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girlfailure-smut-hour · 8 months

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Satan's Favorite Coffee Shop

Nsfw content MDNI

Characters: Satan X GN!Reader, Earth!AU

CW: Nipple play, Oral (Giving and receiving,) Penetration (Receiving.) Very romantic. Like, there's not even so much as a kiss for the first third of the story. Reader's gender is not mentioned, ambiguous gentials.

A/N: This is kind of a recurring fantasy of mine. Just meeting some cute, soft boy at a coffee shop who sweeps me off my feet. We all long for the excitement of new love sometimes. Besides I'm weak for a soft boy who loves books and cats. I wanted to write a sort of burgeoning romance. Sorry it's kind of long! I hope you still enjoy it! MC meets Satan at a coffee shop and they quickly fall in love. ~3600 words.

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It was your first time at this coffee shop. It was a beautiful day and one of the first cool days of the year. The brightly shining sun filtered through the vibrant trees outside. A great day to settle down with a book and a cup of coffee.

It’s not long after you find your seat and get a drink before the clingling bells of the door draw your attention to the person walking through it. He’s sharply dressed in a sweater vest with a book tucked beneath his arm. His soft blonde hair gets tousled in the change of pressure between the street and indoors. He has a cute face that looks gentle, yet troubled.

“Satan!” One of the workers greets him as he walks up to the counter. Satan? You think. Is that really his name? You watch him place his order and to your surprise sit across from you. Though he doesn’t say anything, he gives you a pleasant smile. Your heart is already fluttering. You can faintly smell his cologne over the coffee; a pleasant, almost floral scent.

Taking a sip of his coffee, he opens his book: Some 19th century romance novel. It only makes you wonder more about him.

You don’t know what to say, but you know you have to say something. You have to talk to this boy. “So do you come here a lot?” You ask. You only realize what you just said after it comes out of your mouth. Like some kind of stereotypical pickup line. You blush and hope he doesn’t think anything of it.

He looks up, meeting your eyes with his gentle gaze. “It’s my favorite place,” He says with a smile. But there’s something else there. Something hidden deep within. It’s impossible to decipher, but this boy is a sea of emotions.

"Do you always read those kinds of books?" You ask.

"Old books or romantic ones?" He asks. "Both. I read lots of other kinds of books as well."

"What other kinds of books do you like, then?"

"All of them," he laughs.

You sit there across from him and just stare into his radiant green eyes. You wonder if he can tell how lovestruck you are. You're aware of the awkward silence, but by the time you've realized, you've already begun to ask, "did… that person call you Satan?"

He sighs, rolling his eyes and your heart sinks a little. It was a stupid question, one he probably gets a lot. You wonder if you may have shot your chances with him altogether. "It's my name," he says.

"I like it!" You reply.

This brightens him a little. "Well thank you," he says, smiling. "People can be weird about it."

The two of you chat for a while. You talk about hobbies, work, cats, everything. He hardly gets a chance to read with how much you're talking. You hope it's a good sign that he doesn't seem upset at all that he's barely been able to do what he came here to do.

Before you even realize it, the sun has begun to set, and a dazzling marigold hue has settled over the coffee shop. Satan looks out through the window and a sudden jolt runs through him.

"Oh my goodness I didn't notice the time," he says. "I really need to get home."

"Oh," you say subconsciously sticking your lip out in a pout.

"Will you be here again?" He asks.

"If you will," you reply.

"It's a date," he says with a smile. You feel a fluttering in your heart at his utterance of the word 'date.' Suddenly acknowledging the connection you made here today puts a rock in your stomach, but also fills it with butterflies. "Same time tomorrow?" He asks.

"Yeah!" You answer. "I'll see you then!"

He throws a scarf around his neck and starts to walk out. He looks back at you and smiles warmly. You wave to him as the door closes behind with a click and tinny jingle.

You sit there, kicking your feet excitedly as you think fondly of the wonderful day you had talking with Satan, accidentally spending most of the waking day together, even though you were strangers just hours ago.

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You're right back in your spot the next day and you've ordered your coffee as well as Satan's before he even gets there. You're a little early, but the excitement was too much for you. It was impossible to just sit around waiting to see him. Of course there was no guarantee he would even really be there, a thought that put a pit in your stomach. You didn't get his number so if he didn't come you might not ever even see him again.

Obsessively watching the outside, you see him through the windows before you even hear the door. It takes all of your Willpower not to stand and throw your arms around him. You can't help but notice that he hasn't brought a book today.

Of course he's looking as cute or perhaps even more so today. He seems to have taken extra care of his hair and is wearing a very nice sweater vest that compliments his stunning eyes well.

You wave at him and he smiles back at you. He sits down and you push his cup of coffee toward him. "I got you a drink," you say. "It's what you got yesterday."

He smiles as he goes to take the handle and his fingers brush yours as he does. He blushes and so do you, yanking your hand away in surprise and embarrassment. Under the table you shift your legs a little in excitement at his touch.

"Thank you," he says. "For the drink."

"Of course," you say.

There's a lull in the conversation. Suddenly, with stakes to the day, it was much more nerve-wracking than the day before where you were just talking to a (very handsome) stranger. This was a date and that was scarier.

"I brought pictures of my cat," he says, pulling out his phone. You beam as he begins to swipe through his gallery showing you all of the many pictures he'd taken.

With that, the pressure dissipated and suddenly the two of you were talking with ease again. You can hardly shut up around him. Words flow out of you like a faucet. It's so easy talking to him in spite of the fact that he's so eloquent and gorgeous.

He makes sure to cut things before it gets too late this time saying, "I really don't want to leave, but I do need to get home."

"I understand," you reply. "When do you want to meet again?"

"If it's okay with you," he begins, "I'd like to have you over to my house."

Your heart skips a beat. It's kind of serious to be invited over. Is it really okay? In spite of your nerves you blurt out "yes!"

"Okay," he smiles. "Then tomorrow for dinner? Maybe 6:00?"

"It's a date," you say, giggling.

You both stand up from the table and walk out onto the street. There's a sweet smell from the nearby trees and flowers that blends well with Satan's cologne. It's enough to set your heart aflutter, and as you look at him, he's blushing.

"I think I want to kiss you," he says.

You start a bit, crimson blush spreading across your face in an instant. As you regain your composure you look down and kick nervously at the ground, saying, "I'd like that."

He puts a soft finger under your chin and tilts your face up to his. You catch a whiff of old paper from his hands. The wind rushes for a second before falling perfectly still as you lose yourself in those emerald eyes of his. Your heart skips a beat as he leans in and locks his lips to yours. He tastes sweet and a little bitter, like coffee. His lips are surprisingly soft, and they feel amazing against yours. He's passionate, but not too aggressive, acting reserved with his tongue. You melt into him as the world seems to fall away. The sound of wind, people, and vehicles fade to nothing, and all that's left is you and him.

When he pulls away, you're dazed and hardly able to move, let alone think. He smiles, and for the first time you don't see a hint of anything other than happiness in his eyes.

"Tomorrow, right?" He says.

"Y-yeah," you stammer, trying to pull yourself out of the lovestruck daze you're in.

"I'll see you then," He says before placing a quick peck on your cheek and walking away, though the two of you can't help but keep casting gazes back at each other as you walk in opposite directions.

The mere idea of sleep that night is laughable. With memories of that kiss still fluttering about in your head and nervous excitement for the day ahead, all you can do is lay in bed and hope for the best.

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You can hardly contain your excitement as you knock on his door. From inside you can faintly hear some classical music being played. Something sentimental with long, bowed strings.

As he opens the door, the scents of his house wash over you. Delicious cooking, his cologne, and the smell of old paper, like a used bookstore. “Satan!” You exclaim in excitement as you throw your arms around him.

“I’m glad you made it,” He says, holding you close. You rest your head on his chest, nuzzling slightly into his vest.

He steps aside and the two of you walk into the house. It’s warm and inviting with cat trees and book shelves covering nearly every wall.

He takes the time to introduce you to his cats before returning to the kitchen to cook saying, “Dinner’s almost ready.”

You follow him and watch from the doorway as he puts the finishing touches on a delicious looking stew. He catches you staring at him and giggles, smiling back at you. You blush a bit.

“You can sit down if you’d like,” He says, gesturing to the dining room. “I’ll just be another minute.”

You take a seat at the table and notice that the music has stopped. He appears in the other room, opens the record player, and flips the disc. As the music resumes, he is already walking into the dining room with bowls of stew.

“I hope you like it,” He says.

You take a bite and it’s one of the most delicious things you’ve ever tasted. “Oh my god this is delicious,” You say. “How are you so good at everything?”

He laughs. “I’m glad you like it.”

You don’t talk much over dinner, but you still have a hard time keeping your eyes off of him.

When you finish, he stands and takes the bowls to the kitchen, saying, “Why don’t you sit on the couch?”

You get up and as he walks into the room, he hands you a cup of coffee as if to say We won’t be sleeping much tonight anyway. You blush and shake your head, trying to dissipate those dirty thoughts, but it’s not much use. You squirm a little, rubbing your legs together, and hope he doesn’t notice.

“Thank you,” You say, taking the warm mug. He sets his own cup on the table and quickly changes the record over to another gentle, romantic suite.

As he sits next to you on the couch you can’t stop blushing and the butterflies in your stomach won’t stop fluttering. He’s talking, but you’re having a hard time focusing on anything but his lips.

Suddenly, he leans forward to kiss you, running the back of his hand softly against your cheek. As your lips connect he starts to push you a little, kissing a little harder and more passionately than he has before. He lowers you until your back is flat on the couch. His hands trace a path from your arms to your wrists to your hands, linking fingers with you. He pulls away and caresses your cheek again, pushing a lock of hair out of your face.

“I still haven’t shown you my room,” He softly says.

You swallow in excitement. It’s hard to keep up with him. You’re left panting already from the events of the night as he puts your hands on his arms and lifts you by the elbows. Taking your hand, he guides you to a room in the back of the house.

Your heart is pounding as he opens the door. It’s a nice room, dimly lit by a single lamp with a beautiful, large bed sitting against the back wall. A soft and plush comforter is draped over the bed, pulled tight and folded over at the top, giving it a very put-together look.

You turn to him, and he’s already leaning in to kiss you, clasping your cheeks with both hands. He runs his hands from your face, down your chest and to the hem of your shirt. You feel him grab and start to pull up. As the shirt comes over your head, you blush, catching him looking you up and down with some mixture of raw lust and gentle adoration. You grab his sweater vest and pull it over his head before he brings you back into a kiss. You slowly undo each of his shirt buttons, making your way down to his pants. As the last button pops, you push his shirt over his shoulders and it slides off of his arms, onto the floor. You start on his pants button next, and you can’t help but notice how tight his pants have gotten.

You’re getting frantic now, excitement welling up in you as you fumble his pants button. When it pops open you quickly rip the zipper down before grabbing his pants and boxers and tearing them off in one frenzied movement. You feel tingling excitement between your legs as you grip his hard cock and start to stroke it. He moans into your mouth as he removes your pants.

“Satan, I need you,” You say as you pull away and drop down onto your knees. Now at eye-level with his cock, any reservations you had left have melted away. You lean forward and lick the tip, prompting a bead of precum to leak out. Your lips pull his head into your mouth, and you feel him twitch in excitement.

He moans your name and says, “That feels so good.”

You look up at him with pleading eyes as you press on, feeling his length fill your mouth. You enjoy the warm, full feeling of his cock, but especially enjoy his moans. His voice is soft, and his moans escape his mouth with a sort of whimpering shudder that conveys a desperate need for you and only you.

You run your mouth all over his erection, swirling your tongue around the tip and sticking it out when you suck him down to the base. You rub his legs as you go down on him, feeling the capable muscles twitch with each thrust of your head. Running your hands around the back of his legs, up to his ass, then to his strong back. You pull him into you, feeling his cock press against the back of your throat and he moans out in surprise.

He puts his hands on your arms, signaling you to stand, so you slowly pull off of his cock, your mouth making a popping sound as the suction is broken. He helps you to your feet and guides you to the bed.

You crawl up on the soft bedding and lay on your back with your head on the pillow. He crawls over you, panting in excitement. He looks at you like he wants to eat you. A ferocious, feral kind of desire lingers in his eyes as he leans in to kiss you, running his hands over every inch of your body. His hands seek you out in clingy, desperate motions as your tongue flicks against his.

He moves away from your lips and begins to nibble on your ear. His breath hitches as you reach down and stroke his cock a little. He moans in your ear and says “I’ve wanted you since I first saw you in that coffee shop.”

You giggle and squeeze him gently, “I wanted you more.”

He moans and kisses down your neck, making his way to your chest and gradually to your nipples. He encloses your nipple in his warm mouth and flicks his tongue against it vigorously, pinching the other gently between his finger and thumb. You moan, the tingling in your chest spreading downward to other regions.

He moves down to your tummy, kissing every inch of you. He treats your body as sacred, worshiping you. The way he touches you, looks at you… It’s like you’re the most blindingly radiant thing he’s ever seen. At times he holds you like a priceless, rare book that could fall apart at the slightest touch, and at others he just wants to squeeze and grope you.

It’s not long before he moves down to your legs and you’re already squirming, rubbing your legs together, and arching your back. He kisses up and down your legs. The tops at first, then drifting to the soft and sensitive inner thighs. Each wet, passionate kiss leaves a trail to your most sensitive spot, before stopping and moving to the other side. As he gets closer he bites softly on your fleshy inner thigh causing you to yelp in surprise and excitement. You feel a throbbing in your genitals just in time for him to bury his head between your legs.

Your back arches and you let out one long whiny moan as he finally makes contact with his tongue. He licks up and down, appreciating every part of you while you writhe at each flick of his tongue. He’s as good as he is passionate. You can’t help but reach down and play with his hair. His soft locks feel as soft as air between your fingers. You feel him shudder between your legs as you continue to run your hands through his hair and squeeze his cheeks between your thighs.

You remove one hand from his hair to clutch the sheets. He takes your curled fingers and undoes them to link fingers with you. You can hardly take it anymore, moaning and twitching in rapidly increasing pitch and frequency. He keeps going at the same pace, knowing that you’re close and after a matter of seconds you let out one long, shuddering moan as waves of pleasure wash over you. You tremble underneath him, squeezing his hand and gripping his hair tightly in a clenched fist.

As the orgasm passes over you, you release his hair and before you even realize, he’s already crawled over you, coming face to face. His arms sit on either side of your head as he stares into you with those beautiful, mossy eyes of his. He leans in for a quick kiss. At the same time, he feels down at your entrance and positions his cock there. “Are you ready?” He asks through haggard breath.

You nod and he presses slowly into you. Biting your lip, you hold back an especially loud moan as his cock slides into you. You feel yourself clench around the base of his cock as he presses all the way in. His length fills you completely, pressing against your walls.

When he starts to thrust it’s almost too much. He starts slowly at first, feeling him slide in and out, you can already feel an orgasm building back up. It’s when he starts to thrust harder that you can’t hold it in anymore. Loud moans that could be misinterpreted as screams by an outside observer erupt from your mouth as he rails you.

“Satan,” You moan. “You feel so good.” It comes out in bursts and moans as each thrust sends a vibration through your body.

He smiles as he grunts with each thrust. Beads of sweat are building up on his forehead with how intensely he’s fucking you. You’re getting closer with each thrust and as a bead of sweat falls from his nose, landing on your lips, you know you can’t take much more. The salty, sweet taste of him puts you right up to the edge and you moan “I’m going to cum again.”

“Me too,” He says. Wrapping his arms around your shoulders, he kisses you, thrusting into you a few more times, hard. You let a squeaky, orgasmic moan out into his mouth as you start to cum. Feeling his cock pulse pushes you over the edge, as a swell of hot cum flows from his throbbing length. The kiss only enhances the orgasm and you ride it for longer than expected as he pushes his load into you.

You hold the kiss for a while, the two of you locked in bliss. You feel his cock start to soften before he even starts to pull out. When he’s out you can feel his cum spill out from your twitching insides. He pushes it back inside with his fingers before laying down next to you on his back.

“Oh my god that was amazing,” You say.

“Yeah,” He pants. He kisses you again before you lay your head on his still sweat-damp chest. You moan softly, simply enjoying the feeling of his skin against yours. You can feel your eyelids getting heavy as you lay there. He runs his fingers through your hair, and before you know it, you’re asleep.

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daesungindistress · 7 years

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1.Hi, I came across this post (daesungindistress(.)tumblr(.)com/post/161838867627/i-used-to-love-todae-too-but-then-realized-theyre) but unfortunately I deleted my tumblr some time ago and can't reply on it so here is something that came to mind while reading through it. This might get a little long. Bare with me :) .. I actually started liking BB not long ago through Dae and his amazing voice and started looking at some videos and concerts and such and one thing that struck me was SH and Dae

Besides the fact that he is literally the other half of Dae in every Dae related show out there. Their relationship is something that sticks out from the group although it is the one they Seung Hyung and mostly Dae goes out to put little focus on. If they did the whole GD+Ri and GD+Top that Ri and GD does then they will blow them all out in terms of “fanservice”. Something they barely do.

I enjoyed reading through both your thoughts and like I said, I haven’t been listening or paying attention to them for long, a couple of months at most. I do agree with both your posts. From what I’ve seen of Seung Hyun, he is more impulsive as far as his emotions goes and he says and does things that some times makes you go what the hell is you doing baby. I remember seeing one interview where I think it was PSY who diverted from the whole mess he was digging himself into.

He is not someone who hides things or goes out of his way to really hide it. You give him the opportunity to talk about something that he doesn’t mind talking about without any backlash and he will tell it all. And then you have Dae who is more “calculating” on how much he lets out. Something I’ve noticed is that during interviews he mostly says the same thing where he either takes something out and add something new or shift it a little. And he makes it so funny that most are like awww and

and then goes so funny like you said the smiling angel until the times comes where things like Seung Hyun talking about calling him whenever he is feeling down and then people goes oh, that was serious. I’ve been watching k-dramas and such for almost a decade so I know the K-Entertainment is brutal and sometimes how you conduct yourself can come back and bite you in the ass. I do have artists that I like but in general I stay far far away from the K-Pop/music world.

In Daes case by being “closed”up, there isn’t much people can use against him in any case that isn’t made up situations. Also as an introverted person he charges his energy by being with himself and I get that, after having too much conferences within a week I tend to not want to see anyone during the weekend to recharge. I think they balance each other out, his “need” to always be there for Seung Hyun forces him out of his comfort zone.

They are so silly whenever they are on screen together I question how they are considered adults lol. And that’s like one part of their relationship the part that they can show without showing too much. If their situation was a drowning person and one saving I believe both would have drowned by now. Seeing how even more serious Seung Hyun situation seems to be, there is only so much holding above water you can do before you drown yourself or let go.

Normally when people are in a low place, they go to their therapist and try to work through things or do things you normally do that helps you. And so for him to call Dae in such a situation means he knows he is someone who can help him tip the balance back into his life. I think what Dae does, is to be constantly be there for him in order to make sure he doesn’t get to that low point but that can’t be always the case since they also have a life out there.

There is this translation of I think it was the final concert they did and Dae mentioned always wanting to be there for him and give him strength but not doing enough because he easily gets embarrassed. I found that quote interesting. I think they are so low key with their friendship in the public eye that even meeting in private is something the rest of the world with never know, until they decide it is time to do so. But I get why some times people will be like oh maybe they aren’t that

close because they don’t get “caught” or didn’t post about it. Regarding SeungRi’s mess, from what I’ve read, he has been dropping enough hints about those two relationship. It was interesting how Dae got pissed at him for even dropping the fact that Seung Hyun called him. Like really Dae, it’s not that deep. Which also shows, if it was up to him there will be less shown to the rest of the world about how deep their relationship is.

The fact that they haven’t beaten SeungRi with his mouth yet is funny. Dropping the fact that Seung Hyun loves Dae the most o teasing them as lovers from their recent FM. I’m actually expecting his ass to be whooped at this point lol. Did this whole mess even make sense? I didn’t type it out before and just went with what’s on my mind. Hopefully it made some sense.

So when I said this reply would take “a day or two” evidently what I really meant was over a week. So sorry! 😰

I think it’s really cool that you’ve been able to see all these things despite not being into BB for all that long (since you said you started liking them “not long ago”). The short version of this is: yes, I agree! “Literally the other half of Dae” …I love that! Aaaaand now I’m putting the rest behind a cut because… length. Yep.

About fanservice and how they’d blow the others out of the water if only they did it… I don’t think Daesung is all that into couple-y fanservice. Or shippy fanservice, I should probably say. Sad but (probably) true. In fact, he seems to make attempts to discourage it at times, and I try not to think too hard about why that is. This is in stark contrast to Seungri, who keeps up with the trends and knows what the fans want and enjoys giving it to them (us)… even if that means, yes, fanservice. And not always of the spontaneous variety; sometimes it’s pre-planned and carefully thought out.

What comes to mind first is a pretty renowned onstage GRi moment during the MADE tour that was later revealed in the MADE movie to have been a product of Seungri’s planning. He suggested it to GD well ahead of the concert and it seemed GD balked a bit at the idea. But they did it anyway, because they knew the fans would love it. I think that disappointed a lot of fans, when the truth came out, and I completely understand why. We like our shippy moments between the members to be ~real~ and ~natural~ and ~organic~ and ~heartfelt~

…or something. You know?

WHICH is why I get the sense that what we see between TOP and Daesung is rarely just fanservice, if it’s fanservice at all. I don’t think Daesung is into it, and as for TOP… I really feel like TOP just does what he wants, when he wants, cameras be damned. What we end up seeing from them… I dunno. It feels sincere. Probably part of why I’m so drawn to it, to them. Even if it sometimes leaves me feeling like a creeper, lol. 😅

Another thing: I could be wrong, but I don’t think Daesung is much for PDA (public displays of affection). Taking it further, I’m not sure he’s very handsy at all, with his friends or otherwise. You always see the other members touching and caressing and hanging all over him (except for Seungri?), but Daesung rarely reaches out and reciprocates. The only times I can recall seeing him touch the other guys of his own volition (i.e., when he’s not being instructed to for photos or whatever) is when he’s collapsing against them in laughter. You know, dropping his hands on their arms or shoulders. Safe places. No hands on knees or thighs like YB, no arm slung low around the back like TOP, no soft hugs from behind or chin hooked over a shoulder like GD.

The other times Daesung initiates touching are when he and Seungri are sharing the stage, such as in their recent dual rendition of Joyful. He gets a little rough sometimes with Ri, grabbing and pulling him in or pushing him away. But the way I see it, he’s deep into performance mode then and can be expected to play it up a bit for the crowd. (But wait, didn’t I just say he doesn’t do that kind of fanservice? God, y'all, I hate when I end up contradicting myself. I’m just gonna call it the Maknae Effect.)

Sometimes I wonder if his reticence to touch has anything to do with GD, YB, and TOP being his hyungs. Possibly he doesn’t feel it’s appropriate to touch them as freely as they do him. But then… nah. Dismiss that thought. I might be projecting a bit, not being a physically affectionate person myself– the thought to make contact never really occurs to me, and when it does? I’d rather not– but yeah, I just think Daesung tends to be more of a hands to himself kinda guy. (Of course, if we were talking about a love interest he’d surely be warmer toward them, but what I’m discussing here is in a more general sense.)

OKAY. Yikes, sorry, went off on a tangent there. Finally moving on from that. I like that you pointed out how Daesung has this tendency to repeat himself in interviews, often telling the same story over and over again but adding or taking away tidbits, just enough variation to keep it interesting and fresh. And yes, often putting a funny spin on it. Humor is not only great entertainment, it’s a good diversionary tactic. Give people that quick laugh they’re looking for and they’re satisfied, ready to move on. I mean, hey, more power to him, but this is largely why I say that Daesung’s air of openness feels a bit shallow to me at times. I’m always left feeling like we’re just scratching at the surface and getting, well… nowhere.

…Which is perfectly understandable, of course! He’s not exactly going to bare all to the public. I keep having to remind myself that because, perhaps like TOP, once I get to talking I tend to tell all (perhaps a better word is “overshare”). Now there’s one good reason to never become famous. hah!

Alright alright. As for everything else you’ve said, really, agreed 100%! I don’t know that I have anything left to add at this point– or that anything I could add would make it any better tbh. I think your observations about ToDae are on point. Thank you for taking the time to type up and send so many messages to get this to me. And now I’m finally freeing it from my inbox so others can see too.😃

*Oh! I do also like that you brought up Seungri casually throwing out a “because TOP loves Daesung the most” in that one fanmeeting. And his teasing when Daesung was asked about his relationship with TOP in another fanmeeting: “Lovers?”😂 Can’t remember if I ever shared those moments here at this blog, but I have seen them (and loooved them, of course).

#ask #anon #todae #top #daesung #sorry I just realized that even though the ask was about todae...#...I ended up going on and on about daesung #lol #oops #my bias is showing

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pengychan · 2 years

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[Encanto] Mirror Image

Summary: The morning after receiving his Gift, Camilo gets a little carried away in front of his grandfather's portrait. Characters: Camilo Madrigal, Alma Madrigal Rating: G

A/N: This idea hit me the second I finished watching Encanto and wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it, so here we are.

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Camilo meant no harm. He never does.

He gets carried away sometimes, that is true - and sometimes it upsets his mamá, so he tries to hold back in her presence before a cloud can form - but he never means harm. He just doesn’t think a lot.

And that day, the morning after being bestowed his very own Gift, he wasn’t thinking at all. He bounced down the steps, changing appearance at each bounce, growing accustomed to the stretch in his bones and muscle and sinew - a strange sensation that tingled rather than hurting.

He was his papá. Bounce. He was his mamá. Bounce. He was Dolores - now he was prima Isabela - now he was prima Luisa.

Bounce, bounce, bounce.

He was prima Mirabel, and tía Julieta, and tío Augustín--

“Hola, Abuelo Pedro!”

With one last bounce, Camilo came to stand before the portrait on the landing and grinned up at it. Unmoving as always, unlike Casita, but he was still very much part of the family and they made sure to greet him every morning. It always felt as though those kind eyes were saying hello right back.

Camilo willed himself to change again. In the blink of an eye he stood taller, grinning at his grandfather from his own face. He struck a pose before the portrait as though looking at a mirror, stroking the goatee on his face with a much bigger hand than his own.

“My, aren’t we looking handsome toda--”

Crash.

The sound of something crashing on wooden boards caused Camilo to startle and look up, the grin dying on his face. On top of the stairs was Abuela Alma, hands still in mid-air, the cup she had been holding shattered on the steps - but it wasn’t the mess that struck him the most.

It was the expression on her face, the slack jaw and wide eyes, the downturned eyebrows and the way her lower lip seemed to tremble.

No, it cannot be, Camilo thought. Abuela doesn’t cry. Abuela cannot cry. Mamá cries sometimes, but not Abuela. Not ever. Not because of me.

“I-- I’m sorry, I--” he called out, holding out a hand, and it was a mistake; he only realized as much when a voice that was not his own rang out, one she had not heard in forty years.

“Pedro…”

Abuela’s voice came out as little more than a choking noise, and for a horrible moment it looked like she was about to collapse. Casita moved quickly, though - a flurry of shifting floorboards and a chair was suddenly behind her. Abuela fell back on it, a hand covering her mouth, and Camilo changed into his real shape so quickly it made his head spin a little.

I can’t make her cry!

He ran up the stairs to her, guilt and panic gripping his stomach and throat. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” he cried out, grasping her shawl and looking up at her. “I’m sorry-- I was just-- please don’t cry!”

“Camilo? Is that you?”

“What is it? Did something happen?”

A few doors were opening, but Camilo barely heard them. He watched as his Abuela looked down at him, comprehension dawning in, and finally drew in a long breath, shutting her eyes. She lowered the hand at her mouth, and let it rest on Camilo’s head. When she exhaled and opened her eyes, she looked normal again. Or almost normal. Just… a little distant.

“Mi corazón,” she said quietly, her voice almost back to normal. “Promise me you’ll never do that again.”

Camilo, who’d made that promise before she even asked, immediately shook his head. “Never ever ever,” he promised, and finally his Abuela smiled a little, stroking back his hair.

“... Very well. Clean up the spill, please,” she said, and that was that. When others asked she would tell them she had simply dropped the cup when Camilo startled her, and no more questions were asked.

By the time Camilo returned with a dustpan and rags, everyone was back to their daily chores; Abuela did not bring up the incident again that day, nor any day after that. One could say it was all forgotten about, except that of course it was not. Camilo would never forget the promise he’d made his Abuela, nor the one he made himself.

He was never going to make anybody sad ever again.

***

"My primo Camilo won’t stop until he makes you smile today!" -- Mirabel Madrigal

#encanto #camilo madrigal #alma madrigal #abuela madrigal #disney encanto #encanto spoilers #spoilers: encanto

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burunetto-mx · 2 years

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Hola! Veo que eres ENFJ, yo soy INFP! está bien si te pido que escribas unos head canons para Genos teniendo un crush en un ENFP de género neutro? Él es ISTJ y me gusta ver dinámicas de contrarios que se atraen. Sé hablar inglés, así que está bien si lo escribes en ese idioma para que más gente lo entienda.

Gracias, hazme saber si tienes alguna duda o si quieres platicar en algún momento. Te ves agradable.

ϟ Genos + Headcanons + ONE PUNCH MAN

I am very happy that you have placed an order, I hope I have done well. Thanks for saying that last one, you make my heart race with excitement! ♡

➝Character: Genos ➝ Waring: fluff, gender neutral, love, mild violence,spelling mistakes. ➝ Idiom: Spanish and English ➝ Words: 513 ✦ IMPORTANT: I don't speak English, only half; I use a translator, if some words are misspelled, I'm sorry.

English:

⌗ They met when you saved him from a kaijin, but you weren't a hero, but a civilian passing by, Genos was badly injured and the kaijin almost crushed him. It was thanks to you that, yelling at the top of his voice "Blast!", he apparently had a grudge or a lot of fear, with that hero because in a matter of seconds he turned around and ran out of there.

⌗ You approached the blonde's body while dragging him through the streets, until some A-class heroes appeared, you asked them to help the cyborg. After that you didn't see him for a while.

⌗ On the other hand, the S-class hero thought of you all the time. He was supposed to be an elite hero who had to defend you and save you, not the other way around, until he decided to investigate you, to thank you. Now it was a matter of pride.

⌗ In the end he discovered your whereabouts, well more like where you worked, his surprise was great when he realized that you worked in the supermarket that his sensei frequented.

⌗ He was accompanied by the bald man with a cape, while he was shopping he approached you, you were at the counter serving an older lady.

⌗ When you finished attending to her, and it was her turn, I did not hesitate to speak "I appreciate your help" of course you stayed thinking for a few moments until you finally remembered that incident. You told him that there were no problems and that you would do it as many times as necessary. You gave him such a sincere smile, it didn't look like the ones in his fan club.

⌗ Time passed and you noticed how you always saw it, at first you got to see it once or twice a week and then you saw it every day. Buying the most useless thing or buying back what I bought two days ago.

⌗ When you were about to ask him why he always came, he stole your words: "Would you like to go out with me?". he asked, looking at you with his friendly expression, you smiled and said yes.

⌗ It was a date, he had totally fallen in love with you, he wanted something serious and lasting, of course if you agreed to be his partner, he was also not the type of person who would go out just because someone seemed attractive, no, of course not, he must have see something else.

⌗ By agreeing to go out with him, you would be attentive and do anything to make both of you comfortable, you would look for a thousand ways to make your dates more suitable and dynamic for both of you.

⌗ He loved you for your bravery, that even though you trembled in fear you would not escape, he joked how you made him happy with that, even though he did not always smile, he loved how much fun you came to do, looking for the way in which that he was also comfortable between dates. I appreciated how attentive you were, the mercy he received before your eyes. They were totally different but complemented each other so well.

⌗ No doubt he liked you, but he needed more dates before taking you to the next step.

Español:

⌗ Se conocieron cuando lo salvaste de un kaijin, pero tu no eras un héroes mas bien un civil el cual iba pasando por el lugar, Genos estaba muy mal herido y el kaijin casi lo aplasta. Fue gracias a ti quien, grito con todas sus fuerzas "¡Blast!", al parecer tenia un resentimiento o mucho miedo, con un ese héroe porque en cuestión de segundos volteo y salió corriendo de hay.

⌗ Te acercaste al cuerpo del rubio mientras lo arrastrabas por las calles, hasta que unos héroes de clase A aparecieron, les pediste que ayudaran al cyborg. Después de eso no lo viste por un tiempo.

⌗ Por otro lado el héroe clase S, pensaba en ti todo el tiempo. Se suponía que era un héroe de elite el tenia que defenderte y salvarte, no al revés, hasta que decidió investigar sobre ti, para darte las gracias. Era una cuestión de orgullo ahora.

⌗ Al final descubrió tu paradero, bueno mas bien donde trabajabas, fue grande su sorpresa cuando se dio cuenta que trabajabas en el supermercado que su sensei frecuentaba.

⌗ Fue acompañado por el calvo con capa, mientras el hacia las compras se acerco a ti, te encontrabas en el mostrador atendiendo a una señora ya mayor.

⌗ Cuando terminaste de atenderla, y era su turno no dudo en hablar " Agradezco tu ayuda" claro te quedaste pensando unos momentos has que al fin recordaste aquel incidente. Le dijiste que no había problemas y que lo harías cuantas fuera necesario. Le regalaste una sonrisa tan sincera, que no se parecía a las de su club de fans.

⌗ Paso, el tiempo y notaste como siempre lo veías, al principio lo llegabas a ver una o dos veces por semana y luego lo veías todos los días. Comprando la cosa mas inútil o volviendo a comprar lo que compro hace dos días.

⌗ Cuando estabas apunto de preguntarle porque siempre venia, te robo la palabras, "¿Te gustaría salir conmigo?" pregunto, mientras te observaba con su tipa expresión, sonreíste y le respondiste que si.

⌗ Era una cita, se había enamorado totalmente de ti, el quería algo serio y duradero, claro si aceptabas ser su pareja, además no era el tipo de persona que saldría solamente porque alguien le pareció atractivo, no, claro que no, debía de ver algo mas.

⌗ Tu al aceptar salir con el, serias atento y harías cualquier cosa para que ambos estuvieron cómodos, buscarías mil maneras de hacer sus citas mas adecuadas y dinámicas para ambos.

⌗ A el le encantabas por tu valentía, que a pesar de que temblaras ante el miedo no escaparías, lo bromista como lo alegrabas con eso, a pesar de que no sonreía siempre, le encantaba lo divertido que llegabas hacer, buscando la manera en la que el también se sentía cómodo entre sus citas. Apreciaba lo atento que te ponías, la piedad que recibía ante tus ojos. Eran totalmente diferentes pero se complementaban tan bien.

⌗ Sin duda le gustabas, pero el necesitaba mas citas antes de llevarte al siguiente paso.

#one punch man #one punch man x reader #genos headcanons #genos x reader #genos one punch man #genos x y/n #one punch season 2 #one punch man x y/n #one punch man anime #opm #opm fanfic #opm x reader

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hyuniebaby · 4 years

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Focus (7)

Pairings: Baekhyun x Y/N x Junmyeon

Warnings: mentions of sex

AU: College student! Baekhyun, Professor! Junmyeon AU, college!au

A/N: I don’t proofread when I post so there might be typos 😅 I’ve been busy with work so I haven’t updated in a while~ If you’re still reading this fic, I just want to say thank you!

@coffee-prince-kyungsoo

You spend the next few days avoiding Baekhyun. The task was extremely hard since you were both in the same program. One time he had his Advanced Biochemistry class just before your Organic Chemistry class in the same room. When you saw him making his way out of the room, talking animatedly to Jongdae, you immediately went to hide behind Seulgi. Lucky for you, you were shorter than her. He wasn’t able to notice you but your sudden movement caught Jongdae’s eyes. He smirks but doesn’t say a word to Baekhyun. Especially not when you were trying so hard to hide.

Jongdae, being Baekhyun’s best friend and roommate, naturally knew about Baekhyun kissing you. As much as he wanted to help Baekhyun out of his misery, he didn’t want to interfere. The last time he did, it went extremely uncomfortable for him as you’ve both been seen by a professor walk out of the janitor’s closet. It ended up with him being shouted on by Baekhyun and being ignored by Baekhyun the whole night when he tried to explain what happened.

Baekhyun, on the other hand, wanted to apologize again but this time for kissing you so suddenly. He honestly doesn’t know what he was doing and why he did it. But how was he supposed to tell you that? “Y/N, I’m sorry I kissed you, I don’t know why I did it.” Uh, no. That doesn’t sound like an apology to him. So despite having seen you many times when you tried to hide from him, he only looks at you longingly and doesn’t try to talk to you just yet. Maybe you weren’t ready to hear it too, he guessed, considering you were going out of your way to avoid him. Not to mention you running after he kissed you. To him, it seems logical to give you some time to process and get over it before he tried to apologize.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You’ve been so hung up on Baekhyun’s kiss that you neglected your studying. By the time the weekend came, you rejected your friend’s invite to a party. You planned to study the whole weekend at home to catch up with all the lessons you weren’t able to read about for the past few days. You were halfway through your Organic Chemistry notes when someone rings the doorbell. “Delivery for Ms. Y/N!” You hear someone shout.

Huh, you weren’t expecting something to come today, you thought. You went to open the door only to be greeted by a bouquet of flowers. “I’m sorry but I think you have the wrong address,” you tell the delivery man. The “delivery man” lowers the bouquet to reveal his face.

“Junmyeon?” You gasped. The first thought that came to your mind was that the person in front of you wasn’t Mr. Kim today, he was your friend, Junmyeon. He ditched the smart casual outfit and only wore a hoodie and some pants.

“These are for you.” He hand you the flowers. “Can I come in? I wanted to talk to you.”

You guide him to the dining table where your laptop and notebooks were scattered.

“I’m sorry to disrupt you from studying,” Junmyeon says as he scratches the back of his neck.

You respond with a nod as you carefully placed the flowers on the table. You were still quite mad at him for leaving you high and dry the other day.

“I just wanted to say sorry for the thing that happened a few days ago...”

“Oh you mean when you didn’t allow me to cum?”

He smiles sheepishly, flustered at how blunt you were being.

You’re friends with Junmyeon even before anything sexual happened between the two of you so you were open and comfortable talking about it with him than with Baekhyun. “I mean come on, Junmyeon, I understand we all have sexual urges. It’s fine. We’re human.” You ran your fingers through your hair. “But personally I think it’s unfair that you didn’t let me cum,” you sigh.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I just — my mind got clouded when I saw your hickey. I wasn’t in the right headspace.”

You were used to having sexual affairs, it wasn’t a big deal to you. You’ve had plenty of one night stands over last year with strangers. The only thing that was weird right now was that it was Junmyeon you did it with. A friend. Your professor. So you don’t know how to proceed with this. Same as how you didn’t know how to act with Baekhyun because of what happened to the two of you between the sheets.

It even complicates things when you hear Junmyeon say those last words. He worded it as if he was jealous that you’ve been doing this act with another man. And then you remember how Baekhyun sounds exactly the same the last time you talked and he reacted the same way. How possessive, you thought.

But if they were possessive, you were greedy. You wanted to have them that way again, despite the strain in your “relationships”. You wanted them to touch you and fuck you. Your thoughts were heading in another dangerous path so you cough and try to clear your mind.

“Yeah, whatever, Junmyeon. Just don’t do it again next time.” The words flew out of your mouth before you can even comprehend what you said.

Next time? His eyes widened. Will there be a next time? He sure as hell hopes so. Your mouth was amazing and he wanted to feel you again, but in your pussy next time. This excites him.

You were flustered with what you said. But if you talked right now, you’ll be embarrassing yourself more so you remain quiet. You stare at your notes as if they were the most interesting things in the world. You were hyper aware that he was looking at you. You kept your mouth shut.

Then Junmyeon sighs. “What are you studying, princess?” You blush at the pet name.

“Organic Chemistry.” You say. “I didn’t know it was supposed to be this hard.” The sexual tension now gone as you talked about your studies. “I mean, I know some basic stuff because of the training we received for the quiz bee last year but some of these things are really hard to understand. My professor won’t even teach us properly. She makes us answer all the problem sets in the book every meeting. How can you even answer something that you haven’t learned yet?”

Junmyeon looks at you softly. “I think I can help you with that. Although, I’m not as good in Organic Chem than I am with Biology...”

Your eyes sparkled at what he said. “That’s alright! You know I need all the help I could get. I’m pretty sure you know that I need a dumbed down version of the lesson if I need to get the hang of this.”

So for the next few hours, Junmyeon helps you study. Being your tutor for over a year, he knows how to get his point across to you so it wasn’t really hard for you to understand what he was saying.

The study session was interrupted once again when you hear jingling of keys. You see your parents standing by the door and you got up from your seat so fast to hug them. “You came earlier! I thought you weren’t supposed to come back until next week.”

“We missed you, darling.” Your mom coos.

“Next week’s meeting was rescheduled so we decided to go back here. How are you sweetheart?” Your father says.

“Everything’s fine. Junmyeon’s here, he’s helping me study.”

On cue, Junmyeon shakes hands with your parents to greet them. Your parents respected Junmyeon because he tutored you for over a year and had significantly improved your grades. They knew you remained friends with him after so they weren’t bothered by the fact that you were hanging out. Your mom invites him for dinner, but Junmyeon politely declines, claiming he still had some paperworks to sign and that only dropped by to help you study. He bids everyone goodbye after a few minutes of small talk with your parents and leaves.

By dinner time, you converse with your parents, asking them about their trip and what they did. In turn, they asked you how was your first week back at school and you internally cringed at the fact that the first week of your school was troublesome. You don’t tell them that though. You just tell them that it went by pretty quickly.

When you’re done with the dishes, you resigned to your room to study again. You studied until the weekend was over. You were a slow learner so you needed to promptly start studying instead of cramming everything the day before a quiz or major exam comes up. It works for you though, you get to learn at your own pace.

The next thing you knew, it was Monday again and you had Bio class. Since you and Junmyeon made up, you were slightly less worried about going to class. The only problem was Baekhyun was there and you don’t know if you should still avoid him or if maybe you should make up with him too...

As you enter the room, you scan for any sign of Baekhyun or Sehun. You release a breath of relief when you realized they weren’t there yet. Having arrived 15 minutes earlier than the start of the class, you sit by the middle row and start plugging on your earphones. You reread the lessons you studied over the weekend.

You were interrupted when someone taps your shoulder. You remove your earphones and look up to see Sehun smirking at you. You roll your eyes at him as he sits beside you.

“Is that the proper way to greet your friend?” He says.

You immediately fake a smile and use a high pitched voice, “Hi Sehun~”

Sehun frowns in disdain and shakes his head. “So... has was your talk with B?” He moves his eyebrows up and down.

“I remember making a promise to you last week? And it goes by ‘I will kill you,’ do you remember?” You smile at him.

“As I’ve said, I’d like to see you try.”

“Can I borrow your hand?” You ask him.

Sehun eyes you warily but gives his hand eventually. You smile and grab one of his fingers and start bending it backwards.

“Ow!” He shouts and snatches his hands away from you. “What a devil!”

You roll your eyes. “Stop overreacting. It wasn’t that bad!”

He raises his brow in response.

“Now that that’s all done,” you start saying, “last week he apologized to me. For — uh, reacting weirdly when he saw me and Jongdae. He explained how Jongdae wanted to ‘seek me out’ when he found out what happened between me and B. And then....”

And then Baekhyun arrives and you immediately shut your mouth. Sehun notices Baekhyun’s arrival but continues to look at you, asking you through his eyes for the rest of the story. But you don’t budge. Sehun figures that you won’t talk if Baekhyun was there so he sighs and pinches his nose in frustration. He hates it when people leave him hanging.

You didn’t expect Sehun to turn around and ask Baekhyun what happened last week. Your eyes widened. You look at Baekhyun and he looks at you. You plead with your eyes, asking him, no, begging him to not say anything to Sehun. But if anything, Baekhyun doesn’t like that Sehun still hangs around with you and that he sits beside you when it was supposed to be Baekhyun’s seat.

So out of spite, he says, “I kissed her.” at the same time that Mr. Kim comes in the classroom. Somehow, Mr. Kim heard what Baekhyun said and figured out that he was referring to you. Sehun, on the other hand, was shocked. He faced you while you buried your face in your hands.

It hasn’t been an hour since you’ve sat on your chair, but you feel like you’re so done for the week already.

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saradiasz · 3 years

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Pairing: Lin Manuel X Reader

Note: Hi, this is my first Fanfic here, i hope you enjoy it!

Warning: Cursing, Teenager Lin, Lin's accent in Spanish, Smut, Fluff, Lin's baby pictures.

Word Count: 5.001

1998- Summer Vacations

I can't wait to meet my new neighbors, it's pretty lonely here since Cameron that lived nextdoor had to go to live in another country with her parents, she was my best friend and maybe my only one, she said that we will still be friends but...it's different, she's going to find new ones and I'm going to be here alone as always...Fuck that, I have to focus on the new neighbors now, maybe they have a daughter...Well, nobody compares to Cam...Ok, ok I'm forgetting that for now. Anyway, my mom is baking a cake to the neighbors when they arrive, I'm so nervous and anxious for...some reason, so I go downstairs to talk to my mom and see if the cake is ready.

— Hey mom, how it's going there? — I said looking to the oven and seeing the chocolate cake inside.

— Right on time honey, I'm going to take it out in 5 minutes, wanna help me with the frosting? — She said giving me a spatula that i take with enthusiasm.

— Sure mom. — I smile to her and she start to pouring condensed milk slowly in the wipped cream that I was stirring.

After that she put the frosting on the fridge and take the cake of the oven and put it on the table to rest, we talk for some time about nothing important until the cake was cold enough for the frosting. Is between spread frosting on the cake and put it on a plate that we heard a knock at the door.

— Can you see who is for me Y/N?

— Sure. — I said with a bored face, it's impossible that anyone liked to host people at your door, impossible.

I open the door and I see a latin little man, or a big kid... I'm not sure yet, he is wearing a Star Wars t-shirt way too big with large, large pants that another person could fit there with him comfortably, there's a hat laying on his head too, very fancy. He just stay there starring at me with his big brown eyes and then say:

— Hi I'm Lin son of the new neighbors, my mom is throwing a party tonight and she's inviting your family, nothing fancy just some foods and a lot of dancing, there's none dress code or those shit, we just want to have a good time with everyone and make new friends. — He said in one breathe with a lot of hand gestures, impressive...He dresses like a kid and talk as much as one.

— Okay. — I said slowly. — I'm gonna say to my mom, actually she's baking a welcome cake for your family, we can take with us tonight then.

— That would be perfect, thank you so much. — He said gesturing with his hands again. — Bye. — He turn around and go in the way to the next house as I close the door.

— Okay, mom you won't belie... What are you looking at? — She look at me with a weird smile and say:

— He likes you honey, did you saw the look on his eyes and how he was literally throwing words at you? — She said giving me a malicious face.

— What are you saying, of course he don't like me, we talk for 2 minutes...Well he talked for 2 minutes I just listened. — I said rolling my eyes.

— Well, think what you want, and about the party...we are definitely going, so find a good dress.

— Why mom? Let me stay home, please. — I said with fake tears in my eyes.

— I know you, don't fake a face for me, we are going and period. — Damnit, she know me too well.

— Ugh, okay okay.

After we both get ready, I take the cake and we go to Lin's house, i can hear music from a far, we get there and knock, a woman full of energy open the door and hug me and my mom tightly at the same time what almost caused a cake accident.

— Wepa, I'm so happy you maded, come in, come in. — She said with a heavy accent and then pushed us into her house.

— And we are very happy that you invited us, I baked a cake for you, take it. — My mom said giving her the cake that was in my arms.

— Mas no precisava, you didn't need too. I'm going to place this with the rest of the food, thank you...I don't even asked your name honey, what am I thinking... — Own, like mom, like son. She said as fast as Lin did before.

— It's Y/M/N and what's yours? If I may ask. — Okay, so I'm probably gonna be here for a while, it's always like that when my mom finds another "talkative" mom.

— It's Luz, and this is your hija? Uh tan hermosa... — She said giving me a look — Lin has a good taste...

— Mama, ¿Qué estás diciendo? Excuse us ladies — A blushed Lin appears of nowhere almost screaming and then he leaves with his mother.

— That was... — My mom start thinking in a word.

— Freaking weird? Yeah, I know. I told you so, if you excuse me I'm going to find food. — I go right to the place that's probably the kitchen, there's some latin people talking, probably Lin's family or something, I found a table with some snacks in the corner and go straight to them taking one bowl of... something that I don't know what it is but tastes good. I go to find somewhere safe to eat alone, what's not very complicated since they don't unpacked almost anything, I go upstairs and enter a room with some furniture, I turn the light on and then sit on the floor behind some boxes trying to hide for a while. I really didn't wanted to came here in the first place, don't get me wrong, the people aren't the problem, I am...I just don't like parties, and parties with my mom are even worse. The door opens interrupting my monologue about how much I hate parties. I see Lin talking on the phone entering the room like a thunder, closing the door and laying on the carpet.

— Tú no entiendes, ella es la cosa más linda que yo ví en toda mi vida...obviamente no consegui hablar com ela Carlos, I'm too shy for that... — He finally realize that I'm in the room and say almost choking on the phone. — Oh fuck, yo tengo que ir bye. Hi, what're you doing here? The party isn't in my bedroom. — He said with a...smile? Or he's dying?

— Your what? Oh I'm sorry I was just... scaping for my mom, I didn't realized that this was your room. — Oh fuck, of course it's his bedroom.

— It's okay, it's nothing yet actually just a bunch of boxes and I relate with the mom thing, my mom drives me crazy sometimes too. — He opens a beautiful smile, I never took a deep look at him but he's not that bad actually, even kinda cute with a goofy smile.

— Mothers hun. — We both laugh looking at the floor.

— Did you understood what I was talking on the phone? — He asked nervous.

— Not even a word. — He's relief came hard.

— Oh, nice.

— What you were saying, though? — That's really weird, he start to panic.

— Ah, uh...porn — That's a bad liar over here my friends.

— Sure...

— Yeah. — Awkward silence, yummy...

— So...

— What's your name again? I don't think you never said to me actually. — He said with a question mark all over his face.

— Well, you never gave me the chance. — He start to blush because of my words and then he whisper an sorry. — It's okay Lin, and my name is Y/N at your service sir.

— Yeah, this name suits you. — He said now smiling.

— Do you want some? — I said pointing the bowl to him. — I don't know what this is but is pretty damn good.

— Sure. — He said taking some of the bowl and then sitting next to me, his leg touching mine. — It's tostones, basically fried plantain, it's a Puerto Rican thing, well latin thing but this one my aunt brought from Puerto Rico. — He said with his eyes glowing.

— You used to live there?

— No, actually. My parents came to here and then they meet on college so i was born here too, but I love Puerto Rico it's my happy place you know. — He said with a half smile.

— That's so sweet Lin. — His eyes finds mine and we stare each other for a minute, but then I look away...This boy is like...affecting me?

— So, did you want to get back there? It's dinner time. — He stand up and offers me his hand.

— We really have to? — I said forcing a sad face.

— Of course we do, but if you get uncomfortable I promise that we can stay here okay? — His hand still waiting for mine.

— Okay then. — I take his hand leaving the empty bowl behind, we get out of the room still holding hands, until I see my mom, in that moment I go crazy and i walk in her direction leaving Lin.

— Hm, very strange that you were together inside a room, did you wear protection honey? I don't want a...

— MOM, we were just talking. — I said interrupting her before she said something even crazier.

— I'm just saying...Well, let's go to get dinner, this are really nice people doll you're gonna love them. — She said leading me to the backyard where a big table was full of food, hell yes, that's what I'm talking about, don't like parties who?

I sit with my mom by my right side, Lin appears and sit in front of me, after everybody was at the table we start to eat, people asking food, pouring juice, telling jokes, Lin's look finding mine between conversations, was all really nice, I even forgot why I was so worried at the first place.

We are at home now, I'm looking at the sky from my window, there's a lot of stars and is a full moon day. The curtains of the other house in front of my window opens all of sudden, of course Lin's window is there, how I didn't noticed that? He don't seems to see me, what makes sense since my lights are off, he's shirtless and writing something on the desk that places below the window, there's a lamp on the desk and the only thing that's on at the room. He seems so relaxed, his mouth is moving fast what means he's probably singing, maybe writing music? I don't know but it's a beautiful view, wait...is this creepy? I'm feeling like a stalker right now, i try to hide but he see me for my own despair. He smile and wave his hand to me, I do the same with a Awkward smile. Crap, I'm so dumb...he take a paper and write "Hi, can't sleep either?", i write fast in a old piece of paper a big "No", he smile and write another thing and then show me "Meet me in 10?" Oh fuck, why he want to see me? he's totally going to report me to the police for harassment. I raise my thumb to him and he closes his curtains, I look at the mirror and remember that I was in my pajamas but who cares, I go downstairs slowly so my mom couldn't hear me, the door make a noise when I open it...damnit, hope she didn't hear this, I close the door and turn to Lin's house, he's standing right in front sadly with clothes now, wait, why am I disappointed? He has a little smile in his face until he reaches me.

— I'm sorry, I wasn't stalking you I swear, please don't sue me...

— What're you talking about? — He said confused, crap crap crap, a thousand times crap, I fell my cheeks hot so I close my eyes so I won't be able to see his face.

— Nice pajamas by the way... Wait, are this pineapples? — He said with a stupid smirk on his face.

— Oh shut up, you're wearing Star Wars clothes all day and I never said a word about it. — I try to say this mad but my smile wins the battle on my face.

— Yo, Star Wars is a classic but I never see a movie about pineapples. — Why do I didn't changed my clothes again? Right, laziness.

— Uh, rude. — I hit his arm weakly.

— Au. — He smile and take my hand. — Let's go, we can lay down in the garden and look at the stars and...talk.

— Okay Yoda. — He laugh a little as we go to the background of his house.

We lay on the ground with our bodies almost touching, the stars really look beautiful tonight... He turn his head in my direction...We both know what's going to happen but the wait make all better, I turn to him and his laches are beating slowly, the light of the stars make his face glow, he put one hand on my face and start to make little circles around my cheek and say that my eyes are more shining than the stars, his face is literally one inch far from mine. I'm the one who kisses first, his lips are soft and warm, he put his hand in my wrist and push me closer to him, his tongue is touching mine now in a sweet kiss, we end the kiss but we stay closer as possible.

— That was unexpected. — I said breaking the silence.

— Well, not for me. I was hoping to do that since I meet you. — He says letting small kisses on my face.

— So my mom was right this time. — He goes a little far laughing.

— I was that obvious?

— I don't think so, but in the moment you walked away she said that you liked me, what I thought that was craziness until now. — I said with one hand in his soft hair. — No that I'm saying that you like me i just... — He stop me pressing our lips together.

— Mothers hun... — He said quoting me and then opening one of those beautiful smiles.

The sun is rising when we go back to home, I say a last goodbye to him from the window before jumping on the bed, my back are in pain but I don't care...This was one of the best days of my life, I sleep and my dreams are full of dancing and laughing.

I wake up with a knock at my door, I look to the clock next to my bed and it's almost 12 o'clock, after a little battle against myself I get up and open the door, Lin is with a big smile in his face, the large clothes now are just a cargo shorts and a light white shirt showing his shoulders and a lot of skin, so much skin...

— Good morning Sleepyhead. — He said still smiling.

— How you're up after last night? And smiling... — I said outraged giving room for him get inside.

— Actually I barely sleep, no i can't get inside. Your mother only let me in when I promised not to enter your room.

— Of course she did, by the way what are you doing here? — I ask him. — No that I didn't liked, I do, I really do. — I said fast.

— Really? — He's cheeks are turning red, how he can be this cute?

— Yeah. — I get closer to him and I let a little kiss into his lips.

— So, I was thinking that we could go to somewhere today, I know a place in the woods that's perfect for do absolutely nothing, it's not far so we can walk a little bit and since you didn't eat breakfast, we can do a picnic and no one else goes there so we can stay together in peace. — He said showing me the basket in his hand.

— That sounds perfect, I just have to take a shower, I see you in 30? — He nodd his head in affirmation and I kiss him more deeply this time.

— See ya. — He said in the middle of the kiss and then goes away...God I could live in his lips forever...

I take a quick bath and go downstairs, Lin is talking to my mother, he's drinking a cup of coffee and they're... Laughing? Weird...I say a hi to my mom and we go to Lin's place. It's really a perfect place, there's a lot of trees and a little lake in the middle, we rest on a big towel under a tree for some time, we eat a lot, it's a perfect afternoon...

— Thank you Lin, this is so nice. — My head is resting on his shoulder.

— You know what would be nicer? — He said standing up and slowly taking his shirt off and running into the lake direction. I take my dress off and follow him with a goofy smile on my face. We jump into the almost warm water together, he start to splashing water in my face and I do it back, he came closer and kiss me, his shy hands are laying in my lower back, i surround his waist with my legs and I feel something getting harder under his belly, he stop the kiss looking at me with his big eyes, his laches are moving fast.

— I...it's... — He tries to talk but he doesn't have words for this.

— Shhhh, kiss me Lin. — I whisper into his ear and he does what i ask, then i take his hand and guide him to where we were before.

— I never done this before. — He said with his voice shaking. We lay on the towel and I kiss him, i run my hand through his wet soft hair and feel them between my fingers, meanwhile his hands is caressing my back, making little circles.

— We don't have to do it if you aren't ready yet. — He's looking at me with those big brown puppy eyes, I'm losing all control that i have. — I never done this with someone that i just meet either, but you're making me crazy without doing anything.

— I want you, i just don't know...how... — He gaze up avoiding my eyes with his cheeks all red now, did i mention how cute he's with red cheeks?

— Hey, look at me. — I said touching his face and making he look at mine — I'll not say that i didn't do it before, but i can lead you...if you let me. — He don't say anything, just came closer and kiss me taking all the breath of my lungs.

— Okay...— He said more whispering than really talking.

— If you want to stop anytime just say, okay? — He nodd his head in confirmation. I stay on top of him and take my bra and throw in the floor next to us, he look at my breasts with his eyes wide open then look to my face like he was asking for permission, what was really cute, i take his warm hands and put them in there and he squeeze very softly, i feel him getting even harder under me, i kiss him urgently like i never kissed someone before, he turn our positions and now he's on top of me going down to my lips and kissing my neck and collarbone, a little noise come out of my mouth when i feel his lips on my nipple pressing it softly and letting small kisses. I hear he saying all the time how soft my skin is and how sweet i taste in his mouth, our underwear go out of our body in some point.

I said that i would lead him but he's doing a great job from himself, driving me crazy with all the wait and his kisses in my body, i can feel everything, every part of our body that's touching, every drop of sweat that roll in our body. The beautiful things that came out of his mouth are like a melody, i never felt so loved when i feel him inside me, filling me whole.

— Am i hurting you baby? — He ask with the most beautiful face of concern.

— Just a little, but it's normal don't worry my love. — He nodd and then lay his forehead in mine starting to move inside me, our bodies colliding softly, his lips is barely pressing mine, he's not moving fast what make all feel even better, he's saying how gorgeous i am and i how i make him feel the luckiest guy in the whole world for let him be with me in his arms, my name come out of his mouth like a poem, we are moaning together and it's together that we come too, my eyes are out of orbit, i can't feel anything else than the goosebumps all over my body, he's head is resting in my chest and he's hugging me tight in his arms.

— You're so amazing Y/N...I'm really happy that my first time was with you. — He said softly looking deep in my eyes after we recover and lay on the ground side by side with our bodys tangled. — I never felt like this before for anyone else.

— Me neither Lin, i love how you make me feel... — I said and i feel the cold wind in my naked body what make me shiver for a moment but Lin hold me closer to his body. — I think we should put our clothes on and go back now, it's starting to get cold and the sun is going down, my mom will kill me if I get home late.

— Yeah, let's go doll. — He said throwing my clothes on me and getting up.

At home i take a shower but Lin's taste and smell are still in my body, i still can feel his arms wrapping me. I touch my lips remembering of when he was kissing me slowly, savouring my mouth. I think about check the window just to see if he's there but before I came into a conclusion my mom calls me for dinner. It's 9am when i sleep, all that i didn't slept the night before mixed with all the "exercise" from the afternoon make me sleep 10 hours uninterrupted. I get up really excited for the day, the sun is rised and it's a beautiful day, i take a quick shower and go catch some breakfast before knock at Lin's door.

— Good morning mom. — I said almost singing.

— Good Morning honey, why you're so happy? You're never like this in the morning. — She said looking at me suspiciously.

— I'm just happy mom, i can't be happy anymore? Jesus

— Of course you can, but it's strange. Let me guess, Lin is the reason of your happiness? — She ask smirking for me.

— Maybe, why? — I ask drinking my coffee

— Nothing... i like him, he's a very good boy and he's super respectful and I think he really really likes you.

— I really like him too mom...

— I can see, your eyes glow when you talk about him, i'm really glad that you found each other honey. — She said cupping my face.

— Me too mom, i have to go now. — I kiss her face and go out listening to her voice saying for me not to came home late. I knock at his door and his mom open for me.

— Good morning Mrs. Miranda, is Lin at home?

— Good morning Y/N, he's in shower but come in, you can wait for him here, and don't call me that, I'm just Luz for you— She said all too happy, probably Lin told her about us.

— Okay Luz. — She guide me to the couch, i look around and everything is in place, just one or two boxes in the corner now, the decoration in very happy with a lot of color everywhere. — This is so pretty Luz.

— Thank you, i really liked how turned too. Come here let me show you a thing. — We get up and she show me trophys and some papers that belongs to Lin, there's some more things but are from a girl, maybe a sister? He didn't told me he had a sister. She takes a big album and we sit on the couch again, that's the good stuff, the blackmail material.

— This is when he born, tan precioso. — She show me a photo in white and black with a baby Lin in it, so cute. — I never thought that he would became this writing machine that never sleep properly, i blame his father they're exactly the same. — She show me a lot of another photos, in graduations, in piano recitals what apparently he was really good at, in family reunions. He appears when we're almost done, he smile when he see me but then he panic when he realize that his mom is with his kid album.

— Mami, i can't believe you're embarrassing me again. — He said hiding his face with his hands.

— I'm just showing to her como tú eras pequeño e precioso mi hijo. — She said standing up and pinching his red cheek, then she put the album where it was before and go out of the room.

— Stop laughing at me. — He said with the most adorable angry face when i start to laugh. I stand up and kiss his cheek as he touch my back and bring me close pressing his lips against mine. — What are we going to do today baby?

— Movie? My mom's going to shop what will probably take a while so we can watch it in my house. — He smirk at me. — God, you barely discovered sex and you're already addicted? — What i said make him laugh loudly.

— I'm sorry, so...just a movie. I will just say to my mom so she won't be crazy that I'm not home — He kiss my cheek and go talk to his mom.

After we fight for 10 minutes we finally agree in watch the Ghostbusters, we both have watched it one hundred times but it's just too good. My mom finally go to work and we go to the kitchen to do popcorn and take some snacks. After that we lay on the carpet to watch the movie.

— You never told me that you had a sister. — I said playing with his hair in my finger, his head resting in my lap.

— I thought that i did, anyway she's the best, she prefer to be in our aunt's house for the summer, that's why she isn't here.

— I always wanted to have a sister, but my dad died when I was young and my mom never was the same.

— I'm so sorry Y/N. — He said cupping my face.

— I'm okay now, was a really long time ago. — I put my hand over his. — What about your father, why i didn't meet him yet?

— He's in New Jersey for work, he'll probably be here in the weekend, I'll make sure that he meet my girl. — He said pressing our lips quickly.

— Your girl? You didn't even asked me yet. — I said throwing a popcorn in his face.

— I have to? — He said confused.

— No, but it won't harm if you do it.

— Okay, Okay. — He said sitting in front of me and taking my hands, i can't believe he'll really do that. I burst into laughter

— I'm just kidding...

— Shh... I'm concentrating. — He put a finger in my lips and then clean his throat and start...rapping?. — I know I'm not much but my heart belongs to you, even more when I remember of that afternoon, baby I can't take you out of my mind, here holding your hands i ask you, will you be mine?

— You just made that out of nowhere? Cool

— It's that a yes?

— Of course it's your dummy. — I said jumping into him kissing his lips, the popcorn that was in my lap spreads to everywhere.

I never thought that I would find love in such a young age and so fast, but i couldn't imagine my life without Lin, he's the only man I loved and will always be, and the felling is mutual by what he say every morning that we wake up together, side by side, i never felt so loved in someone's arms before and i hope this felling last until the day I die. This is the end but not our end, we'll last forever.

#lin manuel miranda #lin manuel x reader

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libraryscarf · 4 years

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here’s the fic i wrote for the promare charity e-zine, spark of hope. all the proceeds went to the nsw and qld fire services.

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the ignorance of lio fotia ( ao3 )

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“I think you’re mistaken.”

Lio gazes sternly across the table at Gueira and Meis, who both look somewhat shell-shocked. He can’t exactly blame them. Their display of ignorance is a bit humiliating.

“Boss,” Gueira says incredulously. “Are you serious?”

“Dead so.”

Lio takes a delicate sip of coffee from a mug printed with the declaration: I ♥ FIREFIGHTING

Meis settles his elbows on the table and leans his chin on his interlocked fingers: his debating posture. Lio sighs, setting his coffee down.

“Spit it out, please,” he says. “And my break is over in six minutes, so try not to wax too eloquent.”

Meis cracks a smile, mouth full of shark teeth.

“Oh, I don’t think it’ll take that long, Boss.”

Lio’s eyes narrow to slits. This really is a waste of time. He could have been drinking mediocre coffee in silence during his short break, rather than holding the world’s most pointless argument with his two erstwhile subordinates.

“Five minutes,” he bites out.

“Gueira,” Meis says quietly. Gueira produces a clicker, and a translucent screen shimmers into view above the table between Lio and the other two. Projected onto it is a familiar face grinning down at him. Lio frowns.

“Subject One,” says Meis. “Galo Thymos.” The words GALO THYMOS erupt across the projection in bright red block letters.

“Subject Two,” Meis continues. “Lio Fotia.” Lio beholds his own face next to Galo’s, his name blasted in the same bright red font.

Then, the on-screen Galo turns to look at the on-screen Lio, and his eyes explode into hearts.

“I rest my case,” Meis states, leaning back in his chair as Gueira clicks the hologram off. Lio looks between them, speechless at the shared idiocy of two of the smartest people he knows.

“That was your argument?”

Gueira, unable to contain himself any longer, slams both hands on the table and rattles all three of their coffee mugs.

“Boss, he couldn’t make it more obvious without tying himself up in a big bow and mailing himself to you,” he says, struggling to moderate his voice.

Lio, consummately unimpressed, takes another sip of coffee.

“I will say it only once more: you two are mistaken,” he says in a measured tone. “Galo Thymos is not carrying a torch for me.”

Gueira slumps facedown on the table. Meis pats his back comfortingly.

“Boss,” he says. “Please. Think about it. Think about it very hard.”

And to his credit, Lio does think about it.

He thinks Galo is one of the loudest, friendliest, most sanguine people he’s ever met.

Lio thinks that Galo is a person who shows affection through physicality. And he also thinks that Galo feels affection towards a great many people. He shows it in the way he ruffles Aina’s hair when she passes, or slaps Varys’ shoulder after a particularly heroic mission, or hoists Lucia onto his shoulders so she can reach the top shelf without climbing onto the counter. Galo has an astonishingly large heart: one that seeks others, and is indiscriminate in its efforts to warm and be warmed.

But Lio cannot afford to misappropriate any warmth Galo has directed his way. He doesn’t think his own heart—the stunted, anemic thing it is—could weather a disappointment.

“All right,” he says. “I’ve thought about it.”

“And…?” Meis leans forward. Gueira’s thick eyebrows furrow in anticipation.

“I think I’ll give you both double shifts if you have enough time to make slideshows about my love life.”

: : :

To their credit, they don’t bring Lio another visual aid. But the next time Meis and Gueira corner him, it’s with Galo himself as the test subject.

“Hey. Boss.”

Lio pointedly does not look up, his eyes scanning the claustrophobic text of the Promepolis Post’s front page. Galo is all the way over on the other side of the room, doing something loud and unnecessary to his Matoi with Lucia’s enthusiastic assistance.

“Boss!” Gueira’s whisper is urgent.

“I’m reading.”

“No,” Meis says. “You aren’t.”

Lio reluctantly folds the newspaper.

“Do you two ever actually do any work?” he demands, matching their low voices.

Meis arches a graceful eyebrow. “Deflecting already, Boss?”

“I’m not deflecting,” Lio growls. “What is it this time?”

Gueira just grins as Aina walks into the room, tossing her Burning Rescue jacket onto the couch.

“Just watch. Hey, Aina!”

She looks up, then comes over to their table. Her eyes dart between Meis and Gueira, and then to Lio, reading the silent tension.

“What’s up?” she asks, almost suspiciously.

“Why don’t you tell the big guy he did good out there today?”

Aina narrows her eyes. Gueira’s face splits into an even wider grin.

“Galo?” she asks. “Why?”

Lio snatches up the newspaper again, stuffing his nose in it.

“They’re worse than bloodhounds, Aina,” he says from deep within the pages. “Just do whatever it takes to get them off your scent.”

Aina, thoroughly baffled, turns around.

“Hey, Galo,” she calls out. “Good job out there today!”

Galo stops fiddling with his Matoi and looks up. Lio hazards a glance at his face, and nearly goes blind from the smile on it. He sinks back into the newspaper, heart crashing against his ribs like a caged animal. That smile is a public health hazard. Surely there are laws.

“Thanks, Aina!” Galo replies. “You too! You should show off your fancy flyin’ more often.”

Lucia taps his elbow, returning his attention to something Matoi-related, and Aina glances quizzically at the three former Burnish.

“Any of you feel like telling me what that was about?” she asks.

“Not really,” Gueira says. “But thanks!”

As Aina walks away, muttering under her breath, Lio’s head emerges from the newspaper.

“I can only assume that had something to do with your absurd hypothesis.”

Meis rests his chin in one palm, his eyes full of cold deliberation.

“You forced our hand, Boss.”

Meis cuts his eyes over to Galo, who seems, if Lio’s interpretation of his gestures is accurate, to be pressing Lucia to add a laser-cannon to his Matoi Tech.

“And now it’s your turn,” Gueira says.

Lio balks. “Wait, wh—”

“So Boss,” Meis’ voice isn’t loud, but it cuts through the air like a scythe through wheat. “What was it you were saying earlier about that big lug’s firefighting technique?”

On the other side of the room, something metallic hits the ground with a deep clunk, like a wrench being dropped.

“Yeah!” Gueira chimes in. “How did you put it, exactly? I can’t seem to remember the specifics.”

Lio wishes he could still summon hellfire to his fingertips, because both his former generals could look a bit less delighted at the way Galo has abandoned any interest in his Matoi Tech.

“Did I mention anything of the sort?” Lio grits out. “Or are you sure you didn’t just imagine it?”

Meis and Gueira are struggling to keep their composure as Galo unsubtly maneuvers himself into better earshot.

“No, Boss, you definitely had thoughts,” Gueira says weakly.

It doesn’t take much to untangle their little scheme. They asked Aina to compliment Galo first, so Lio could see his normal response. Apparently they expect his reaction to Lio’s praise to be a bit more spectacular.

They are fools.

Lio sighs. It’s a shame, really, that his friends’ intelligence departed along with their Promare.

“Very well,” he breathes. Then, in a voice barely above a murmur, he says: “Yes, I suppose Galo did a fine job toda—”

Lio’s voice chokes off as Galo materializes next to the table, his expression rapt.

“You do?!” he cries out, overjoyed.

Gueira makes a bizarre noise, like a strangled cat, and vanishes under the table. Meis steeples his fingers and hides the lower half of his face behind them.

Lio stares up at Galo. Everything inside his head evaporates, replaced by high-pitched, keening static.

“Do I…what?” he asks numbly.

It’s so hard to think with Galo’s abs just. Right there.

“You think I did a good job!” Galo looks like someone has just offered him unlimited free pizza, and also the moon.

“Well,” Lio manages to say, “You did.”

Meis and Gueira are both making odd sounds, and in the small part of Lio’s brain that isn’t buzzing, he realizes they’re trying to suppress laughter.

“I’m so happy!” Galo proclaims, as though his blinding smile doesn’t adequately communicate that.

The wheels of Lio’s mind slowly creak back into motion.

Yes, he has to acknowledge, it does seem that Galo…greatly values his feedback. As a colleague, of course.

Because that’s really what they are: colleagues. Possibly friends, Lio admits. Friends, who have in the very recent past piloted a planet-sized mechanical monstrosity fueled by fire and human spirit, and maybe…perhaps there is a little affection there, but nothing more.

“I think you did a wonderful job too, Lio!”

And Galo grips him by the arms, lifting him bodily out of his seat and pulling him into his chest. Gueira and Meis flee the room, cackling like hyenas.

“I think you do everything wonderfully!”

“Galo,” Lio wheezes as he’s crushed against Galo’s solid pecs. “Ow—”

After some squirming, he loosens Galo’s grip on him enough to stare him dead in the face.

“Put me down.”

Galo’s eyes go wide.

“Oh. Right. Sorry.”

Galo gently lowers him until his feet touch the floor again. Lio straightens his clothes, then squares himself to face Galo.

“All right. What the hell was that?”

The ecstatic look on Galo’s face slides into a hesitant, kicked-puppy expression. Lio’s heart promptly rips itself in half.

“I just—” Galo says, right as Lio jumps in: “Never mind, it’s fine—”

They stare at each other, locked in silent misery on two sides of an invisible wall.

“For fuck’s sake!” Lucia explodes. Galo and Lio both jump. They’d forgotten she was still in the room. “This is a thousand times worse than watching Remi try to waltz with his alligator girlfriend.”

“Really?” replies Aina, who has been on the couch the entire time. “Because that was pretty bad.”

Before Lio can ask “what alligator girlfriend,” Galo cups his face in his (large, warm) hands.

“I’m sorry I lost my cool there, Lio,” he says earnestly. “I just thought…maybe, at last, you had…”

“Had what?” Lio asks, his voice weak and punched-out.

“I thought you were finally starting to like me.” Galo’s eyebrows scrunch together, adorably. “Back, I mean.”

In the recesses of his mind, Lio wonders if Galo accidentally choked him into unconsciousness and this is all a dream.

“Like you…back?”

“Yeah. I thought I was being too obvious about it—I mean, everyone told me I was being really aggressive, so I tried to dial it back, but I’m not good at that, and…”

Galo’s voice fades into static, because Lio’s brain has turned to water. He wouldn’t be surprised if it melted right out his ears.

Obvious. Aggressive.

“Idiot,” whispers Lio.

“Yeah,” Galo says sadly. “I guess so.”

“No. Not you.”

Galo’s eyebrows scrunch even closer together. He’s still cupping Lio’s face.

Lio doubles down.

“I’m going to do something now,” he says. “That I think will save us some time.”

He goes on tiptoe, and presses his lips to Galo’s.

It’s a peck, really: quick and chaste, but Lio still feels like he jammed a fork into an electrical socket. As they separate, the look on Galo’s face suggests he feels something similar.

“You’re right,” he says, gravelly. “That does save time.”

“Should we save some more?”

Galo, temporarily mute, nods, and pulls Lio in for a considerably longer and less chaste kiss.

Lucia cups her hands around her mouth and hollers: “Yooo, everybody, it’s finally happening!”

Aina chides: “Come on, they don’t need everyone watching.”

Lucia just guffaws. “Sore because you owe me twenty bucks now, huh?”

#scarfwrites #galolio #galolio fanfiction #promare #promare fanfiction #lio fotia voice due to personal reasons i have decided to be a dumbass

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sparklyjojos · 5 years

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KOMATSUKI MAKIKO summary

[Note: this short story centers Jirou from Smoke, Soil and Sacrifices, which I recapped here.]

[tw: gore, sexual content, mental health issues (mostly DID as understood by Maijo), mentioned child abuse, suicide?]

The narrator--Komatsuki Makiko--briefly remembers the time when Natsukawa Jirou was called a “man like the eternal return itself” by Salman Rushdie when the two had a chance conversation in a New York cafe in 1998.

Jirou once told Makiko in a quite philosophical conversation that God doesn’t think. Or rather, God “thinks” (ie. has thoughts, brain processes necessary to perceive things and work towards creating the world), but doesn’t really “ponder” (thinks about stuff, philosophizes etc.)--only humans do.

Makiko thinks that by saying this, Jirou is drawing a line between himself and humanity. Jirou certainly seems to just know the answer to anything without pondering it first.

Makiko notices that Jirou’s atmosphere of ‘just knowing’ was deftly put into the main character of Natsukawa Saburou’s book Tsukumojuku (!!!) -- as Jirou’s brother, Saburou would of course know Jirou as well as to capture the vibes he gave off. Although Saburou made Tsukumojuku “ponder” different things from around halfway through that novel, maybe Jirou would be okay with just “thinking”. To force him to “consider” would feel like trying to force God himself to do that.

As he is, Jirou is a genius. He can perfectly remember any image he saw even once and everything he read, and he gets through books so fast it looks like he’s just idly flicking through the pages. He can even memorize a hard scientific text verbatim and only analyze it later in his mind.

Jirou keeps his vast knowledge inside a memory palace--“Natsukawa Dormitory”--not unlike the one that the book character Hannibal Lecter has. But while Hannibal was the only keeper of his palace, Jirou has several.

Jirou claims -- and Makiko isn’t sure whether to believe him or not -- that he experimentally caused his own personality to split and create four additional parts. When Makiko first met Jirou in 1995, those four were as follows: Shi Un, a quiet and wise 14-year-old boy; Daniel, a 36-year-old part-time painter; Sugisaki Yuri, a 17-year-old ghost [who is also described as 性転換した, as in “sexually transitioned”; I think Maijo means just that Yuri’s female?], and Aka Tsuki (or just Akatsuki?), a 21-year-old elderly dog that speaks in a rough tone.

Jirou “raised” those four and eventually “overcame” them, after which he changed their names. Shi Un became “Ichirou”, Daniel - “Jirou” (not the surface Jirou we know), Sugisaki Yuri - “Saburou”, and Aka Tsuki - “Shirou”. Considering that these were also the names of Jirou and his brothers, you’d think that it was a bad idea, but Jirou seemed to be okay with it.

But anyway, Makiko first met Jirou in a cafe in Brussels, where she and her friend Toda Erika planned to take some photos (Makiko is a photographer). The instant Jirou saw Makiko, he called her by name and congratulated her on “fulfilling her wishes”. He explained that he once saw a middle school graduation book from Makiko’s school, in which she wrote down her wish of becoming a photographer.

Ever since that first meeting everything’s been going well, Makiko says. It’s like Jirou is one of the Seven Gods of Fortune, Vaisravana. As if he’s the God who fulfills all her wishes and hears even the unspoken ones -- surely nobody except a god would have that power.

If we stretch the concept a bit, the other Natsukawa brothers would seem fit as the other Four Heavenly Kings: Ichirou the politician as Dhrtarastra who upholds the realm, Saburou the writer as Virupaksa who sees everything, and Shirou the successful surgeon as Virudhaka who brings growth.

Jirou likes to look through school graduation books, photos and anthologies of kids’ work, and gather them all in Natsukawa Dormitory. From what he says, back when he was 19-20 he used to sneak into schools in Japan just to page through these anthologies. When the two were in Jirou’s house once (which had only a few beds and piles upon piles upon piles of books as internal decor), Makiko asked him why he enjoys these child pictures so much. Instead of giving a straight answer, Jirou drew a picture...

...which Makiko recognized as the work of Ikihara Akira, her classmate from primary school. Jirou explained that after drawing this picture Akira was murdered and eaten by his mother. Apparently the police and everyone else thought the motive could be the mother doing it “out of love”, so that the boy would become her flesh and blood, but Jirou personally thought it was just something she did for her own enjoyment.

Jirou then talked about Hannibal Lecter playing a monster for amusement, and noticed that acting is a basis of human play. Even when people grow up, their tendency to act is still there, just moves from childish play to performing the role of “themselves”.

Akira’s parents lived in separation, but in the picture, he drew himself holding hands with them in harmony and wrote down yokatta (“I’m glad”, “everything went well” etc.). Even if nothing actually went well, Jirou still likes that yokatta, a simple wish of a child. Seeing as time doesn’t flow in this picture, nothing ever changes within it, maybe in a way Akira’s wish really did come true.

Makiko is wondering if you could really say that considering how Akira ended up. Jirou answers to this by flipping the page and drawing another picture that Makiko quickly realizes is how the original one really looked like.

The first thing Jirou showed was fake. Akira’s actual drawing looked like this:

Makiko really had thought the first one was the original until she saw this one. She wonders just how many memories of hers are actually faithful to life, and how many were altered with time. Maybe it’s that frail memory that makes her love capturing time in photos. Maybe Jirou, whose memory was perfect, preferred those emotionally charged pictures made by children.

Jirou said he’d be fine with whatever end awaited him.

But things don’t come to an end, Makiko thought. This is the eternal return. Things start and end and then happen again. If Jirou really was “like an eternal return itself”, then he would never end either… so maybe would never “be fine”.

Jirou sometimes killed that other “Jirou” in Natsukawa Dormitory, only to have him be reborn later. Maybe this repeated killing was Jirou’s attempt to reach some sort of an end--to finally “be fine”. A chase in the middle of eternal return.

Makiko wondered if the two ever changed places. Was the original Jirou still succesfully staying on the surface, or had he been pulled inside and exchanged for “Jirou” a long time ago? Was the Jirou she loved even a single person? Certainly she also had a fair share of experiences with those others.

After they returned to Japan and started living in Makiko’s family house in Chofu, she was once woken up by Jirou touching her body (and, er, himself). To her questions he answered awkwardly that “Jirou is asleep”, introduced himself as Shi Un, said he’s sorry, that Makiko and the family are really kind to him, and that he doesn’t really know stuff yet.

(And then Makiko instantly jumped to the occasion to have sex with him right then and there, because Maijo Otaro.)

When Jirou later renamed and “contain” the other four in Natsukawa Dormitory, Makiko commented that he seemed jealous of Shi Un, but Jirou just answered that this accusation didn’t even make sense--they were the same person, after all.

Makiko still isn’t sure whether the existence of the other personalities is real and not just Jirou putting on an elaborate play. Makiko herself remembers acting a lot in previous relationships. It’s different with Jirou, feels more real - instead of overthinking, her head just goes blank whenever she’s with him… though maybe her head going blank is also a sort of a performance, more to convince herself than him that their relationship is true? Then again, maybe every internal emotion is in a way “performed” when shown on the outside. Even assuming her emotions were “fake”, surely they wouldn’t fall that far off from the true ones.

When she was with Jirou, she felt like he’d know the answer to anything, and felt like it was just fine to stop thinking… or at least stop “considering”. There likely wasn’t a point to asking all those “ifs” like whether or not Jirou was actually Jirou.

When she once asked him why he repeatedly kills “Jirou”, he answered: “because I only kill myself.” Did it mean that the one he wanted to kill more than anyone else was himself? Or that if he had to kill, he wouldn’t do that to others, but to himself?

Just before they left Belgium, Makiko drove them to Bastogne while unusually serious Jirou recited Miura Tetsuo’s short stories from memory on her request. She wondered how he imagined things from the stories to look like and how close they were to her own imagination. Could imagined, fictional things also remain as memories?

They stopped by a residence that, according to Jirou, belonged to one of the world’s richest men, who out of paranoia hid himself inside a house filled with security. They said nobody was even allowed to see him without stripping completely naked and undergoing a body search.

Jirou left the car and went to the house with the security guards. He returned pretty soon, safe and in higher spirits. Makiko started driving to a restaurant, but Jirou asked her to park on the side of the road for a second. As she watched, he suddenly took off the entirety of his hair - apparently it was a wig hiding bare skin underneath - and then just as casually took off a part of his skull and retrieved from his own head a small knife, still red with the rich man’s blood. He asked Makiko to bring him the surgical tool set from the trunk and proceeded to carefully put his head back together.

When he was done, they went to the restaurant and ordered a meal. Jirou explained that he hadn’t killed the rich man, just roughed him up a little with the knife he’d hidden in his own head. It was the same knife used by the man back when he was a child… well, not the same one, but looking similar enough that the man would imagine it was the original thing.

Even if Jirou did horrible, horrible things to people, he never killed them. He only killed himself.

Three days after Jirou “conquered” Daniel and renamed him to “Jirou”, he killed him. About two months later “Jirou” showed up again, this time not as a 36-year-old artist, but as a shy six-year-old.

Jirou would have that child “Jirou” bullied, hit, kicked, and having unspeakable acts done to him. Throughout all that abuse, and being made fun of by “Ichirou”, “Saburou” and “Shirou”, “Jirou” would after some time grow up and become the strongest out of them. At that point Jirou would beat him to death. Later he’d raise him from a weak child to a powerful man again, and kill him again.

Makiko often cried when she thought about it, not sure if she emphatized more with the pain of the killed “Jirou” or the Jirou who killed. If time can flow differently inside one’s mind, then “Jirou” (or maybe even the surface Jirou, if they ever switched) could have endured horrible abuse for hundreds of years. Neverending death and rebirth. Like the eternal return itself.

Jirou didn’t kill others, but maybe the things he did to them were close enough to killing that you couldn’t really make a distinction. So maybe killing “Jirou” was also coming just close enough to death that it really felt like dying while still maintaining life.

Maybe that child that Makiko sometimes spotted in his expression was actually just the same child all this time, and Jirou just acted like he was killing him, an elaborate act of play-pretend for the world, or maybe just for himself.

Since ancient times - Jirou said - humanity had a concept of monsters. At first these were god-like beings removed far from humans, but then they started progressively approaching our kind. First as animal shapeshifters, then beings like vampires and Frankenstein’s monster that skirted the line between life and death, and finally as zombies, dead humans who ate others. Then there was Hannibal Lecter, not any undying being of any sort, but just a human gone mad.

Although, as Jirou points out, there was a hypothesis that Lecter wasn’t actually insane. At one point in Red Dragon Lecter says to Will Graham that “we’re just alike”. One could interpret this as Lecter assessing that Graham may end up becoming a criminal too, but in Jirou’s interpretation, Lecter meant that they both simply enjoy acting the role of a serial killer. In Graham’s case, that’d refer to his method of putting himself in the mindset of a criminal to investigate. In Lecter’s case, it’d refer to him being a genius who became so bored with humanity that he murdered and ate people just for the joy of play-pretend.

Makiko can’t help but wonder what exactly is the difference between Hannibal Lecter -- who in Hannibal would mix into society and have a certain woman be with him -- and Jirou.

If Jirou was a monster, then maybe the monster of our times was found inside humans. A monster creeping closer to us than ever before. Hiding inside our friends and families. Inside the people you love.

And--judging from what she could piece together using the few fragments of Jirou’s past he told her about--inside the Natsukawa family.

Every person has their own story inside them. In the stories of the Natsukawas, the rich man from Belgium, and all the people Jirou ever hurt, Jirou was no doubt the monster.

But he wasn’t one in Makiko’s story.

Makiko remembers the time Jirou was called “a man like the eternal return itself” by Salman Rushdie, even though the writer couldn’t possibly know about his internal death and rebirth. Rushdie also said that he had a strange feeling like he’s met Jirou somewhere before and had an important conversation with him, but couldn’t place it. Jirou just looked familiar to him. Makiko agreed worldlessly; she had the same feeling whenever she looked at Jirou.

When they were alone later, Jirou expressed the opinion that Rushdie had been sarcastic or speaking nonsense. Eternal return sounds like quite a pessimistic worldview that’d just make people feel that life is pointless, which is maybe why philosophers invented the whole nirvana thing that allows for escape from the cycle of rebirth.

Whether or not Rushdie’s words had a point, maybe Jirou would feel fulfilled in eternal return, Makiko thinks. Maybe the goal, the thing to strive for inside eternal return was keeping one’s will to live.

If eternal return really is a thing, then Makiko is fine with it. After all, she’ll get to meet Jirou again and again and love him again.

No matter who that Jirou actually is.

END

#sparkly reads komatsuki makiko #maijo and jdc stuff #maijo is really good at creepy illustrations #also this story made me really confused as to some chronology #like... when was tsukumojuku completed in natsukawa verse? did saburou and jirou meet again at some point? so many questions #I love how it thematically ties so many things together though...

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Hey!So Im in my first year of a levels and my final exams are in 2 months and Ive not done much. Im in the worst state of mind atm and Ive been letting the days pass without studying and I feel intense guilt. I did exceptionally well in my GCSEs last year and theres so much pressure for me to keep it up. Ive been failing my school subjects since the start of this year and Im self studying physics on top of that and theres so much to do.Im so upset and stressed and I don't know what to do :(

Hi! First of all, I’m really sorry you’re going through this.

I’ve felt this pressure of succeeding too many times before and I still struggle with it today.

I’ve heard this quote somewhere and I can’t remember where but it changed my way of thinking and it goes like this:

“More success only stresses you out when you don’t have the habits to handle it. So don’t fear success. Get better habits.”

Reflect on this.

And I think that’s what really clicked for me.

The fundament of success is just hard work.

And if you stop working because you’re scared to fail, obviously you won’t succeed as much, simply because you’ve stopped having the study habits that you used to have.

So what I always do when I’m feeling overwhelmed to succeed is focus on my habits and make the point to trust the daily work ethic, instead of focusing on other people’s expectations and even my own expectations.

The beauty of it all is you get a lot happier when you actually understand this: that the work speaks for itself.

And if you get to the point where your work ethic is almost unshakeable, your feelings stop mattering. And it should be true: it shouldn’t matter if you’re motivated or not. All you have to do is show up to the desk and get a few hours of work done everyday, even if you feel sucky. The habit matters. Makes sense right?

So it requires discipline. Discipline that you have already in you because you’ve done it before in your GCSEs. You only fell down this spiral of self-doubt after you felt pressured. You understand? Everything is already in you. You need to make the conscious decision to improve your daily habits and get hours done despite your decisions.

It’s simple: Study hours = improvement. No study hours = no improvement. It’s your routines.

Now, it doesn’t mean your grades will be perfect this year. Unfortunately, because you only have two months to study and you’ve got all this work pilled up, and are failing these classes, it’s not going to be soft, easy or perfect this year. So mentalize yourself. Be realistic. Your grades aren’t going to be perfect this year, you’ve done things not well, but it happens to everybody, we all have down moments, so don’t beat yourself up.

Pick yourself up and realize these are going to be a tough few months. Stress, tears, hard work. Yes, it’s all going to be up and in there. But you gotta have those habits. And you can start today because it’s your conscious decision to show up on your desk.

Because they are your final exams and you’ve done so well last year, I would recommend asking about your options. If you can retake your exams in the future for example. I had to retake some exams to get my high school score up for my college application.

These downs happen to everybody, sooner or later, but we have to keep fighting and keep our head high because it’s ok, and it’s not the end of the world even though exam season definitely feels like the end of the world in the moment.

I would also recommend like I’ve said already to start today! Get planning and studying today. Something is better than nothing and it all counts in the end.

What do now?

Don’t give up. Go make a huge list of everything on your plate and start attacking it from somewhere. Make a timeline for the next 2 months. Get your habits on track. Be caring, don’t beat yourself up too much.

just to finish, i wanna leave you with some extra posts even though I’m sure you know this already, but just to make sure: study smart and self discipline tips.

Good luck with everything!!! anything else let me know. Believe in yourself.

I hope this helped ♡ ♡ lots of love ♡ ♡ take care.

#answered #study advice

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it was really fun to do this request since i’m hispanic myself! i hope you enjoy my writing and thank you for requesting me!

(also i posted this on mobile so i’m going to clean it up as time passes since it isn’t my best work, i’m sorry for that but thanks for understanding!)

YOOSUNG: -alright so he couldn’t tell that you were hispanic the first time he saw you -maybe it was the drugs he was on to treat his eye or just how tired he was but all he did was kiss you -even after the affects of the drugs wear off and y'all start dating he still can’t tell!! -it’s just he loves you and who you are as a person so much the thought of you being a different race than him completely slipped his mind -it wasn’t until you scolded him for never picking his clothes up from his bedroom floor did he notice the different language you used to scold him in -“no chinges yoosung! aver quien te va limpiar todo este pinche cochinero por qué no va hacer yo, es hora que empieces a recoger toda esta ropa dios mío santo!” you yelled boldly, the words coming out fast and harsh -(translation: are you fucking kidding yoosung? let’s see who’s gonna clean all this fucking mess because it’s not gonna be me. it’s time for you to start cleaning up all these clothes! for god’s sake!) -“what??” yoosung asked in a croaky tone as he stared at you like you had three heads -he was a little taken back but also intrigued because, spanish?? who?? what?? when?? where?? -it was embarrassing to have to tell him you tended to rant in spanish when you were upset but he was completely fine with it! it was a part of you and he had no right to tell you to stop -(he was a little sad that he found out about your spanish speaking abilities for the wrong reason though poor baby) -to him, your voice when you talked in spanish was different than the one when you talked in english or korean. -it was a good different. a really good different if you get my gist -(this dude was literally getting a stiffy from you scolding him about not picking up after himself what a loser-) -the tone you use and the way you pronounce words in spanish when scolding him is also a lot scarier than it is in any other language so you best believe he’s picking up after himself and trying his best to not upset you again -because despite the fact he loves the way you talk in spanish he wouldn’t want to get hit with a ‘chancla’ like you promised to do so oh so many times before when ranting at him -when you both get a little further into your relationship through the course of a few years he tends to push your buttons from time to time to let the latina side of you come out to either scold him or praise him -(either way he’s into it) -but other than those few times where he gets scared of your ranting or turned on he doesn’t mind it -he thinks it’s cool that you know another language besides korean and english!! -he even tries to learn some simple phrases for you but fails miserably -“y-yo, te quiero, m-macho?” -“yoosung i love you with all my heart and more but it’s mucho, not ‘macho’ sweetheart.” -“mc it’s the thought that counts now please kiss me and tell me i did good.” -he loves your latina side and your spanish rants and you love him so everything is right with the world -(also he gets turned on by you speaking spanish, so, there’s a that ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

ZEN -when you first went to visit him at his house he was beyond s h o o k -you were so pretty? your features were so different than the ones of other girl’s in south korea and it was just a blessing to look at you?? -doesn’t say anything about your race though because like yoosung and the rest of the RFA he fell in love with your personality and kindness and not how you looked like -as time passes and you both begin dating he casually asks you about your race and you tell him where you’re from and that you’re hispanic and he’s just like: “nice” -he always just assumed you spoke spanish but never asked you about it -it wasn’t until you caught him smoking outside the balcony did your latina side truly unleash itself and right then and there he heard you speak in spanish -it wasn’t the sweet tone with romantic phrases behind him that he was expecting but it was definitely..something -“que trías con esas pinches chingaderas? hueles horrible zen!! tú sabes que no me gusta que fumes and todavía lo haces, como un pinche idiota!” -(translation: what are you doing with those fucking things? you smell horrible zen!! you know i don’t like that fact that you smoke and yet you still do it, like a fucking idiot!) -“bABE IM SORRY PLEASE STOP YELLING AT ME IN SPANISH” -you tell him everything you previously said in korean and ignore him for a few hours just to calm yourself down because it had been a while since you had unleashed that side of you to anyone -later into the evening he came up to you with a bouquet of roses -“para ti, mi amor único” -(translation: for you, my one true love) -you were blushing and smiley because your cute babe just spoke spanish to you!! his accent may have been thick but that’s what made it even more endearing!! gAAAHH -“mc, i’m so sorry, i promise i’ll try my best to stop smoking, just for you.” -GAAAAHHHH -the other few times you ranted to him in spanish weren’t as unexpected and brutal as the first -most of the time you would accidentally rant to him in spanish about something stupid someone did or about little things that angered you or made you happy -though he didn’t speak spanish himself, he learned to tell the differences between your angry and passionate tones as time passed -you were beyond grateful and so was he for having such a cute girlfriend who could speak so many languages!! -you were so talented he loved you!! -(and you loved him too)

JAEHEE -she could tell you were a different ethnicity from her -she never mentioned it though because that would be rude and she assumes you’d tell her about it sooner or later into your relationship!! -but you didn’t. -you never once brought it up -the only way she found out you could even speak spanish was one night when jumin was being a little harsh with her despite them having cut off any business ties together -he was going on and on about how astonished he was your guy’s cafe was making any profit whatsoever and that he would be there for y'all when things went into the dump -you were not happy -jaehee didn’t even feel bad about jumin’s comments, she had thick skin and jumin was always harsh -despite the fact jaehee brushed off the comments you took them to heart and just started screaming at jumin in another language “y quien te dio el pinche derecho de decider que le va pasar a nuestra tienda? vete a la verga cara de gato, pinche desgraciado.” -(and who gave you the fucking right to decide what’s gonna happen to our shop? go fuck yourself you cat faced fucking disgrace.) -jumin spoke many languages or at least understand many and could make out bits and pieces of your little outburst -him, being beyond embarrassed and ashamed, excused himself from your cafe and left -jaehee was s h o o k -you had always stood up for her in the chat rooms but you always did so in a calm manner but this time something was different?? -you had finally snapped?? -she was a little embarrassed but also happy that you stood up for her -(she did scold you a little though after having you explain to her what you said in spanish) -“i love you MC but never call jumin a ‘cat face’ ever again.” -she didn’t mind you having little outbursts where you started ranting in spanish every once in a while -she thought it was healthy to let out pent up feelings, she did the same with judo and you with your rants -though she did admit she preferred you ranting passionately about something you loved rather than telling the rude customer who was flirting with jaehee to “go fuck himself” in spanish while continuing on to rant about how ugly his shoes and entire outfit were -she loves you a lot though and would always be there to handle things in a calmer manner when you had your outbursts -overall your rants in spanish and culture as a whole were another unique part of you to love and she was willing to put up with your spanish rants and strange latina quirks as long as you were willing to put up with her -y'all are just happy and in love

JUMIN: -like jaehee he knew right from the moment he saw you at his front doorstep that you were a different ethnicity -he didn’t even bother to say anything about it because he was just so glad to see someone as beautiful as you there to help him -even after the chaos with elizabeth and the party he still hadn’t bothered to say anything -babe was so blinded by both love and your beauty that he didn’t even notice your differences -it wasn’t until you told off elizabeth the 3rd in spanish did he realize that you were a different ethnicity -your scolding to the cat went a little something like: -“elizabeth! no chingas baby que trías? tiraste el vino de tu papá hace un ratito y ahora estás rasguñándome! cálmate antes que hagas más travesuras.” -(translation: elizabeth! don’t fuck around like this baby what’s up with you? you spilled your dad’s wine a little while ago and now you’re scratching at me? you better calm down before you make even more of a mess.) -you were truly something. not a bad 'something’ though!! he loved the fact you spoke a different language he hardly understood and that you were so different from him -he had little to no exposure to your culture so to be engaged to someone and get to learn about an entirely different world was exciting! -he gets confused when you rant to him in spanish but he tries his best to learn the language for you -“my love, i want to be able to understand you on an even deeper level. that’s why i’ve hired a tutor to teach me spanish.” -“jumin you really don’t-” -“no, please allow me to become closer to you through this.” -“o-ok??” -he enjoys when you rant to him in spanish a lot though because it helps him practice -“es un hijo de puta!” -“you just called the guy who owns the bakery shop from down the street a 'motherfucker’!” -“yes!! good job honey!!” -jumin overall is just really happy to have you as a partner that he doesn’t mind you ranting, as long as it’s not in public -he’s not ashamed of you or your rants!! god no, it’s just he’s afraid someone’s gonna hear you talking trash about the man walking in front of you. -sometimes he’ll scold you if your rants are about other people and they’re really mean but most of the time he just listens intently to your outbursts -he loves it when your rants are about something you love -your eyes get all sparkly and your spanish gets choppy and rushed and you keep switching in between all the languages you know to try to express your feelings properly -it’s the cutest thing to witness for him! even more so than watching elizabeth the third wake from her naps -he loves you and your latina side to you so he has never minded it, he embraces it and will be there to listen to your rants whenever and wherever

SAEYOUNG: -this little shit of course knew your ethnicity from the background check -he cracked a joke in spanish in the chat room that at first made you sick to the stomach because he fucking knew that you spoke spanish but after a moment of panic you laughed it off and shot back a flirty remark in spanish that left him quiet for a few seconds which surprised both yoosung and jaehee(who were also in the chat room) -“wow MC you’re amazing!! i don’t know what you said but you made seven go quiet, and usually he never shuts up” yoosung had typed -you were a little embarrassed he knew about your ethnicity but happy he was able to speak spanish to you when you two talked over the phone, it had been forever since anyone besides your family had done that -you didn’t even think anyone in the entirety of south korea spoke spanish but here was seven, a man who knew more languages than you could count on two hands -after the whole chaos between the two of you passed and you’re settled down as a couple he finds out about your constant rants through you telling him off for not eating properly: -“deja de comer puras chingaderas saeyoung! te preparó sena y todavía tragas esas sabritas como cerdo. uno de estos días de vas a morir idiota.” -(translation: stop eating all this fucking garbage saeyoung! i make dinner for you and you still eat those chips like a pig. one of these days you’re gonna die you idiot.) -“MC,, te amo pero por favor cálmate mi amor.” -(translation: MC,, i love you but please calm down my love) -“i hate you saeyoung.” -he doesn’t mind your rants or scoldings directed at him at all though!! -he thinks it’s funny to hear the way you talk about other people, always cursing them out beyond belief (even though sometimes he’s the 'other people’, with you now cursing him out beyond belief) -sometimes he even joins in on your rants! -his spanish is just as good (maybe even better) than yours so you can always understand him -“ese desgraciado estupido.” -(translation: that idiotic disgrace.) -“tú dile MC! ese cara de idiota!” -(translation: you tell em MC! that idiot face!) -“saeyoung did you just say that 'idiot face’??” -“i panicked.” -you ranting at him also helps him snap out of sad depressive episodes and also makes him laugh -no matter how negative your ranting may be he’s always there to put a smile on your face like how you do for him -despite the fact he thinks your rants on “why it’s stupid for the main character in a horror movie to go into a room alone” are really funny and entertaining, he likes your passionate rants about things you love more than anything else in the world -your spanish becomes rushed and you’re so out of breath but so determined to convey your feelings to him it just makes his heart curl -overall he finds your ranting entertaining and is always there to either rant and laugh along with you, or listen and support you -he’s grateful to have such a cute partner he can make fun of other people in another language but also grateful that you’re just there for him and love him

V: (i’m just gonna be honest with y'all, this was the hardest scenario for v to write for me because i can’t see him caring at all. he’s so blinded by love (hAHA) that if his partner had four heads he wouldn’t even notice it unless they pointed it out nonetheless i’m willing to try my best to write out a good scenario!!) -alright so when you two met he was blind, that much was obvious to you -so he couldn’t tell right off the bat that you were hispanic -as you two grew closer and became a couple you convinced him to get eye surgery -which he agreed to because he wanted to see how beautiful you were -(damn it v stop being so sweet you gorgeous blue boy i’m love you-) -though the eye surgery didn’t completely repair his vision he could finally see you clearly now from one of his eyes and he was beyond grateful for that -he could finally see you for all you were and he felt himself melt at the sight of your smiling face when the doctors took the bandages off of him -it’s something he’d never forgot -as his vision got better and you two got deeper into your relationship he witnessed your ranting for the first time -it was a normal day like any other, you and him were taking a walk through the park because he liked to go look at the trees and sky with you now that he could finally see somewhat clearly again!! -while you were there v had accidentally bumped into a passing stranger but was quick to apologize for it -the guy must’ve not being having a good day because the words that spilled from his mouth directed at v were not friendly ones -all of sudden you sprung into action with a fire in your eye v had never seen before, he was sort of afraid you’d kill the guy but instead of physically hitting him you started spewing out to what v and the guy was nothing but pure spanish nonsense -“que le estás diciendo al amor de mi pinche vida hijo de puta? nunca, nunca, nunca, le digas esas pinches tonterías a el o a nadie otra vez o si no te juro que te mató, pinche desgraciado.” -(translation: what are you saying to the love of my fucking life you motherfucker? never, never, never, say all that bullshit to him or anybody else again or i swear i’ll kill you, you fucking disgrace.) -the guy who was telling v off quickly shut up and started walking away, obviously afraid of your words that were practically dripping with venom -v was caught completely off guard the first time and was really confused until you explained to him you tended to rant in spanish from time to time and that you were just really upset at the guy that you didn’t even notice yourself doing it -blue boy was still a little confused and was also now intrigued by your spanish and culture because: wHat the heck,, his beautiful partner spoke another language?? how amazing could they be?? -the second time you ranted to him it was about the outrageous prices on food at the market and he just agreed with you causally, smiling at the same fire in your eyes as you blabbered on -though he couldn’t understand what you were saying he still listened and tried his best to be there with you through all of your rants, good or bad -though you enjoyed the support you couldn’t help but feel bad at the adorable lost puppy look that crossed his features every time you started talking too quickly -he offered to try and learn spanish so he could actually understand what you were saying but after a week of him failing at learning even the simplest of basics you just told him that his confused support was enough -in the end he doesn’t mind hearing you rant because it makes him happy to know that you love and trust him enough that you’re willing to show your hispanic side to him without hesitation -whether that hispanic side be introducing him to the food or yelling on about how terrible your family was he was just happy to be with you -because blue boy loved you and every single little quirk of yours beyond words

SAERAN: -he didn’t care that you were hispanic! -he didn’t even say anything about it when you two started dating despite he fact he knew about it -after all he was the one who got you into the RFA so he knew every little thing there was to know about you -he was just glad to have a partner there to love and support him that you being another race didn’t phase him at all, because why would it? he loved you for who you were and nothing more -the first time he witnessed you ranting you were yelling at saeyoung which surprised both him and his twin -“saeyoung que trías con todo está cochinero? otras personas viven aquí también, sabes eso? pura basura de sabritas y soda, no chinges! te voy a joder bien mal si no recojes toda esta basura!” -(translation: saeyoung what is up with all this mess? other people live in this house too, do you know that? all this garbage of nothing but chips and soda, are you fucking kidding me? i’m gonna fuck you up real bad if you don’t clean up all this garbage.) -“saerAN MC IS YELLING AT ME IN SPANISH PLEASE HELP” -he was surprised at how someone as sweet and understanding as you could snap so quickly -to be honest he was a little afraid of how quickly you spoke and just how harsh you sounded but his face remained stoic -he didn’t say anything about it because he was afraid you’d snap at him next but you did no such thing -after calming yourself down you embarrassingly explained that you tended to rant in spanish without knowing it -he only gave you a quick nod of understanding and just left it at that -you tended to rant less and less around him because you assumed it annoyed him but it was the exact opposite -it entertained him to no end since he understood some of your cursing -just to see the sweet little MC everyone knew and love to menacingly threaten someone in spanish was a sight to behold -he finally confronted you about it when you didn’t rant in front of him at all -“i’m not good at these types of things but, are you alright MC?” -“i’m fine honey, why?” -“you, y-you don’t talk quickly in spanish anymore. did i do something that made you want to stop?” -both of you just stared at each other for a while before you explained to him that you just assumed it annoyed him so you stopped but he begrudgingly told you that he found it funny and to not stop doing it for anyone -you were all smiley and red because saeran barley spoke his true feelings and though his little speech to you was short it still made you really happy :,) -you continued to rant in spanish about anything and everything and he was always there to smile slightly and look at you like you were the only thing that mattered in the universe -god he loved you, and your unintelligible ranting

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Better Eight Than Never --- Chapter 46: Two steps back.

“Attention!” Sheldon shouted from the darkness, followed by a flashlight flicking on. Despite wearing Oz’s mask Hachi still cringed at the sudden change of light; this was not helping the amount of stress she was currently under.

"They cut the power!" Simon cried, pressing their hands against their forehead. “And we’re blocked in, it’s over, it’s all over! Nonononono...”

Sheldon cleared his throat, but was cut off by Toda swearing and pulling his hat off to hide his face in.

Hachi clenched her hands into fists and attempted to steady her rapid breathing. “I’m sorry.” She said. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t prepare us for this, we’re trapped, and we might die, and it’s all my fault.”

“It’s not your fault.” Bato assured immediately. “It’s really not.”

Despite her best attempts, her fear only grew worse and worse. It felt like one shift when she’d woken up to the ground shaking, the power went out, and the dome caved in. It was the most frightening time of her life… well, until recently. She’d been cut off from everyone, and trapped for three whole shifts in total darkness, had she not gotten a refill on her drinking water she was sure she would have died… alone, in the dark.

“ATTEEEEEENTION!” Sheldon shouted, stomping one of his feet. Hachi looked up, thoroughly startled by this outburst. "Do we have any more injuries?!"

Jill stood up straighter, in what she seemed to think was ‘soldier-like’. "We are fine, sir!”

“Oh, no no, that’s not necessary..!” Sheldon reassured quickly. “But fear not! We still have hope!” He gestured upward dramatically, then stepped a couple of steps to his right and pointed upward again, to a trapdoor just overhead. "Through this we can get into the vents and make our way to the roof! We cannot let this precious opportunity go to waste! We will open up that wall, for my Grandpappy may have left something down there he was hiding for just this sort of circumstance! Perhaps some sort of weapon prototype…!"

Bato looked up, and then back down at his mother. "Will you be able to get out that way?" He asked.

Tanya paused, then took a deep breath. "I'll try. But if nothing else, I can stay here until things have been taken care of."

Bato frowned. "But--"

"You kids getting out is what's important right now." She interrupted him. "I won't be much help like this anyway. I'll be fine."

“Look, even if we get out, we can’t… we can’t win!” Simon exclaimed. “Ophelia’s got that barrier, and ink can’t go through it, and defeating her is the only thing we can do to stop this.”

“Wait wait--” Sheldon said, turning to his workbench and picking up the pistol Hachi had let him borrow. “Doesn’t this thing fire metal, and not ink?”

Hachi blinked. “Of course! That’ll get through the field no problem! Just… one problem. It’s range isn’t near long enough to be able to… well, be lethal at a big distance, which is an issue.”

“Hmmm...” Sheldon replied. “How’s the bullet propelled?”

“Well, when you cock it, ink pressure builds up behind the bullet, and is released when you fire. Sort of like ink shots but with.. well… metal.” She said. “At least, that’s my understanding...”

“Then what we need is a bigger gun!” He exclaimed, then cautiously made his way into the ruined shop and came back with a giant sniper rifle.

“An E-litre?” Simon asked. “I mean, if any weapon can do it, it’ll be that one.”

“Indeed!” Sheldon said as he dropped it onto the workbench, which wasn’t even long enough to support the entire thing. “You go investigate downstairs, I’ll work on modifying this charger for optimal function, given the circumstances.”

Hachi nodded. “If… you go looking in these ink puddles, you might find more pistols, if you end up breaking the bullets.”

“Does that mean… I can dissect one?” He asked. “Such mechanisms, I’ve never seen anything like it before, except in like, ancient weaponry but those never seemed to have much of a purpose, after all such records showed that it wasn't based on any liquid whatsoever! Furthermore--”

Bato cleared his throat. “Sorry bud, I’d love to sit and listen, but we don’t have much time. Catch me up on your thoughts later?”

“Righty-o!” He exclaimed. “Can do!”

"We're going to need more than one light." Jill pointed out.

Hachi paused, then opened one of the mask’s menus and turned on a spotlight. “Here.”

“… Finally! Something has an easy solution!” Jill smiled.

“Finally...” Toda agreed.

"We need to get to work." Simon said, and headed toward the stairs. "We don't have much time. We need to see what’s on the other side of that wall.”

“Feel free to use anything you find!” Sheldon said.

“Thanks for everything Sheldon.” Bato said, grunting as he stood up. "Stepmom...? Do you need anything?"

"I'm fine, sweetie, just do what you need to." Tanya replied, giving a small, but forced, smile.

Bato sighed, then turned to Hachi. “Lead the way.”

She nodded, then cautiously advanced to the stairs, and descended into the deeper darkness. The scenery around them seemed so much more sinister without the overhead lighting, although the light quality wasn’t too much worse, if she was going to be perfectly honest. She carefully stepped up to the excavation site and hung back. “I’ll stand here, I’m the light I can’t… get in the way.”

“Do you need company?” He asked her with a frown.

“I’ll be fine.” She said firmly, trying to keep her head steady while Toda examined the wall.

"Well, no time like the present." He said, before raising his foot and driving it at the damp, crumbling wall. However, one thing that he had failed to consider is that while the wall was weakening and a bit rough around the edges it was still, in fact, a concrete wall, and he howled in pain and staggered back.

“What the hell did you do that for?” Hachi demanded.

“I… I wanted to get it done faster?” He said sheepishly.

“Are you okay?” Simon asked as they stepped up to him.

“Yeah.” He replied quickly. “But that answers that question, we need tools for this.”

Bato looked around. "Did Sheldon leave that hammer down here?"

“No idea...” Simon replied.

“Hey guys, how about this?” Jill said, holding up a shovel.

Bato took the shovel and looked it over. "This might work." He said, then stepped up and stabbed the wall with the shovel’s blade. As he moved away, there was a fine line imprinted in the surface of the wall, and a few loose pebbles fell away.

“Yeah, that seems like it’s working!” Jill beamed.

“I’ll take over when you get tired.” Simon offered.

Bato nodded and began to hack some more at the wall, and Hachi couldn’t help but feel ill at ease. She couldn’t move at all from where she stood, and while in front of her was a beam of light, she was all too aware of the darkness all around her. She tried to reassure herself that there was nothing else down there with them, but there was only so much she could do with so much already on her mind. All she could do was watch them work and scrape at the wall. Jill’d ran off and grabbed a crowbar from wherever it was that she’d found the shovel and joined Bato in chipping away, until finally they both stepped back. Before them was a hole about an inch wide, and a pile of dust.

Bato brushed at the hole with his fingertips. "Well, there's a start," He murmured.

Simon leaned and surveyed the progress before turning toward Hachi. "Hey, do you think you could see through this?" They asked.

She blinked, then stepped forward "... See through? I-I could fit through this hole."

"You could?" Toda asked in surprise, glancing at her, then at the hole, then back at her.

"... Yeah?" She said slowly. "You can't?"

Toda paused, looking back at the hole again. ".. It'd be awfully tight." He muttered, his expression a bit dubious.

“Are you kidding me?” She asked. “I had to fit through holes half that size in training.”

“Uh huh.” Simon muttered.

She grimaced. “I can transform and fit through that, I swear!”

Bato paused, then shook his head. "I'll see if I can get it a little wider before we send anyone back there." He said, then stepped back up to the hole and hacked at it once more.

She huffed in annoyance and folded her arms. Why didn’t they believe her? She just had to sit back and watch while Bato and Jill passed their tools off to Toda and Simon and kept trying to widen the hole. Above them in the plaza they heard activity of some kind, which urged them to work faster. They finally stepped aside once the hole was nearly doubled in size.

“I think that’s good.” Simon said, setting aside their shovel.

“You’ll let me through now?” Hachi asked.

“Well, the sooner we find out what’s on the other side, the better.” Bato said.

As soon as he finished speaking she charged at the wall and jumped, transforming through the hole and back in a single fluid motion. When she changed back though, she hit her head on a hard surface and cringed. “Ow!”

"You alright? What's back there?" Bato asked.

“Not sure… hold on.” She said, then took a brief stock of what was around her. There wasn’t much room around her, and even for how short she was she had to duck. Right in front of her was this large slick panel of.. glass? And above her was a small metal lip which rested against the concrete and quite possibly was what began to wear it away. “Well, there’s something here...” She concluded, brushing some dirt off the glass surface to get a better look. It was resting over… these multitudes of tiny dots… Which she realized with horror were pixels. She brushed away more dirt, and found the upper rim was curved. She punched a quick calculation into the mask and gasped. If this was an even circle, it could be up to eight feet in diameter. “… Guys… we found its eye.” She said. “The Octomaton… It’s real… and it’s huge...”

“How big?” Simon asked.

“This eye is bigger than I am!” She exclaimed, then turned around with a little difficulty to face the hole in the wall. “The other octo weapons were… the size of a few rooms, or maybe like.. a house? If this is the eye… It’s going to be much… much much much much bigger than that!”

“Okay, okay come out of there.” Bato said.

Hachi gripped the hole with both hands and transformed through, accidentally shining her mask’s lights in Bato’s face as she changed back. “Sorry...”

“It’s okay.” Bato reassured quickly. “What do we do?”

“I think we need to break through this wall more than ever.” Simon said.

“Agreed.” Toda said.

“I already have blisters though...” Jill frowned.

“We’ll ask Sheldon for band-aids if it gets really bad.” Simon said. “Let’s get back to work.”

Hachi stepped away from the wall and sighed as she watched more progress be made on the hole. She was beginning to worry that this was just some huge waste of time… What could they even do on the other side? So they’d found the eye, it wasn’t like that was an access hatch! She couldn’t bring herself to speak up. They finally were doing something they felt could save them. They were doing something, anything, to fight back.

How long until they gave up?

She watched the countdown timer, feeling a little sick as the hours kept slipping away from them, but finally Toda slumped back against the wall. "We've already spent so much time at this, we don't have time to uncover the whole thing." He said.

“I agree...” Hachi said immediately.

“What if we just break it?” Simon asked.

“I have no idea...” She frowned. “I don’t know how tough it is, that might take some work…”

“I don’t have much more of that in me...” Toda admitted.

“We have to remember, this is a war weapon.” She continued. “It’s plating could be incredibly durable, if we had all day we might be able to break through it...

"But we don't." Simon concluded, rubbing their forehead.

"... So what can we do?" Toda asked, looking between the other four.

"We've hit a dead end..." Simon muttered. "But we've spent so much time on this! we can't just... uuurghh!!!!" They started pacing, growing agitated.

“How much time to we have left?” Bato asked.

Without warning, the ground shook, and Hachi feared for a brief moment that it was too late… but then a rhythmic thudding permeated the ceiling above. “A… A baseline?” She asked, her voice cracking ever so slightly.

“What are they doing?” Simon asked.

“I… I mean they could just be motivating themselves to work.” Hachi said. “We listen to songs all the time, and we sing, just to keep going… but… I don’t think that’s it. Is Ophelia here already?”

“Either way, it can’t be good.” Bato murmured.

“Wait, Hachi, turn off that light for a moment.” Jill said.

“What?” Hachi winced. “Why?”

“I need to see something!” Jill exclaimed. “Please, just for a moment!”

Hachi stared, but then turned off the light, shuddering as they were enveloped in darkness.

But it wasn’t total darkness. A faint purple glow came from within the hole in the wall, and ever so slowly a small orb of purple light floated out of the wall, followed by another, and another, and soon there were clouds of them rising up through the ceiling.

“Wh… What’s that?” Hachi asked.

“That’s… one of the lights that shows up at Splatfest.” Bato said. “Oh dear Judd… they’re coming from the Octomaton.”

The lights swirled as Simon moved to the wall, faintly illuminated as they put their ear to the cold concrete. “… They’re playing City of Color. The song the Sisters always sing at Splatfest.”

"We need to get back up and find out what's going on up there." Bato said.

Hachi turned the light back on. “Ophelia must be up there by now, we need to get moving.” She said, then turned and started to briskly lead the way back up to Sheldon’s shop, ears pinned back against her head.

As they came back into the shop, Tanya was struggling to try to get up, bad leg threatening to buckle. "What's going on?" She asked.

"Tanya, don't try to stand up!" Jill said.

“Agreed.” Bato said.

"Look, we don't know what's going on out there, that's part of the problem." Simon said with a huff.

“Can you please be just a little quieter?” Sheldon asked from where he was leaned over his workbench. “I am nearly finished with this adaption!”

Tanya sighed, then she slowly sank back down to the floor, though she kept her good leg drawn close to her body so she could try and rise again if she needed to.

“Why are they playing Squid Sisters songs?” Simon muttered, then paused as there was a break as the song outside ended… only to start right back up again. “Oh, my bad, Squid Sister’s SONG.”

“Look, if the Octomaton is responding to it, then that means that this might be how they’re trying to activate it.” Bato said.

“If this song is what would activate it, why would you dummies play it during your Splatfests?” Hachi scoffed. “Do the Sirens think through anything at all!?”

“Sirens?" Sheldon asked, looking up from his work. Likewise Tanya looked up sharply, but her expression was much more surprised than confused.

Hachi grimaced. “Nevermind.”

“Look, we need a firm plan.” Simon said, starting to pace. “We don’t know how many are out there… They’ll all be armed...” They took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. “Ok... Ok... We try to shoot Ophelia... and then we... run like hell."

"That's it?" Jill asked. “That’s our big plan?”

"Yes." Simon replied. "That's it. If we miss, they'll be after us in a second. We run away, maybe we survive and fight another day.”

“There’s not going to be another day!” Hachi exclaimed. “This thing emerges, your city is doomed! They know where all of you live, you can’t just hide!”

"We'll just.. run." Simon said. “We have to, because there’s a chance we’ll make it.”

“Stepmom can’t run!” Bato exclaimed.

"No, I can't." Tanya replied, grunting as she pulled her .52 gal over."But I may be able to buy you kids some time. I might even be able to take a few of them out first. One of the reasons I've always loved this bad boy, it only takes two or three hits to Splat a fellow."

"NO!" Bato shouted. "I'm not leaving you here!!"

"Then I'll stay!" Hachi interjected, stepping forward. "I'm immune to the ink, and I... I'm willing to take a few shots."

"No!" Both Bato and Tanya said at the same time, then Tanya continued. "Hachi, honey, they're going to need you up there. I can't run, and I certainly can't run and fight at the same time, if I try to go with you I'm only going to slow you down, and then you'll have no chance whatsoever. If I can stay here and--"

"NO." Bato said again. "You have to come with us, we're not just going to leave you here!"

"Sweetie--"

"I'M not going to--”

"Bato, hon, please--"

"There has to--"

"BATO TARAFAH EUTHIS, LISTEN TO ME." Tanya snapped, then took a deep breath and continued in a calmer voice. "There isn't any other way!"

"Look... I... I can't run either..." Jill said quietly.

"Jill!" Simon snapped.

"Well I CAN'T! Not like this, you shot me in in the foot! I'm the one of us who has sniping experience, I'll take the gun, and snipe from the roof and give you guys a head start, you can carry Tanya in the backpack!"

"No, Jill." Tanya said firmly. "You'll be the one in the backpack when the time comes."

"But if we want the best chance for everyone to escape, someone has to stay behind and take the shot while everyone else runs! I'm the only one who could hit her from the rooftop!" Jill protested.

"But can you KILL her?!" Simon demanded. "I know you, you’re too nice!”

"I will for you, Simon!!!" Jill said, tears springing to her face. "I know it hasn't felt like it lately, but I really really care about you!!"

"Children..." Tanya said, looking between the two of them; this sounded like it was about to deteriorate quickly.

”Don’t ‘children’ me, I don't have a choice!" Jill said, gripping her weapon tightly.

"Yes you do!" Simon said. "I’ll stay and do it!"

"WHAT?! No!!" Jill said hurriedly.

"Just let me do it." Hachi stepped forward, they didn’t have time for arguing. "I've got the training required for an elite, I can take her down. I have the skill and I have the will!"

“Guys, stop!” Toda exclaimed, and all eyes turned to him. "Look, we can all stand here and shout at each other until the metal monster in the basement comes to destroy us all, but I'm pretty sure no one here is going to be able to convince the others to leave them behind, no matter how convincing their arguments are or how loud they yell. And while I can't speak for the rest of you, I think I'd rather go down fighting."

“Same.” Bato agreed. “This is the last stand.”

Hachi swallowed, then stood more attentively. “… I’ll stay too.”

“… Hug anyone?” Jill asked.

“Yeah.” Simon agreed, wrapping their arms around Jill.

“Hey, can I have one too?” Toda asked.

“Of course!” Jill said. “Hugs for everyone!”

Hachi paused as Toda walked over, then looked at Bato. “… Can I hug you?”

He gave a faint smile. “Yeah, of course.”

“Thanks...” She whispered, then stepped close and hugged him, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the embrace. She felt as thought it might be the last one she’d ever have.

“Well everyone, I did the best I could with these bullets!” Sheldon said, cutting into the moment. “I imagine the bullet might go even further than the range of a normal E-litre shot! However, I had to take the gun completely apart to put it in, which… means that you’ll only be able to fire once every two minutes!”

“… That’s okay.” Hachi said as she pulled away from Bato. “We only have one shot anyway.”

“Hey Sheldon...” Jill said as she pulled away from Simon and Toda. “Since the world is ending, do you mind if I borrow a Splattershot Pro?"

"Yes you may. If any of you have weapons you prefer, go ahead and pick one." He said. "I've done all I can do to help in a technical sense, but I will go to the front lines just the same!" He then reached over and picked up a revolver, nodding in a determined fashion.

“Thanks bud.” Bato said, giving him a thumbs up.

Sheldon gave one back. “Oh yes-yes, which of you is ready to wield my brand new, one of a kind, E-litre custom pro?

“I will.” Hachi said, and stepped over to pick it up. “I know the most about these weapons… I should do it.”

Jill nodded, and she looked… genuinely relieved. “I believe in you Hachi.”

Hachi nodded, then paused and picked up another pistol off the counter. “I’ll bring one of these just in case.”

“Good plan.” Simon agreed. “We should also charge our specials before we go out.”

“Wonderous idea!” Sheldon agreed. “I was about to suggest it myself!”

“I should probably take the Forge Splattershot Pro for this, shouldn’t I?” Jill asked. “Inkzooka will be better than Inkstrike I think...”

“And Kraken will be better than killer wail.” Simon agreed. “I’ll get the slosher deco.”

“We just have to be careful not to hit Hachi with any of those.” Toda pointed out. “We can’t even bubble her, because she’s a different ink color, right?”

“Yeah, she is.” Bato said.

“But, if one of you holds me, I can be in the bubble.” Hachi pointed out. “Perhaps not the most practical use of my time, but I’d rather survive.”

Simon looked around at the assembled group and took a deep breath. "... This is almost it you guys. Let’s do our best.”

Bato nodded, then took a step toward the twins. "... Whatever happens tonight, I want you two to know that you guys have been some of the best friends I could ever have hoped to have, even if our time spent together has been wild since the beginning, I wouldn't trade that for anything."

Toda nodded his agreement.

Jill smiled a little. "Aww... You guys are my favorite squad! I'm so glad we got to meet! Funny that it's going to start and end at the same place."

Bato chuckled a bit. "That's right, we met here. That's kinda funny."

Hachi looked over all of them, then hefted the E-litre. “We’re not going to end here. I swear.” She said. “I… It’s my fault all this happened, I’m going to stop it before it gets worse.”

Bato frowned. “Hachi, it’s not your faul--”

He was cut off as through the wall a roar of applause broke out, accompanied by woops and hollers.

“We don’t have time for this.” Simon said, then paused. “… Autobutts, roll out.”

Hachi shivered as she lowered into a sniping position along the edge of the Booyah Base’s roof. Since they’d last been out the sun had set beneath the horizon, which had left their foes plenty of time to dominate the plaza. Soldiers were everywhere, and several flying saucers hovered in the sky, occasionally firing off Inkstrikes. Despite this, the busiest part of the plaza was the center, where’d they dug up the ground to reveal a circle of metal with an octarian insignia in the middle, a beam of moonlight drawing ever closer to it. Off to the left the Great Zapfish was finished being dragged from it’s place on the tower, and was now being held down by rubber-coated chains and a whole battalion of soldiers.

Naturally, Ophelia was impossible to miss among all the action, she had positioned herself on the balcony in front of the Squid Sister's studio, said Sisters were on either side of her, and the three of them were all dressed in glittering golden armor, and with brilliant headdresses, and Ophelia had a bejeweled scepter that gleamed in the moonlight. The lights on Ophelia's clothes flashed in several patterns and could have almost been called the end-all be-all freshness were it not for her devilish smile as she anticipated the revival of the greatest, or at least most deadly, weapon they’d ever made.

"Holy mackerel." Toda whispered as he lay down nearby. “They did a number on this place...”

“Figures it’s right in the middle...” Bato murmured. “That’s right where the spawner marking was.”

“Ironic...” Hachi muttered as she zoomed in on Ophelia. “Shit, she’s wearing armor on her front… I might have to wait until she turns around to snipe.”

She watched Ophelia as patiently as she could as she sprang off the balcony to the ground level, Callie and Marie right behind her. The soldiers all parted for her, and saluted, in such a uniform fashion that she knew she would have followed along with just a few shifts prior… Watching that sickening smile of hers made her feel so uncomfortable. She’d taken everything from her, she’d chopped off her tentacles, and was going to end her life… She grimaced as Ophelia not only continued to face her way, but started to talk to Orion. The left side of his face was swollen and purpled, his mechanical eye switched off. Just then Ophelia stabbed her scepter down at the ground, and began to shout loud enough for them to hear. "Send an assault force into that building! NOW! I WON'T have my grand moment ruined by those filthy mudfish!"

Orion grimaced and replied too quietly to hear, but then gestured at some elite soldiers who then grabbed various heavy weaponry, such as bazookas, and began to head for Sheldon's shop. They had such a limited window… Come on Ophelia, turn around… She was beginning to pace back and forth in front of the circle, and she took aim, grimacing. Her pacing was too quick, if she fired she was bound to miss…

Ophelia finally stopped pacing and spread her arms wide, and the squid sister’s music faded out, being replaced by her own commanding voice. "My loyal forces! It is nearly time for our decimation of Inkopolis!!"

She shuddered as a cheer ran through the crowd, and Callie and Marie walked forward, forming a triangle around the metal sigil. As the moonlight began to hit the circle’s rim, a light came on, and then two more as the moonlight touched them. She was running out of time… She took aim at Ophelia’s neck, the least armored part of her body. Even if this didn’t kill her, it would still make it so she would be unable to give orders… But what if the range wasn’t as good as promised? She wavered, trying to steady her breathing.

She twitched her finger toward the trigger…

And then the circle shuddered and burst up from the ground, revealing a tall, ten-foot-high tower… right between her and Ophelia. She wanted to scream. She should have taken the shot. She should have just done it!

And then Ophelia began to sing, her voice sending shivers down her back. Like every time Ophelia sang, she felt this compelling that she didn’t understand; A compelling which now that she was ignoring felt psychologically painful. The song was joined by Callie and Marie, and a thick band of colored lights came on on the base of the tower, bright purple in color. Some lights turned off in a pattern to create a picture of an octopus. She couldn’t wait any longer for Ophelia to come back into sight. She swung the barrel of her gun around and took aim at Callie.

“Hachi!” Bato hissed from beside her. “Hachi what are you doing!? We can't hurt the Sisters!"

"It's her or the world." She hissed back, trying to focus. Out of the corner of her vision she saw a second band of lights turned on, green with squid patterns. She had to stop Callie from singing… not… kill her. She dipped the barrel of her gun, aimed at her legs, and gave herself a mental countdown.

Three…

Two…

One…

BOOM!

“AHHHHHH!”

Callie crumpled to the ground, right as the top band, bright yellow in color with… some sort of strange squid pattern flashed on. She’d been too late again.

The tower gave a whir so loud it shook the earth and began to spin, all the while the plaza’s speakers rang loud with Ophelia’s cackles. Hachi lowered the rifle, feeling sick. “I’m sorry...” She said, not sure if anyone could hear her. “I’m so sorry…”

The rooftop shook as soldiers began to land alongside them, weapons drawn and about to attack, when the tower in the plaza split apart to reveal a hole. And from that hole, an octarian tentacle with a bright green X on it burst forth, stretching toward the sky, and the earth shook tremendously as the tentacle fell and flopped to the ground, lifeless. Hachi couldn’t believe her eyes, and neither could her friends or the soldiers around them. They all stood there, frozen. The Octomaton was dead?

"NO!" Ophelia screeched, her tentacles coiling up like springs. "NO NO NO!!!! ORVOKKI! EXPLAIN!” And with that she stormed up to the fallen Callie, picking her up with her tentacles and leaving her dangling in her grasp.

Callie’s expression was pained, but she still smiled, speaking loud enough to be picked up by Ophelia’s microphone. “Me and Marie… we sung to it… every month… We made a song… with the tune… to make it give off the beacons.”

"They drained its power supply." 'Marie' said, stepping up to her. "They killed it little by little, making it use up it’s reserve battery. It’s likely been dead for a while.”

“Clever...” Bato murmured.

Hachi nodded in agreement and took notice of the soldiers who had originally come down to fight them were now stepping in alongside them on the edge of the roof, watching the scene below.

Ophelia shouted in rage and threw Callie across the plaza, causing her to give a weak yelp. “MUST I DO EVERYTHING MYSELF!?” She demanded, then twisted her scepter and tore a sheath off of the bottom, revealing a thin, sharp blade inside. She then stepped up to the tentacle and swung her scepter, severing it from the machine. "ORION! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!"

Orion heeded her orders immediately, stepping over and kneeling down.

"POWER THE OCTOMATON!" She commanded.

Orion looked up sharply. “… You want me to what?”

Ophelia reached down and ripped off Orion's mask."BECOME THE OCTOMATON!" She shouted, and gestured at the hole where the tentacle once stood.

Orion stood, tentacles writhing and coiling. “No.”

"YOU WILL! THAT WAS AN ORDER!!!" Ophelia said, then snapped her fingers.

Hachi’s world became a blur as over the speakers a familiar beat began to play. Without thinking she got on one knee and dipped her head in respect, as did the soldiers around her. This song was one of DJ Octavio’s mixes, the former king of the octolings, may he rest in peace… “All hail the king.” She said before she could help it.

“As you wish, your majesty.” Orion said, and Hachi lifted her head and watched as Orion stepped into the shallow hole left when Ophelia had removed the old tentacle. Orion jammed his hands into the pool of ink that remained, and then screamed in pain as robotic claws dug into his arms and dragged him under the surface.

The music stopped, and the reality of what just happened hit her like a wave. That was horrible, that was…

The ground heaved, and a tentacle shot out of the hole, wearing the black hue of an elite, and lashed out at the Great Zapfish, wrapping around it and pulling it down into the machine. The octolings alongside them on the roof decided to turn tail and flee, and Hachi grabbed Bato’s arm for comfort.

The ground shook harder, and cracks began to appear in the concrete, but Ophelia did not move from where she stood. When the tentacle emerged again, she slashed it with her scepter in two quick strikes, forming an X in the flesh. “RISE OCTOMATON! LEVEL THE CITY!”

The tentacle lashed, and then wrapped around her, lifting her into the air.

She seemed startled for a moment, but then gave another slash at the tentacle with her scepter. “PUT ME DOWN!” She demanded, but the Octomaton paid no heed, coiling and then plunging into the depths. Even though she was out of sight, the plaza’s speakers broadcast her screams, which grew in intensity before being cut off in static.

It took all of her will not to vomit as she clung to Bato as hard as her trembling fingers could, and he clung back.

The cracks in the pavement grew, and then the ground heaved and began to break apart as an angular head began to rise up from the ground, and cracks began to appear in the rooftop as well. She scrambled backward as best she could, as she shaking grew in intensity. A mechanical tentacle shot up from the ground, so tall she had to crane her neck back to see the top of it, and then the tentacle broke apart at the tip, and condensed to form a sort of four-fingered hand, which came down onto the ground to help push itself free from its underground prison. The head rose higher, and higher, and four tentacles attached to it whirred and shifted before opening up to reveal missile launchers, and these tentacles flexed and shifted, as if testing their full capacity. One of the saucers above began to flee, but a second hand reached up, grabbed, and threw it like a toy before continuing to haul itself from the ground, revealing legs the size of small buildings. It dwarfed everything around it, standing just barely taller than Inkopolis Tower, its electronic eyes flickered on and beamed like spotlights. Its beak flung open and let out a screech, the more horrifying sound she’d ever heard, and then lashed one of its weaponized tentacles at the Tower, breaking off the top and sending it crashing to the ground.

Every solider in the plaza scattered like insects as the Octomaton turned and began to stomp off away from the plaza, its footfalls setting off car alarms and shattering glass. They’d failed. She’d failed.

They’d lost the world.

Bato, Toda, and Tanya are Knitter’s characters

Hachi, Jill, Simon, Orion, Ophelia, and Orvokki are Shuckle’s characters.

Sheldon, Callie and Marie are from Splatoon, which belongs to Nintendo, and was portrayed by Shuckle

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metalskullcowboy · 7 years

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Surround yourself with the things you love, disregard the rest… Hope this motto has helped you find yourself, find peace… I’ve struggled with myself for everything I fucked up, I’ve played different scenarios in my head about how I could’ve done things different but I always go back further back than The last night. I go back to when we were just talking… our first 3 weeks, do you remember any of it? Aside of all the complaining we did about our partners, all the other things we just clicked on… The chemistry between us was strong

I was a troubled child too I walked lost for most of my life Viviendo en la locura Never thought I’d make it past 20 So as I got older I started reading different books about psychology, and different religions, picked up little things here and there, gave myself certain standards, morals to go by Ma'at, Taiji, Dharma… Everything is energy, Vibe the way it will attract positivity into your life! Though I had figured it out, though I knew what I wanted How to live a happy life It sure doesn’t help when you are with someone whos way of seeing things is totally contradicting to yours but then I met you My world changed… the first time I looked into your eyes I felt energy I’ve never experienced before ojos que embrujan? No, this felt like destiny, we were meant to find each other… I didn’t know why but I knew from the beginning that you were special.. Inside those beautiful eyes I found myself getting lost, it’s like I could see right through your soul, much like mine, mistreated, hurt… but refusing to give up on life, giving the world your best smile, I admired your courage and your passion your inner beauty outshined your outer beauty.

I never felt such closure with myself Holding on to you, kissing you.. This is where I truly felt like I had found myself, you brought me joy and calmness, a feeling beyond imagination, you were such an inspiration & I couldn’t help but to adore you, my heart melted for you. I obsessed over needing to keep you around… I needed you.

I still remember the times we spent just talking on the phone, specially the time you were out your house sitting on that green cover We shared stories and realized we had so much in common, such a similar way of thinking that night I heard you say “you are my soulmate” and I believed it more than anything else

Talking to you freed me from addiction.. I remained celibated from the day I met you until the day you took me to your house, and even though that was a short time, I synced with you then more than with anybody before… do you remember me looking you straight in the eyes and asking you “do you know what I truly want with you? I want a relationship” And how could I not? You are the woman of my dreams I was already so deep in love with you I was ready to jump from one boat to another All I wanted was you no matter what If only you felt the same way… I thought you were the one I was meant to be with , so I did anything I could to get closer to you, I broke my rules for you… I knew you weren’t ready for everything I wanted with you, so I thought I would take time and give you space I wanted you to be free spread your wings and watch you fly But our lives at the moment were so tangled up, the only times things seem ok was when we were alone I thought things were starting to fall in place…

The whole time I knew that I was wrong, I had another woman at home and you had him, breaking my vows, sneaking around to see you, but the only person who’s opinion matter to me was with us most of the time.. I admire you as a mom… but it did hurt when I heard her call you a sidechick, it hurt when I heard her give you attitude because you were with me and not him… Those last few days I was so down and I know you could tell, I didn’t want to hurt anybody with my selfishness, but there were already too many people involved in the mess.

Those hickeys.. I never wanted her to know about us messing around, I knew I was gonna break her heart but I did not want to destroy her. You asked why I let you do that.. I guess I got lost in the moment but even as I knew it was happening I let it happen because it felt good to be marked as yours.. in the aftermath I kept lying to the world, but you… My head became twisted lies on top of lies Weighed down heavy on my soul The only thing holding me together was the price at the end of the rope one look into your eyes and I believed it would all be worth it at the end

“You said you wouldn’t and you fucking did”

Our last night… you met with him and I met with her, she asked me to come back, that she was willing to forgive me, things were gonna be different, she begged…and I told her, “it’s too late, things have changed.” I watched her break down in front of me, and I let her walked away… it hurt, but you were all that mattered at the time , I would do anything for you. couple of hours later I hear you say “ I’m going back with him, maybe in six months we can have something” Damn I was the one begging you this time, “please don’t do this, this is our time” Then you said “my body is with you but my heart is with him” My heart sunk to floor with those words… Did I give up everything just to be a side piece… a second option… Was it all just a game to you? Was I the fuckboy? Why did you mark me then? Was I the only one who saw the possibility of having the best relationship of our lives Was I the only who was in love? Did you lie to me or did I lie to myself?

This was Karma… And I felt like the biggest fool.

I played the game to win what is inside your chest, not what’s in between your legs, I loved you before I cheated and I could’ve cared less about the sex…

I knew you were troubled, perhaps you felt stuck between a rock and a hard place But I knew I could not force my way into your life, I could not make this about me or him, I tried to hold back the tears… I knew I had to let you go.. why couldn’t I just disperse into nothing? what happened to needing time on your own, go MIA and dedicate time to your daughter and improve yourself? Things I would’ve love to support you with even if just as a friend But you were going back on your words So I burned my only bridge to you, I thought I wouldnt mind swiming if the bridge was too fucked up to begin with.. I felt apart, things got out of hand, when does telling the truth ever help anyone? It only helps the one person spilling it out So I fucked up, I talked to him, more of a interrogation than a conversation, thought I made sure he understood that I loved you too but would no longer be in the way if he decided to forgive you and try to make it work, I talked to her, made sure she understood That you were more than just crush, you meant alot to me “I felt in love with her” were my first words. Did alot more damaged that way But I was done telling lies Whispers in my ear told me you were never serious about me, all you wanted was to get back to him, used me for your own selfish motives, disregard me when you were done. But I like to believe we were friends before anything, before we became nothing I’m sorry I let you down… Broke your trust, pushed you away, forced you to do something you didn’t want to, put you in a bad situation. See.. to me you are like a star… beautiful, elegant, full of light Others came around before me but they had only been smothering your flame, I wanted to help you shine your brightest, but the closer I got the more I would burn myself I would’ve burn away till I reached your core but I never thought you would slip away

I pray you are doing well, Hope youve been able to solve your issues, and even I put you in a bad situation, hope you’ve been able to come up on top, stronger and wiser than before. Fall in love with yourself, love will come again

P.s…Todavía eres primer pensamiento todas las mañanas….

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leaolivia · 7 years

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Grandpas Of KPOP #The1stMeeting #AreYouMyDaddy?

(Shout out to @infinitebabymonsta for suggesting this a million years ago and me finally getting around to it!)

Sunggyu: Hello everyone I would like to welcome you the very first meeting of the Grandpas of Kpop or the G.O.K. as some of the younger kids suggested I should call it.

Suga: Aren’t you suppose to be in the Army?

Suho: Why does he have to be an Army? Gahd aren’t there still some Exo L’s in the world??

Taeyong: Wow

Jaebum: Is he serious?

Woozi: Did anyone bring alcohol?

Sunggyu: *sighs* I am in the army, but I got out early for good behaviour.

JinJin: I’m pretty sure that’s not how it work-

Taeil: I’m pretty sure no one asked you. I have a question. What is the point of having all of these “old at heart” idols here? It feels like I’m at a Future Funerals Anonymous meeting.

MJ: Wait, is that a thing?

Sunggyu: No it’s not, and Taeil I just wanted us to be able to gather in one place and offer support to each other.

Jaebum: Can we all agree that the only support most of truly need is Life Support?

Xiumin: Well think there’s nothing wrong with having some group meetings. I think we all do need an outlet to express our true feelings and emoti–

Suga: Pardon me for interrupting, but this is boring and I want to go home.

Woozi: Father?

Taeyong: ….This is getting weird.

Suho: Fine! I’ll start off! As many of you may know, I’m in a lot of these support groups. And every time I attend a meeting I make a friend and I come to a realization that even though I may be old at heart I am young in min-

Shownu: *snores*

Jaebum: Oh wow, I didn’t even know someone from Monsta X was here.

Taeyong: To be fair, no one ever notices when Monsta X is here.

MJ: *chuckles*

Suho: I CAN’T WORK IN THIS KIND OF ENVIRONMENT SUNGGYU! I DESERVE JUST AN OUNCE OF RESPECT!

Sunggyu: Honestly Suho, If a little snoring at the old folks home is going to bother you so bad then maybe you should consider retiring as a grandpa and as a leader.

Woozi: WAIT I FOUND THE ALCOHOL! Rewind everything back then repeat!

Jaebum: I also feel like I should take this time to tell everyone to buy Never Ever on Itunes. It’s a soulful upbeat song that expresses a man’s true feelin–

Suga: I’m going to the bathroom *leaves*

Shownu: *wakes up* Woah! Can we promote here too?! Everyone Monsta X is coming back and if you could all at least watch the video and I don’t know stream the song then maybe I can get a cell phone one day.

Taeyong: You don’t have a cell phone?

Taeil: Better question, Do you even know how to use one?

Shownu: Well no, but I was talking to Jooheon earlier and he was trying to tell me about some apps he heard about like “The Instagram” and “The Snapchat”.

MJ:

Woozi: I may be an old grumpy son of a gun but to be honest I really can’t relate to half of you old timers.

Sunggyu: So why did you come?

WoozI *takes a deep breath* Mostly because for a long time I had been searching for someone. My whole life I had thought my parents were the people I grew up with but not to long ago my mother told me that my father was someone else. Someone who would be here toda-

Suga: *walks back in* Um so you may want to invest in some air freshener and probably a new faucet too Sunggyu….no real reason, but um you probably should.

Sunngyu: Oh God.

Taeil: This feels like one of those trashy tv programs where people go to find out who the father is…except this is boring, unentertaining and no one is screaming “Jerry! Jerry!”

Suho: WAIT IS SUGA WOOZI’S FATHER????

Xiumin: How is that even possible?

JinJin: The math doesn’t actually work at all guys.

Sunggyu: Sorry, I’m still stuck on the fact that my bathroom just saw WW3

Taeyong: *whispers to Taeil* That movie came out already?

Suga: Can someone explain to me why the short kid from Seventeen is looking at me?

Woozi: Because you’re my dad Yoongi

MJ:

Taeyong:

Suho:

Xiumin:

Taeil:

JinJin:

Shownu:

Suga: Um JB, What’s the name of your new song again?

Jaebum: Never Ever?

Suga: Exactly.

Shownu: Anddddd I think that I’m going to go back to sleep.

Woozi: B-but

Sunggyu: I think we should end the meeting and call it a night.

Taeyong: But it’s 6:30pm

MJ: Woahhh it’s late! Come one JinJin we need to get back home!

Suho: I still have time to go make dinner for the guys. This is great.

Taeil: And we can swing by Ten’s dorm and see if he’s still alive Taeyong! Let’s go!

Jaebum: I guess I’ll just go back home too then, Come on Shownu I’ll drop you off. We know your group can’t afford a car.

Xiumin: Brutal

Shownu: But true

Suga: Bye everyone, I can’t guarantee that I’ll come to the next one-

Sunggyu: *under his breath* Or that you’ll even be invited.

Suga: But it wasn’t a bad as I thought. Catch you all some other time….um except for you Woozi. I kinda think we should stay apart and avoid the awkwardness….and the child support payments.

Woozi: I understand.

JinJin: Again, the math doesn’t work out guys.

Sunngyu: Bye everyone! Have a goodnight! I’ll be turning in and calling it a night too after I clean my bathroom!

Suga: *from parking lot* USE THE GOOD BLEACH!

Sunggyu:

Sunggyu: God.

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certifiedskywalker · 7 years

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Su Vida - Cassian Andor

Hi ! I've seen that the requests are open, may I ask something with cassian ? Where the reader is actually a badass commander but that is also very fragile and hurt ? Like, she's strong, skilled, sarcastic but also weak because of her past that sometimes comes back to her mind ... I don't know if I've explained myself well but I'm sure you can do something beautiful 😊

Sorry I just sent you a request but I forgot to ask if you could also insert something in Spanish like some comforting words or so ... sorry I'm a bit of a mess 😅😬

I did my best with this one. It kind of seems like one I wrote before but a little more in depth, I guess??? I’m sorry if I messed up the Spanish, I’m not a native speaker.

Anyone who said working with the Rebel Alliance was easy, was very wrong. Climbing up the ranks was easy for you, but maintaining your role as a high ranking Commander was more complicated than you first thought. You managed to keep a well-respected position and make it all on your own. You had the most wanted skillset as a Rebellion spy and sharpshooter. You showed just how much you listened the Academy by showing off your skills at tactical attack planning. Not only that, but alongside the rest of the Rogue One squad, you lead the surprise attack on Scarif to retrieve the Death Star plans. The near suicide mission left you and your team in shambles. Bodhi was in critical condition for months and everyone else needed care for many weeks after; but you all recovered, more less. As soon as she could, Mon Mothma set up a plethora of missions for you to complete. Some operations required the assistance of your friends Cassian Andor and K2SO, those were the ones you remembered the clearest. Other missions would trigger flashbacks to the battle of Scarif. Most were small recollections you remembered, like running on the sand. Sometimes, when the blaster fire whizzed past your ears, you could almost feel the ground shake with AT-ATs massive steps. You’d become near paralyzed with fear at that point, from which Cassian would shake you, bringing you back to the present. You would get up, fire back at the Empire troops and act like nothing had happened. Cassian on the other hand would remember; the fear he saw in your eyes that shook him to his very core. He’d only seen you with that look once, and that was when you both were certain that death was knocking at the door.

“Y/N, are you here?” He would ask, and you would duck for cover and give him the most sassy look. “Where else would I be, Captain?” You gave him a smirk before returning fire. Cassian would give you the most incredulous look, but you wouldn’t see it. Not a fiber of his being believed you were okay. Maybe you hadn’t made a full recovery after all.

It took some time, but you had finally worked through all the missions Mothma put on your plate. You were worn down to near exhaustion, between the missions themselves and the reports you had to write up afterwards. You had gotten through the report and started down to the Council room to deliver them to Mon Mothma when your heard a large crash. You immediately dropped to the ground in the defensive stance. In reality it was a medical droid that circuits had been running overtime for the past month, but that’s not what you saw. You saw the beach, felt the hot sun beating down on your skin. You felt drops of sweat rolling down your face and heard the sound of battle all around you. You turned to the left and the death troopers running towards you, black armor shining under the intense sun.

You picked yourself up, shaking the sand off your clothes as you ran away from the large Imperial soldiers. Your lungs were burning as you sprinted through the hallways that, to you, appeared to be a grouping of scattered palm trees. You kept running until you rounded the corner for cover and nearly fell on Cassian. You almost fell to the ground, but Cassian managed to pull you to him just in time. You were gasping and Cassian saw the same, utterly terrified expression on your face that he had seen on Scarif.

“Cassian! Thank the Force, I found you!” You took a deep breath, “Death Troopers. Behind me.” Cassian looked past you and around the corner, seeing only panicked looks on fellow rebels faces. They looked a bit alarmed that a high ranking commander had just darted through the base, acting as if she was being followed by phantoms. Cassian turned back to you, your face flushed from running and sweat at the crown of your head.

“They’re gone Y/N, you’re home. On Yavin.” You raised an eyebrow at him in disbelief, leaning to carefully peer down the hall. He was right, the gray walls of the base loomed over head instead of the towering troopers. Your brain felt fuzzy all of the sudden, as if all you saw had throw it for a loop. You felt yourself lean slightly, but then Cassian’s arms catch you once more.

“It’s alright amado (darling), I got you.” It was the last thing you heard when your vision went black.

You slowly opened your eyes, expecting a harsh light. No such thing affected your eyes, your room was dark with the shades on your window drawn. You sat up under your covers very carefully, as your head felt ready to burst at any moment.

“How do you feel?” You looked up and saw that Cassian came into view. His gaze was calculating, searching for any sign of extreme pain or discomfort. You looked at him and then at the wall behind him. Did the poster you had there fall? Then it struck you.

“Am I in your room?” You asked, pushing the blankets off of your body. He nodded, “Is there a problem?” You looked at him and he saw a glimmer of your old, sarcastic self.

“I don’t know, is there a problem Andor?” You asked, faking a flirty wink. He let out a breathy laugh, causing you to smile.

“There is a problem, actually.” He said, taking a few steps toward you, “Do you remember what happened, anything at all?” You looked up into his brown eyes and saw concern in them. You nodded at him, “I was bringing a report to Mon when I saw Scarif...then you.” He gave you a sad look and grabbed one of your hands, rubbing your fingers lightly between his own.

“I think that you should go back to the med-bay for a while.” He looked back into your eyes, and saw the tears that were resting on your cheeks. At first, he was in shock. On the battlefield you had always been strong, ruthless even, just to get the job done. Seeing you cry was like finding a stunning and rare jewel; he’d never been so taken by a show of emotion before now. “I, yeah,” you whispered, “maybe I should.” Neither of you moved a muscle, it was just his hands on yours, looking into his eyes. You looked away and worried your bottom lip in between your teeth. You didn’t see it, but Cassian smiled a little. He noticed you did that a lot around him quite often, it gave him hope. Hope that you would say yes. “You should stay for now,” he whispered, “if you would allow it, I’d like to keep an eye on you.” You suddenly realized how close the two of you were. “I’ll allow it,” you murmured, “just this once.”

Cassian carefully lead you back to his bed, watching you as you curled up and rested your head on his pillow. He grabbed the edge of the blanket and pulled it over you snugly. He gave you a sweet smile and was about to turn away when you grabbed his hand. “Please.”

“Of course mi amor, anything for you.” You almost melted at his words. You hadn’t been with open with your displays of emotion in some time. Now that you had and Cassian had seen how truly fragile you were, you didn’t want to let him go. Not that you thought he’d tell anyone about this, you just wanted him around. You always did, if you were honest with yourself. Admitting that you liked, no, adored a fellow commander was not on top of your list of priorities. There was always an excuse, whether it was another mission or just really bad timing. Little did you know, he wanted you too. Much like you, he had a reputation to uphold and starting a romantic relationship with someone was a good way to tarnish it. His feeling had other ideas though, as he crawled into his bed, laying down in a way so you could cuddle up to his chest. But you didn’t dare.

“Cass?”

“Yes?” There was a small silence after he spoke. “Thank you.” You whispered, turning over on your side to face him. Even in the darkness of the room you could make out his eyes, staring at the ceiling above him. He turned to look at you, a soft smile gracing his features.

“There’s no need to...” he started but he trailed off at the glint in your eyes. He reached out and pulled you closer to him, sharing his body warmth. You couldn’t stop yourself as you snuggled closer, your eyes finally shutting and giving into the call of sleep. “Te quiero con toda mi alma. (I love you with all my soul)” You felt a kiss being pressed to the crown of your head and your heart leaped a little inside your chest. You opened your eyes to look at him once more, and with a confidence you thought you had lost you murmured, “I love you too.”

Cassian just smiled as you drifted off. Your words still buzzed in his mind. The person he had been searching for his whole life, loved him back. In that moment, he knew that there was nothing that he wouldn’t protect you from. Tu eres su vida; You are his life.

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