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simp-for-mha-men · 4 years

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𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕓𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕔 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 (𝕜𝕒𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕜𝕚 𝕓𝕒𝕜𝕦𝕘𝕠𝕦 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣)

Request by @number1bakuhoe: can i request one for bakugou? n do yk that tiktok trend where in u kiss ur best friend but instead can it be thats how they reveal their relationship to the rest of the class?? ty💗💗

A/N: This is my dream. I had this thought and disregarded it, but this icon brought it back to my attention! I hope you all enjoy this Bakugou chaos with our favorite U.A. class. My requests are still open, and now my asks are actually working correctly (I didn’t know they weren’t). Enjoy this cuteness!

Genre: established relationship fluff and competition, Tik Tok trends, a little bit of swearing, one weird question from Kaminari, a couple references to different books 💥❤️

Word count: 3.1k

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School was never boring at U.A. Whether you were listening to Present Mic drone on in English class or waiting for Mr. Aizawa to stop staring at you during training, it was always a good time. Your classmates also made sure of this, especially one in particular.

You had come to date the most ornery and obnoxious guy in 1-A, Katsuki Bakugou. His temper annoyed your classmates to no end. He never shared his trauma with anyone. It was as if “problem child” was his middle name. However, you had fallen for the spiky blonde-headed boy nonetheless.

How your relationship started was straight out of a movie, and the fact you both had been together now for 6 months made it all the more romantic. He called you one night by accident. He needed Kirishima to come to his dorm room, since he was late for a study group. When you picked up, he was annoyed at first but settled down after you told him you would help your friends. Being ranked number 5 in the class meant something, so he begrudgingly agreed.

“I’ll come,” you said, expecting rejection.

“Ugh,” he groaned.

Of course. Why would Bakugou want you to come help? He was so egocentric that he didn’t want you trying to show him up. They were your friends too, though! If they failed this test, it would make you upset. Sadly, that’s the downfall of being an empathetic person.

“Fine, just hurry your ass over here,” Bakugou ordered, hanging up immediately after.

You were stunned. If he didn’t tell you to hurry over, you might’ve freshened up just a bit. He wasn’t waiting for you, though, and if you were late, he would come to probably demote you from the rank of “extra,” if that was even possible.

The study sessions became a routine thing. Soon enough, each person kept leaving the group until it was only you and Bakugou left. It made you uncomfortable. It made him colder. Both of you were so awkward about it, which definitely didn’t help your situation. One night, you decided you were done playing this strange little game and did something about. The outcome was quite different than you had intended it.

“You know what,” you began, pushing away your binder, “I can’t do this anymore.”

“Huh?” Bakugou questioned, glaring at you.

“You and I both know that this hasn’t been productive. For crying out loud, it’s just filled with tension!”

He huffed in annoyance, clearly done with your shenanigans. This man was going to be the death of you. Why was he so annoyed with you trying to leave? He usually liked to do things alone. If anything, this study group, if you could still call it that, was only a burden to him.

“It’s not you, Bakugou,” you said. “If anything, I feel like I’ve overstayed my welcome. I only feel uncomfortable, and I can tell that you don’t like the vibe we’ve created.”

The man in front of you fell silent. His gaze still pierced through your soul and spoke louder than words. You could tell he didn’t want you to go, but he didn’t know how to articulate it. Despite this, you knew you couldn’t stay. Being in the same room as him wasn’t healthy. Your heart rate always picked up speed. Plus, being so hot caused you to wear a t-shirt with the AC as cold as possible. Maybe you were coming down with something?

You began gathering your supplies as quickly as possible. You were studying a classic literary work: Romeo and Juliet. Was it cheesy? Absolutely. Did you love it? Without a doubt. However, Bakugou was beginning to be as intense as Montague or Capulet.

“Thank you for these past few weeks,” you blurted. “It’s been really fun, but I don’t want to stay anym--”

Suddenly, your forearm was yanked by your study partner. You landed atop his lap, causing your heart to almost burst out of your chest. Your face felt very hot, and your breath was trapped in your lungs. Bakugou’s hands fell on your waist and slowly rubbed circles into them. He let his gaze change between your lips and eyes.

You didn’t know how to react. Was he just teasing you? Then, he began to lean in slowly. Realizing what he was doing, you moved in and let his lips touch yours. It was your first kiss, but you didn’t feel bad about it. Bakugou was soft and took his time, which is not what you were expecting with his personality. In that moment, you realized why you always felt hot around him. Your pulse quickened because you liked him. You just never wanted to admit it to yourself.

After a few seconds, Bakugou pulled away. Staring into your (e/c) eyes, he took a deep breaths and kissed you again. This time, his heartbeat spoke to you. It matched in rhythm with yours and told you its deepest desires. Bakugou wanted you to be his. He initiated this kiss as a last resort to get you to stay. He needed you to stay with him, not to study but just to hold and kiss.

After that fateful evening, Bakugou had become your boyfriend unofficially. Both of you knew your relationship should be kept a secret. It wasn’t like you had a choice. Bakugou was supposed to be the number 1 hero, and you were just an “extra.” Plus, the Bakusquad and certain 1-A students would be a pain to deal with if they found out he was soft for someone.

Despite keeping your relationship hidden, you both made sure to make it a competition. Bakugou would always ruffle your hair when others weren’t looking, which would tempt you to plant a kiss on his cheek before you both went your separate ways during lunch. The nights in the dorms were domestically sweet rather than competitive like during school hours. Your loving boyfriend would always make two plates of food and slyly pass one to you. You would always make two cups of tea, making sure to hide one behind your back, and bring them to his room. When you did do this, you slipped in while he was taking his usual shower. He always came out, gave you his sweatshirt, and watched you with love-filled eyes. The tea-filled evenings always ended in cuddles and playing with each others’ hair. You stayed until your boyfriend fell asleep at his early time, and then you would sneak off to your dorm room to get some sleep yourself.

This was your normal with Bakugou. During last Christmas, you both were able to go on an actual date for the first time. However, you saw Kirishima and Kaminari hanging out, and you and Bakugou had to abandon your outing. Sadly, your relationship has never been normal because of how secret it was. You both had to get creative with your relationship, but it was worth it. He was your explosive baby, and you were his sweet angel.

Recently, you’ve been getting quite a few relationship Tik Toks in your feed. Whether it was “the faster you run to me, the more kisses you get” trend or the “oh, you want me to make you some soup” sound, you wanted to recreate them. The Pomeranian you were dating didn’t want this. He thought Tik Tok was a complete waste of time, and you always argued with him about how it was a de-stresser for you. However, he still watched every video you showed him and loved the smile you got when watching his reaction.

One of your favorite Tik Tok trends going around was with the popular song “Electric Love” by BØRNS. Best friends admitting their feelings through a kiss was so romantic, and it reminded you of how your adorable relationship began. After seeing about 1 million of them, when in reality it was only 3, you decided you had to do it with Bakugou.

Finals were just around the corner, and everyone was stressing out. There was a rumor going around that you would all be facing the teachers again, except this time there would be bigger groups to face 3 teachers at the same time. You coculdn’t believe it and burshed it off. However, the thought still lingered in your mind that the rumor could be true. Kaminari and Kirishima reminded you of this painfully often.

One morning at the dorms before class, Momo and Iida said they were holding a study group for the class that night to prepare for the written exams. They said they didn’t care how many people showed up. They just wanted to extend the offer since they were the top students in the class. Realizing it would be beneficial, you begged your boyfriend to attend it with you. As per usual, he wanted to make your life just a little bit more difficult.

“Please, Katsu,” you begged.

“No way, dumbass,” he said, flicking your forehead. “Why go when you’ve got me?”

“I just want to hear what other people have to say. Besides, Momo is really good at algebra! She could help both of us.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes before turning to walk towards his door. You had to convince him. No matter what it would take, you had to convince him that this was the best possible option to study for the written finals.

“Wait,” you blurted, gaining his attention. “What can I do that would make you come with me?”

“Don’t even,” he huffed.

“Come on, Katsu. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?”

“Yes, anything!”

Your boyfriend turned around and met your gaze. His eyes were soft, but his smirk was hard. Oh no...he had something up his sleeve. It could go one or two ways: easy or hard. You figured it was the latter.

“Kiss me,” he stated.

“That’s it?” you asked, cocking your head to the side.

“That’s it.”

Smiling, you skipped over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. You leaned closer to his lips and met them sweetly. Bakugou wrapped his arms around your waist and melted into the kiss. It was filled with love and passion, causing a fire to erupt in your heart. You had never been happier in your life. He was all yours, and you couldn’t believe it. After pulling away, his smirk was even wider than it had been the first time. Something wasn’t right.

“I probably should’ve finished what I was gonna say,” he said. “You have to kiss me by surprise before class is over.”

Your eyes went wide. He was not asking you to do this. No way. You guys kept your relationship private for a good reason. He was out of his mind.

“Katsuki,” you sighed, “please tell me this is a joke.”

Laughing, he squeezed your cheeks before turning around and opening his door. “No way, dumbass. You said you’d do anything. Just try not to get caught.”

With that, he sauntered out of his room confidently. Never in your relationship had you been able to kiss him by surprise. He always knew what you were trying to do. He watched your fidgeting hands, crinkling nose, and squinting eyes all too much. It was like he could predict your every move. He watched you like a hero watches a villain.

You had to figure out a plan to catch him completely by surprise in only a few minutes. Then, you had only 7 hours to execute and achieve your goal. That sounds like a long time, but it was going to be a race against the clock. How were you going to pull this off? It’s not like some romance movie where the song for the love interests just starts out of nowhere.

Suddenly, you squeaked out loud. That’s it! You finally have the opportunity to do the “kissing your best friend” challenge. Of course, you and Bakugou were already dating, but he was still your best friend. You both told each other everything. Plus, he had never been around when you were watching those Tik Toks. You had your plan. Now, when could you execute it perfectly?

The morning started off like any other. Mr. Aizawa began going over the day’s schedule, causing the daily antics of your class to begin. Mina and Denki began dozing off, Aoyama was just staring off into space, Koda was focused on some birds outside, and Midoriya was already murmuring to himself. Despite all of this, your boyfriend was staring directly at you from across the classroom.

Once you noticed him, you stuck your tongue out at him. Clearly annoyed by your actions, he sighed and rolled his eyes at you. The dynamic was always like this between you two. However, your attack plan was finalized.

Using your skills, you deducted that the best time to initiate the plan was right before lunch. You would say you were showing him a Tik Tok, kiss his cheek like usual, and then strike. It was perfection. Nothing could go wrong.

The morning classes went by slower than ever. Present Mic kept correcting Jirou’s grammar the entire English class, Cementoss took too long to analyze Fahrenheit 451, and Ectoplasm spoke complete gibberish in math. You stayed focused throughout all of this, though, because you knew what was to come.

Finally, the bell rang for lunch. Waiting for the class to leave the room, you slowly packed up your bag. Once Tokoyami and Shoji had left the room, you walked over to your boyfriend, who purposely took just as long to pack.

“Bakugou,” you began, sweetly, “you have to see this Tik Tok I found.”

He groaned, prompting you to lean down and kiss his cheek. Being the tease he was, he quickly turned directly to face you and kissed your lips. You laced your arms around his neck, causing your plan to become even easier. Thankfully, Bakugou was too in the moment to realize the placement of your phone. You had positioned yourself so you were facing the window, allowing your phone to lean against the glass and stand in the window sill.

“You’re gonna have to try harder than that, (y/n),” Bakugou said, pulling away from you with a smirk.

With your arms still around his neck, you returned a sickeningly sweet smile paired with a glare. “Oh, just you wait.”

You hit the record button on your phone, causing the lyrics to begin. Apparently, this gained his attention, and he turned his head to look at your phone.

Baby, you're like lightning in a bottle / I can't let you go now that I got it

“Babe,” he groaned.

“Oh, come on,” you replied, pinching his cheek. “It’s just one Tik Tok.”

He groaned and looked at you through the screen. He was clearly waiting for you to start dancing or something because he never broke your gaze. Internally smirking to yourself, you realized you had caught him hook, line, and sinker.

And all I need is to be struck / By your electric love

Once the word “love” was sung, you turned his head towards you and kissed him the deepest you ever had. He paused for a brief second with wide eyes before chuckling and pulling you into his lap. Your lips met in a fiery passion of love, and you had never felt more alive. This was definitely the best kiss you had ever shared with him.

“Wait, you gotta be kidding me!” you heard someone say.

Both of you stopped, pulled away, and looked at the door. Standing there was Sero and Kaminari with the biggest grins on their faces. Before any words between the four of you could be exchanged, they both bolted off towards the cafeteria.

“Shit,” you sighed.

“You can say that again,” Bakugou agreed.

“If they know what’s good for them, they’ll keep their mouths shut.”

He chuckled at that and picked you up, placing a simple kiss on your forehead. After setting you down, you both went and grabbed your things before heading off to the cafeteria together. Of course, neither of you were aware of the hurricane that pounded the windows or shook the roof, but that would change very soon.

As soon as you walked in, you spotted the Dekusquad and Bakusquad all together. Once the door shut, Asui looked at you with the widest eyes possible. She turned back to the group and gained their attention, causing them all to unanimously charge the both of you.

“When did it start?” Mina asked, beaming.

“Were you always going to keep it a secret?” Uraraka questioned.

“Have you gone past kissing yet?” Kaminari smirked.

“SHUT UP BASTARDS!” Bakugou yelled, partially activating his quirk.

Stepping in front of him, you placed your hand on his cheek and whispered to him to calm down. After repeating that a couple of times, he did and began sulking to avoid confrontation. Turning around, you mustered up all of the courage you had.

“Ok,” you began, “Bakugou and I have been together for 6 months. We had planned to keep it a secret until graduation. Kaminari, I’m not answering your question.”

Kaminari groaned before turning around and walking off. After you answered the first initial questions, more came at you. You responded honestly and kept the conversation going. Bakugou was beside you the hold time, and, at some point, he took your hand in his. You leaned your head on his shoulder before sighing.

“Anything else?” you smiled.

“Yeah,” Asui replied. “When will you guys tell everyone else?”

“Oh, that’s not an issue,” Sero chimed in. “I already told the rest of the class.”

Everyone in the group fell silent. You prayed silently to whatever higher power was out there to protect Sero from major damage before saying, “Get him, baby.”

Bakugou took off after Sero, causing them both to sprint out of the cafeteria. You knew that they would probably get in trouble big time, but you were relieved. Finally, you and your boyfriend didn’t have to keep your relationship a secret. You were free to share as much PDA as you wanted, within school regulations, and were free to go on worry-free dates. It was a huge weight off your shoulders.

“D-do you think K-Kacchan will hurt him?” Midoriya asked, glancing at you.

Chuckling to yourself, you smiled and said, “I have no idea. I’m just proud to say that he’s mine. Sero will get what’s coming to him.”

It’s safe to assume that the both of you decided a night in studying together was better than having the whole class ogle you during the group study session.

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navyhyuck · 4 years

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𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐄𝐃, 𝐉𝐀𝐘.

↳ a love letter a week, and it has you wondering who’s your secret admirer. you have nine weeks, eight candidates, and one story to live. will you find out who your ‘jay’ is?

a/n :: hi hi hi fellas here’s the first part (technically, since the other one was an intro) <3 uhh a little fun fact! this project mentioned in this chapter was one that i actually had to complete last year (before corona lol) and i thankfully got a good grade on it even tho my teacher swore on all gods that it was very difficult,, he also let me put up nct posters in the classroom <3 enjoy :) [also, i may have missed some tags!!! if you aren’t here and you sent in an ask before, please do so again since it’s been some time since i last updated this!! ty mwah]

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There have been far too many unfortunate events unfolding in your day so far, starting off with the stupid guy that had parked just a little into your spot (that still had you thinking more than you had to do for any science test, and you were highly tempted to just smash the car instead) and then moving onto your English class where you were given a pop quiz on the third act of Romeo and Juliet, and then finally, the situation you’re in now.

It’s the last period of your day, which is supposed to be the most laid back in certain cases, but you’re slumped in your desk in the AP Chemistry lab room for a new assignment of partners. You’ve already attempted to convince Mrs. Choi to let you continue being partners with Chaeryeong, who was looking equally as gloomy from the opposite side of the room, but she had passively dismissed your request with something that went along the lines of ‘expanding our knowledge as a class.’ Not only did that sound like bullshit to you, it actually was, but you didn’t do anything more than stay put as she called out the assignments of partners.

“...Chaeryeong and Jisoo. Beomgyu and Yuna. Y/N and Jisung.”

You’re frozen at the sound of your partner’s name, slightly expecting your teacher to pair you up with one of the overachievers that usually sat in the back and talked shit about the ‘untalented’ kids, but you’re also pleasantly surprised. Turning your head, you meet the said boy’s eyes from a distance, shining into yours before a smile spreads across his face almost immediately. You return one back (probably forcibly from the shock you’re experiencing of the Han Jisung actually recognizing you and smiling at you) before whipping your head back to the front, gulping deeply.

Fuck.

“Now that we’ve split into pairs, there is a list of chemical compounds on this table. Come up with your partner and choose one wisely. After everyone’s chosen, I will tell you what your assignment is.” Mrs. Choi gestures vaguely with her hands, turning away as the rest of the students move around to find their partner. You stay planted in your seat, eyes barely staying open as you quietly continue to try and calm the beating of your heart. You’re sure that it’s not healthy, the erraticness overflowing to every single vein and artery in your body until you’re filled with the filling remembrance that your teacher just paired you up with the single most attractive boy in the school. Well—you purse your lips, thinking about that Hyunjin guy from yesterday—Jisung still causes more heart palpitations than some new guy could ever.

When you deem yourself safe enough to finally use your legs without thinking about falling, you stand up, meeting your partner halfway in the middle of the classroom. He doesn’t say anything at first, possibly because you’ve found a newfound interest in your dirty Converse, but he chuckles as a few seconds pass by, making you look up. “Hey there, thanks for looking at me. Wanna go choose a compound?”

You blanch at his choice of words, but you nod slowly. “Uh-huh, yeah. Sure.”

You learn later, alongside Jisung, that your assignment was to successfully convert your chemical compound into another, with exact proportions being massed properly. Just as you listen to Mrs. Choi going on and on about proper dilution, you slowly start blanking out into the space of ‘why did my dumbass decide to take this class’ and ‘this isn’t worth the pain that I’m receiving.’ Thankfully, Jisung has an equally shocked look at his face as the explanation continues, and you’re sure that there isn’t a way the two of you would be able to complete the assignment properly. There was no way; it was practically impossible.

“I just want to remind you guys that this is definitely possible! Students have succeeded well in the past years! You and your partner should be working together as efficiently as possible, which is why I mixed it up a little this time. There should not be any distractions, understood?” Mrs. Choi finishes, nodding as if someone had actually answered her rhetorical question. “Also, I’ll be grading you on how well you manage your time, so if there’s unnecessary chit-chat, that’ll be points deducted from your grade. No exceptions. Got it?”

You think maybe she’s referring to the time you and Chaeryoung accidentally fucked up the entire experimental process by forgetting to set a timer (it was because the two of you were preoccupied by a TikTok dance, though you would never admit it to anyone), or maybe the time that Jaehyun guy almost set half the chemistry lab on fire by not disposing of chemicals properly. You’d think the school would be a little more careful considering they’re letting teenage students handle dangerous chemicals, but thinking of the time that your teacher told you it was fine to handle acid without wearing gloves, it clearly was never a practice.

You and Jisung start to prepare, with you carefully reading through the reaction process several times and measuring out the chemicals as precisely as possible while Jisung handles the rest of the equipment, bringing over pipettes and scales. As the two of you continued working for the rest of the class period, only till the very end did you notice that you were, possibly for once, actually using all of your class time properly.

“Are you going to homecoming?” Jisung asks as you set down the beaker on the scale, startling you with a non-chemistry related question. If you were being honest, you hadn’t thought about it; homecoming wasn’t too big of a thing at your school to begin with, plus, there wasn’t even the cliche dance that everyone thought they’d get as kids. It was one of the first home games played by the football team (which was pretty shitty, for the record) and they crowned a homecoming king and queen every year. Honestly, it was usually a bore.

“I don’t know,” you say honestly, trying to keep your voice as steady as possible. Maybe constantly reminding yourself every two seconds that Han Jisung was speaking to you would help, but you couldn’t get over it. At least not today. “I haven’t really thought about it.” He hums thoughtfully, taking the beaker from you as you pass it along.

“Have you ever gone to a swim meet before?” His question sounds rather interrogative in nature, and he seems to notice, stumbling over his words for the first time. “Um—I mean, have you gone to any of our swim meets before? You see, I’m on the team and I feel like I’ve seen you before at one of them, and it’s fine if you have gone! I’m just curious.” He holds up his hands in defense as if he’d said something wrong, the chemical splashing around in the beaker as you widen your eyes.

“Fuck, be careful,” you retrieve the object from his hand, placing it down safely on the table to ensure you weren’t going to take after the setting-the-classroom-on-fire guy. Jisung watches as you do so, perhaps overanalyzing the fact that your gloved fingers brushed past his in that moment, now an apologetic look forming over his face. “Sorry, you were about to spill it on yourself.”

“No, it’s fine!” He replies, the volume of his voice attracting attention from the nearby classmates, including Chaeryoung, who gives you a small smirk. You return a pointed glare in her direction, trying to calm down as you realize you’re overheating from the situation at hand right now. “Shit, sorry, that was kind of loud.”

“It’s okay, Jisung,” his name tastes unfamiliar on your tongue, only having been used around Ryujin earlier. Ryujin, you remember, my best friend that’s practically in love with the boy standing in front of me. “I’ve been to your swim meets before, I mean—no offense but—who hasn’t? You guys are undoubtedly the best team in school, who wouldn’t want to watch?”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he chuckles wryly, sounding a bit forced. You decide to ignore it and continue working on the project. Thankfully, your teacher gave the class a few days to work on it, or else it would be essentially impossible to finish. “Wait, aren’t you usually there with your friend? The one with the blue hair?”

You raise your eyebrows, somehow already feeling just a little more comfortable around him. He isn’t as stuck up as you expected, and he definitely doesn’t act like a cocky little shit either. Most importantly, he seems to be just as nervous as you. A small smile forms on your lips. “You mean Ryujin?”

“Ah, yeah! Her.”

“Ryujin and I usually go to watch swim meets together, or at least, she drags me around everywhere and that’s one of the places I’m forced to go.” You chuckle at the memory of her towing you towards the pool, swearing that she’ll buy you a hundred dollars worth of milkshakes for the next month if you keep her company. She never kept the promise, but you still remember the feeling of watching people competitively swim. More importantly, the seven most popular boys in the school at the time. “But I go voluntarily now. I think everyone has to have some sort of school spirit, right?”

You look up at him, your eyes sparkling under the fluorescent lights and you don’t notice, but Jisung gulps, avoiding your gaze after a split second. “Yeah, yeah, absolutely. Totally, definitely.”

The conversation awkwardly ends there, a little weird but better than having to continue talking about how many times you’ve seen him backstroke his way to a medal. You’re not sure if Jisung even knows how popular going to a swim meet is, because when you ask him, he answers with: “I thought all sports got the same audience.” They don’t, that’s confirmed, unless the dance team was performing as well.

The bell rings a few moments later, finally signalling the end of the day with a deep sigh from you. You clean up as quickly as you can, bidding your new partner (and maybe friend) a goodbye to the rest of the day. As you yank out your phone from your bag, going out into the hallway towards your locker, you spot Chaeryoung from the corner of your eye, brushing past you dramatically with a whisper of:

“You’re whipped already.”

dear y/n love,

this is my second letter to you. hopefully, unless you didn’t receive the first one for some reason. but if this is the second one, hi! i hope you had a great day today and if you didn’t, i hope you feel better. i think you probably find this weird, the love letter sort of thing, it’s super cliche and everything so i’d get it if you decided to take this and, like, throw it out or something. but please don’t! please don’t throw it out, i’d be very upset. not that you’d know anyway, but :)

you’re also probably wondering, ‘why is this guy sending me stuff without telling me who he is?’ well, i’m glad to say that i have a purpose. it is, well, just to make you happy. life is hard, ya know, and i don’t think a lot of us would be able to get through everything without someone by their side. not that you don’t have anyone by your side! i’m sure you do, you have friends and family that support you as well, but since i unfortunately do not fall into either of those categories, i have to resort to written letters.

anyway, i’m ending this letter quickly considering my class is ending in hmm, like four minutes? i want to make enough time to get to your locker and give it to you, hopefully without you ever noticing, but if you did end up finding out who i am…just forget about that part. yeah, like my face and all? erase that memory from your pretty head. i’m so sorry, i just realized how much i just didn’t get to a point with this letter at all.

in a few days is the homecoming game, and i may or may not have a little surprise waiting for you there. if you’d like to come, that’s awesome, if not, that’s perfect as well. i know the last thing you’d do is trust someone you don’t know, and it might be a little hypocritical of me to say this, but trust me. in the least creepy way, i will say that yes, you do know me, maybe not as well as i know you. shitttt that sounds so creepy, i deeply apologize. i’m just your secret admirer, that’s it, not a stalker omg. now it sounds like i’m a stalker. okay, anyway.

please come to homecoming, i won’t reveal myself to you just yet (maybe not ever, but it depends) but i have something waiting for you. it’s NOT a death wish, cross my heart, for real.

signed, jay

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the--highlanders · 3 years

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Spy Games

In which the Doctor spies and is spied on, Jamie asks him to dance, and neither of them are very good at pretending they don't know each other.

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He was being watched.

It was quite obvious, really, when one knew how and when to look. Even from where he stood unobtrusively in the corner, hunched over the blinking screen fixed over the face of his wristwatch and half-hidden from the rest of the room by the fronds of a potted plant, he could feel someone’s eyes on him. He had been doing enough watching of his own to know that it was the ambassador, stood on the other side of the room, eyes kept carefully steady over the rim of his glass. But the ambassador was a better spy than this. Or he ought to be, at least, if the Doctor’s own estimates were right. He would know exactly how to watch without being noticed by anyone but an expert – which the Doctor was, of course, but that was beside the point. This was such a clumsy attempt at watching that he could only assume it was deliberate.

Which, of course, begged the question of why. And that he could only answer with well, because he wants me to know that he sees me watching him.

Good gracious. It was so much more confusing than he had expected, this espionage business.

The screen was flashing at him now, and he tapped at it hurriedly, swiping away the message pushing its way into sight. Even from the few words he had managed to catch before it was gone, he could tell it was hardly the sort of thing he ought to be reading here. If someone should see something like that, and in the middle of their mission – well, the game would be up, that was for sure.

Someone’s fingers closed delicately around his wrist for the briefest of moments, the tips of them brushing against his pulse point, and he gasped, pulling his sleeve over the screen with so much force that he was surprised he did not rip the fabric. Looking up, he saw Jamie standing over him, positioned just close enough to cast their joined hands into shadow.

“What’s been happenin’?” he murmured.

“Jamie!” The Doctor winced even at his own soft hiss, glancing around them, “We’re not supposed to be talking to each other, remember?”

“Aye, I remember, don’t worry. I just wanted tae know how things are goin’.”

Well, he was here now, the Doctor supposed. And surely it was better – it was safer – to let Jamie know what he had seen. Or at least, that was what Jamie was always telling him. No time like the present to test it out. “He knows I’m watching him,” he said lowly, his eyes carefully fixed on the opposite wall. Jamie’s fingers were still clasped around his wrist, and his skin crawled with the thought that the ambassador might see, that Jamie’s simple, casual affection after so long apart might give them away. But he could not bear to wrench his wrist out of Jamie’s grasp. Any sudden movement would be much more suspicious, he told himself. But he thought it with so little conviction that he could only half-believe it. “As far as I can tell, he’s just where we want him. Does he suspect you or Victoria yet?”

Jamie shook his head, his own gaze kept carefully on the crowd. His eyes flickered back and forth, watching the movement of the dancers as they twirled as one, skirts and coats and capes flaring out in a hundred different jewel-like colours. “Don’t think so,” he said after a moment. “I havenae seen Victoria for a wee while – but if he was watchin’ her, I might’ve noticed.”

“Yes, I expect so.” They had risked things long enough. Stretching his arms up to accompany an only half-faked yawn, the Doctor drew his wrist delicately out of Jamie’s hold. “We shouldn’t be talking to each other, you know. I do hope he hasn’t thought anything of it.”

“He won’t.” Jamie held out his hand – the one the Doctor had just pulled his own away from. “I came over tae ask ye tae dance,” he said, grinning, “’cause I saw ye from the other side of the room, an’ I thought ye looked so handsome.”

“Jamie,” the Doctor scolded, only barely managing to keep his voice soft. “I don’t think that counts as surreptitious, you know.”

“Aye, it does. I’ve already danced with five different people, an’ I’ll dance with more after ye. I’m just makin’ the rounds, see.”

“Oh, I see.”

Jamie’s grin turned cheekier, a touch more intimate. The one he used when he was teasing, but he knew the Doctor was enjoying it. “You’re the best lookin’ of them, though.”

It was a good thing, the Doctor thought, that he had chosen to stand in such a secluded corner of the room, where the darkness could hide his stinging cheeks. “Oh, hush.”

“Thought of askin’ the ambassador himself, but that’d be a wee bit too -”

“On the nose, yes.” Sighing, the Doctor took Jamie’s hand. Oh, it was hardly as if he minded being asked to dance – but he did so hate to be outsmarted. And yet, when it was Jamie doing it, and when he got that proud little smile, like he knew he’d run rings around him… well, it was difficult to be too upset about that. “Go on, then.” He inclined his head slightly, a silent admission that Jamie had won this round. “Delighted to meet you, I’m sure.”

“Same to ye.”

They waited on the edge of the dance floor, side by side, just barely close enough for their knuckles to bump together. The other dancers were filtering off the floor painfully slowly, chattering and laughing, a few mopping their brows after the boisterous tune. But the song the musicians struck up next was calmer, more steady, and the Doctor led Jamie out onto the dance floor with his heartbeats pounding faster than his steps. Jamie settled his hand over his waist with equal trepidation, though whether he was worrying about remembering the dance moves or the possibility of being spotted, the Doctor could not say.

“So,” he murmured as they set off into a slow rotation between the other dancers. “You haven’t been flattering all your dance partners like that, then?”

“Hm?”

“Telling them they’re handsome.”

Jamie half-swallowed a decidedly undignified snort, turning it into a cough. “’Course not. I meant what I said, you’re the best-lookin’.”

“Well, I’m very flattered, of course.”

He had missed this. Just the simple sensation of being close to Jamie, feeling his warmth, the way Jamie’s fingers curled against his own like they belonged there. It had only been a few days, he reminded himself sternly. A few days of pretending they were complete strangers. Of passing each other in the palace hallways and averting their eyes lest one of them start smiling and set the other off laughing. And it would only be a few days more until they were certain that the ambassador was the one set on bringing down the peace treaty, and their little spy game would end. At four hundred and fifty, a few days ought to be nothing at all. But here he was, thinking of it as if it was an eternity.

“We’ll get the proof we need, won’t we?” Jamie murmured, as if he had heard the Doctor’s thoughts. “It won’t be long now.”

“Of course we will,” the Doctor said. His voice was tinged with a touch more uncertainty than he would have liked – but he had decided to try and be honest with Jamie. No need to keep up too much of a facade. “Everything is going quite to plan.”

“Good.” Jamie’s grip on his waist tightened, fingers digging into his coat, clutching at him like he might fade away. “I, erm – I might’ve seen the guest list, ye know.”

“Oh?”

“Aye. An’, well – I might’ve seen your room number. Accidentally, mind.”

The Doctor raised his eyebrows, fighting back a smile. “Accidentally, eh?”

Jamie ignored him, but his cheeks were noticeably darker, even under the heaviness of the blue lights. “An’ I was wonderin’,” he carried on, “if maybe I could come an’ find ye tonight. After everyone’s asleep.”

“Jamie McCrimmon!” The Doctor swiped at him, still struggling to control his smile. He very nearly lost his hold on it as he looked up to see that Jamie was doing the same. “We’re meant to be pretending not to know each other. What do you think people would make of you climbing in through my window like we’re acting out some – some version of Romeo and Juliet?”

“Eh?”

“Oh – oh, I suppose – it’s a play.” The Doctor gestured vaguely, waving around their joined hands. “By Shakespeare, you know.”

“Oh, aye.”

He chanced a glance over at the ambassador. To his surprise, he had turned away, lost in conversation with someone else – not that he was particularly happy about it, judging by the sliver of his face that was visible. And if his concentration continued to waver, then surely they could afford a moment of lapsed judgement themselves. Just one.

What harm could it do?

A smile was spreading across his face, and Jamie was smiling back at him, ducking his head as if to spare him from the full force of the aren’t-we-silly fondness on his face, the softness in his eyes. It was probably for the best, all things considered. It would not do to lose their composure here, amongst all these people. Better to save it for when they were alone.

“I’ll read it to you,” he said. “When I see you tonight.”

#second doctor #two/jamie #fanfic archive #my writing #i just sneezed my way through editing this so i'm sorry if i have missed a typo. i am very small and hay fever is knocking me about

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caffeinated-moonchild · 3 years

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folie à deux [kim namjoon]

writer: michiko

genre: criminal au, smut, angst

characters: kim namjoon, veronika [original female character]

synopsis: namjoon and veronika are on the run but they were confident enough that they can pull it off. besides, they vow that no one can ever take them alive.

WARNING: MAY CONTAIN EXPLICIT DEPICTION OF VIOLENCE, SEX, PROFANITY, AND MENTAL ISSUES.

story:

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀𝑆𝐸𝑇 𝐼𝑇 𝑂𝐹𝐹

⠀⠀1:01 ───●────── 3:31

⠀ ⠀⠀|◁ II ▷|

A sliver of the late morning sunlight peeked through the small gap of the cheap polyester curtain, a gentle glow against their bare skin that remained exposed amidst a mess of blanket and tangled limbs. The air was still thick and heavy with sex, the walls still carried the imprint of sweat-soaked skin, and the floor was covered with the scattered pieces of fabric that belonged to the two bodies wrapped around each other.

Pale fingers traced circles on the side of his arm, making swirls and lines opposed to the ink on his skin as if writing a story that only he holds. A hum escaped his thick lips as his eyes slowly fluttered open, dark ones making its way to meet a pair of blue hues. "Good morning, babe." His voice was husky, almost smoky. It was a more than familiar tone that he uses, at times, unintentionally.

Her mind was still clouded from the previous day’s crime and the night’s heat, and there was a late morning craving for honey-dripped kisses and lust-drenched skin.

Soft plump lips pressed against his tan skin, whispering sins and delusions on the base of his neck. Strong hands wandered the curve of her waist down to her hips, pulling her closer. Hooking a leg along his waist made her more vulnerable, especially when his hand gently glided on the curve of her hips before reaching from behind, parting the thin laced fabric, two digits rubbing between her legs.

Soft moans made its way past her rosy lips, singing against his skin as she planted gentle kisses along his collarbone, where a wild rose tattoo was etched on, nipping on the skin to leave a couple of marks next to the ones she made the night before. Gentle mewls against his skin as his fingers grew more sensual against her heated core. The corner of his lips tugged up to a proud smirk as he elicited the sounds that he adored. And he knew all too well that the low groan followed by a bite on his shoulder meant how impatient she was getting.

Her slender leg swung over to straddle him as a certain blue flame danced in her own blue eyes. "Didn’t you get enough last night, babe?" he asked, voice husky as his hands sensually rubbed her bare thighs. "Don’t you want to—" He groaned as he was cut off by a spark of friction between their clothed sex, his hands gripping on her waist, pressing her harder against him.

The louder the sound, the more the flames in between their legs grew. Her impatience extended to him as they both rid their bodies of the remaining piece of cloth, her eager hand guided his shaft as she sheathed his entire length in her velvet walls.

His hands molded her waist as he controlled their pace, growling as he felt himself being clenched by her walls which only made him go a bit rougher. With her head thrown back, blonde curls like golden waterfalls, ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝐺 as she sang the song 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑚𝑎𝑗𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑟, 𝐶 𝑡𝑜 𝐷.

Lost in the feeling of both passion and pleasure, they had complete disregard when it came to the time and how they were supposed to check out at exactly noon, but the loud knock on the door was sure to remind them. And yet instead of answering it, they only let their voice grow louder.

"We should—" She tried to suggest in between the string of moans and whimpers that begged to be sung but it only fueled him, driving her insane and pushing her over the edge. As much as she knew that they were on the run and had to get on their feet, she needed the flame even more.

A smug smirk was stretched across his lips, aware that his movements caused her to become a mess of moans and whimpers, unable to finish a sentence that she intended to stop him.

The knocks grew louder just as their mixed voices filled the room with the lewd sounds of pleasure, pleading, and wanting more as if they were in a world where there were no one else but them. And maybe that was why they were such a perfect match—they had a lack of care towards the people around them, only having regards for themselves.

The sound of keys jingling, as the housekeeper attempted to open the shabby door, was drowned by the profanity that they did not hear it creak open. A gasp cut through the sexual noises, but not even the presence of the housekeeper and a guard did not stop the two as they were nearing their peaks.

Her body was leaning forward, hands on his chest as her nails dug through his skin as she felt the familiar coil in her stomach. Her walls were clenching around his entire length, squeezing him tighter which made him groan and thrust harder, shoving her to her peak. A proud smirk was plastered on his face as he watched her come undone before gripping her waist tighter as he pulled her down, plunging deeper into her as he released every drop into her velvet walls.

Sweat-drenched skin against each other and chests heaved as they tried to catch their breaths, her burner phone rang as more than two pairs of eyes followed the sound of the generic ringtone that filled the room.

"Ma’am and sir, you’re past the check-out time," the housekeeper said, her thick Southern accent making it sound a bit more friendly than intimidating. But instead of answering, Veronika pulled herself up which made their liquids drip down her inner thighs. She crawled to the edge of the bed as she reached for the phone on the nightstand to answer the call.

Her plump lips were pressed into a straight line as she listened to the voice from the other end of the line. Her soft features soon grew firm as her gaze turned sharp and shot him an alarmed look which made him sit up almost immediately. The tension was brewing thick, even unable to be cut through by the constant call of the housekeeper and guard who had their back against the two now.

The call coming to an abrupt end, the blonde huffed. "What is it? Who was that?" The blond guy asked, his deep voice etched with a hint of worry. The previous day’s events played through their minds, reminding themselves of the euphoric taste of their crime.

The blonde girl glanced at the two strangers who were still asking them to start packing up. She leaned in a bit closer to the guy in order to whisper, "The authorities are looking for us. We’re all over the news."

"Then we really do have to go now," he firmly said as he slipped out of the bed as he dressed up as he collected his clothes that were scattered all over the floor. His gaze followed the girl who was searching the entire area for her clothes. "I got your jacket." He threw it across the bed which she caught perfectly.

Without another word, they walked out of the room being followed by the guard. Their movements were careful and calculated as they headed back to the lobby to check out. It was as if it was just any other day, as if their faces were not plastered on paper and flashed in news on television. They flashed the reception smiles that mock how clueless they were that they accommodated a couple of cutthroats, without giving it a second thought—despite the questionable stains on their clothes and disheveled hair.

Parading down the street, they knew they were treading on tightrope, hanging onto their remaining wits and luck. Despite wanting to hang their heads low and not draw any attention, their blonde hair glowed in the midst of shambles with a façade of perfection and innocence.

They knew which item on their list had been checked out and what else had to be executed, and at that point, their clock was ticking faster than they wanted and needed it to be. They still had two things to do, a hit-and-run kind of task that needed a level of poise to handle, something Veronika was confident that she could execute. But even if she denied it, she could feel her nerves tremble under the pressure brought by the time and the act itself.

Upon arrival at the antique shop, Veronika’s blue eyes scanned the area as she tried to come up with a faster yet still compelling angle to work on in order to get the owner to step out of the counter long enough for Namjoon to take the money so they can finally fly to a different city and start over, as they try to put it nicely.

Her eyes caught a glimpse of an artwork which seemed some kind of macabre portrayal of Romeo and Juliet. Despite Juliet’s dead body floating on her own pool of blood and Romeo’s pale corpse laying next to her with the empty vial of poison still in hand, there was something about it that appealed to the blonde girl.

"I haven’t seen this before," she sweetly said, still admiring the artwork that was hung around the opposite corner of the counter. "I bet a lot of people tried to buy this masterpiece."

The owner was an old man and he seemed alone. His eyes were filled with years of stories that are probably going to be left untold. "I wish I can say you’re right but no one really wants to hang such gruesome artwork in their own home." He took a careful step as he glanced at the empty shop, thinking it would not hurt to step out of his post and attend to a customer.

"Maybe it is a little weird but it has a certain charm, don’t you think?" She smiled sweetly, almost innocently, but something still felt off.

The old man chuckled, standing next to the blonde girl. "If there is, you’re the first one to notice it." He reached for the painting’s frame, grazing her fingers delicate as if he was careful not to break it. "It was brought here along with a few more things. I haven’t seen anything like it. Romeo and Juliet are often painted as alive and in love, but rarely about how they died. Truly heartbreaking."

At the corner of Veronika’s eyes, she saw Namjoon starting to make his move so she tried to prolong the conversation. And for a while, she was able to keep it up but when the owner looked at the counter’s direction, he slid his hand in his pocket only to pull out what looked like a button and pressed it. ❝I’ve dealt with you hoodlums for so long, you’re not getting away with this,❞ he shouted before running outside of the shop. The old man who seemed feeble had enough energy to get away.

"Hurry!" The blonde girl groaned, brushing trembling fingers through her hair. "I’m not going back to fucking jail, Namjoon!"

He was getting frustrated as he zipped up the bag filled with both money and a few more valuables that he found along the shelves. "Do you really think I want to go back there, too, Vee? Not a chance."

The two of them headed out, running for their lives, knowing that the clock is ticking and it was just a matter of time until they were caught.

"Over my dead body," Veronika said through gritted teeth.

Five feet away from a car that could free them, the sound of the siren flooded their surroundings as two shots rang, echoing in the open space. Veronika flinched, terrified of the sound when it does not come from a gun that she holds. She turned around only to see Namjoon on the ground, hand still tightly gripping on the duffel bag.

And she could have easily run away but her heart told her not to.

"Run," Namjoon croaked, blood filling the gap of his lips and yet no matter the warning, she was not going anywhere. If she was not going to be with Namjoon, she had no plans of ever escaping the situation.

Through blurred vision, he could see her petite figure running towards him. And though he wished that the last image that he would have of her was her blonde hair dancing with the wind as she called his name, he was not granted that. Just as the lights started to dim, another set of two shots cut through the sound of the siren.

"Namjoon..." she whispered, voice fading towards the end of his name. Just a couple of feet away, Veronika crawled until she was able to reach for his hand.

Their bodies were sprawled across the concrete, flashes of blue and red glowing against their skin. It was overcast as if the sky empathized with the lovers who tried to hold on to dear life, mouthing their vows to each other as crimson added color to the grey. Her blue eyes looked at his dark ones, a faint smile painted on their lips that held an unspoken promise.

❝They’ll never take us alive.❞

***

Upon further investigation, Veronika and Namjoon had been connected to more than fifteen bodies and a dozen robberies. It was intricate, a twisted and illegal work of art that served as their legacy.

If it was not for the mediocre attempt, then they could have gotten out alive.

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Four Pt 3

Pt 1 – Pt 2

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…

It had been hours without word from you and no doubt he more than deserved it but as he stared at his phone screen of the unanswered messages to you his brows inched up seeing you had read his finally. One by one they were marked read and at the end he eagerly added another to the line simply asking, “Did you find a decent hotel in Lindon?”

With your brows furrowed curiously you replied, “My Ada had plenty of room.”

His lips parted and he felt his heart skip realizing he had missed out on knowing a big chunk of your family, “I thought you lost your parents.”

“Oh, the tomb, no, that was my mother and step father. There was a bad divorce when we were little. Haven’t seen him in centuries.”

Risking a possible hang up or being ignored he called you, biting his lip hoping you would just let him know you were safe and being well cared for. But your voice came through the line and he calmed a bit at that alone. “Yo-, you’re father took your arrival well?”

With a smirk you replied on your path out onto the cold grass barefoot towards the swing set out a decent distance form the back door so you wouldn’t be overheard, “Well I had to cut off his hand, so, not that well.”

“Wait, what? I thought you were there to operate on one of the Feanoreans.”

Weakly you chuckled saying, “Maedhros Feanorean is my Ada.”

After a pause Thorin stammered, “O-oh..” you couldn’t help but grin at the sound of his shifting in his seat as you sat on one of the swings, “Is, or, was he badly injured? I mean past the hand..”

“Scrapes, bruises. Nothing the Elven doctors couldn’t mend easily. Just having to help with his rehab on his new hand.”

Thorin wet his lips, “Will, um, will that take long?”

“Few weeks at least.”

He nodded and felt his inner damn break gushing out each and every fault he had found from himself in your time together especially focusing on his points that he had returned all your artwork to their original homes and spoken to each of his relatives about honoring your home. “And I have told Nori I won’t be looking at any new homes, if you wished to one day live together fully, when I have earned it I wouldn’t dream of forcing you and the boys to move out of your home, which is already impossibly grand enough. Even in my time after work I’ve already picked up books on Elven traditions and cultures…”

You couldn’t help but grin asking, “Which ones?”

Thorin, “Oh, um, one written by a, squiggly something, it’s written in Quenya, and one with a horseshoe on the cover, written in something, else.”

You giggled ending his sentence, “Which forms of Elvish?”

“Oh, um, Sindar for one, Noldor for another, and they had one on Falmari. Is there a difference?”

You giggled again shaking your head, “Such big differences. My Ada is Noldor, my mother was Vanyar, though I stick to my Ada’s traditions. The boys’ father was Teleri, not far from Vanyar so it won’t be hard for me to share it.”

He nodded, “I’ll have to look up books on Vanyar and Teleri then.”

“You’re certain?”

“Of course. In fact Dis is insisting the whole clan buy copies too. The squiggly book I glimpsed inside and apparently your home, the arches bring harmony and the windows locations bring peaceful thoughts. The chimney is backwards for eternal oneness, whatever that means, it doesn’t explain what your chimney means if it’s backwards…” his voice trailed off into a ramble showing how much he’d already put into studying on what your home and the layout meant. Until he asked, “How are the boys? And you’re eating enough?”

“Ya, we’re good. The boys got to meet my cousin Celebrimbor, he’s their age, loves them already. We’ve had a full four meals already. If you thought Dwarves were protective of pregnant women you have not spent long around Elves. My six uncles live here too and none of them are away from me and the boys for long, or Ada.”

“That’s good. You have your vitamins?”

“My aunt Elanor bought me a new batch, forgot where I left mine yesterday morning before work. Probably in the bread box or something.”

Thorin nodded then growled at his buzzing phone he drew away from his ear to read the message he was just sent then answered, “Work calling.” He wet his lips. “Oh, and Hensen is an ass! Heard him bragging on my way back from surgery. Trust me, me Dwalin and the boys are determined to make his last few weeks here hell and Dis knows his wife so she’s sharing all the drama he flushed up about pregnant women while his wife is carrying their seventh at home. Don’t you worry on that, we’ve got it covered, in the worst case Richard can’t put us all on leave till he’s gone.”

“Go to work, save some lives. Do that brooding look near the windows to seem all distant in thought across from the nurses lounge, gives them something other than bedpans and rude patients to talk about.”

He chuckled and bid you goodnight, promising to talk to you the next day after encouraging you to get some sleep yourself.

…In Lindon…

With a sigh you walked back into the house and to your gifted room beside your father’s to change out of your jeans into a pair of shorts. At the foot of your bed you stared at it after setting your sweater on it only to turn away from it to walk through your door and into your father’s room. Under his covers in the bed he lowered his new hand from over his head in another try at fully controlling all his fingers. An easy smile grew on his face and he brushed back his covers drawing a smile from you in return climbing on and walking across is bed to settle at his side wrapped in his arm.

Quietly you laid there until he kissed your forehead saying, “It pains me to no end you had to face burying Em alone.”

“If it helps she was able to help heal a group of children lead full lives in her passing.” He peered down at you as you shared the descriptions of the children receiving her organs widening his grin knowing some pieces of her remained for you all to find peace in her absence.

“How was this Thorin of yours?”

“He bought books on Elvish cultures, has spent near a full day studying each detail of the layout of Irime and Findi’s house they left me.”

He chuckled, “No doubt that fireplace was troubling for him to decipher.”

You giggled softly, “Yes. It was, he was also stunned about you being my Ada. Apparently he saw my trip on the news, was curious, just as the world apparently is on how you had gotten into contact with me.”

He chuckled again, “Yes, no doubt. I’ve even gotten a call from my manager asking how much this mithril hand has set me back, surely he was hoping he would still get paid.”

You giggled softly, “I never charge for it. What’s a bit of blood to free them from their troubles.”

He chuckled planting his lips on your forehead again through a muffled chuckle, “No doubt none of them know it actually is your blood.”

“Just my first team who watched me bleeding out over the Captain. Though when I woke up the file said they saw me uncover a vine of mithril in the cave we hid in I drained for the foot.”

He grinned using his two working fingers on his new hand to cover you more through another warm kiss, “Good, no doubt for your gift secrecy of its source was a small price. Though I doubt any have found recovery as easy as I have, at least by Curufin’s relaying your experiences to all of them while I was asleep. If it helps I can wiggle my little finger now.” Making you giggle and snuggle closer to him, “I do hope you don’t mind us moving in with you Pumpkin. I don’t want to miss another moment with you.”

Your arm draped across his middle after his next kiss as your eyes drooped shut and you dreamily sighed, “Neither do I.” He grinned again closing his eyes pressing his head to yours with a steady smile drifting off to sleep with you.

Over the next week your therapies seemed all the more ridiculous and tedious to Maedhros sinking his mood greatly leading to his early night in leading to your taking time in the in house studio. Eventually at the wafting sound of his brothers playing tore him from bed in an irritated huff about possibly waking the boys only to pause in the doorway seeing you holding one of the spare guitars from the wall to play his parts from one of their new unreleased songs for an upcoming album as you finely tuned Celegorm’s drum sections to fit to their style more in the transfer from the page to real life.

At his side Caranthir eased over nudging his side with his elbow as Maedhros stood open mouthed at your singing a set of lyrics helping Maglor with the timing you had imagined. “You didn’t think she got through med school on grants and scholarships did you?” Maedhros looked at him seeing his wide grin, “She’s our best writer, has been for decades.”

Through the room at your grin he moved to look over your notes only to peer over at Amrod when he handed him his guitar then to you at your saying, “Might as well give it a try.” He gave a timid nod and wet his lips shouldering the strap and easing the guitar into place along with his fingers only to close his eyes trying to feel the motions of the song you would play along with him.

I remember how it felt we were sittin' on the roof

You were in my black jacket drinkin' up the view

We were Romeo and Juliet smoking Lite cigarettes

All night long

Countin' yellow cabs we were showing tattoos

On top of the world we had nothing to lose

Fallin' like snowflakes crashin' out at your place

What went wrong

If I see you out tonight

You'll think I'm doin' alright

'Cause you can't see

What's underneath this black Jacket is a broken heart and

And I never take it off

'Cause I just can't hang it up

It's too torn apart this

Black jacket has a broken heart

As the guitar role picked up Maedhros’ eyes finally opened realizing you were playing in sync with him and he had only missed a couple notes so far as you guided Maglor along through the vocals.

I still use your umbrella when I'm walking in the rain

I cant help but crack a smile every time I hear a train

I never got your music till you left and made me use it

Just to keep you around

It's a small world town

If I see you out tonight

You'll think I'm doin' alright

'Cause you can't see

What's underneath this black Jacket is a broken heart

I never take it off

'Cause I just can't hang it up

It's too torn apart this

Black jacket has a broken heart

A nip at his lip later he focused on the rising tempo in this part of the song.

One day I'm gonna take it off

Set it up in flames

Oh I won't even hear it, when somebody says your name

Nothing left to hide

I won't even hurt

Yeah, I'll be alright in a white T-shirt, but

If I see you out tonight

As the tempo slowed again a grin eased onto his lips seeing how seamlessly he was slipping back into the old motions. His eyes moved to you as your hand left the neck of your guitar to rest on your stomach only to draw Maglor’s to rest over it with a wide grin feeling your little ones shifting at the vibrations from the guitar below them.

If I see you out tonight

You'll think I'm doin' alright

'Cause you can't see

What's underneath this black Jacket is a broken heart and

I never take it off

'Cause I just can't hang it up

It's too torn apart this

Black jacket has a broken heart

Ooh, ooh, ooh

As the song ended his grin remained and his hand moved to steal a feel of his own of your bump along with his brothers before he wet his lips and chose one of their classics his brothers revealed to have been from you as well. Steadily you played with him for a couple hours until he caught your yawn between songs then he set aside your guitars and led you to his bed for some more sleep.

A few more days had passed until news of there being an inability to shift the date for a fan meet left you at the house with Elanor and Celebrimbor for most of the day until they returned exhausted and a bit uncertain after hearing they would have to head back out for the final two weeks of concert dates. Though as you heard Elanor and Celebrimbor had been traveling along with them you found your joining them for a glimpse of their tour finally possible. The grin on Maedhros’ face wouldn’t drop fro hours after knowing you would be coming with them. Through the west you would travel around for six shows then the brothers had planned it to be time for your move. A few of Maedhros’ brothers were going to stay in the house in Lindon after they had packed up to move into your house, which one of the second studies you had set up as your own in house studio the Durins had thankfully not found access to.

Through the few dates you left the boys back stage with Elanor to stand near the edge of the stage playing along with Maedhros giving him courage even though their overly eagerness to even see the full band together in support of their return. All that joined with their love for simply being in their presence, fully knowing that live shows weren’t meant to be perfect. The added bonus of seeing the newly announced and impossibly talented daughter of one of the members was greatly publicized in their media stops between shows. The last of which ending in Greenwood granting Elanor time to set up her paperwork for her new job with Curufin while the rest of you set up in your home.

Easily enough after their first walk through as you watched the boys settle their toys back into their proper places in their room the men unpacked the truck into their chosen rooms and joined you and the boys in the kitchen where you had added yet another painting. The sight of a figure passing by the window with dark hair sent Fili and Kili racing inside after getting off their late shift. The door closed after them and into the kitchen the rushed hearing the boys singing a rambling tune only to pause after calling out, “You’re back!”

In shock their eyes scanned over the tall men around you looking them both over before your father approached them offering his new hand, “Fili and Kili I presume.”

They nodded shaking his hand then peered around him at you seeing you approaching to accept their hugs filled with their muddled apologies. After you pulled apart you named all your relatives only to hear your door open and Dwalin’s voice through the door calling out, “Boys, you left your bags outside.”

Maedhros leaned in asking, “Thorin?”

You shook your head, “Dwalin.”

Behind the bald dwarf who dropped the bags in the doorway to the kitchen Thorin entered and froze only to grin at the boys greeting him happily. Through the sea of introductions he made it to the boys accepting their hugs to leave kisses on their cheeks and foreheads only to peer up at you in your approach after Dwalin’s tearful apology filled hug. A nod of your head brought him closer to melt around you in a hug of his own and a firm kiss after. The oven timer sounded breaking you apart freeing you to tug Thorin to the table into the seat beside yours as he stole a stroke of your slightly more pronounced bump he was grateful he hadn’t chased you away longer than he already had.

While your plate was being filled by both Maedhros and Thorin you chuckled at Fili’s asking form his trip to the bathroom, “So, whose boxes are in the spare rooms?”

You couldn’t help but grin as Thorin sat beside you eyeing you carefully wondering the same thing in his focused attempts to keep his attention away from the new portrait in the kitchen across from him. “Jaqi?”

Turning your head you let out a weak giggle as Maedhros stated plainly with a grin of his own, “Oh that, we’re moving in.”

Kili asked as you took a bite of this meal, “All of you?”

Maglor nodded and reached over shifting the boys’ plates closer to them replying, “Yup. We’ve all missed so much in their lives, besides with the new little ones on the way you’ll be needing all the help you can get while you two are at work. I doubt the daycare will let you bring all of them everyday.”

Amrod, “Besides, to follow Elven courtship in these circumstances you will be needing our presence.”

Amras, “Unless you are choosing to stick to Dwarven traditions instead.”

Celegorm, “Though even there you would still require certain blessings first.”

Maedhros, “Don’t worry, we’ve left a considerable space in the library as well as the studies for your belongings for nights reading in.”

Thorin lowered his fork then glanced at you asking, “My, belongings?”

You flashed him another quick smile as Maedhros stated, “In your Vanyar courting book you’ll read there is a dwelling phase in courtships. You will live with us all and complete the tasks required to earn Jaqi’s trust as well as affirm your place together and settle your plans for how your children will grow.”

Thorin wet his lips as Fili asked, “I thought Elves didn’t live together until they were married.”

Maglor raised a brow, “In what race does carrying another’s children not count as marriage?”

Dwalin’s lips pursed before he grumbled, “Told you.”

Thorin sent him a weak glare then asked Maedhros across from you both, “Does that mean we will have to plan the ceremony soon?”

Curufin, “Not at all. In fact to do so would be a great insult. It is best, in these cases to follow tradition of birth first and then not until the little ones have reached their first steps a proper engagement is allowed.”

Kili, “He has to wait that long?”

Dwalin, “Not sure Gran will allow him to break our traditions so far.”

Thorin wet his lips, “For our kin we must be at least engaged by the birth.”

Maedhros nodded then answered, “I am certain in this circumstance we might allow a well deserved engagement, however, it must be approved by Jaqi and not allowed to be taken as anything but an honest display of intentions, not simply done out of tradition for a time limit.”

Thorin nodded, “Of course.”

By lunch Curufin and Elanor arrived with little Celebrimbor in hand adding to the group of Elves now imposing the same wall of expectations on the future and shaping of the children and couple involved for Thorin that you had felt. If he had imagined himself clear on what he had done he now abundantly clear on what your position was and no doubt he imagined this was your family’s revenge in your place so he would understand. Not long after the Durins began trickling in rushing to apologize to you as well as learning just who the men were in your life and why they had been away from you for so long. But the separation of your family and divide between you and your also unmentioned twin was shared explaining your silence on the subject of your busy family half a world away.

Between the dinner and breakfast the next morning Thorin treasured being able to slip into your bed with you and hold you once again. Loving murmurs of Khuzdul between lingering kisses were finally put to an end by you so he could rest up for his next shift. Alone he woke and groggily found his way to the kitchen only to peer up with pursed lips nad a twitching brow at the colorful face of a cow new to the pale grey wall over the white and pale yellow tile backdrop. Wordlessly he tore his eyes away from it and forced a wide grin at you as you set a full plate and cup of coffee in front of him. When your uncles began trickling in you moved to finish prepping your own cup of tea beside your plate you couldn’t help but grin seeing your Cousin Elrond, who arrived last night who eased to your side in the line for coffee and peered up at the painting under furrowed brows.

“Um, so, which one of your patients painted that one.”

With a grinning nod at Thorin eating as he stared at it you mumbled behind your mug to your cousin, “I painted it.” Elrond peered at you curiously, “Just waiting to see how long it takes for him to say something.” You stole a sip as he chuckled filling his cup of coffee when you moved to your own seat by Thorin. You raised your full fork and eyed Amrod and Amras both carrying your boys to the table where Caranthir and Celegorm had already set up their breakfast for you and jumped at the chance to help them eat it. Your comment had floated around the table an in a swapping set of shared gazes you could spot their own wagers being set on when he would finally crack, though he seemed likely to last at least a few days where after he had gone Fili and Kili both lasted only a few moments after walking into the kitchen only to turn around asking together, “What’s with the cow?!”

#Thorin x Reader OC #Hobbit #lotr

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seoulscenarios · 6 years

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Romeo, Romeo wherefore art thou Romeo?

Genre: light angsty fluff, high school au, female reader insert

Member(s): Stray Kids’ Minho (ft. Jisung and the lads)

Word count: 2991

Warnings: light swearing, light pda at the end

Summary: you and Minho had been best friends since you could walk but it seems only you had developed a crush on him. Will a late class and a small two man production of Romeo and Juliet change his mind or does he really not like you? Featuring the rest of the crackheads with their leader, Han Jisung, love is in the air at school and a certain someone is just oblivious to it.

Authors note: based off the following request “All time fav cliché best friends to lovers with Minho (stray kids) angsty fluff where reader (preferably female) thinks her love is one sided, but turns out it’s not. Good ending”. I hope this is something to what you wanted and sorry it’s not heavy on the angst pls enjoy !!

-You and Minho had een best friends for years and you always had the tiniest crush on Minho but it escalated a lot over the summer as Minho glowed UP

-Wow u are whipped

-However whipped as you are for him he never seemed to reciprocate it

-Ever

-You even went out with on valentine’s day 3 (three?!) years in a row but his thick skull didn’t acknowledge it and just thought it was another friends doing friends things

-So, you moved on

-I mean he’s your best friend you can’t let your crush get in the way of things

-You were there for him whenever he argued with his parents or friends, he was stressed about school or failed a test and uwu

-You’re just the bestest of friends and everyone is jealous (tho most think you are dating)

-So,,,,,

-You guys always hang out in school together bc you’re in the same friendship group

-And youre in most of the same classes, so you normally walk together

-WELL

-Minho managed to make the BOTH of you late to ur first class bc his dumb ass slept through his alarm and u had to basically drag him out of bed lmao

-So u rock up late for class

-Ur teacher is NOT impressed

-So as a punishment they give u a script of a play and told to learn it by next week

-U groan when u see the title of the play

-Romeo and Juliet

- Oh no

-This won’t end well

-You glance at Minho to see if he has any reaction bc,,,,, hello ur dying on the inside and probably the outside and you can hear Jisung and felix trying to hold in their laughs at u

-(you make a mental note to beat their asses later)

-And Minho

-Is very unfazed as he flicks through the script

-Ur kinda disappointed

-I mean it’s not fair how you’re a literal MESS trying not to let the floor swallow u up in embarrassment tbh

-So,, the two of you practice outside of class at ur guys’ house and you can’t help but notice how utterly unfazed he was by this whole ordeal

-Ur both literally reciting the most well-known love story on this planet and yet,,,,, nothing

-Not an ounce of feeling that he likes you

-I mean,,, he’s not a bad actor and his romeo makes u SWOON but honestly you swoon for irl Minho not just romeo Minho

-As you stutter over some of the lovey-dovey lines u hear Minho laugh a little and tells u to redo it

-his little shit

-After a week of practice, you guys are ready to perform this goddamn piece

-I may add that ur teacher only gave you the condensed version and not the whole play

-It just so happens that the condensed version only focuses on romeo and juliet’s love

-Bc English teachers amirite?

-So the two of you turn up to class ON TIME this week, not wanting to get ur ass beat again

-And ur just the tiniest bit nervous bc !!!! hello !!!! ur performing with ur crush !!!!

-U glance over at ur seatmate Jisung who gives u a big thumbs up

-BREATHE Y/N

-Everything is going well, u don’t stutter and Minho is just the perfect romeo

-Until the final scene I may add

-As you lay “dying” as Juliet, Minho runs onto the scene and spots u laying down

-He walks up to u and goes to kneel

-BUT

-Before you both knew it, he stumbled

-And fell

-Right

-On

-Top

-Of

-You

-Lips centimetres apart from each other

-OWO what’s this

-U swear the whole class are holding their breaths and can hear ur damn heartbeat

-U stare at Minho in shock for what must have been a minute

-Neither one of you tearing ur eyes apart from the other

-It wasn’t until you hear ur teacher cough slightly that the two of you snap out of it and Minho pulls away

-He finishes the scene off with no problem and honestly,,,, u don’t even register it’s over until Minho offers his hand to help you stand up

-You grab it, flushing a hella lot bc,,,,, u nearly kissed ur crush in front of ur whole class RIP

-Ur teacher was impressed with u guys and let you off the next assignment ur class had (if only u were aware of this then u would hear the whole class esp Jisung groan)

-As u go back to ur seat,,, ur eyes drift back to Minho and ur thoughts go back to that last scene and his lips……

-“yah Y/N ! u and minho were so close I swear you were gonna kiss you shoulda seen ur face!!!!! I thought for real that Minho was just gonna plant one on you !”

-Smh Jisung

-Poor baby,,, u just sit in shock trying to concentrate

-Hint: it doesn’t work

-Ur plagued with thoughts of Minho for the rest of the day,,,,, I mean you already were but now it’s like sensory overload but with Minho

-But u know he doesn’t like you

-Lmao why would he

-He surely would’ve spoken to you about by now esp after that near kiss in class

-But this dumbass is still oblivious

-School ends and ur trying to forget about the near kiss

-But in this, you forget that Minho has a habit of walking you home

-So there he is

-Leaning on your locker waiting for you to turn up

-YOU SWOON BC NO ONE SHOULD LOOK THAT HOT IN SCHOOL UNIFORM FOR PETE’S SAKE

-His blazer was off, shirt sleeves rolled up, blonde hair tousled and wavy (ladies, imagine Minho like this I’m crying)

-U feel ur heart literally stutter

-I swear that’s a medical condition Y/N

-“Let’s stop by the convenience store, my treat” he smiles down at you as he moves out the way so u can get to ur locker

-Dude,,,,, u need to stop before I melt into the floor

-“Uhhhh I can’t I have,,,,,, a study session at the library gotta work on some literature stuff u know ahaha”

-Minho frowns but doesn’t react massively

-Secretly he thinks its hella cute that ur tryna avoid him but that’s for another time

-“Okay, don’t study too hard and I’ll treat you another time. Text me when you get home”

-UWU

-Anyone who overhears this would be like wow 10/10 relationship goals tbh

-U however, a self-proclaimed dumbass, don’t dwell on it too much

-You guys tend to grab food after school together

-ANYWAYS

-Minho pulls you in for a hug before leaving

-Oof ur heart is stuttering again

-How you made it to the library for ur study session is a wonder tbh

-25 minutes later finds you groaning into ur books cursing minho’s name

-That’s when u realise 2 things, 1) that wow ur a FOOL bc there is no literature homework bc of ur work from earlier and 2) Minho is very bad for your health and u gotta avoid him for ur own sake

-U walk into school with this resolve

-It doesn’t work

-Minho is in practically every single one of ur classes

-So u practically have to run from each class to avoid him

-Which leaves Minho very confused

-He doesn’t walk with anyone else from class or treat them like he does to you

-Which makes Jisung very jealous,,, bc why can’t Minho treat him like this

-Little did you know Minho has a PHAT crush on you and Jisung is PLAGUED by the both of u gushing about the other

-Jisung is MEDITATING

-So when you start avoiding him even more Minho is extremely put out bc what does he do now who does he spend time with now

-(jeongin: we’re still here hyung!!!)

-Being the good friend he is, he gives u space but is still v sad about it

-And honestly, ur sad too bc as much as you love spending time with Jisung,,,,,, he’s no Minho lmao

-One night after school Minho is kicking round the football field with the others and that’s when he realises

-He’d much rather spend his time with you

-It’s not that he doesn’t love his friends, he just happens to love you even more

-But how can he reach out to you when ur avoiding him still

-Jisung notices how glazed over Minho’s eyes and knows

-*cracks knuckles* it’s time

-Jisung sends Minho home telling him to grow some chest hair n text u lmao

-Minho does go home but does not text you bc he’s just a nervous boy

-Jisung to the lads: “now he’s gone, we gotta make a plan for the two lovebirds they’re so BLIND I’m sick of it I might just confess to Minho myself”

-Chan: “……….”

-Jisung: “that was a joke old man, let’s focus pls ladies”

-So the plan

-Was it an elaborate one?

-Definitely not

-Lmao have u seen these kids they’re a bunch of crackheads

-Baso,,,, they’re just following the classic let’s text them separately to meet up as a front but SIKE it’s just the two of you alone

-Fool proof right?

-Somehow it is???

-Shocking??

-The two of you don’t expect anything is going on

-So it’s the weekend when the plan is put into action

-It’s been 17 days since you last spoke to Minho not that you had been counting haahaha okay yesyouhaveitsnotlikeyoumisshimoranything

-You wake up to a text from Jisung saying that him, felix, hyunjin, and changbin were going for ice cream and whether you wanted to go

-Which duh??? Ice cream???

-U needed it so you dragged yourself out of bed to get ready

-Little did you know that Minho too had received a text from Woojin saying that him and the others (a.k.a the family,,,,, Woojin, chan, seungmin and jeongin) were going for ice cream

-And Minho wasn’t passing up the chance esp when there was a high probability that chan would pay lmao

-*in the master gc of getting Minho and Y/N together*

-Jisung: excellent

-So 1pm rolls by and ur there at the ice cream parlour waiting for the others to rock up

-U go to order bc honestly boys take so long to get ready istg

-As you give ur order a voice behind goes “and a matcha ice cream as well please”

-U FREEZE

-Why of all the ppl to turn up

-It’s the one ur trying to avoid

-U turn to face him

-“Minho?”

-“Y/N?”

-Felix, somewhere: beYONCE?

-Ur in shock bc 1) why is here? 2) who allowed him to look so good in white ripped jeans ur DYING HERE 3) where is everyone else?

-That’s when u realise

-Jisung is a snake and ur friendship is over

-Y/N is taking applications for a new friend who isn’t called Han Jisung thank you

-Ur heart is stuttering bc Minho looks so boyfriend ur not okay

-Safe to say those 17 days did NOTHING in swaying your crush on him

-“Is that all?” oh yikes yeah this isn’t a drama scene Y/N where ur crush confesses to u, someone has to pay at this point and the queue behind the two of u is getting impatient lmao

-You whip around blushing “uh yeah that’s everything” u reply stuttering and trying to whip out ur card

-Before you can, Minho’s arm stretches out in front of u and taps the machine in front of you

-Istg u feel butterflies in ur stomach at Minho being in such close contact with u

-U can feel the heat radiating on ur back

-You get ur ice cream and u go to leave the shop but Minho grabs your arm

-U turn to him questioningly to be met with slightly hurt eyes

-Did I do that to him?

-Yes u fool

-“Sit with me. Please?”

-How can you refuse that

-……………

-It’s so awkward

-“Are you okay? Why are you avoiding me? Did something happen? Just let me know if you’re okay?”

-Owo my heart

-“uh,, no nothing’s happening….. I’m just busy u know??? Hahaaha school is really kicking my ass”

-Minho just nods and takes a spoonful of ice cream so u do the same

-“Just let me know if I can help you in anyway, I’m always here for you. Don’t suffer alone, I hate seeing you so down?”

-………….

-…………

-Honestly,,,,, u just about melt at this

-Putting ur spoon down and u look at him

-Now or never, Y/N

-“Okay…. I’ll let you know what’s the real problem. It’s you, mr lee Minho.”

-Minho is SHOCKED why is he the problem

-“uhhhhhh”

-“Please let me finish or else I’ll never have the courage to do this again. You have no right to be stealing my heart yet again by nearly kissing me in the middle of class. Do you know how embarrassing that was, I really just wanted to kiss you and I would’ve combusted if you did but you didn’t which made it worse. Why didn’t you kiss me? I’ve literally been sending you signals for nearly two years, and that’s saying something because I saw you in your awkward teen phase and still liked you, and you haven’t even responded. So I avoided you because my heart keeps stuttering whenever I’m near you I’m surprised you can’t hear it. I mean you’re so hot I just wanna kiss you, especially since that day all I can think about is your lips as you were SO close to me this is the worst time to confess but I really like you Lee Minho.”

-And breathe Y/N

-And Minho is no better

-How dare his crush confess before he can smh

-He sits in shocked silence trying to process this information

-You, however, are dying

-That’s it, he’s not replying he doesn’t like you Y/N LEAVE

-So u try to

-But as you stand up so does Minho

-And his hand shoots out to grab your shirt and he just plants one on you ????? in the middle of a damn ice cream parlour?????

-UWU

-Ur in shock

-The man of your dreams,,,,, kissing you ???? more likely than you think ??? so u kiss him back ??? ofc u do how could you not

-It tastes of matcha and strawberry ice cream and something,,, so inherently Minho u just wanna keep kissing him tbh

-Y’all break apart and honestly,, you sit back down in shock

-“That…. Was some confession Y/N”

-“Shut up!”

-“Hey, it’s okay babe. I like you too. Sorry my confession isn’t as grand as yours but,,,, I like you and always have done”

-….

-Oh

-“So please, Y/N, be my girlfriend” his hand stretches across the table nervously

-You smile as u see his hand creep across the table and you reach for him, intertwining your fingers

-He smiles back even bigger and pulls you out of the shop

-You guys had a lot of time to make up for ajbfaiubsag

-So,,, Monday rocks around and you walk to school with Minho this time, rather than mooching in with headphones in

-You guys walk to your normal spot before school starts and Minho is telling you some story about Felix, Changbin and Hyunjin when u hear a scream and lots of wolf whistles

-Spoiler: it’s Jisung and the lads

-“YOU OWE ME MONEY I TOLD YOU THIS PLAN WOULD WORK THEY’RE HOLDING HANDS! I AM THE DOCTOR OF LOVE, HAN JISUNG”

-You laugh as you take a seat next to him as chan grumbles about his wallet being drained AGAIN by his kids’ appetites

-As the hollering quietened down Jisung taps ur shoulder

-“Sooo, you guys are official now? After years of pining ???”

-Rather than deigning Jisung with a worded response a wicked plan forms in ur head

-You tapped Minho’s shoulder to divert his attention from Seungmin

-As he faced you, you grabbed his tie and pulled him in for a kiss

-He was a little shocked at how brazen you were bc hello this is school and these are ur friends but honestly,,, he freaking LOVED it

-He smiled into the kiss and one hand rested on your waist as the other rested on your jaw pulling you deeper into the kiss

-“there ARE CHILDREN HERE OH MY GOD” u heard chan yell distantly

-You couldn’t help but break apart from Minho, laughing as you catch chan covering jeongin’s eyes in distress

-You turned back to Jisung

-“Does that answer your question?”

#stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagine #stray kids au #stray kids #stray kids minho #stray kids lee know #lee know scenarios #lee know imagines #stray kids minho scenarios #stray kids minho imagines #i love lee know a lot #he's so beautiful #im going to his lane atm im so sorry chan #forgive me chan

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hannah-deserved-better · 6 years

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Angel’s day out Ch.1

Angels day out

In the days after Sam succeeded in bringing Dean back from being a demon, Castiel and Hannah took a break from hunting rogues to look after the exhausted Winchesters. With replenished grace, Castiel was feeling stronger than he had in a long time. He regretted that it had cost Adina her life, but as he pulled his car up to the bunker, he spotted a lone figure standing in the field across and was reminded of why Adina had to die.

Hannah turned to face him as Castiel got out of the car carrying a bag of food he’d gone into town for. “Have you been out here long?” he asked as he joined her in the field. She looked at him, a gentle breeze blowing through her dark brown hair.

“I was thinking about grass,” she told him. She turned back towards the field and he followed her gaze to the prairie. A wire fence a few yards out cut across the prairie signifying the start of some farmer’s property. “How it continues to grow despite the humans attempt to coral it with fences and walls. Even in the worst disasters, grass is resilient.”

“It is,” Castiel agreed. He watched how she gazed at the sea of grass that stretched far beyond the horizon like a rippling yellow ocean. “And much of the planet is covered in it. It is most frequent in places like this, the Midwest.”

She seemed fascinated with the concept of grass and it only made him smile. She looked at him, cocking her head in confusion. “Have I done something amusing?”

“No,” he responded. “Your fascination with the natural world, I share it. I am partial towards bees.”

“Bees?” She raised a brow, eager to hear more.

“Yes,” he said. “You see the natural world is most like heaven. Every creature and every plant has its purpose here. There is order, there is law and even though humans have managed to disrupt that order, it remains constant. Bees and grass, they both fit in to this order.”

“I wish we had time to explore this concept,” Hannah said. “I want to see more grass.”

Castiel thought about that. He regretted that his wings were broken, and she’d hurt hers in the fall. They could have flown to every corner of the world to help her see.

“I remember your reluctance to experience chaos,” he pointed out. “I was like that too before I spent a lot of time down here. I know how hard it is to appreciate a place like Earth and these people, humans, when all you’ve ever known is the perfect order of heaven.”

“Chaos breeds angels like Metatron,” Hannah reminded him. “Without order, without obedience, what do we have, Castiel? This planet… it’s so strange down here. The humans, I don’t understand them. I wish I could just stay in the grass and not interact with them.”

Castiel sighed. She was still thinking like an angel. Her connection to heaven was still strong. Being down here overwhelmed her. He understood because even as long as he’d been down here, it still overwhelmed him. There was still so much he didn’t understand. He decided then that he needed to show her the truth about the world. He needed to understand why he desperately tried to walk the line between his fellow angels and humanity. Why he cared so much about these strange, flawed beings when he could just be a good obedient angel, like Hannah, and vow never to disobey again.

“I’ll show you,” he told her after a pause. She’d turned her attention back to the grass again and she whirled to look at him. “I want to show you what I see in humanity. And in this planet. There is plenty of bad, but there is plenty of good too. There is enough good to cause men like Sam and Dean to continually give their lives to preserve it. It’s their home, they feel close to it. And there is pleasure to be had down here.”

“Pleasure?” Hannah questioned. “What kind of pleasure? Is there not also pain?”

“There is pain,” Castiel confirmed. “And grief and sorrow and jealousy and greed. But there is also pleasure and love. There’s burgers and pie and rock music down here.”

“And those things are pleasurable?” She looked at him with skepticism. “Burgers and music?”

Castiel nodded. “Yes,” he said. “Humans create things like burgers and music as a way to express themselves. To make sense of what they see and hear and feel around them. To convey emotion.”

“Angels have no use for emotions, you said so yourself,” Hannah said. “You called them dangerous temptations.”

Castiel sighed again. He wished he hadn’t said that to her. He’d been trying to spare her feelings. Feelings that neither one of them really understood. “I was wrong,” he said at last. “Feelings, they are human things. But it’s not hard to get caught up in them. I’ve learned to understand some, but not everything.”

“What feelings have you experienced?” she stepped closer to him, gazing up at him. Her proximity certainly made him feel. What exactly he was feeling, he wasn’t sure of, but it was something he felt compelled to feel more of.

“I…” he felt a loss for words. “I’ve felt certain emotions. Loyalty and friendship. And I’ve felt despair, helplessness, grief, pain, and many others.”

“I want to feel those too,” she insisted. “How do I?”

“Go back your belongings,” he instructed. “I have to deliver this bag of grease and cholesterol to Sam and Dean and maybe they will have suggestions on where we could go. I have somethings I would want you to experience.”

“Like burgers and music?” she asked. He nodded.

“Yes we will have those,” he replied as they turned to walk back towards the entrance of the bunker. “And we will most likely have pie as well. And we will probably be required to imbibe a generous amount of beer.”

With that they both entered the bunker and descended the stairs into the main room where they found Sam and Dean sitting at the table, Sam buried in his lap top while Dean nursed a steaming cup of coffee.

“I will get my things,” Hannah announced as she headed down the hall, acknowledging the brothers as she passed them. Now they both eyed Castiel curiously as he presented them with the bag of food he’d brought them.

“Ahh sausage Mcmuffins, just what I needed Cas,” Dean dove quickly into the bag, quickly swatting Sam’s hand away as his younger brother attempted to claim some breakfast.”

“I need your advice,” Castiel explained as he sat down in between them and waited for Dean to take what he wanted before finally surrendering the rest of the bag’s contents to Sam. “I want to show Hannah pleasure.”

Sam promptly coughed, and shot Dean a startled, confused, almost frightened look while Dean craned his head up at Castiel and smirked, barely holding back a chuckle. “what exactly are you asking us Cas?” he prompted. “Cuz there are so many routes I could go with that one.”

“I don’t understand,” Castiel frowned at their reactions. “I want to show her things about this world that humans find pleasurable. Like burgers.”

Sam let out a breath of sheer relief, “thank god he’s not asking what I thought he was asking,” he mumbled thankfully as he bit into his sandwich.

“Oh so you want to take her on a date?” Dean questioned.

“Hannah is feeling overwhelmed, Dean,” Castiel explained, his tone of voice imploring Dean to take him seriously. “Overwhelmed with being on Earth, she doesn’t understand the chaos down here. She doesn’t like fences. I want to show her some things about Earth she will like. Since you two are far mor acquainted with this planet than I am I was hoping you could give me suggestions.”

“Okay whatever, Romeo,” Dean said. “But if you plan on taking her anywhere, you might want to change your look.”

“My look?” Castiel glanced down at his trenchcoat and blue tie. “But this is my attire. And she has her own attire.”

“Sam go help Hannah,” Dean demanded. Sam looked at him indignantly.

“What? Why me?”

“Because I need to teach Cas a few tricks,” Dean explained. “I think Charlie left some things here and go help her do her hair or something.”

“Dean! Dude, come on, I’m not some teenage girl’s makeup queen.” Dean only smirked at that and shrugged.

“Could have fooled me, Princess,” he teased. “Hurry up, don’t be primping in front of the mirror for hours with each other either.”

Sam groaned and got up, hurrying down the hall to do as Dean requested. Castiel sat down and faced Dean. “I don’t understand,” he said. “I only want to show her somethings.”

“Well first you have to take her some places you think she’ll like,” Dean explained. He got up and grabbed Cas by the arm, hauling him down towards his bed room and started rummaging through his belongings. Castiel watched in confusion.

“She likes grass,” Castiel explained. “She wants to see more grass.”

“Well we’re in the middle of Kansas, we have plenty of that,” he said. “But you know what, if you want to give her a grand tour, you should probably take her somewhere on the coast. It’s a bit of a drive but you’re an angel, just make sure you stop every once in a while to get gas in that junker of yours.”

Dean shoved a pair of nice slacks and a blazer at Castiel. He also shoved a suit at him. “That one’s for during the day while your traveling, and the other one’s for going out to eat.”

Castiel had never been so confused in his life. What had he gotten himself into? He hadn’t realized there was a whole ritual associated with this.

“I only want to show her the world,” Castiel explained, “Or at least a small portion of it as I can’t go very far without my wings.”

“Hey that’s not bad,” Dean said with a smirk. He sighed when he realized Castiel didn’t understand.

“You said you want to show her the world. Most women would find that pretty romantic. But given that Hannah is an angel too she’d probably be just as clueless.” He pulled Castiel over and sat him down on the edge of his bed, pulling up a chair to sit next to him.

“Okay look. You’re a man, she’s a woman, call it what you will, but you two are going on a date. It is what it is.”

“Okay very well,” Castiel relented with a sigh. He hadn’t thought of it as a date but if Dean said it was, then it must be and whatever it was, he wanted Hannah to enjoy it. And he said as much to Dean. “I want her to see what I see in Earth and Humans and chaos and free will,” he explained. “I want her to understand why I choose to stay here, I want her to experience what I’ve experienced since being associated with you and your brother. You two have shown me what it’s truly like down here. You’ve shown me things like friendship, family, and how to care for others. I only want to teach Hannah what you’ve taught me.”

Dean looked him in the eyes and smirked, “yeah I guess it had to happen to you too,” he murmured. “Yeah you think it’s going to be some kind of teaching thing but I guarantee you it will turn into more, that is if you do exactly as I say. Dress nice, open the door for her, give her your coat when she gets cold, and when it feels right, kiss her.”

“Kiss her?” Castiel thought about that. He had to admit that in the days he’d spent traveling and working with her, getting closer to her, he had thought about what it would be like. He’d kept his personal feelings at bay, had stayed focused on the mission, and had implored her to do the same, but now? They didn’t have a mission at the moment. The rogue angels were still out there and his grace was still diminishing. And Dean still had the mark. But for now, for right now, there was nothing to focus on, except for her. “How will I know when it’s right?”

Dean frowned as he thought on that. “You’ll just know,” he said. “Look Cas, I’ve only seen the woman once or twice, but I can see the way you two look at each other. So just… go with the flow. Show her some sights and sounds. Sam and I will fix you up with an itinerary, you two should just hit the road for a few days.”

“How will hitting asphalt help matters?”

“I’ll just pretend I didn’t hear that,” Dean groaned. “Come on, put that on and get ready.” With that, he headed out and left the angel alone with his thoughts.

#Supernatural #Castiel #Hanstiel

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mysupernarry · 7 years

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My favorite Narry fics

• Let me put you back together (the right way)

They meet in the least expected circumstances, but life knows how to works its magic. Or, Niall has dealt with cancer for the past two years of his life, and Harry is the angel (and a member of his favourite band) that comes to make it all better. http://archiveofourown.org/works/2448500

• Small steps until we reach the sun

Niall recovers from his knee surgery with Harry by his side. (Literally never leaving his side). http://archiveofourown.org/works/1135902

• Baby, I

Warm milk floods his mouth. The hand in Niall's hair tightens. "Oh my god," Niall says, his mouth full. He doesn't know whether to spit it out or to swallow it. http://archiveofourown.org/works/2200314

• Someone Loves You, And That Someone Is Me

Niall learns, when he’s five years old, that people, even the ones that mean the most to you, walk away. http://archiveofourown.org/works/712633

• Never on your own

Niall doesn't know what kind of phonecall he's expecting when his phone starts ringing loudly on his beside table at 2:46 in the morning. He's expecting everything but not this. Or, Niall is seven months pregnant and he gets a call from back home that puts in risk the whole pregnancy. http://archiveofourown.org/works/1070645

• If these drugs don't kill me, baby, you just might

“Harry.” Niall said again even though he meant to say ‘no, i’m sorry’ and Harry hung up the phone. - In which university student Niall does a lot of drugs, lands himself in the hospital and meets a certain seventeen year old boy named Harry Styles who has tried to kill himself on multiple occasions. http://archiveofourown.org/works/1947015

• These Four Walls and Me

On the outside, it would appear that Niall's perfectly content with his life the way it is: spending his days with his three pups as they take care of his flock of sheep. In reality, Niall's got far more going on than meets the eye, but he won't let anyone close enough to help. That is, until someone comes along who's not willing to take no for an answer. http://archiveofourown.org/works/2144571

• The Kind of Love I Need

Harry Styles befriends the blind boy in the grade below him, but he never expected to fall in love. http://archiveofourown.org/works/888079

• A House of Cards

Niall starts to forget them, little by little. http://archiveofourown.org/works/852101

• Tuesday afternoon i ain't got shit to do but fall in love with you

“Say something, please.” Harry says to Niall. There’s a dog barking in Niall’s hands and Harry’s heart feels like it might grow legs and run away from him and Harry just needs Niall to tell him what he’s feeling but Niall’s not even speaking words. Niall shuffles close to Harry, gets up on his tiptoes, and presses a hard kiss to Harry’s lips. Harry’s mind doesn’t catch up to what’s happening until Niall pulls away and Louis is making gagging noises.

In which ever since Harry was a kid these lost kids came in and out of his life and that's what happens when his mom's a social worker and he never cared before but he does now because it's Niall... and Niall's different.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/1080832

• You are seventeen and you know these things

You are seventeen and you know what a soliloquy and McCarthyism is. You know that Romeo and Juliet is probably one of your favorite things ever written and you know that you're a good swimmer. You know that your sister hasn't called home in months and you know that your mom and dad don't really sleep in the same room anymore. You’re seventeen and you know that you have three friends, one is Liam and the other is Louis and the other is Zayn. And you understand that they love you.

You also understand that a boy who looks at you in disgust after his buddies find you guys kissing in a closet isn't in love with you and if he is, he doesn't know how to go about it. http://archiveofourown.org/works/865082

• Hail mary full of grace

Harry's lost and confused until he meets Niall. http://archiveofourown.org/works/836357

• I'm staring at the asphalt wondering what's buried underneath

But he thinks he’s rotten, he thinks instead of planting flowers (like he wants, like Niall deserves) he would plant grenades. It would be unintentional. All of his mistakes usually are. But wanting Niall… loving him. It doesn’t feel like a mistake. It just feels tragic.

Where Harry has OCD and he falls in love with Niall who calms his mind until it is a simple whirring instead of a full on screaming.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/940479

• Spent my whole life driving in cars with boys

It was good and it was real and it made Niall choke back blood and tears and everything and nothing, made him feel empty and full like he was going to tip over and break only for nothing to spill out.

Niall goes through a list of boys before ending up with Harry.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/2775569

• You don't need me anymore

Rain riddles the sea like bullets and the dark storm clouds hang just above ceiling height, but Niall doesn’t have the panicky crushed feeling he sometimes gets. The little house feels cozy with his baby asleep in the next room and Harry’s lip jutting out in a pout.

Or, Niall becomes a dad.

• I'm not trying to stop you, love

Niall and Harry are the only ones left on campus over the Christmas holidays, and even though they've never really hung out before, they manage to spend most of the week holed up in Harry's room, together. http://archiveofourown.org/works/2772413

• Want to hold you high and steal away your pain

That’s not what the voices say, and Niall loves Louis but best friends are supposed to tell you things like that. Niall nods wordlessly whenever he hears it, but he knows; it’s his fault his parents didn’t love him, it’s his fault he’s never good enough. He thinks there’s some saying that goes, we accept the love we think we deserve. This is a love he knows he deserves.

Or: Niall and Harry are both a little broken, but somehow fall in love anyway.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/943588

• Intensified by Absence

Niall smiled, the action uncontrollable. “Hey, time traveller,” he said softly. Harry blanched, his eyes growing a little wide, but he cocked his head to the side with confusion. “Hello,” he said, holding out his hand across the back of his seat for Niall to shake. “I’m Harry. What’s your name?”

http://archiveofourown.org/works/2484173

• If it's torn we can stitch it up

Niall shifts his feet nervously. He still doesn’t know if this is the right decision but he stares back at the small name card in his hand. “Hi, it’s Niall. The one from juvie. You gave me your card, and asked me to call you if I ever needed your help.”

“Hi, Niall! What can I do for you? Are you in trouble again?”

Niall shakes his head like he always does when people are asking him questions. It’s what he does, giving them non-verbal answers. But then he realizes he’s talking through the phone, so he speaks out loud again. “I-,” Niall trails off, tightening his grip on the phone. He stares at the ground, hoping that the ground would swallow him. “My mum kicked me out of the house.”

The Orange County (O.C) AU

http://archiveofourown.org/collections/NiallFicExchange/works/4805099

• The Wedding Singer

It's not that Harry doesn't believe in love, exactly - he just thinks that romance and marriage and all that comes with it are overrated. Niall has sung at over a hundred weddings, and is determined to prove Harry wrong. After all - there's a reason for all those songs. http://archiveofourown.org/works/2282451

- I’ll post more later!!

#Fic rec #Narry fic rec #ao3 narry #narry #niall #harry #angst narry fic

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nika-the-hunter · 7 years

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House of Mist [Ch.1]

294km off the coast of the Last City +1124 Days

The ship shuddered as it passed through another thunderstorm, the third one since they took off from what was left of Manhattan. The ship barely maintained a pressurized cabin, and against all odds, the heaters still functioned, something Nicole was grateful for. She had to love the old Golden age technology, it lasted forever.

Her Ghost was piloting the ship, so she leaned back in the ruined seat and sighed. It had taken her just over seven months to find something to cross the Atlantic, and she didn’t even know how to fly it. Of course, that’s what the Ghost was for, at the moment.

Her Ghost hadn’t said much, Nichole assumed that he, like her, didn’t know much else.

Nicole gripped the pilot’s stick as the craft shook again. Another lightning strike to the wing. Tugging at the stick was useless, the controls were all shot and would need to be fixed when they got wherever they were headed.

“I’m going to bring us out of the clouds now.” the Ghost said.

“Alright, are we close?” She asked. The ship dropped down out of the clouds. Nicole could see land below them. Everything was green and overgrown. Whatever had been there was long gone by now.

“We are approaching the air identification zone for the City.” He said.

Almost on cue, the old radio crackled and a voice spoke from a hanging headset. “Attention; Ship pinging as Skylanes Sierra-One-Zero-Two-Romeo-Charlie, this is Vanguard Tower Control. You are entering restricted airspace. Identify or you will be shot down.”

Nicole looked over at her Ghost hovering over the controls. “Let them know you’re a new guardian coming in.” He said, the small tabs stuck onto his ball rotated and twitched.

She took a breath and pulled the headset onto her head. “Tower ATC… this is One-Zero-Two-Romeo-Charlie, I am… uh… a new Guardian, my Ghost brought me here.”

The other end was quiet for a moment. “...Roger that. Then have your Ghost send telemetry to confirm position.”

Her Ghost twitched. “Here it goes…”

“Telemetry data received. Outpost now has visual, one moment... Your ship is too large to set down in the Tower hanger. Ghost, proceed to Tower runway Seven-West. Runway is being cleared for your approach. Welcome to the Last City, Guardian.”

“You may want to hold on to something. This craft is centuries old.” Her Ghost said.

Nicole looked around the cockpit, the seat belts had rotted away long ago and the seat itself wasn't in a much better state. Once again, she took hold of the flight stick. “You can just revive me again, hmm?” she said with a worried smile.

The small machine turned to look at her with the most serious expression a ball could have. “Only if we don't explode on impact.”

The craft banked and slowed, its engines winding down for its final approach. It came down on the runway hard. The landing gear suspension snapped, and the stiff tires tore apart from friction. Yet the landing gear’s brace held and the shuttle slid down the runway on its rims. The wing flaps lowered to their full extension and brought the craft to a gradual, but rough stop.

“Well… we didn't explode. Good work, Ghost.” Nicole said.

“Thank you.” The ball simply vanished into her armor.

Nicole turned and pushed open the pressure door between the cockpit and the passenger compartment. She pushed her way through rusted chairs and the glowing blue chunks that cluttered the floor. The cargo hold was apparently full of the stuff, her Ghost said it was important for making things, but he didn’t have the capabilities to actually use it to the cubes’ full extent.

The outer door creaked as she opened it to the outside world. Nicole looked on in awe, at the massive sphere that sat in place at the center of the vast city that spanned the horizon.

“So that's the Traveler?” she asked her Ghost.

It's voice came from the speakers in her helmet. “Yes, that is it… That is what made me, and helped bring you back.”

“Damn… It's bigger than I thought.” Nicole tore her gaze from the Traveler and the city and looked down the runway. A cluster of vehicles were approaching with flashing lights. It occurred to her once more that she did just land in a craft that was centuries old and could burst into flames at any given moment.

She dropped down from the door and quickly walked away from the still smoking rims. The emergency vehicles came to a stop, and the crews doused the hot parts of the ship with foam.

A woman hopped off the back of one of the trucks. She wore a set of bulky armor and a silver sash hung from her waist. “Are you the new Guardian, Hunter?”

“My name is Nicole, not Hunter. And yes, I suppose I am,” she replied.

The woman chuckled. “I didn't mean your name, you're a Hunter, it's your class,” she said.

“Oh, my mistake.” Nicole held out her hand to shake. “Pleasure to meet you …?” She paused to let the woman introduce herself.

The woman reached out and took Nicole’s hand with a firm grip. “Matilda, I'm part of City Defense. They sent me over in case you were actually non-human.”

“Just you?” Nicole asked.

Matilda laughed again. “I am a Titan, ma'am. I'm all they need.”

“I take it you're very skilled?” Nicole asked.

“You are really new, aren't you.” The Titan said. “Your Ghost not fill you in?”

Nicole’s eyes glanced up at the small icon on her visor. “No, he doesn't talk much.”

“Maybe now that you've finally reached the Tower, I can change that.” The Ghost piped up privately.

Nicole rolled her eyes. “He's been helpful with everything else, just not information.”

“Very well then. I am a Titan, we are the Warriors of the Light. The so-called blunt force of the Traveler’s will. Then there are the Warlocks, they spend a lot of time in their books, but they're a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield.” She stopped and looked Nicole over. “And Hunters… Well. They spend a lot of time in the wild, fans of knives and ranged weapons… Speaking of which… How long were you out there?”

Nicole nodded her head up to her Ghost’s icon so he could give an exact time. The white machine appeared over her shoulder. “It's been one thousand one hundred and twenty-four days.”

“Damn, long time. Just proves point one.” Matilda looked down at the pair of throwing knives on Nicole’s belt. “There's two… What's your preferred weapon?”

The definite Hunter pulled the strange brown weapon off her back to show the Titan. “This, and my Sidearm.”

“That's a Fallen wire rifle… Definitely ranged.” Matilda chuckled. “Yep, you are most certainly a Hunter.” She looked over Nicole’s armor, something she had neglected to really look at before. “Wait, your gear is Fallen too? If I didn't know any better, you could be a Vandal.”

Nicole laughed and turned, showing off the red caps she had from a Dreg and welded to her side. “Had to blend in somehow.”

“Yeah, leave your helmet off while here, or get a new set of armor. I don't want you shot by someone who thinks you really are Fallen.” The Titan said.

“Hmm, I see your point.” Nicole reached up and removed her helmet, clipping the back end to a loop on her belt. When Nicole looked back up, Matilda was looking closely at her face. “What is it?”

“You’re eyes glow like an Awoken, but you’re a regular Human…” She shrugged. “I don’t know what’s up though, maybe the Warlock Vanguard would know something. Either way, you need to go up the tower to meet with the Hunter rep and then the Shipwright, probably.”

“How do I get up to the Tower from here?” Nicole looked around, “Could they tow my ship somewhere out of the way? I would like to get some personal effects out after I get settled here.”

“Yes, if you follow that yellow marked fence into the old terminal, the lifts inside will take you up to the Tower Commons.” Matilda pointed over to a building at the base of the Tower Nicole had landed near.

Nicole nodded. “Thank you. Perhaps I’ll see you again.” She waved to the Titan and walked off towards the lift.

“Don’t count on it, there are a lot of us!” Matilda shouted out before Nicole left earshot.

The old doors slid open, rust being ground off its gears. She walked into what looked like an abandoned airport terminal. The rows of chairs covered in blankets and dust. In certain areas, plants had grown through cracks in the flooring.

An advertisement for some sort of rife was haphazardly slapped up on a pillar. The paper was a bit worn, but still highly legible. Suros Weapons Foundry was printed above the white plated weapon in bold black lettering, though the R was red. The gun itself was sleek, with a red creatures painted to the side.

A voice spoke up from the darkness. “Ah, lookin' at the DIS-47. Good gun, but I am more of a Regime guy myself.”

She turned around to see a group of Guardians seated around a table playing cards. Their table was illuminated by a couple camping lanterns placed in the small space. They were fellow Hunters, from the look of their gear. The card table was hidden behind a stack of cargo crates, which explained why she did not see it coming in. One of them nodded to her, he must have been the one who spoke.

Nicole shook her head. “Honestly, haven't heard of either of them. This is my first time back to any sort of civilization.”

The Hunter humphed. “Ah, spending time in the wild, that's something I haven't done in a while. Though you don't look like a baby guardian.” He looked over at the others at the table, who all nodded their heads in agreement. “How long?”

“Two years, I think.” She said with a shrug.

“Hmm...” He looked over her armor. “You some sort of Fallen lover?”

She looked back down at herself, and made up a lie about it. It probably would not be a good idea for them to know the real way she got it. “I scavenged it. Years in the ruins and I had to blend in somehow, but I do respect them as an enemy.” Nicole waved her head back towards the elevator. “I really should go up the Tower though.”

“Whatever you say, bug hugger.” The Hunter chuckled and waved her off. “See you around.”

She sighed, shook her head, and headed to the lift. Nicole pressed the button that was labeled as the Tower Commons and was sent up the base massive tower. The door dinged and slid open once she reached the top. The Commons itself was sort of unimpressive, but the view was breathtaking. The Great Machine, or the Traveler as her fellow Humans called it, floated out above the city way in the distance.

Her Ghost piped up from her helmet. “You should probably listen to what Matilda said. Go meet the Vanguard.”

She looked down at the helmet clipped to her side. “Fine, I’ll do that. But I will go see the shipwright first.” Nicole looked up at the directory to see where the Shipwright was located and followed the directions into the hangar. She had to pass through some sort of weird security like checkpoint, but it was unmanned and there were guns just sitting on the wall. It was unusual, but she just chocked it off as something they do around here.

The hangar was a large open space, the small vendor and offices were on catwalks above the main hangar floor. It reminded her a bit of some of the military sites she had visited on her journey to the Tower. Though this was still in good repair and functioning. She walked up to the stall with the big Shipwright sign.

A woman was sitting up on a crate in the back. “Hey, Guardian. Haven't seen you around here before, I'm Amanda Holliday, the best Shipwright around.” Her voice had a slight southern accent, it appeared that some of the people from the southern part of the North American Empire was still around.

“Uh, hello. I just arrived and-”

The Shipwright cut her off. “Is that your wreck on the runway?”

Nicole nodded. “Well...yes... yes it is.”

She hopped off the crate and walked over to a screen showing a runway camera view. “Ah, an old Pterosaur Vi-Two-twenty-one. She's a beaut' when all cleaned up.”

“That's actually why I came over here,” Nicole said. “Can you fix it?”

“Can I fix it?” Holliday questioned. “Hunter, of course I can. As long as you've got the Glimmer.”

Nicole had heard of it before, the Fallen had mentioned it a few times. She had never really cared about money, “Glimmer?”

“Glimmer, cubes of matter. Glowin' blue?” The Shipwright said. “The re-programmable matter we make just about everything out of nowadays.”

“Oh! So that's what that stuff is... Check the ship’s cargo hold, I hope that will be enough.” The belly of the ship was filled with several crates of tightly packed cubes that glowed a brilliant blue. Her Ghost had made a comment about how it was valuable, but not how it was.

“Well, alright then Guardian,” Holliday said, hopping off the container. “I'll head down and get to work then.”

“Um, sounds good. Is there some way for you to contact me, or me contact you?” Nicole asked.

“I've got a com unit, and you have a Ghost.” Holliday said. “Just gimme your CID and we'll be good.”

Nicole did not know what a CID was, but she summoned her Ghost in her hand anyway. He spun and looked around. “I’ve transmitted the communicator identification number to your device.”

“Alrighty then, I’ll send you a message with an update on your ship when I know something.” The Shipwright opened up a gate and walked through. “I’ll go get to work.” Nicole walked across a balcony on one of the lower levels of the tower. It had been two weeks since she had arrived there, and she was anxious to actually visit the Last City. However, the Vanguard had restricted her access to just the Tower. Maybe they didn’t like her ‘Fallen’ look. Holliday had informed her that the ship would take about a month of repairs to get it back to working order, but she was not in a hurry. Nicole stopped as someone fell from the balcony above and smashed into the ground in front of her. Their Ghost appeared and revived the Exo, who immediately went over to the next railing and hopped over the side. “Uh... what....” She ran over and saw that he was still there, holding onto the lip on the other side. The Exo looked up at her from his view. “Oh, hello!” “Are... you alright?” Nicole asked. “Yeah... fine. Why?” He replied. “Well, you’re just hanging off the ledge.” She glanced down over the edge. “Yeah, its cool though.” He said. “I mean, we can’t die.” “Well I suppose that is cool...” Nicole nodded slightly, she had experienced that moment more than a few times on her journey. The high that went with it was a strange sensation. “Are you new?” “I might be, why?” The Exo pulled himself up and back onto the balcony. “Because you were just hanging off the side of the Tower,” she waved her hands over towards the edge. “Well... what about that makes you think I'm ‘new’?” He asked, a playful tone present in his synthetic voice. “Don’t know, just seems that it does.” Nicole said. “Okay, well... I am. I’ve been here for a week.” “Ah, I got here two weeks ago” Nicole nodded. “Oh so you just were revived too?” The Exo asked.

“No, it just took me a while to make it to the Tower.” “Oh cool. It took me a while to get here too, I was revived in a hospital in Meridian Bay on Mars... I'm pretty sure.” He held out his hand and his Ghost appeared. “Jinx?” “What is it, Guardian?” It asked, his Ghost had a feminine voice, contrary to hers.

“How did you find me?” He asked the ball. “You were in a pile of dirt in a hospital... Floor seven, room forty-two. Meridian Bay, Mars.” Jinx spouted off some coordinates that meant nothing to Nicole. The Exo stopped looking at the Ghost and then to Nicole. “You have nice eyes.” His Ghost stopped talking and turned to face the Exo as well. “Oh... um thank you.” Nicole felt herself blush a bit. “Would you like to continue this conversation over a drink or something?” he asked. “Mmm... sure.” Nicole nodded. “Is there a good place to go?” “There isn't much in the Tower Commons, but a few levels down there is a place with decent food,” he said. The Exo led the way down a stairwell and into a small tavern built along an open span in the Tower’s supports. They took a seat and a Frame brought over a couple drinks automatically. “My names Brutus, by the way.”

“Ah, I'm Nicole. Good to meet you.” She introduced herself as well. They tapped their glasses and took a drink. It was interesting having contact with someone, after a year of walking through the wastes. Everyone she met on the tower, short of Holliday and Matilda, seemed to avoid her. Maybe it was not anything really, perhaps Guardians just normally passed one another without saying a word.

“So what is your story? What took you so long to get here?” Brutus asked.

“Ah, well, it's a long one...” Nicole trailed off and took a sip.

“We've got time”

“Then here it goes....”

#Fanfiction #fanfic #Chapter1 #House Of Mist #HoN #eliksni #Fallen #Hunter #guardian #story #Destiny

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fic: pink wallpaper

pair: betty ღ jughead notes: 1x06. musings in a shed, a second-story window, and the aftermath of a kiss.

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The fact of the matter was, Jughead Jones had thought about kissing Betty Cooper many, many times before.

The first time the thought had manifested itself, Jughead had been only a lonely, hungry boy and Betty had offered him her slice of apple pie under the table, away from the prying eyes of the lunch monitor. But the thought, these days, was more frequent; when her lips looked more pink and sweet than strawberry milkshakes at their booth at Pop’s, late evenings in their private headquarters, surrounded by pink wallpaper and insecurities in his over-sized blazer and old suspenders (It was the best I could do, he’d murmured instead), watching her shed tears for her dear sister and remembering times when he had wanted so badly to do the same for his own.

But something in the air had changed. Since Polly. Since being forcibly distanced from one another by her family. Something (something, something) had changed so that suddenly it had become unbearable to live another moment without having kissed Betty Cooper.

That protective streak that had surged within him, surprising even himself, as he watched guards in white grab for the Cooper sisters, had persisted as she’d been dragged behind a closed door by her furious mother, yet to be seen again. Jughead had watched her ponytail disappear behind the barrier, though not before they’d made eye-contact—and Betty had given him a mix of looks, her sad eyes apologizing for her family mess but the firm set to her mouth promising she would get answers tonight. He’d prowled the area outside her home for hours, staring at her window, but eventually her light had switched off and he knew he would not see her again that night. So he’d slunk away to his latest dingy hideout to retire, sleep evading him.

Close to two in the morning, his phone had buzzed.

“Hey,” Betty had breathed on the other end, and relief had washed over him—but it had been accompanied by a coil in his stomach and a hammering in his ear where he could hear Betty’s voice so, so close to his person. It was strange. They’d talked before, they’d stood close before. Nothing new.

Maybe it had been the tremor in her voice, the frequent pauses she took to breathe in and collect herself as she retold him her adventures of that afternoon with her family. That was new.

“Betty, don’t cry,” he’d murmured into the receiver, staring up at the ceiling.

“I’m not,” she’d whispered back, but she most certainly had been, or been close to. And then fear of her mother overhearing had pushed them to hang up, but Jughead had lain awake for hours wondering if Betty was overthinking her problems to a frenzy as she often did, or if her pillow was wet.

Ultimately, the late night conversation had led to him breaking into the Andrews’ shed and attempting to inconspicuously haul a ladder to Betty’s second story window.

He turned quickly, and his foot collided with a barrel of what felt like just hard cement. “Fuck,” he hissed under his breath.

Tossing rocks at her window probably would have been tremendously less difficult, but he didn’t want to attract the attention of her parents. And he didn’t want to add accidentally shattering her daughter’s bedroom window to the list of grievances he was sure Alice Cooper had already compiled against him.

Another misstep, and his elbow knocked over a paint can that clattered to the ground but, thankfully, did not crack open. “Shit, ugh.”

Everyone knew grand gestures were romantic. No one ever realized that executing the gesture was apparently less than glamorous.

He was lucky the Andrews had already left home for Archie to prepare early for the variety show, though he was certain Fred would not have minded a prowler in his shed if he knew the invader was Jughead. The two boys used to eat ice-cream on summer days, legs dangling over barrels, and watch him work on construction projects in this very shed. Sometimes Betty and her father would come with an old car that needed fixing, and the three would tinker with the vehicle while the boys teased Betty by dangling her share of the ice-cream above her head (until they learned she wasn’t allowed to have ice-cream in her home at all, because of her awful mother, and then they felt bad enough that they started shuffling over to make room for her and share instead).

He wondered when (how) things had gotten so bad—when sweet Polly had become impregnated with the child of a dead boy, when Betty had started crying herself to sleep, when their broken families had begun to define their lives in every which way.

No. No. They were not their families. About this, Jughead was adamant.

As he quietly rested the Andrews’ ladder against the Coopers’ small, picturesque home, he thought of Betty. Betty, who was too good for what her life had become. Betty, who loved her sister and had gone entirely too long without her familial touch. Betty, who deserved better, perhaps, than the jaded family she had been given.

Betty, who deserved better than him.

His foot pressing against the first rung of the ladder, he hesitated.

Betty, who deserved more than a boy who couldn’t keep his own family together, who didn’t know where his next meal or his next roof would come from, who couldn’t protect her from guards in white or her own mother or the dreadful fantasy this town had become.

He glanced up, and could see the polished white of her window sill. His foot teetered. But then it planted firmly once more, and he began earnestly to climb.

So maybe he was not a golden boy, like she deserved. But he was not his family, they were not their families. And near her, he already felt like he was so much more.

He peeped into her window, the flowery, pink decor of her room and her wallpapers flooding his sight, and he was at ease—even before Betty gave him entry with a brilliant smile, face brightening to see that she’d been saved from her solitude by his grand, romantic gesture. Maybe he wasn’t a Romeo, but maybe being Jughead would be enough.

“Hey there, Juliet.”

God, he thought. How he wanted to kiss her.

And kiss her he did. With hesitation at first, but then with a firmness that surprised even him when he felt her lips respond, the kiss dragging into something even longer and more dream-like than he’d anticipated.

As they broke apart, his eyes still closed through his muddled mind, he breathed out what felt like a lifetime’s worth of insecurities. And it was all he could do not to take her into his arms and just hold her there.

The fact of the matter was, kissing Betty Cooper was better than milkshakes at Pop’s or breaking through a writer’s block or having a bed to sleep in. If only it hadn’t taken him decades to find out for himself.

Jughead touched the grass first, then turned to watch worryingly as Betty descended the ladder inclined against her window. Night had started to fall in the time it had taken her to tip-toe to the hall closet and procure two flashlights from the Coopers’ emergency preparedness kit, and Hal and Alice, who were decidedly not planning to join the rest of the town at the variety show, could be seen through their living room window watching the news. Jughead forcibly peeled his eyes away from them to watch over his partner-in-crime.

When Betty reached the halfway mark, she bit her lip and glanced down—and there was Jughead, waiting with his arms open.

“What?” Her laughter was soft and breathy, so as not to be overheard.

He smiled, teasingly. “Hey, you ruined our perfectly special moment back there. At least let a guy redeem himself with another gallant, heroic move. It’ll be like out of a Nicholas Sparks novel. You always liked those.”

She shook her head, seeming unsure. “I don’t want us to fall.”

“Ouch. Have some faith in a guy, would ya?”

She hesitated again, taking in a deep breath and holding it. But then she let go, springing away from the step and into his waiting arms. She collided hard with his chest, and he definitely lost his breath for a second from the impact. But then his hand was on her back, and the other was hooked under her knees, and then he was holding her like she was indeed a princess. She cracked open an eye, and found that she was a hair’s width away from his face.

His lopsided smile was just as cheeky as it was charming. “Hey there, Juliet,” he teased.

Betty spluttered, batting his face away and jumping out of his arms. “Let’s go, Juggie,” she hissed, pulling the ends of her jacket together. “We’ll have a hard time finding that car in the rain.”

But the sternness in her voice wasn’t quite enough to mask the hint of a shy smile, and her blonde ponytail did nothing to hide the red rim of her ears.

Jughead followed with a pleased smile.

The road on the other side of Sweetwater River was bumpy.

Each time the car lurched, Betty closed her eyes and groaned softly. “Mr. Andrews is going to kill us.”

It was the same phrase she had been repeating since Jughead had used a crowbar in the Andrews’ shed to pry open the door to Fred’s car; Fred had left it behind after opting to use his company’s much larger pick-up truck to bring himself, Archie, Valerie, and their instruments to the show.

“Mr. Andrews won’t mind if it’s the two of us,” he’d assured her. “Probably.”

“We take his kindness for granted,” Betty had said, reluctantly taking the passenger seat.

“Well, if you’d rather take your mom’s car—”

“Of course not!”

“Well, then, you’re just gonna have to trust me. We’ll just take it down to the river, check out Polly’s story, and bring it back before the show is over. No one will know we took it.” He’d paused then, giving Betty a long, hard look. “You do trust me, don’t you, Betts?”

“Of course I do, Juggie.” The response was immediate, and Jughead felt something flutter in his stomach when she stroked his cheek once to accentuate her feelings. “Always.”

It hadn’t taken much convincing after that for her to hot-wire the car for their use, before they’d been off again on another adventure. It had begun to rain, and Jughead had never really driven a car before, but thankfully the whole town had emptied the streets to gather for the variety show, and soon they’d found themselves leaving the edge of the town’s boundary.

The car jumped over another pothole, and Betty inhaled sharply, squeezing her eyes shut.

Jughead did it on instinct when his hand sought one of hers, taking it into his own so that his thumb could trace over her knuckles. He flickered his gaze from the road to her face for an instant, and was pleased to see that she had relaxed.

It was quiet for a long stretch of road.

And then, Betty murmured, “Juggie? About our moment back there—”

“Don’t worry about it,” he cut her off, already knowing what she was going to say. His grin was lopsided and amused. “To be continued, right?”

They had reached the other side of the river, as far as the car could take them. Betty lit up her flashlight and held it to her face, so that it illuminated her smile.

“Yes,” she agreed. “We’ll definitely continue.”

#fic #rvd #bughead #HEY THERE JULIET!!!!#THEY!! KISSED!! !#TO BE CONTINUED!!!#his wispy voice and the way it cracked when he said 'also' HE KNEW WHAT HE WENT THERE TO DO

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§ Nice Art: Francesco Francavilla gave us the Thing vs Thing team-up we’ve all dreamed of on Twitter.

§ Nice art supplemental! Takashi Miike has made a movie based on the manga JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure and it looks insane!

This is the guy who was somehow able to make us laugh at a scene depicting a hitman slicing off his own tongue in Ichi the Killer, after all. The JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure manga by Hirohiko Araki debuted in 1987 and chronicles the adventures of the Joestar family across several generations as they use their unusual powers to tackle a variety of supernatural threats. With around 100 million copies in print, it’s the bestelling horror manga of all time and also one of the bestselling manga series overall. Judging from the trailer, Miike’s adaptation will feature highly stylized visuals and colors, so we should be in for an incredible cinematic experience when Toho and Warner Bros. co-distribute the film in Japan on 4 August 2017. It stars Jun Kunimura, Nana Komatsu, Mackenyu, and Takayuki Yamada.

Bestselling horror manga? Whoa. Here’s the teaser trailer:

And the character posters! So manga!

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§ Alison Bechdel has drawn a few new Dykes to Watch Out For comic strips, and it might be about a certain orange toned president.

§ Tom Spurgeon interviewed Ron Wimberly about Prince of Cats and the rest:

It’s such a shit show, the human brain. We think the way we remember things, that’s how it truly happened. Photoshop has been great because we’re now even more aware how fake everything is. [laughter] It’s just perception. Now that it doesn’t require someone that’s great at gouging, or working on something with a knife, now that a teenager can put Hillary Clinton’s face on Snoop Dogg’s body, we know everything’s fake. Karen Green asked me something. She had read the book. When I’m thinking of names, I always give myself a game or a problem to solve to come up with answers. So the tape at the beginning, at first they were listening to the Stooges or something. Then I was like, “No that contextually doesn’t make any sense.” What would they be listening to? How is this tape a microcosm of the entire world? What if Milton, a contemporary of Shakespeare: he had written this poem about Shakespeare when he died. So Rammellzee and Milton, I mashed them together, and that’s what in the tape in the tape deck. But I totally forget about that! I had come up with a name pulled from one of the prior authors of a Romeo & Juliet. Karen, being the genius she is, is like, “Oh, that’s such a great thing you put in there. I can’t believe you did that.” And I was like, “Oh, yeah. Thanks.” [laughter] I totally forgot I had done that!

§ Someone PLEASE MUZZLE FINN JONES. The Iron Fist star just keeps digging a deeper and deeper grave with every interview where he attempts to explain why Iron Fist reviews are so awful and people don’t like the whitewashing. First it was “it’s for the fans” then he blamed Trump. Here’s his take in Vulture below. A couple of things: Jones is British and they have a slightly different approach to racial issues than we do in the US. No excuse, but probably why he keeps blabbing. Second, he’s an actor. A young actor. And not everyone can be Cole Sprouse. So please, someone…teach him how to listen and acknowledge. It is better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak and remove all doubt.

There’s so much outrage in the internet these days, right? Why don’t people just — look, the issue is that people are judging before they’ve even seen the show. And that’s problematic. C’mon. Don’t get angry and start a mob when you don’t even — you haven’t even seen the show! You don’t even know what we’re doing with it. It’s unjust. It’s unfair. Whatever issues they have may be true of the comic books; it was written in the ’70s. It was a very different time to where we’re at now. Very, very different. I get it. There needs to be more diversity in film and television, in all fucking aspects of life. There needs to be more diversity, period. Unfortunately, this show was picked, for whatever reason. I don’t fully understand, really, but what I say is, Watch the show. Watch the show, then make your opinions.

§ Paste magazine has the picks for comics on sale tomorrow and it’s a good week!

§ Vanity Fair chatted with 96-year-old Al Jaffee who is still cartooning and still amazing.

§ Image is holding a Homecoming Dance at Rose City Comic Con again. Details below:

Back by popular demand, Image Comics is pleased to host a very special formal Fall Homecoming dance for the comics community during the Rose City Comic Con festivities. The dance will be held on Saturday, September 9th from 8:30 p.m. – 12:30 a.m. at The Evergreen. This event will be 21+ only. IDs will be checked at the door.

Tickets to the Image Comics Fall Homecoming Dance are on sale now.

Image Comics’ Fall Homecoming will be in the style and spirit of a traditional high school dance and all comics fans and industry members are encouraged to come mix, mingle, and dance the night away.

Image Comics Fall Homecoming ticket tiers: $20: Entry ticket $45: Add-on pack, including an Image t-shirt, variant cover comic, commemorative pint glass, and enamel pin $79: VIP pack—ticket to the party, add-on pack items, and access to special VIP area at the venue (limited quantity, only 100 VIP tickets available)

§ Britt Hayes reviewed Atomic Blonde, the new comic book movie and liked it:

In one of the most striking cinematic introductions in recent memory, we meet Theron’s Lorraine Broughton, covered in bruises and soaking in an ice bath. She sits on the edge of the tub and plunks ice cubes from her bath into a glass, filling it with Stoli and gulping it down without the slightest wince. If you’ve been waiting for a female 007, she’s here — and she might be even cooler than Bond with all his ridiculous gadgets.

§ But Valerie Complex of Nerd of Color saw a preview for Ghost in the Shell and it was Worse Than We Thought:

On February 28, I saw a 15-minute sneak peek of the Hollywood adaptation of Ghost in the Shell. From the announcement of the project, this has always been a bad idea. But the announcement of the cast and story has made things much worse. Most noticeably, Hollywood adaptations of Japanese anime have yet to be successful. Either their stories veer too far from the source material, the director isn’t a good fit or the casting makes no sense. You would think Hollywood would learn, yet here we are, on the precipice of another anime-adapted flop.

§ Good news for Valiant! The Russo Brothers (Civil War) have signed on to make a Quantum and Woody TV show .

The team behind “Captain America: The Winter Soldier” and “Captain America: Civil War” will develop “Quantum and Woody,” about the world’s worst super-duo, with Valiant Entertainment. Anthony and Joe Russo will be executive producers alongside Mike Larocca and Valiant’s Dinesh Shamdasani.

§ Another graphic novel is coming to the screen! Days of the Bagnold Summer was a hilarious and sad graphic novel about a 15 year old heavy metal music fan forced to spend the summer with him mum. Created by Joff Winterhart, it was shortlisted for the prestigious COsta Award in the UK, and now it’s going to be a movie, directed by Simon Bird, a well known Brit comic known for The Inbetweeners. Some good comic fodder there.

§ Vox runs down why people are so upset about Marvel, Magneto, and Nazis, explained:

For people who aren’t comic book readers or casual fans, the vocal fight over the origins of fictional characters can seem confusing, or even trivial, considering real life white supremacists have become fixtures in the current national political conversation, and bad fiction happens all the time. But the fight goes beyond the comic book history of Captain America and Magneto and deeper into the significance of art’s connection to morality. It’s an embodiment of how powerful fandom can be, and the ever-challenging question of who owns art: the artists creating it or the fans purchasing it.

I know Marvel got locked into this storyline long ago, thinking that the old good guy turns bad switcheroo was a comics book staple, but those days are over now.

§ Also over maybe, line wide events? This article at CBR suggests so.

We’ve come to expect that every year the seeds for an event will be planted to culminate in a crossover that summer. Now, it seems like the only thing that makes these stories different from one another are the principle cast members. It doesn’t help that Marvel touts each crossover as a universe-altering incident that will have repercussions for years to come. How can this be true if the following year’s incident will change the status quo that had been established just a year prior?

§ Finally, this photo from the set of Logan got punked on the internet and now Snopes had to explain that, no it isn’t a photo of a man who got mugged on his way to buy comics for his daughter. Fake news. It’s everywhere.

Kibbles ‘n’ Bits 3/15/17: Please muzzle Finn Jones § Nice Art: Francesco Francavilla gave us the Thing vs Thing team-up we've all dreamed of…

#Al Jaffee #Alison Bechdel #atomic blonde #days of the bagnold summer #Finn Jones #Francesco Francavilla #Ghost in the Shell #jojos bizarre adventure #Logan #Quantum and Woody #ronald wimberly #takashi miike

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Lately, I've been sleeping too late. Mainly, Even with the the smallest of sparks, you bring light in the dark. Of happiness and closure - I'm starved. Keeping my composure has been so hard. I'll stay with you. In all ways possible. I say to you, "Is always possible?". I used to say we had the rest of our lives - Will you promise you'll be here when I die? Your warmth a feeling I can't recall. Absence doesn't make the heart grow at all. --------- Marigold, my little flower, I didn't plant seeds to grow trees. The sunshine I found in the darkness, Was blossoming you and not me. And after all this time, I know it's hard to believe... But that warms my heart, at the very least. If there's love in my heart, then there's light in the dark. One more moment in the sun Melanin / Melatonin I've never been who I wanted to be, to anyone else but me. The Burden Of Today I Need Colour I can't feel love in my hands, but I need some warmth in my heart. 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Years later, minutes feel like hours - As you wilt away, my wallflower. -------- "I'm tired of the string of days that unwind without a knot or a twist". You owe it to yourself to not owe the world a thing. Benal Aver/Eva Can I break your heart with my bare hands? I dare to dream His hands run through your hair Holding me is hurting you "Like a dandelion up through the pavement - I persist". I'm too weak to walk away. It makes My Life Misery But baby, I kinda wanna be alone. We set ourselves on fire, because we know that we can burn. We hate the fact that oxygen cloaks our skin - And we still can't feel a thing. I can see you in the corner of my eye, I can feel you on the end of my hand. But I can't keep you in my heart of hearts. There's so much happiness and love that waits for me. And whether that's a lie or not, I guess we'll wait and see. I used to convex and now I concave "When I die I'll go to heaven, I've spent my time in hell" "Whether his deeper sleep lie shaded by the shaking Of great wings, and the thoughts that hung the stars, High-pillowed on calm pillows of God’s making," On the day that I die, I'll meet death with delight. I am survived in the parables I write. I am Intrinsic to you. "An apology note". All I wanna see is your dead body, over my dead body. A blackened soul with a heart of gold. Of happiness and closure - I'm starved Try your best to find yourself Funeral perfume Death And Ruin ------- "An Apology Note". Hold me close - My only love. I've never been good enough, For anything or anyone. Watch me as I come undone. You held me together. I'll hold you forever in my heart. "Everything you said to me. Every single silent whisper. Is haunting me so vividly. You left me too soon." I have spoiled over time. Seen. Apology ------- The earth feels hard on my feet. The earth feels heavy on my shoulders. The wind hurts my eyes. My eyes hurt to close. At 4AM the roads still look the same. The earth still hums the same. People sleep the world away. The trees stand still. Innate. I can't live another night. Another sacrificial fight. My hands hurt in the cold. The middle of the road. Where'd the traffic go? ------- Because you know I have a heart, and I know you have one too. "If there is a god, he's not pushing me to see how much love there is in me - He has always known it, just wanted to show me. He would've created me to break me, and would've wanted to show me that he always knew". "The dearest of passing, is nothing but division". "When you yield creation, you can only forecast destruction - Even the book of Christ will tell you so. It is our duty to accept this. At first we can only watch. But inevitably, we must endure". "Misery is everything but stagnant. Every day you manage to escape leads you straight in to a whole new world of the same monotonous rituals you'd just left behind. The question is, am I in a spiral or a circle? And if I'm so lucky as to be spiralling, am I ascending or descending? Will I ever see the end? Or am I cursed to experience this infinite loop forever?" "The exquisite pain divides your attention span to one of two things - The pain itself, and thinking about the pain. Whether you struggle or sit; "The drill still drills on". "Under the spreading chestnut tree, I sold you and you sold me". ------- I swear I've seen your face before, In the shadow of a bedroom door. As daylight breaks we are a different affair. No one but the moonlight knew the time we shared. I never meant, To fall in love with the time we spent. I'm well aware of the company you keep. I'm only here to love you while the sun is fast asleep. ------ Every sleepless night, that I survived You Own My Bones Mistakes are aches, all the same Ruin Even eternal sunshine can blind Why kill time? Keep it alive before you die You, like the moon, only show yourself in the dead of night. I'm done, with the sun, burning me alive. I don't want to die, knowing that I never truly felt alive. I want To Belong. We spiral that stone Die alone, In Your Lovers Arms The sun has gone, the wind is colder again When I die, and I am someone else, and you are someone else, I can love you in the end I don't have the heart to love you any more The fire in your eyes burnt me alive I can be obsessed with you If, in another life, you're mine; I can't wait to die I'm mortal Have you ever felt my hands go limp in yours? Someday, I'll see you again. I hope you're not dead, quite yet PAIN AND PROGRESSION The pain, and the way, I walk away, from the pain Love / Fear - But I'm afraid of falling in love I've hated love for so long, it's made me hate the ones I love Once you find love, holy water falls from the clouds Take your own life, somewhere far away I just want to wake up, breathe love. Die slow - Who knows? Of all the things that I have done, I haven't loved enough. I have no reason to write. I have no reason to cry. Maybe I'm feeling alright? Maybe I finally died. You were the bible to me The sun will set, The sun will rise, in time. You blew away like Notus... Fell asleep like a lotus. Our love, divided - Hiatus. But I could never grow to hate us. Romeo made Juliet, not quite that different from a suffragette. And though Delilah didn't kill Samson, she felt forever in his debt. Our love may not be biblical - Your suffering was stoical. And though you're now alive and well, our sun will never set. You couldn't love her as a lover, and you won't love her as a wife. There's certain truths about lying when you lie about your life. Married/Buried I watch the clock hands go by - Time after time. I think of leaving this place. If I could leave the past behind, Then I would just fade away. Cease to exist. It would cleanse all my pain. It's a shame that I ever lived. Looks like you were special, after all All my love, always... In all ways. All ways lead to you. To Break Your Teeth On Love Joy is nothing but yawning oblivion. Maybe one day, I can love you, forever. You're just a sunflower, that believes it is the sun. I'm living on borrowed time. And I'm having the time of my life. "But I'm living life because I changed my mind. I want to be alive." ------ I touch your hand through pains of glass Life has never felt so good I love the way that we cannot love The open world seems so closed without you I would rather a life in death Than a life without you Every ounce of love, on earth is not enough In my heart, I hold your hand ------- All of my life I had you there to, cherish me and keep me safe and sound. All of your life you had my love to yourself, to guard until the final sunrise. But death came and took, You from me. The scent of your hands on my heart, you still keep me company. 20 years on now, you are long gone. The children always wear your name. I am still sick with grief, The burden of time gives me relief because everyday that closes Only You, knew the truth. It's been a lifetime my love, but it's still Only You. -------- I wish I had someone to spread my hate unto, Other than myself. There's nothing to blame for the way that I am, Except me and my mental health. ------- We either try lighting fires or learn to live in the cold. The hills of heaven. "Saying goodbye before I belonged" The bittersweet exchange of affection for trust, comes only in the form of uncontrollable lust and I can't wait to meet you there. God, send me a godsend The grass is always greener when you live in black & white Bite my nails down to my knuckles I look forward to looking forwards again I still live out of spitefulness to death and courtesy to myself If it means my friends are safe, let there be a heaven I will pray until my hands are red, in hope that all my friends aren't dead. I'll pray that there's a heaven at all but until then, Heaven Knows. As long as I can kiss you all goodbye, before I fucking die ------- When you look at me, do you look back or down? Is it greeted with a smile, or ushered with a frown? There's nothing more to do, there's nothing more to say. "Love will come to you". I'm waiting, every day. It has a certain ring - "Love's a funny thing." It either glimmers in your eye, Or saves your life. Two for joy, One for sorrow. She said I loved you yesterday, But I can't love you tomorrow. "Too little, too late"'s all I'll ever be, I'm just a crooked branch on a willow tree. But when you sleep forever, I hope you dream of me. When the jealous hands of time, wither your insides. In years to come I hope you yearn for me so, Like the homesick caribou must return to the snow. But much like the ocean, you gave and took away. And I worried that I'd drown someday. It's almost, medicinal, The way that, you push and pull If only I could feel your hand in mine, it would make me feel again. ------ In a world where none of us have faced our darkest hour, our destiny's become the biggest nightmares. Endure and persist. Hell is cold & heaven's closed. Sleep well, my love, for the things I've done, I simply can't forget. Sleep tight, my dear, for I fear, I can't flip this on its head. I know I've made mistakes - but I don't deserve the repercussions I have to face. It's hard to say out loud, but I deserve to be happy now. I said that I was doing fine, but what's the point in joy if it can never be mine? You want to want it. You need to need it. Sweet dreams, sleep tight - Let the bed bugs eat me in the dead of night. It's been a, Long road but we're nearly home, I'm coming back to you. Now I've brushed shoulders with death, I fear it with every breath. Of joy and closure - I'm starved. Winners can be losers, if beggars can be choosers. The harder I pray, the more it seems to rain. The world is getting steeper again. It hurts my heart. My head; Bereft of sense. Good company is the greatest medicine. I don't want to stop existing, because people would miss me. I just want to have never existed in the first place. History gets made, every single day. Nothing at all. One simple fact that I came across, all we have in common is mourning, grief and loss. I heard through the grape vine that you fell from a great height. If heaven is a place in your arms, kill me now. I loved, I suffered, Now I hate. Just like the oceans ebbs and flows, your love comes and goes. I dream we can both ache in unison. ------- There's a warmth on my skin that I surely have missed. There's a breath in my ear that I can't wait to hear. The bittersweet exchange of affection for trust, comes only in the form of uncontrollable lust and I can't wait to meet you there. -----

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