectionate and the power of love. I do like the dynamic of Lois being this extraordinary human to all the supes because she never gives up and is bravely stubborn about her goals and morals and not afraid to call anyone out on their bullshit.

Note: I ship the entirety of the DC Trio together and with Lois so you can also play with that if it strikes your fancy. 

Some prompts:

Lois interviews Diana in the months after Superman’s death. Diana tries her best to console her

Lois learns some sort of self-defense from Diana and gets to surprise the Amazon as well.

“So if you’re a god, could you be prayed to or is it like Clark’s super-hearing?” or Lois’ never-ending curiousity on how the whole Themyscira thing works

Somewhere along the way, Lois is the one Diana comes home to.

#dear creator letter #chocolate box #she speaks

[princesstadashi]

Get to know me tag

Tagged by @princess-kidatheart17​

Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people

1. Drink: Mountain Dew (although I’m trying to cut down on it ‘cause I know it’s hurting my teeth... ^^;) 2. Phone call: NYOPE BYEEEEEEEE 3. Text message: Better than call, but still not great.  4. Song you listen to: “If I Die Young” (there’s a cover I love done by a guy but it was in an AMV and no source to the artist so I don’t know who sang it :() 5. Time you cried: Most days.

HAVE YOU: 6. Dated someone twice: Had a couple dates about two years ago but for the most part no reciprocated romance </3 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Never kissed anyone.

8. Been cheated on: Nope.

9. Lost someone special: No one has ever died IRL that I’m close to, but I’ve had some people move away/move on that have been hard. Now if we’re talking fictional characters? ...I AM RIDING THE DENIAL TRAIN FAAAARRRR AWAY. 10. Been depressed: There’s an option other than being depressed? 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: No drinking for me with all my mental illnesses.

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 12-14: White, pink, charcoal grey

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends: Yeah, lots of awesome new tumblr friends this year! :D 16. Fallen out of love: It’s... Complicated. 17. Laughed until you cried: Oh yes, just last night XD 18. Found out someone was talking about you: Apparently the kids in my high school had rumors that i was gay. Joke’s on you guys, I actually AM gay and I can’t wait to see their faces at the reunion when I hopefully walk in with a girl on my arm XD 19. Met someone who changed you: Yes, my best friend <3 20. Found out who your friends are: Yeah 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: No kissing for me so far :P

GENERAL: 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: Almost everyone--have a couple people from cosplay groups, but I don’t usually add strangers. 23. Do you have any pets: Sadly no, not right now. I want a cat! 24. Do you want to change your name: Sometimes I wish people IRL would call me Dashi. 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: Day of I worked, but my bro took me out to the mall the Sunday after and my birth parents took me to see Cars 3 the weekend before so that was nice. 26. What time do you wake up: If I’m on vacation/weekends, if I can I’ll stay up ‘til 4:00 am and sleep in until 2-2:30 pm XD 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Crying about having to go home... 28. Name something you can’t wait for: For me and my best friend actually to live in the same state and hopefully have an apartment together! 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: Last week for my adopted mom and a couple weeks ago for my birth mom (which I’m not complaining about on the latter...) 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: Main one is private, but maybe that all my online friends actually lived close to me? 31. What are you listening to right now: My best friend playing Disney Infinity 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: I had a teacher named Coach Thomas, if that counts! 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: When I go out of my way to be noncontroversial/spare other people’s feelings to be nice and then people don’t extend me the same courtesy. (Especially when it come to ships.) 34. Most visited website: Deviant Art or Tumblr ^^

LOST QUESTIONS. I JUST PUT IN RANDOM INFO ABOUT ME 35. Mole/s: Lots, but most noticeably one below my nose on the right side and one by my left ear (I worry that they might end up being cancerous so they might eventually have to be removed, yikes...) 36. Mark/s: A weird bump on my scalp, some old *trigger warning* self harm scars that show up when I tan too much 37. Childhood dream: Be a cowgirl (after seeing Toy Story 2), to run a bed and breakfast, or to be a mermaid (would still love that one <3), to publish a book (still working on that!!!) 38. Hair color: Dark blonde, almost brown 39. Long or short hair: Really freaking long. (Down to my waist, but I definitely want it longer!) 40. Do you have a crush on someone: My romance life is a hot mess, let’s not go there. 41. What do you like about yourself: I’m really good at writing and doing arts and crafts stuff. :) I also like that I’m apparently a pretty good listener ^^. 42. Piercings: Naw, I’m scared of needles ^^;  43. Blood type: O- (I think--I just know that I’m the universal donor!) 44. Nickname: Dashi/Nii-chan/Oneesan/Mein Schwester  45. Relationship status: Very much single with no real prospects.  46. Zodiac: Cancer 47. Pronouns: She/Her, but I’m genderfluid so I’m cool with They/Them or He/Him ^^ 48. Favorite TV Show: Oh man, too many to choose from! XD Star Wars Rebels come to mind for cartoons, and I also love Glee and Parks & Rec for live action shows!

49. Tattoos: None at present. I’d love to have Tadashi tattooed on my back and possibly a Baymax or Hiro on my right ankle ^^ 50. Right or left hand: Right. 51. Surgery: None, and terrified of anesthesia so hopefully none for a good long while... 52. Hair dyed in different color: Never permanent dye (sprayed it a couple times for Halloween as a kid), and I’ve considered long and pink or a boy-short chop and dying it black, but I like my hair the way it is for the most part so I just use lots of wigs for now XD 53. Sport: NOOOO. I mean, I did ice skating for a bit in 6th grade and it was fun, but other than that I absolutely hate them, watching or participating >.< 55. Vacation: Going to see my best friend, of course! And anywhere Disney! Me and the best friend want to visit all the Disney Parks at some point so there’s that! (I would also love to go to England someday!) 56. Pair of trainers: I’m assuming this means the U.S. word “sneakers”? I personally love high tops but only ever owned one pair and they’ve not particularly practical. ^^; Same thing goes for boots (my favorite type of footwear, although I only have, like, one pair that are pretty beat up at this point.) So usually I wear my really comfy plain black work sneakers if I want to be comfortable ^^

MORE GENERAL: 57. Eating: Nothing right now, but possibly some chips and french onion dip in a bit 58. Drinking: Sparkling lemonade 59. I’m about to: Get food, probably XD 61. Waiting for: My life to sort itself the fuck out  62. Want: Same as above. Fredashi and Hezra being canon would also be awesome. More realistically? To finish my book and maybe be lucky enough for it to be mildly successful. 63. Get married: Probably not unless things sort themselves out :/ 64. Career: Someday hopefully a librarian and an author

WHICH IS BETTER 65. Hugs or kisses: Probably hugs since I love cuddling but I’ve never kissed anyone so no real experience to go on. 66. Lips or eyes: Definitely eyes! 67. Shorter or taller: I like being short-ish for the most part--most of my friends are taller than me, but it is fun meeting people who are actually shorter than me XD 68. Older or younger: Probably older? Most of my friends are older than me ^^ 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: Nice stomach, maybe? TBH I have some body image issues/*trigger warning*mild anorexia so I try not to put too much focus on my physical appearance 71. Sensitive or loud: EXTREMELY sensitive 72. Hook up or relationship: Relationship, definitely. (I’m ace, so no hooking up for me ^^;) 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: Very much hesitant.

HAVE YOU EVER: 74. Kissed a Stranger: NOPE. 75. Drank hard liquor: DOUBLE NOPE. 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: Yes, and also broken glasses. 77. Turned someone down: Yeah ^^; 78. Sex on the first date: Nope, I’m ace so none for me 79. Broken someone’s heart: I hope not, and if so, I’m very sorry!!! 80. Had your heart broken: Yep. 81. Been arrested: No, and I pray it never happens to me! (If I did, it wold probably be for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, I try to avoid doing anything even remotely illegal ^^;) 82. Cried when someone died: Yeah, I cry about everyone and everything, IRL or fictional 83. Fallen for a friend: Yep....

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. Yourself: Sometimes yes, sometimes no. 85. Miracles: I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for a whole bunch of miracles, so hell yeah. 86. Love at first sight: I believe in attraction at first sight, but I really think you need to get to know someone in order to truly be in love with them. 87. Santa Claus: I was brought up not believing in him, but I would love for him to be real <3 88. Kiss on the first date: Definitely not for me, a kiss is something very sacred to me. But if that’s your thing, go for it!!!

OTHER: 90. Current best friend name: KingdomHeartsLover! 91. Eye color: Bluish/Greenish, depends on what I’m wearing/lighting 92. Favorite movie: BIG HERO 6, you guys should know this XD

((Randomly doing this while on vacation for fun, but I probably won’t actually be on until Thursday--see you guys then!))