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greatgatsbyhateblog · 4 years ago

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Hi sorry I have been quiet on if I’ve watched any more disco episodes and stuff (I have btw), it’s just that one very specific scene has taken up every bit of brain power I have to attempt to break down or comprehend, and I have been thinking about it for an entire 24 hours now, and will continue to think about it for at least another week or so.

since I can’t talk with my mom or brother about it (no thank you vague homophobia), and none of my friends watch Star Trek, I have been internalizing every goddamn thought or hal-thought I have, and it is going to drive me insane.

I cannot begin to explain my emotions on this scene, but I think this doodle best describes the general gist:

or, like, very high-pitched and very confused-sounding laughter, intermingled with spluttered “wh..what? What the?? Huh?? Wait did.. did I imagine that???”s and the like.

i have, by no means, collected my thoughts at all into proper, clear sentences, but I must inflict this all upon y’all, so at least I am not suffering alone :)

SPOILERS FOR DISCOVERY EPISODE 2x10 “The Red Angel”

First off, the paragraph on this scene in the memory alpha recap only sort of does this scene justice.

second, AAAAAAAAWHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK IM LOSING MY MIND WHAT THE F U CK WAS THAT??????????????????????????

ok and with that out of the way (for now), I’m talking/thinking/losing my mind over the scene in engineering (I think that’s where it was) where Stamets, Tilly, and Georgiou are talking about how to trap the Red Angel or smthn and then Georgiou calls Stamets “neurotic“, which I had to look up, and I am mad (/hj) about that bc he’s just adhd leave him alone ok!! And then Culber walks in and, yknow, things get awkward bc he and Stamets are currently.. at odds.. :| and Georgiou is like “male tension ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)” which is weird and vaguely uncomfortable but not at ALL the weirdest or most uncomfortable thing that is said in this scene. And then she (Georgiou) is trying to come onto Paul or somethin, and then she is DEFINITELY coming onto him, AND HUGH IS STANDING RIGHT THERE THIS WHOLE TIME PLEASE SAY SOMETHING????? And then thank god he fucking does, but that only makes things worse bc he’s like “hes gay,, stop??” and she’s like “actually no I don’t think I will because fun fact he’s pansexual in my universe and we fucked big time, all the time, and you joined us too, and it was great and I’d love to do it again if you know what I mean ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)” HI WHAT THE FUCK? and Stamets and Culber are both like “can you please not?? I’m gay, he’s gay, we’re both very gay. We don’t want to join your polycule thing, even if it (polycules) is a staple part of Star Trek. I’m begging you, please stop talking about this” (FUCKING UH YEAH UNDERSTANDABLY???????) and then Georgiou is like “glad we all agree :)” AND JUST,, FUCKIN L E A V E S??????????????????? HI WHAT???? And Tilly, who, poor soul, has been standing there for this entire thing, is like “w h a t w a s t h a t ??????”

AND THEN ITS OVER SND HAS YET TO BE MENTIONED SINCE??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? HELP PLEASE I FEEL LIKE I IMAGINED IT BUT NOPE ITS RIGHT THERE IN MEMORY ALPHA???????? I NEED A FUCKING THERAPIST I CANT DEAL WITH WHATEVER THE FUCK THAT JUST WAS!!

oH YEAH AND AT SOME POINT GEORGIOU CALLS CULBER “Papi”???????? IM CRYING WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HELP HRLP HELP HELP PLEASE GEORGIOU I WAS STARTING TO THINK U WERE KINDA COOL BUT NO THANKS ANYMORE I THINK I SM GOOD PLEASE I CANNOT STOP THINKING SBOUT THIS IT HAS BEEN OVER 24 HOURS NOW HELP ME

HERE HAVE THIS SHITTY COMIC(?) I MADE BECAUSE I HAVE NO OTHER WAY TO BEGIN TO COMPREHEND THIS SCENE:

*continues screaming*

#Hello and welcome to my Ted Talk where I stand on the stag and dissolve into hysterics over a 4-minute Star Trek clip #*stage #The Ted Talk is 45 minutes long and at the end of it I just collapse onto the ground and you all awkwardly shuffle out of your seats and ou #*and out the doors #You do not walk away with any sort of profound new ideas and thoughts #Only that you are unsure if I will be okay and that getting outdoors is your only foreseeable goal right now #personal log #Star Trek discovery #star trek discovery spoilers #long post #???#Forrest did a draw #Technically..#Forrest watches disco #all caps

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capricornus-rex · 5 years ago

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Bad Ideas Make Good Memories (4 - End)

Cal Kestis x Reader

Requested by @queen-destenie | Prompt:

i live for you qUEEN! i LOVE your writing. if you have the time, could you do a fic where reader is the most reckless badass and Cal is like ‘wait don’t do THAT’ and she is just ‘im living life BABYY’. she does the most insane things that always somehow work and Cal is literally like what the F*CK’. reader is basically a GOD. please and thank you

Additional tags: Rebel base, rebel fleet

Also posted in AO3

Chapters: 1 – 2 | Previous: Part 3 | Masterlist

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Meanwhile, back in the command ship, the cadets were panicking while reporting the casualties on the ground to the Moff.

“Sir, they’ve overpowered the AT-ATs deployed there and even the TIE Echelon!”

“Impossible! They’re just ragtag starfighters, how can they overpower us!?” the Moff was livid as he was startled with how the odds did a 180 unexpectedly.

“W-Well, Sir, they had help… with the Jedi.”

“That can’t be! What’s two Jedi against a full assault unit!?”

The poor cadet stammered, unable to find a satisfactory answer, “I… I don’t know, Sir…”

“Sir, we don’t have any more troops to deploy! Should we retreat?” one of the tactical analysts reported from his station in the bridge.

The Moff was stuck between a rock and a hard place. The scouts back in the surface were closely watching the gray triangular figure in the sky, Cere ran to the base’s communication station and monitored the Star Destroyer’s movements.

“It’s… idling?”

“What?”

Cere’s eyebrows furrowed, “It’s just… there.”

“They’re probably preparing for their next move!”

“Base, this is scout Merl from Watchtower E reporting, that Star Destroyer doesn’t seem to be doing anything!”

“Hang on, I’ll see if I can crack their comms!” Cere strained her ear while tuning the knobs on the transmitters and receivers. She was able to pick up a transmission from one of the remaining TIE Fighters in the dogfight.

“This is Admiral Plov, we have direct orders from Moff Loon to retreat! I repeat, we have direct orders from Moff Loon to retreat! Prepare for a jump to hyperspace to these coordinates once you’re off-planet!”

“They’re retreating,” Cere first muttered to herself, then she turned around to face everybody. “They’re retreating!”

The operators in the base relayed the exact message to everyone. Seconds before the transmission from the ground came through, all of the pilots—you and Cal included—saw that each TIE Fighter were retracting from the fight.

“We did it…” you gasped, and then your head jerked up. “We did it!”

“Come on down home, all of you!”

The communication station at the base was filled with the cacophony of cheers as all pilots flew back down and docked their ships into the hangar.

Technicians, engineers, tactical analysts, and communication operators—every single one of them—came flooding the hangar upon the arrival of the pilots. Applause, whistles, and cheering filled the landing pad. The pilots who have jumped out of their ships found themselves in the embraces of their comrades in the ground.

When you climbed out of your Interceptor, Cal comes at you with his arms stretched out wide.

“You little lunatic, get over here!” he laughed, pulling you in for a bear-hug and you received it laughing in celebration with him; he smothered kisses on every inch of your face. He pulled away, but kept his hands cupped around your face, “Where in the hell do you even pick up your ideas, babe?!”

“Oh come on, I know that turns you on anyway!” you playfully thumped his chest before he pulled you in again for a hug.

You and Cal get yourselves smothered with the rebels clapping your backs, giving an affirming shake on the shoulder, and a tussle of the hair for Cal. The technicians have detached your astromech droids using the magnetic crane and carefully settled the droids down on the floor.

“R-12, you’re amazing!” you cheered on your droid, kneeling to its level while patting its round top.

Cere pushed through the crowd and came towards the two of you. She hooked the both of you in the tightest hug either of you have never felt from her.

“Please tell that hug was my free pass from a scolding,” you joked.

Cere exploded in laughter and she tussled your hair as well, leaving your hair in a frizzy-looking mess. Merrin and Greez as well came out of the crowd and rejoined you.

“You are perhaps the craziest pilot I have ever met, [y/n],” Merrin commented in her blunt tone, but her façade betrays her when she couldn’t longer contain the joy she was bottling up. She threw herself to you and wrapped her arms around you.

“You two kids just make my blood pressure turn to an unhealthy level with your flying and stunts!”

“Think you can give [y/n] a spin on the Mantis’s wheel?” Cal kidded Greez.

“As long as she promises not to do the same thing she did with the bigger TIE Fighter!”

“Don’t worry, I don’t think she’ll do that…”

“Oh good,” Greez sighed, and flapped all four of his arms.

“Because she’s gonna have to come up with another stunt just for the Mantis.” Cal finished his sentence.

“Aww, gimme a break!”

“Just kidding, cap’n,”

“Are you really?”

Captain Miccah personally approached you and Cal, a warm smile flashed on her face, she brings her hands on each of your shoulders.

“I cannot thank you enough for your courage, you two,” she sighed. “Because of you, Andaro still has a fighting chance.”

“It’s the least we can do,” Cal shrugged.

“The least?” the captain chuckled in a mellow tone. “Oh no, your efforts are worthy of my deepest gratitude. So, thank you, Cal Kestis and [y/n].”

The captain disappeared into the crowd, cheering and affirming her pilots; Cal wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you in close to him.

“Well, this is gonna be one hell of a story soon,” he blurted.

You smiled, reading between the lines and slightly getting the idea, you buried your cheek to his chest—you feel his heartbeat still pumping really quickly.

“Yeah, sure is,” you agreed.

Night falls and Andaro is blanketed in an evening sky of deep indigo, the primary twin moons hung over the treetops, illuminating the celebration in their pale ivory light. Stars glittered across the sky as a large bonfire in the center of the base’s clearing flickered bright orange—the rebels played their instruments, others danced in pairs even if it was out of rhythm, and the crowd laughed as they cheered.

The Jedi couple was the life of the party, they were the ones who stoked the heat of the celebration, joining in with the people on their makeshift dancefloor, and the whole forest was just filled with laughter. Cal stole you away as the floor became more crowded, the two of you took a break and watched the celebration go on. He slipped his arms around your waist as he planted a kiss on your temple. Your eyes trailed between the starry sky and the celebration on the ground—simply enjoying either view, you snuggled close to Cal, savoring the hard-earned victory that you practically risked life and limb for.

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luminescentauthor · 4 years ago

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Sora/Nao Getting Together and Relationship Headcanons!

Wow lookit me posting twice in one day!

Please read this post of HCs about their third year or this will make absolutely no sense to you! You can also read part two but it’s long and you don’t need to for this to make sense.

However, if you don’t want to read either of those, the run down is: Sora is cap, Mokichi vice; their year are all on first-name basis since around the end of second year; when people ask if any of the three boys are dating, all four of them just shrug and smile cryptically, because they got really sick of people asking; Nao briefly had a boyfriend named Nakamura but turned out he was just trying to get info on her team for his school so he cheated on her and the team rioted. Tobi and Madoka beat him up.)

This is four and a half pages of a Google Doc, so please see below the cut for the HCs!

Oh also btw this has minor Tobi/Mokichi because, hello, Tobi is living in my mind rent free and he’s not letting me evict him. (Even though I would really, really like to.)

In the middle of Sora and Nao's second year, the entire rest of the boys' team plus the girls' team made a pact not to interfere with Sora and Nao's relationship, and let them sort things out on their own, because some people were getting antsy and tempted to get involved. And they are... starting to regret that.

Tobi, especially, is starting to regret that, and he kind of wants to strangle them both because they're both so dense jfc-

Chiaki is the only one who doesn't know about the pact, since the fact that Nao likes Sora has been very carefully kept from him, and basically so is anything about Nao in general. There’s a pact on the team to make sure to keep such things from him. (Momoharu is the one responsible for this and he's not the least bit sorry. It’s saved him so much pain.)

Nao has been crushing on Sora since first year, and Sora not denying it when people ask if they're dating is NOT helping her feelings, good God.

She spends like a solid twenty minutes every day panicking and/or crying in the arms of one of her friends on the girls' team and/or Tobi.

He is arguably her closest friend on the team beyond Sora (read here for my post about why I think they’re friends), and has long since passed the point of sympathetic into "Oh my God just ask ‘im out, Jesus-" and honestly, so has pretty much everyone except Mokichi, but Mokichi has the patience of a saint.

Sora probably got over Madoka in his second year if he confessed to her (again) and she gently rejected him or if she found a boyfriend (read: Momoharu, probably. I dunno if they worked out, but if they didn’t they remained very good friends. Yes, that’s actually a thing people can do!)

Some time passed, he was over it, and then he developed a more serious crush on Nao after a while.

And it just keeps getting worse and Sora is not thrilled with that. In fact, he's panicking, because feelings.

He's spent a grand total of at least nine hours on the phone ranting to Momoharu (because again, Nao does not get mentioned to Chiaki, so Momoharu it is!)

The entire rest of the team is suffering. First years, second years, Tobi and Mokichi, and those who have graduated. No one is spared. The girls' team has been roped in as well. More than a few people bond over sheer doneness with these two idiots.

Tobi, calling Momoharu: I wanna Die.

Momoharu: Mood, why?

Tobi: Nao ‘as the biggest crush on Sora and won’t do anythin’ about it and I'm sufferin’.

Momoharu: CHRIST, NO -- HE'S DOING THE SAME THING I’M -- WHY IS THIS MY LIFE???

Tobi: Oh my God.

Tobi: I hate them both so, so much.

Momoharu, vehemently: Mood.

Tobi and Mokichi are bearing the brunt of it, and Momoharu is also dealing with quite a lot of the bullsh*t.

Tobi, bitterly, lying on his bed while on the phone with Mokichi and Momoharu: How immoral is it to lock two of yer best friends in a broom closet or locker an’ not let ‘em out ‘til they deal with their feelins like adults?

Mokichi, tiredly: Kenji-kun, no.

Momoharu: I hate to say this because I would like to see that, and it would be very cathartic, but no because they would die in that closet before fessing up.

Tobi:

Tobi: I hate that yer prolly right.

Shigeyoshi "literal actual angel" Kaname has been dealing with ranting from both parties since second year, and he and Tobi have taken to meeting up weekly for lunch or coffee for the sole purpose of complaining about their dumbass friends, and honestly? They get a lot closer because of it.

Tobi, throwing open the door to Mokichi’s house with a bang: KANAME YA ARE NOT GOIN’ TO BELIEVE THIS SH*T-

Mokichi, exasperated, staring down at his phone with its messages from Sora: Oh, I’m pretty sure I will.

Mokichi’s sister: How do you keep getting in-

Tobi: Oh I nabbed Kaname’s key like three months back.

Mokichi: wAIT is that where that go to I thought I lost it?!

Tobi: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Tobi gets roped into Sora's group of "people to rant to" with Mokichi and Momoharu and, at this point, Chiaki as well (Sora eventually told Chiaki, and Chiaki acted all comically betrayed but things were fine) (Momoharu mostly told people not to tell Chiaki in order to annoy Chiaki in all honesty.)

Tobi: Why the f*ck did I agree ta stay at this school

Mokichi: Why did I come to this school at all

Tobi: Why did I join tha basketball team

Tobi: Why did I let Sora become my friend

Tobi: How did I let Sora become my friend?????? Like how did tha’ even happen Jesus I'm still not sure

Mokichi: Poor decisions were made?

Tobi, vehemently: Poor decisions were made.

Then Nao gets a boyfriend and literally everything goes to sh*t (please read THIS POST for the context. It’s the same one I linked at the top. Again, this will make no sense without it. Go read.)

Nao is trying to get over her feelings for Sora because despite having no reason to believe so (having not... asked him about it), she firmly believes that he doesn't return them.

Mokichi has to actually physically restrain Tobi to prevent him from strangling them both on at least two occasions. Like seriously. Tobi might have really punched Sora if he hadn't been held back by local noodle-armed beanpole.

To this day absolutely none of the underclassmen (or Nao and Sora) are sure how Mokichi did that, because third-year Tobi is 180-something centimeters of pure wiry muscle and Mokichi, despite being a two-meter tall noodle, is still a noodle, and his arms are very very noodley.

Where he found the physical strength to restrain an angry Tobi is literally a complete mystery, because Tobi is strong to begin with but when you're trying to restrain his entire person from walking where he wants to? Good luck.

(The answer is he just wraps his longass noodle arms around Tobi and clings to him and is like "kay have fun dragging me around" and Tobi is like "ಠ_ಠ Kaname ya are heavy" "yes that is the point" "f*ck ya.")

Mokichi, whispering frantically on the phone: Momoharu-san please help Kenji-kun is trying to commit murder.

Tobi, yelling in the background: YA KNOW FULL WELL THA’ I CAN HEAR YA, KANAME!

Sora cries about Nao and Tobi is very tempted to just let him sulk, but Mokichi strongarms him into coming over to a sleepover at his house with Sora and basically the three of them just form a giant cuddle pile on the couch and watch stupid movies and eat a lot of ice cream while Tobi ribs Sora over anything and everything, and Sora soon finds himself laughing instead of crying.

Sora loves his friends so much??? He’s so glad he stuck with the basketball team????

Momoharu is this close to just blocking Sora's number.

"Sora. Sora you are one of my closest friends, and you know I love you, but I am in class for f*ck's sake-"

Seriously Sora keeps calling him just to b*tch about how horrible Nao's boyfriend is and Momoharu might actually go crazy.

If Sora drags on Nao’s boyfriend on more time Tobi is going to throttle him, he's had enough.

Mokichi is hitting the limits of his patience too, and that's actually an accomplishment.

But Tobi won’t lie, he’s getting a bad vibe off that guy? He does seem kind of sleazy? And when he hesitantly points that out over lunch with Mokichi -- they meet up just to complain about Nao and Sora at least once a week now -- Mokichi agrees, with a pensive frown, that he also has a bad vibe.

He doesn’t know, Mokichi says. Maybe they’re just all protective of Nao. Tobi sighs and agrees.

Tobi is fully aware of his big brother reflex by this point, but he will never, ever admit that he has such a thing out loud.

Turns out Sora was completely right about Nao’s boyfriend, though. (Even if it was just Sora being jealous, not actually Sora being intelligent.) The guy cheats on Nao, because he's a terrible person, and Sora is this close to hunting him down and committing murder, but he doesn't know what school he goes to.

Madoka calls Tobi to give him the guy's location, and Tobi goes, "please don' tell Sora tha's a bad idea" and Madoka goes "do you think I'm insane??"

Tobi and Madoka then absolutely thrash the guy and then get coffee afterwards and bond over oh my god, our friends are so dumb, because Madoka has been putting up with Nao's rants since first year.

Eventually Sora and the rest of the team convince (the very easily convinced) Tobi to give up the idiot's location and they all take a trip to beat the crap out of him.

Madoka then joins the I Have Pining Idiot Friends support group, which consists of Tobi, Mokichi, and Momoharu.

It's actually Madoka who finally decides to break the "no interfering" pact, after hearing about the sheer extent of the bullsh*t that's been happening, the parts that Nao didn't mention to her. She calls Sora and very tiredly goes "please just ask Nao-chan out, everyone is suffering."

Sora: wHAT

Tobi, eavesdropping as they're all changing: She told ya to ask Nao out

Tobi: Or I'm goin’ to deck ya I stg -- my patience is a very much finite resource, Sora.

Mokichi, tiredly: Please don't kill our captain

Tobi, ignoring him: Sora I am dead serious. Ask her out, or I will break yer nose, consequences be damned.

Tobi is So Relieved that the pact is over. He knew he'd catch grief for it if he broke it, and the second Madoka does, his reaction is "TIME TO PHYSICALLY THREATEN SORA INTO CONFESSING! YAY!"

Tobi, no.

Madoka is wheezing somewhere in the background but is also in full support of this movement.

After a large number of threats, Sora, bright red, stutters through asking Nao out to the amusement park or something, and Nao, also bright red, screams "WHAT" and Sora goes "Uh -- God, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-" and goes to run.

And smacks directly into Mokichi who's like, "Uh, no, you're going nowhere. I am so done."

Tobi, internally: Oh thank God fer Kaname.

Nao, still a tomato, manages to squeak out "I'd love to!"

After Sora and Nao get through the "Really?!" "Really!" part, Tobi dramatically falls to his knees and yells "THANK F*CKING GOD, FINALLY," which, fair.

(And as Sora and Nao are stuttering through a semi-normal conversation after that, maybe Mokichi is in the background, shyly asking Tobi out for coffee without the excuse of talking about Sora and Nao, because maybe their relationship went from "I don't want people to think we're friends" to "I guess you're decent" to "we're friends" to something unnamed and fragile and delicate and maybe a little bit precious. And maybe when Tobi leans against his shoulder and Mokichi wraps an arm around his waist at practice, no one is surprised.)

It's on their third date, in a park after going to a cafe, when Nao abruptly asks, "Sora-kun, can I kiss you?"

Sora short circuits (again.) And Nao freezes up and goes, "Sorry, sorry, too soon, I'm so sorry-" and Sora freaks out and goes, "NO, NO IT'S FINE, I was just -- just surprised!"

They both calm down and take deep breaths, and then Sora steps closer and gently cups the back of her head as her eyes go wide and he asks, "is this okay?" She nods and nervously places one hand around his neck. They lean into each other and kiss softly, and it feels right.

They’re both bright red but they’re both smiling like idiots, and Sora holds her close and thinks, “Godd*mn I got lucky.” He whispers that to her, and she laughs, flustered, and says “Yeah, I did too.”

After six weeks or so of going out, Nao and Sora make it a "boyfriend/girlfriend" thing and now if Mokichi or Tobi are asked if they're dating Nao, they say that she's dating Sora; Nao blushes and shyly corrects the person if they asked about Mokichi/Tobi, or shyly confirms if it was about Sora; Sora just smiles, and confirms that he's dating Nao, blushing.

Mokichi invites Momoharu, Madoka, and Chiaki to lunch with the third years when they have a day off from practice for the sole purpose of giving Nao and Sora a hard time about their mutual pining

Tobi swears up and down that he's going to read out the most embarrassing speech at their wedding and expose them to everyone there, and Nao and Sora both turn bright red and short circuit for a solid five minutes at the mention of marriage while the others laugh at them.

At the end of the year, Nao and Sora receive a trophy from their kouhai that says "Most Disastrous Couple Ever." Tobi and Mokichi didn't stop laughing for a solid twenty minutes, and Tobi is still giving them sh*t about the trophy five years later.

They both attend university and maintain their relationship throughout. Sora proposes when they’re both 29, at the same park where they had their first kiss, on the anniversary of the day they met, because he’s sappy AF. Tobi is rolling his eyes somewhere in the background.

It’s a warm summer night. They get dinner at an expensive formal restaurant. He takes her to the park, and reminisces about the first time they went there together. It was the day Nao joined the team, he recalls. She had left after the practice game, and he had followed her. He had been so impressed by her, he tells her, and he still is. He doesn’t know how he came to deserve her, and she blushes and says she feels the same about him, that he’s just as amazing.

Sora covers her eyes and leads her to a ring of trees in the middle of the park, and uncovers them to reveal that they’re standing in a gazebo covered in flowers and fairy lights. And he smiles at her, and gets down on one knee. Nao’s hands fly to her mouth as he says, “I have been in love with you for well over ten years, and I would like to call you my family officially. Nanao Nao, my light, the love of my life, my everything, will you marry me?”

“Of course I will, you big sap!” she cries, tackling him, tears in her eyes, and kisses him. Neither of them care that they’re getting dirt on their suit and dress; the only thing that matters to either of them is each other.

They get married roughly a year after. Madoka is Nao’s maid of honor. Sora’s best man is probably Momoharu, Tobi, or Mokichi. Maybe Chiaki? I don’t know.

I almost want to make it Momoharu just because he would first completely drag Sora and Nao for their bullsh*t back in high school, grinning, and then invite Tobi up on stage to polish it off. Tobi, on the other hand, would just roast them on his own, which is probably why Sora decides not to make Tobi his best man. (“I trusted you, Momoharu-kun!” “Well that’s on you, Sora.”)

(And if Tobi catches the bouquet and gives it to Mokichi, no one’s saying anything.)

(They will, however, be saying things when Tobi gets down on one knee in the center of the dance floor an hour into the reception and says, “Given that our relationship was formed by bondin’ over these two idiots takin’ two and a half years ta get together, it only seems right that we tie tha knot because they did too. Kaname, will ya marry me?” Mokichi cries and says yes. Nao and Sora also cry. Yes, Tobi got their permission to steal their thunder beforehand. He was sorely tempted not to, just to get back at them, because yes he’s still salty about high school, but he figured he’d better ask.)

When they’re about 38, they adopt a daughter! And yes the others are her aunts and uncles.

Her name is Akari, which means light, and she is a problem child, but she's definitely not Tobi/Hanazono twins levels of problem child, and they love her anyway.

Her name is Nanao-Kurumatani Akari, because screw gender norms, says Sora. Nao’s reaction is “oh my God I love you so much.”

She was about 5 when they adopted her.

Her favorite uncle/aunt is Mokichi (absolutely no one understands why including Mokichi himself) and yes Tobi is mad.

Also Tobi adores her. Tobi sees a small child? Are you kidding me, have you seen him with his sister? Tobi seems like he'd be with horrible with kids but he loves the little sh*ts.

She plays basketball as a PF and she is so tall and yes, Sora is salty.

Scoring machine and inside player, but also learned strategy from Nao (after a terrible loss, she asked her mother to teacher her) and.... fear.jpg.

Basically, Sora and Nao are the most tooth-rotting-ly sweet, romantic, cliché in the best way, sappy, and adorable couple ever, and it’s bad for everyone’s dentist bills.

Here’s a Sora/Tobi edition (I apologize to SoraNao shippers because it’s twice as long and I didn’t even realize that for ages), because again, I have Tobi brainrot. God help me.

You can also check out my Ahiru no Sora Headcanons tag.

#ahiru no sora #ahiru no sora headcanons #headcanons #nanao nao #kurumatani sora #natsume kenji #tobi #shigeyoshi kaname #mokichi #kurumatani sora x nanao nao #soranao? naosora? soranao.#soranao #natsume kenji x shigeyoshi kaname #aka tobi x mokichi #tobimoki #me: TOBI GTFO THIS ISN'T UR POST THAT'S COMING LATER?!#tobi: what if nah

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vsionary · 5 years ago

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ateez & your kid(s) when u work till late at night;

hongjoong —

he probably has already mastered being a daddy

in more ways than one

the baby would be asleep by the time you got back

hed be patiently waiting in the living room for u to get back safely

he knows how sleepy u can get

those 24 hour shifts worry the f*ck out of him

he hates it when ure on call, but is so proud of u at the same time

tries 2 act all cool when u get back, like haha i wasn't sleepy not at all, no this isnt coffee

but tbh he's alr half asleep

grabs u by the waist and hauls u to the bedroom

falls asleep on u

seonghwa —

the most understanding baby there is

regardless what time u come back

leaves ur favourite food in the kitchen for u

even tho u always end up falling asleep the moment u set foot in the place

but he does it anyways 🥺

sometimes he cant handle the twins

video calls u in a desperate plea for help

but theyre always fast asleep when u come back

tbh hes probably fast asleep too more like passed out

with his tshirt inside out

covered in crayons

but u cuddle him to sleep anyways uwu

yunho —

he would make a REALLY good dad ngl

im not saying that cause i want his babies haha what

anyways

he misses u sO much but he doesnt disturb u because he knows what u do is important

when u get back yunho's horizontal on the couch with the tv still on

the baby's asleep oN HIM

both snoring softly & also drooling all over the place

u never want to wake them up but u do it anyways

he'll give u a forehead kiss 🥺

puts the babie in the crib

passes out on the bed

u end up sleeping on the couch loljk

yeosang —

sends. u. lots. of. snaps.

sends u snaps of him feeding the baby

sends u snaps of him burping the baby

sends u snaps of the baby vomiting all over him

despite being busy with patients u always go through all the pics during breaks

when u get back, it's either

he's a miracle worker; the baby's asleep and the place is spotless

or the baby's having her mtv world stage rehearsal in the dead of night and yeosang's on the verge of insanity

either or u love coming back to them

after the baby settles down n falls asleep

its time for the big baby 🌝

lots of cuddlingGhhHhH

#ateez imagine #imagine #ateez imagines #hongjoong #yunho #seonghwa #yeosang #CUTE #fluff #atiny #stan ateez #pls #i beg of u #ateez scenarios #ateez scenario

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arlakos · 5 years ago

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Why Season 3 was a Rollercoaster of a mess. (Spoilers!)

Oh boy

Oooooooh boy where do I even begin

Lets start from the beginning i Suppose

When Miraculous Ladybug first came out i fell in love with the series. I thought the premise was nice, the characters ok and the story interesting. Well, to be fair I didnt expect much of the story due to being in its first season, but I loved it. The finale was meh (the last episode, not the mid-series Origins story, I watched it on Netflix). I liked the series. I loved the fandom. And i Couldn’t wait for season 2 at the time.

Then season 2 came out

As i started watching the first ep of season 2, it started out strong, answered a question i already knew, but then... it didn't go any further. See, when I expected season 2, I expected the story to be taken up a notch, the plot to become stronger, new and interesting characters to be introduced, and for someone to replace Hawkmoth as the antagonist (bc in my mind, he always felt like a season 1 antagonist to be replaced one season later by the actual main antagonist, and the mayura leaks did not help).

But it never came. The story remained simple and eventually started to become bland. All episodes were all single-story eps with no correlation to each other other than the characters in them. Every single character in the show that wasnt Marinette had any sort of character growth, and I could take any one of the episodes out other than the first and last two and it wouldn't have any impact. Maybe not all of them, but some.

(This was the same time I learned that all episodes in the series were meant to always be single episode storylines. It was the same time I learned the the shows creator was also an ASS-truc, but thats a story for another day)

So for season 2, I ended up starting to find the show boring and lackluster. Most of the episodes were boring and unentertaining, and aside from a select few, such as the finale, the new hero eps and a few others, the entire season was boring to heck.

Worse still, Marinette went from an ok nice girl (who was at times a bit of an arse) to a stalker asshole who was at times worse than Chloe.

(Then again, the first episode of the entire series literally had Marinette have a planner used to track Adrien's every move, so what the hell do i know)

The fandom, however, was still amazing at the time, so I stuck around. The fanfics were amazing at the time and the fandom was still so kind-hearted

Luckily for me, Season 3 would manage to have some much better episodes.

But at what cost.

WHAT. COST.

See, while Season 3 was undoubtedly better that season 2 overall in episode quality, this season was probably also the worst of all 3 at the same time. This season was not only the worst in overall season quality but the one that entirely ruined the fandom for me. The plot was again non-existent and there was still no character development, but they manage to make this season better by making a plotline that required all characters to be an idiot ball, then ditch it at the end just so Thomas could again insult people on twitter.

Lets start with the first episode of Season 3: Chameleon

Sometime before the production of season 2 and 3, Asstruc learned how to write someone as a martyr people would feel pity for that character and want to protect (read: stan) them.

So naturally, Ass-truc would abuse this a lot.

In the first ep of season 3, Astruc would create the worst episode ever made.

The premise of the episode is that Lila has returned to school and has been telling lies, which makes Marinette mad. None of the class believes her due to everyone being written as an idiot (seriously the someone gotta has google on their smartphones everyone has), so of course, Naturally Mari confronts Lila, who swears to ruin her life before and after an akuma battle which doesnt really matter for this episode, aside from the fact that Lila fully works with hawkmoth because being a bad kid means that working with a terrorist is perfectly reasonable if you can get revenge on the good guys.

So, including the fact Ass-truc reintroduced Lila back into the show as a Chloe 2.0 to making everyone an idiot ball so that the writing could even work, this will be the episode that I will hate the most. And not just for the episode itself. We’ll come to that later. But the point is, this is how most of the season would go:

-Lila: *exists*

-Marinette: *cries* im suffering so much, my life is ruined!

-Fans: stan to the point of insanity

-Me sipping my salt flavored tea: b*tch calm the f*ck down.

Speaking of Marinette, the Miraculous team had already been hellbent on making Marinette more of an asshole, stalkery and creepy and passing it off as cute in season 2, so they decided to fix that by dialing all that shit up to 11. Episodes like Weredad and Oni-chan really showed this, with the former having Marinette Literally manipulating Chat Noir to be stuck in a bad situation just for her own sake, and latter literally having her try to break into Adriens house because Lila is there. All for the excuse that Lila is a Liar and totally not because she is with Adrien, Marinette cant be jealous because Marinetteisperfectandamazingand-

Yeah, she really sucks as the main character. TBH I'm waiting for the spinoff show where Alix and Kim dare each other to do stupid stuff each episode like its MTV’s Jackass, it's gonna be fun.

Now onto the Other episodes!

While I will admit that compared to season 2, there were a lot of good episodes. Gamer 2.0, Feast, Ikari Gozen, Party Crasher, and of course the heart-wrenching Oblivio come to mind. These episodes are amazing and show how good the episodes are when you make sure the garden gnome is locked in a closet somewhere during episode development.

So out of the 26 episodes, 5 of them were really good.

The rest were either kinda ok or complete shit. That's not to say they were all bad, but there were just some parts... at best there was either a part of it I found cringeworthy too much for me to consider it as one of the good ones, such as Pupetteer 2 with its Adrien Statue scene, or at worst all of it was just written so badly, such as the entirety of Stormy Weather not actually being an episode and acutally being just and episode recap.

Now for the plot. Oh, wait, what plot?

First of all, Miraculous never had one. At best it was just a bunch of single-episode stories that Ass-truc wants you to think are connected somehow and somehow all work together as a cohesive story. A lot of the characters in Miraculous Ladybug

You mean the overarching storyline where Marinette becomes a Guardian just because she can pick a hero? Yeah, just ignore the episode where Fu said he had to spend an entire childhood learning how to even be an apprentice Guardian, or ignore the fact that picking a person to be a hero doesn't make Marinette qualified to be Guardian in a slightest!

(If someone literally has to ask me this, ask yourself if a pharmacist is fit to be a doctor just because they hand out your meds.)

What about the storylines about other certain characters in the show like Lila, who the show has been building up to be a villain while casually destroying characters' intelligence to be able to do so? The story about Chloe accepting that she can’t really be a hero anymore and moving on?

Ruined by the Finale.

Oh yeah, the finale.

This season Finale was probably the worst finale out of all the seasons and half the stuff done in the last two episodes did not make sense. I dont want to talk about it much because I want to do a blog post about it later on, but for the sake of the finale, they ruined a bunch of characters, martyred Marinette for the 100th time, and created some stupid plot ideas for the sake of coolness. And by coolness i mean stanning Marinette again and making her extra special. Doesnt matter if it makes a contradiction or makes no sense. Stupidity has won this episode!

To be fair though, all the reasons above aren’t the reasons I hate this season.

No.

The reason for season 3 being the worst for me is how it had ruined the fandom.

Ever since the first episode of season 3, the fandom has become a cesspool of salt and anger. Character bashing because the class didn't straight up agree with Marinette instantly, Over the top Marinette stanning, fanfics that go over the top crazy, it has gone insane. On ao3 most fanfics of ML that i have seen have been about ‘Chameleon Fix-Its’ where Lila is metaphorically shot with a GAT, ‘Marinette protection Squads’ which basically involve her moving schools because Lila exists, and the Maribat ship that has made my head dent my desk (seriously where the fuck did it come from?!). Worst still, as a result of Season 3, the Adrien hate has started to go crazy as a result of the Chameleon episode and similar eps resulting in Marinette being shipped with Luka (aka the better Adrien as stated by Marinette stans), Felix before the Felix episode dropped, and even Damien Wayne in the Notorious Maribat ship (no seriously where did it come from i want answers!). To put it simple, thanks to Ass-truc all of ao3 is filled with salt fics and no more original and interesting stories.

BTW while i have your attention and am talking about good Miraculous stories on ao3, go read Miraculous Tales by JED1 on AO3 its soo damn good.

To be fair, I myself am angry at the episode, but only because everyone was written to be an idiot ball for the episode to work, and because of the fact Astruc used the episode to rile up the fandom to be almost as toxic as him.

If anything, its the number one reasons why i hate seasons 3 and the reason why it has ruined the fandom for me.

And that, overall, is why i think Season 3 was a Rollercoaster of a mess.

#Miraculous Ladybug #ML Season 3 #ML Spoilers

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arthursclozapine · 5 years ago

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REALLY long story pt1

TW lots of smut, attempted suicide, murder,

Blood Brothers

I was ashamed of the state he had found me in. He was Arthur, and I was just some harlot that roamed the streets of Gotham for fun. I stood looking out into the river from a bridge, tears streaming down my face. My plan was simple, and I then laughed at how easily it was to contemplate suicide in this moment. I lurched forward, leaning myself on the bars, attempting to climb up and over.

“You shouldn’t do that.” I heard a voice say. I turned quickly to see who disturbed me. A painfully thin man, holding a paper bag.

“Why not? You don’t know me.” I called back to the man.

“I’ve been there. It isn’t worth it. My mother always told me to smile and put on a happy face.” He chuckled.

“Just....... just let me be. No one loves me. No one knows me.” I said tearfully.

“I know you now.” He put a hand on my shoulder, and my sentimental ass turned and sobbed into this stranger’s chest. He held onto me, pulling me closer.

“Life isn’t easy, it’s what you make it.”

“So do you just randomly have these inspirational quotes on lock or what?” I jest. I smiled up at him.

“My name is Arthur. I’m glad I saw you when I did.” He spoke.

“Avis.” I introduced, and then we shook hands. I looked at him funny. I let him take took me to a motel, and that was the beginning of my downward spiral. He unlocked the door, and I went to sit on the bed.

“So......?” I questioned him. He turned to me with a Swiss Army knife.

“Are you serious?” I scoffed. Arthur chuckled.

“Dead serious.” He muttered. I laugh nervously as he slit his wrist. My eyes widened.

“Why did you—“ I began as he did the same to me. The wound stung like a thousand bees just bit me.

“Arthur what the hell?” I ask as he brings our cuts together, clasping fingers together.

“Now we’re blood brothers.” He smiled madly. I scoff.

“Im a girl.” I say to him.

“A part of me will always live in you.”

“This is the craziest thing that has ever happened to

me.” I say with a gasp.

“Promise me you’ll never kill yourself.”

“Dude this is too deep, I just met you.” I stood, pulling away from his arm. Then, I felt it. I felt him inside my head.

“Promise.” His soul said.

“Okay! Okay I promise! Just get out of my head!” I cry.

“What do you mean?” He asks, further making me struggle differentiating reality and imagination. I take a look at my arm, putting a finger in the cut to part the skin.

“Arthur. What have you done?” I asked.

“I have just saved your life.” He said, pulling the sleeve of the cut arm down, and gathering his things.

“So what? Just gonna leave me here now?” I cried out to him as he left. I followed but it was as if he disappeared in the fog.

“Arthur? Arthur, damnit!” I yelled. I wondered if anything actually just happened. I look down at the cut. Still there. My breath was erratic, and kept pulsing.

“I am still right here.”

I looked around, looking for Arthur.

“I’m not crazy! I know I’m not........” the cut was fully healed into a pale scar.

“What the...... what the f*ck?!?!!” I exclaimed.

“Don’t worry little magpie, I’ll always be right here.” I hear the voice, and I imagine the smile.

“You’re the only one who ever noticed me, and you gotta just leave like that?” I felt bad.

“We may meet in passing one day. I’m glad there is someone like you that notices me.” He cooed.

“Might as well go sleep. I bought the motel for a few days, you can stay there until then.” Arthur informed.

“Thank you, Arthur. I mean it. I owe you one.” I close my arms for warmth, returning to the motel.

Sunday.

I lay lazily on the bed, wearing some nice lingerie some guy bought me........

Okay, okay, a patron bought for me.

*knock knock knock*

I sigh, going to open the door.

It was Arthur! I perked up!

“Hey dude! The real Arthur! What brings you here?” I ask, hugging him.

“What do you mean— Nevermind.” Was his retort. As I pull away, I notice his eyes scan my body, and he stifled a little bit.

“Ohhhhh! Arthur likey?” I playfully shake my core. I really owed him, why not this way? The way I knew best. He was kinda cute.......... wouldn’t mind laying him down.

“Yula, no, I just— I just wanted to give you this.” He says, fumbling in his pockets. I put a hand on his shoulder.

“Artie, no, I can’t accept. I owe you too much.” I nod. He stares at me for a moment.

“Really?” He asks.

“Really really. Why not come inside for a bit?” I purred at him, guiding him inside by his jacket lapels.

I playfully threw him onto the bed.

“Avis........” he said.

“Yeah, what?” I mumbled, biting my lip and looking at his.

“I—I don’t think I can...... I just—“ I interrupted him by kissing him on the mouth. When I was finished, I pull away, our eyes sharing a look for a moment.

“Don’t worry. I’ll give you what you like.” I promise.

“After all, what are friends for?” I joked. He then looks down at himself, and my eyes followed, seeing his trousers tight with his erection. We pulled off each other’s clothing, now focused on getting each other off.

After all was done and done, we lay naked on the bed together, one of Arthur’s hands holding a cigarette and the other holding my hand.

“You fuck really good, you know?” I complemented. He took a long drag and chuckles.

“Believe it or not, but you’re actually my first.” He reveals.

“Get out. Really? I was surprised. He was nice, sweet, funny. Lots of stamina....... How could you let him pass you by?

“I thought you’d be crawling with babes!” I joked, making him laugh. I reach for a drag, and he hands me his cigarette. I had a little smoke, and gave it back to him.

“Will you stay for awhile? I just, like, miss you or whatever.......” I admitted, making me blush. He looked at me with a warm smile.

“Maybe for a bit.” He looks at the clock on the wall for a longer state than usual.

“Is there another?” I ask, feeling weirdly jealous.

“N-no! I just have to take care of my mother.” He mumbled shyly.

“Yeah right.... it’s ok if there’s someone else..” I felt warm tears building up.

“I’m serious. I have to take care of her. I have to.” Arthur sighed. I sniffled, smiling.

“So you’re a mommy’s boy, or something?” I joke, blinking back the tears, touching his cheek softly. Arthur laughed.

“I guess I must be.” He smiled, moving my face to kiss again. Something felt so real, so homely with Arthur, even if we were in a motel at the moment.

“Oh yeah, look what I have for you.” Arthur got up, putting his cigarette out, getting a paper bag.

“You can use this, or get rid of it. You need it more than I do.” He tossed the bag toward me.

“Ooooooh! Goodies from Artie!” I happily exclaimed, until I saw what was inside. I brought out a gun?!?!!!

“Why? How did you get this?” I exclaim.

Arthur just laughs.

“Did you use it yet? How come you have this?” I felt a rumble in my tummy. Butterflies flew as I imagine Arthur killing.

“Arthur, you’re insane!”

“It takes one to know one, baby.”

We both shared a laugh, Arthur coming back to sit on the bedside. He watched me and helped me as I tried to figure out how to use the gun. Lots of laughs ensued.

“Arthur this is nice and all, but I think you should have it. I’m a shit aim. I don’t want any blood on my hands.” I confess. I would do anything for Arthur, but killing isn’t for me.

“Ok then........ I should go soon, it’s almost time for Murray!” He said, getting his clothes back on. I wrapped myself in a blanket.

“See you, Arthur. Have fun, don’t get lost.” I jested. He laughs as he leaves.

“Alone again.” I mumbled to myself.

Weeks pass, and he keeps paying for my room and visiting. You know what I’m talking about. Love is all that I had to give.

One night, I popped a serious question.

“Are we together, or something?” I mused to him. He looked at me for a long time.

“Like, boyfriend and girlfriend?” I moved closer to him.

“I think we’re more than that now.” He takes a drag of his cigarette.

“What’s that mean?” I ask, he takes me by my wrist, kinda hard. I flinch a bit.

“We are one. I’m in you, and you’re in me.” He mutters. I didn’t fear anyone other than him this time.

“Okay.....”

“Never forget that.” He chuckled. He sure changes moods fast....... something I admired about him.

There was no one like him. He was strong. Emotionally soft. I can’t deny the way he has me by my heart.

Friday evening.

“Can we go out on the town? Pretty please?” I asked. He smiled and nodded at me.

“Don’t worry, I have some really nice clothes here. I’ll look real fancy, just for you. Who do you want me to be?” I questioned, showing velvet, silk, and cashmere dresses in front of my form for him to see.

“I guess we could. That’d be lots of fun.” He said. I squealed with happiness and excitement.

“But, I don’t have anything nice to wear.” He face seemed down then.

“I’ve got the dough! I’ll take ya to a nice tailor, pick you up something dazzlin!”

“I couldn’t, Avis.”

“Please? For me?” I pout. He crooked his mouth, and shook his head.

“Only this once. I don’t feel right using your money.” He mutters.

“Yes! Cha-ching! We’ll be the hottest couple in Gotham!” I exclaimed. Arthur blushes.

“What’s the matter, you don’t agree?”

“Well, there’s also the fact that I’m me.” He looked sad.

“All the more to celebrate! Come on, let’s go! I’m starving!”

In a matter of time, Arthur donned a crimson red suit, and I matched in red velvet. We walked downtown, me holding onto his arm. We looked striking. We were immortal in this exact moment. As long as our blood flowed, we lived.

I was happy to be alive. With him. Anything and everything I wanted. He open fired on my heart. We entered a classy dark venue. On stage, a female crooner serenaded the audience.

🎶 Hide your heart from sight, lock your dreams at night

It could happen to you🎶

“Oh wow, this is nice!” I felt the velvet seats we sat on.

“Real, real classy, I can’t believe we could afford this.....” I admired, resting a hand on his thigh. He stifled a laugh.

“Wanna hear a joke? We can’t.” He laughed some more. Soon, we were being escorted out.

“Spineless bastard swine!!!! We hated it! Every second was as boring as the last!! And don’t get me started on the entertainment!” I spit at the guards.

“Let’s just get out of here.....” Arthur pulled me along.

“They can’t treat us like this!” I protest.

“Better get used to it, like I have.” Arthur walked ahead.

“Artie, I’m sorry. I just hate it. I’m sick and tired of being treated worse than the garbage on these wretched streets!” I chase after him, back to the hotel. He sprawled himself on the bed.

“Let me make it up to you, please?” I offer, crawling next to him.

“Nothing can redeem this evening.” He mutters.

“Are you sure? Like, really sure?” I tried to entice him.

He just lit a cigarette, and laid there, looking up at the ceiling. I felt his bulge, really stroked it, and made my way up to give him kisses. He struggled to maintain composure, finally breaking it by taking my face and kissing me rough. He sat upright quickly, throwing off the suit and helping me out of my fancy dress. I loved every moment. He let me ride him, both of us kissing and moaning loudly. Again we laid naked side by side, enjoying the afterwave of a raging climax. He lit up a cigarette. I moved over to him, hugging him. He turned toward me and hugged back.

“Arthur........ I love you.” I whispered. He laughs.

“Arthur! I’m being real! I really mean it!” I retort. He says and does nothing.

“I want to spend my life with you........” I admit. I knew what he was gonna say.

“I know, I know, we barely know each other, but I can’t deny the feeling of when we’re together. Home. I know it’s sounds really stupid and cheesy, but I’ve never felt this way with literally anyone before.” I looked into his eyes.

“Let’s get married. Start a family—” I mused as he shot a glare, which caught me completely off guard.

“No kids. Never. I won’t allow myself to let you down.” I didn’t know this Arthur. I suppress my fear, and wondered about the times I let him hit it raw. I wouldn’t dare say it to his face though.

“I just don’t know what I’d become.” He softened, moving hair from on my face.

“Darling, never mention this again. It hurts to imagine what would happen to me if....... you know.” He explained, stroking my cheek softly.

“Okay, okay. I won’t. It wasn’t exactly a dream to me, I just want to make you to stay.” I admit.

“We can never be apart. I’m alive inside you. As long as you breath, and live, I’m there, my love.”

My love

I kiss him on the mouth softly, feeling the sand start to fill my eyes. He lazily kisses me back, his heavy arms resting on my body. We cuddle and curled into a ball and let ourselves sleep. I prayed that this wasn’t a dream, and not sleep bringing us back to reality.

I woke up early, not moving anything but my eyes.

Arthur sat in the sun, still nude, listening to the radio quietly. How could I have gotten so........lucky? Blessed?

Glory filled my life ever since him.

I didn’t want to disturb him. I shifted a little and sighed, trying to seem asleep. I strained my ear to hear what he was listening.

🎶 We passed upon the stair

We spoke of was and when

Although I wasn't there

He said I was his friend🎶

Was that Bowie? I could kinda hear the voice. I gained the confidence to wake in front of him. I stretched, watching his every move.

“Hey, make some coffee will ya?” I greet. He turns with a soft smile on his face.

“I was thinking..... let’s do brunch?” He offers.

“Brunch on a Saturday? You’re a day early, daddy.” I quipped. He looked at me funny.

“What’d you call me?”

“Daddy. Why, you hate it?”

“No. Far from it.” He grinned that grin, the one which melts my panties off. I’m joking, but it also wasn’t exactly untrue.

We both get dressed, then out for brunch.

“Nice place. I like it. Nice vibes.” I comment as we walked into the iHop.

“What ya gonna have? Pancakes? Or what else? Oh, look, more pancakes.” I quipped.

“Look, if you want we could just lea—“

“I’m joking! Pancakes will make do!” I remarked.

We both just ordered what we first saw when we opened the menu.

“Nice. Banana split pancakes. Can’t wait.”

“I’m gonna go with....... hot cakes. With strawberries, please.” Arthur orders. The waitress wrote it down and left.

“Thanks.” He calls after the waitress.

“What a b*tch. I seen the way she looked at me.” I mumbled. Someone was losing a head today.

“What are you talking about? She probably looked like that to everyone here.”

“I want to go. Now.” I growled. Arthur sighed, a completely different sounding sigh than I was used to.

“Okay, okay.” Arthur obliges me. We get up, but I wasn’t very happy yet. We just happened to run into the b*tch herself.

“This is an ihop, not some fancy shmancy wine and dine, lighten up.” I retorted while Arthur was trying his best to drag me out without any conflict. We went out into the street.

“Avis. What the hell?” Arthur was genuinely pissed at me, I could tell. My eyes well up with tears and I felt my face contorting into a ugly crying mode.

“Babe, don’t cry. I’m sorry I just....... look, I’ll make it up to you.” He hugged me tightly.

“I guess you can’t take me anywhere now, I just cause trouble.” I mumble as we both walk down the street.

“My favourite kind of trouble, though.” Arthur smirked. He never fails to put a smile on my face when I’m sad and down.

“Arthur, you’re so good to me.” I say quietly to him, rubbing the scar overtop my clothes. He notices, and pats his scar back, smiling mischievously.

Our secret.

We walked and walked until we found a tiny cafe in the wall. They played Al Bowlly. This is what drew Arthur to stay for a bit. He went to the jukebox, waving me over. I came to him, and he put out his hand to dance.

🎶 Midnight brought us sweet romance

I know all my whole life through

I'll be remembering you

Whatever else I do🎶

We danced. When it was over, we danced some more.

Arthur lead me to a table in the corner, when suddenly—

“Here you two lovebirds are. On the house.” The elderly barista said, handing us cups of coffee.

“Why?” I ask, looking into the cup.

“Was refreshing to see people use that old junk of a jukebox! Enjoy!” The barista went back to cleaning the bar.

“Sweet! What are the odds of that, huh?”

“Lucky us.” Arthur mused.

“What’s up? You seem kind of sad.” I question.

“Lost my job a few days ago.” His voice was sullen.

“What?!?! Why?” I say with concern.

“Dropped this.” He places a gun on the table, a frown on his face. I gasped.

“Shit, Arthur...I felt my heart, and certain other regions ache. Arthur shook his head, smiling lightly at my enthusiasm. Or so I think.

“You don’t strike me as a criminal, Artie. Did you kill anybody?” I jest.

“No. Not yet.” He said,

“There’s only one thing left to do.” He pushes the gun to me.

“Me? What the hell? You want me to do what, kill you?” I inquired, hating that thought. He laughs.

“Don’t be silly. I’m going to kill my boss. Bastard deserves to rot in hell.” Arthur grimaced. I hated this look on him.

“Okay, okay. I’ll help.” I agree.

“Good little girl. I know his schedule, we will meet him in the parking lot across from my old workplace. We will proceed on Monday. Get your hopes up, there will be blood.”

Monday evening.

We donned our clown masks, wearing suspiciously neat clothing. We hid behind some cars as we waited.

“There he is!” Arthur pilled me up, and looked at the victim. An old dude who clearly had no idea he dressed too much for work in a clownery.

“Arthur? Bastard! You are the killer clown that’s on the

los—“ Arthur shout him in the throat. He laughed manically. I joined in.

“Your turn, honey! Finish for daddy!” Arthur yelled to me. No words could describe how turned on I was. I shot at the boss, in the stomach.

“The head! The bastard’s head!” Arthur was on his power trip now.

“I can’t. I told you I’m a shit aim!” I explain as he grabbed the gun from my hand and shot the boss through the temple. His blood pooled and brains scattered on the ground.

“Let’s get the hell out of here. Now.” He ordered, lighting up a cigarette. I blew a raspberry at the dead guy ask passed. We walked down the street, down a back alley, and found a barrel fire. We threw our plastic masks away. Now, we were heading home.

“I can’t believe I hadn’t noticed that you are the killer clown! You’re practically famous— well Infamous, I guess.” I marvelled.

“Keep it down, there are eyes and ears everywhere.”

“Shucks, sorry.” I apologise.

When we got in, I kissed him on the mouth.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to do this!” I purr, getting down on my knees. He looks down at me, automatically taking his trousers off. I took him in my mouth, stroking and sucking on him. He tosses his head back, groaning. I keep at it, happy I’ve pleased him in all ways than one.

(A/N: I do not know how dicks work so go easy on me pls)

He quickly finished, into my mouth. He didn’t last as long as he used to, or maybe I was just getting better at pleasing him? Only he knows. I then swallowed up his cum.

“Good girl.” Arthur strokes my head, lifting me up and putting me on the bed. It was strange how quickly our relationship turned kinky, but I really liked it. Really really.

“Anything for you, sir.” I coped at him. He squeezed my lips together with one hand.

“Anything?” He taunted.

“Yes, sir. Anything.” I gave him seductive eyes.

“Play with yourself. On the bed. Now.” He growled. I felt myself getting wetter. I sit, looking into his eyes without breaking contact, spreading for him. I put my fingers on my clit and rubbed. I imagined him in me. It wasn’t fair to have him here in the flesh and him not doing anything to satisfy us. Me.

“How does it feel, pumpkin?” He asked. I bit my lip.

“Really really good sir.” I remembered him aiming his gun and shooting his boss, and I was almost cumming.

I screamed his name as I finished, squirting on the bed. Arthur laughed slowly.

“Look at my messy girl!” Arthur remarks, as he sits next to me.

“Ready for round 2?” He asked as he stuck his fingers in me. I moaned so loud. I felt him pressing on my g-spot, and his thumb circling my overstimulated clit.

“Ah, fuck, Artie......” I said weakly.

“You like that, baby girl? You like it when daddy touches you? When you let him fuck your tight pussy?”

(A/N: SORRY if this is cringe I don’t know how to talk dirty lmao. Can you tell I’m a virgin lmaffffooo)

“More than anything in the world!” I exclaimed, gasping with pleasure. I look down at his groin, noticing he too was ready for round 2. He takes off his pants, wearing only his shirt.

He thrusts in and out of me, and I revel how good we fit together. How each stroke sent waves and waves of spasms throughout my body. It was so much. I ached and begged him to let me cum.

“Come one baby, cum for daddy.” He groaned, and as I came again. As he pulled out, some of his cum leaked out of me. I worried about getting knocked up. Arthur would leave me.

“Why such a serious face, Avis?” He questioned with a small smile. I couldn’t tell him. He would be so mad.........

“Just thinking. It’s nothing, really.” I smiled gleefully.

#joaquin phoenix #joaquin phoenix joker #joker 2019 #joker fanfic #joker fanfiction #arthur fleck

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swearronchanel · 6 years ago

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the durrells 4.04

Today I woke up in Corfu and went to bed in London watching The Durrells in Corfu

I was JUST in Corfu this morning, i’ll never get over it!

I wish I had more than 2 days there ugh 😭💔 I loved it

LESLIE TAUGHT HIM COCKENY LMFAOOO STOP

THE “OLD” SPIROS IS BACK SJSKS

ALSO ITS TRUE THERE ARE SO MANY SPIROS’ ON CORFU I CAN CONFIRM LMAOO CHECK MY VLOG OUT LATER (JK NOW RIGHT HERE )

THE SHEEP 😂😂

“TEACH HIM HOW TO LEAVE HIS WIFE” LMAOO I WILL! I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE

Omg the devil child

She reminds me of a Harry Potter character?

Margo smack her up Lmaoo

SHE THINKS AFRICA IS A COUNTRY SJSJSJ STOP

Papi Theo 😂

A SHOP IN SODOM OR GAUMORAM SNKSKS F*CK LMAOO IM CACKLING

I WAS THERE UGH LOOK AT THE BEAUTIFUL ISLAND

Larry come back already ughhh

Gerry get your girl

You can compete with a motorcycle.. probably

LMAO forget it Gerry this is second hand embarrassing

“AND HER PERKY HANDYMAN” oh my god get a BED YOU TWO!

*sings* and then there’s Maude!

I miss Margo’s Greek wardrobe

“Can Dr Petridis fix it?” LMFAO LES GET WITH IT 🤦🏼‍♀️

“No no, God no, why would I do that” LMAO POOR BASIL can’t help he is a little repulsive SJSJJS

THE SEXUAL TENSION between them is physically HURTING me

LUGA STOP LMAO THIS IS A PRO LOUISA & SPIROS HOUSEHOLD

Basil singing what I call the Matthew & Mary song from Downton

Go ahead Basil, TAKE SPIROS’ WIFE PLS

Leslie and Basil are matching omg lol

Dimetra serving another look tho tbh

SPIROS AND LOUISA OMG SJJSJS WHAT WAS THE CONTEXT OF THAT PLAYFUL FLIRTING?!

Louisa’s sunglasses yes queen! fashion and beauty icon

shit lmaoo everyone hates Louisa now?? oh nooo 🤦🏼‍♀️

LMFAO MARGO WILDIN

I love it tho

It’s movie time!

IMMORAL LMAO

“You slipped that one in quickly”

Theo go cheer up your mans!

Or Louisa can it’s fine

AWW GERRY DON’T CRY😭😭

Poor kid

Roger omg my heart

Margo and Maude aw this is kinda pure lol

LESLIE TYING THIS LADY DOWN TO THE CHAIR LMAO

BASIL REALLY BAGGED MRS SPIROS? LMAO

“We must go through the verbs .. after I learned them” Margo is too funny 😂

“You knew?” Spiros spill that damn tea now !!

The Durrells house is always lit tbh 😂 insane, but lit

LMAO THESE GAY AMERICAN GUYS NEED MORE SCREEN TIME

“we are all foreign”

OMG LMAO THEY ALL DRESSED FOR CHURCH I LOVE IT

ALso it’s Orthodox Easter today so it is fitting

The mail man is the snitch you just have to smack him up 😂

But kissing his ass is fine too I guess Lmaoo

The ILLIAD LMAO BASIL REALLY

WOW LOUISA LMAO DAMN IT 🤦🏼‍♀️

“COME BACK HERE AND PUT YOUR SHORTS ON” 😂😂 WHY DO ENGLISH PPL ONLY WANT YOUNG BOYS IN SHORTS?

“Keep ya hair on” is the new “don’t get your panties in a twist”

LES WITH THE PARROT LMAO “KILL HITLER”

BASKET WEAVING TO A FISH 😂😂 Larry is such a smart ass I miss all his screen time

Oh no Gerry is gonna crash the bike 😂

“LEAVE THE COUNTRY” Luga ain’t even sugar coating it omg 😭😂

Geoffrey and Pure in the movie theatre 😂

PLEASURE HOUSE LMAO relax it’s the movies not a brothel

Movies had sound for a decade by this time tho- why are they watching silent films?

Louisa in the traditional clothing aw she looks so cute!

Omg they’re wrecking the whole dance 😂😂

Spiros with his instrument, I love him!

BASIL AND DEMITRA LMFAO WOW IT’S WEIRD

BUT UM DOESN’T THAT GIVE LOUISA PERMISSION TO HOOK UP WITH SPIROS AT LEAST LMAO

GERRY AND A CUTE GREEK GIRL! GET EM

NOW GALINI IS JEALOUS OFC

GERRY’S WINNING TONIGHT OMG

SPIROS IS MOVING IN?! YES PLS

NOW GO SLEEP IN LOUISA’S ROOM 😅😉

MAKE YOURSELF AT HOME SPIROS!!

this is killing me LMAO I’m way too invested in them

F*ck ..the Nazi’s are acoming..

Basil you better RUN BITCH! SPIROS IS GOING TO KILL U WITH HIS BARE HANDS

How has it been an hour already UGH I NEED MORE

“I can never forgive you..” BRO WAIT WHATTT TF IS HAPPENING NEXT WEEK NO NO NO I NEED SPIROS AND LOUISA GETTING ALONG AT THE VERY LEAST WTF

THERES NO WAY 2 MORE EPISODES WILL HAVE ME CONTENT WITH THIS SERIES ENDING BYE NO ONE TALK TO ME IM ALREADY HURT IN ADVANCED LMAO

I NEED TO LAY DOWN

#the durrells #my thoughts #commentary #this show has me WRECKED #the durrells in corfu #but also check out my corfu pics and vlog!#sadly didnt get to see where any of the show was filmed specifically but the spirit was there

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kates-sweet-escape · 6 years ago

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[WH] YOURS - The series: Chapter Two

pairing: Wonho X Reader (female)

genre: Angst / Suspense

word count: 3.9k

summary: That one phone call will change your life forever. And even though you are very well aware of the consequences, you can’t stop yourself from running right back...

a/n: You are living with a fake identity. Whenever you read Y/F/N people call you by your fake first name.

cover: Made by me.

Picture credit: Official Monsta X

This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

chapter index: Prologue | 01 | 02 | 03

“Yours”

One word. That’s all it took for your brain to go haywire and your heart to brutally murder your rationality with the sharp dagger of your raw and unfiltered emotions. Your feet started moving before you realized it. Or rather before you were able to stop yourself.

“I’ll be right there.” You hung up, paying no mind to the nurse. By now she must be convinced that you were some kind of lunatic. Maybe she regretted dialing the saved number in the first place.

But she would never be able to take it back. Because there was no such thing as turning back time. No matter how much one wished for it. No matter how much regret filled one's heart.

Time was ruthless. And it never gave any second chances.

You gripped the phone tightly as you ran towards the heavy exit door that you simply shoved open with the force of your shoulder. The sound of your heels was like gunfire, echoing off the walls of the hallway that would lead you straight back to Changkyun’s office.

Hoseok was in the hospital.

Stabbed. Unconscious. Helpless.

And in danger, since Hyunwoo obviously wanted him dead.

Once your brother would realize that Jooheon had failed, he’d send someone else. Someone who was very unlikely to fail. Especially in a hospital.

He would probably send Minhyuk. He knew how to blend in. How to charm people into giving him what he wanted. Or to disappear completely even in a room full of people.

If you wanted to make a statement with a kill, you went with Jooheon. But if you wanted things to be over without a trace, Minhyuk was your man.

Sneaky. Invisible. And awfully familiar with all sorts of medication that could either cause a merciful death within a heartbeat or make his victim suffer, crying out in pain over the course of hours if he felt like it.

Hoseok wouldn’t be able to see him coming. And the thought alone of him grunting in pain and losing his life made you speed up your steps even further. You basically slithered around the corner as you passed the reception area in front of Changkyun’s office that usually was your workplace. Your hands grabbed a hold of the edge of Soojeon’s desk to steady yourself before your leaped forwards, pushing open the door to Changkyun’s office with so much force that it hit the wall. You could hear the faint cracking of glass but you sure as hell didn’t care.

You could only think about one thing. And that was saving Hoseok’s life.

“Y/F/N, can’t you-” Soojeon jumped up from her seat, lifting her finger at you in anger. “Hey! Are you insane? You can’t just-”

“Shut up for Christ’s sake!” You said, brushing her off without thinking twice before you walked over to Changkyun who was still standing at the conference table, his eyes wide with shock as he looked back and forth between you and his now slightly cracked office door.

Usually, you wouldn’t have lost your cool like that. No matter how annoyed or angry or lonely you were, you were always able to hide it behind a neutral smile, not giving anybody a chance to look deeper than surface level. But this was about Hoseok. This was different.

You held out your hand towards Changkyun in urgency, ignoring the suspicious look he was giving you. “I need your car.”

Your boss frowned, obviously even more confused than before. “What?”

F*ck! You didn’t have time to explain! “Car keys! Now!”

“Alright. Alright.” Changkyun patted down his body, cursing under his breath before he walked over towards the coat rack that was hanging on the wall next to his huge glass desk. “What the hell happened?”

“Emergency.” You shifted your weight from one foot onto the other, eager to get out of there. You knew you were losing precious seconds that might end up saving or ending Hoseok’s life. And you were wasting them because Changkyun had to search in the depths of his thin designer coat. “If you could hurry it up. I really gotta-”

“Got them.” Changkyun pulled out the keys and you came to meet him halfway. You reached out your hand to grab the keys but he held them above his head, making you growl in with anger.

“Hey Y/F/N! Wait a second.” He held up his other hand in a gesture that was probably supposed to calm you down, but it only made you more furious. “I don’t think you should drive right now. Let me call Hongsik. He’ll dri-”

God! Was he for real? You loved Changkyun’s chauffeur but that man was getting old and he always drove way too slow, causing you to be at least five minutes late to almost all your meetings. And this time you didn’t have five minutes to spare. Maybe not even five seconds, depending on how close your brother actually was.

“Changkyun.” You said with anger straining your voice. “Give me the f*cking keys.” You didn’t care about the fact that you’d never cussed in front of your boss, who was eyeing you like you were a complete stranger. You had to get those bloody keys. Even if you’d have to break his damn wrist to get them. Luckily you didn’t have to. Instead, Changkyun lowered his arm and opened his fist. The slick black car key fell into the palm of your hand, the silver trident emblem shining under the office lights.

You turned on your heels and headed for the door. “Thanks, Changkyun.”

“Be careful.”

When you heard the anxious tone of in his voice you almost looked back over your shoulder. But you couldn’t. Your sight was already set on the elevator doors. However, there was something you could do. “Soojeon.” You said, looking at the flinching secretary right after pressing the call button for the elevator. “Help Mr. Im with the documents.”

“Alright.” Judging by the pale tone of her skin Soojeon was probably too afraid of you to tell you off. The elevator arrived and the doors opened, so you stepped inside. “When are you going to come back?”

You didn’t answer since you didn’t know if you were even able to make it back. Because if any of Hyunwoo’s men would reach Hoseok before you did, you’d both be dead.

Instead, you just watched the doors close right in front of you, enclosing you, and leaving you with the feeling of being suffocated and the faint sound of elevator music.

You closed your eyes and let your head fall against the cold metal. Suddenly, that small car key in your hand felt like it weighted at least a ton while the elevator seemed to move in slow-motion.

It gave you some time to think, which wasn’t necessarily a good thing. Because unlike the toned-down and calming music that was softly playing in the background your thoughts were like bullets. Loud. Dangerous. And leaving behind nothing but a bloody and deadly mess that was hard to make sense of.

How the hell had it come to this? Why was your number saved into Hoseok’s phone? How was Hoseok doing? Did he regain consciousness? Was he suffering from the pain? Or did Minhyuk find him already, swiftly ending his life with a syringe, making him die alone?

But even if your thoughts and feelings were in shambles, attacking you viscously with their sharp edges, one thing was painfully obvious: Hoseok was in the hospital, stabbed by no other than the infamous Lee Jooheon. Which could only mean one thing - Your brother wanted his best friend dead.

But why?

Hyunwoo had always loved and adored Hoseok. He’d been his closest friend and companion ever since your father had taken him in all those years ago. They’d been through thick and thin together, defeating dangerous enemies and drinking away the pain while getting stitched up by no other than you. They’d overcome so much together. Like the death of your father, countless wars with other clans or the news of Hoseok dating you behind Hyunwoo’s back.

They’d fought, threw punches and insulted each other. But they’d also been each other’s backbone in difficult times, supporting one another like only brothers would.

So why did Hyunwoo want Hoseok dead?

The elevator came to a sudden halt and you hurriedly checked the level you were on. The underground parking garage. Perfect.

The doors opened and you quickly walked out, unfazed by the amount of cars that had been parked here. You knew exactly where you were going. Four of the parking spots were reserved for the CEO. And luckily they were right next to the elevator. Also Changkyun’s car was pretty hard to miss.

You unlocked the car with the remote on the key and the headlights lid up, as if you’d been able to walk past it without this useless feature. A Maserati Ghibli S Q4 GRANDSPORT. In white. Changkyun’s favorite color.

You despised that car. It was flashy and drew too much attention. But it’s 430 horsepowers would help you get to the other side of town in no time. And that was more important than anything else. So you opened the door and got into the driver's seat. Your hands touched the steering wheel that was covered in black italian leather and you tried your best not to think about the fact that all of this felt oddly familiar. Instead, you started the engine which came to life with a smooth and low purr before you reversed out of the parking lot. It was a little strange, sitting behind the wheel of a car again after two years. You hadn’t been able to buy a car because of your fake ID so you’d only ever used public transport. And if you’d had to go anywhere that was related to work you’d always been in the backseat, right next to Changkyun. Good thing that Hyungwon, your close friend and the Clan’s get-away driver, had taught you how to drive any type of car. Even a bullet-proof SUV. You drove the car out of the garage and onto the street. Once you were on the highway, you put the pedal to the metal, hoping and praying that you weren’t already too late.

You broke countless traffic regulations. Especially the speed limit. But you didn’t mind. Because even if the police would try to stop you, you would be able to get rid of them easily with the driving skills you had. You overtook one car after the other and once you’ve passed the bridge that lead you away from the bay and closer to the city limits you felt like you were on a speedway that lead you right back to your past.

And to some extent it was true. Because this path led you straight back to the man you’d been in love with for so many years.

What had happened that Hoseok ended up in the hospital, stabbed by one of his friends? Had he betrayed Hyunwoo? Had he left the Clan after years of being one of their most trusted and most efficient soldiers?

No, that was absolutely impossible and you were ashamed that the thought had even crossed your mind.

You knew Hoseok better than that. The Clan had been his life. His family. And he’d have rather killed himself than betray your brother or the Son family. He was loyal to a fault. Which was exactly why your father had taken him in and trained him to be your brothers right-hand man even though Hoseok had been a nobody - An orphan without any known connection to the dark royalty of Seoul’s messed-up underworld. Usually, a guy like him would have never been able to enter a family like yours, that had been built upon generations of the most powerful and gruesome leaders the city had ever seen. Usually, he’d have been deemed unworthy of being a right-hand man, and even more unworthy of being your husband-to-be.

But your father had seen Hoseok’s potential. Or rather his fragile heart that had only ever wanted to find a place to call home. And he’d used that good and lonely heart of his to turn him into a soldier for his own dark and pointless war. Hoseok had learned all sorts of fighting and killing techniques from that sadistic bastard. He’d been quick on the uptake, eager to learn and even more eager to please the man who’d given him a sense of purpose and a roof over his head. So he’d put in an extra amount of effort, quickly outshining all the other students your father had ever had.

Including your own brother.

But your brother had been unfazed by Hoseok, accepting your father’s protégé as a friend and rival, because Hyunwoo had always known that he’d be king one day. That the Clan was his. And only his. So he’d never seen Hoseok as a threat. He’d always been his brother in arms. His companion.

So what had happened between them?

You’d probably find out soon enough.

At least that was the thought that crossed your mind when you finally reached the big hospital, that looked as bleak and run-down as any other clinic in the outskirts of Busan.

You parked Changkyun’s car right in front of the ER, shoving the door open before you’d even really stopped the engine. Annoyed by the high heels limiting your walking speed you quickly took them off, throwing them on to the passenger’s seat without hesitation. Then you closed the door with a lot more force than necessary and locked the car that was already gaining a lot of attention by the people smoking outside. However, you couldn’t concern yourself with keeping a low profile. Instead, you headed straight for the automatic doors. You rushed through them, almost stumbling when you had to stop to take look around.

You were at the very entrance of the ER, right next to the reception desk. To your right was the waiting area, with lines of seemingly uncomfortable white plastic chairs of which almost all were occupied by people who either seemed to be in pain or were coughing their lungs out. To your left were at least twenty beds lined up, all of them only separated by thin green curtains that hardly gave any privacy. A lot of people were lying down there, some of them as white as the hospital walls. Others looked almost green.

The ER seemed to be very busy, which was probably because it was the end of April and Busan was haunted by the usual spring flu epidemic. A lot of people were talking, while the phones seemed to ring almost constantly. Nurses and doctors were running back and forth, paying you no mind and for a split second you felt small and lost in the midst of all this, with your bare feet touching the cold grey linoleum floor.

But you didn’t have the time to feel helpless or useless. You needed to find Hoseok. Before it was too late.

You didn’t search for him in the packed ER. It was obvious that he wasn’t here. Instead, you walked up to an older woman who, judging by the pink scrubs she was wearing, must have been a nurse. She had her long black hair neatly put up in a bun and you could see that some strands of her hair had already turned grey. And even though her skin had a youthful glow she had some wrinkles around her eyes and her mouth.

“Where is he?”

The nurse turned around to face you. She seemed calm. Collected. And completely unimpressed by your loud and shaky voice. Instead, she just laid her hand on your forearm, gently squeezing it. “Who are you looking for, dearie?”

Her hands felt cold on your heated skin. How was she even able to touch your skin? You hardly wore any short sleeves, worried that the make-up might come off, exposing your tattoos. But then you remembered. You’d forgotten to put your blazer back on before leaving Changkyun’s office, leaving you in nothing but the midnight blue sheath dress that you’d been wearing since this morning. “Unidentified male. In his mid-twenties. Stabwound.”

“Ah.” She looked at another nurse, who was standing on the other side of the desk, eyeing you with suspicion in her eyes. “He’s Heeyeon’s patient, right?” The other nurse just nodded and handed her colleague a thin patient chart. “Are you his next of kin?”

No. “Yes.”

“So she was able to reach somebody. That’s great.” The older nurse opened up the sheet and took a look at what you thought must have been Hoseok’s data. “First of all, you don’t need to worry that much. He is stable for now. The stab wound was rather deep but it didn’t damage any organs which is great. Unfortunately, he lost a lot of blood since it apparently took a while before somebody found him.” She looked up from the chart, smiling at you reassuringly. “He’s got a few fractured ribs, the fingers on his left hand are all swollen and he has some cuts on his forehead and cheeks but nothing too dramatic. The doctor was very careful in stitching them up in order not to ruin that handsome face of his.”

This sounded a lot like Jooheon’s doing. He always liked to ‘play’ with his victims first. “Where is he?”

“At the end of the hall.” She pointed towards another set of automatic doors, that would lead you deeper into the hospital and probably into the trauma ward. “The last room on the right-hand side. But last time I checked he was still unconscious. The police are on their way to ask the two of you some questions. But you’ve got nothing to worry about. It’s obvious that he was assaulted.”

“Thank you.” You forced a smile while your brain was already formulating a plan. You needed to get Hoseok out of here before the police arrived. Because no matter the city - being questioned by the police was to be avoided by people like you. Especially since you were living under a fake name with only a fake ID.

“No problem.” The nurse closed the patient chart and handed it back to her colleague. “By the way - you don’t look much alike. Are you his fiancé?”

You answered out of habit without thinking twice. “Yes.”

The younger nurse scoffed a little. “Lucky you.”

You cursed yourself under your breath for that blunt lie but it was the least suspicious explanation for you being here. So you simply nodded and bowed a little before heading in the direction the nurse had told you to go. You passed the automatic door and were faced with a long hallway that was seemingly endless. Once the doors behind you closed again, it became utterly quiet. You could hear muffled talking behind some of the closed blue doors. Sometimes there was even a soft sob. But in comparison to the busy ER this place felt like a graveyard. It smelled of sanitizer, tears and a hint of blood.

To you, this was what death smelled like.

But you shouldn’t revisit the ghosts of the past. You shouldn’t let your weak heart drag you back into that grey hospital room in Seoul where you’d first encountered death when you’d only been six years old. No matter how much you tried, the image of your mother still came to mind, staring at you with open and lifeless eyes. But it started to become distorted. And suddenly you weren’t looking at your mother anymore. Instead, Hoseok’s empty eyes were staring back at you.

Your heart skipped a beat and you started to hurry again. You had wasted enough time. Now you needed to get him out of here. It should be easy with him being unconscious. You just needed to steal some nurses clothes and cover his face. Then you’d just pretend that you were taking a dead body to the morgue. Just like in the movies. Nice and easy. Without anybody noticing. And without having to face Hoseok’s hate and anger head-on. You’d get him out of here and into the backseat of Changkyun’s car. And then…

Sh*t. You had absolutely no idea what to do after that, but you would figure it out eventually.

For now, you needed to focus on saving his life.

You reached the end of the white hall and looked at the blue door to your right. Behind that door was your first love. The man you’d left in the middle of the night, only two months prior to your wedding. The man you’d planned a grand future with. And the man you’d loved more than anything else and had never been able to forget.

You reached for the doorknob, trying to ignore the fact that your hand was shaking. When your fingertips were finally touching the knob, you couldn’t bring yourself to open the door.

You knew you couldn’t let him die, but you were afraid of facing him after all this time. After betraying him and walking out on him like the coward you were.

But, no matter how afraid you were - you couldn’t let him die.

And since he was unconscious you’d be alright. At least for now.

So you quickly opened the door and snuck inside, careful not to draw any more attention than you already did back in the ER.

You leaned your back against the door and closed your eyes in order to calm down and to organize your thoughts. You were on the ground floor and at the very end of the hall. The morgue was probably a floor below which meant that you needed an elevator. Maybe the emergency plan would tell you where exactly it was located. You should have really paid more attention to your surroundings when you’d arrived at the ER. But you’d been so out of it that you couldn’t remember a bloody thing. Something your brother would have scolded you for. So you needed to find the emergency plan. It was usually hung on the door. Or at least positioned right next to it.

You opened your eyes to look around. But all your thoughts and plans came to a sudden halt when a pair of cognac brown eyes was staring right at you.

Hoseok wasn’t unconscious. Not at all.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, pale as a ghost and with his upper body covered in bandages. He was looking straight at you. His face not giving away any emotion as he hid himself behind this impregnable mask of cold indifference that your father had taught him and that you had always despised.

At this moment he wasn’t Shin Hoseok, the love of your life.

He was Wonho, your brother's loyal soldier and attack dog.

And he was looking at you like you were the next target on his hit list.

“Long time no see, Y/N.”

to be continued...

#monbebe net #monbebenet #wonho #wonho fanfiction #monsta x #monsta x fanfiction #wonho scenario #monsta x scenario #shin wonho #shin hoseok #lee hoseok #monsta x wonho #monsta x hoseok #monsta x angst #shin hoseok angst #wonho angst #katesfanfictions #writing

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parkjmini · 6 years ago

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090518: serendipity

okay so here’s my shitpost recap of all of my feelings about seeing jimin perform serendipitydoo irl:

alright before i even start right, they performed the snippet of save me and it lead into i’m fine. THIS WAS THE 2ND AND 3RD SONG THEY PERFORMED BTW HAHAHA i cried, i bawled, i was S O B B I NG during i’m fine, like yall know jimin’s part in the chorus where he sings abt sunshine and how he’s fine like FU CK I WAS NOT F I NE

everytime his face came onto the big screens and he was singing how he was fine, i would start crying again like i didn’t kno what came over me. i guess it was bc i’ve seen him grow the past 5 years and how much he’s been through as a person and him saying those lyrics i was like wow my baby is fine! he’s finally fine!!! like wow!!!

okay anyways, here’s the thing. they played vcrs before every solo stage so i knew jimin’s and namjoon’s were the next two solos coming up (i canNOT believe they went in for the double kill like jimin AND nams???? fuck off bts) and i was hype, my best friends were hyping me up like “yo your mans coming up” and im like “ya hoe im here, im ready imma sing my heart out”

hahhahahahhahahaahahahhaahha when the concert hall went all dark and the back track for serendipity came on....for some odd reason....... i fcking... f r o z e like i tensed up like a mf. They had banners that were passed out and i was hugging my banner vertically like it was some body pillow, afraid to let go

The lights came on and Jimin appeared in the middle of the frking stage in his outfit and his backup dancers and he was so shiny and sparkly and he was singing serendipity and everyone was losing their shit and SCREAMING/CHEERING !!!! i STOOD THERE, silent ! not a word! and im the type of person at concerts to scream/sing my head off

but i was so... mesmerized by the man of my dreams performing. like a strange epiphany washed over me, i fucking love park jimin. i have so much love with park jimin. ive always been like yea that’s my baby i love him and all but, it really really hit me like a truck just as to how much i actually loved this man who prob didn’t even kno i was dazed for him just by seeing him IN PERSON. HE WAS REAL IT ALL FELT SO REAL??? (okbut also side note, even tho i was there, it didnt rlly feel like i was there?? like it didn’t actually feel like i saw bts, mayb so fake bts group but that was THE jimin of my life, THE one i run a whole goddamn tumblr abt... mayb it just didnt rlly settle in me that i was at the bts concert....)

he left me speechless and it felt like it was only me and him in the entire stadium which was probably insane bc there were over 15,000 screaming ppl there but i couldn’t hear anyone but jimin singing... my friends disappeared from my space too, like i was in my own world with that guy

and the feelings i felt were calm, serenity, safe. omg ohm yGOD, i dont kno what clicked in my head mayb i was overwhelmed with him, bc he’s born to be a star that’s that, and for how my love for jimin was overspilling my brims. i couldn’t move, i wanted to film a piece of it so i could look back on it but i couldn’t take my eyes off of his solo stage

i just had so much admiration and shit, i was proud as hell for him. to see him performing a solo, with such confidence and charisma was astonishing. i kno im a writer and all but i cant even find the perfect words to exactly pinpoint how his serendipity stage made me feel. i still cannot regurgitate what was running through my head bc i felt everything in my heart

it was only when the stage ended and one of my friends hugged me that i realized that i had been lost in my own world w jimin and i had just been wide eyed and immersed in the wonders of jimin and i’ve never felt a feeling as strong as that in my entire life

#bts #park jimin #bts love yourself #bts ly tour #personal #im actually insane lmao #he makes me gush #and i want to disappear

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narahalara · 8 years ago

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need to vent this dumb thing out of my system

So last night I had a very stressful dumb dream. It was about my first ex. It was like we met again with a crowd of mutual friends after not seeing each other for years. He was not appealing at all. He was wearing fake aesthetic glass frames, he did not look tall from a feet distance but really tall close up. He was wearing gray jeans and a red top I think? I said hi! omg I haven’t see you in forever. I say this out of kindness and common courtesy. But then he looked at me, scoffs in arrogance and continued talking without acknowledging my existence. So I said uhm Justin do you remember me? and he was like uhm... not really, in a kind of rude manner, And I replied it’s me narah. and my heart kind of dropped that he did not bother to remember who I was even though I had no feelings whatsoever. But it still hurt. Anywho he was like OHHH NARAH and greeted me with a f*ck you but like it wasn’t meant to be mean it was meant to sound cool??? like he was like f*ck you whats up and handshaked me. then all of a sudden he was like so how are you? and I was like im good!! and I was just telling him about all my accomplishments and that I was attending UCLA and what not. and slowly he starts pushing me up against closer to a wall. None of our mutual friends are there anymore. Then he’s just like thats nice blah blah but not really interested in what I have to say. Then I asked him how he was. I asked him how was his girlfriend. He was like oh its been great we’ve been together since freshman year. And I’m like wait...and he’s like oh no not when I liked you it was way after I swear. He tells me that apparently her name is kirstin or something like that. That she’s hot and foxy and all that nice shiz. I’m telling him aww thats cute!! relationship goals and I actually genuinely mean it. Then we’re all of a sudden in a restaurant and we’re getting cheesecake and I ask him to spot me but he says he has no money but then I realized my wallet was in my hand so I said nevermind but then he’s like wait I can spot you. And we order cheesecake but then my sister texts me saying my dad is there at school to pick me up and is wondering where I am and I realize it’s 5:77 (yes in my dream 5:77 is a time) and I throw the cheesecake and at him and is like I gotta go then my heart is racing I am scared and I run to my dad’s car and he knows I was out and i get in trouble and the dream is kinda blurry from there but I wake up and i had a rush of panic sweep over me and it took me 5 minutes to realize it was just a dumb dream.

clearly this dream is stupid and has no meaning or anything. but I vent this because I fear the power of my mind to shape shift people I’ve known in my life into these monsters that haunt me and sometimes become a root of my anxiety. Such a stupid dream but the thought of him crossing my mind all day was painful, it hurt and once again I did not know why. I don’t think it was even the though of him that hurt it was more of the monster I created in my mind that made the pain in my head is excruciating. It was not until church that I was able to just let it go. Know It’s all in my head. It does not have power over me whatsoever. know I don’t remember the details perfectly or possibly even 100% correctly. but whether it’s really the thought of him or the imaginary figure that has I’ve created him to be. It’s been years it shouldn’t hurt or affect me.

This vent makes no sense except to me I know. But it’s my weakness. I will contradict myself to the point that I confuse myself, go insane, then eventually reach a point where the pain of contradiction becomes too much to bare, and I go through the process of restructuring everything.

I restructure the person, I restructure the memories, I even manipulate some physical aspects of the person in my memory to avoid any form of accuracy. I deform them sometimes into dust, sometimes even into monsters. I obliterate any “sweet moments” I’ve kept in the back of my mind. I throw or hide away or delete anything connected to the person. I either destroy all evidence of ever meeting the person or create unreal harsh memories and play them over and over in my head until years passed and I cant remember if that memory was actually true or just somethi. ng I made up in my mind

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usuallyrics-blog · 6 years ago

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Light Up (Rikers Remix)

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Light Up (Rikers Remix)

[Verse 1: Drake] Ive been up for 4 days Getting money both ways Dirty and clean, I could use a glass of cold spades Rolex’s, chauffeurs, and low fades I keep thinking how young can you die from old age The always tell me no one is working as hard as you And even though I laugh it off man its probably true Cuz while all of my closest friends out partying I’m just here making all the music that they party too But party on, party on, all night nigga I got these new rappers nervous prom night nigga I grow tired of these fucking grown man liars Story tellers, they aint even need a camp fire Uhh, but I just wanna tell the truth Before one of these haters load a couple shells and shoot This sh-t feel like when fredro star was a sunset park stunting hard in his yellow goose Ya, and I’ma motherfucking missed target But a target none the less, and I just started Was that directed at Moi? Cant be, they must be talking to themselves Hov, hands free Yeah, and I’m just filling up this daily planner Getting busy cuz I’m a star, no spangled banner Jealous dudes get to talking in their music And I just say I wrote it for yo girlfriends Kelsey Grammar Yah, that’s what life becomes when you doing you Welcome to Hollywood don’t let this town ruin you And if you pillow talking with the women that are screwing you Just know that she gon tell another nigga when she through with you Don’t get impatient when it takes to long And drink it all even when it taste too strong yeah I gotta feel alive, even if it kills me Promise to always give you me, the real me

[Chorus] Who would have thought I’d be caught in this life? Let’s celebrate with a toast And get lost in tonight And make it all light up (Hey, Guru, tell homegirl to go to open that Ace right there), Wait until the sun goes down We gon’ make this bitch light up Even when the sun goes down I’m gon’ make this go

[Verse 2: Jay-Z] OWWWWWWW, Hov turning heads like OWLSSSSS Im the man of the hour Triple entendre don’t even ask me how Con-Edison Flo I’m connected to a high power Bright lights will make your whole city light up A trillion watt light bulb when I’m in the night club I just landed in that G-450, caught the mayweather fight cuz his satellite was crispy Uhh, yall can miss me with the money talk The smart moneys on Hov, f-ck what the dummys talk I don’t do to much blogging, I just run the town, I don’t do to much jogging I aint gotta scar yet, you fucking round with me and my dogs is far fetched Drake, heres how they gon come at you With silly rap feuds trying to distract you In disguise in the form of a favor The Barzini meeting, watch for the traitors Uhh, and I’ve seen it all done it all That’s why none of these dum dums could done him off The summers ours, the winter too Top down in the winter, that’s what winners do And to these niggas I’m like windows 7 You let em tell it they swear that they invented you And since no good deed go unpunished I’m not as cool with niggas as I once was I once was, cool as the fonz was, But these bright lights turned me to a monster Sorry mama I’m promised they wouldn’t change me, But I woulda went insane, had I remain the same ME Fuck niggas, bitches too All I got is this money, this will do

[Chorus] Who would have thought I’d be caught in this life? Let’s celebrate with a toast And get lost in tonight And make it all light up (Hey, Guru, tell hom’ to go to open that Ace right there), Wait until the sun goes down We gon’ make this bitch light up Even when the sun goes down I’m gon’ make this go

[Lil Wayne] Hate is temporary love is necessary I went from eatin pussy to eatin commissary Damn I am? the sickest I need therapy You can buy the answers but you cant afford to question me First off I dont need you second guessin me Jail is like third base I’m comin? home eventually Still got shooters like hot tubs Mayne I’m anemic still got bloods I’m in my cell readin fan mail wish I was Amsterdam sippin amstel Thinking bout all of that pussy I cant smell Mayne they did me wrong I feel like nelson mandel ugh I shine too hard and my lamp is shelved But my name still ringin, alexander grahm bells I know you? met damn cause you know damn well that I still got you open open like a clam shell Yeahh still fly on my hawk shit, my conversation stinks cause I talk shit Stay in your lane you on that double park shit We eatin at the top get a spoon and a fork lift I got raps wrapped up like a gift And id be over if it was a spliff ?I’m feelin like elvis jailhouse rock I’m not tupac I’m the new pac Behind bars but the bars dont stop Recordin over the phone hope the call dont drop Drizzy dot the ball I know the ball wont drop And I pray none of my kids ever wanna be cops Young money get em young money got em The boss got his feet up vacation on a island Yea and tell yah girl to send a kite up Cuz even if you dont smoke muhfucka you gone have to light up

[Lil Wayne talking] Nigga… nigga… nigga… nigga Eh ha ha haaa (you got that shit) Three uppa Yeahehh You need me to do it again or sumn or you got me mayne (mayne nigga got that blood) You got that alright bet bet bet bet bet bet bet bet bet bet when I when I can expect to hear that mayne??

Who is Drake

Aubrey Drake Graham – Canadian actor and musician. Degrassi: Jimmy Brooks from the next generation. As a rapper, Drake uses his stage name.

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capricornus-rex · 5 years ago

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Bad Ideas Make Good Memories (2)

Cal Kestis x Reader

Requested by @queen-destenie | Prompt:

Additional tags: Rebel base, Rebel fleet

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2 of ?

Both Jedi Interceptors hovered out of the covered hangar, following the standard operating procedures of the ship—with the help of your astromech droids and BD-1 for Cal only—your ship’s speed warmed up as the landing gears folded in and you’re starting to feel the altitude.

A medley of starfighters and gunships of different make followed at your flank. As all of the ships poured out of the hangar and hovered above the treelines, the two Jedi enhanced their ships’ communications so that it reaches both the command on the ground and the Mantis.

“Wings are now out of the nest,” a scout from the watchtower reports, he repeated the words twice until his voice came through to the command center on the ground.

“All wings report in,” a commander from the ground radioed through all communications.

“Interceptors, standing by.” you and Cal reported.

“Guns, standing by.”

“Aqua Squadron, standing by.”

“Maroon Squadron, standing by.”

The leaders of the Aqua and Maroon Squadrons commanded all of the pilots to report in their call signs—each squadron had eight pilots. The ships were not uniform, but they have the streaks painted across the exteriors of their fighter ships to distinguish them from the other.

R-12 beeped anxiously at you as its scanners picked up the signatures of the incoming TIE Fighters.

“Yeah, I see them, buddy. Good job,” you affirmed.

“Interceptor Two, what’s the current status?”

“Picking up seven signatures, they’ve cut through the atmosphere,” you reported coolly while keeping calm breaths. “TIE Fighters.”

The speeds of the Jedi Interceptors are picking up, the distance between those TIE Fighters is gradually shrinking, and the two of your prepared yourself to attack.

“Stay close, [y/n],”

“I’m gonna have a hard time doing that!” you chuckled.

The TIE Fighters were the first to open fire, all the ships scrambled from their line of fire, causing the TIEs to disperse and chase after their targets—each one has caught an Interceptor in their fronts, both of you were trying to shake it.

In the first few minutes, fighters from the Aqua Squadron have been shot down but the Maroon Squadron backed up the numbers. From the ground, the operators are working real-time as the skirmish occurs in the air.

“Cal and [y/n]?”

“Interceptors One and Two are still online!”

Cere released a sigh that has been choking her since the ships have been deployed. She spotted the twin blips glowing white against the transparent screen, behind those twin blips were the other ships in their designated colors; one by one, each mark vanished from the screen faster than the red ones flying on the other side of the screen.

“Come on, you two…” Cere mumbled under her breath.

The TIE Fighter persisted in tailing you and shooting you until you’re in its range. Glancing only for a second on your radar, you knew you had to think fast.

“[y/n], that TIE is still on your tail!” Cal pointed out.

“I know, I’m trying to shake him. He’s slippery too!”

Cal’s Interceptor and the TIE chasing him flew in your view at your windshield, a lightbulb flickered bright as the sun in your head.

“Cal, I have an idea!”

“Hoo boy, here she comes!” he remarked jokingly. “Okay, what’s the plan?”

“Cover me and I’ll cover you!”

He immediately understood your idea and continued darting through the skies. You gently pushed the steering wheel forward.

“R-12, can you crank up the attack speed!”

“Bee-woop!”

“Attaboy!”

The droid accelerated your Interceptor’s speed to level three. You and Cal’s Interceptors with the TIE Fighters behind you made a swerving bee-line in the sky. The targeting device activated, a white-lined grid glowed over the red screen and the icon of the TIE Fighter registers on the screen.

The enemy’s icon finally settled in the center circle and without a moment’s hesitation, your thumbs crunched the trigger, blue twin lasers shot out of your ship’s guns and damaged the TIE’s wing; you let out another shot and decimated the second wing until it bursts into flames while spinning out of control.

“Alright, my turn, sweetie!”

Cal did a somersault with his Interceptor and placed himself right behind your pursuant. He manually boosted the Interceptor’s attack speed until he was within shooting range. He rested his thumbs over the trigger.

“Watch this, BD!”

“Woooo!”

Ion cannons sputtered out of the barrels and Cal hit a bullseye straight into the TIE Figher’s cockpit. The excited redhead celebrated from the cockpit of his ship and he didn’t realize that his headset in linked in communicating with yours. His celebratory howling busted your right eardrum that you flinched and your ship quaked when you lost a split-second’s worth of control.

“Show-off!” you exclaimed while massaging the crevices of your ear.

“Oh sorry, too loud?”

“No worries, but I’m not gonna let you one-up me, honey!”

“Oh, it’s on!”

The Interceptors flew back into the heart of the skirmish and helped out the other pilots with persistent TIE Fighters on their tails. You and Cal split up to cover the pilots—especially the gunships.

“Keep those TIEs out of the gunships! Guns pack a punch but they’re not built for easy maneuvering!” you barked through the shared-line communications.

“Copy that, Interceptor Two!” the Aqua Seven pilot responded to your call, speaking on behalf of everyone.

All of the smaller and nimbler fighters drew the fire of the TIEs, away from the big gunships that also served as transports for the soldiers; the slippery ones were the ones you pursued, hanging tight in your seat as you maneuver your ship in spins—something that was once a luxury for you when the moment in opportune—and reducing those TIEs into shrapnel with your shooting.

“Nice shooting,” Cal complimented.

“Thanks!” you beamed in a high-pitch, almost too-effeminate tone.

An urgent transmission from the ground cut off your fun, private banter, “I’m picking up some signatures… THEY’RE HUGE!!”

“That can never be good,” you muttered, the playful smile in your face dissolving.

R-12’s scanners have picked up the said signatures as well and reflected them on your radar. Before you even had the time to glance at your screen, they emerged like the undead out of their graves—AT-ATs rising up, rearing their hunched metal backs and heads, and breaking down the trees that stood in their way as they erected themselves.

“Okay, now that is overkill!” you exclaimed at the sight of the pair of AT-ATs.

“Interceptors, I’m picking up another signature—but it’s in the air!”

“Can’t catch a damn break, can we?”

A TIE Assault Shuttle comes to you in full speed and pulls a barrage against you! You barely dodged the hail of blasts it sent your way; only affording a second, you peered at the window at your side while maneuvering your Interceptor—the AT-ATs surely aren’t taking their time, their walking pace doubled from their usual, keeping their sights set on the rebel base after the trees.

Big radar signatures and SHE is going towards it? Great. Cal thought to himself as soon as he saw you zooming past at the corner of his windshield.

“I’ll cover you,” the firm tone in his voice indicated that he doesn’t want to hear a counterargument.

You orbited the walkers and then caught sight of the TIE Assault Shuttle, you only have seconds to come up with a plan; in the blink of an eye, the craziest idea borne from that little disadvantage popped into your head.

“[y/n], you’ve been quiet now. What are you thinking?”

There was a nervous tone in Cal’s voice as he continued to fly by your side while observing the enemy lines. The ground base can also hear everyone’s transmission in designated receivers, and most of them had their ears on you and Cal’s; they detected that unusual silence in your end, they all blankly stared at the holograph that relays your transmissions—anticipating to hear your voice. Cere’s eyes wandered across the flat surface of the illuminated holotable—she stopped observing the other friendlies’ blips, she focused at that one quadrant of the radar with you and Cal’s blips circling the AT-ATs’ signatures.

“What’s happened to her? She’s not down, is she?” one of the head operators blurted.

“No, she’s not—she’s still there,” Cere answered, even if the question wasn’t for her to answer.

You ignored Cal’s question and tightened your grip around your steering wheel. Your fingers dexterously danced across your dashboard.

“She’s prepping her droid… but for what?” the operator relayed.

“R-12, remember when you said you’ll have my back?”

“[y/n]!?” Cal prolonged the syllable in your name as he called you again for your attention.

“Well, you gotta have my back now, R-12!”

“Be-bee… BEEEE?!!?”

Cal saw your starfighter’s cockpit dome opening up in the middle of flight. His jaw dropped and his eyes widened. He still can’t comprehend what plan is running in your mind—and why, of all things, this kind of plan—and how are you going to execute it.

“[Y/N]!!!” he screamed, he didn’t think that you’d hear him with just his bare voice. The microphone of his headset was so overwhelmed by the volume that feedback crackled through your headset—nevertheless, you ignored his voice and for good reason.

Feel… don’t think. You chanted in your mind as you prepared yourself to execute your plan alone.

“R-12, override now!”

“BEEEEE!!!!”

You released your grip from the steering wheel, the Interceptor was now in full control of R-12, and you ejected yourself out of the cockpit, surfing on the wing as your starfighter did a fly-by near the larger TIE. You timed the moment of your jump across with a pinpoint precision that you basically have no backup plan if you don’t make it.

The Jedi Interceptor’s wingspan did little in bridging you to the top of the TIE Assault Shuttle. You kept your feet planted on the wing and then sprang off towards the large enemy ship. You didn’t realize the gap in between was great and you’re afraid that you might have miscalculated yourself.

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travellingthoughts · 7 years ago

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Monday the 11th of September 2017

Oh hey there 👋🏼 She's back, and a lot more real-er this time round👊🏼There's so many topics I want to touch on, but let's see what comes out. Oh the joys of writing.... It's been a hell of a long time since I've written, and as some of you who have been with me for the last 5 months would know, I haven't even finished blogging about my European escapade. It just goes to show how non-stop the end of my trip was 💃🏽 This blog, although originally created for my travel adventures only, will now hold all of my thoughts and feelings about life. And seeing as though it's called travelling thoughts... I think the name is highly appropriate. So where do I begin? Holy shit, so ever since I've been home so much has happened. I'm back into routine working 4-6 days a week, back at uni, back to working out and eating relatively clean. I obviously (social media whore) bought myself a puppy bear who has filled my entire heart. He is naughty and adorable all at the same time and is driving me insane whilst keeping me sane... Go figure! I'm in the midst of planning my 21st in this mayhem (seriously starting to hate the fact that I'm a valentine baby because November is NOT the time to plan a 21st!) AND to top it off I have my best friends wedding at the beginning of December. Then my first cousin and grandma come from America to spend Christmas, New Years and the start of January with my family and I couldn't be more excited. However, I'm honestly feeling really quite overwhelmed and run down. I think this has to do with what I want to share next. So I have been on antidepressants since I was 16 years old and recently, like 6 days ago now, I officially stopped taking them 🎉 It's been a solid 5 years, and I couldn't be prouder that I've actually managed to kick my depression and anxiety on its ass. Here's to a massive F*CK YOU to shit mental health 🖕🏽🥂👊🏼 Getting on these pills was a massive thing as I blatantly refused to take medication for my rapidly declining mental health. I think I was in complete denial that I had anything wrong with me, and after downing any pill I could get my hands on like it was nothing, I figured I may as well give these ones a try too. The beginning was completely fucked... ask anyone who actually stuck by me to see the effects. I would get so so excited and happy over something as simple as going for a coffee with a friend. Or for no reason at all. I would just get an adrenaline rush through me and be elated over nothing. Like literally squeal out of excitement. And then it turned to having no emotions at all. Like I wasn't depressed (which was good) but I didn't really feel much either and looking back, I don't know which one I would have rathered. It was so fucked and that's kind of the whole reason why I refused to get on meds for so long, but I guess when you're lying in the middle of the road on New Year's Eve wishing that the next person who is driving past is drunk enough and won't have time to swerve, you take anything you can get. Fact. And yes I remember it but it has never been spoken about or brought up with my family. I guess I felt/feel ashamed of what I did. It was selfish on my behalf, maybe I should have been a little more inconspicuous about my suicidal attempt like the others. Who knows? So after a while I guess I settled down, and was just kind of airey fairy when it came to emotions. This was when I was able to begin my therapy and start getting into the nitty gritty as to what the f*ck was wrong with me. And it's been a long ass 5 years but I can finally say that I'm actually on the right track and am doing it without the assistance I once had. It's still a massive insecurity not knowing how I'm going to be feeling every morning. However, I now have full control over what Im feeling and how I deal with these emotions. I need to own the way I'm feeling and continue to sort out my emotions whilst still being everything that I am. The temptation to fall back into old, detrimental habits is still a thought in the back of my head and that's because it's easy. But my aim is to just keep pushing forward no matter how much my mind tries to drag me back. I guess when these thoughts are no longer thoughts will when I can officially close and seal this chapter of my life. This leads me on to my next topic, and that's baggage. I am back on the dating scene and have been for a while now, and this whole past of mine lingers on my mind when I go on dates. I don't tell them unless they open up to me about a traumatic situation, as I guess I feel like it's baggage. Like people think having children or being a stripper in your past is baggage that should stay zipped and locked. I feel like my mental health is baggage. I'm really caught between feeling two things. One, that my past shouldn't be mentioned to someone I'm getting serious with until we are in a relationship and two, that this is who I was but not who I am now and I need to own it. It makes me cringe. I don't want to have to tell someone something that I'm honestly okay with now. What if they feel like I'm a psychopath who could just turn back to the depressed bitch she was years ago? I would just rather skip the entire conversation and just be the extroverted chicka that I am. Should I feel this way? I really don't know. There are so many "buts" and they lead to one another. I think I'm just going to play it cool and not say anything until A: they open up to me or B: we are serious and I pull the whole 'so there's something I need to tell you' card 😂 Anyway, that's some of what's on my mind and I hope you all stick with my journey of scrambling on and on 🙊😆

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