#Like oh???? Falling in love with and marrying this guy is your ticket to popularity and an easy life oh???? You don’t say

[magpiesbones]

oh man what’s really funny about reading that webtoon is that it’s really not a markably different experience than most movies for me. Human figure (features redacted as a literary device) and Any One Of Seven Conventionally Attractive Men are the EXACT same amount of discernible for me. Possibly that’s. not usual.

anyways the blonde one. I’ve seen him twice and I do NOT like him.

[the-liberal-lion]

Janel's article that she wrote for Airmail.News

Tangled Up in The West Wing

On the 25th anniversary of Aaron Sorkin’s beloved political drama, Janel Moloney—who played the idealistic Donna Moss—grapples with the show’s role in her life

By Janel Moloney

September 14, 2024

Reading Time: 4 minutes

The other day, an overcast but hot Sunday, I blow-dried my hair, put on makeup for once, and took my kids uptown. My husband and I were taking our 12- and 14-year-old sons to the Paley Center for Media, in New York City, where there was an exhibition celebrating the 25th anniversary of the premiere of The West Wing. The ticket guy, pale with thick round glasses and a swipe of sandy hair, asked me if I was a fan. I told him yes, I most definitely was.

As we walked into the exhibition, the boys teased me about not being recognized. I told them to stop, that it was just his job, that last week there was a Barbie show and next week was Sponge Bob, so shush, he can’t know us all.

I walked up to the enormous mural of the cast stretched across the museum’s lobby, my hands perched on the shoulders of Brad Whitford, who played Josh. I contemplated the eight-foot image of myself, young and small-waisted with my future deliriously undefined before me, and, strangely, I didn’t feel bad. I had thought I might. That to be around artifacts of that exquisite time might make me feel like an ancient whiskered crone or just plain sad, the glory of that period starkly put up against my regular life. But it wasn’t the case. I felt like I always do around that life-defining job, one that never seems to fade, never seems to recede like a normal past: grateful.

When I told my sister, Meegan, I was going to write something about The West Wing, she asked me what I was going to say. I said I didn’t know. I told her that Donna was my longest relationship, pre-dating my children and my husband, and that my perspective was skewed, the image never really in my rearview mirror, never finding much distance.

“That’s because it’s in your side mirror, dude,” she said on the phone. And it’s true. The show has not stopped but seemingly gotten more popular, remaining in the Zeitgeist, surging when people need political comfort—which these days is always—and amassing new devotees every day. And Donna, my cheerful, smart, vulnerable, funny-as-hell shadow, I’ve accepted as a part of me, like a face tattoo but adorable.

Every day of my life, for the past 25 years, someone has come up to me to tell me about their love of the show.

When I met Donna, 25 years ago, I opened up Aaron’s wonderful pilot script and read the first line of my scene and thought, “Oh. O.K. I get it. Donna loves Josh.” And that was it. The center of my wheel, the fulcrum from which it all spun for seven years. Every issue I fought for, every question I asked, came essentially from that flame, the need to impress or protect, to be seen or appreciated by him. Donna loves Josh.

And it was easy because flirting with Brad, falling in absolute pretend creative love with him and the rest of the cast, was the privilege of my professional life. And really that’s the fun of acting. Letting it all get messy and fluid, your feelings caught up in a tangle of joy, passing the fireballs of words back and forth, not knowing what will happen next.

“Hey, guys, look, this was one of my costumes,” I said to my kids, pointing out a magenta dress with a fitted blazer worn by a faceless mannequin. They may have grunted something. “This is so cool,” my husband said, stepping beside me as I looked at the collection of fake White House IDs. After all these years, my husband has accepted Donna as a member of our family, like marrying a set of twins.

After we headed out, stopping to take pictures with a few surprised fans, I thought about the clothes. As we navigated the throngs of tourists on Sixth Avenue, I could feel the heavy wool skirts, the jackets that our designer, Lyn Paolo, fitted to my slender shoulders. I could hear the click of my heels on the polished marble floors. It was all so much fun.

The last time I stepped into Donna’s costume was for an HBO special raising money for voting rights in 2020. I remember loving getting to be onstage, all of us together. The words came easily, but I realized quickly, with something in the neighborhood of relief, that the fit was not quite right. Donna’s unbridled optimism, her need for Josh, her abject youth, was something that I had grown out of. Like Donna did at the end of the series, I had evolved into my own woman. I married my husband, had two children, and, unlike Donna’s life, my life was absolutely real.

And so, after 25 years, it seems I will continue to live with Donna there in my side mirror, always in my peripheral vision. And I’m O.K. with that. Our journey together keeps going. The beauty of art, of modern television really, is that anytime you want to see her, anytime I do, she will be there. She will be waiting, in her dynamic amber, with C.J. and Toby, Charlie, and Josh with their paper files and Nokia cell phones, ready to cheer us up.

Janel Moloney is an actress living in Brooklyn. She can be seen in the upcoming Better Sister, on Amazon Prime

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[themusicplayedherlife]

To Love is the Greatest Gift

1. The Return

pairing: obi wan kenobi x f!reader (past!din djarn x f!reader) characters: f!reader, anakin amidala-skywalker, padmé amidala-skywalker, mentiones of din djarin, obi wan kenobi, others word count: 2.6k+ warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of rent: the musical (death, second chances) uh... I think that’s it? summary: au!it’s never been the right timing for you and obi wan kenobi; maybe this time will be different. a/n: i started working on this story so long ago it’s ridiculous, but I suddenly had a surge of motivation to continue this story after some tragic family news. this was also very much inspired by @martlands and their amazing obi wan stories, made me want to write my own and here it is

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“You broke up?”

One would think that the immediate reaction to someone asking if you broke up with your significant other would be to cry or begin to ask them what could have possibly gone wrong. But that’s not the reaction you give. 

The reaction you give is just a shrug and a strong pop, as you spoon more gelato onto the little spoon his twins love collecting. “Yep.”

“After only three weeks of dating?” Anakin doesn’t know why he’s surprised, but he is. This is probably the shortest living relationship you’ve ever had. “Why?”

“Why not?” you answer easily, nonchalantly and you know it frustrates him. “It wasn’t working out, so we decided to call it quits.”

Not even a month ago, you had been genuinely excited about finally getting out there and meeting someone new, and even more excited when you were telling him all about this person you met while out with some old friends. You had said, word for word, “he might be the perfect contender!”

Where did all that excitement go?

You sigh, finally looking up at him and away from your white chocolate gelato that's just to die for. “Ani, it’s fine. It just didn’t work out. It happens.”

He grimaces. “What happened between you and Din—“

You bristle at the mention of your ex, narrowing your eyes and his widen in defense. You know what Anakin and Padmé think of him and it’s not entirely pleasant (particularly from Anakin’s part). It’s completely unfair. Din is lovely, sure a little socially awkward, but lovely nonetheless. “Has nothing to do with why Gar and I ended things.”

“But—“

“Nothing,” you reiterate with a bit more force and he sighs, lifting his hands in defeat while holding his own cup of gelato.

“Okay. Okay, I’m sorry.” And then, like a light switching, he turns playful. “Was it his name that turned you off—Gar?”

You resist the urge to groan and roll your eyes. “Oh maker, you are annoying!”

You huff as you make the trek back to the trolley that’ll take you both up to the observatory. The rest of your conversation is forgotten as he navigates it towards continuing to tease you and the latest exhibit you had helped set up.

The Coruscant Observatory is one of the most popular attractions in the city aside from the Exotic Animal Sanctuary (where most zoologist work to help rehabilitate wild animals before reintroducing them back into the wild, only housing the ones that have been assessed to not be able to function in the wild on their own—which are unfortunately many).

Your place of work is known for its large, ground telescope; its monthly constellation exhibits; the multiple planetarium theater rooms that house lectures, activities, star projections, etc.; and its Astronomer Q&A program where visitors can ask astronomers questions and even get a tour of the space station.

However, most of your days are spent in your office, planning for the next exhibit or actually executing them with your team; meanwhile, Anakin spends them in tech, sometimes maintaining the telescope, other times helping with IT issues, but mostly making sure the theater rooms worked perfectly for their 4D immersion.

(You like to joke that out of the two of you, he has it easiest; sometimes he’ll run by your office to get to another part of the building while you’re doing something and you’ll yell out, “slacker” and he’ll respond with, “you just work too much”.)

“Are Padmé and the twins stopping by today?”

“Not today, maybe tomorrow,” he says as you both step out of the trolley along with a few tourists. “I think today they decided to stay for some school thing.”

“Shouldn’t you know what that school thing is?” you chide him out of jest.

He scowls, there’s hardly any heat in it and it makes you grin. “It’s a music performance that the CN Theater is putting on.”

“Ah, and we all know how much musicals bores you.”

“I just don’t understand them,” he murmurs defensively as you climb the few steps leading to the entrance. The two of you smiling and greeting Rex at his security post and bypassing the ticket gate with your IDs.

“You mean you don’t have any taste,” you tease.

“It’s weird! I mean, most of them are all about tragedies and betrayals. What happened to the good ol’ romance and happy endings?”

“Not all of them are tragedies, Casanova.”

The main rotunda lobby is full of people milling about, looking at maps or the foucault pendulum in the middle of the room. Low chatter fills the room, shoes clicking and clacking against the marble flooring.

“Name one.”

Spotting the trash can and recycle bin, Anakin holds his hand out for your disposable cup and spoon and throws them away in their proper bin.

“Rent.” There are probably better examples, but you had been listening to the original cast album the night before and have all the songs still stuck in your head.

“Don’t two characters die?”

“Angel and Mimi.” You nod. “But Mimi is brought back to life by Angel, and is given a second chance at life.”

“She may have been brought back to life, but that doesn’t take away from the fact she died.”

“I’m not arguing with you on that, I’m just saying the ending was hopeful—not necessarily a happy ending, but it left you thinking—maybe things can get better.”

“And that’s not what I’m looking for. I’m looking for—“

“What you and Padmé have?” you ask him as you both reach the door of your office.

He pauses, mouth opening and closing before finally rubbing the back of his head sheepishly and saying, “Yeah.”

You smile, genuine and happy for your childhood friend. Who would’ve thought that years ago when you introduced them, they’d be here years later—married and with twins. You and Anakin sure as hell didn’t. For most of your childhood, you both believed you’d live out your life on Tatooine, hang with the same friends you’ve known since your pre-kinder days and eventually get married to each other—much to the dismay of your parents—because of benefits or whatever, until your parents decided they wanted to send you off to a private school in one of the major cities, derailing your and Anakin’s plan (for the better, if you’re being honest).

“You’re still coming over for dinner, right?”

“Yeah,” you answer, unlocking your office door with your key. “I have a meeting that might go over the expected time, but I should be able to make it on time.”

“Just let us know,” he says, rapping his knuckles against the door frame. “But you better be there! We have some planning to do!”

You roll your eyes and wave him away, promising he and his family will definitely see you at five. With a hearty chuckle he salutes you and leaves the door slightly ajar, just like you usually do. It’s your “you can come in to ask me questions, but knock first, please” visual telling.

With a soft exhale, you drop yourself into your creaking office chair, eyes landing on the first picture on your right—a younger you, only 18, fresh out of your uniform smiling wildly with a large bouquet of flowers that you can still distinctly remember the smell of.

“I am in love!” Padmé exclaimed, squealing in absolute delight at the flowers put in your hand.

Blue eyes crinkled with amusement, staring down at you. “Are you?” His voice was low, teasing and almost smug. He had obviously heard the gasp that escaped your lips when he presented you the colorful bouquet created with your favorite flowers that his father grew in their little garden.

“Irrevocably,” you answered, not able to hide your smile as you gently held it against your chest and smiled up at him. “They’re beautiful, Obi. Thank you.”

Obi Wan’s arm is wrapped around your shoulder, caught in the action of a booming laughter. He was always laughing in pictures. There isn’t a single picture you have of him that he isn't smiling.

Your finger gently trails over his smiling face. Maker, you miss him.

Is he still traveling? Or has he finally settled down again? Will he show up and spring some unexpected news on you again? Stars, you hope not. Shit didn’t go as planned last time and it probably wouldn’t again.

Your hand falls limply and you swivel in your seat, looking out the large glass window overlooking the majority of the city and sigh softly—an exhale of wary hope and sadness.

A bird soars by your window, it’s wings flapping effortlessly, diving before flying higher and away.

He’s not coming back. You know this. Coruscant just isn’t the same anymore. Not when he feels this city has taken everything from him.

One more year visiting Gui Gon without him.

The meeting runs longer than it usually would, just like you had expected. Checking the time, you let out a curse and quickly throw your belongings into your car.

Without wasting time, as soon as you switch on your engine, you place your phone on the dock and say, “Hey C-3PO, call Padmé.”

“Calling Padmé,” your phone’s AI answers through the speakers of your car.

“Are you outside?” Is how she greets you. There are loud noises in the background, children squabbling about something or another, and Anakin’s weary voice trying to rally them. 

You snort, pulling out of the undergroundparking lot. “Not yet, barely got out of my meeting and am on my way.”

“Please hurry, the twins really want to see you and are dying from hunger,” she says, amusement in her voice and not at all trying to hurry you. “They might start eating Anakin soon.”

“Hey, don’t bite that!” He yells from a distance.

“Hurry, please!” you hear over the phone—Luke. “I miss you,” he says, closer now. Which you immediately reply saying you miss him too, almost cutting off the next voice.

“And I’m hungry!” Leia’s voice follows his, practically yelling into the phone.

You laugh fondly, just imagining the childish glee on their faces at your scandalized gasps and your exaggerated “me too” answers.

“Leia, no yelling,” Padmé scolds her, gentle and kind. “Softer, please.”

“Sorry,” she says. “I’m hungry,” she repeats, softer, almost a whisper.

“Give me twenty minutes and I’ll be there,” you promise. “If not, you have my permission to start eating your dad.”

Leia and Luke break into a fit of laughter, yelling something away from the phone to Anakin, who once again lets out a loud, “Hey!”

Padmé chuckles, moving away from the voices of the children tackling their father and their play fighting. “Take your time, we’re not in any hurry to start eating. The kids had a hearty lunch and a snack after school.”

“What about you and Anakin?”

“We’re fine, don’t worry. Just get here safely and we’ll see you soon.”

You end the call with one last reassurance from her and let out a loud sigh when your car comes to a stop behind a long line of glaring red lights—traffic. You hate traffic.

You might be surrounded by blinding lights and different models of vehicles, but it leaves you alone with your thoughts, the low hum of your engine and music from your stereo drowned out by the chattering in your head. 

It’s never just one thing that you think about. It can go from one thing to another, to all of them trying to climb over eachother and be the most present: your friends; your family; the dog next door; Din and Baby; cinnamon apple cookies; the beach house in Naboo; sneaking out of the prep dormitories at 2am with Padmé keeping an eye out and Obi Wan holding his arms out for you; rose gardens and peach tea; freckles on blushing skin; drunken singing in a small living room; 21st birthdays crying in a bathroom stall; that stupid movie quote about choosing life; death; but sometimes (most occurring) it’s Obi Wan that weaves into every thought.

He’s a constant plague in your mind, has been since the first time he left Coruscant in search of himself. 

Sometimes they’re pleasant thoughts, memories kept in a nostalgic trunk that you occasionally like to sift through. Other times, they’re not so pleasant; those are the ones you constantly struggle with, try to push into the recesses of your mind and keep them under lock and key. But for some stupid, strange reason, your mind only ever remembers the bad, even when there are better things to dwell on.

“I just—I just don’t understand why you have to leave—Obi. Obi!” you practically yelled, watching him move around his room, grabbing and throwing things he pulled out into his duffel bag. “Listen to me!” 

He didn’t stop, not until you reached for his duffel bag and plucked it out from his hands. He stared at you, his duffel bag carelessly thrown to the floor with his clothes spilling out. 

Your breathing was labored, a sick feeling swimming in your stomach, words stuck in your throat now that he wasn’t hiding his beautiful blue eyes from you—his devastatingly heartbroken eyes. “I have to,” he finally said, breaking the silence. “I need to leave. This house—this city, it's suffocating me. I can’t—I can’t stay here anymore.”

“Obi… Obi, please.” You can’t leave me. You can’t! Please! Please, Obi.

“I need to do this for me, darling. I’m sorry.”

You should’ve fought harder that night, should’ve convinced him to stay, but instead you helped him pack again with tears obstructing your view and sobs escaping your lips. Maybe if you had, you wouldn’t have lost him.

No, your breath stutters as you lean back into your car seat, there was nothing you could’ve done. Either times. He had made up his mind long before that night.

A car honks their horn to your left and you jump, eyes focusing once more on the red lights of the car in front of you. You wipe at your face harshly and straighten your spine. 

That was years ago, little one. Shake it off. 

Sighing softly, you look up at the street name and make a turn onto the Skywalker residence street, your shoulders relaxing when their two story home comes into view.  

Shake it off.

Parking isn't easy to find in their neighborhood, not when it’s so close to the observatory and some of the most visited parks in the area, but you manage to find one just two cars away from their house. 

Gathering your things, you lock the door behind you and quickly make your way down the sidewalk, phone in your hand and typing out a message that you’re here.

It’s while you’re hitting send that you don’t notice the body in front of you, staring up at the house with an almost wary expression on his face, or how his eyes widen when they see you. It’s not until you collide into his body, soft with a fleece cardigan, that you notice him. Embarrassment begins to boil in your blood as you quickly apologize to him, berating yourself for not being more aware of your surroundings.

“Kriff, I’m so sorry—“ you start, but the apology catches in your throat when you look up.

“Hello, there.” Blue eyes, so soft and kind, like the ones you once used to dream of stare back at you—so unlike the pair of eyes you saw years ago. “It’s been a long time, darling.”

You can’t shake him off.

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[annabethy]

Internet crush au i love the thought that both percy and annabeth try to subtly flirt with each other whist being an ocean apart on youtube (and all of they’re followers know they’re simps) idk just a thought for if you’re still wanting prompts ��️❤️

oceans apart: percabeth internet crush au

“Not again.”

Annabeth rolled her eyes, pointedly sipping her cup of coffee and ignoring Piper’s whine for attention.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m not sure what you’re referring to,” Annabeth lies.

“Oh, so you’re not sparking up an online romance with the infamous Percy Jackson?”

Annabeth hums, taking another slow sip of her drink. “I am merely responding to his message.”

“Over twitter. In front of millions of people.”

Annabeth snorts, staring at the phone in hand. It was true, really. Somehow, Annabeth had managed to gain quite a big following on youtube during her years spent studying at Oxford, and at some point, a guy from UCLA took an interest in her. It had been pretty hilarious, especially to the millions of people watching her every move, and she just hadn’t been able to put a stop to the online flirting, which is precisely why she was flirting with a man that was oceans apart from her.

“You’re never even met this man,” Piper points out.

“That’s what makes it fun,” Annabeth says. “An online romance. Who doesn’t love it?”

“I’m not saying no one loves it because this is the best thing to happen in all of the twenty-first century, but he’s in California, and you’re not.”

“It’s all fun and games,” Annabeth says.

“Yeah, right.”

Annabeth blinks. “Do you have something you’d like to tell me?”

“You two are practically in love with each other.”

Annabeth flushes. “Are not.”

“What are you typing then?”

Annabeth looks down at the thread being sent back and forth between the two popular youtubers. By this point, their entire conversation was being filled with hundreds of thousands of people having mental breakdowns, thinking the two were actually going to get together.

Not that she would mind that. No, she hadn’t seen him in person, but they’re practically best friends, and he’s a huge sweetheart.

“Nothing.”

“Lies,” Piper says, snatching the phone. “Percy tweeted ‘honey, I think you and I should get married.’”

“He’s kidding.”

“You responded, ‘come to the UK and I’ll consider it.’”

“It’s all just some good-natured fun.”

“He responded, ‘give me a kiss?’ and you said, ‘show up alive, and then we’ll see.’”

Annabeth snickers, snatching her phone back. “You’re reading too far into this.”

“No, I’m not. You two are just in love with each other.”

“You are incorrect, actually.”

Piper raises an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah? What about last week when he uploaded the video that was literally spent listing off the reasons you should marry him?”

“Publicity stunt. It got millions of views.”

“You’re in love with him.”

Annabeth pinches her fingers. “Only a little bit, but no one has to know.”

“Oh, honey, everyone knows.”

A part of her floods with warmth. Ever since he’d first left a comment on one of her videos, their friendship had blossomed. It was just what they did — uploading videos just to tease one another and accept marriage proposals. He’s probably proposed five times by this point, and Annabeth has jokingly accepted five times.

They were the unofficially-official couple as people like to put it, and it was a lovely arrangement in her opinion.

Annabeth’s phone vibrates in her hand, and when she looks down, she sees Percy telling her, bought a plane ticket. on my way babe.

“Oh god,” Piper groans, looking over Annabeth’s shoulder as another smile breaks out across Annabeth’s face. “You two disgust me.”

“That’s funny, considering you admitted that you were our biggest shipper.”

Piper gasps. “Who told you?”

“Jason told Percy who told me.”

“Betrayal.”

“Precisely.” Annabeth hums. “We should be going soon. I have to get another video up in two days and you promised you’d help me.”

“What is it this time? Writing the perfect love letter to Percy?”

“Making a shrine to Percy,” Annabeth corrects.

“You’re kidding.”

“I wish I was,” Annabeth says. “It was his idea.”

“Of course it was,” Piper mutters, but she’s already scooting her chair away from the table of the café and standing up. “Let’s get going then, you booger.”

The walk back to their shared apartment was filled with Piper’s rants about a certain two careless youtubers, and the video Annabeth dragged Piper to film was no different. All things considered though, it went quite well. It might as well be a shitpost, but it was interesting enough and would have to suffice.

The video did take a lot longer to film than expected, so by the time Annabeth was finally ready to go on with the day, it was almost midnight.

“This sucks,” Annabeth says, peeking out the window at the dark sky.

“It’s no big deal.” Piper stretches and yawns, and Annabeth thinks she may fall asleep right there. “London never sleeps so we can still go out.”

“You’re practically drooling already.”

“We have things to do. People to see.”

Annabeth scrunches her brows. “Who?”

“People,” Piper says ominously. As she sits up, she looks Annabeth up and down before shrugging, which doesn’t do much to help her confidence. “You look good enough. Let’s go.”

Piper barely gives Annabeth time to process what was happening before she was being dragged out the door. Realistically, Piper did give her like five minutes to grab a few things, but it felt like no time at all because Piper refused to say anything besides they were meeting up with some friends at a cozy diner in the middle of the city.

The walk there was a bit chilly, so as Annabeth tightens her long black peacoat around her body, she glances at Piper out of the corner of her eye.

“So,” Annabeth says, sniffling and rubbing her nose to soothe the sharp bite of wind. “Would you mind telling me why we’re heading to the city? We never go out late. That’s, like, our motto.”

“You looked cute today, and it would be a shame to waste that by just staying in.” Piper grabs Annabeth’s hand and laces their fingers together to swing their arms back and forth. “I must say I’m loving the white sweater and black jeans. My fashion is rubbing off on you.”

“What fashion?”

“I hate you.”

By the time they finally reach the diner, Annabeth’s fingers and toes are numb, but the view was definitely worth it. Annabeth’s surprised she hadn’t ever seen this place before after having lived here for almost four years, but it’s no surprise Piper knew of it. There were fairy lights strewn up around the outer portion of the restaurant, and there was gentle music flowing through the air. Even though it was cold, the image of this place was a drastic difference, and it melted the aching in her bones.

Piper leads Annabeth to a table outside, and Annabeth is hardly surprised to see Jason waiting for them. He stands up to give each of the girls a quick hug, before they all settle into their respective seats.

“You brought me here to be a third wheel? Is that what this is?” Annabeth says playfully as she sits.

“You and I both know that I’m the real third wheel here,” Jason says kindly. “But maybe it’s Piper, because she’s the only one here who doesn’t make videos.”

“I don’t need to because I was lucky enough to have my best friend introduce me to another youtuber,” Piper says.

“You should be thanking me for your relationship,” Annabeth tells the two of them. ��Without me, you would’ve never found the love of your life.”

Jason’s eyes gleam. “And how about you? Have you found the love of your life?”

“I can’t say that I have.”

“I saw the messages between you and Percy earlier,” Jason says. “It was a beautiful proposal, really.”

“I try.”

“When you meet him, you should consider eloping.”

“That’s if I meet him,” Annabeth corrects.

“Of course. My apologies.” Jason grins, and Annabeth is slightly unnerved. “You would make a cute couple.”

“How so?”

“You two are the biggest simps for each other,” Jason says.

“Told you so,” Piper chimes in.

“I’m going to leave if you two brought me here just to insult me.” Annabeth looks beside herself and her eyes focus on the empty chair. “Are we waiting for someone else?”

“I invited a friend, but I’m not sure where he is,” Jason says. “They must be running late.”

“Who is it?”

“Oh, I’m not sure if you’d know them,” he dismisses.

Piper and Jason begin talking again, but Annabeth tunes them out. If she was going to be forced to sit with stranger while Piper and Jason snogged in front of them, then she would be severely unhappy.

Annabeth doesn’t know what to expect, but she does know that she should be worried when Piper and Jason share a conspicuous glance with each other before heading off to the bar, under the excuse of getting them some drinks.

Annabeth groans, lacing her hands together on the table in front of her. She was definitely starting to regret this decision of joining Piper on her midnight adventure, not that it was much of a decision at all. She was dragged alongside her, and if she could go back in time, she would probably end up pushing Piper off a bridge to stop this utter boredom from taking over.

All things considered though, it’s not too terrible. She might be able to drink the night away and forget all this happened, and—

“Babe!”

Annabeth’s head snaps up because of the voice. It was a voice she’d recognize anywhere.

She whirls around in her chair, and right there, standing in all his glory, was Percy Jackson.

Percy holds his arms out as he approaches her, and Annabeth laughs as she stumbles up to give him a crushing hug. They stay like that for a few seconds, and it feels like it should be awkward because they’d never actually met before, but it just feels like a piece of a puzzle if fitting into place.

“What are you doing here?” Annabeth asks, grinning as she pulls away and tilts her chin to look up at him. From here, he’s a lot taller than she expected, and he looks so much better in person than on camera, which says a lot.

“I’m here for our wedding!” Percy smiles cheekily, pulling her in for another quick hug before stepping back and just looking at her. She feels warm and fuzzy under his gaze. “Don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten.”

“Of course I haven’t,” she says, playing along. “But why are you really here?”

“I wanted to see my beautiful girlfriend.”

Annabeth bites her bottom lip, holding back a laugh. “I don’t recall agreeing to this.”

“You agreed to marry me, so I think that means we’re dating.”

“Yeah, but we both know we were messing around.”

Percy clicks his teeth, his eyes sparkling. “I don’t know. You did respond when I called you babe, so…”

“I guess I did.” Annabeth looks over at where Piper and Jason had disappeared off to. They were taking their sweet time, and suddenly Annabeth realized that it was for a reason, and that they knew all along. She doesn’t know whether to thank them or punch them. “It looks like they’re not coming back anytime soon.”

“Yeah,” he agrees. “That might be because I asked them to let me have you all to myself for a while.”

“You did?”

“Of course I did.” Percy stares at her for a while, and she stares back. It feels like she’s known him for all of her life, and she never wants this moment to end. So long talking over the phone and sending messages through videos, and they were finally alone, just the two of them, and it was so much better than she could’ve imagined.

“I’m not sure what to do now,” Annabeth admits as Percy takes a step closer, like he’s done it a million times. Soon, his face is inches away from hers.

“I have an idea,” Percy tells her quietly, his green eyes vibrant in the dim lighting of the outdoor patio.

“And what’s that?”

“Go on a date with me.”

Annabeth tilts her head, lips lifting in a coy smile. “I thought we were already engaged?”

“I’m still working towards that kiss,” he says, and his smile is blinding.

A beat skips, and she can’t help herself, and then—

“Who says you have to wait?”

Annabeth doesn’t know what prompts her to step forwards, but she does anyways, and her stomach flutters when he does the same. There was just something about this situation that seems so familiar, and she trusts him, probably more than she should. But this was Percy, and she knew him. He wouldn’t hurt her.

Percy’s hands go to cup her face, his fingers gently tracing over her skin, cold in the London winter, and there is a blazing heat in her body. For a second, they look into each other’s eyes, and then both of their eyes are fluttering shut as Percy brings her face to his and kisses her sweetly.

It’s slow and gentle, and somehow, she can see a future with them. This has been building up since she first saw his kind words on her video, and it was strengthened through their twitter declarations of love and youtube proposals. She shouldn’t feel like this, but she does, and that’s okay.

He pulls away but his hands stay in place. His smile is so breathtaking, and it fits so well with the delicate snowflakes that started falling and the pretty glow of the fairy lights.

“What do you say?” Percy asks. “I’ll take you on the date of your life.”

“And then you’ll marry me?”

“What’s a date if it doesn’t end in marriage?”

Annabeth’s lips twitch up, and she brushes a strand of her blowing hair behind her ear. She really liked him, and she just knew that it would be alright. He was in Los Angeles and she was in London, and they were oceans apart, but it would be okay.

“I’m holding you to that,” she says, and so he takes her hand, and leads her on the date of a lifetime.

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Pretty Little Pin-Up Girl(John 5 x Reader)[Smut]

@send-in-the-clownss thank you for this amazingly creative request🥺I’m so sorry for the long, long wait, this was so cool to write! I really hope you like it! This is in 1998/99, before Marilyn and Dita got together(so John and him know who she is enough to confuse you for her, but not enough for her to be in the story.)

Description: While performing with Marilyn Manson at a concert, John 5 spots a woman in the crowd with a striking resemblance to Dita Von Teese. He’s immediately intrigued, and he makes it his goal to meet you after the show. The meeting goes..very well, to say the least.

Warnings: Smut, cursing, mentions of alcohol and drugs, typical edgy MM concert stuff

Permanent Taggers: @smokeandmirrorz @overlyobsessedfangirl @holyjunkie @slashevilsister @julessworldd @agroupiewhore @comawhxte666

“(Y/n), do you think Marilyn Manson will notice me in this outfit? Be honest.” You glanced up from your compact mirror and took in your friend’s outfit. Fishnets, black skirt, corset. “Definitely. Just put on some lipstick and you’re good to go!” Your friend nodded and grabbed a tube of black lipstick from her dresser. You finished applying your own blood red lipstick, examined it in the compact mirror, and smiled.

“How do I look?” You spun around once to give your friend a good look at your outfit. You’d styled your hair in a Marilyn Monroe-esque way, done your typical cat-eye and lipstick, and worn an elegant short white button-up cocktail dress with red heels. “Beautiful, but you look more like you’re going to a dinner party at Dita Von Teese’s house than to an MM concert.” You laughed. “Good. That’s what I was going for!”

Your friend shook her head. “You’re a strange girl, (Y/n). But we look amazing! Let’s go, I don’t want to be late. We didn’t get backstage passes for nothing!” She grabbed your arm and almost dragged you out the door, and within minutes the two of you were off. “I’m telling you, (Y/n), Marilyn’s gonna see me and instantly fall in love and break up with Rose McGowan for me!” You laughed. “I think John 5 is cuter, babe.” She playfully rolled her eyes. “Of course you do.”

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The two of you had gotten front row tickets, which came with the passes, and were now standing right in front of the stage. “Dude, this is perfect! There’s no way Marilyn won’t be able to see me from here.” You nodded, checking your vintage pocket-watch. “It should be starting any minute now.” Sure enough, right as you said that, the lights went down and the people of the venue began to cheer loudly.

Your friend grabbed your arm and squeezed. “Marilyn!” You followed her eyes to see Marilyn coming from the side of the stage. You smiled, but your excitement wasn’t peaked until you spotted the blond guitarist himself, John 5, making his way behind Marilyn. You grinned, cheering loudly as the lights came back on and the first song began. They played the most popular songs from Mechanical Animals first.

About halfway through, they began playing Coma White, one of your favorite songs. You cheered, loudly singing along to the lyrics of the song; when the chorus came, you could have sworn that John 5 glanced in your direction and widened his eyes, but when you blinked he had turned his attention back to his guitar playing. Your friend elbowed your side. “Did John 5 just look at you?” You shrugged, slightly shocked.

Although you brushed it off as a one-time thing, this was soon proven wrong when the band began to play “User Friendly”, and John 5 started glancing over at you every few seconds with that same shocked look on his face. Clearly, something about you had caught his eye. The attention made you blush, and when he stared at you for a full 10 seconds during the chorus, you shyly waved at him and smiled. He smirked and waved back, a look of interest now clear on his face. He barely looked away again.

When the show finally ended, you and your friend made your way to the VIP area to meet the band. “I’m telling you, (Y/n), Marilyn looked at me a couple times. He has to be interested.” You smiled as she went on about how her and the singer were gonna get married and have two children together, still thinking about how John 5 had looked at you so much during the show. Surely it didn’t mean anything...right?

The two of you waited in line for about a half hour, excitement brewing up at the fact that you were going to get to meet your idols. Time passed very quickly, and soon enough the two of you were at the front of the line. You walked into a large room, where Manson, Twiggy, John 5 and the others were all sitting at a table with posters to autograph. John immediately perked up at the sight of you, and Marilyn shot him a look. Clearly, they had been talking about you.

Your friend excitedly walked up to Marilyn and began talking at a fast pace about how much she loved him and how great his show was. He looked completely overwhelmed, which Twiggy seemed to find hilarious. You slowly walked up to John 5, who was at the end of the table, and smiled. “Hello.” He smiled back, pushing his blonde hair out of his face as he leaned forward on his elbows. “Hello there. Did you like the show?” You nodded. “Yes, it was amazing! You’re a very talented guitarist, I must say.”

John’s smile widened, and Twiggy elbowed him in the side. “Ow! What?” Twiggy leaned over and whispered something in his ear, and John pulled away, glanced up at you and cleared his throat. “So, what’s your name?” You giggled and stuck your hand out to shake his. “It’s (Y/n). (Y/n) (L/n).” He shook your hand. “That’s a beautiful name. You know, I couldn’t help but notice, you remind me an awful lot of someone but I just can’t put my finger on it.” You smiled knowingly. “Let me guess. Dita Von Teese.”

He nodded. “Yes! That’s it. How’d you know?” You laughed. “I get that a lot. She was actually my fashion inspiration, so it makes sense.” You pulled out your vintage compact and checked your lipstick in it, and then put it back in your bag. John 5 looked impressed. “Good choice. She’s beautiful. Not quite as pretty as you, though.” You blushed and glanced down with a shy smile. “Oh, thank you very much. That’s so sweet of you.” The two of you awkwardly looked at each other for a few seconds, and Twiggy elbowed John again, this time much harder.

John 5 glared at him and mumbled, “Okay, okay, I get it!”, under his breath before turning back to you. “Say, why don’t you stick around and hang out with me for a little while after this VIP thing? Just for a couple hours or so.” You bit your lip in thought, feeling a wave of excitement at the fact that John 5 of all people wanted to hang out with you, and then nodded towards your friend. “She’s my ride home.” John smirked. “Aw, she can hang with Brian for a bit. Isn’t that right, Brian?” Marilyn glared at him warningly, but your friend gasped in excitement. “Yes, yes, fuck yes! Holy shit!”

John 5 had the two of you sit on the bench behind the band’s table while you waited, and your friend spent the entire time whispering very loudly to you about how she was gonna get dick from the Marilyn Manson. It was especially funny when Marilyn glanced back at the two of you with a slightly terrified look, and your friend immediately began whispering about how Marilyn had looked at her and that clearly meant he wanted to smash. The rest of the VIP took an hour, which you spent reading a pocket-sized book that you had brought along. Occasionally, John would look back and smile.

When the VIP was over, John 5 and Twiggy got up and walked over to you. “(Y/n), this is Jeordie.” You smiled and reached out for a handshake. “How do you do?” Jeordie didn’t reply, just smiled goofily and giggled. “He’s high, sorry.” You laughed. “That’s quite alright. So, where are we gonna go? I heard Marilyn say he’s going to the tour bus.” John 5 smirked and looked over at his singer, who was currently being suffocated by your friend. “Actually, I was thinking you and me could go hang out in one of the backstage rooms for a little while.” You nodded. “That sounds lovely. Is Jeordie coming, too?” Jeordie giggled again.

John grimaced and shook his head. “No way. Jeordie, you go with Brian and the rest of the guys.” Jeordie frowned and made a protest, but John shot him a death glare and he finally gave up and slumped away. John 5 held his arm out and grinned. “My lady.” You chuckled and linked arms with him, biding your best friend goodbye and telling her where to meet you at afterwards, and followed him to the backstage area of the concert. He led you to a backstage room, which contained a loveseat couch and a mirror vanity with tons of makeup supplies on it. “This is Brian’s. Don’t tell him we went in here, he’ll stab me with an eyebrow pencil.”

You giggled and crossed the room to the couch, sitting on it with one ankle crossed over the other. John sat beside you, staring at you with an awed look on his face. “What is it?” He shook his head with a grin. “I don’t know, I’m just surprised that someone like you came to a Marilyn Manson concert. You’re so elegant and classy and shit. I mean, most of the people who come to our shows are violent and trashy and all that, so you stuck out like a sore thumb. I like trashy and violent, of course, but you’re a nice change of pace. Do you have a boyfriend or a friend with benefits or anything? I just can’t imagine someone like you doesn’t have people lining up at her door trying to score a date.”

You laughed and shook your head. “No, I don’t have a boyfriend or anything like that. You’d be surprised, I don’t have that many suitors. I think the way I dress and act scares some people. And besides, I have a very specific type.” John 5 smirked. “And what would that type be?” You took out your compact and reapplied your lipstick, and then boldly shut it and smiled. “Oh, well, I’ve always had a bit of a thing for guitar players.” John’s grin widened, and he played along. “Really? Go on.” You crossed one leg over the other and pondered the subject some more. “I also really like blonde hair.” The guitar player raised an eyebrow. “Blonde? Wow. Continue.”

You struggled to contain your smile as the tongue-in-cheek conversation continued. “And there’s nothing I find more attractive than a guy in face paint. Do you know anyone like that? Guitarist, blonde hair, face paint?” John 5 pretended to think it over for a moment and then shook his head. “No, I don’t think I do.” You pretended to be disappointed. “Hm, that’s unfortunate. If I ever saw a guy like that, I’d probably just take my clothes off right then and there.” John 5 grinned and snapped his fingers. “Ah, now wait a minute. I forgot, I do know someone like that, he’s right here in this room!”

“Really?” You played dumb, looking around in confusion. “Where is he?” John reached out and cupped your cheeks in his hands and turned your face to look at him. “Right here.” You grinned, the two of you leaning closer to each other, lips just an inch apart. “Wow. You are my type.” John smirked. “So, what were you saying about taking your clothes off?” You grabbed him by the shirt collar and pulled him up to you, smashing your lips together in a passion-filled frenzy. His hands immediately went up to cradle your face, and yours wrapped around his neck. He pushed you down onto the couch, his body flat on top of yours, and you could feel his bulge already starting to form.

His lips never left yours as he moved his hands down to disappear under your dress, rubbing and caressing your thighs with his slightly rough hands and causing the skirt to move up to your mid-thigh in the process. His fingers lightly rubbed your clit through your panties, and you moaned into the kiss. He finally pulled away, lips slightly reddened from your lipstick, and smirked. “Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do this since I saw you in the crowd.” You smiled coyly. “Do it, then.” John pulled your skirt all the way up to expose your panties, and unbuttoned the front of your dress to expose your lacy bra. He immediately started groping at your breasts, pulling them out of the bra to squeeze them.

You moaned at the pleasure, and he pinched and teased your nipples with his skilled fingers. “Like that, baby?” You nodded eagerly, and he moved his hands away to instead pull your panties aside, immediately pushing a finger inside of you. “Fuck, you’re dripping wet. And your pussy is so fucking tight.” You spread your legs wider, and he pushed another finger inside you. You clenched around the digits and bit your lip. John reached down and palmed at his bulge as he took in your appearance, and you stared at it. “Need help with that, rockstar?” He grinned and nodded eagerly, and pulled his fingers out of you, sucking the juices off as he went to unbutton and unzip his tight pants.

You reached your hand into his pants to help him pull it out, and he moaned as you wrapped a hand around the base. It was at least 9 inches long and decently thick. You slowly pumped a hand up his shaft, rubbing your thumb over the tip, and he moved the head closer to your mouth. You took the hint and leaned closer, wrapping your lips around the tender head and suckling it. John 5 cursed under his breath and jerked his hips just slightly, and you could already taste his precum in your mouth. After a minute or so, he pulled you off his cock and smiled. “Better save it for the best part.”

You leaned back on the couch and relaxed, and he placed one hand beside you on the couch to steady himself as he used the other to line his cock up with your entrance. “Ready, baby?” You nodded eagerly, and he pushed inside you, immediately stretching your walls out as he kissed up and down your neck and played with your nipples to distract you from the slight pain. After a moment, he began a steady pace, fucking you slowly and roughly as he left a trail of hickies from your neck down to your breasts. “Faster, baby, fuck.” John went faster, holding your hips down with hand to steady himself.

You could feel the knot in your belly starting to come undone, and you pulled him down to smash your lips against his; he sucked on your bottom lip and leaned his forehead against yours, a look of pure bliss on his face. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight and wet, baby. So fucking sexy. You gonna cum for me?” You gasped in pleasure as his tip rubbed against your g-spot, and he smirked. “Right there, baby?” You nodded desperately and threw your head back as he began repeatedly hitting that same spot, and you could tell he was as close to cumming as you were. “Baby, I’m so close!”

“Cum for me baby, fuck, I’m close too!” Your pussy tightened around him as you came, moaning loudly as your toes curled and your eyes rolled back in your head. John 5 came almost as soon as you did, biting down on your neck as he filled your pussy with his cum. When the both of you had finished, heavily panting and worn out, he laid his head down on your chest and soaked in the feeling of his orgasm. “Fuck, that was the most incredible sex I’ve ever had in my life. You’re so fucking amazing.” He kissed your neck, and then pulled away, helping you button up your dress and pull up your panties and then helping himself.

You smiled bashfully. “That was amazing. You’re not so bad yourself..” You took your compact out to fix your makeup and your hair, and then turned to John, who had waited patiently by the door. “I wish we could spend some time together and cuddle, but Manson and the tour bus are leaving soon. Could I have your number? There’s no way I can just let you go without getting it.” You laughed and scribbled your number down on a scrap of paper, and then handed it to him and followed him out to the tour bus. Sure enough, Marilyn was standing in front of the bus, trying to get your friend to stop hugging him so tightly.

“(Y/n)! Me and Marilyn had so much fun together! What did you and John 5 do?” You and John exchanged a look, and you smirked. “Oh, you know, we just talked. Come on, we ought to get out of here now before traffic gets bad. You guys did an amazing set tonight, thanks for giving us some of your time!” John 5 hugged you goodbye; your friend tried to hug Marilyn, but he hurriedly ran into the tour bus and wouldn’t come out, much to Twiggy’s amusement. Your friend left to find the car, and as you were following her, you stopped to wave goodbye to John 5 and Twiggy, giving John a meaningful look that he returned.

“Call me.” You mouthed, and he nodded hurriedly. “Most definitely.” You blew him a kiss, and he caught it with a grin. You giggled one more time, waved to the both of them, and then turned and walked off gracefully to catch up with your friend. John 5 turned to climb back onto the bus, and Twiggy flashed him a drugged-up grin. “Damn, who was that girl? Looked like that one chick, what’s her name, Dina Van Fleece or something? Pinup girl.” John 5 shook his head with a laugh. “Yeah. She’s a pinup girl, Twiggy.” Twiggy boarded the bus, and John glanced in the direction you’d gone in. You were just a dot now, too far away to distinguish any features. John 5 whispered to just himself. “My pretty little pinup girl.”

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Kiss Me Once, Then Kiss Me Twice

Hey y'all! So first of all writing this hurt my chest, I think it hit a little harder knowing that Jin will have to enlist soon. (Look at me now tearing up again). Sorry if this fic isn’t 100% historically accurate I tried my best. I think this is going to be the first piece I post, I am also working on a Jungkook fic that I hope to finish soon! Please give me any pointers and feedback from my writing. I would seriously appreciate it! Please enjoy!

Warning: ANGST!!!, Talk about WW2 related subjects, Swearing?, and Death.

BACKGROUND: During WW2 American men were drafted in order to gain more soldiers to fight. It didn’t take too long before a draft notice for Jin arrived at your doorstep. He was due to leave in a month and you two spent all your days together savoring every minute. Eventually, the day was coming and the night before their departure there was a sendoff where the soldiers could dance with their loved one for one last night until their return.

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We sway to the music as he holds me close, laying my head on his strong chest while he holds one of my hands. The jazz music creates a heavenly atmosphere and it feels like it's just the two of us on the dance floor.

“Jin?” I ask.

He kisses the top of my head before humming. “Yes, doll?”

“I don’t want you to go, is there any way out of this? Maybe we can run away and wait out this war, you know?” I ramble the anxieties I hold overflowing from my mouth like boiling water.

“Sh,” he squeezes my hand, continuing to sway us to the music. “It’s my duty, if we ran we wouldn’t get far anyways, we both know what happens to draft dodgers.”

He was right, evading his draft would only land him in prison. Knowing Jin’s pride he would never even attempt such a thing.

“Dream of me when i’m gone, won't you?” He smiles. “You better not forget me.”

“I could never forget you.” I sniff feeling the need to burst into tears at the thought.

“Hey, I’m going to be fine. I'll be back home in no time.” He gives me a twirl before wrapping his arms around me once more. “And when I do, I’m gonna put a baby in you.”

I can’t help the burning pink that coats my face at his blunt words.

“Seok-Jin!” I whisper-shout, hiding my face in his chest. “We aren’t even married yet, don't say such lewd things.”

He laughs causing his chest to bounce me slightly. “Well I'll just have to fix that then.”

My heart does a summersault at his words. I always knew Jin was the one for me, and always would be. We were soulmates, not like the cheesy films, real soulmates. We met in highschool, I was more of a shy girl while Jin was more than popular, especially amongst the ladies. One day a group of us all were setting up for the homecoming dance in the school's cafeteria. We were set in a group and assigned to hang up the banner in front of the entrance. Being the outgoing boy he is, he spent the entire time cracking jokes and making conversation. It was easy to open up to him and next thing I knew he was asking me, of all people to the dance. We spent most of our time together after that. The rest is history, we were known as the highschool sweethearts and still are.

As the song ends the entire ballroom claps. As it dies down,  a man in decorated uniform walks up to the microphone before clearing his throat. He introduces himself to the crowd before giving a smile.

“Tomorrow all of you gentlemen will be on your way to fight the good war.” He pauses scanning the crowd. “For some of us, this will be the last night with our loved ones, I hope you take the time to hold them dear. Remember that your sacrifices are for the good of the world, as you all stand for freedom.”

The man holds out his glass of champagne lifting it towards the crowd.

“To the good war.”

Cheers and applause ring out through the crowd. Once again the music starts with a more lively beat as the attendees rush to the dance floor. The rest of the night is spent with us dancing and drinking as I try my best to forget the grim fate that lies tomorrow.

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The station is bustling with families hugging and wishing their loved ones off. It's almost too much. I grab on to Jin’s hand not once letting go to savor every moment I have before he has to leave. He has a simple duffle bag slung around his shoulder, his uniform is neatly ironed and pressed. He looks like a natural soldier. He digs into his pocket with his open hand looking for his seat number ticket. Seconds later, we are in front of his cart, and I begin to feel sick to my stomach. “Hey, doll.” He turns, placing his hands on my shoulders. “You know, you're the only girl for me.”

I smile nodding.

“Aren’t you gonna tell me to stay away from the boys, you know you're gonna be gone for a long time.” I tease.

He laughs, “I don’t have to worry about things like that with a face like this.”

I smile at his words, before giving him a glance.

He shuffles nervously before placing his duffle back down and reaching into the pocket inside his uniform top.

“I also don’t have to worry about that because-” He pulls out a little box and falls to one knee. “I got this to keep them away.”

I stare as he reveals a beautiful diamond ring. It’s the one I have been having my eyes on for so long and I can’t help but swoon at the sight. Ring or not I would marry this man without a second thought.

“Doll, ever since I met you I knew you were the girl I was gonna marry. I love your smile, your wit and every little thing you do, I couldn’t imagine living without it. So, will you make me the happiest man and marry me?”

I cover my mouth before nodding an enthusiastic yes. He lets out a breath he was holding before slipping the beautiful ring over my finger. I barely let him get up before I'm wrapping him in a deathgrip hug.

“Doll, you're gonna kill me before bastards get a chance to.” He laughs.

I let him go before he pulls me in a passionate kiss dipping me. I can’t help but squeal at the moment, scared he will drop me but, all my fears go away as he pulls me into another kiss. After about a minute we hear the sounds of a couple young soldiers hooting and clapping at the scene. Jin puts me back on my two feet and I blush as I see four young men smiling at the both of us. I recognize one as Yoongi, one of Jin’s work partners who was also drafted.

“I don’t mean to interrupt, but congratulations to you two.” The dark haired boy says.

Jin gives the man a hug before I give him one as well, we were never close but he was always kind to me. He was always at Jin's work parties that we would host and he always made sure to clean up after. His girlfriend, Holly is a good friend of mine as well.

“Oh! Jin, Y/N, this is Namjoon, Ho-seok and this little guy here in Jungkook.” He points to each man and ends at a shy looking boy. “We are all on the same cart.”

Jin shakes each one's hand and they all give us congratulations. I smile at all of them talking amongst themselves.

“Ah, sorry Y/N I don’t want to take any more of your guys’ time. We’ll see you on the train, Jin.” Yoongi says.

They all nod their heads heading towards the carts entrance. As soon as Jin turns around he picks me up spinning me as I giggle.

“I'll write to you every time I get the chance.” He says.

“You better! I'll miss you.” I smile pulling him into a kiss.

“ALL SOLDIERS PLEASE FINISH BOARDING, THE TRAIN WILL BE LEAVING IN 5 MINUTES.”

Jin looks into my eyes knowing what's to come. His eyes are wet as he tries to blink the tears away.

“I love you, doll.” He caresses my face giving me a light forehead kiss.

“I love you too, Jin.” I relax at his touch before we pull away.

He grabs his duffle before giving me a smile. He gives me one more kiss before he straightens up and steps onto the train.

“Hey.” He turns around blowing me an overdramatic kiss and giving me a cheeky wink.

Even through the pain in my heart I laugh and blow one back. His eyes are tearing up as he mouths `` I love you ’’ before slipping into the isles and plopping himself on the window seat next to Yoongi and the rest of the boys. He doesn’t take his eyes off of me and he makes cute funny faces and blowing kisses to keep me from crying. I laugh at his every movement and I can see the boys laughing at his actions as well. A couple minutes pass and the train screeches to a start and my heart sinks. I see Jin’s lips quiver for a second as he begins to wave goodbye. I wave my hand swinging it wilder as his figure soon gets further and further away. I smile as I see the boys give a wave as well, and soon they are out of sight as the carts begin to rush at a faster pace. It takes everything in me not to collapse in the station, but I make my way to the taxi already planning my first letter to Jin.

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September 1943 Doll, The work here is hard, but I've made some friends along the way. The boys at the station have become my close friends, we plan to go for drinks as soon as we get home. Of course that's after me and you go together. I can’t wait to see you again, I had a dream of you. We were making breakfast in the kitchen listening to our favorite records. The thought of you is one of the main things keeping me going. We haven't seen too much action yet, we are still going over some basic training but, we don't have much time before we go into the real thing. I confess, I am scared. I’m worried about what could happen to me or the others. I promise to you I will stay alive so we can see eachother again. How are you? Are you eating well, taking care of yourself? I look forward to your next letter doll. As always, I love you. -Jin

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January 1944

Happy new year, doll! I wish I was able to spend it with you. I hope you received all my last letters, I look forward to writing them every day. We faced a new battle today, luckily we were able to outnumber them. It sounds harsh to say, but everytime we fight it seems to get easier and easier. It's easier to pull a trigger as awful as it sounds, but I think that every shot fired is a minute closer to you. You are one of the things keeping me sane.

Jungkook is curious about how you are doing, I feel like an older brother towards him. We have gotten close in these six months as you know and I can’t wait to bring him home. His mother and father worry about him but are happy that I’m by his side looking out for him. We have even exchanged letters a couple times! I got your letter about the new restaurant that opened up near our home and I’m excited to try it. The meals here are… average at best.

I miss you, I am excited to read your next letter, I love you.

-Jin

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February 1944

Loss was something I was never faced with until now. Now that I have experienced it I wish to never again. During our last battle, Jungkook was shot. I tried to get him a medic but we were under too much fire. He was too young, the boy was just 18 with his whole life ahead of him. I wish the draft would consider this… The image of his last breaths are permanently stuck in my head. I plan to write his parents a letter, to tell them I broke my promise to protect their son. He was a good kid, when we have a son, I'd like to name him Jungkook in honor of him. He wanted to meet you, he always asked how you were doing when I got a letter. I wish you were here, doll. You would always know what to say to make me feel better.

I love you, I hope you are doing well.

-Jin

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May 1944

Hey doll,

There is talk of an invasion in Normandy, something that will help bring this war to an end if the allies win. I plan to fight my hardest. I was daydreaming of our wedding and now I cannot wait to get back to you. Yoongi says thank you for looking after Molly, she told him you were bringing her food and spending lots of time with her. You always were the sweetest, it’s one of the reasons I fell in love with you! I can’t wait to pick you up in my arms and dance with you. It will be soon! I can feel it in my gut.

I just wanted to say thank you for all your support, you helped me with the loss of Jungkook and I appreciate you helping his family with the funeral. It's a sad thought of laying such a young boy in the ground. I wish I could have been there to send him off and meet his parents in person. They sent me a letter about how touched they were from your help, they told me I was a lucky man. They are right! I love you.

-Jin

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June 9th 1944

It's a warm day, the sounds of cicadas run throughout the neighborhood. There's a comforting breeze that dances against my skin. I often spent my time outside reading books or Jin’s letters, waiting for the days to end so I was a step closer to holding him again. As I twiddle the ring on my finger I can’t help but smile. I have been looking at wedding dresses and planning the venue. I wanted to wait for Jin to get back first but the excitement made it impossible. I want to marry him as soon as he gets back. Kids would be next, the thought of having little Jins running around makes my heart flutter. Granted, if they are like their father we will have our work cut out but it would be well worth it.

The sound of a car driving down the road catches my attention. Confusion laces my features as I watch the dark car pull up into the driveway of my house. A second later, a man in uniform steps out of the car. The bright sun makes it hard to distinguish his features as he makes his way up to the porch. I see a letter in his hands as he holds a nervous face.

“Ma’am, this is for you.” The deep voice rings.

I take the envelope in his hands ripping open the seal. Carefully, I open the telegram fearing what lies inside.

“I'll read this inside, thank you.” I smile turning towards the front door.

“Ma’am, I think it would be best if you read it right away.” He looks at my confused appearance before giving me a sad look. “I regret to inform you, that your fiance, Kim Seok-Jin was killed in action on-”

His words begin to sound quieter and quieter, no he must be wrong. Jin isn’t dead, he can’t be. I just received a letter from him a couple days ago. This is some kind of mistake, just one big mistake.

“Ma’am?” He asks.

I look up at him as he frowns.

“This was with him in his pocket when he passed. It’s addressed to you.”

“What?” My eyes water as he gives me a note tucked into a standard envelope.

I pull out the crumbled note, it holds some dirt stains and it's written on simple notebook paper. I look at the first line gasping at the words.

Kim Y/N

Although we are not married yet, I would like to be able to write it at least one time. I think it suits you quite nicely. I am hiding out as enemy forces have taken down most of our team, I feel almost cowardly as I am one of the few to escape. But, I'm afraid this might be the last letter I ever send to you, doll.

I feel the wind knocked out of me as I clutch the letter. “I would like to be alone now.”

The courier nods his head before I run into the house before setting myself on the kitchen chair forcing myself to read the rest of the letter.

I’m not scared to die, because you are by my side. I always kept that picture of you and I together on our trip to the beach, it’s my good luck charm. Although, I wish to hold you one last time and give you one last kiss fate has been quite cruel. See, I planned to marry you, make you my wife and the mother of our beautiful three children. Two boys and a girl, we would teach them to protect her and we would teach her to be strong like her beautiful mother.

I can see the handwriting is messy, as if he's struggling to write the words. I cover my mouth holding in the sob.

Doll, I hope you know I love you, oh I do. I will proclaim it with my last breath and the last thing my eyes will see is the beautiful sight of you smiling with me on that beach. Don’t cry for me, I want you to remember the happy days we spent together. I wish I could write this letter forever, to tell you that you will be okay. When you receive this letter I want you to put on our favorite record and slow dance with me one last time. I wish we could see eachother but, I promise you I'll be there holding you, just like I always do.

It’s my time to go, doll. I'll be waiting for you on the otherside saving you a dance.

I love you, forever and even more. -Jin

The ache in my heart is almost too much, I clutch the counter letting the silent sobs take over. It was a pain I have never experienced in my entire life. My best friend, my lover, and my soulmate had all left the world. I let the pain wash over me trying my best to compose myself. How could I ever heal from this?

It takes me a while to stand up and make my way to the living room. The record player sits silently at the end of the room.

When you receive this letter I want you to put on our favorite record and slow dance with me one last time

I search through our collection looking for the right one. I find it easily and hold it fondly before placing it on the turner and sliding the needle. Instantly the song begins to play and I watch as it spins, the beginning tune filling the living room.

(Listen to It’s been a long, long time by Bring Crosby)

Kiss me once, then kiss me twice

Then kiss me once again.

It’s been a long, long time.

I listen carefully and turn around seeing Jin in his uniform. He looks so handsome. He smiles at me, slightly wrinkling his eyes. At first I’m not sure what I'm seeing, I must be going insane.

“Are you gonna dance with me or make me wait, doll?” He asks in his usual cheerful voice.

Real or not, it's him, it’s my Jin. I laugh with tear stricken eyes and run up to him and wrap him in a hug. I don’t even remember when we started to sway but I relaxed in the comfort of his arms. Everything is the same, his smell, his feeling, it all oozes Jin. I want to talk to him, but the feeling of him leaves me in a peaceful trance and we continue to sway to the music that fills the room.

“I love you,” He whispers before kissing my temple and spinning me.

I twirl with misty eyes as I know the song is coming to an end.

“I love you, forever and always.” I look up at his beautiful brown eyes and give him a kiss.

He doesn’t stop smiling once. His lips curve upward and he holds me close, but it doesn’t feel close enough. I close my eyes and relax as the song comes to an end.

Haven’t felt like this my dear

Since I can’t remember when

It’s been a long, long time.

I continue to sway as the last note plays. When I open my eyes he’s gone and my heart shatters a little more. I move towards the record player taking the needle off and slipping the record back into its case. Even though he's gone I feel as though he's still watching over me. Caressing the ring on my finger I look up towards the photograph of us on the wall.

“I'll be waiting,” I smile. “For the next dance.”

[fioress]

chicago’s very own fiore gattuso has been spotted on madison avenue driving a 2020 bentley continental gt v8 in red , welcome ! your resemblance to lorenzo zurzolo is unreal . according to tmz , you just had your twenty first birthday bash  . your chance of surviving new york is uncertain because you’re impatient , but being cunning might help you . i think being a libra explains that .  3 things that would paint  a  better picture of you would be bloodshot baby blue eyes, long drives without a specific destination, getting high by the beach. ( i have been conning money out of older women and men ever since my parents disowned me  ) & ( cismale + he/him  )

tw : abuse, homophobia

full  name : fiore emiliano luca gattuso ( first name pronounced fee-oh-reh, also see here! )

nicknames : fifi, emmy ( by people who know his middle name ), some people might say... flower boy ( fiore literally means flower in italian ) 😳

gender : cismale

height :  5 ′ 8

age : 21

birthday : october 14 , 1998

zodiac : libra  ( leo moon, aquarius ascendant )

right  handed  or  left  handed : left  handed

eye  color : baby blue

hair  color : basically dark blonde / light brown

piercing  &  tattoos : the libra symbol on his left wrist, a cartilage piercing on his right ear

languages  spoken : italian  ( native  tongue ), english, spanish, sicilian ( after many summers spent in his parents’ summer house in sicily )

sexuality : bisexual

place  of  birth : napoli, italia ( naples, italy in english )

last  3  songs  listened  to : dimmi che mi ami by dj matrix ( a full on fucking italian boy tbh ), talk is cheap by chet faker, west coast by lana del rey

character  inspo : maxxie oliver from skins u.k , adam groff from sex education ( think season 2 adam ), alyssa foley from the end of the fucking world, david rose from schitt’s creek, michael kelso from that 70′s show, a mix of nick miller & winston bishop from new girl, maeby funke from arrested development 

♡ so fiore was born to an american mother named lindsey harrison & a fully italian father named gian gattuso. his mother is a very well known politician & his father is heir of a very popular gas company, literally named gattuso gas ( yikes lol ). besides that, he is also a preacher. without saying much, his parents are very well off

♡ fiore grew up with anything he’s ever wanted ( materialistically, of course ). besides that, his parents genuinely weren’t the best of people. his mother stole millions from the so called campaigns she ran & was a generally very corrupt politician, his father treated his employees like shit & was a pretty hateful person altogether

♡ they were people who expected a lot out of their only son, which made fiore feel an insane amount of pressure from the very start. at a very young age, he showed characteristics lots of boys his age didn’t show. he did things like peeing while sitting down instead of standing up, preferred to play with dolls instead of ‘boy toys’, favored the color pink, got along better with girls, preferred to watch shows that were considered ‘girly’, etc etc. 

♡ they were very harmless things honestly, things that most parents would laugh about & turn a blind eye. however, fiore really wasn’t that lucky when it came to his parents. any time he would do anything his parents claimed a ‘normal boy wouldn’t do’, he would get a huge lecture & a beating to go with it. needless to say, he learned to hide a lot of who he really was from a very young age

♡ he did a lot of things to seek the approval of his parents. he wasn’t smart academically ( dumb boi 101 tbh ), but he tried to make them happy in other ways. fiore was never fond of sports at all, but he started playing tennis at seven years old, because it made his parents happy. truth be told, he hated tennis with every fiber of his being, but again, he did this, simply because it satisfied his parents 

♡ fiore grew up trying to be the perfect son, considering the fact his parents were very much in the public eye of everyone. it was all smiles for the pictures, but behind closed doors, he really wasn’t the happiest boy ever

♡ simply put, he has always known that he likes boys. he likes girls too, don’t get him wrong, but he knew, literally since he could remember, that he also had a thing for guys too. of course, he knew this wouldn’t settle well at all with his extremely strict & religious parents, so he buried his feelings incredibly deep 

♡ he has a lot of charm & wit & found himself getting into relationships quicker than most of his friends. he briefly dated a girl when he was fourteen, but it was when he was sixteen that things really began getting, dare i say, spicy?

♡ there was an american boy new to his very #elite school & if you guessed it, they began to date! yup, his first boyfriend at sixteen years old. fiore was basically living two lives at this point. at school, he was himself, loud & proud, but when he got home, the facade began. the way he would switch up as soon as he entered the front door to his house was honestly shockingly scary 

♡ he really felt himself falling in love with this boy even though they were both fairly young. they snuck around forever. when no one was home, he would sneak him into his room to have sex, sneak out of his house when his parents were asleep, all that fun stuff. their relationship was forbidden ( at least to fiore’s parents ). this is where it gets juicy af tho, hear me out 

♡ so one day, fiore & him get really really drunk & honestly? video record themselves having sex! 😊 they didn’t do this to post it anywhere or show anyone or anything, they really just did it for themselves. they made a few copies & kept it for themselves ( stupid boys, i know! ), but they really felt like they would get married & all that gooey lovey dovey shit so they did it because yolo i guess? this is where it gets peak #juicy

♡ so fiore & him are walking back from practice. this is a time where fiore knows no one is home & no one is coming home for a while, so when they get to his house & see his father’s car parked outside, he lowkey panics a little. of course he makes the guy leave & goes inside to see what’s going on

♡ his father asks him to come upstairs & surprisingly, leads him into his room. he says something along the lines of ‘i just want to show you this so i can hear your explanation on what the fuck this is’ & this is when fiore’s entire life practically takes a 360. his father turns on his tv & legit starts playing his sex tape with his boyfriend. just picture this though; your extremely religious & hateful father & you sitting on your bed, watching your gay sex tape with your boyfriend

♡ obviously, this news isn’t well taken by his father. to make a long story short, he gets his ass beat. like, literally almost dies type shit. when this happened, he was seventeen, almost eighteen. he knew if that was ever discovered by his parents, it wouldn’t go well, but he really didn’t think them discovering his sexuality would be that brutal

♡ his parents basically disown him at that moment. they bought him a ticket to chicago & told him they never wanna see him again. it’s sad, but he packed his things & left in two days to go live with his cousin in chicago. citizenship wasn’t a problem because he had dual citizenship due to his mother being american

♡ it doesn’t really take an expert to figure out that fiore did not take this move well at all. for months, he was really depressed. he wouldn’t go out & would just lay in bed for the longest time. he was really hurt by everything that happened & it took him a while to recover. he has also lived in italy his whole life & wasn’t really used to life in america at all, but after like the fourth month of just feeling sorry for himself, it was his cousin who snapped him back to reality

♡ slowly but surely, he began putting himself out there. his english honestly #sucked when he first got to america, but it’s gotten a lot better since then ( he still has a pretty deep italian accent though ). at first, he began working at a pizza place, but fiore slowly began to realize how much he despised working. his entire life, he received everything on a silver plater with pure golden spoons, so this? he was for sure not used to it at all. again, his life completely did a 360. he went from living in a three story mansion in the most prestigious part of rome to living in a very shitty part of chicago, broke almost always, & working a job he hated with everything he had, splitting rent with his cousin

♡ fiore did not want this at all for himself. it wasn’t until he went out clubbing ( fake id & all ), that one his friends showed him the wonders of conning people. they walked into the bar with twenty bucks and left with four thousand dollars 

♡ quickly, fiore began to learn his friends’ ways. his looks, personality & his thick italian accent helped him tremendously; it was like people literally couldn’t get enough of him. soon enough, he was conning & finessing the fuck out of older men & women for their money. he once walked into a casino with five dollars and walked out with over twelve thousand, & it was only because he stayed for like an hour only

♡ finessing people became a huge hobby of his. it was with all this money that he bought himself a luxury car & jump started his model & influencer career. it was also with this money that him & his cousin ditched chicago & moved into a much better apartment in new york. with his looks & persona, he gained followers like crazy & posted videos on youtube as well, getting sponsorships & recognition easier than he expected. he was literally living off his looks & his personality & honestly? he was here for it! 

♡ there is still a part of fiore that has a lot of issues & trauma. honestly mommy & daddy issues af, but he doesn’t talk about this at all. no one really knows how he came up or where his family is & he keeps it this way, dodging questions about his personal life as much as he can

♡ in a way, he is kind of relieved with everything that happened with his parents because now, he’s completely free to be himself & do whatever the fuck he wants, knowing very well they can’t really touch him now. of course, it still left a mark that he’s never going to be able to erase or forget ( both in his heart & on his body too ), but he feels free for once in his life & he’s honestly kind of happier now 

♡ relationship wise, he really doesn’t commit to anyone. after practically being forced to leave his now ex boyfriend at almost 18, he kind of feels like he doesn’t deserve love? it’s really fucked up but he’s genuinely convinced that no one is ever going to genuinely love him or want to be with him so he just avoids any romantic relationship of any kind, usually just hooking up with people & then leaving as soon as it’s over. the truth is that he really does want to be loved, accepted & cared for by someone he loves, accepts & cares for as well, but will it ever happen if he continues pushing people away? probably not tbh 

♡ he is a fucking drinker & hella pot smoker!! legit give him some alcohol & weed he’s happy. he always has either one on him, or both tbh 

♡ this is all that’s coming to mind rn but underneath is his bio!!

       fiore was born to lindsey and gian gattuso in naples, italy. from a very young age, he showed characteristics most boys his age didn’t show. he would pee sitting down, every time he would visit his cousins, he would rather play dolls with them instead of ‘boy toys’, favored the color pink, watched things that were considered ‘girly’, etc. of course, this never settled well with his extremely religious parents, and every time he would do something even remotely different than a ‘regular’ boy would do, he would get a huge lecture, and a beating to go with it. that being said, fiore was quick to learn to hide a lot of who he really was. he absolutely despised tennis, but he played it anyways, and he did it, simply because it made his parents happy. the gattuso’s had a ton of money, so he played tennis in nearly all of europe. he has always known that he likes boys, maybe even a little bit more than he likes girls. literally since he’s had a sense of judgement, he’s just known. of course, he kept this a secret, practically living a double life, being himself at school and someone completely different at home. it didn’t take long for him to get a boyfriend, and soon, he found himself slowly falling in love. secretly sneaking him into the house when his parents weren’t home to have quickies, holding hands with him down the school hallways, and even lying to his parents and telling them he was going going to tennis practice just to hang out with him. however, one mistake costed him, well, everything.

        they were drunk and goofing around, and decided to record themselves having sex. it was innocent and pure, both of them just making love to each other in the rawest, loveliest form. the two boys made copies of it, and fiore kept one for himself. one day, when he was trying to sneak his boyfriend into the house, he saw his dad’s car parked outside, which was odd because he was never home around that time. his boyfriend left, and he went to go investigate. his father was beyond calm, and bought him up to his room. his room. fiore was confused as his father told him to sit down on the bed, and soon, his worst nightmare became a reality. his father began playing his damn sex tape on his dvd player, and to say he was mortified was an understatement. he was humiliated, and most of all, afraid. it came without much warning, but soon, his father was throwing punches to his face, his stomach, everywhere, dragging him down the stairs just for it to continue. all he saw was blood. for the first time in forever, fiore truly felt like he had hit rock bottom. they took away his cellphone, any type of technology he had to communicate with was gone, and before he knew it, he was being shipped off to america, completely cut off by his parents.

        fiore definitely didn’t take the move so well. he was a depressed mess. he wouldn’t eat, wouldn’t sleep, and over all, just felt out of place. it took him a pretty long time, but eventually, he began adjusting. of course he was still super hurt over everything that had happened, his parents cutting him off, him being away from his now ex boyfriend, his first true love, but time luckily healed most of his pain, and soon, he found himself bettering his english, making friends, and fitting right in. at least he didn’t have to play tennis here. living with his cousin wasn’t so bad either. they constantly smoked, drank like there was no tomorrow, and he even managed to land him a job at a pizza delivery place. fiore hated this job though, but after a night our with friends, he found himself learning the art of conning and finessing older men and women. he does this like there’s no tomorrow, the money he made from all these schemes helping him jumpstart his career as an influencer and model, which bought him back to his typical luxurious lifestyle. fiore is just trying to get by, one day at a time.

extra spice:

[ohshitmyship]

Director’s Cut of The Party (Parts I&II) from How to Fake-Date a Pro Hero; A Guide by Dabi and Hawks

“so I wanted to start off by thanking @scarlet99 for asking me to do this commentary. It’s a bit long so I’ll put it below the cut! Also, my fic can be found here!

ok SO first off: I like, had no idea where this party was gonna go when I first started the chapter. Originally, my plan was to have Dabi get bored and get everyone drunk, THEN it was to tell it from his perspective and that would be based off the song “Stuck” by Caro Emerald (a lot of her songs from the album Deleted Scenes from the Cutting Room Floor make me think of this fic)

I have no idea HOW, but I somehow settled on the idea of Ikki creating more drama and I really really liked it

as SOON as I thought about their costumes, I knew it had to be Icarus/Apollo bc y’know. Wings/fire. Dabi’s costume was tough bc he doesn’t like showing too much skin, but Apollo is historically a slut

Also for Miruko’s costume, I really liked her as the White Rabbit from Alice in Wonderland and I was gonna have Remi be dressed up as Alice, but I just kinda forgot to say it and by the time I remembered, I couldn’t find a natural spot for it

OH MY GOD OKAY so I’ve been meaning to talk about this for a while, but it is SO HARD to try and write Dabi and Hawks in character bc this story is so fucking far from canon and they don’t have much spoken dialogue so far in the anime. Like, my trick to keep folks in character is to picture their voices saying the words I write. If I can’t picture it, it’s not in character. But I can’t really do that bc Dabi isn’t a murderous psychopath and Hawks isn’t walking on eggshells so he doesn’t get burnt to death – at least in this universe. Like, Canon Dabi would never go to a party like this, but FakeDate! Dabi would, and it’s really hard to find a balance between fanon and canon

ok rant over

I knew I wanted Natsuo to be Jack Frost, and when I wrote the scene I thought it would be cool if someone’s quirk made them look like Toothiana from Rise of the Guardians, so it just. Happened. I always wanted Natsuo to hook up at the party tho

also I forgot that Natsuo is only 20 so this technically takes place in Year 2 of Canon events, and Hachidori is 23

“We’ll leave you to it” is a Hamilton reference

I LOVE WRITING IKKI IT’S SO MUCH FUN

he’s such a dumbass and so manipulative I just really enjoy writing any conflict involving him. Especially since Dabi is just such a bad match-up for him. Like, Hawks has to watch what he says bc media exposure is a big part of his career, but Dabi is pretty much a nobody and likes it that way, so Ikki can’t hurt him

ok so the end scene where Miruko finds them making out – I was debating on who would walk in: Miruko or Ikki. I almost made it Ikki, but it didn’t make sense narratively speaking so I changed it to Miruko, partially bc it would be hilarious

OK Part II

so when I first started writing Part I, I was debating a staged kiss. One of two things would’ve happened: either Ikki managed to kiss Dabi in front of Hawks and Hawks would be hurt but pissed at Ikki, OR, Ikki would kiss Hawks and Dabi would be pissed at Ikki. However, I couldn’t find a way to write a staged kiss scene without it being annoying, and I kept wondering what I was gonna do. About halfway through Part I, I knew I wanted Dabi and Ikki to get into a fight and for Ikki to throw Dabi off the building, and Hawks would catch him

Ok so I really like Dabi and Natsuo’s relationship.Their whole conversation on the balcony was meant to be a pep-talk / confession. It’s also a way of me kinda explaining how Dabi deals with all the sudden popularity – I always saw him as the kinda guy that didn’t really care if random people liked him. If he liked you and you liked him, then it’s fine.

“I’ll wait as long as it takes for him to meet me at his own pace. He’s worth it.”

I worked so hard on this line and I’m lowkey disappointed that no one seemed to notice it much, but I get why – I mean, I did throw Dabi off the building

I LOVE THE IDEA OF IKKI GENUINELY THINKING DABI IS FLIRTING WITH HIM BC HE’S A DUMBASS ITS SO FUNNY TO ME

also Dabi would not hesitate to start shit if it were ANYONE else’s party. Like idk how clear I made it that Dabi wanted to kick Ikki’s ass, not caring who saw – but he cares enough about Hawks to put his own anger aside, which is like, a huge thing for Dabi

ok so the whole confrontation scene was hard to write but I REALLY enjoyed it bc I felt like it was a good way to expose how Hawks went through life vs Dabi. Like, because Hawks is so high up on the social ladder, he’s gotta perform for everyone and everyone uses him – even other elites. It’s sorta like a farmer marrying royalty, it IMMEDIATELY elevates your status. Hawks can date whomever he wants bc he’s climbed as high as he possibly can; heroes are the pinacle of their society, he’s the second most powerful hero in Japan and the most well-liked. Hawks is basically untouchable, and a great ticket to the top

also, I feel like a lot of people think that Dabi is only dating Hawks for his own personal means because that’s just the world so many of the elites live in, they can’t comprehend true compassion bc their life is just so glamourous

I LOVED WRITING THE FALLING SCENE I HAD BEEN WAITING TO DO THAT

also YES the Icarus imagery is on purpose

I didn’t get a chance to mention this in the fic, but Dabi knew he was staying at Hawks’ overnight (he has his own toothrbush and set of clothes there) and Natsuo was hoping to go home with one of the socialites, and he did

OK THIS WAS POINTED OUT THAT WHEN HAWKS KISSES DABI I FORGOT TO MENTION IT WAS ON THE CHEEK BC DABI JUST PUKED HIS GUTS OUT

So as for the end of the chapter, I knew that I wanted Dabi to be like, head over heels in love with Hawks.When Hawks rescues him and then takes great care to shield him from the rest of the party, I think Dabi realizes how kind at heart Hawks is, and he knows that he could search the world over and never find anyone similar

Ok so I think that’s it!!! Thanks again @scarlet99 for asking me to do this, it was alot of fun!!! I have a lot of other thoughts regarding my chapters lol, so feel free to ask again

[axwalker]

The Trade: 2

 Synopsis: This is an AU where the monarchy in Cordonia doesn’t longer exist and it has been replaced by a republic. It’s set in the final stages of the presidential race with Senator Liam Rhys competing against Fidelya Governor Godfrey Karlington. To assure his son’s victory, Constantine makes an arrangement behind his back for him to marry the rich ambassador’s daughter: Alexis O’Brien. Due to her father’s threats, she has no other option that seduce Liam and make him fall in love with her. But what does she really feel?

Masterlist:  HERE

Warnings: I love drama and chaos so this will probably get very dark. None for this chapter though. 

Please note that this is my first series and English is not my mother tongue. I appreciate all comments and feedback. 

@pug-bitch​

Pairing: DrakexMC, LiamxMC

Drake stepped out of the shower and turned on the TV. A towel around his waist, he sat on the edge of the bed and switched the channel.

“Good night everyone, I’m Anna de Luca and today in Politics weekly, we’re going to talk about the lasts updates of the presidential race with political expert Donnie Brine. Hi Donnie, we’re happy to have you on the show tonight. Tell us, what do you think of our candidates so far?”

“Hi Anna! Happy to be here. Well, we all already know Governor Godfrey Karlington and his conservative politics. He represents the old ways and rules Fydelia with an iron fist. Personally, I think the most interesting candidate today is the young and charismatic Liam Rhys, a new face in the political map, but well ahead in the polls.”

Drake arched his brows and laughed to himself. -New face?- Liam was a great candidate, the best one, but he was certainly no newcomer.

“New  face?” Ana asked echoing Drake's thoughts. “Please, Donnie. We all know Liam is the son of ex-president Constantine Rhys and that he comes from old Cordonian nobility. He’s hardly a ‘new face’. However, I’ll agree that his rapid popularity growth is worthy of attention.  Now, as a political expert, tell us: Is it true that he intends to surround himself with young politicians?

“Apparently this is all true, Anna. He’ll form his cabinet with his closest political allies, otherwise known as the “Brat-pack” of Cordonian politics, all being sons and daughters of either rich men and government members as Miss Hanna Lee or old noble houses as Sir Rashad Domvallier.”

“Can you give us a sneak peek of his cabinet?”

“Of course, Anna! I’ll give you the name of those we are sure he’ll appoint if he wins:

For Secretary of Treasury, he’ll appoint Bertrand Beaumont, he was Governor of Ramsford and his family have had ties with the Rhys for hundreds of years.

In Education, he’ll name Hanna Lee. Miss Lee is the youngest person that has ever directed Cordonian University. She has won world recognition for her research in educational methods.

In Foreign Affairs we’ll have Kiara Theron, the also daughter of the prominent judge Hakim Castelraillan, was our representative in the UN for two consecutive years and speaks 6 languages fluently.

The Secretary of Defense will be Capitain Olivia Nevrakis, a decorated top army officer.

Rashad Domvallier will be the head of the Department of Commerce, his bold business deals have brought a lot of money to the most prominent companies in Cordonia

And for some experience he will appoint Ex Supreme Court Juge Hakim Theron as the Attorney General and Landon Ebrim as the Minister of Agriculture” Donnie concluded.

“Well, all in all, not a lot of surprises, Donnie. As you said it before, it will be an incredibly young cabinet. Cordonian people should be happy that they’ll have Senator Ebrim and ex-judge Theron to babysit. Now two questions remain. Do we know who he’ll name as his chief of staff? And, more importantly: Who’s going to be his number two? Do you think he’s going to run with his brother, Valtorian Senator Leo Rhys? Or is that too much nepotism even for Cordonian standards?”

“To answer your first question, rumor has it that he will name his assistant, the man that’s been with him his whole career: Mr. Drake Walker. It is an important position, let’s hope that Mr. Walker is qualified for it, after all, he is not a real politician. As for the second question, his number two is the big enigma here, Anna. We know that a double Rhys ticket is the ex-president’s dream, but we are also aware of the Senator’s lifestyle, and I don’t think that the public opinion would approve of him running with the young candidate”.

Drake turned off the TV. Fucking vultures, they would love to see Liam fail just so they could feast in his loss. They didn’t care that he was the best candidate, much more than that fossil Karlington would ever be.

He opened the curtains and looked through the window, it was a sunny Sunday, his day off. He was wondering what to do when his phone rang. He saw Max’s photo on the screen.

Preparing for over the top excitement in three, two, one… he picks up the call.

“Draaaaake! You answered!”

“Yes, Maxwell. What do you want?” He sighed “Wait, is Sunday morning so I assume you need me to go get you at the beach because you woke up naked, surrounded by peacocks, with a horrible hangover and no memory of what happened last night. Am I right?”

“Heyyy Drake! Not all parties end up like last week’s party!” Max laughed

Drake rolled his eyes. “No, you’re right, sometimes you wake up naked in a garden surrounded by pigeons, or with a hippo tattoo you have no recollection getting.”

“Actually, I just wanted to invite you to lunch to thank you for picking me up last week, buddy,” Maxwell replied.

Drake sighed in exasperation “I’ve told you one hundred times NOT to call me buddy. And lunch is the minimum you can offer me after I saw you naked. I’m scarred for life, I hope you know.”

“He! You’re just jealous of my attributes, and jealousy is not a good color on you, Drake. You pick me up at 12…ish?

Drake growled at the phone “I’m starving; I’ll be there at 12 sharp.”

When they arrived at the restaurant at 2 pm, it was so crowded the waitress had to sit them at the bar.

As Maxwell stepped outside to take a mysterious call, Drake immediately noticed a beautiful girl in the stool next to Max’s. She was a tall brunette, with huge brown eyes and a beautiful smile. The short red dress she was wearing uncovered her long, tanned legs and hugged her curves in a way that made Drake blush.

Slightly disappointed, Drake noticed that she was talking to a guy in a blue suit. When he was about to move on and order another whiskey, he heard a very familiar voice:

“Sooo, as I was telling you, my family is very rich, they own the Sartorini brand, a very famous, very luxurious, very expensive brand of men shoes, among a lot, and I mean a lot of other things. You have heard of my family of course.”

Drake rolled his eyes.

“Of course,” He heard her answer, and he couldn’t help but notice a hint of sarcasm in her voice. “The problem… uh…Tariq was it?” Drake was smiling to himself “Is that I have it as a personal rule not to date very smugly, arrogant, conceited men. It’s a pity really, I can tell we really could’ve hit it off”

“Are you making fun of me bitch?” Drake was ready to intervene when he heard her answer.

“Wow, it took you 30 seconds to go from charming prince to creepy pig, a real record. Now if you excuse me, I’m really hungry. Have a good afternoon.”

Tariq got closer to her but as he was facing the girl and not him Drake couldn’t see what he was doing. Unfortunately for Tariq, he found out soon enough.

“I suggest you take off your filthy hand of my thigh right now if you don’t want to end up severely injured!” She seethed.

Tariq took a look at her slender figure and laughed. “By who? You?”

“No, me” Drake had decided to intervene “You heard the lady, Tariq.  Get out of here.” Tariq’s face went white as he apologized.

“Oh! I’m sorry Drake, I didn’t mean to disturb her, I didn’t know you were with her… I…I... I’m leaving..” He sighed, visibly scared, leaving the bar immediately.  

The girl puffed “Typical creep, he doesn’t even apologize to me, but to the man with a savior complex, who no one asked help from in the first place”

Drake arched his brows: “Sorry lady, I know Tariq, and he never would have left you alone. Anyway, have a nice lunch.”

The girl bit her lip feeling guilty, he was only trying to help her after all, and not that it mattered but he was very handsome.

“No, I’m sorry, you were only trying to be a good person”. She moved to the stool next to him while Max was still talking on the phone. “Let me buy you a…what are you drinking?”

Maxwell arrived just in time to hear the last sentence: “Whiskey! It is like he doesn’t know any other beverages. Can you believe that he has never tasted a Cosmopolitan??!!” He said grinning. “I’m Maxwell Beaumont, he’s Drake Walker and you’re…”

“I’m Elena, Elena Ortiz. Nice to meet you both” She grinned, and Drake couldn’t help but noticed what a beautiful smile she had. It felt like she’d be able to light an entire room with it. “And don’t worry Drake, me too I looove whiskey” That time she joined a little wink to the smile and Drake felt like he was actually melting.

“Hi… Magda” She said reading the waitress's name in her uniform “Can you bring us three glasses of Knob Creek, please?”

“Where are you from? You have a bit of an accent” He heard Maxwell ask her

“I’m American Maxwell, from New York”

“Please, call me Max. Is how all of my friends call me and I can tell right now that you and I are going to be great friends”

“How long are you staying in Cordonia, Elena?” Drake hoped she couldn’t hear the expectation in his voice.

“Oh… for now I’m just visiting, I haven’t thought very far ahead”

“Oh, I would looove to show you the highlights of our beautiful country,” Max said, smiling with excitement. “But I have a date tonight, so I can’t. Drake here, on the other hand, is a free as a bird today, aren’t you Drake?”

Since he met him as kids Drake had imagined one thousand different ways to kill the ever-annoying Maxwell, but at that moment, he could’ve kissed him.

“Actually, yes I am. I could show you some spots in the city that aren’t in the guides. What do you say?”

Elena grinned back at him.

“Maybe … where are you taking me?”

“You’ll have to trust me Elena, but I’m thinking you’ll like it”

“Trust you? I’ve known you for like a minute and a half. What if you murder me and hide my body on your baseman forever?

“Heh, that… or I’ll show one of Cordonian’s most beautiful sights while we drink some good whiskey. I guess you’re gonna have to take your chances.” Drake didn’t know why he wanted so desperately her to trust him.

Elena looked deeply into his eyes. She didn’t know why she felt so safe around him, maybe it was his gaze, intense and bright; looking at her longingly now.

“Let’s go!”

Drake took Elena to a beautiful beach next to Cordonia city; he showed her a little cove he visited when he needed some time far away from all the politics and plots.

“Drake! This is beautiful. It makes me think of my favorite spot in New York, next to Orchard beach. I go there whenever I’m feeling that I need some time for myself or to think about something.” She let out a small sigh.“Sometimes life can be too complicated”

Drake could hardly speak, completely lost just by looking at her. The gestures her hands make when she spoke, the elegant curve of her neck, her beautiful smile, and overall those big brown eyes, almost black. They were shinning now, enjoying the view, but there was something else in them; something unreadable…Pain, maybe?

“Do you feel like that often?” Drake asked, avid to know everything about the beautiful stranger next to him.

“You have no idea.”’ She turned to look at him. “But enough about that. What’s your story?” She gave him a flirty smile that almost made Drake’s heart stop. “Do you bring here all your dates?”

Drake gave her a cocky smile. “Ha, good to know this is a date” She blushed in the most adorable way. “In fact, if you have to know you’re the second person I bring here, and the first one was my sister,” he said hoping she didn’t ask a lot of questions about Savannah.

“Oh, well is an amazing spot, but I was promised some excellent whiskey and I’m not seeing any.” He grinned taking out a little silver flask from his pocket and handing it to her.

“You’ll never taste anything better.” When he watched her take a sip and then lick her lips, it took everything he had not to kiss her, but for some strange reason, for once he didn’t want to go to fast with a woman. “So?”

“It’s not Knob Creek but is not bad.” She moved closer to him, hoping he would make a move, it was her last day of freedom and she really liked him, much more than she should. Drake was looking directly at her with his chocolate eyes, and a sexy smile in the corner of his mouth.

“What’s in your mind? You didn’t stop talking all the way here and now you’re very quiet”

Drake was a stranger, she would probably never see him again. However, his strong, steady presence invited her to confide in him. Without a second thought, she blurted out, “I was thinking that I can’t be the person I want to be.”

“What do you mean you can’t? What old are you, like 24? You can do whatever you want Elena.”

She shifted her position to watch the ocean. “25, and no, I can’t. Forget it, you’ll never understand”

He gave her a small smile, he definitely understood. “You mean that you feel trapped in a life that you don’t know how to live anymore but you have no fucking idea how to get out of?”

She looked surprised “That’s exactly it. You have the same feeling?”

He sighed looking at her with a bit of regret in his eyes. “I’m in a job that I hate, very far away from the life I pictured for myself when I was a kid”

She took his hand, feeling an immediate spike of electricity run through her arms “If you hate your job that much, why don’t you just resign?”

“I hope it was that easy, but it’s not. My boss is also my best friend and I owe him and his family everything. He’s asked for my help and I can’t deny it… so here we are”

“Wow, you make it look like the mafia, Drake. Maybe I should be scared” She said teasing him and he smiled.

“Well, actually it’s not that different from the mafia, that I can tell you. But maybe after this job is finished, I’ll be free to do what I want”

“And that is…?” He could see she was genuinely curious.

Drake took a long swig of whiskey. “It seems like a ridiculous child’s dream when I say it out loud, but I love horses and animals in general. I would’ve like to be a veterinarian, instead of going to business school”

“Well maybe someday… you’re young too, there is no reason you can’t make that happen”

“Now that you made me spill my guts, you have to tell me something about you. Why do you feel trapped?”

She also drank before answering. She didn’t want to ruin the mood by confessing the truth.

“Let’s say that I’m in the middle of a very awful business deal, that I can’t undo”

He looked at her quizzically. “What the hell does that mean Elena? Now is you who’s talking like a mob family member”

“He! If only…”  She moved even closer to him, boldened by the whiskey and the confidences they’d shared. “But that’s enough of sad little secrets”.

Elena gave him a very inviting smile and he suddenly realized that she was impossibly close to him. He could smell her scent, delicate and fruity. Her brown silky hair had a cherry fragrance, that was inebriating him much more than the whiskey he had drunk. When Drake saw her dark eyes looking directly at him, he didn’t doubt one more second. He took her face with both his hands and kissed her. She had never been kissed like that, it was sweet and passionate at the same time. With longing and tenderness, desire and reverence all at once.  Elena could smell his scent, something woody and musky and it drove her crazy. His tongue was entering her mouth looking for hers, delicately at first then more and more passionately, until they had to come out for air. He didn’t need much because almost instantly he was kissing the corners of her mouth, her cheeks, her neck, and there he was ravaging her mouth again.

Suddenly, the spell was broken. They were brought back to reality by the incessant ringing of her phone.

“Sorry Drake, I really have to get this” He saw her walking away a few meters and talk to someone, visibly affected by it. Her features hardened, she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, but she seemed different, sadder, gloomier. Drake saw she had ended the call but remained in place, so he went to her.

“What was that about Elena?” He asked softly stroking her left cheek with his thumb.  “Are you okay?”

“Yeah… it’s just that I’m gonna have to go back to real life tomorrow morning, and I don’t want to.”

“I thought you were in Cordonia indefinitely …”

“It’s complicated. Can you bring me back to the restaurant? A car will pick me up there.”

“I can take you to wherever you’re staying, Elena”

She gave him a rueful smile that tugged his heart. “I rather not, thank you.”

“This is the last time we will see each other. Isn’t it?” Drake asked, sadly.

Elena could feel the tears. Tears of sadness for everything she’d always wanted but never would have. Tears of joy for the moment she just shared with Drake, as briefed as it was. Tears of regret for leaving him despite all the possibilities that he held.

“Yes …it was the last time”

[suckitsurveys]

Ready to answer 151 Questions? No.

1. When was the last time you swam in a pool? Last week. I am extremely grateful to have access to a pool this summer. It’s at my sister’s mother in law’s. She lets my sister and her daughters use it while she’s at work and I tag along too.  2. Do you like to party? I love throwing parties. Not like, huge drunk ragers, but bday parties are my specialty.  3. If your ex suddenly kissed you right now, what would you do? I’ve been social distancing myself from them for almost 10 years, so. 4. Are you a virgin? Nope. 5. What are your parents views on your relationships? My dad likes Mark.

6. If you ran into your current boyfriend/crush in 10 years, would you marry them? I am married to my crush.  7. Is your best friend dating anyone? One is. 8. Describe the shirt you’re wearing? It’s an olive green shirt with the Route 66 logo on it. 9. Do people who wear Hollister and Abrerbrombie every day bother you? I really don’t care. 10. Could you go out in public without wearing make-up? I do that 99.99% of the time. 11. What is one feature that you don’t like? On myself? My stomach. 12. Would people describe you as happy? Not currently.  13. Are you single? Nope. 14. Does it bother you that pretty much every survey you take asks if you’re single? Nah. 15. Do you have Tumblr? I really only use it for this, which I also haven’t done in a while either.

16. What about Xanga? Aww, RIP Xanga. 17. Have you ever babysat before? Yes. 18. Is there a teacher who you absolutely hate? Most of my college professors.  19. Ever shopped at Sephora? I think I’ve been in one before? 20. If your current boyfriend/crush suddenly moved away, what would you do? I mean, I’d be pretty shocked and hurt. 21. Do you have any university plans? Lol. 22. If your best friend revealed she was a homosexual, what would you do? Support her?  23. What are your views on sex? Be safe! Always get consent! 24. Do sexual questions bother you? No. 25. Would you rather have sex with your boyfriend or break up? Uh, what? 26. Have you ever dreamed about your wedding? Yeah. 27. Does it bother you when people TYpe 1yk dis’? Yeah, I don’t see too much of it anymore. 28. Do you delete pictures of you and your exes off of Facebook? Yes. 29. Would you ever date a friends Ex? I did that once oops. 30. What’s the last book you read? I’m still working on a couple. 31. Ready for 10 simple questions? Sure. 32. What is your last name? No. 33. What grade are you in? No. 34. What school do you go to? No. 35. Summer, Fall, Winter or Spring? Summer and early fall.  36. Favorite Color? Purples and blues. 37. Are your parents together? My father is widowed.  38. Any siblings? I have an older sister. 39. Favorite subject? Eh.

40. Least favorite subject? Eh. 41. Favorite song? I could never just choose one. 42. Okay. Simple questions are over. Happy? I don’t care. 43. How many friends do you have on Facebook? 200 something. 44. Ever been requested by some old guy from another country? Probably. 45. Have you ever googled yourself? Yeah. 46. Have a Formspring? No. 47. You’re offered free tickets to a Justin Bieber concert. What do you do? Take them and sell them :P 48. Would you rather spend the day at an amusement park or a water park? Waterpark. Ughhhhhhhhh I miss waterparks so much. It’s so weird to not be going this summer. 49. Been to Disney world? Nope. 50. If someone posts their status “9 Inches :(” do you know what they mean? Sounds like one of those things where people post a random status from a list of things that will likely get people’s attention and whoever comments on it is privately sent said list of thing and they then choose something to post as their status and so on. That was a popular game thing on Facebook years ago. <---Yeah, that. 51. Ever had a boyfriend? Yes.

52. Ever had a huge crush on someone who still doesn’t know? I doubt Will Arnett knows I’m in love with him. 53. Have you done something in the last week that you regret? No. 54. Ever drank alcohol? Yes. 55. Know anyone who’s currently doing drugs? Yeah. 56. Ever watched The Hills? No. 57. What about Jersey Shore? Yes. 58. Ever called someone a slut? I’ve said that jokingly to friends. 59. What do you think of short shorts? You do you. 60. Does it bother you if people swear around you? Nope. 61. Have you ever gotten an A in a subject? Yes. 62. What about a B? Yes. 63. And a C? Yes. 64. How about a D? Yeah. 65. Ever skived? What’s that? 66. Would you consider yourself popular and outcast or somewhere in the middle? I’d say somewhere in the middle. I had friends, but I wasn’t “popular” by any means. 67. Are most of your friends older or younger than you? Most are older.  68. Ever been stabbed in the back by a close friend? Yes. 69. Do you think it’s immature when people laugh at the number 69? Oops. 70. Ever watched porn? Yes. 71. How many laws do you think you’ve broken in the past month? I drove with out a seat belt (for a few blocks) and jay walked oops.  72. Do you wake up with an alarm clock? On work days, yes. 73. Do you prefer Wednesdays or Thursdays? Wednesdays.  74. If your school had a Glee Club would you join? No. 75. Ever performed in a talent show? No. 76. Have you ever cried in public? Yeah. 77. Do you have a favorite between your Mom and your Dad? I’ve always had a special bond with my dad. I love my mom, but we butt heads a lot when I was a teenager. I feel like our bond was getting stronger just before she died and I’m really sad we don’t get to know each other as we got older.  78. Would you audition for a reality talent competition? Nooo. I have zero talent. 79. How many celebrity crushes have you had? A lot. 80. How many non-celebrity crushes have you had? A lot. 81. Name 5 male celebrities who you think are attractive. Will Arnett, Paul Rudd, John Mulaney, Andy Samberg, Ezra Koenig 82. Name 5 female celebrities who you think are attractive. Aubrey Plaza, Alison Brie, Lana Del Rey, Alia Shawkat, Kat Dennings 83. Ever been compared to a celebrity? Ha, no. 84. Have any embarrassing pictures on Facebook? No. 85. Do you think spending £20 on Lip Gloss is a waste of money? Idk what that is in US dollars but I don’t usually buy lip gloss, so. 86. Are you opinionated? I can be. 87. Do you have a favorite store? Sure. 88. Would you ever wear Flare Jeans? I used to in grade school. 89. Do you own jeans that aren’t skinny? I have one pair of “boyfriend” jeans that I don’t really like.  90. Have you ever worn the same outfit twice in one week? Hello, pandemic? 91. What’s the longest period of time you’ve been away from school? I don’t know. 92. Do you google abbreviations you don’t understand? Yeah. 93. Does it bother you when people have cats as their profile picture? I don’t care? 94. Own a pair of converse? Yes. 95. Is there a teacher at your school who has obvious favorites? There was. 96. If yes, are you one of them? Never. 97. Do you text in class? I have. 98. What brand of jeans do you wear the most? Target. 99. At what point do you think sizes are “Plus Sized?” Fuck that shit. “Plus” implies that there is a standard size. 100. Do you want to lose weight? I’d like to be healthier.  101. Ever seen a therapist? No, but I should. 102. Ever watched porn? You asked me this.  103. Ever purposely ignored a text? Yes. 104. A facebook message? Yes. 105. A poke? I always ignored those. That was a dumb feature Facebook had. 106. A friend request? Yeah. I don’t accept a request from anyone I don’t know, but I have it set up where you can’t add me unless you are friends with someone I am friends with.  107. Would you say you read into things too much? Yepppp. 108. Is your best friend more likely to be the one suggesting something stupid or refusing to do something stupid? I don’t know. 109. Do you have a “fun friend?” (A friend who you have tons of fun with but you never really have deep conversations?) Eh. 110. Ever been called a bully? No. 111. Ever purposely hurt yourself? Yes. 112. Ever gone to church? I went to a Lutheran high school and we used to have “chapel” every first full school day of the week (usually mondays). That was kind of a church service. And one time I spent the night at a friends house on a Saturday and was blindsided the next morning when her parents were like “okay time for church!” 113. Would you call either of your parents screw ups? Absolutely not! 114. If you turned out exactly like your mom would you be pleased? Yes and no. 115. What do you want to do with your life? Lol.

116. Let me guess… You have brown hair? My roots right now are basically a really dirty blonde. And my tips were black but they are pretty brown right now. And hair inbetween is mint green lol. Pandemic hair ftw. 117. Already know what you’re being for Halloween? I’ll probably be Princess Carolyn again. Or just a bat, since I have both of those costumes.  118. Do you still go Trick or Treating? With my nieces, but we probably won’t be able to go this year :(  119. Ever liked someone WAY older than you? Celebrities. 120. Does it bother you when people have really loud conversations on the bus? Yes. 121. When you have sunglasses on, do you stare at people? I have. 122. Ever had a credit card denied? Yeah. 123. What’s the last movie you watched? Oh god, it’s been a while. I Love You Man, I think? 124. Last TV Show? Property Brothers, lol.  125. You see your Ex making out with one of your friends. What do you do? They wouldn’t.  126. Ever been called a whore? Jokingly. 127. Are you american? Yes. 128. Ever made yourself throw up? Yeah. 129. Have you ever kissed someone who wasn’t your boyfriend? Uh huh. 130. Are you Cute or Gross? Yes. 131. Does it bother you when people say “LOOK HOW MUCH YOU’VE GROWN!”? No one has said that to me in a very long time. I don’t recall being bothered by it, though. 132. Can you say intelligent things around the guy you like? Um, yes? Why couldn’t I? 133. Ever had the lead in a play? Not the lead, no. 134. What about a solo in a concert? Nope. 135. What kind of a student are you? I did okay in grade and high school. 136. Worst subject? All of college. 137. Best subject? Not college. 138. Ever had a crush on a teacher? Yeah. 139. Would it bother you if you found out that your mother was pregnant? Seeing as she’s dead, yeah, a little. 140. How late do you sleep in? On work days I sleep until the absolutely last minute, right before we are supposed to check in for a daily meeting at 7:10am, lol. And on weekends or days off I normally don’t sleep past 10.   141. Do you edit your profile pictures before posting them? A little. I brighten up my face and smooth it out. Sue me.  142. Be 100% honest. Do you have any friends who are uglier than you? All my friends are beautiful in their own ways.  143. Do you believe in love? Yes.  144. Would you consider yourself a good student? Didn’t you ask this? 145. Does it bother you when Surveys ask “Did you like this survey?” It just seems kinda pointless cause they likely won’t see it. 146. Salty, Sweet, Sour or Spicy? Yes.  147. Are you going into High School this year? Nooooo. Thank goodness. I did my time and graduated over 10 years ago. 148. What about Junior High? Omg, no. I’m old. 149. What is one thing someone could say to you right now that would make you cry? Ugh, anything.  150. Where did you find this note? @lovemesomesurveys 151. Last question. How many unread messages are in your phone? None. 

[toomanysurveys9]

Ready to answer 151 Questions? 1. When was the last time you swam in a pool? January 2020. 2. Do you like to party? I really enjoy it a lot less than I used to. I would rather be at home with my babies. 3. If your ex suddenly kissed you right now, what would you do? He’s in prison and I’m married and uninterested... SOOOO I would probably slap him. 4. Are you a virgin? I have two kids. So obviously not.

5. What are your parents views on your relationships? I don’t really know what my dad thinks. My mom goes back and forth. She loves Jacob and knows I love him, but hates the way he treats me a majority of the time.

6. If you ran into your current boyfriend/crush in 10 years, would you marry them? I’m married. So... there’s that. 7. Is your best friend dating anyone? My mom is married to my dad. Jacob is married to me. And Kayla is back with her youngest’s dad, which is cool. 8. Describe the shirt you’re wearing? Big and dark gray. 9. Do people who wear Hollister and Abrerbrombie every day bother you? I don’t care what other people wear. 10. Could you go out in public without wearing make-up? I do that every single day. It’s very rare for me to wear makeup. 11. What is one feature that you don’t like? On myself... I hate my teeth and gums. 12. Would people describe you as happy? They might. 13. Are you single? I’m very not single. 14. Does it bother you that pretty much every survey you take asks if you’re single? Not really. I mean. It gets a bit annoying because it’s a boring question but it’s also whatever. 15. Do you have Tumblr? Obviously.

16. What about Xanga? Nope. 17. Have you ever babysat before? Many, many times. 18. Is there a teacher who you absolutely hate? There were some teachers I haven’t enjoyed having in the past.  19. Ever shopped at Sephora? I bought a gift card for Kay once. 20. If your current boyfriend/crush suddenly moved away, what would you do? I’m assuming I’d move with him since we’re married..

21. Do you have any university plans?

I am currently getting my master’s degree in marriage and family therapy. Have no plans to go beyond that.

22. If your best friend revealed she was a homosexual, what would you do?

It would completely shock me if my mom did, although our relationship wouldn’t change. If Jacob did, I would probably be devastated since we’ve been together so long and have two kids... I wouldn’t care much if Kay did.

23. What are your views on sex?

It’s fine if you’re both of age and it’s consensual. I don’t have much of a sex drive these days, which upsets Jacob sometimes. But I’m just so tired. All the time.

24. Do sexual questions bother you?

Nope.

25. Would you rather have sex with your boyfriend or break up?

He’s my husband, and I don’t want a divorce.

26. Have you ever dreamed about your wedding?

I did when I was younger and again when we got engaged.

27. Does it bother you when people TYpe 1yk dis’?

I don’t enjoy it, but you can do what you want, as long as you’re not hurting other people.

28. Do you delete pictures of you and your exes off of Facebook?

I have never had to deal with that, so I’m not sure what I would do.

29. Would you ever date a friends Ex?

I feel like there would be a lot of things that would factor into that decision, but currently, nope.

30. What’s the last book you read?

I don’t remember. It was a children’s book at work.

31. Ready for 10 simple questions?

Sure thing.

32. What is your last name?

Shh.

33. What grade are you in?

I just started my first year of graduate school about 3 weeks ago.

34. What school do you go to?

Northcentral University.

35. Summer, Fall, Winter or Spring?

Spring and Fall are my favorites.

36. Favorite Color?

Black and blue.

37. Are your parents together?

They are.

38. Any siblings?

Four sisters and one brother. All younger.

39. Favorite subject? 

I’ve always loved all things psychology related, except research methods, and english.

40. Least favorite subject? All things math. 41. Favorite song? Slow Down by Nichole. 42. Okay. Simple questions are over. Happy? I don’t care. 43. How many friends do you have on Facebook? No clue. 44. Ever been requested by some old guy from another country? Yeah. 45. Have you ever googled yourself? Yup. 46. Have a Formspring? Nope. 47. You’re offered free tickets to a Justin Bieber concert. What do you do? Sell them if they don’t want to. 48. Would you rather spend the day at an amusement park or a water park? Either!!! 49. Been to Disney world? No but I will someday! 50. If someone posts their status “9 Inches :(” do you know what they mean? Nope. 51. Ever had a boyfriend? Yes.

52. Ever had a huge crush on someone who still doesn’t know? Yeah. 53. Have you done something in the last week that you regret? Yeah. Yelled at my kids... 54. Ever drank alcohol? Yup. 55. Know anyone who’s currently doing drugs? Weed at least. 56. Ever watched The Hills? Nope. 57. What about Jersey Shore? Nope. 58. Ever called someone a slut? Not seriously that I recall. 59. What do you think of short shorts? Not for me.  60. Does it bother you if people swear around you? Nope. 61. Have you ever gotten an A in a subject? Many times. 62. What about a B? ^^^ 63. And a C? A few. 64. How about a D? No. 65. Ever skived? Huh? 66. Would you consider yourself popular and outcast or somewhere in the middle? Outcast for sure. 67. Are most of your friends older or younger than you? My age. Or older. 68. Ever been stabbed in the back by a close friend? Yup. 69. Do you think it’s immature when people laugh at the number 69? Kind of.  70. Ever watched porn? Yeah. Wasn’t into it. 71. How many laws do you think you’ve broken in the past month? Speeding. 72. Do you wake up with an alarm clock? Yup. 73. Do you prefer Wednesdays or Thursdays? Wednesdays. Jacob has them off from Papa John’s. 74. If your school had a Glee Club would you join? Not likely. 75. Ever performed in a talent show? No. 76. Have you ever cried in public? Yeah. I hate it too. 77. Do you have a favorite between your Mom and your Dad? No, although I’m closer to my mom. 78. Would you audition for a reality talent competition? I did and didn’t get past the producers. 79. How many celebrity crushes have you had? A lot. 80. How many non-celebrity crushes have you had? A lot. 81. Name 5 male celebrities who you think are attractive. Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins, Chris Pratt, and Johnny Depp. 82. Name 5 female celebrities who you think are attractive. Kirsten Vangsness, Monica Raymund, Hilary Duff, I can’t think of more. 83. Ever been compared to a celebrity? Nooo. 84. Have any embarrassing pictures on Facebook? I don’t think so. 85. Do you think spending £20 on Lip Gloss is a waste of money? I wouldn’t do it. 86. Are you opinionated? On some things. 87. Do you have a favorite store? Children clothing stores, like Carter’s or the Children’s Place. Barnes and Noble. 88. Would you ever wear Flare Jeans? Not likely. 89. Do you own jeans that aren’t skinny? I have a couple boot cut pairs. 90. Have you ever worn the same outfit twice in one week? I pretty much wear the same few outfits all week. I only have so many work appropriate shirts. 91. What’s the longest period of time you’ve been away from school? I graduated college in 2016 and just went back to get my master’s about three weeks ago. 92. Do you google abbreviations you don’t understand? Yeah. 93. Does it bother you when people have cats as their profile picture? Nope. Why would it? 94. Own a pair of converse? I do. They’re my favorite. 95. Is there a teacher at your school who has obvious favorites? What I am doing now is online and not like a typically school.

96. If yes, are you one of them? ^^^

97. Do you text in class? I did. And I do text while doing school stuff now, although not often. 98. What brand of jeans do you wear the most? I don’t know. I don’t pay attention to brands. 99. At what point do you think sizes are “Plus Sized?” I don’t know. 100. Do you want to lose weight? Yeah, I do. A lot of it. Like. 100 pounds. Ha. 101. Ever seen a therapist? I have. 102. Ever watched porn? I have, but not really for myself. I didn’t really enjoy it. 103. Ever purposely ignored a text? I have. 104. A facebook message? I have. 105. A poke? Yup. 106. A friend request? Many times. 107. Would you say you read into things too much? Oh, I’m sure. 108. Is your best friend more likely to be the one suggesting something stupid or refusing to do something stupid? Suggesting. 109. Do you have a “fun friend?” (A friend who you have tons of fun with but you never really have deep conversations?) I don’t think so. 110. Ever been called a bully? Not that I can recall. Because I never bullied people. 111. Ever purposely hurt yourself? Many times. 112. Ever gone to church? I used to. Years ago. 113. Would you call either of your parents screw ups? NO. 114. If you turned out exactly like your mom would you be pleased? I would not want to be exactly like her. But there are a lot of good things I would be happy to inherit.  115. What do you want to do with your life? I’m going to become a marriage and family therapist.

116. Let me guess… You have brown hair? I do. 117. Already know what you’re being for Halloween? I don’t dress up. My kids do though. I don’t know what they’re going to be. Wyatt might be spiderman again. 118. Do you still go Trick or Treating? I take my babies. 119. Ever liked someone WAY older than you? Celebrities. 120. Does it bother you when people have really loud conversations on the bus? I don’t really care. 121. When you have sunglasses on, do you stare at people? I do not. 122. Ever had a credit card denied? Probably. 123. What’s the last movie you watched? I don’t remember. 124. Last TV Show? Uhhh. Maybe Criminal Minds? 125. You see your Ex making out with one of your friends. What do you do? I wouldn’t likely care. 126. Ever been called a whore? I don’t think so. But it’s possible. 127. Are you american? I am. 128. Ever made yourself throw up? Yeah.  129. Have you ever kissed someone who wasn’t your boyfriend? On a dare - Kayla and/or Brittany. 130. Are you Cute or Gross? Gross. 131. Does it bother you when people say “LOOK HOW MUCH YOU’VE GROWN!”? It’s been years since anyone said that, but no, it didn’t bother me. 132. Can you say intelligent things around the guy you like? We’re married and have been together many years. I would hope I could have intelligent conversations with him at this point. 133. Ever had the lead in a play? No. 134. What about a solo in a concert? I did once in high school. 135. What kind of a student are you? I’m a good student. I’ve always done very well. 136. Worst subject? I have always hated math. 137. Best subject? English or history. 138. Ever had a crush on a teacher? No. 139. Would it bother you if you found out that your mother was pregnant? It’s super impossible so I would be pretty confused. 140. How late do you sleep in? I have to be up by 7:20ish. 141. Do you edit your profile pictures before posting them? Sometimes I use filters. 142. Be 100% honest. Do you have any friends who are uglier than you? I am the ugly friend, 100%. 143. Do you believe in love? Obviously. 144. Would you consider yourself a good student? Yeah.. 145. Does it bother you when Surveys ask “Did you like this survey?” I don’t care. 146. Salty, Sweet, Sour or Spicy? Depends on my mood but usually salty or sweet. 147. Are you going into High School this year? Nope. Graduated 2012. 148. What about Junior High? Heck no. Ha. 149. What is one thing someone could say to you right now that would make you cry? That someone I love was seriously hurt or died. 150. Where did you find this note? @lovemesomesurveys :) 151. Last question. How many unread messages are in your phone? I have no idea since Wyatt is using it.

[painted-cherries]

lingering

pairing: mark tuan x reader

warnings: mention of a gun and drugs, but no use and no death or shooting.

genre: fluff, slight angst but purely for the sake of plot I swear

words: 2.4k +

request: “ Can I have mark tuan soulmate au where he's a workaholic cop,and doesn't believe in soulmates, but then falls for her when he sees her? Please and thank you. Hope this makes sense :) “

a/n: yes! I am a fool for a good soulmate prompt, especially with Mark, he has the perfect image for this. I may or may not have projected my love for B99 in this fic as well... I am still accepting requests! You can drop one in my inbox if you click here.

March had passed, spitting out the few last cold fronts and mini snowfalls it could before April would take its place. Spring was on the verge of spilling to full bloom; what better time to find your soulmate than when the earth is renewing herself with luscious evergreen and flowers? The search for one;s soulmate is always random, but typically when someone would least expect it. There had been stories of people finding their respective partner in little moments like needing to borrow change in line at the cafe, or even sharing a seat on the bus. Every situation was very unique to each couple, and it was hard to anticipate when or where they’ll meet- sometimes in not very graceful situations. Spring time meant that there would be a plethora of new soulmates discovering each other; spring was a popular season, as well as that small period of time where fall slowly freezes into the coming winter. Many of these couples could be found around every corner and on every curb, hand-in-hand grateful to finally find comfort in someone’s arms. The soulmate system is a work of wonders for everyone right?

In the spring, Mark could be found working overtime at the station, catching up on potential hours he missed in the winter, when he had left to visit family for the holidays. He dreaded those visits, despite being able to see his family, the extended was always hounding him about not seeking out his soulmate more actively, He was well into his mid-twenties now, and was still without a girlfriend, let alone a wife. The truth was, Mark was already committed. He worked every day at the station, and not unwillingly. He practically begged other for the shifts that they didn’t want, and the chief himself had to limit him in his overtime that he worked so often. Mark Tuan was married to his job, and that’s how he preferred to live his life. His job gave him a type of natural high. Car chases, and drug busts exhilarated him. to no end. He was constantly working new cases and excelled so high that other detectives were practically begging him to assist them on their cases. 

He would go on and on for hours about a new murder or robbery that was filed to anyone who would listen- if he even had time in the first place- but love was not up for discussion. He had never trusted the link between soulmates- he thought it was madness that two people could be destined to be together for the rest of their lives without knowing or choosing to be with said person from the get go. He didn’t believe in predetermined destinies; he had grown up on his own accord with the ideology that we create our own fates, that we choose what we do and who we love- if we want to love at all.

The controversial animosity he felt for the soulmate idea was something he would never express to anyone- not his parents-who were happily put together by through their souls- or especially his friends, whom most of them had already fallen victim to the link. He had witnessed it everywhere and anywhere, yet he still refused to believe that there was another person out there who was destined to be his forever, before they were even old enough to know what love was. 

The day was young, and on this fine Monday, Mark Tuan was unsurprisingly working yet another shift at the Los Angeles Police Department. He walked with a spring in his step and clocked in. Mark’s daily routine never changed. Sometimes his hours shifted, but that was the most change he had seen since he became so invested in his work. Every day he would wake up and take a shower to wake himself up since he wasn’t naturally very upbeat in the morning. After that, he would eat exactly one bagel with as much cream cheese as he desired, and a banana as he walked out the door on his way to work. That was how he lived; he ate the same thing, combed his hair the same way, and worked the same shifts. It was monotonous, but Mark wouldn’t prefer it any other way. He didn’t need anything different because he obtained his thrill in car chases and drug busts, making arrests and receiving praise for his work.  

Today he was going to follow up on a lead that he had found the day before. Recently the department had finally discovered some lower level criminals that could bring them right to the door of their most wanted: a man who ran all of the drug deals throughout LA, a man that only referred to himself as The King... Not humble or subtle. His real name was Jackson Wang, and he wasn’t even on the down low. This man flaunted his success, but his ability to slip away from the LAPD is what kept him out of a cell to this day.

Mark sat at his desk skimming through files and prepping for the endeavor; he and his partner, Jinyoung, were planning to have an undercover meeting with one of The King’s best dealers, hoping that his arrest could help them locate where every single one of Wang’s hide outs were so that he could no longer slip through the department’s fingers, or more specifically Mark’s. He had been working the case tirelessly for the past three months, and he was tired of letting him get the best of him. Today was going to be a big day, he could feel it in his bones.

He was deep into the case file when Jinyoung walked up, and sat a chocolate muffin on his desk next the open manila folder. 

“Okay what time did you want to head out for the rendezvous spot?” 

Mark looked up from the paperwork and tore a piece of the muffin top off and popped it into his mouth.

“Well I was thinking,” he said with a mouth full of muffin. “that maybe we should go early and scout potential spots that he could escape in case he knows it’s a set up.”

“Okay, okay. Do you want me to see if Officer Kim and his partner could provide some back up?”

Mark rolled his eyes. “No ask Sarge if he’ll cover us. Those two aren’t bad cops but this bust could really lead to a big break in our careers.”

Jinyoung let out a sigh of relief and nodded his head in agreement. Yugyeom and Bam, as he liked to be called, always managed to get on Jinyoung’s nerves. They excelled at policing minor things like busting large college parties at night shift, or giving tickets to people who jay walk downtown. This was a large scale deal that Mark didn’t have time to play around with, and Sargent Lim Jaebum would be great for the job. He was refined, and took things seriously. He helped the captain keep things in order but was still a great friend to get a drink with. He was able to appropriately set a boundry between the workplace and friendship, and Mark knew that he was reliable no matter what the circumstances.

“Okay Tuan, you ready to head out?” Jinyoung called out. 

“Let’s go make an arrest fellas,” Mark replied as he excitedly stood from his chair, and walked out the door with his gun and badge in hand. 

The ride there consisted of a comfortable silence, and JB followed the two in his own car. After scouting for spots that the other two could maintain in case of a chase, Jinyoung dropped Mark off a block from the empty, blocked off parking garage that they were using as a meeting point, and drove off to remain inconspicuous. 

Mark took out his phone and started so scroll through meaningless social media so that he could remain undercover. He was always very hyper aware of his surroundings, as a detective should be. He thought about how warm the air was, just now realizing that the weather was finally changing. He thought about how it was practically yesterday when the weather would barely go above 50 degrees, and it hit him how quickly life was moving by. It literally hit him. Mark had the air knocked out of him when he felt himself collide with another person that was walking in the opposite direction. He landed hard on his back, and the person that caused it came tumbling down with him. 

“Oh shit I am so so sorry,” the person said in a hurry. He opened his eyes to see a young woman being to scramble off of him, and stand. She offered a hand to him, and the moment he took it, he felt a warm sensation spread throughout the cavity of his chest. He could barely get a good look at her before he realized that he was minutes from being late to meeting Wang’s dealer, and took off, muttering a ‘thanks’ under his breath. The girl stood there stunned, shocked by the sudden pull towards the strange man, and confused that he hadn’t stopped to acknowledge the obvious link between them. She wasn’t sure of the reason he ran off so quickly, but she decided that if that was her soulmate then she needed to know who he was, and proceeded to follow him.

Mark couldn’t stop seeing the small glimpses of her face after he ran off. He couldn’t stop thinking about the warmth that has taken over his better judgement, even as he comes face to face with what could be his big break in busting this underground drug ring. His mind was so preoccupied that he couldn’t help but flinch when the dealer slammed the grams of coke on the table between them. 

“Three grams of coke like discussed. Now where’s my payment, pretty boy?” the man spat at Mark.

“I-I have it right here just a moment,” and he pretended to fumble for his wallet. On cue he counted 5 seconds from when the man asked for money, and pulled out his PD badge exclaiming “LA PD”, just as Jinyoung busted into the building as they planned.

“Oh shit,” the guy grunted to himself, and not wanting to take an inventory loss, he grabbed the goods and started to run out what had appeared to be a blocked off exit, but opened for the man with ease.

“Jinyoung! Let JB know they’re taking the southwest exit now!” Mark said as he sprinted after the man. 

This dealer had obviously been trained to avoid being caught at all costs; he was using every resource available to keep Mark four steps behind him at all times. He dumped over crates, threw things carelessly behind him, and ran up the stairs from the lower levels nearly three steps at a time. Now more than ever, Mark cursed his short legs. Once the two reached ground level, the man narrowly slipped past Jinyoung after attempting to knock him to the ground. Mark ran past his partner and was so hyper focused on the perp in front of him, he didn’t notice the woman who was approaching him, oblivious to the chase happening before her. For the second time that day, Mark Tuan landed flat on the ground alongside a mystery woman with an unforgettable gaze.

Mark blinked and could hear the sarge yell from a distance, “LET’S GO TUAN, PICK IT UP.”

He began to recollect himself from the ground, this time he was up on his feet  before the girl in front of him. He offered his hand to her like she did the time before, almost like fate was trying to rewrite their meeting herself. The woman took his hand, and stood before him, brushing her disheveled hair from her face. This time around, Mark got a proper look at her face. He felt his pulse nearly pop from his veins, and his heart fell to his feet and remained there on the sidewalk, stunned. He knew in that moment that this was it, he was becoming what he would categorize as a victim to the soulmate link. But in this moment it didn’t feel like he was a victim. He felt light. There was sunshine pouring from his soul, shinning bright from the hollow behind his eyes and his rough touch on her small hand was weightless. 

‘Who are you?” was all he could ask.

She felt his aura engulf her. This time he lingered long enough for her to notice his more than handsome features. His jawline was strong, tense because she knew this wasn’t an experience he had ever anticipated, especially at this timing. His features were solid and defined, almost as if he had been a model in a past life. But that didn’t matter because he was meant to be hers in this lifetime, until the sun’s light burnt out and the tides stopped crashing for the moon. She placed a hand on his face and grazed it softly, dragging her thumb over his lip ever so slightly. The silence was broken when JB’s voice claiming that he and Jinyoung had caught the dealer, rang out loud over the earpiece he wore for undercover operations such as this one.

“My name is Mark. Ask for me at the LA PD,” he said to her quickly before taking off to help his friends with the arrest. 

As Mark ran, he couldn’t help but think about the woman now clearly identified as his soulmate. He was no longer worried about the countless days he would endure working to bring himself a peace of mind that he couldn’t obtain alone. He thought about the radiance in her eyes, and how even standing together made him feel something whole rather than apart and scattered. He felt her touch linger on his lip and cheek. He continued to feel her ghost touch as he handcuffed the man, and even after arriving back at the station, floating around on a high that wasn’t from booking a criminal for once. He no longer felt it lingering after he saw her waiting at the front door of the department, and walked straight up to her, pressing their lips together then and there before she could even utter a ‘hello’ to him. He pulled back and looked at her with a smile that he had never produced before.

“I’m y/n,” she said with a grin.

Mark no longer felt like a man with a blind fate, but a man who had a new blind faith in a love he didn’t know he was waiting for.

[thedeaditeslayer]

Chin Up: Q & A with Bruce Campbell.

Here’s a short interview with Bruce Campbell on different parts of his career such as Evil Dead 2, Burn Notice, and Homicide: Life on the Street.

Do I even need to explain who Bruce Campbell is? Bruce Campbell is the Michigan native who everyone my age grew up watching in movies the likes of the Evil Dead trilogy (“Evil Dead," “Evil Dead II" and “Army of Darkness") and so many other amazing cult films such as “Moontrap," “Mindwarp" and “Maniac Cop." He would also pop up for small roles in big-budget movies now and then as when he was killed in the opening minutes of “Congo" or under heavy makeup in “Escape From L.A." Campbell's biggest mainstream impact is in the USA network series “Burn Notice" as the always awesome Sam Axe. Short version: You have seen Bruce in things — even if you didn't notice him at the time, you saw him. Now you can see him in person when he visits Wisconsin's Pabst Theatre on Sept 28 for a screening of “Evil Dead II." I was honored to sit down and chat with the man about the Evil Dead franchise, his creative work with television and his filming the movie “Mindwarp" in Eagle River, Wisconsin.

Why do you think 'Evil Dead II' is many people's favorite film of the Evil Dead franchise?

We had enough money and the first 'Evil Dead' we didn't have any money; we had a lot of control but we didn't have any money. 'Evil Dead II' we had more money and more experience and enough control ... and with 'Army of Darkness' things just sort of got out of control. Too much money, over budget and the studio stepped in and screwed with it ... so 'Evil Dead II' was pure but we were trying new stuff. We didn't want to do dark or melodramatic horror and we sort of got into 'splatstick.'

You have done a bit of everything, you have done drama, comedy, horror and of course hit it big with 'Burn Notice,' plus the highly thought of series 'Homicide: Life on the Street' and even John Carpenter movies. Where does 'Evil Dead II' fall in your career for you?

'Evil Dead II' is a lot more personal as it's me and two partners: Sam Raimi and Rob Tapert. We grew up together and we made the first 'Evil Dead' together. The Evil Dead movies all have their own category in my life. I just snuck back and took a peek at the original cabin site not long ago and that was pretty fascinating. It's 40 years this year ... everyone thinks Evil Dead is either 1982 or 1983 ... that's all bullshit, that is when it came out — overseas in 1982 and domestically in 1983 but we shot the thing in '79. That's all that matters to me, that is when we were there slugging it out. It's 40 years this year. When you go back to that site now it's a little bit like a Vietnam battle scene. There are now mature trees growing up in where the main room of the cabin was. It's all very decomposed and lushly overgrown. Going back is kind of bizarre like a sci-fi movie.

What kind of people attend these screenings? People like me who saw 'Evil Dead II' when it was first released or newer fans?

'Evil Dead II' is old enough now — it was filmed in 1986, that is 32 years ago — that there are people in the audience who are 32 now! Some are the next generation. Some people are seeing it out of curiosity because they are told it was a wacky movie.

Do you have more people that know you from 'Burn Notice' or from 'Evil Dead'?

'Burn Notice' was funny, they didn't know me until I did 'Burn Notice' and they were like 'Oh, I didn't know that old guy did those weird movies years ago.' So I got sort of retro-discovered through 'Burn Notice.' People find you how they find you. 'Burn Notice' was a very accessible show and it was very popular. It's fun to do a show that's popular because I have done a lot of cult stuff but that usually operates in the shadows. 'Burn Notice' was, in its heyday, the number one show on cable.

How is something like 'Homicide: Life on the Street' different from something like 'Burn Notice' or 'Escape From L.A.'?

Everything is different. Every set is different. Every objective is different. Every workload is different. You have a different format when you are doing movies. So with Homicide it was that Tom Fontana who ran that, he called me up and said, 'Do you have any stories you want to do?' Normally you would have a script available to read and I said, 'What are you talking about?' He asked, 'Is there anything you would be interested in?' So I thought about it and this was right about the time of the O.J. Simpson trial so we talked about people that got off and people that didn't get off ... What you could do with a cop in that situation. He thought about it and said, 'Okay, we will do a two-parter.' Just like that, it was one of the weirdest television experiences I have ever had because creatively I was part of it. Most shows you play the part, you say the words and in this case, it was great how they handled it. We had the director of 'Romeo Is Bleeding' [Peter Medak]. These are like famous European indie film directors. It was a weird cool experience. Do you watch the movie with the audience at these screenings?

I can click my fingers and point to the audience at these things and I know when the audience will react. I know the movie too well. I will go and have dinner and come back. I will end up watching a third of it from the wings, though. It's always fun to see who has seen it before and how many times they have seen it, who has never seen it, what their expectations are seeing a movie from the '80s, which now is old. Seeing it in the theater is always going to be a plus. I come out before the movie and set the scene, give them a little James Lipton intro of what they are about to witness. Then they see it and then I come out and do an extended Q and A.

I love theaters like the Pabst; what is there not to love? Places like that will always get me back because they are just great theaters. I have no problem playing Wisconsin; they are our frozen brothers. Our idiot frozen brothers. We are frozen brothers of the Midwest. I mean isn't the Upper Peninsula really just Wisconsin, I mean geographically? Eagle River, Wisconsin is where I met my darling wife who I am married to to this day on 'Mindwarp.'

An Evening with Bruce Campbell and the screening of Evil Dead II is on Saturday, September 28 at 7:30 p.m. at The Pabst Theater in Milwaukee.

Tickets are $35. VIP packages are available at $75 and include an autographed copy of “Hail to the Chin: Further Confessions of a B Movie Actor" as well as a post-show photo opportunity with Bruce Campbell. More info at pabsttheater.org.

[bakudekuficlibrary]

BakuDeku: No Quirks AU Part IV

Click here for Part I, Part II, and Part III!

3 Series. 56 Works.

The Dragon Mark by multi_bnha ( M | 2,737+ | 2/? )

“Momma?” “Yes dear?” Inko asked. “Why do I have this mark?” Confused, Inko looked at her son. What is this little boy talking about? She checked all over his body and didn’t see any kind of mark on him. “What mark are you talking about sweetie? I don’t see anything on you.” “This one right here,” he says while lightly tracing above his elbow. Looking over his body again, she didn’t see anything different on him. “Are you sure there’s a mark on you Izuku?” Inko questioned one more time. “Yes momma, don’t you believe me?” Izuku said as tears started to form around his eyes. ‘Oh no, I didn’t mean to make him upset,’ Inko thought to herself. Pulling him in a hug she said,"Of course I believe you, don’t ever think that.” Sniffling he looked up at her, “Then how come you can’t see it? Is something wrong with me?” Feeling more guilty over what she said before she tried to reassure him that he’s normal and nothing seems to be wrong with him, even if she can’t visibly see it. As she’s comforting him, his tears slowly started to fall, but he made no sound and stayed in his mother’s embrace until he fell asleep.

you said you'd keep me honest (but i won't call you on it) by arifail ( T | 10,738 | 1/1 )

Deku wasn't Katsuki's problem so there really wasn't any good reason for him to be standing outside the nerd's door, hollering loud enough to wake the dead.

Or for Deku to be opening the door looking like the dead Katsuki had woken up.

Bakugou & His Plus One by wishingcomet ( T | 1,802+ | 1/? )

"So how did you guys get together?" "Spite." "Kacchan! That's not true!" Izuku sputters out. "What the hell do you mean, 'not true'? That's literally what happened!" Bakugou scowls at him. "No... It's not like that... Hmm, yeah ok." Izuku shrugs helplessly and nods in agreement, "It was spite."

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After a couple of busy months, the Bakusquad decide to meet up again. Kirishima and Mina are about to have their wedding soon, and Bakugou hasn't filled out the wedding RSVP. The rest of the Bakusquad have already assumed that he doesn't have a plus one (which is correct), but Bakugou disputes their statements claiming that he has a date and a boyfriend. Now, he has to go find someone to convince them to play the part.

Hold by Eggs_in_a_cloud ( T | 2,202+ | 1/3 )

“Hi, how are you doing today?”

The blond’s look falters for a moment and he stares at Izuku for a second, warily, before he eventually grits his teeth and answers.

“Fuckin’ peachy. I want to take out these books.”

Tumblr Prompt:

‘I’m a librarian and i see you have a bunch of books about depression and suicide in your hand, hey buddy, want to talk to someone? I’m here if you need me’ AU

i've given up on you (and my skin and my bones) by MsFluorescent ( T | 2,028 | 1/1 )

katsuki is the lead singer of pop punk band scarlet knife ㅡ handsome and popular, with an ego to match.

but bakugou katsuki is a lonely man with a penchant for cigarettes and a heart that won't ever mend.

[Major Character Death]

Sweater Weather - KatsuDeku by EngelDreamer ( T | 608 | 1/1 )

Resta immobile, Katsuki, trattiene appena il fiato e fa vagare gli occhi alla ricerca dei familiari tratti del suo ragazzo, ma trema un poco, però, quando non lo vede, temendo che la notizia del suo ritorno fosse solo un’amara menzogna. Poi davanti a lui compaiono un viso paffuto pieno di lentiggini, riccioli scuri coperti da un cappello di lana, occhi acquosi ed un sorriso luminoso e Katsuki torna a respirare.

Series Part 3 of Sweater Weather

Pocket Watches and Dragon Kings by dazeful ( T | 3,977+ | 2/? )

Midoriya Izuku is tired of being treated like a child, but also hating the strain of adult responsibilities. When his temper finally explodes, the boy calls out to the Dragon King to take his little sister away. Now he will do anything to get her back.

Didn't Really Ask For This by ErrorTryAgain ( Not Rated | 35,272+ | 9/? )

Izuku Iida was a normal college student until he found out that his kind, strong, and honest brother, Tenya Iida is going out with a married woman, and not just any woman, it's Ochako Uraraka, one of Asia's most popular young actress. The problem is, as I said she's married, to Katsuki Bakugou, the young CEO of one of the largest and still growing trading company in Asia. Izuku felt bad for his brother, he couldn't bring himself to scold him nor tear them apart, this is his first time falling in love after all, so he decided to keep an eye on the husband so that they wouldn't get caught. He just didn't expect the consequences in doing that.

Greco - Roman by Eerei ( Not Rated | 6,712+ | 3/? )

After the attack on Corinthus by the ruthless Roman army, Greek Izuku Midoriya is forced away from everything he has ever known. Left wondering whether his mother is safe in Athenae or not, Izuku is suddenly caught up in the life of an Alpha General whose skills and features seem nearly god-like.

Say, why does the statue of Mars look so familiar? - Katsuki has found the one the Parcae have prophesized about. So, disguised as a Roman General, the alpha will drag the useless omega to the Mons Capitolinus before Jupiter to put an end to the possible destruction of the Olympians. However, there seems to be just one problem.

Why can't he hurt this greenhaired freckled nerd?

Izuku's Notebook by velvetcoke ( M | 2,242+ | 1/? )

It was almost like a dream.

Izuku Midoriya -- another twenty-two year old man with an impossible dream, big heart and low budget is granted with the shock of his life. After many attempts of trying to fulfill his dream as a successful fashion designer, his resume is finally accepted by a fashion company. And not just any company. Eraserhead; one of the world’s widest known brands. He is flown to interstate to begin his work. His first task is unexpected. To deliver a gown to a woman in the famous Hīrōparesu. Things begin to get complicated once he is insisted that he must replace the woman’s attendance at a prestigious ball.

There he meets a prince. He is everything he expected a prince not to be. Little did he know that he would soon become closer to him than he had ever thought…

[Series] Tickets Straight To Hell by Tokiji ( E | 30,378+ | 2 Works | WIP )

System of Love by themasterchef ( E | 4,493 | 1/1 )

Based off the Black Mirror episode "Hang the DJ". Midoriya and Bakugo live in a world where a system determines all your relationships to help find you your true love. After being paired up for 12 hours, Midoriya and Bakugo must go their separate ways, but will they really be able to let each other go? What happens when they are reunited? And the most important question of all; what lengths will they go to for love?

Lying Is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off by oyasumi_yue ( M | 2,728+ | 2/? )

Katsuki finds solace through an enigmatic stranger at a quaint bookstore his feet lead him to. Bewitched by their encounter, Katsuki desires more of the lovely stranger he met.

Roommates by KyliePaghan ( M | 11,139+ | 4/? )

Izuku is a journalist, and student, who managed to get a stalker because of his journalism. After his roommate abruptly moved out, he posted an ad on Craigslist looking for a roommate just to keep the stalker at bay.

Izuku is now a journalist, and student, with a roommate that claims to be a demon. Really, he shouldn't have thought a Craigslist ad would be a good idea.

Idea taken from Reddit/nosleep with permission. All credit for the idea goes to the original poster. Edit to author's note! If my link still doesn't work, the link for the story is in the comments!

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Stalking]

The Lion and Rabbit by GreyDayMoon ( E | 4,149+ | 2/? )

The slave gladiator Bakugou Katsuki was fearsome in the pits for his brutality and efficiency. His skill draws the eyes of a certain green eyed noble and Katsuki finds himself being pushed into a new life as the protector of the freckled man who will be caught in the middle of a war between kingdoms.

Series Part 5 of AU's I'm Thinking of Expanding On Later

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence]

Let's Not Make It Complicated by thegaylogic ( T | 7,590 | 1/1 )

labels are so overrated, let's not make it complicated.

why don't we just go get naked, let's not make it complicated.

Series Part 1 of 'Cause This Is All We Know

The Larkspur Strip Mall by Snows_Symphony ( T | 2,349+ | 2/? )

Katsuki and his BakuSquad™ run Porto's Pizza Place, a sweet little restaurant in a run-down strip mall. All is well and dandy until one day, their crappy landlord puts a Domino's right next to them. But can it be all bad? Because the cute green-haired manager of the new store seems pretty good to Katsuki

~~~

Or, Let's shove my ships into events based off of my life (no joke)

Not Another High School AU by MellowWrites ( T | 24,932+ | 3/? )

Izuku has been in love with the same guy for years, and no amount of bullying or warnings from friends will get him over this near obsession. Meanwhile, his best friend has been crushing on the girl of his dreams since middle school, and unluckily for Eijirou, she's dating an asshole.

The same asshole who Izuku is pining after.

[Underage | Homophobia]

whispers of love and scarring words by presageflower ( T | 9,923+ | 3/? )

Katsuki is Izuku's childhood friend and number one bully. Katsuki is able to sway everyone with his explosive force, while Izuku is weak, small and trips over his words more often than he would like to. He is, in many ways, the perfect target for Katsuki.

But Katsuki's actions have consequences and he is forced to face his own flaws, while Izuku constantly battles with his own.

[Bullying]

Mind Games by BlueFlameSakura ( M | 7,626+ | 3/? )

Bakugou Katsuki had been questioning the safety of the little town he lived in for a while now. How will he react now that he finds out first hand what forces are actually at play?

Especially when he has accidentally caught the eye of someone that spells a lot of trouble. Someone with a selfish desire to keep Katsuki to himself.

Green Roses and Smoke Tattoos by aekths ( M | 12,629+ | 8/20 )

bakugou katsuki is a tattoo artist. midoriya izuku is a florist that works just a couple buildings down. when bakugou starts ordering flowers for his shops, he starts to get closer to the midoriya family, izuku especially. izuku isn't exactly sure how to handle his fiery and unpredictable new customer.

What Am I? by FadedNobody ( T | 6,959+ | 1/? )

After crawling onto land over five years ago Katsuki discovered that life as a human could be pretty damn great. So when he finds himself training some nerdy green eyed loser at the surf shop why does his world suddenly stand still? +++ Izuku's stuck in life and as door after door of opportunity closes before him he turns to the only thing he has left. Surfing the blue waves of his home town. So where did this blonde asshole come from and why does he insist he's a local?

Hand Speak by pissunicorn ( E | 30,350+ | 12/12 )

“You think you’re some hotshot, huh? You’re not going to even apologize, aren’t you?” Bakugou folded his arms, waiting for him to get on his knees with grief, but he turned around and picked something up from the counter inside. “Hey! Hey are you serious? I’m talking to you!” Bakugou had no qualms about barging into his house uninvited. “I said I’m talking to you! Are you Deaf-”

He's not here (At least not yet) by Pheonixtan707 ( Not Rated | 2,228 | 1/1 )

Prequel to my first fic, 'He's right here'. Going back to the past, what happened to Bakugou Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku? Captured by human scientists, experimented on and later separated, how will they cope with it? And how will they escape

Headline: CEO Izuku Midoriya In Hot Water After Falling for One of His Employees by Matsumoto223 ( Not Rated | 2,989+ | 2/? )

AU where everyone is Quirkless. Fem Bakugo works for Izuku, the CEO of a large Japanese company.

Izuku's worked his whole life to be CEO and is just missing one thing....someone to love! Bakugo and Izuku's first encounter is less than stellar, but Izuku knows he has feelings for her. Can he find a way to make it work or does he risk his career in the process?

What Makes the World Go Around by NightshadeDawn ( Not Rated | 735 | 1/1 )

"Merry Christmas Little Shits 2018 - Day 1"

Bakugou's flight get cancelled. Well, it'll be a shitty Christmas- or... not?

Series Part 48 of That happened... Part 7 of Merry Christmas Little Shits

Porn to be a Star by SecretKiwi ( E | 12,653+ | 2/? )

Izuku needs a job, and maybe he finds more than a steady flow of income along the way.

Or,

Follow Izuku's journey through the pornography industry where he makes some cash, makes some friends and makes himself really fucking uncomfortable every day.

[Series] where does the good go by ivegotacaseofyou  ( G/M | 5,236+ | 2 Works | WIP )

Playing Cards by honeyfever ( T | 1,534+ | 1/? )

Crazy Rich Asians AU where Katsuki is both Crazy and Rich, and Izuku doesn’t know how to deal with slightly overbearing parents, being thrust headfirst into Japan’s high life, and people who are rich rich.

[Series] Life at Age 30 by Infuzion ( T/E | 24,147+ | 4 Works | WIP )

[ Attempted Rape/Non-Con | Homophobia | Bullying]

[Abandoned] breathe ( E | 2,336 | 1/3 )

For most, the zombie apocalypse was something they had started out with. For others, they were born in it. Izuku Midoriya was the unlucky one out of many to be born inside of one.

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Major Character Death | Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-Con]

Kacchan's in the kitchen! by Hiimtyler ( Not Rated | 352 | 1/1 )

Why are making pancakes so fucking hard!?

My heart on fire by ChestnutPatronus14 ( T | 1,310 | 1/1 )

After a devastating season, Izuku is beginning to question if his injury wasn't actually a sign for him to stop ice skating all together. Bakugo convinces him otherwise.

Part of the BKDK Secret Santa 2018

Brand New Colony by ScientificallySinful (VampireGaaraCheesepuffs) ( M | 9,263+ | 2/? )

200 years ago the first child with animal characteristics was born. Now, over 20% of earth’s population is accounted for by “hybrids,” or humans with varying degrees of animal characteristics.

Midoriya knows what life’s like for a hybrid. He’s grown up with the stares, the comments, the weight of proving everyone wrong. At least, he thinks he knows hybrids. Until he meets a mysterious Alpha wolf under less than desirable circumstances. Suddenly Izuku is drawn into Katsuki Bakugo’s gravity and he doesn’t want to leave.

Unfortunately, Izuku needs to to make a choice. Does Izuku choose his human side, his animal side...or Katsuki?

Series Part 4 of A/B/Ohhh ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

dream a little dream of me by dekustyle ( T | 3,764+ | 1/? )

It’s there again — the blinking light.

Little by little, Katsuki notices the light getting bigger and bigger until he can finally catch a glimpse of a bouncing green curly hair from the other side of the light.

Is that shit like a portal or something?

—

or an au in which whenever people dream, they are transported to a parallel universe called 'chimera'. katsuki calls bullshit, but he's proven wrong when the usual thick black canvas of his dream is gradually broken down by a blinking light

A trois, bon ménage ? by Nafarik ( M | 8,561+ | 3/? )

Cela faisait déjà quelques années qu'Ochako avait recueilli Izuku chez elle et le petit lapin nain hybride avait fini par devenir sa petite oasis de paix, toujours là pour lui faire des câlins après une journée difficile. Pourtant son quotidien allait changer après sa rencontre avec ce loup blond secouru lui aussi d'une organisation illégale. Bien ou non le changement ? Elle allait bientôt le découvrir.

Realism Gives Itself Away by WhenJoshIsJoseph ( T | 6,826 | 1/1 )

Katsuki's mentor, All Might, is retiring, and he wants a piece of art commissioned - a crucial gift. He finally finds the right artist...but the person is anonymous. Izuku gets commissioned by some lawyer he doesn't know, and he doesn't usually take commissions, but the offer is just too tempting... Neither knows it's the other. ___ MERRY CHRISTMAS, SO HOE, I'M SO SORRY IF THIS AIN'T GREAT BUT I ADORE YOUUUU Also, VGC, you're a legend, thanks for organising this <3

Drive Thru Please by tokyo10 ( G | 1,117 | 1/1 )

it all started with Katsuki cutting Izuku off

Hotter than Hell by artistic18 ( T | 2,409 | 1/? )

Katsuki hasn't seen his childhood friend in over 10 years. They've kept in contact, but it's nothing like seeing each other face to face.

So if Katsuki seems flustered upon seeing him again, that's only because the airport needs to work on the shitty cooling system.

So Numb by Dnote147 ( M | 10,622+ | 4/? )

Just have to get through today.

That's what crosses my mind on a daily basis; almost like a mantra.

Just get through today.

Sometimes, it would almost sound like a melody, playing on a constant loop. If it weren't for the underlying motive for this internal repetition, I would almost find it hilarious.

Keyword: Almost.

[Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-Con | Bullying | Self Harm | Suicide Attempt | Addiction | Panic Attacks | PTSD]

Happy New Years, Nerd by BelleM ( E | 3,869 | 1/1 )

Katsuki is dragged to a New Years party, spots Izuku and wants to fuck him.

Series Part 1 of My Lucky New Year

Flower Boy by devilmanz ( E | 3,821+ | 4/? )

Izuku Midoriya is a YouTuber with over ten million subscribers.

Katsuki Bakugou is a song writer and YouTuber with twenty million subscribers.

Lets just say rumors spread.

[Past Addiction]

At the Mountain's Edge by Anzul ( M | 12,642+ | 2/? )

Muromachi Japan, 1465. Soulmates - once nothing but a flightful fancy among the Heian nobility - have become the political currency of the century. Blessed with telepathic communication and the ability to sense each other regardless of their geographical distance once a bond has been established, they are an invaluable commodity to any warrior hoping to amass power in the wake of the Ashikaga's weakening rule.

Bakugou Katsuki is no exception. But no matter what matchmaking house his family visits, they all tell him the same thing: that at the end of his red string, there waits no one. Katsuki is destined to walk his path alone.

Now forced to become a candidate for political marriage, Katsuki must learn the traditional arts and proper courtship etiquette to attract more suitors. Izuku, the adopted protégé and matchmaking master of the Midoriya House, is hired to be his tutor. Izuku himself is not only without a soulmate, but Bondless - someone without a red string at all, but capable of seeing everyone else's.

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[Or: An alternate soulmate x historical AU where everybody has soulmates except Katsuki and Izuku.]

Play The Field by lalazee ( E | 10,246 | 1/1 )

Baseball and feelings, feelings and baseball. Turns out, Bakugou and Deku are both good and bad at the same things. They try to work on it.

Desert Prince by ghoulz ( E | 6,534+ | 2/? )

Bakugou Katsuki is an Alpha. Midoriya Izuku is an Omega. Don't act like you don't know where this is going. Oh yeah and Bakugou's a prince in some dystopian land or something.

Becoming a dog-sitter to date a cutie by Heartbeat_in_japanese ( G | 1,133 | 1/1 )

{This fic doesn’t have a description! -Jay}

Can't Sleep Love by Fuyuzashi ( M | 5,841+ | 1/? )

Katsuki fell head over heels over a certain green eyed, freckle covered, honey skinned stranger in a night club. Later he found himself acting like a main character of a Netflix's cheesy romance series. He never knew he could do such dumb things just because of a tingly feeling in his chest caused by the hot stranger.

[ based on Can't sleep Love, a song by Pentatonix ]

Fine again by scarlettx9000 ( M | 3,063+ | 1/? )

Izuku and Katsuki become estranged after Izuku and his mother pack up and move cities without a word back in middle school only to be reunited in an 'and they were roomates' self indulgant fic

A Burrow for You and I by GreyLiliy ( E | 4,400+ | 2/? )

Katsuki and Izuku grew up together as neighbors, a human and a hybrid that most would call the best of friends. But after an unexpected step forward in their relationship, Izuku backed away and put distance between them—too much distance.

When Izuku arrives back home after a year of absence, he makes sure Katsuki is the first to see the fruits of his labor.

Series Part 2 of Hybrids x My Hero Academia

Cross-dressing and Relationships want to suffocate Izuku Midoriya by ErrorTryAgain ( Not Rated | 4,699+ | 2/? )

Let's make this short. Denki wanted to get Kyouka back from Katsuki, and in order to do so, he got his cousin, Izuku, to cross-dress and pretend as his girlfriend, then seduce Katsuki.

That itself is hard, so just imagine how much more difficult it is to seduce a guy who's trying (forcing) you to admit that you're another guy, and that you're... Deku?

give me love by gray98 ( T | 3,301+ | 1/33 )

midoriya izuku was looking for a new start, a way out from his old life of nightmares and haunted memories. he was sick of the stares, and he needed an escape. who knew that escape would come from a new cityscape and a brash blond with anger issues.

[Suicide Attempt]

i want to scream but i can't by lordyuuri ( T | 1,504 | 1/1 )

Reunions aren't always happy nor always welcomed. 

[lovelylunarwriting]

Lucas Prince!AU

Living in the Wong Nation sometimes feels like… living in the wrong nation.

Not that there’s many problems with the country itself! The only issue you’d call out is that the nation has such a focus on developing communication and technologies related to communicating information and media that there’s not much development of anything else...

Flat screen TV’s in every house? Hells yeah. Any means of transportation other than walking and carriages if you’re wealthy enough? N o p e

Mostly it’s just that the royalty has such odd habits, in particular- Prince Lucas.

He’s not necessarily problematic, the people love him and you do as well, it’s just he has weird tendencies that make you go “huh???”

Friends would tell stories of “Oh well my great aunt’s cousin Berta said that Prince Lucas made up a secret handshake with every single guard in the palace”, and “well, my best friend’s boyfriend’s sister who is one of the maids in the palace says that he always eats icecream at 3am every Saturday”

Not your usual royal gossip, just him being this odd fellow. Your friends always say that “he’s wasting his time/when will he grow up” but honestly if you were in his shoes, why the hell wouldn’t you have icecream at 3am every Saturday?? Like you’re royalty, dude, do whatever the hell you want.

After having your friends over to chat and drink tea, you grab whatever is in your mailbox and plop it on your kitchen table.

The Wong Nation has always prided itself on it’s thorough communication and unique methods of communicating, whether that be via their one-day mail system, or even the Horsemen-For-Hire organization that’ll have your letter/package anywhere you want to send it within the country within a matter of hours (on horseback of course because apparently we aren’t importing cars?? But that’s none of my business).

Naturally, as a proud member of this country, you take your mail seriously, even going through and opening the most dull looking spam letters.

About half way through your stack of mail, you open what seems to be a normal boring spam letter, but there’s a glittering gold ticket inside, along with a letter written in gold colored ink.

The letter reads as so, “Dear recipient of this letter, if you’re reading this, that means you’ve taken the time and care to open every letter, even the dreary ones, that you’ve received. Although this may appear like a scam, I assure you it is neither. The purpose behind this letter is to find me a suitable life partner- someone who assesses even the most trivial of things with care and grace. You, evidently, by opening this seemingly meaningless letter, have earned a special reward. One date with me, Prince of the Wong Nation. The ticket included in this letter is redeemable at any time, even in times of war!  -Much love, Prince Lucas xoxo”

As soon as you finish reading the beautiful and ridiculous words of the letter, it falls out of your too-tight grip and drifts to the floor.

This has to be a joke. A silly prank from one of your friends, who probably slipped it into your mailbox on their way out.

…but what if it wasn’t a prank at all? Prince Lucas has been known to do strange things, and this is definitely one of the strangest things you’ve encountered in a long time. Maybe ever.

Picking the letter back up off the floor, dusting it off and then carefully placing it back in the average looking envelope, you pick up and analyze the golden ticket.

Who the fuck does he think he is- Willy Wonka?

The only difference between the Willy Wonka’s infamous golden ticket and the “prince’s” golden ticket is that the prince one has a fuckboy-like photo of him plastered across the front.

Yeah, this has to be a joke.

You stick the ticket in your bag and don’t think of it again until a few days later.

Over the past few days, things have been going your way and resulting in your favor instead of the usual practice of life saying “fuck you” and messing everything up.

But like?? Nothing bad has happened all week. 

Ever since you got that ticket.

It’s been in your bag ever since you’d shoved it in there originally, so maybe it’s become some kind of good luck charm.

The whole thing has weirded you out though, because even with all the nagging in the world, your friends won’t confess to them pulling this joke on you. All they had to say was “who the hell opens their spam letters instead of throwing them out”

Which is a fair point, but still.

While making your way into town to get a few necessities, you casually ask each vendor and fellow customer you run into if they’ve ever heard of this whole ticket thing.

And apparently no- they haven’t. Which makes this situation all the more crazy.

If no civilians know about this, whether it be real or a prank, maybe someone at the castle will.

And that someone you have in mind is your childhood best friend, Yuta, who works as a guard at the front gate.

Making the leisurely stroll from the town market to the palace, Yuta notices you before you notice him, but his frantic flailing to greet you is all you need to spot your best friend.

Making your way over to him, the other guards on duty greet you as well. Checking in on Yuta and bringing him snacks during his shift is something you end up doing at least three times a week, so most of the guards on this rotation are familiar with you.

You greet everyone and then turn to Yuta to talk a little more privately.

After explaining that you got this sketchy ass golden ticket in the mail and before you can even get into the fact that it’s probably someone with a crap sense of humor playing a trick on you, he gasps audibly and grabs you by the shoulders.

Yuta: “Do you have it with you?”, he asks, his no-nonsense tone leaving you taken aback.

You: “Uh, well… yeah I do, but it’s just a prank right? There’s no way this is a real thing”, you try to reason while you fumble through the contents of your bag.

Yuta: “Hell yeah it’s real, Prince Lucas has been sending these out for about a month now and no one has ever actually opened the letter. Well that is until now, I guess”

You: “That explains why all the townspeople think I’m crazy for even bringing it up. Ah, here it is!”, you say, handing over the smooth paper.

Yuta: “Oh my gosh, this is real! And kind of tragic- what was he thinking with that photo?”

You: “Honestly, who puts their own face on a ticket like this?? And on that note, what kind of person even does this?”

Yuta: “He is the prince, sweetie. He can’t exactly date like a normal person. But that’s not important right now, I’ve got to take you to him!”

You: “You’ve got to w h a t”

Yuta: “He’s already been waiting a month, don’t make him wait any longer!”

You comply because you know that trying to talk him out of something as exciting as this would be impossible.

He announces to the rest of the guards at his station that “Y/N found the golden ticket! My best friend is going to marry the p r i n c e!”, to which you tell him to shut up and shove him through the gate before he can say anything else outlandish to his colleagues.

The whispering of the guards to one another about you and the ticket is all you hear as you make your way inside the palace with Yuta.

And much to your confusion, he then leads you outside the palace to the grounds in the back.

“Is he going to kill me in the woods for this stupid ass yellow piece of paper so that he can marry the prince”, is the only thought running through your head.

That and “is this prince even worth all this trouble”.

But that’s when you see him. And oh boy is he quite the sight.

Turns out that no, Yuta did not lead you outside with the goal of murdering you and leaving your body in the woods, he led you to the archery practice field where you both find Prince Lucas aiming an arrow straight at the target several feet in front of him.

Yuta confidently struts over to him while you walk more timidly behind him, still skeptical of the whole situation.

He nods to Yuta in acknowledgement, who holds up the golden ticket with a smirk and drags you out from behind him.

Prince Lucas, whose bow is still drawn tight, lets go in pure shock. The arrow misses the bull’s eye completely and wedges itself into a tree stump to the right of the target.

Eyes lit up like the fireworks, he drops his hand-crafted longbow (like it’s not one the the most expensive things in the palace) and bounds over to you.

By the way he’s looking at you, you’d think someone had told him he’s won the lottery.

He’s a little too close for comfort, especially the way he’s dressed, with nothing more than a loose tank top covering his torso.

When he was aiming that bow, you and Yuta had received a special viewing of The Gun Show™ ft. The Back Muscles of a God, which you have to admit is doing quite the toll on your rapidly increasing heart rate.

Lucas: “Hello! I’m Prince Lucas. Are you the one who found this ticket?”

You: “Yes?? And I’m Y/N?”

Suddenly his attention is on Yuta again.

Lucas: “Yuta, you’re dismissed. Thank you for bringing them to me”

Yuta: “Anything to help, your highness”, he says with a suggestive tone of voice that you just hope the prince doesn’t pick up on.

Lucas: “Since you took the time to appreciate even the most mundane form of communication, snail mail, you have earned exactly one date with yours truly! And as a bonus for being so cute, I'll even let you pick what we do”

You: “That’s nice and all, and you seem like an okay guy but I don't really know you?? Can’t I just get store credit or something?”

Lucas: “...what kind of store credit would you expect to gain from royalty”

You: “I mean I'm okay with cash, too. You do have to admit that this whole thing is kind of crazy. A golden ticket?? Who do you think you are, Willy Wonka?”

Lucas: “Who?”

You: “Willy Wonka. The chocolate factory guy. Have you not seen that movie??”

Lucas: “Uhh,,,, I guess not. Is it popular amongst the common people?”

You: “Of course, I loved that movie as a kid! Okay- for this ‘date’, we’re gonna watch Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. You have to understand the uncanny context of this situation”

Lucas: “I don't know if I was clear before- you can pick anything. Renting out an entire amusement park for the day, going to a five star restaurant, literally a n y t h i n g”

You: “Yeah, I got that”

Lucas: “And you want to watch an old movie”

You: “Yes. You haven't seen it!”

Lucas: “...”

You: “What??”

Lucas: “That’s pretty adorable if I’m being honest”, he says and looks at you with actual hearts in his eyes.

Your goal in coming hear wasn’t to win over the Prince’s heart, but it sure looks like you have.

The two of you stroll around the archery field, the Prince pointing out all of the things he’s accidentally shot.

The billowing trees and tall grass are all beautiful, but the most radiant thing under the setting sun is by far, Prince Lucas.

At first you thought he was a bit goofy, and he definitely is, but he’s also very sweet and charming in a way that you can’t help but be drawn to.

Also, amazingly easy to get along with??? When meeting a prince, you thought he’d be snobby or something but he’s a really chill guy and so easily excited by everything. Honestly, he’s kind of like a big puppy.

All the while, though, you try to keep from getting your hopes up. He’s not just some random guy you met in town, he’s the prince for goodness sake.

Lucas: “Y/N??”, he says, stopping all of a sudden.

You: “Hmm? Yes? Sorry, I was... thinking about things”

Lucas: “It’s fine, I was just letting you know that I don’t think we have that movie in the castle so I’d have to go buy it somewhere”

You: “I have it. I swear,,,, this is a very common movie, how are you so in the dark about it??”

Lucas: “I,,,, I don’t know?? I’ve been a bit busy running the country, if you haven’t noticed”

You: “...that’s a good excuse I guess, so I’ll accept it for now”

Noticing the familiar path you’d been dragged down earlier by Jennie, you realize that he’s leading you to the front gates. You can’t help but feel a little disappointed that your time with such a lively person, prince title or not, has been so limited.

Fairy tales don’t always come true, you figure.

Lucas: “As far as the movie goes, how about you bring it with you when you come back next?”

You: “You want me to come back?”, you ask, somehow still not believing that you’d be going on a date with the prince of all people.

Lucas: “Of course! I owe you a date but also,,,, I already miss you and you haven’t even left yet, so.... you should come back and visit me”, he says and looks away, but you can still see the blush on his cheeks even with the sun setting behind you.

Exploding with The Feels™ on the inside and trying to desperately not show on the outside how much those words make your heart sing, you settle for a nod and staring at the ground.

He reaches out and gently lifts up your chin to meet his gaze, and oh boy. Staring into those gorgeous eyes is the final thing your mind needed to know that you’re completely whipped for this boy.

“Come back tomorrow, okay? I’ll be waiting”, he whispers into your ear, sending chills down your spine, and then places a quick peck on your cheek before walking off towards the castle.

…

Did that just actually happen…

Stumbling out the front gates, in a sort of happy-daze, you barely even notice when Yuta comes running up to you.

Yuta: “Y/N!! What happened with Prince Lucas??”, he asks as the two of you walk into town.

You: “Don’t you have a post you’re supposed to be manning right now?”

Yuta: “The other guys and gals can handle it. Plus there’s not much to do, just standing around all day. I’m pretty sure Ten is sleeping standing up right now”

You: “That’s both unprofessional and impressive”

Yuta: “Stop avoiding the elephant in the room- what happened with the prince??? Do you like him? Do you think he likes you? I can ask him if you-”

You: “Don’t ask him!! This isn’t middle school!”

Yuta: “,,,,okay but doesn’t it feel like it at least a little?”

You: “I really like him, and I hope he likes me but,,,, he’s a prince and I’m just,,,, me. There’s no real shot of anything happening, I shouldn’t kid myself…”

Yuta: “Bullshit”

You: “Excuse me?”

Yuta: “Y/N, let yourself fall! Can’t you see this was meant to be? You’ve got your literal ticket to his heart, you better use it!”

With those words, Yuta and you part, with him running back to his post and you making the brief walk back to your house.

Yuta’s advice and the Prince’s parting words ring through your mind, no matter how much you try to focus on your other tasks.

Before the night comes to an end, you dig through your old DVD collection and pull out the copy of Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, feeling confident enough to go back to the castle tomorrow.

When morning comes though, worries sink in because now you have to actually,,,, go do it.

You step outside of your little cottage intending to make the walk up to the castle, but the sight of an elegant carriage stops you in your tracks.

A man in guard’s uniform is sat in the rider’s seat with his legs crossed over the footboard and his helmet haphazardly over his eyes.

Standing there awkwardly, not sure if you should say something, you luckily don’t have to because Yuta pops out of the carriage side door, scaring the absolute hell out of you.

Yuta: “You’re finally up! We’ve been waiting”

You: “Waiting for what?! To give me a heart attack?”

Yuta: “No silly, to take you on your date with Prince Lucas!”

You: “I feel like you’re more excited about this than I am”

Yuta: “Hey, if you marry rich then I never have to work another day in my life”

You: “And who says I’d financially support you?”

Yuta: “Oh my gosh you like him, don’t you? The Y/N that I know would’ve immediately denied anything about marrying him, but you do want to marry him, don’t you??”

Before you can think of anything snarky to say back to cover up how embarrassingly accurate Yuta’s assessment of your feelings are, the mystery driver of the carriage yells at Yuta.

“We came here to bring them to the castle, not tease them about this stupid date”, he shouts to Yuta, who grumbles to you about how “Ten’s being pissy that he doesn’t get to marry rich like you do”, and then helps you into the carriage.

Yuta and Ten bicker and make stupid jokes so much that you tell Yuta he should go sit up their in the driver’s seat with him instead of shouting inappropriate jokes out the window.

To which he actually does,,,, and climbs right out of the window and into the driver’s seat, vehicle still in motion, all the while saying “Don’t worry, I’ve done this before!”

That isn’t very calming, but you take what you can get.

When you finally arrive at the castle, you anticipate some stuffy old steward to greet you, but the hand that helps you out of the carriage belongs to the prince himself.

And he doesn’t seem keen on letting go, dragging you through the gate and up the steps of the castle, like an excited puppy tugging on it’s leash.

You barely have time to admire the towering walls and high ceilings, because Prince Lucas is extremely determined to get to wherever he’s going, pulling you along with him just as quickly.

You’d say something but,,,, you don’t trust yourself to not fumble over your words quite yet. Or your feet, for that matter.

“Here we are!”, he announces with a certain amount of pride in his voice that makes the corners of your mouth turn up into a smile without even being conscious of it.

Now that this power-walk has come to a stop, you can finally take a look around and see where he was so hellbent on delivering you.

In front of you lies a dimly lit room with the far-facing wall covered by a massive, red curtain. Almost like one you’d see in a theatre.

“Welcome to the royal family’s home theater!”, Lucas says, gesturing to the curtain, which as if on cue pulls back in both directions, revealing the biggest television screen you’ve ever seen.

Well that would explain the theatre vibe you’re getting from this place.

You take a few steps forward as Prince Lucas runs past you and belly flops onto the sofa in the center of the room. Compared to the stupidly big screen, the couch looks like something plucked out of a doll house, especially with the prince’s long figure sprawled across it.

Lucas: “Come on, take a seat!”, he says, after readjusting and patting the couch cushion next to him.

Hesitantly, you make you way over and sit next to him, your body stiff as a board with nerves.

Evidently, he notices this, because his normal sheepish grin disappears and a pouty frown replaces it.

Lucas: “Is something wrong? You don’t have to hang out with me if you don’t want to, I would never force you to stay just because I’m the prince- I hope you know that”

You: “No, it’s not that! I’m just,,,,, I live in a cottage in the woods just outside of the little village so this is all a little overwhelming for me, that’s all”

Lucas: “It doesn’t feel very homey, does it? I think I can fix that”

He gets up, presumably to set up the movie, and all the while tells you stories of his childhood and growing up in the castle.

These stories range from “that’s where I accidentally threw my sword into the wall when I tried to unsheath it but it got stuck” to “this is the couch where I have icecream every Saturday at 3am and watch cartoons”

You’re like “!!! I’ve heard that from my gossipy friends! I thought they were making it up!”, and he’s like “No, that’s true. My mother told me that I needed to create a weekly routine and that’s the first thing I wrote in my planner”

After talking to him for a while, the castle and the prince himself feel much more familiar and comfortable.

You find yourself leaning back into the plush couch, and like clockwork, Lucas has the movie playing and plops himself down next to you.

Close enough for you to notice, but not too close for comfort.

Throughout the movie, you find yourself not really paying attention to the screen and more spacing out and thinking about Prince Lucas.

And then feeling dumb about thinking about him when he’s,,,, right next to you but heY sometimes you gotta think out your feelings and now is one of those times.

You came into this whole weird situation with the goal of going home to your peaceful life and hoping that Yuta wouldn’t give you too much shit about going on a date with the prince but now you find yourself not wanting to go home.

If you’re being honest, Lucas feels a lot more like home than that little cottage in the woods ever did.

No one has ever gone so out of their way to try and make you happy and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t falling for him. Hard.

Snapping out of your trance and hoping it’s not too obvious that you’re not really watching the movie, you sneak a glance over to Lucas to find that he’s not paying attention to the screen either.

His focus is definitely on you instead.

As soon as you make eye contact though, his head snaps up to the movie and you notice his body stiffen, probably out of embarrassment.

Feeling a sudden rush of bravery, you reach over and clasp his hand in yours.

He looks at you with the most Shooketh™ look and it’s all you can do to keep from laughing.

Lucas: “I really like you, you know”, he blurts.

You: “I…. I like you, too. So you don’t have to worry about me leaving or anything. I want to be here with you-”, you start but get interrupted by him tackling you in a hug.

Lucas: “I’m sorry, I’m just really happy about this”, he says into the crook of your neck, where’s he’s nuzzled his face.

You: “Aren’t you supposed to be a super professional royal or something?”, you laugh and he pulls away, resting on his arms on either side of you.

Lucas: “I told you that I have it scheduled out when I eat icecream. Do I seem like I’m trying to be very professional to you?”

You: “What flavor icecream?”

Lucas: “Chocolate, of course”

You: “Okay, good. I won’t have to move to the Lee Kingdom, then”

Lucas: “I’m way better than any of their princes, I’ll have you know”

You: “I don’t know,,,, the entire way here Ten was talking about how Prince Taeyong is a ‘hottie with a body’...”

Lucas: “This is treachery”, he declares, mostly joking.

...mostly (watch out Ten,,,,)

The rest of the movie you spend with his lanky limbs tangled with yours, warm and comfy embracing one another.

Afterwards he’s like “okay that guy totally stole my golden ticket idea” and you’re like “,,,,,this movie was made before you were born,,,, idk how to break this to you”

Lucas: “Before I was born?? I thought there was a fairly recent version”

You: “I mean yeah, there is, but it’s not the one we watched. That’s a different movie”

Lucas: “...”

You: “...you wanna watch that one, don’t you”

Lucas: “Yes please!!”

The entire day ends up being spent watching random movies and snuggling on the couch which is honestly better than anything else you’d normally do (like chores, oof).

When the evening comes to a close, you find yourself reluctant to leave. But all good things must come to an end, you suppose.

You say your farewells to one another at the gate, but before you can get in to the carriage that Prince Lucas was gracious enough to provide, he says something that makes you freeze and spin around.

Lucas: “Call me Lucas, alright? Not ‘Prince’”

You: “You want me to what”

Lucas: “Fine, I’ll call you ‘Their Royal Highness’. Then we’ll be even”

You: “But I’m not?? That’s not how-”

Lucas: “Pretty please?”

You: “I- okay fine. I’ll see you soon Lucas”, you give in, causing a girlish squeal of excitement to come out of the future ruler of this country.

Maybe dating this wonderfully weird prince is something you could get used to...

Before the Wong Kingdom always just felt like the place where you happen to live, but now it’s a place you never want to leave (even if Prince Taeyong is indeed a hottie with a body)

[cost-of-chaos]

All you Need is Love (Chapter Three)

Roger Taylor x OC

Word Count: 1.8k+

Warnings: Phonesex, masturbation

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

It had just past 9 and I had finally found myself some peace from nosy relatives, in the corner of the grand ballroom. I sat with my back against the baroque style panelling, cradling my cake in my lap as a sat cross-legged on the floor, giving some respite to my aching feet. I should have insisted against these new pair of heals, since when is wearing heels in for six hours ever a good idea?

I still couldn’t get my head around the fact that my 22 year old sister was getting married to some annoyingly pompous asshole she met while studying at her fancy pansy American college. As I watched her sway offbeat to a poor rendition of Elvis’s ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love’ by a tone-deaf wedding singer, I couldn’t help but judge her a little bit. Don’t get me wrong the song brings a tear to my eyes on a good day, but she was literally throwing her life away for someone she met a year ago. I reached for my flute of champagne and downed the whole thing in one gulp.

When I was her age, I’d only just started dating Roger, now here we are seven years later and I’ve not thought of marriage once. I’ve never been happier with my life. My art is growing in popularity, gallery showings are becoming more frequent and living together with Roger has been just as amazing as I thought it would be. We are best friends, lovers and dare I say even soul mates, but alas my little sister was showing more commitment to her man than I had ever shown to the love of my life. All we had to show for our relationship was a rented out flat and a cat. Just like that, I was feeling inferior to my baby sister for what felt like the hundredth time this week.

I was transfixed by the happy couple, in the middle of the dance floor completely oblivious to the world around them and I began to really miss my man after a week apart. Right. That’s it, enough of listening to lame music surrounded by most boring people in the whole of Connecticut making fools of themselves on the dance floor and enough weaving to avoid horribly awkward conversations with distant relatives. I stood up and walked up to the waiter who had just popped the cork of a Moët Chandon, I swiped it from his hand and kept walking, I needed to get drunk. I took another glance at my surroundings once more, scratch that, I need to get drunk and be alone.

After finding my way back to my room after getting lost in the rabbit warren that was this fancy hotel I undid the zip on my dress all the way down to the bright pink bow sitting over my ass. I shimmied out of the heavy taffeta and flopped onto the large bed, open bottle of champagne still clutched in my hand.

I brought the bottle to my lips and took a large gulp of the bubbly yellow liquid. I nestled the bottle between my breasts so I could take my hair out of its intricate updo. As I was removing the many clips keeping my hair up, I noticed the underwear I was wearing. It was the pale pink lace underwear set which Roger had bought for me for Valentine’s Day last year. And just like that, I was overwhelmed by the desperate need to hear his voice.

I pulled the phone off the bedside table and dialled the number he’d told me he’d be reachable on for the next couple of days. “Hee-loo” I heard the groggy raspy voice I was so used to hearing when I woke up.

“Hiya Rog” I said sheepily, now feeling slightly guilty for waking him up.

“Ronnie, its 4 in the morning, is everything okay? Are you okay?”

“Everything is fine… sorry for waking you up I just miss you is all” I said, wrapping the phone cord around my finger as I counted the ceiling tiles above me. “I miss you soo much, your touch, your kisses, I want to feel you next to me, holding me. I long to feel your skin next to mine and feel you inside of me again,”

“Oh!” Roger exclaimed with excitement as he realised what was happening.

“A week is too long Roggie.”

“I miss you too V, You wanna know what I’d do if you were with me right now? I’d kiss you, leaving a trail from your lips to your neck, between your tits, to that tender spot on your upper thigh, leaving hickeys all over your body. I want to feel your wetness through your panties while I tease you.” I was growing wetter with every word he was saying, I could feel my breathing deepen as my desire for him grew.

“Alright love, I better get back to sleep, I have to get up early in the morning”

“Oh no you don’t bucko! “You’ve gotten me all wet, now you’re not going anywhere until I cum”. I took another  swig of the champagne, this was going to be fun.

“Did I tell you what I bought the other day while I was in New York City for the bachelorette party? I visited a little store called Eve’s Garden and they have all sorts of wonderful inventions. Truly wonderful inventions. I bought one and it’s been keeping me company while I’ve been soo many miles away from you but… I think this will be muuuch better”. I could hear Rogers breath hitch through the phone when he realised what I was talking about. I scooted off the bed and rifled through my bag until I found the wand. I plugged it into the socket and laid back down on the bed.

“You ready baby?” I asked, in the most sultry innocent voice I could manage.

“More ready than you could imagine, I’m already so hard thinking about you baby girl.”

“Good. Picture this. We’re in our apartment. I push you up against the wall and I crash my lips onto yours, I lick your lips for permission to enter and you quickly allow…” I let out a quiet moan as I turned on the device and the vibrations made me arch my back up off the bed in pleasure. “I trail my hands up the back of your shirt and I feel our muscles relax. I kiss you breathless before moving my kisses down your neck. I pull off your shirt and place wet kisses down your chest and trace down the waistband of your pants.” I licked my lips as I thought of Rogers manhood, “I miss sucking that big cock baby.”

The line was silent, and I was worried I was the only one still turned on but he faintly heard him moan, before speaking again. “Sorry love, I got a little carried away, you’re so hot, is your pussy nice and wet for me angel?”

“Mmhmmm” Was all I could murmer into the phone, even him calling me angel was almost hot enough to be my undoing, I needed him to keep going and keep going now.”

“I kiss you deeply, breaking the kiss only to remove your shirt, I reach around and unclasp your bra, moving my kisses lower and sneaking my hands past your thighs, under the hem of your skirt to your knickers, and baby they’re so wet for me already, are you wet for me baby?”

I let out a strangled moan. “Roger, I miss you, I need you. I want to feel you, I need to feel you inside of me”

I could hear Roger’s own breathing starting to become heavy, he moaned as I begged for his cock. I want you to suck those fingers of yours love, insert them into your tight pussy.” I eagerly followed his orders, loving this sense of dominance which I didn’t see an awful lot of and I quickly found my g spot.

“Roggie… Rog… I’m going to cum baby” I said as I bucked my hips violently into my hand.

“Love I’m not far behind you” He said breathlessly. It only took seconds but I could already feel myself start to shake, and my moans of extasy were soon joined by Rogers as we rode out or orgasms together.

I turned the massager off and dropped it beside me on the bed, as I lifelessly lay there panting, my ear glued to the phone listening Rog do the same thing. After our breathing finally regulated, I was the first one to speak.

“I really miss you babe, I can’t believe we still have a week left until I get to see you again”. I said, sadness washed over me as I realised I was only halfway through my trip to America.

“I miss you too V, but it doesn’t have to be another week if you don’t want it to be.” 

“What do you mean?” I asked, truly confused as to what he was talking about.

“Look inside your suitcase, I believe there may be something in there with your intimates which might help us out.” He said, I could tell he was smiling on the other end of the line. I jumped up with haste and excitement and fell to the floor where my suitcase lay open beside the bed. I rifled through the suitcase until I found a little piece of paper, I pulled it out and as I read it, I couldn’t contain a scream.

“I take it that you like my little surprise?” He asked chuckling. Sitting in my hand was a one-way ticket from Bradley International to Narita International, for tomorrow morning.

“Oh my god! Roger! I can’t believe you did this! I’m going to be in your arms this time tomorrow! I don’t know what to say!”

“You don’t need to say anything! I honestly can’t wait love. I don’t know how I lasted this long without you... Is that totally pathetic?”

“No! It’s like magic to my ears, because if I’m being completely honest, I’ve been missing you like crazy! It’s all love central over here aswell which isn’t making things any easier!”  

“Try being surrounded by thousands of girls screaming for you! And the guys… well, let's just say they’re making the most of the attention” My stomach dropped, I hadn’t actually thought of all the girls who would be throwing themselves all over the boys over there.

I sat there, frozen in place as a sense of dread slowly filled my stomach as my mind flipped between different scenes of Roger in precarious situations.

“I love you, Veronica. I can’t wait to see you later, I have a car organised to pick you up from the airport, I really wanted to do it myself, but apparently, there is a safety issue. I’ve missed you so much... No girl even comes close to you.” He said, reassuring me. Why was I even worried, I knew how amazing he was, of course he’s not going to hurt me. “Well love, I’d love a round two but I need to get up in a few hours, and I believe someONE has some packing to do.”

I groaned in response, knowing our conversation had to come to an end. “ Love you babe, thanks for this chat, I’ll be seeing you later!”

“Love you Ron, keep that pussy ready for me because I’m going to fuck you so hard  you won’t be able to see straight.” The line went deed and I looked around my mess of a room, and back at my large electronic friend beside me. The packing could wait a little longer, I wasn’t quite ready to pack this baby up.

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