#No will to break no mouth to speak etc. very chilling! I knew we were more or less just a mindless doll driven forward on instinct

[death-rebirth-senshi]

Mildly upsetting to learn that the hollow knight is hollow hollow. But that's very "I don't know what I expected."

[sadtonight]

Kissing you, kissing you, kissing you, kissing you- (additional entry)

Summary: you kissed him in more ways that he could imagine and more times he could count. But he had his preferences in kissing of course, reaching cloud nine when you did his favourite types~

Characters: Ace, Leona, Jade, Rook, Malleus;

Warnings: none, lots of kissing, a bit spicy, mentions of blood in Jade's part, reader is gender neutral, established romantic relationships;

Side notes: ah, those individuals. It's like love/hate thing depending on what sort of content of them I will encounter. Except for Rook, he's such a freak I'm kinda smitten ha ha... But if I knew any of them in real life, we would throw hands on every second encounter lmao.

Ace

— what Ace really hates is the concept of hesitate. What's there to be unsure of? Just pick something and be done with it. Yeah, that's why after short lived pining and countless lame "are we together or something?" hints the ginger came up you to one day and encouraged you to finally admit that you definitely had a thing for him;

— how you become a couple was rather straightforward and casual, and yet Ace hated how his cheeks were so hot, praying for his heart not to break his ribs from how much it was pounding at that moment. The way you stupidly smiled and how you told him that you indeed liked him very very much almost made him howl from happiness;

— Ace is experienced in dating or at the very least he knows what to do, like hugging, holding hands, cuddling, eating from the same plate, playing with each others hair, going to college together etc etc. Oh right, and kissing of course!

— the ginger was such a tease and he knew that. He would intentionally sway his face from you when you reached out to meet his soft lips, which at that point needed a punch instead of a kiss. It was strange how professional and amateur he was in making out at the same time. Angling your face with one hand, the other resting in your shoulder, but his tongue being all over the place. Ace preferred that kind of kisses, or at least that's what he told you;

— one time you stayed over in Heartslabyul dorm, both of you chilling out in his shared room that was lucky empty that evening. It was a comfortable silence — Ace was a bit groggy from a hard day so he didn't speak much. You laid on the bed beside your boyfriend, watching him play some game on the smartphone, his head currently resting close to your chest;

— all while you combed his hair in a steady, lulling motion. Ace almost succumbed to sleep, until he heard you quietly wishing him good night, and feathery pressing your lips to his face: his eyelids, his forehead, his cheekbones with cheeks, his nose, his jaw and finally his mouth. Why in Twisted Wonderland you were so damn adorable?? After saying it out loud, he opened his eyes and turned his head to the side. Ace was as red as roses he often painted, and despite not saying a single word after, he hoping you would continue. Hey quit staring and... please continue kissing him...

Leona

— generally nonchalant about kissing. If you want to stick to lion's side, clinging to his arm and leaning on his chest he wouldn't mind at all, unless you get in the way. Although same doesn't applies for kissing: if you demand kisses he would poke fun at your "desperation" but if you politely ask for permission to peck him he will, with a scowl or pokerface, give in and let you do the thing, with great reluctance in public though;

— honestly he didn't care, lazily making out when both of you are cuddled somewhere warm was amazing, case closed. But Leona wouldn't say it's his top one choice — however, if asked about his favourite type he would change the topic, unless it's you who was asking, because in that instance he still wouldn't give you a solid answer. The truth is that both of you knew what it was;

— the prideful male hated, despised, absolutely loathed how you could just come up to his sitting or laying form and...kiss his head. That's right, that's it. First you lightly ruffled his hair with your hand, and when Leona started to grumble, you would crane down and press your lips to the crown of his head or to the space near his ears — the worst places by far;

— it's not supposed to feel so nice, it was unfair how this tiny stupid gesture made him all warmed up inside. Like he was some plain house cat or something. The beastman now has to be on an extra lookout for the annoying hunter: if that creepy guy found out about how vulnerable Leona is to head kisses...it won't end well. Similarly, if Ruggie found out, then the lion can expect constant snickers and mockery from the hyena boy;

— but if you point it out, while actually pressing kisses onto his head, which was resting on your chest, Leona would tell you to shut up already. Provided you feel bold enough to keep teasing him about his soft side, he would bring you down, pinning your hands with one hand while squishing your face with another, loom over you. Care to repeat what you have just said?

— if you want to be "roughed up" so badly you should have just asked, he is more than happy to put you back into place. Oh? Leona won't stand a chance against you? Hah, sounds like a bunch of crap but sure, amuse him will ya? He already won you over, little battles like these are child's play.

Jade

— now if you only knew Jade on the surface level, as a prim and proper, polite and kind person, a true gentleman if you will, then it would "shock" you to know that he really really enjoys all kinds of unexpected kisses from his beloved partner;

— merman couldn't just get enough of them! Ordinary things that ordinary land couples do were very educational and, simply put, nice to experience: it involved so much mouth work and care, like not losing track of time in order to not forget to breath, or not to bite your tongue off in the heat of the moment. If any of the aforementioned situations happened, your boyfriend would actually feel just a drop of guilt instead of pure gloat, rubbing circles on your cheeks in a comforting manner as you heavily pant or swallow saliva mixed with your own blood;

— when it came to unexpected kisses however, Jade would rather not be a "surpriser" but a "victim". He was merely browsing books in the college library when all of the sudden you popped up out of nowhere and unexpectedly smooched his slightly parted lips and skipped off to do your things. Weren't you the most adorable one? Albeit bystanders were not all too pleased...

— said bystanders were mostly Floyd and Azul that did not, in fact, asked to be subjected to your amorous business. Floyd had to drag his twin brother away to finally get to alchemistry classes when your hugging and pecking was taking way too much time. And Azul had to literally make a fake coughing fit just for his vice dorm leader to finally tear his face away from yours and give him proper attention;

— what gets Jade to absolutely lose his mind is lipstick that easily leaves marks. When he sees the beauty product carefully applied to your lips he can't help but playfully, expectantly smile at you. At first he was quite upset upon seeing his face, neck and shirt covered in a colour of your lips, yet it was weirdly fascinating. Merman helped you apply lipstick back, gently gliding the tube along your lower lip while holding your chin up, but insisted on leaving those pretty love marks you left intact;

— the reaction it raised from his dear brother and dorm leader was priceless. Hmm? You want to say that Jade has a lipstick marks on his shirt's collar, neck, jawline, cheeks and everywhere near his mouth? Oya, you are absolutely correct, he must have not noticed it, how careless of him. Your watchfulness is much appreciated. Que to Azul gagging mentally, and Floyd physically.

Rook

— mon amour, there is no type of affection in the whole universe and beyond that Rook Hunt doesn't love or hasn't expressed yet!! The man showers people with all sorts of commentary on whatever attribute has caught his keen eye, so naturally he can't seem to stop showering you with praise on whatever topic he witness you get involved in;

— the huntsman is very physical with his partner too, if you don't mind that is, since he respects and cares for your wishes. Rook always has one on his hands on your body, like resting his hand on your waist or cradling your hand in a loose hold. Bien sûr, he also never left without planting a kiss onto your being!

— ah, pressing his lips to the back of your hand when you visit Pomefiore, pecking the side of your face when you don't face him directly while you sat together, lurching to your mouth to taste the last bite of the dessert from the your tongue — the delicious looking sweet treat he has been watching you idly eating in the courtyard on the bench for the past fifteen minutes;

— it's easy to kiss Rook once or twice, yet impossible to make out with his mouth running French miles each time you pull away just a little to take a breather or to shift. Additionally, your boyfriend was unreasonably busy, leaving you very little time to get things truly going;

— do not fret through, the huntsman tries his very best to clear his schedule enough to spare you the right amount of time, so you both wouldn't rush things before they escalate to something more... something he admitted to be enjoying way to far;

— Rook is the most desperate when you initiate long, slow, steady and oh so sweet make out session. Sitting or laying down as close possible, limbs wrapped around each other's bodies. It was incredibly warm, like you went ablaze, no matter how much clothes were discarded;

— the pace at which your lips unhurriedly shifted was driving Rook insane, his constantly sharp hunter senses dulling ever so slightly, the only thing on his air deprived mind being to kiss you again, again, again and again for as long as humanly possible. French words and phrases would seep out of this throat, worshiping your sheer existence. L'amour dangereux, he kept chanting, yet kissing you once more, for longer than before.

Malleus

— the fae could have never imagined how charming the kissing process actually was: not long after you two begun kissing on the regular basis he finally realised the appeal. Truly, you will never know until you try it for yourself;

— Malleus acknowledged your affection that was present in the every lightest peck to his skin, soon enough his own infatuation translating into pressing his lips to the part of your face he could easily reach. He adored how surprised you were at the start, your little heart freezing for just a moment when his mouth connected with your forehead. The astonishment quickly wore down after a couple of months unfortunately, but nonetheless the kissing part never got tiresome or boring;

— you had to explain each and every kiss you made since your boyfriend hardly could see the difference. The results and intentions are all the same isn't that right? Turns out formal hand kissing could be romantic too. Malleus found it incredibly amusing, to the point of smirking like a child, when you took his large hand and gracefully yet casually drew your face forward to meet his pale knuckles. It felt so gratifying to receive such treatment considering he was a future king of Briar Valley — something which you regarded without fear or apprehension;

— in turn, dragon fae wished to return the favour. Not a single type of kiss could be satisfactory to the degree that in his opinion would make you as delighted as him. Malleus had tried to apply already existing knowledge of kissing onto you, only to teleport away, with no explanation, to ponder on what else to test when he didn't get the reaction he expected to prompt;

— you never minded the weird antics your boyfriend sometimes drabbled in. He was yours after all, and you loved him either way. You cuddled up to his chest, adjusting in his lap while Malleus was reading an old book. Taking note of your movements, the male brushed the side of your face with his fingers painted in black nail polish;

— you used this opportunity to catch his hand and snuggle into it, pressing light quick pecks all over the slightly cold skin. Malleus could crash gemstones with his bare hands, lift the heaviest objects and ignite or freeze his limbs in a split second, but you adoringly squeezed them with your weaker ones, just having your lips resting on his wrist. Such a precious, mortal, beloved being you were, weren't you?

[junicai]

Relationship with NCT Dream

➣ MARK ☾ mari

½ of the best friend crew

honestly at the beginning, mark and aria weren’t very close, having only really seen each other in passing or with johnny

but after being dropped into training together the two quickly became fast friends, and now they’re borderline inseparable

you thought you knew pain? watch aria’s reaction to mark’s graduation from dream :)

mark’s the reason why aria felt confident enough to pitch some of her lyric ideas to the team, after staying up until 4am to help her make some edits so she was as confident as possible

kinda just, rests his head on her shoulder? and wraps his arms around her waist when he’s tired

mari being confused in foreigner: ???

aria said once in a vlive that she finds mark really comforting to be around - when she feels stressed or worried about something she’ll go to mark’s room and just sit on his bed for a while

aria is so close with his parents - “ahh, how’s my favourite child” “i’m doing great mom.” “no not you, how’s aria?” “wh-hu-MOM?”

you’d swear sometimes mark is younger than her, considering the pout he puts on and how much he whines when they’re not on the same team together for promotions

mark big protecc boi but also little small cuddly boi

they’re so soft for each other ( ╥ω╥ )

in one of the fancams for mark’s solo stage during superm, someone zoomed into aria singing along with him in the wings and dancing to herself with the Proudest Smile™

he’s! so! proud! of! her! constantly! she could be walking and he’d be like “omg get it”

when aria refuses to get up and make herself food (this happens way too often, she just gets into the groove of her work and doesn’t want to move) mark gets her to by threatening to do it himself

consistently caught by czennies just standing behind her and holding her hand in crowded areas - airports, waiting rooms, etc.

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

mark and aria were standing off to one side as the mc explained the rules of the game they were about to be playing. mark looked totally confused, and elbowed aria in her side before looking down and mouthing “what?” to her. aria opened her mouth, before closing it and looking down at the ground, muttering to herself, “결합… 結合….. le chéile…. le… le.. oh oh - combined! we have to put them together, markie.”and thus, a new confusion meme was born

➣ RENJUN ☾ renjaria

renjun and aria room together while she’s promoting with dream

they were so awkward around each other at the beginning :(

only really spoke in passing, or when they had to

it was renjun that broke the ice at first, asking if she wanted to go shopping for the dorm together

now it’s their thing

“no aria, we can’t get more ice-cream we’re all supposed to be on diets.” “but  ｡ﾟ･ (>﹏<) ･ﾟ｡ please”

he’s lowkey soft for her but he’d rather throw himself off the roof then tell her that

piano pals

he started teaching her how to properly play once he found her messing around on a keyboard in the studio one day

they actually argue quite a bit

not about big things, but about smaller things that push each other over the edge because of stress

the first time he yelled at her, aria spent the night in hyuck’s room 

hyuck yelled at renjun for making her cry 

now they’re probably the best pairing for talking through their emotions instead of blowing up on each other

they’re both quite opinionated people, and they’ve learnt to navigate that well so fights don’t happen as often

does that stop renjun from teasing aria an within an inch of her life? absolutely not

“i’ll kill you” “can you, reach?” “LISTEN HERE-”

he acts like he’s 10ft tall, excuse you sir you are barely 5′6″

renjun was her mandarin teacher for a while, but then kun kindly told her that her “introduction” was actually calling herself an idiot 

aria has a bad problem with saesangs go away bitches and renjun is iconic for going off on them for her because she doesn’t like to make a big deal out of it all 

he gets so angry on her behalf

that was actually a topic of one of their biggest arguments smh

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

aria was leaning on a pile of books to prop herself up as she leant forwards to try and hang a string of lights on her bedroom wall. renjun walked in, and immediately came to her aid, speaking with a teasing tone. “need a hand?” 

aria, without ceremony just elbowed him in the stomach and used his then folded up figure to push herself up higher. “yes, thank you!”

she got hate for that one, but it was all in good fun and renjun was laughing after it

➣ JENO ☾ nori

aria is his princess and everyone else can fight him

like they’re both doyoung’s children, but if it comes down to it he will lay down his life for her

and not even in a romantic way, just a “you’re too precious i have to protect you” kind of way

czennies thought he was in love with her for the entirety of nct 2018 promotions

this boy was hanging off of her at any given second, and there was an edited video of jeno “glaring” at lucas’ back when the taller boy walked away after hugging aria

it was faked, stan twt needs to chill out

he drags her to the gym 

he’s basically her big brother? but they’re the same age - its a weird dynamic but they make it work

they’re so LOUD together

not chaotic, but he makes her laugh so hard 

vlive 191030: “nono-ah makes my cheeks hurt so i can’t spend too long around him. my sides hurt too ~  ♡(｡- ω -)”

any and all fanfictions written about the two are definitely either coffee shop, university or library AUs

this man walks like a bodyguard around her - boy got the arm over the shoulder, tucked her head into him, covering her face, its a whole ordeal

dispatch released some pictures of aria one day and accidentally blurred out jeno’s face because they thought he was her bodyguard 

is so. so mindful of how long aria spends in the training rooms

like, yes everyone else expects her home before midnight (long story)

but jeno actively makes sure to ask people what time she left the dorm at, and texts her to remind her to take water breaks and to come home at a good time so she can sleep 

these two are the creators of so many iconic vlives - they have a bad habit of going live at 1 or 2 in the morning, just doing random things

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

“hi hi! so, nono and i- jeno stop it, stop it! - nono and i are walking down to the park to go feed the birds - yes we’re going to feed the bird- no! we are not going to feed the ducks, bread can kill the ducks! why did you bring brea-”

jeno pulled the camera from aria’s hands. “ari and i,” he looked at her purposefully, “are going back to the dorms because someone forgot to bring the bird seed, and apparently we can’t give bread to ducks anymore.”

*sounds of aria intermittently hitting and scolding jeno ensue*

➣ DONGHYUCK ☾ arichan

the other half of the best friend crew

absolute heathens to be around when they are together

donghyuck is the person aria is closest to, and someone she’d call her best friend (only when she was sure he wouldn’t hear her)

she calls him “the demon child i can’t get rid of” but will, and has definitely pouted when he ignored her for too long

generally aria is a pretty soft spoken person, but not with hyuck around - he brings out all her chaos energy (please pray for the patience of dotae)

the pair have a little tradition of kissing the back of each others’ hands before going on stage for good luck. they can’t even remember how it started, but now its an unnegotiable pre-show ritual

he’s so clingy with her absolutely everywhere its painfully adorable  (ಥ﹏ಥ)

interviews? hyuck has a hand on her knee, or if she’s wearing a skirt he’s tucked his hand in between their chairs so she can hold it discreetly. in the dorms? full body tackle onto the couch, where he proceeds to lay on top of her completely.

because of hyuck’s nickname being the sun, and aria always being around him, czennies gave her the nickname “moon” to go with him

fans thought that aria was older than hyuck for a good year and a half before she released her birthday on a vlive, because she’s normally the one tasked with reigning his chaotic energy in during promotions (that is, if she hasn’t already joined him)

but off-camera, aria is absolutely hyuck’s baby there is no disputing that. aria’s sad?he’s there with ice-cream and a blanket and a baseball bat.

the winnie the pooh character that is on aria’s bed was a gift from hyuck for her 17th birthday, after she made him watch seven episodes of the show on netflix with her one night

yes he complained, but he slapped her hand away when she went to change it to something else

a twitter thread of a czennie comparing their horoscopes together went viral when people realized that it was quite plausible that the pair were each others (platonic) soulmates

after an incident involving blueberries, donghyuck took it upon himself to check the ingredients of every. single. food item in their dorm to make sure it was ok for her to eat

hyuck clowns her for her irish accent, and aria curses him out in japanese

tldr: they cute or whatever

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT. 

donghyuck was doing a vlive in his bedroom, sitting and talking to czennies when aria opened the door to his room quietly. she didn’t say anything, just waved slightly with almost closed eyes before she crawled underneath his covers and tucked her plushie underneath her chin. hyuck didn’t even blink at it - so it must have been a regular occurrence.

➣ JAEMIN ☾ nari

jaemin highkey flusters her

not in a oo you’re so cute, cute boy make nerves go eeee

but he’ll wink at her and teasingly compliment her and now she looks like a firetruck this isn’t fair

he absolutely takes advantage of this where ever possible 

“riri, can i have some?” “no, i just made these you should have helped me (-_-)” “riri~ but you looked so cute making them i didn’t want to interrupt you~” *aria.exe has stopped responding*

but when aria isn’t trying to get her cheeks to stop being red, they’re really cute together 

you’d swear aria is older, by how much jaemin whines for her attention

the mighty battles between jaemin and hyuck

hyuck’s just biding his time for the rooftop fight

kinda panics around her when she’s crying, but is always the first to offer up a hug 

has a period tracker on his phone but no one knows about it 

he doesn’t like to coddle her because they’re so close in age, but that doesn’t stop him from getting protective in certain situations *cough cough the fansign cough cough*

jaemin and aria cuddling when they’re drunk? more likely than you’d think

he definitely professed his undying love for her at one point while being drunk, and chenle caught it on video 

“noona we’re playing that at your wedding” 

designated blanket/pillow hunter at award shows, and if he can’t find one then he usually just gives her his jacket

the amount of coffee these two consume should be illegal 

aria prefers to call him nana and he prefers to call her riri in the dorms, so when either of them get called by their first name by the other it means A: they’re on a schedule, or B: someone’s about to die

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT. 

nct dream on idol room were trying out jaemin’s death-in-a-cup (his coffee) and as the cup got passed around, aria grew more and more concerned with each face the members made. “jaemin if i die from this-”

he only smiled at her while passing over the cup. aria held it up to look at the black liquid skeptically, before sighing in resignation and bringing the cup to her lips to take a sip. 

and then another.

“wait this is good i like this”

➣ CHENLE ☾ leri

hide yo kids and hide yo wives because leri is entering the chat

*cue aria and chenle wearing 2000s rapper clothes with backwards baseball caps*

these two are so chaotically calm

its like the energy cancels out or something 

aria with hyuck is just so loud and obnoxious, and the same with chenle with jisung

so when you put those two together it just turns into le positive vibes

you ever meditated to those 132 hertz sounds? thats them in a sound 

aria will hold him like a baby kitten she’s expecting to try wriggle out of her grip at any moment and its comical because he’s a good head taller than her

aria definitely has a knack for making her groupmates’ parents fall in love with her

every two weeks or so she goes for dinner in chenle’s house upon his mother’s request

they have a mutual understanding of the mental toll it takes to be around the rest of the dreamies constantly

chenle and aria sitting peacefully, watching a cdrama: 

the dreamies, throttling each other: AAAAAAAAAAA

will never admit it but he misses her the most when she goes away to promote

he thinks of her as a big sister and the dorms feel empty without her there

aggressive proud hugs 

so aggressive, he legit tackles her

he had to tone it down after knocking her over once backstage and she narrowly missed clocking herself on a nearby soundboard 

“YAH ZHONG CHENLE YOU HAVE TO BE CAREFUL!”

he always gets a little bit anxious when they eat things outside of the dorms because he’s never seen her have an allergic reaction before and he’d like to keep it that way  (`皿´＃)

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT. 

chenle was particularly restless that day, constantly shuffling about in his seat to the point where renjun forcefully tossed an arm over his shoulders to hold him still while the vlive was still playing.

not one to be defeated, chenle then turned to press his lips to renjun’s cheek playfully, laughing when the older boy turned away in disgust. he turned to do the same to aria, coming closer to her cheek before aria turned her head to face his.

“AAA-” “EW CHENLE WHY”

➣ JISUNG ☾ jiri

oh god oh god oh god

if aria could take this boy and wrap him in a blanket and keep him in her pocket she would - no questions asked 

jisung knows she loves him the most out of dream sorry markhyuck and takes advantage of it every second

she used to coddle him a lot when he was smaller, but now that he’s older aria tries to rein it in as much as possible

that doesn’t mean it goes away completely though

“noona can you cook for me?” “of course jisungie! what do you want?” 

*jeno gobsmacked in the background* “you just told me you were too tired to cook tonight”

aria: big baby, must protect

jisung: tiny noona, must protect

jaemin and aria are really the only people jisung is ok with seeing him be super emotional - and he flip flops between the two depending on the reason why he’s emotional

self-esteem, feeling poopy side of it all? straight into aria’s bed, letting her roll him onto his side so she can tuck his head into her shoulder and covers the two of them with her duvet the way she used to do when he was shorter

this boy cannot curse around her unless he wants to get his ass Beat

dancing bros

they go so hard in their NCT Dance duet videos 

he keeps band-aids in his bag for her in exchange for her keeping an extra bottle of water in hers because jisung always forgets his own

jisung rests his elbow on her head a lot

but only briefly because the last time he stayed there for too long she stamped on his foot

tldr: aria is jisung’s emotional support gnome

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT. 

jisung and aria were doing the chicken leg battle (this one) to fight for first dibs on the rooms they were going to be sharing for the next week or so. just before they were about to start, mark started laughing and pointing at how high jisung’s leg came up on aria’s, with aria’s knee barely hitting jisung’s mid-thigh

“this is an unfair advantage! this is cheating!”

[lochtayboatsong]

The Jesus Christ Superstar essay absolutely no one asked for.

Last weekend, I watched the pro-shot of the 2012 arena tour of Jesus Christ Superstar starring Ben Forster, Tim Minchin, and Melanie C, because it was Easter and it was up on YT for the weekend.  I never managed to do my annual listen-through of Leonard Bernstein’s Mass this year, as is my usual Easter tradition, so I figured “Why not watch/listen to this instead?”  It was my first time seeing and hearing JCS in full, and Y’ALL, it has been living rent-free in my brain ever since.  I have a mighty need to get my thoughts out, so here they are, in chronological order by song.  

1) Prologue: I love the way JCS 2012 makes use of the arena video screen.  The production design and concept clearly took a lot of inspiration from the “Occupy ______” movement, which makes it feel a bit dated now.  But every single production of JCS is a product of its time period, so this is a feature and not a bug.  

2) Heaven On Their Minds: This is a straight-up rock song.  It wouldn’t be out of place on any rock and roll album released between 1970 and 2021, and it boggles my mind that Webber and Rice were both in their early twenties when they wrote it.  Also, the lyric “You’ve begun to matter more than the things you say” hits hard no matter the year.

3) What’s the Buzz: A+ use of the arena screens again, this time bringing in social media to set the tone.  Also, this song establishes right from the outset that Jesus is burnt out and T I R E D by this point in the story.  Seriously, can we just let this man have a nap?

4) Strange Thing Mystifying: Judas publicly calls out Mary and Jesus claps back.  Folx, get you a partner who will defend your honor the way Jesus defends MM in this scene.  Also Jesus loses his shoes and is mostly barefoot for the remainder of the show.

5) Everything’s Alright: Okay, this is one of the songs I have A LOT to say about.  First, it’s important to know that I was a church musician throughout all of my adolescence and into my early adulthood.  The pianist at the services I usually played at was a top-notch jazz pianist, and also my piano teacher for about six years while I as in high school and undergrad.  (Incidentally, I had a HUGE crush on his son, who was/is a jazz saxophonist and clarinetist and also played in the church band, but that’s a story for another day.)  One of the hymns we played a few times a year was called “Sing of the Lord’s Goodness,” which is notable for being in 5/4 time.  Whenever this hymn was on the schedule, it was usually the recessional, or the last song played as the clergy processed out and the congregation got ready to leave, so we were able to have some fun with it.  After a couple verses the piano player and his son would usually morph it into “Take Five,” a famous jazz standard by Dave Brubeck which is also in 5/4 time.  Anyway, the first time I listened to this song in full, it got to Judas’s line “People who are hungry, people who are starving,” and I sat bolt upright and went “HOLY SHIT THIS IS ‘SING OF THE LORD’S GOODNESS/TAKE FIVE.’”  And I was ricocheted back in time to being fourteen and trying to keep up with this father/son duo in a cavernous Catholic church while simultaneously making heart-eyes at the son.  Final note: This is the only song in the musical to feature all three leads (Jesus, Judas, and Mary Magdalene) and is mostly Jesus and MM being soft with each other in between bouts of Jesus and Judas snarling at one another.

6) This Jesus Must Die: I LOVE that all the villains in this production are in tailored suits.  LOVE IT.  Also, Caiaphas and Annas are a comedy duo akin to “the thin guy and the fat guy,” except in this case it’s “the low basso profundo and the high tenor.”  Excellent use of the arena video screen again, this time as CCTV.

7) Hosanna: My background as a church musician strikes back again.  It honestly took me two or three listens to catch it, but then I had another moment of sitting bolt upright and going “HOLY SHIT THIS IS A PSALM.”  Psalms sung in church usually take the form of call-and-response, with a cantor singing the verses and the congregation joining in for the chorus.  If I close my eyes during this song, I have no trouble imagining Jesus as a church cantor singing the verses and then bringing the congregation in for the “Ho-sanna, Hey-sanna” chorus. 

8) Simon Zealotes: This is part “Gloria In Excelsis” and part over-the-top Gospel song.  Honestly it’s not my favorite, but it marks an important mood change in the show.  The end of “Hosanna” is probably Jesus at his happiest in the entire show, and then Simon comes in and sours the mood by trying to tip the triumphant moment into a violent one.  Jesus is not truly happy again from this moment on.

9) Poor Jerusalem: Also not my fave.  It kinda reads like Webber and Rice realized that Jesus didn’t have a solo aria in Act I, so they came up with this.  But it has the distinction of containing the lyric, “To conquer death you only have to die,” which is the biggest overarching theme of the story.

10) Pilate’s Dream: Pontius Pilate might be the most underrated role in this entire show, and I love that this production has him singing this song while being dressed in judge’s robes.  

11) The Temple: The first half of this is one of the campiest numbers in Act I, at least in this production, and it’s awesome.  The second half is one of the saddest, as Jesus tries to heal the sick but finds there are too many of them.  Also the whole scene is almost entirely in 7/8 time, which I think is just cool.

12) I Don’t Know How To Love Him: Mary Magdalene’s big aria, and one of the songs I knew prior to seeing the full-length show.  This production has MM taking off her heavy lipstick and eye makeup onstage, mid-song, which is kind of cool.  Melanie C says in a BTS interview that MM’s makeup is her armor, so this is a Big Symbolic Moment.

13) Damned For All Time: The scene transition into this song is played entirely in pantomime, and I love it.  The solo guitarist gets to be onstage for a bit, A+ use of the video screen again to show Judas on CCTV, etc.  Love it.  And then this song is Judas frantically rationalizing what he’s doing, and what he’s about to do, with Caiphas and Annas just reacting with raised eyebrows and knowing looks.

14) Blood Money: This is where the tone of the show really takes a turn for the dark.  I think this might be one of Tim Minchin’s finest moments as Judas, because his facial expressions and microexpressions throughout this scene speak absolute volumes.  And the offstage chorus quietly singing “Well done Judas” as he picks up the money is a positively chilling way to end Act I.

15) The Last Supper: Act II begins with major “Drink With Me” vibes.  (Except JCS came WAY before Les Miz, so it’s probably more accurate to say that “Drink With Me” has major “The Last Supper” vibes.)  Jesus and Judas have their knock-down, drag-out fight, and it’s honestly heartbreaking, thanks again to Tim Minchin’s facial expressions.  A well-done production of JCS will really convey that Jesus and Judas were once closer than brothers, even though their relationship is at breaking point when Act I begins.

16) Gethsemane: This is Jesus’s major showpiece and one of my faves.  Jesus knows he has less than 24 hours to live, he knows he’s going to suffer, and worst of all, he doesn’t know whether it’s going to be worth it.  It’s an emotional rollercoaster to watch and to perform, and it goes on for ages: something like 6 or 7 minutes.  Fun fact: the famous G5 is not written in the score.  Ian Gillan, who played Jesus on the original concept album, just sang it that way, so most subsequent Jesuses have also done it that way.  Lindsay Ellis has a great supercut of this on YT.  John Legend notably sang the line as written during the 2018 concert.  

17) The Arrest: Judas’s Betrayer’s Kiss is played differently across different productions.  The 2012 version is pretty tame - I’ve seen clips and gifs of other productions, including the 2000 direct-to-video version, where they kiss fully on the mouth and have to be dragged apart by the guards and it is THE MOST TENDER THING.  Then the 7/8 riff from “The Temple” comes back and the 2012 version lets the video screen do its thing again as Jesus is swarmed by reporters.

18) Peter’s Denial: Not much to say about this one, as it’s basically a scene transition.  But it’s a significant moment in the Passion story, so I’m glad they included it.

19) Pilate and Christ: The 2012 production continues with the theme of Caiaphas, Annas, and Pilate all being bougie af, since Pilate intentionally looks like he just came from tennis practice during this scene.  Also he does pilates...hehehe.

20) King Herod’s Song: Tim Minchin says in a BTS interview that JCS works best when Jesus and Judas are played seriously and the rest of the production is allowed to be completely camp and wild and bizarre all around them, and he is bloody well CORRECT about that.  Case in point: King Herod.  There is not a single production of JCS that I know of where Herod is played “straight.”  He’s been played by everyone from Alice Cooper to Jack Black, and everyone puts a different zany spin on him.  In JCS 2012 he’s a chat show host in a red crushed velvet suit, who is clearly having the time of his LIFE. 

21) Could We Start Again Please: This is another of my faves.  Just a quiet moment where MM, Peter, and the disciples try to grapple with the fact that Jesus is arrested and things are going very, very badly.  This is also my favorite Melanie C moment of the 2012 show.  Her grief is very real, and the little moment she has with Peter at the end is very real.

22) Death of Judas: This is basically Tim Minchin screaming for about five minutes, and incredibly harrowing to watch on first viewing.  

23) Trial Before Pilate: Possibly my single favorite scene in the entire 2012 production.  This is another harrowing watch, but there’s so much to take in.  The “set” that the entire show takes place on is essentially just a massive staircase, and the people with power are almost always positioned above the people without power.  In this scene, the crowd shouting “Crucify Him!” is positioned above Pilate, which is a very telling clue to Pilate’s psychology during this scene.  Jesus is at the very bottom of the stairs, of course.  Excellent use of the video screen once again during the 39 Lashes, to show the lash marks building and building until the entire screen is a wash of red.  Pilate’s counting also gets more and more frantic, especially starting around “20.”  And all the while the guitar riff from “Heaven On Their Minds” is playing.  Jesus’s line “Everything is fixed and you can’t change it” is played quite differently in different productions - here it’s defiant, but elsewhere (in JCS 2000 for example) it’s almost tender, like Jesus is absolving Pilate for his part in the trial.  But it always ends the same - with Pilate almost screaming as he passes the sentence and “washes his hands” of the whole sorry business. 

24) Superstar: The most over-the-top number in the show.  Judas, who died two scenes ago, comes back to sing this.  There are soul singers.  There are girls in skimpy angel costumes.  The parkour guys from the prologue are back.  Judas pulls a tambourine out of hammerspace midway through the song.  And Jesus is silently screaming and crying as he gets hoisted onto a lighting beam while all this is going on.

25) The Crucifixion: More of a spoken-word piece than a song, it’s Jesus’s final words on the cross over eerie piano music, and another harrowing watch.

26) John 19:41: An instrumental piece in which Jesus is taken from the cross and carried, at last, to the top of the stairs, before being lowered out of sight as the video screen turns into a memorial wall and everything fades to black.

So.  I know I’m anywhere from three to fifty-one years late to this particular party, but I am on the JCS bandwagon now and I’m thoroughly enjoying myself.  :)

[mangekyuou]

                                        NOVEMBER FOURTH ━ﾞ

⁺◟   PROMPT . . .           “i know i can’t make you run away with me...”

⁺◟   CHARACTERS . . .           roronoa zoro           fem!reader           mentions of the strawhats

⁺◟   GENRE . . .           smut           fluff           oneshot

⁺◟   SYNOPSIS . . .           princess ( y/n ) has bigger dreams than           becoming a queen and trophy wife to a           man who she doesn’t love. she doesn’t           believe those dreams can come true           until she meets an unfamiliar swordsman,           who offers her an escape.

⁺◟   CONTENT WARNINGS . . .           unprotected sex ‘ light choking ‘ oral           ( female receiving ) ‘ dirty talk ‘ a bit of           over-stimulation ‘ etc.

⁺◟   WORD COUNT . . .           3.2k.

⁺◟   COMMENTARY . . .           ( k/n ) = kingdom’s name

a shallow swallow, followed by a silent gasp filled the dimly lit chamber, decorated with the finest silvers, golds, and platinums, all of which one could adore. the only light had come from the balcony on one side of the room. white silk curtains, made with the utmost care and finest silk in all of the lands, in front of the balcony had flown in with the nightly, cool wind allowing the moonlight to seep in, bathing the face of a young maiden dressed in a long sleeveless lilac satin nightgown, that touched the cold hard floor beneath her feet.

the straps of her satin gown were slipping off of her smooth shoulders. she draped her arm across her clothed breasts, chills going down her spine. she shivered in the nightly, sinful wind, as her head rested on the shoulder of a tall, well-built, green-haired gentlemen standing behind her.

he wrapped an arm tightly around her waist, pressing her smaller frame against his larger one. the green-haired man’s free hand had grazed the soft skin on the woman’s neck.

his touches were the opposite of his hands and how he usually was. usually, they were brutal, deadly, and could easily kill. with her in his arms, they were gentle, sweet, and full of love and admiration. even if the man was a little rough with her sometimes.

if only anyone had seen the roronoa zoro, pirate hunter and swordsman, had such a tender side to him.

if only anyone had seen who the woman entrapped in his arms was.

princess ( y/n ), the future queen of ( k/n ). she was a noble, one who hated her title since she was a weak child. the young princess was not interested in dresses, makeup, marriage and other formalities women around her age worried themselves with. she cared more for traveling, fighting, and fulfilling her own selfish desires and dreams, not those of the kingdom. it wasn’t much of a mystery as to why the dear princess was not married yet.

well, the fair maiden was engaged to be married. her wedding was all planned out and set to happen in only a few weeks' time. she would marry her a marine captain from the marine base on the island and her childhood friend who had loved her since he could remember.

a man whom she could barely stay in the same room with anymore without the looming guilt of indifferent feelings toward him.

no matter how many times those three words spewed out of her mouth...i love you...she never meant them. no matter how many times she would give the marine a kiss on the cheek to send him off for his duties or hugged him before the two had said their goodnights and sweet dreams to one another, she never felt the same way.

she did not wish to marry a man she did not love. she did not want to marry at all.

on one of her escapes from the castle, she had ridden through town, hiding her identity. her ( e/c ) eyes drifted to the long wall of wanted posters full of criminals. seeing the posters had always fascinated her, seeing the many crooks from all of the grand line. her favorites were the pirates.

oh, how she wished to be one, and run away from being stuck in a castle, in a dress. it was her biggest dream. being a pirate would help her achieve her dream of traveling across the world and learn about different islands and their past.

a historian is what you could say she wanted to be. but she could never do it under the roof of strict nobility parents and the man she was going to marry soon.

that day, her eyes had landed on two new posters that were added to the very end of the long wall.

monkey d. luffy

roronoa zoro

their bounties were impressive. she had wondered what the two could have possibly done to receive such high amounts.

and that was when the unthinkable happened. out of the corner of her eye, she saw a green-haired man with three katanas attached at the hip, traveling lonesome, looking around the town as if he were lost.

and he was lost.

when he had approached her for directions, she clung tightly to the wanted poster in her hands. zoro saw the poster in her hands, mumbling curses to himself.

“are you this man?”

“and if i am?”

as he sized her up, she had done the same. even as he threatened to unsheathed one of his katanas, she did not budge, rather challenging him to start a battle. before he could, an orange-haired girl complaining about him getting lost had dragged him away.

that, of course, was not the last time the pair had crossed paths. they had only continued to bump into one another, as the straw hats waited for their log pose to log the island so they could go to another one.

( y/n )’s feet carried her to the docks where she saw it, their ship. she kept her distance, unsure of what to think of her acquaintance's nakama, though they shared no ill-will toward her. the captain who was pretty accepting, even pulled her onto the ship with...stretchable...arms, which worried her. pretty quickly, she had learned of devil fruits and their powers, especially when the little reindeer began speaking to her.

the rest of them seemed nice and lovely. of course, it was only lovely, until his nakama began referring to ( y/n ) as zoro’s little girlfriend. except sanji, who was still set on referring to her as princess.

when his nakama had settled down, leaving the two of them. he had apologized for their behavior, to which she said it wasn’t a big deal. a short silence sounded the two of them before she had opened up to him. a man who would probably never understand what she was going through. a man who lived his days as a pirate swordsman with a bounty so high, her mother would probably drop dead seeing the two of them even near each other.

and he listened. he clung to every word like no one had done before. every word she spoke, was a melody to his ears. she did not expect him to say all the right things, and he didn’t. but he did make her think.

“why don’t you run away with us? don’t think we have a historian on the crew yet. do you want to fill that position? our captain does like you.”

the idea had run through her mind since he said it. it was on a night just like tonight, the moonlight beaming down, bathing them.

she just hadn’t expected to fall so deeply in love with the swordsman.

he allowed his wandering hand to gently grab her neck, his thumb and index finger lightly applying pressure to the sides of her neck, making her gasp once more, this one a bit louder than the last.

he slowly guided her head to look at him. her dark, lust-filled eyes had looked into his, breathlessly. he loosened the pressure, “i know i can’t make you run away with me, but i damn sure won’t let you marry some marine.”

“you’re doing a pretty good job at convincing me to run away with you, i must say,” she teased, with a playful smirk. zoro removed his hand, making the maiden pout a bit. with his strong arms, he spun her around in his hold, grabbing the soft plush of her clothed thighs through her satin dress.

“up,” he said lowly. she jumps, wrapping her legs around his torso, exposing her legs to him, leaving her satin gown to bunch up at her waist. she wrapped an arm around him, pulling his head in for a passionate kiss. he secured her legs around his waist, walking backward to ( y/n )’s large bed, stumbling a bit. as the back of his legs hit the mattress, he sunk onto it. he pulled away from the kiss, a trail of spit from their tongues breaking.

he pulled the straps of the satin gown down, the bodice following in suit, exposing her breasts to him. he wasted absolutely no time, alternating between rough kisses, biting, and suction. she kept a hand on the back of his neck, as she threw her head back in pleasure and a bit of pain. she knew she would be left with hickeys and bruises all across her breasts in the next few days.

“let that marine bastard see these the next time he tries something,” he muttered against her chest between wet kisses, making her giggle through a moan.

“so, that’s what this is? you marking me out of jealousy?”

“i’ll do more than just mark you,” he warned, pulling her out of his lap and onto the mattress, quickly climbing on top of her.

his eyes had darkened, filling with sweet lust as they raked over her naked torso. zoro shifted down, prying her legs open, occupying the space between them, his favorite place to be. he pushed up her bunched up satin dress to reveal her damp panties.

he took a finger, allowing it to slide up and down her clothed slit, staring deep into her eyes with a shit-eating grin. a string of impatient soft whimpers and sighs surpassed the woman’s lips, as she stared down at her lover between her thighs, just the place she had wanted him the most. but he wouldn’t give it to her that easily. she knew him better than that.

he had yet to plaster his favorite part of her in hickeys. her inner thighs. the green-haired swordsman could go on and on about his obsession with her inner thighs, though he preferred being smothered between them.

“zoro, come on,” she whined, allowing her impatient hands to roam his clothed strong chest.

“impatient, are we?” he raised an eyebrow.

“shut up and fucking do something, please,” she begged.

a low chuckle left his lips, “such a vulgar princess.” he pulled away from her, standing on his knees. the swordsman. he grabbed the sides of his white shirt, pulling it over his head, throwing it somewhere off into the darkness of the room. next, he untied his black bandana from his left bicep, as he climbed over ( y/n ). he took her wrists into one hand, tying them together tightly to one of the many rails of the bed frame above her head.

“zoro―”

the swordsman took her chin between his thumb and index finger, forcing her to look into his eyes, “impatient and vulgar princesses don’t get to touch. think of it as punishment. you’ll be a good girl for me, won’t you ( y/n )?”

the maiden nodded, as she gulped. she felt a wave of chills crawl down his spine as she squirmed beneath him, her legs threatening to close. “you like when i call you that, huh? you just want to be my little good girl, don’t you? i want words this time.”

“y-y-yes...zoro. i want to be y-your good g-girl,” she stuttered out.

he released her chin, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses down her body, stopping at the satin gown that still resided at her hips. his large hands gripped the sides of the gown, sliding them carefully down her legs, dropping it near the side of the queen-sized bed.

he opened her legs once more, leaving a trail of kisses, each kiss becoming rougher than the one before it. as he disconnected, she could hear a loud pop. he whispered, “you are so perfect,” between every kiss desperately as if he were never going to be able to tell her those four words again.

accompanying her deep sighs of pleasure and light pain, was a dark blush of embarrassment on his lover’s face. she could never get used to the swordsman saying such compliments while face deep in her thighs, near her delicate center.

body worship was his favorite thing, both receiving and giving, though he preferred giving. he gave one last rough kiss, before turning his attention to her now soaked panties. he slid the fabric to the side, revealing her glistening folds. “fuck,” he whispered, “i did this to you?’

“s-shut up,” ( y/n ), stuttered out, “don’t get all fucking cocky.”

he shook his head at her, allowing his fingers to spread open her glistening folds, before shoving two of his digits into her hot, wet hole. “nghh...oh fuck,” she breathed out, jolting forward against the restraints.

“what happened to being my good girl? you were doing so well,” he teased, scissoring her folds roughly. he watched with a smirk, watching her begin to lose her mind, her head tossed back in pleasure, as she tried to fuck herself onto his digits trying to match his pace. a tent formed in his pants, being restrained by the fabric of his trousers. when did his pants become so fucking tight? had they always been this way?

“you’re so fucking pretty like this. so. fucking. pretty. i hope you don’t mind me having a taste,” he muttered as he inched forward, licking a long stride up her folds, making her shiver. a loud sigh left her lips, as she pulled against the restraint, only making it tighter on her wrists. zoro chuckled against her heat, the vibrations going through her body.

he pulled away slightly, making her whimper. the swordsman spit between her folds in a way to claim her and her core as his and his alone. she could feel his spit running down her slit. it was always a sign that he would not stop until he was satisfied.

zoro grips onto her thighs, tight enough to bruise as he buried his rough tongue between her folds, drinking in her essence before his lips gently suckle on her clit. ( y/n ) gripped the rails just above her head in pleasure. the swordsman’s ears drunk up every moan, every whimper, and every cry that spilled out of his lover’s lips. he slid two fingers, curling them as his tongue circles her clit.

“zoro, fuck. i’m...ah...i’m so close,” she warned between mewls and pants. he did not stop his ministrations, rather, he continued listening to her sinful voice rising in octaves. his black, lust-filled eyes fixated on the way her face displayed the pleasure she was experiencing. her back arched slightly as her thighs tried to clamp shut, though his hands on her thighs were stronger, keeping her in place as he growled against her center.

“be still.”

her toes curl as a cry that was a bit too loud passed her lips and filled the air. her body squirmed underneath him, reaching that sweet peak. the first of tonight. he placed a kiss on her hip bone before pressing the pads of his three fingertips against her clit, rubbing rapidly. the room filled with overstimulated whimpering echoes of his name. “i know you can cum again,” he spoke, the friction of his calloused fingertips against her bud, ruthless. it didn’t take long for the band to stretch again.

“oh...fuck!”

the second peak. her body wrenched, eyes squeezed shut as she squeezed onto her the rails, the whites of her knuckles beginning to show. faded, white dots danced along the darkness of her closed eyelids, chest heaving in desperation for air intake.

zoro rose from in between her thighs, retracting his fingers, earning a small gasp. ( y/n ) laid there, her chest rising and falling, looking at the swordsman above her. his tongue wrapped around them, his black eyes never leaving his lover’s as he licked them clean, “you are as tasty as you look.”

he reached down, grabbing the hem of his trousers, “if it were any other time, i wouldn’t mind filling that pretty mouth of yours. but i’m aching to be inside of you.”

“finally,” she rolled her eyes playfully. he shook his head, “bratty until the very end, huh princess?”

“you fucking love it, roronoa.”

he smirked, “you bet i fucking do.” he pulled his trousers all the way down to his ankles, allowing his hardened cock to spring free. he pulled his trousers all the way off, flinging them onto the ground.

zoro aligned his head up with her core, rubbing the tip in her arousal to lubricate his cock before slowly singing into her tightness. a light grunt fell past his lips in satisfaction. he buried himself into her ever so deeply, making sure she felt every inch.

“fuuuck...” she mewled, head thrown back in pleasure. he slowly rolled out, only leaving the tip inside of her before snapping his hips forward in a hard thrust. he reached down, grabbing her chin, and planted an open rough kiss to her lips. as he pulled away, a string of saliva had connected their mouths.

each thrust hit the edge of her g-spot, sending shivers down her spine. he knew her body so well. a mix of profanities, moans, and skin slapping against each other filled the room. zoro felt every clench of her walls tightening around his cock, reaching down to rub at her clit. his thumb rubbed messy, rapid circles that had his lover folding in on herself with pleasure.

her eyes screwed shut, focused on the inner fire within her and the sound of the swordsman’s filthy words in her ear.

“if only you could see how you look. the future queen of ( k/n ), losing her mind, getting...fucked by a lowly pirate swordsman under the same roof her parents and fiancé,” he taunted lowly in her ear as he continued to thrust into her, “you’re mine, you understand that? you are my woman. no one else’s. no other royal, no other pirate, not even that damn marine, you belong to me. say it, say you’re my woman.”

“i’m...i’m your woman, zoro! i belong to you!” she cried out, feeling a burning, no, an aching in the lower pit of her stomach. zoro felt her clench around him, tighter than before, almost sending him over the edge. “zoro...i’m going to cum.”

his thrusts turned sloppy. he was just as close to that sweet release as she was. her orgasm hit like a hundred waves, a string of curses left her lips. the swordsman pulled away, pulling out of her just in the nick of time. he took his cock into his hands, jerking himself. white liquid spilled from his tip onto her lower stomach.

the room had gone silent for a second, as the two tried to catch their breath.

“my wrists are feeling a little numb now, can i be untied?”

“oh shit, i forgot. sorry, ( y/n ).”

zoro untied her wrist, retying his bandana on his bicep. he took her wrists into his hands, rubbing them as gently as ( y/n ) sat up. she watched him closely tend to her now-bruising wrists, seeing the admiration and love in his eyes. only near minutes ago, he manhandled her. now he was as sweet as could be.

“zoro...” she trailed off, making him look up at her. she continued, “when will you and your nakama leave?”

his face somewhat fell, “we leave in the morning. but maybe i can get nami to―”

“i want to run away with you.”

⁺◟   BACK TO NAVIGATION . . .

[oatmilkslytherin]

children’s games pt. 2 (d.l.m)

description: part two to my first post: children’s games !

requested: yes / no

warnings: none

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y/n’s pov:

the days were growing awfully cold and lonely without draco’s company. most days i was able to avoid him entirely, always arriving to and leaving meals early, residing in the common room during my free time, and assuring i always had someone by my side during and after lessons. 

still, the pain in my chest was unbearable. it felt like a relentless cruciatus curse that spread through my veins into the tips of my fingers. whenever i did see him, i felt my eyes growing blurry with tears and a distinguished pang in my chest. as angry as i was with him, i couldn’t live without him.

it didn’t dismiss the fact that his treatment towards me was slightly cruel. one would’ve thought that after all this time, draco would’ve had half a mind to swallow his pride and reputation and confess his undying love for me. the thought that i was nothing more than an embarrassing secret absolutely wrecked me. draco not doing anything to mend what he broke only confirmed the ill-consuming thought.

i couldn’t help but think he seemed better without me. after the night i broke it off, he was still laughing with his friends and antagonizing first-years the next day. he was still the same draco, only a bit colder and meaner if he could even end up that way. 

as i walked through the courtyard, i couldn’t help but notice how the fall-winter chill ran down my spine. it seemed fitting considering how i’ve been feeling these past few days. it was the first time i’ve been alone outside my dorm or common room since draco and i separated. i was dreading every minute of it. 

although i’ve failed to cry outside of my dorm room walls, my façade faltered slightly whenever i caught a glimpse of him. i couldn’t let him know, however. it would just be one more thing he could use against me when he spoke maliciously upon my name with his friends. 

i held my robes closer to my body as i wandered aimlessly through the courtyard. despite the cold, it was a rather nice day outside. a day that i thought i would be able to enjoy alone. when i turned the corner, however, i knew that i was wrong.

very wrong.

there he was. sitting alone on a bench with his head buried in his hands and his body shaking in attempt to muffle his cries. seeing him like this only made me want to wrap my arms around him, hold him close and whisper sweet words of affirmation until his sobs turned into soft kisses and appreciation. 

but i knew i couldn’t. we were no longer together, he was no longer mine to comfort. merlin, i didn’t even know what he was crying about. i questioned why i felt bad when it wasn’t my business in the first place.

still, the sight of him quietly sobbing to himself in the lone corridor made my heart pang. of course, i still love and care about him.

i attempted to walk past him, hoping i could dim the patter of my feet into noiseless steps as i headed back to the common room. much to my dismay, i crunched a leaf under my footing right when i was walking past, making his head snap up and his eyes fall upon me. i froze in my spot, my shoulders tensing as i felt him staring holes into my back. i thought i could just walk away, run perhaps. just as i took my next step, he called out to me. 

“y/n...” his voice croaked out. i knew there was no way to avoid him now. the sooner we both get closure, the better. 

i turned on my heel to face him, keeping my distance as i stared at him emotionlessly. he, on the other hand, looked like a wreck. his hands were still shaking, his eyes glistening with tears and they looked absolutely bloodshot. i never noticed it before when i saw him in the halls, but he had dark bags clinging under his eyes. had they always been there?

i swallowed the lump in my throat, nodding at him slightly in acknowledgment. 

“i’m sorry...” he spoke again. his voice was hoarse as he spoke. i nodded once more, my eyes moving from his to the flooring between us. 

“you have what is important to you, and so do i. i was simply just tired of being put second,” i stated, my voice threatening to break as tears welled in my eyes. 

“you were never second. you were always first and i’m so... so sorry that i never treated you like it...” draco trailed off once more. from the tone of his voice, he sounded sincere. but at this point, i didn’t know what to believe from him anymore. 

“it’s fine, draco. it just simply wasn’t meant to be and that’s... that’s fine,” i stated. it took everything out of me not to run up to him and hold him, or perhaps let him hold me; for us to cry everything out in each other’s arms. i wished things were different. 

draco sniffled at my words, cries threatening to leave his mouth as i spoke.

“you really believe we weren’t meant to be?” his voice cracked as he questioned this. i looked back up at him briefly to see fresh tears streaming down his face, his lips pressed together as he never took his eyes off of me. 

“i wanted us to be,” i spoke truthfully, “but i refuse to let your reputation come in between us.”

draco opened his mouth once more to speak, but i silenced him quickly as words spewed out of my mouth. 

“you were never proud to be with me. you could never boast to your friends that you had me, because they would ridicule you. you wanted me, but only when it was convenient for you. i was not made for your convenience.” my words were cold and harsh, but every bit i said was true. every word i spoke was fueled from months of hiding, secrecy, and insecurity. all things that i hid only to make him happy.

tears now streamed freely down both of our faces, my heart beating rapidly as i felt everything begin to crumble around me. all the tears i shed, the progress i made, it was all apparating out of thin air.

“please... please y/n. please let me show you that i can change,” draco stood up quickly, now closing the gap between us as he moved towards me. he took my hands in his own; i could still feel him trembling. “i want you, and only you. i should’ve never let anyone or anything get in the way of how i truly feel about you.”

i stared up at him, his blue eyes piercing into mine with hurt and regret. seeing him in this state, i wanted to believe him. i wanted to believe that he could change and fix the things i needed to be fixed. the feeling of him holding me in this way was something i’ve longed for in these short few days of loneliness.

before i could say anything else, he spoke once more.

“i haven’t stopped crying these past few days. life without you is a place i don’t want to know. in the short few days i’ve experienced it, it’s killed me. it’s killed me not to see your smile and hear your laughter. i’ve never known a pain like the one i’ve felt since you said we were done. you cannot look at me and say that we weren’t meant to be because i know you feel the same way...” draco pleaded incessantly, his eyes boring into mine as he rubbed the smallest of circles into the back of my hand. 

hearing him speak only made me cry more. not because i was upset and angry, but because he was right. it’s always been him; it will always be him. i can’t truthfully look at him and tell him we weren’t meant to be because it’s not true. 

the sight of him in front of me was a draco i have never known before. sure, we’ve shed a handful of tears together from jealous fights and plaguing insecurities, but this was different. draco was not the type of person to break down and beg for forgiveness; he didn’t need it. but, i truly believed in this moment he needed me. and in the same way, i needed him. 

i slowly withdrew one of my hands from his, caressing the softness of his cheek and wiping stray tears away with my thumb. he melted into my caress, biting back tears and sighs of relief as i inched impossibly closer to him. 

“i love you,” i stated, my voice barely above a whisper. draco mustered up a smile despite his bloodshot eyes and incredibly paled face. he brought his hand up to mine, holding my hand against his face lightly.

“i love you,” he replied. he pressed a petal-light kiss to my forehead, making a soft smile creep onto my features. he dropped our hands, embracing me into a tight hug with his chin resting on top of my head. i wrapped my arms around his torso, allowing my head to rest on his chest and letting my previously tense state dissolve under his warmth. 

“i promise i’m going to make it up to you. i promise things are going to be different, love,” he murmured into my hair. i nodded against his chest, sighing outwardly as i relished in the feeling of his arms wrapped around me. it had only been a few days without him, but merlin, did it feel like an eternity. 

before we could even fully reminisce in the moment, however, a familiar voice piped up from behind us. 

“oi, malfoy! why are you letting the hogwart’s scum touch you?” blaise’s voice shot daggers through my ears and chest, making me tense once more under draco’s touch. draco pulled his arms away slightly, only to turn over his shoulder and shoot blaise a menacing glare. 

“don’t talk about my girlfriend like that, you git,” draco spit back at his friend. blaise’s eyes widened in surprise before his eyebrows furrowed into pure confusion. he scoffed audibly, crossing his arms over his chest as he paced towards us. i cowered from his stare, allowing my arms to droop back to my sides. 

“girlfriend? mate, what are you on about?” blaise asked, clearly thinking the entire situation was a joke. half of me expected draco to play along with blaise’s insults, but the other half of me reminded myself of his promise. 

“yeah, girlfriend,” draco spoke, his face etched in entire seriousness. he took my hand in his own. “for the past year and half now may i add. if you have a problem, you can take it up with me later, but you leave her the hell alone, zabini.” 

my face reddened in pride at draco’s side, a small smile tugging at the corner’s of my lips as he stood up for me, for us. 

blaise looked taken aback by draco’s words. instead of retaliating, however, he only nodded and shoved his hands deep in his pockets. he quickly walked away from us, turning the corner out of our sight. as soon as he left, i let a soft laugh escape from my lips as i turned to face draco. he was staring back at me, smiling widely as he squeezed my hand tighter. 

he embraced me once more suddenly, his arms wrapping around my waist as he lifted me. a loud laugh erupted from my mouth as i clung to his shoulders. his face was buried in the crook of my neck, placing soft kisses and murmuring the sweetest ‘i love you’s’ into the skin of my collarbone. i pulled his face towards mine, leaning down and allowing our lips to meet between muffled laughter. it was a dream, a dream that has now consumed my entirety as it came true.

all seemed right in the world once more.

taglist: @killiansawyer

[nanasarea]

Park Jisung as your idol bf

Genre: fluff

Pairing: jisung x idol!reader

Requested

Word count:1757 (dear lord, the longest in the idol bf series damn...) 

a/n: this is more of a jisung as your bf in general, not so much the idol aspect sorry. Also yes, i ended up writing about jisung having a baby, sue me, I’m in jisung hours now! also do i even need to say it’s not proofread at this point?

Haechan /  Yuta / Mark / Jeno / Jaemin / Chenle / Renjun / Jaehyun

you were in the same dance class when you were younger

so you were friends way before either of your debuts

like when you knew each other when he was an smrookie

and of course, both of you being talented dancers

you were both training under companies at a rather young age

and it isn’t easy being a trainee regardless of your age

but because you were both still in school

and so young

you knew you should stick together

let’s say you had chemistry homework

but you also had vocal lessons

i’m not saying he would help you

because he wouldn’t

but he would be there to motivate you 

and study his own school work 

so you weren’t alone

it’s safe to say you were each other’s motivation when it came to school

he would also insist on his mom picking you up from school and driving you to the company when your mom couldn’t

same would go reversed

not that either of your moms minded

they found it adorable

and they shipped you both anyway so

that means him and his family coming over for dinner 

and you and yours going to theirs for dinner

and your moms would document all of your childhood memories

they would bond over it

since you didn’t have time to make any friends in school, 

you both valued your friendship a lot

he ended up debuting before you

and you teased him a lot

until he “taught” you how to ride a hoverboard

and you ended up falling in the first 4 seconds

then he would tease you

and you’d now understand how hard his dances really were

you met most of his members when they were smrookies

but you didn’t know renjun and chenle that well

so whenever you could, 

you would hang out with each other

and become very close

which is why they were all so supportive when you ran into their dorms and yelled that you were debuting 

you end up having a little celebration

when you actually did debut, 

they were so hyped

especially jisung

he streamed your mv so many times

he knew every detail of every scene in the mv

which was adorable

the fans knew you were childhood friends so they absolutely loved your interactions

which meant your company/companies being like 

WE COULD MAKE MONEY FROM THAT

so they make sure you have a collab stage 

like really early in your debut

and it was kinda awkward

but because you knew each other beforehand

you felt completely fine

at this point, your moms were betting on when you’d start dating

to which you would both just blush and tell them to stop

you end up going on so many variety shows together

mainly dance specials

and everyone finds you too adorable

like everyone ships it

but they’re kinda lowkey about it because they don’t want to make you uncomfortable 

not the case of his members tho

or yours

you can’t tell me jaemin’s hiatus wasn’t just him laying in bed, resting and planning your wedding

you can’t

taeyong ends up asking him why he hasn’t asked you out yet

he just blushes

it wasn’t until you were both a bit older

and you were at an award ceremony

where everyone was complimenting you

like your dress, makeup, hair, etc

that he realized he liked you

seeing you like that and realizing he needs to stop looking at you as his little childhood friend

and start looking at you as an adult

or somewhat of an adult

he can never look at you as an adult

because he would always have the image of you

with 6 empty chocolate milks around you

and a gummy worm hanging from your mouth

as you tried your best to color the coloring book correctly

but hey, you were always going to have the imagine of him

hanging from monkey bars

after he finished his 5th scoop of ice cream 

and laughing because he overheard someone say a fart joke

ANYWAY

he starts seeing you as an adult

kinda

and he gets slightly jealous when everyone compliments you

so after that, he goes to taeyong and jaehyun

and asks for dating advice

jaehyun just yells 

“wooooo! you should know my usual boba order by now, right, lee?”

These fuckers bet on how long it would take for jisung to realize his feelings 

and jaehyun would regrets only asking for a free boba when he won

but he’s way too happy about winning to care

it ends with half of 127 and half of dreamies giving advice, 

the other halves teasing

and wayv cooing on the phone as they were in china at the time

it takes him like 5 months till he confesses

he’s a nervous baby let him be

and when he does get the courage, 

he takes you to an amusement park

you don’t go on any of the rides

because he’s scared

but you do play the games and eat food

you even watch the fireworks

which is when he finally holds your hand for the first time

you did a lot of skinship before

like when you were friends

but it wasn’t like this 

it was cute

he was so nervous

your palms were both sweaty from nervousness

but neither of you cared

you were just happy to enjoy the moment

 that got cheesy

he even walked you to your dorm 

like to right in front of your door

which is when he hesitantly gave you a kiss on the cheek 

but you wanted a real kiss so you gave him a proper kiss

and he ended up almost tripping on his way to the elevator

where he smiled to himself

and tried to calm himself down

so the members wouldn’t see him like this

but they did

they teased him

and just yelled with him

“our baby had his first kiss!” -jaemin

“life is going way too fast! weren’t you like 3 years old yesterday?!”- jeno

“how come he’s 2 years younger and already getting more action than me?!” -renjun

the others find out 

and tease him

mostly they just congratulate him tho

“wooo! our baby is becoming a man!” -taeyong

“doyoung, hold me, i’m emotional!” -johnny 

“when’s the wedding?” -taeil

“wedding? i always cry at weddings...” -jungwoo

“no weddings! yet!” -kun

“yeah! he’s not getting married before me!” -jaehyun

they might have gone a bit overboard

but can you blame them 

it’s their baby we’re talking abt

they still see him as the little toddler from when he was on mickey mouse club

also you end up not telling your parents right away

and they keep match making

so you end up being like

“Mom, we’re already dating, you can stop”

cue both of your moms get excited

like they’re already talking about being the best grandmas

and having the cutest grandchildren

even tho you’ve only been together for 2 months

something tells me he’d be the type to want to have matching everything

phone cases

(probably anna and kristoff ones)

then profile pictures

jewelry

clothing

anything and everything

he’d find it so cute

speaking of matching profile pics

the fans would realize what was going on 

when you would match your pfps

so your company/companies were like

yes, they’re dating, no one is surprised...anyway 127 comeback 

your dating announcement is like super chill

mainly because everyone was waiting for it 

also i feel like he’d always be playing with your hair 

and fixing it

like all the time

a single hair out of place?

we can’t have that!

his hands are in your hair already

would text you for advice while filming chenji’s this and that

and would always make something for you too

“chenle’s turned out more aesthetic but mine is made with love, so mine is better my default.” 

also it wouldn’t matter if you’re older than him, the same age, younger than him

doesn’t matter

would want to hear you call him oppa

but immediately get shy after

also he’s an aquarius

so if you end up getting really random texts during the day

like during your schedules

don’t be surprised

like he’s already maknae on top

so he will rebel to like some of the things you say

“jisung! we need to get back to filming in 3 minutes!”

“but weeee!” -jisung going down the slide for the 5th time 

cries when you joke about leaving him there

speaking of crying, 

we all know he’s emotional

and cries easily

so he just runs to you whenever he wants to cry

and just placed his head on your shoulder

to hide his facial expression

but it’s okay

you’ve already seen everything from the random snaps you get every day

he might not know how to comfort you at first

but he will learn

and he’s pretty mature for his age 

so he would take comforting you very seriously

he’s a really good listener 

so he would love to just hear you vent to him

it would kinda boost his ego a bit too

like he’s the one who you’re venting to

yknow what i mean?

but also he protects you very well

you get scared of a spider 

he goes all manly mode 

and gets rid of it for you

doesn’t like to admit it, 

but he thinks about you a lot

and your future

like once you two grow out of your idol lives 

and into a more adult life

where you get married

and have kids

kids who tease their uncles (aka nct members)

because THE maknae on top was their teacher after all

speaking of weddings

his older brother got married

and obviously you were his date

and everyone kept looking at you two

asking when it was your turn

your mom said “hopefully soon”

“mom, we don’t have time, we have busy schedules”

“but one day...”

time jump to when the news breaks about your engagement 

and everyone is crying

they watched you both grow up and now you’re getting married??

what???

the announcement was everywhere

also you don’t announce anything about a child

one day, you just both post a picture of your daughter

with a caption like

“she’s so cute, i knew my genes were good.”

or something like that

and everyone goes wild

nation’s babies having a baby?

legend says chenle’s screaming caused 2 earthquakes that day

to sum it up: nation’s babies turned nation’s it couple because jisung is the best boyfriend you could ever have asked for 

.....i might have gone way more invested than i thought i was going to. Do i regret it tho? hell no. Am i emotional now because I pictured adult Jisung with a baby? hell yes.

tag list: @soleilchannie​

[fishylife]

Thoughts on Street Dance of China 4 episode 2

(Aka Fishy is screencapping shows again. I’m screencapping straight from Youtube so sorry for the shoddy cut off screencaps but blame Youtube for having their player bar cover the video. I’ve never understood that because it’s always in the way.)

(Also Episode 2 part 1 is really just “How many times can Han Geng and Henry hug” and the answer is “as many times as they want”)

- Not really sure why Henry chose Anissa and Tuzi for the 2 vs. 2 battle, especially since Anissa was really not confident about it :( I felt really bad for Anissa because she seemed super nervous!!!!! I just hope that she doesn’t lose enthusiasm and that she can continue to enjoy the rest of the competition v.v

- Kelo and Uwa were extremely impressive though. Like, the way they move together is so awesome and cool.

- Among the dancers, Xiao Jie is actually really good at speaking. No wonder he gets interviewed a lot, because he’s able to describe the dancers to us layfolk, but he is also very smiley and entertaining.

- How dare Yixing be this cute 😤😤😤 He’s definitely far more relaxed when he’s just a spectator, that’s for sure. He was laughing at all the jokes and awkward moments and generally so much more animated when just part of the sidelines.

- Henry covering his mouth because he was enjoying Xiaohai’s performance was pretty cute too, not gonna lie.

- I liked San’er from episode 1, so I was cheering for him when he participated in the 3 vs. 3 battle lol. But it was really interesting to hear the conversation when Wang Yibo asked his team why San’er lost the battle. Ye Yin and Liangliang told him that to the judges who are old school, they care less for explosiveness, and more for actual skill, and while San’er’s performance might’ve looked really exciting to the average viewer, that’s not what the old school judges look for.

- So apparently Lil Kev plays a lot of mind games, and we saw that during his battle against Bozi. So he’s like...the Brad Marchand of breaking lol.

- Are...are we gonna comment on this hug between Poppin’C and Xiaohai? Lmao

- What are they being so cute for. (Also don’t @ me but Bunta is....really cute)

- Is it just me, or did we get fewer behind-the-scenes practice clips this time for Han Geng vs. Henry compared to Yixing vs. Yibo? Particularly for the 5 vs. 5 battle.

- Dimple alert. (Sorry I know this is a Han Geng vs. Henry battle but Yixing just looks so freaking cute today)

- Han Geng.....has a really soft and gentle voice (it is simping hours up in the fishy house okay). He speaks particularly quietly during his one-person interviews and his voice is so pleasant to listen to in those clips.

- Henry was talking about how he wanted to do that move with Poppin’C where they’d lean back on each other’s knees and do a wave with their arms. For some reason that move struck me as something that was very Henry like. He just strikes me as the kind of guy who uses a lot of waves and smooth-looking moves in his dances.

- Also lol @ Henry being “non fatigue!” That Ontario French curriculum at work.

- Han Geng and Henry trash talking each other except it just turns into a walk down memory lane about how Han Geng used to take care of Henry.

- Don’t even act surprised, y’all knew I was going to screenshot this.

- Kitty is amused.

- Of course Han Geng would end his routine with a big ol’ hug. What a huge softie.

- I did think that Han Geng and Xiaohai were kind of a rough duo because even if they were in sync, it was hard to tell because of the height difference. Actually, I spent a lot more time focusing on Han Geng, especially towards the end when the rest of the team crowded around them and he was visibly one of the taller ones.

- Henry’s move where he stood on Poppin’C’s thighs was super cool!! His performance was just super fun to watch. I felt like I was having a good time along with them haha.

- Please sir, may I have more hugs?

- I think Han Geng and Xiaohai’s second performance was better because it relied less on being in sync performing the same actions. However, at this point, Poppin’C and Henry have kind of created a specific brand (TM) for themselves, like they are so uniquely charming to watch, so they have firmly won me over Han Geng and Xiaohai’s team.

- Running into a hug? Are you kidding me, Lau Hin-wah???

- More

- Not only is this show cashing in on the Suju/Suju M fans, it is definitely going to pull in new fans with the Han Geng/Henry ship lol.

- Yixing spinning to get up.

- It is just so goddamn natural for them to be so close to each other. Also Han Geng said that his waist is feeling iffy from that popping ^^;; Old man joints

- Lifting Han Geng’s shirt to look at his patch...

- One of the dancers on Han Geng’s team was crying because he made a mistake in the 5 vs. 5 battle and Han Geng is like why are you crying? And gave him a playful slap on the shoulder.

- Why is that the ads done by the dancer contestants are so much more entertaining than the professional ads (the ads with mainstream celebrities or with professional actors).

- Henry’s written the pinyin on top of the Chinese names of his team members. Better safe than sorry, you know?

- Lmao how dare they bully Tengzai and Shitou by making them talk XD

- I think that when Henry assigns his team members to certain battles, he is thinking more about the combination of styles, rather than the skill level or  synchronization. When he assigned Anissa and Tuzi to the 2 vs. 2 battle, he wanted to try out the East vs. West approach, but the opposing duo of Kelo and Uwa had a lot more history together and were obviously better as a collective unit. When it came to Chen Mo and Waiwai, he was interested in seeing a waacking duo. In theory I think I know what Henry was trying to imagine, but I think it is difficult to have a really intense waacking duo because it’d be hard to synchronize very high speed arm movements. In the end, they went with some moves that were simpler, and I think that’s why they lost out to Tengzai and Shitou. That being said, Henry did win his first battle against Han Geng. I think it’s just the 2 vs 2 battles that are his weakness. The 3 vs. 3 battles are really just individual battles, and the 5 vs. 5 battles are usually made up of dancers who are used to routine group dances as opposed to solo or duo dancers.

- A quick word about the judge Icee. His name in Chinese is 王冰冰. The 冰冰 part is self explanatory enough (冰 means ice), so where does the 王 come from? I read somewhere (I forgot where), but apparently his wife’s surname is 王, so he just took on her surname for his Chinese name. Don’t know how true that is, but I think that’s cute.

- So often I see Bunta and Ibuki having fun and cheering on other people, whether it’s their own team members or dancers on other teams.

- Less than a second flashback of Zitao from a previous season v.v Please producers...let us have a LayTao reunion....please....I beg....

- The 5 vs. 5 battle between Yixing and Henry’s teams was pretty fun to watch, probably because the song was so hype lol.

- The leader battles between Yixing and Henry were really entertaining too though.

- The first piece of music for Henry and Yixing’s leader battles was very very cool. Like, it was just a nice piece of music to listen to, and I think that the kind of music it was gave way to rather creative interpretations. Henry and Han Yu went for a more story-based approach, whereas Yixing and MT Pop focused more on an aesthetic. I preferred Yixing and MT Pop’s performance here.

- Henry and Han Yu also had a pretty solid performance for the second song. As for Mingming and Gumball, they didn’t really perform “together,” because they were both doing their own thing, but their individual performances were interesting. (Also let us acknowledge, nothing gets Yixing turnt like KRUMP XD He was so into the performance haha)

- I was so caught up in the euphoria of Henry/Han Geng that I forgot that Henry and Yixing also had a past history, but I think their friendship probably mostly existed off screen. They were from different groups after all, but we also know how low key Yixing has always been. Even if they were bffs we never would’ve known. I also remember on Back to Field, Yixing said that Henry helped him install and set up his music software, so they probably have some kind of rapport on the music side. But yeah, it just seemed like Yixing was rather formal about it all, calling Henry his 哥哥/前輩. And Henry seemed to look at Yixing like his son lol. He was like oh look at Yixing and how far he’s come, etc.

- Xiao Jie said that he’d battled Hilty & Bosch 14 years ago, which means that Xiao Jie isn’t that young, which may be why he’s so chill lmao. Anyway, Xiao Jie is a very entertaining dancer to watch, and he worked well with Shen Zihao. But of course, HB are formidable themselves as well and their chemistry is just too too good. And they’re just incredibly clean dancers.

- Yibo went over to Han Geng to scope out who he was going to send out for their battle. Xiao Jie tried to warn Han Geng about this but he was too late and Yibo already made his attack. But the entire interaction between Yibo and Han Geng was so lols because it was so strange lmao. Yibo was straight up like “who are you going to send out during the battle?” And Han Geng kept thinking that Yibo was trying to play mind games and use that to gleam other information from him. So Han Geng’s answer ended up being really confusing too, he was like “if that’s what you’ve decided I’ll follow your lead.” The thing about Han Geng is that he is too senior for Yibo to clown on, so he is actually being serious, and Han Geng is trying to keep things light haha. (I think Yibo would totally be his normal gremlin self to Yixing and Henry, but Han Geng is like the next tier up from them both.)

- LMAO Aki-san calling out Tony-san for being older than him XD And Tony Gogo was like what have I ever done to you??? I love Aki-san hahahaha.

- Okay Aki-san vs. Nelson was pretty awesome, but SO WAS BORIS vs. ZYKO???? Holy crap that was sooo much fun to watch because like....human bodies can bend that way? And Boris and Zyko aren’t small guys, so it was insanely awesome to watch.

- Side note, Boris’ Mandarin is pretty good. I looked him up and on his Instagram he says he lives in Shanghai, so it makes sense that his Chinese is good enough for everyday communication. In one part of the show he was instruction Yibo on dancing and like, he was not stuttering at all.

- Wait, Han Geng says that he’s known Yibo for 10 years :o So I just looked him up and it turns out Han Geng has been with Yuehua Entertainment since 2010, so I think the math makes sense. Wow, how time flies. He always such a dad though, he’s always like, the top priority is fun and happiness!!! And honestly, he’s right. Like, what is this show if not just a huge dance showcase more than an actual competition?

- Physically impossible for Han Geng not to hug his didis.

- I love that in a dance party full of dancers, some will still choose to slow dance like this.

- Of course Henry will come and praise his gege. (ft. Nelson in the right lol)

- Yo I love Rochka. He’s one of the chillest guys there.

- The kids’ performance was cute :3 Their little jumpsuits uwu

- Also one of the kids was Shitou’s daughter and it was absolutely hilarious how he still introduces her in the most monotonous and neutral voice and he was like “please give her some encouragement” in the most low energy voice ever XD The b-boying kids were super legit though. Oh and apparently Xiao Jie’s son was one of the dancers too :3 Somebody was like “yo Xiao Jie isn’t that your son?” and he was like “lol yeah.” XD Aren’t they cute?

[fluffy-lee]

Summer's All in Bloom

Part 4 of the series "Vacation."

This is a TICKLE fic. If you're not into that, you don't have to read.

PLATONIC Avengers x reader

Warnings: Angst, teenage party with alcohol, PDA, and sexy dancing.

Summary: This summer, Y/n has started to feel the urge for more independence, but navigating the trials of growing up can be confusing. That doesn't stop her from having fun, especially with a certain web-slinger.

“Y/n… Y/n, wake up!” whispered your dad, Bucky, as he shook you awake. 

Your eyes opened and you looked up into his blue ones.

  “What is it?” You asked. 

  “You’ll see. Just get up and get ready. Meet me on the back porch in ten.” He said and left the room.

You sighed and rolled out of bed. Normally, you’d turn over and go back to sleep this early, but you were too curious as to what he was up to. 

  You got ready for the day, and went downstairs and out to the back porch where Bucky was waiting, drinking his coffee. 

  “Look who finally made it!” Bucky teased. 

You rolled your eyes and smiled. 

  “Come on, you’re gonna love this.” He said, taking your hand. 

You walked down the trail together toward the lake, and he led you over to a little canoe. You smiled excitedly and looked up at him. 

  “Haha come on, get in!” Bucky laughed.

You got in, and Bucky pushed it into the water and got in himself. You rowed all the way out to the middle of the lake. It was the first time you both had gotten to do something like this, just the two of you. You both really loved making up for lost time.

  “Here I got it, you can just relax.” Bucky said, suggesting you let him do the rowing. 

  “Is it because I keep leading us in the wrong direction by accident?” You asked with a grin. 

  “Whaaat? Nooo. You’re doing great, sweetie!” He replied sarcastically. You both laughed.

The two of you spent quite a while out on the lake and you loved it. It was so quiet and peaceful. The wildlife was celebrating the morning. You saw all different kinds of birds, and even a few really cool hawks. You also saw a few deer along the shore run into the woods. Your favorite animals you saw, however, was a group of otters playing together. They were so close, you could hear them. You had such a great time, it was so worth getting up early for. 

  “We have to do this more while we are here.” You told your dad.

  “Okay, I’d love that.” He said with a sweet smile. 

Bucky rowed back to shore after being out on the water for nearly an hour, which didn’t feel long enough, and the two of you made your way up the trail back to the cabin. Steve smiled to himself as he watched the two of you together from the kitchen window.

  When you got back inside, a few more people had woken and were enjoying coffee. Tony, Pepper, Natasha, and Steve were spread out around the kitchen. You began telling them all what you had seen and how much fun you had. You all had been at the cabin for a few days now, spending every day you’d been there at the lake and swimming, so when Tony told you today would be different, you were really excited. 

  Peter came into the kitchen looking all tired, but he still had a smile on his face. He sat next to you, and laid his head down on the table. 

  “Good mornin’ guys.” He said groggily. 

  “Y/n, Pete, what do you want for breakfast?” Tony asked. 

  “I’m just gonna make cereal.” You said. 

  “Me too.” Peter mumbled. 

  “I’ll make you a bowl, sleepy head.” You said, ruffling Peter’s hair. 

  “Thaaank you!” Peter replied, waking up a bit more.

You went to the cabinet for the cereal, only to find it up pretty high, so you stood on your tip toes and began to reach as high as you could, when suddenly, you felt a very tickly poke to your side. You squeaked and shot your arms down. 

  “Tonyyyy!” You whined. 

He just raised an eyebrow and smiled. You began to reach again when you felt a squeeze to your other side. 

  “Nahahahat! Noooo!” You said with the biggest smile on your face. 

  “Sorry, I couldn’t miss the opportunity.” She said with a sly smirk. 

You rolled your eyes and waited until no one was around to quickly reach up again, when suddenly, you were snatched up into someone’s arms and being viciously tickled all over your tummy. 

  “Dahahaddy! Stahahaaap!” You shrieked as Bucky tickled you. 

  “Awww why? I just wanna tickle my little Y/n!” He teased and you immediately turned red. 

It tickled so much you couldn’t speak, just laugh and bat at his hands. Bucky stopped and reached up to grab your “Cap’n Ameri-Crunch,” handed it to you, and set you down. You walked toward the fridge for some milk as you blushed. You looked over at Peter to see he had been giggling at the scene. 

  “What’s so funny, Spidey?” Tony asked.

Peter’s eyes went wide and he tensed.

Tony began massaging his shoulders and neck in a purposefully ticklish way. “Do you need some morning tickles too?”

  “N-Nohoho. I’m good! I’m gohohooood!” Peter cracked up as he squeezed his shoulders towards his neck where Tony was now straight up tickling him. 

  “Are you sure?” Tony teased some more.

 “YES! Yeheheheesss! I got plenty the other nihihihght!” Peter cackled. 

You smiled to yourself as you poured the milk into the bowls, remembering the events of two nights ago. 

 Flashback to Two Nights Prior

  Everyone was chilling in the living room after a long day at the lake, talking and having a good time. It was one of the most relaxing parts of the day, after dinner, before bed. There were candles lit around the cabin and you could hear the crickets outside. Summer nights would always hold a special place in your heart. 

  You sat next to Peter as he scrolled through Instagram, watching funny videos, reading conspiracy theories, etc., but he also spent quite a lot of time checking the news on things happening in Queens and the rest of NYC while he has been gone.

  You were both lost in his phone, and honestly not paying attention to what the adults were talking about. Being the same age, you and Peter were spending the most time together on this vacation, and sometimes you talked about how it would be fun to have other people your age to hangout with and relate to, but you were still having fun nonetheless. 

 Tony noticed how much Peter had been on his phone, and he really felt that it would be better for the kid to not be on it so much, worrying about the news in Queens, and to just get the most out of the vacation as possible. Peter needed it, and that was a big reason he and Pepper decided to take this vacation. 

  “Pete, I really think you need to, you know, take a break from the phone. Be present.” Tony said for the hundredth time on the trip. 

  “It’s fine, Mr. Stark! I got it under control. You don’t need to worry about me. I’m fine. I’m relaxed!” 

Tony sucked in his cheek as Peter looked back at his phone, scrolling. 

You curled up to Peter and whispered to him. “I think he may be right, Peter.”

“It’s okay. I’m good, Y/n.” Peter attempted to reassure you with a smile. You didn’t really believe him. 

 Peter, in his own thoughts, knew Tony was right. He couldn’t stop worrying about Queens and he hadn’t been away from there this long since he was bit. He felt responsible for the whole city.

Peter refreshed the news page and still nothing new popped up. 

   “Alright, kid. I guess you haven’t learned your lesson.” Tony said, approaching Peter. 

   “Wait! What do you mean?’ Peter asked nervously as he dropped his phone next to him on the couch. 

You knew what was about to happen and scooted over a bit to avoid being in the way. 

   “I think you need to start listening to me, Peter.” Tony said, raising an eyebrow, towering over Peter. 

  “Nonono I do listen! I do!” Peter protested, raising his hands up in defense. 

  “Do you now?” 

 “Y-Yes!”

 “I don’t think so!” Tony teased as he wiggled his fingers toward Peter.

 “NOHOHOHOHOHOOO!” Peter scream-laughed as Tony’s fingers wiggled into his ribs. 

You giggled as you watched Tony reduce Peter to a ticklish puddle. Peter silent-laughed as Tony began to shake his ribs. 

 “Does that tickle, Parker? Huh?” Tony asked as Peter turned bright red. 

 “Yehehessss! I’m sohohohrry! I’ll stahahaap!” Peter pleaded through his hysterical laughter. 

 “Alright, good!” Tony said as he stopped tickling Peter. “So we got a deal?”

 “Yes.. yes, deal!” Peter answered as he caught his breath. 

 “That’s great! But I think I’m going to keep tickling you anyway. It’s too much fun.” Tony decided, as he dug into Peter’s extremely ticklish tummy, sending him back into hysterics. Tony then crawled his fingers up into Peter’s deathly ticklish armpits and Peter thrashed around like a fish out of water, hilarious laughter spilling out of his mouth. He toppled over on his side next to you. You scooted over just in time so you wouldn’t be trapped under him. Tony took this opportunity to get on the couch and straddle Peter’s waist, continuing to tickle under his arms. Peter’s laughter turned hiccupy, and his eyes were squeezed shut, revealing his handsome “crow’s feet” and bright smile spread across his face. Tony couldn’t help but chuckle at this, and you, of course, were giggling at the sight. Peter finally caught his breath.

  “I CAN’T! Ihihihihi cahahahan’t!” He shouted. 

Tony slipped his hands out from under his arms. Even that motion tickled Peter. He then began squeezing Peter’s hips and Peter’s rare belly laughter poured out of him. You couldn’t help but blush, knowing how much it tickles when Tony does that. This went on for a while, until Tony knew Peter couldn’t take much more, and he ceased his tickling, while Peter turned on his side, recovering. 

  “Have you learned your lesson, kid?” Tony asked Peter. 

  “Yes. Definitely!” Peter replied, followed by a few remaining giggles. 

You were still giggling yourself when Tony shot a look at you, causing you to shut your mouth, eyes widening. 

  “This lesson goes for you too, missy.” Tony warned, a playful glint in his eyes. 

You nodded with a sheepish smile, slowly grabbing a pillow to cover your torso. Tony leaned toward you slowly, before surprising you by snatching the pillow away from you and digging both of his “claws” into your tummy, causing you to shriek with adorably high pitched laughter. Tony was leaned down close to your face, smiling at you, and that made it tickle so much more. He then moved down to squeezing your hips, like he did to Peter, and you threw your head back in laughter. You were bright red from laughter, and being super flustered. 

  Peter, who had recovered from his attack, was now giggling at Tony tickling you. You squealed as you trapped Tony’s hands in your very ticklish armpits, as Tony repeatedly said “tickle tickle tickle!” You thought you might die then and there, only for it to get worse when Peter spoke up. 

  “Since you found me getting tickled so funny, and did nothing to help, I guess that leaves me no choice.” Peter said in an evil tone. He grabbed your left foot, which was oddly more ticklish than your right, and began scribbling all over the bottom of it. You screamed until your laughter fell silent when Tony began blowing raspberries on your jaw and neck, still tickling your under arms. Peter then decided to scritch at your toes and you couldn’t take it anymore. 

  “STAHAHAHPPP!” You yelled out. Tony and Peter both laughed, but granted your request.   “Ohohoh my gohohohosh.” You giggled flusteredly, as you turned over on your belly and hid your face in the couch. 

  “Awwww!” Tony and Peter both sang as they began to tickle lightly all over your back. You let out adorable bubbly giggles, and squirmed around a bit. You actually liked these back tickles, though you’d never admit it. After a while, they let up and you and Peter were definitely more present with everyone else. 

…

 You brought Peter his cereal and sat next to him. Everyone else had come down for breakfast, ready to start the day. Thor sat down next to you, a bright smile on his face. 

  “Good morning, princess!” He said sweetly. 

  “Good morning, god of thunder, king, alien.” You replied. Thor chuckled at your comment. 

  “What is on the agenda today, Tony?” Thor asked. 

  “We’re going to rent ATVs and take them to some ATV trails. It will be really fun!” Tony announced.

You and Peter looked at each other very excitedly. “AWESOME.”

  “What is an ATV?” Thor asked. “I thought that was an ATV.” He pointed at the TV in the living room. 

 “You’ll see.” 

  You all had finally arrived at the ATV trails, and everyone was ready. You were a little salty though, because everyone had their own four wheeler, or bike, except you. Peter was currently teaching Thor how to drive and Thor caught on quite quickly and was having a blast. 

  “Whhhhy can’t I have my own?!” You whined to Bucky and Steve. Tony wanted to get you your own, but Bucky and Steve weren’t allowing it. 

   “Because you have never drove one before, and you need to learn first!” Steve scolded. 

   “Stop whining, Y/n.” Bucky said sternly. 

   “We are just trying to keep you safe.” Steve added. 

   “But I have ridden many times before! I know how it works!” You argued. 

   “We are not trying to baby you. We just want to teach you first, okay?” Bucky said. 

You rolled your eyes. You felt like a baby. Even Peter got his own, even though you understood where they were coming from. You were just independent, and wanted to feel grown for once. 

  “You want to ride with me or Bucky?” Steve asked. You crossed your arms, a little annoyed with both of them. You didn’t want either of them at the moment. Just then, Tony pulled up next to the three of you. 

  “Hop on, Y/n. I’m going to teach you, AND we’re going to have fun!” Tony said smoothly. 

You smirked, and climbed onto the four wheeler, sitting in front of Tony as he began to show you the gas and breaks.

Steve and Bucky chuckled. “She needs a helmet.” They both ordered. 

  “Of course!” Tony said cooly, and pulled out the Iron Man helmet and placed it on your head. 

  “HECK YEAH!” You shouted as the notification popped up all around you and your eyes adjusted to the helmet. Tony chuckled. 

  “Biometric scan complete.” FRIDAY said. 

  “BYE!” You yelled, throwing up the peace sign, and took off down the trail with Tony. 

  “WOOOO HOOOO!”

  After driving for a while and having a blast, you pulled over. 

   “See, I told you I could drive!” You told Tony.

   “I knew you could! Do you want me to get you your own?” Tony asked.

   “No, I’d rather stay with you.” You smiled. Tony smiled back. 

   “Well then you better hang on tight!” Tony said, speeding back down the trail as you laughed with glee. 

  After hours of fun on the ATV trails, it was currently sunset and you were all back at the cabin. Some were making dinner and others were swimming. You, Peter, and Thor were currently in the pool playing mermaids like a bunch of children, except Thor kept throwing you across the pool, because he was playing the mermaid villain.

  “Dinner everyone!” Vision called from the back door. Everyone rushed out of the pool, but you and Peter stayed behind, because you were both having a lot of fun swimming. 

  “We’ll be in in a minute!” Peter called. 

You both finally got out of the pool after a minute or so and were drying off, wrapped in your towels, when something caught Peter’s eye. 

  “Y/n, look on the trail, in the woods.” He said, pointing toward little blinking lights. They were lightning bugs, and you got really excited. 

  “Let’s follow them!” You said. You both slipped on your flip flops and went to the trail. 

It was twilight and very beautiful out. The lightning bugs were everywhere and it was probably one of the most stunning moments of your life. You and Peter had made it pretty far up the trail, following the lightning bugs. One even landed in Peter’s hand and he held it out for you both to observe up close. The little bug blinked it’s yellowish green light and you both gasped. It flew away into the woods and you and Peter watched it join the others. You could barely see the lights of the cabin anymore, and expected to turn around, when Peter spoke. 

  “I’m picking up on something.” Peter whispered, tilting his head. 

  “What is it?” You asked, a little nervous that it was something bad. 

  “I’m hearing music...and laughter. That way.” Peter said, pointing toward the left into the woods. 

You grinned. “Peter, let’s go check it out! Maybe… it’ll be fun.” You suggested. 

  “What about, you know, everyone back at the cabin. Shouldn’t we tell them?” Peter asked with a little smirk. 

  “NO. They have been kind of babying me. You know? I just want to do something fun. Without needing permission or everyone having to know.” You admitted. 

  “Oh, so you wanna be a little rebellious, huh?” Peter teased, wiggling his eyebrows at you. 

  “Ugh yes, you dork!” You said, playfully hitting his chest. 

Peter shrugged. “Sounds like it could be fun.” He crossed his wrists, activating his web shooters, and picked you up, resting you on his hip. You held onto him as he leapt off the ground swinging through the trees. 

  After a while of swinging, you finally started to hear what Peter had been hearing: music. It became clearer as Peter got you guys closer. 

 “Perfect.” Peter said as he saw a platform in the trees, like a little tree house. He landed on it and set you down. You still held onto him since you were pretty high up. You could hear everything now, but all you could see were some lights. 

  “We need to get on the ground.” Peter said, picking you up again. You both decided to leave your towels in the tree house, so they wouldn’t be in the way. He jumped from the tree house, and before you knew it, you guys were back on the trail, walking toward the sound and lights. 

  “Hey Johnny, what are you-” someone said, trailing off. “Oh sorry you’re not Johnny you’re… I don’t know you.” A tall teenage boy said. He stepped closer to you two. “I don’t know you either. Who are you guys?” The guy asked. He had fluffy brown hair, blue eyes, and what looked like a lot of freckles. 

  “Oh hi, I’m Peter, and this is Y/n. We are staying in a cabin with our friends and family, and we heard the music and wanted to check it out.” Peter explained.

  “Nice to meet you, I’m Max, and that’s actually great. A lot of us spend our summer’s here with our families, but we want to spend time with other teenagers and young adults, you know?” Max said, cooly. It was now that you noticed his southern accent. “I’ll show you. You’re more than welcome to come hangout.” 

  You both walked by Max down the trail to reveal a big swimming hole, with lights streamed in the trees, and lanterns lit everywhere. It was gorgeous. There were a lot of people that looked to be you and Peter’s age, and a bit older. They were swinging from a rope swing into the swimming hold, dancing in the grass with each other to the music, and there was food and drinks, a few alcoholic, even. You were mixed with nerves and excitement. You had always wanted to go to a party like this, but never had, since Peter was pretty much your only friend your age.

  “This is awesome, man!” Peter exclaimed. You could see him clearly now that you were in the light, and Max. You even thought Max was pretty cute, but standing next to Peter, who had his arms crossed, shirtless, and observing the party, you couldn’t help but admit to yourself, that next to Peter, Max didn’t compare.

  You were only in your swimsuit yourself, which was appropriate for the setting, because everyone else was, but you noticed Max looking you up and down. You’d never been checked out before. Peter stepped in front of you a bit to block Max’s view. You saw Peter’s jaw clench. He became a bit protective over you and butterflies began to swarm in your stomach.

  “Do you wanna go back to the cabin, or stay? Peter asked, leaning down to you a bit, after pulling you aside. 

  “Peter, this is like so awesome! We have to stay and have fun!” You insisted. 

  “They might be worried about us.” Peter added.

  “You are SPIDER-MAN!” You whispered to Peter, causing him to look around cautiously.   “They’d have to be stupid to be worried about us. I’m safe with you… and we can be ourselves here. You don’t even have to...to hide your.. body.” You prodded.

Peter blushed a bit, as he noticed you looking  at him. “Okay… okay. Let’s party!” Peter nodded, pulling you toward the party. 

Everyone was really friendly, and you and Peter fit right in for once. 

  “So you wanna swim, or dance?” Peter asked you, shouting over the music. 

 “Oh well I uh- I can’t really dance.” You shouted back. You never really danced, except when Tony, Steve, or Bucky were playing around with you back home, but you’d always stand on their feet, but other than that, you never really had experience with dancing. Especially the way people were dancing here. It was not slow dancing. Couples were dancing quite close to each other, and the music was up beat. It looked fun, honestly, but Peter probably would never dance with you like... that. Especially not with you, you thought. 

Peter noticed you watching, and smirked. “You… You want to, don’t you.”

You went a little red. Curse him for knowing you too well. “Well I- I’ve never- I can’t dance so uh let’s just- let’s just swim.” You rambled nervously. You wanted to dance with Peter, but for the life of you, you couldn’t admit it. You were scared of what he’d think or say. 

  “I’m sorry, but what’s got you all nervous?” Peter questioned. 

  “The party! First party.” You answered way too quickly. 

  “Really? Because you were all excited and rebellious a second ago.” Peter teased. He wasn’t convinced you were being fully honest. 

  “I still am!” You lied. 

 Peter gasped. “Ooooh! You like Max! That’s why you’re nervous!” Peter declared.

  “No!” You shot back. “I mean… he’s cute, but... I don’t like him like that. Plus, it looks like he’s taken.” You insisted, pointing at Max who was kissing what looked to be like his boyfriend.  

  “Then what has you so nervous?” Peter asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

You were silently freaking out inside your head. Peter is your best friend. You have never felt this way about anyone before, except a few celebrities on TV, but this was too real. It was the first time you had ever let your guard down and went off and been a real teenager, but it came with some other new feelings you must have been hiding for some time. 

Peter stared down at you, and realization hit him. His heart pounded a bit. 

  “Am I… Am I making you nervous?” Peter asked, hesitantly.

Butterflies swarmed in your stomach. You refused to make eye contact.

  “Peter, the dancing is making me nervous. I don’t want to make a fool of myself in front of everyone.” 

  “Oh…” He replied awkwardly. Then, a smirk appeared on his face. “Lucky for you, I’ve become a pretty good dancer.”

This was true. Peter had been to quite a few more parties in the past year, and he really loved to dance.

 Peter pulled you to the grass with everyone else who was dancing. You looked around nervously. 

 “Don’t worry about them, just follow my lead.” Peter instructed, throwing your arms around his neck as he held your waist. He pulled you close to him, and he began swaying pretty fast, and you struggled to keep up with his rhythm at first. “Blinding Lights” by the Weeknd was blasting and it felt great to dance to, even though you were still a little tense. 

  “Just let go.” Peter urged, trying to help guide you, as you felt his hips rolling. There were those butterflies again.

You finally just let go and allowed yourself to have fun, after all you had been keeping down. You were having so much fun, and so was Peter. You felt safe with him, and liked being this close to him. Neither of you worried about anything. You were both just being free and happy and young. You kept laughing, especially when Peter would twirl you really fast, dip you, or pick you up and spin you. You were both in pure summer bliss. 

…

Back at the cabin, everyone had finished eating dinner and were sitting around the table. 

  “Uh where are the kids?” Sam asked. 

  “I think they’re STILL swimming.” Wanda said. 

  “Yeah they should come eat, or their food is going to be cold.” Pepper said, getting up from the table. She peeked outside, and saw the pool was empty. She stepped outside and looked around. There was no one. “They are not in the pool. I don’t see them anywhere.” 

Bucky and Steve simultaneously shot up from their seats and rushed to the back door. They called your names and searched the yard, but there was no answer, no one. 

  “Tony, we gotta find them.” Bucky stressed. “What if something bad happened?”

  “Hey it’s probably fine! They are old enough to go for a walk or something.” Tony said, even though he was a little worried deep down.

  “Uh without telling anybody?” Steve snapped. 

  “It is unlike them.” Natasha added.

  “I trust Peter. Immensely. Y/n as well.” Tony argued. 

  “They could be in trouble!” Steve fought. 

  “He’s Spider-Man!” Tony retaliated. 

  “SO?” Bucky yelled. He was furious. 

  “Two teenagers… going off alone… after swimming? Sounds fishy to me.” Sam shrugged. 

  “Oh my God. My little girl… I think I might faint.” Bucky said, collapsing to a chair. 

“Oh they aren’t! Geez! Don’t think that.” Nat scoffed.

  “I AM GOING TO SEARCH FOR THEM IMMEDIATELY.” Thor growled, heading towards the door. 

  “WAIT! Wait.” Tony called, causing everyone to stop. Peter and I have a device in his web shooters. He has them on. I know for a fact. If he was in any danger, I’d be notified immediately. See?” Tony said, holding up his phone, confirming that Peter had his web shooters and was alright.  “The only thing I don’t have on him is a GPS. I decided to give him more freedom than that.”

 Everyone relaxed. 

  “Okay. Okay, so they just ran off. Probably to go in the canoe or something. Everything is fine.” Steve sighed of relief. Bucky seemed to calm down too. 

  “I trust her. I do.” Bucky reassured everyone, and himself.

Tony looked at Peter’s vitals though, and his heart dropped. 

  “Um… the only thing I’m seeing that is kind of… um. Weird-” Tony spoke up. 

  “WHAT.” Thor demanded. 

  “Peter’s heart rate is really, really high.” Tony announced. 

  “Oh God… I think I’m gonna be sick. My baby.” Bucky said dramatically as Steve crashed down in the chair next to him, his head in his hands. 

  “We’ll just wait for them to return.” 

…

  You and Peter had danced to several songs and now you were in the grass, tickling the snot out of Peter, after you both sat down at the party to chill and drink water. You both were NOT going to drink alcohol. That would just give you a reason to be in trouble.

  “PLEHEHEHEASE! Y/N! I’m soohohorry!” Peter screamed through his laughter as you tickled all over his tummy and sides for sticking an ice cube down the back of your swimsuit top. “IHIHIHI CAHAHAN’T BREHEHEHATHE!” He cried as you cackled at him. 

 “Serves you right, doesn’t it? Huh?” You teased as you tickled his upper ribs, and he rolled all over the grass in ticklish agony. 

 “YEHEHEHES! I’M SOHOHOHO SOHOHORRY!” He shouted through his laughter. 

You decided to have mercy on him, and he sat up catching his breath.

  “Ohohoho my goodness. I can literally feel my heart.. beating out of my chest.” 

You giggled at him. “Wanna swim before we head back to the cabin?” You asked him.

  “Definitely!” Peter said, getting to his feet, followed by you. 

You noticed a group of people were jumping off a cliff into the water. They were laughing and having fun. 

  “Peter, look! I wanna do that!” You said, pointing to more people jumping off the cliff. 

  “Um… you sure?” He asked. He knew he could do it no problem, but was worried about you.

  “YES! They are doing it and they are fine!” You exclaimed, dragging him to the cliff. 

When you arrived, you were next to jump. Peter attempted to pick you up, but you stopped him.     

  “No! I want to do it myself, Peter.” You said. 

  “Oh um okay, just make sure when you hit the water, you bring your legs up towards your chest, alright? It’s not very deep.” Peter explained. 

  “Got it.” You said, and on the count of three, you both jumped. The drop was so exciting, but when you hit the water, your attempt to raise your legs failed, and a shooting pain was sent through your right leg. You were in shock and felt as if the air was knocked out of you. You were too far to the right on the cliff, and when you jumped, you landed on a large rock that was only about three feet under the surface of the water. 

 Peter came up out of the water, laughing and you fake laughed. You were a bit embarrassed with what just happened and didn’t want to make a scene, but as you started to swim to the shore, tears started to flow down your face, as the pain worsened. 

  “Pete. Help.” You choked out from behind him, as you tried to swim. 

Peter turned around and the expression on his face was pure worry. He pulled you out of the water onto the grass and observed your leg. It was red, swollen, and bleeding quite a bit in a few spots. 

  “I landed on a rock.” You said. 

 “Do you think it’s broken?” He asked.

 “I can’t tell.” 

Peter scooped you up in his arms, and took off towards the cabin as fast and carefully as he could. 

  Peter stumbled in the back door with you in his arms. He had a guilty expression gracing his face. Bucky snatched you away from him. 

  “Bring her up to Pepper and I’s bathroom.” Tony ordered. 

Bucky carried you up the stairs. “You okay, baby?” He asked worriedly. 

 “Just sore.” You said. 

Peter tried to follow you up the stairs, but was blocked by an angry Steve. 

  “Couch. Now.” He ordered. 

Peter sighed and went to the living room where everyone else was. 

…

You were sitting on the bathroom counter, now in your pajamas.

 “Well no breaks or sprains. Just busted it up pretty good. Should be normal in a few days, just bruises and scars.” Tony concluded as he wrapped bandages on your leg. 

  “Thank you, Tony.” You said quietly.  

  “This shouldn’t have happened.” Bucky said to you. He didn’t seem angry, just upset. 

  “It was just a stupid accident. No one’s fault but mine.” You countered. 

  “Peter should’ve taken better care of you.” Bucky replied. 

 “THAT. That is my problem! Care of me? I’m not a baby! I just wanted to have fun, and be my age. But you and Steve are overbearing!” You shouted, frustrated. 

Just as you were saying these things, Steve entered the bathroom, having heard it all from Peter, and now you. 

  “Steve! You’re the one who has pushed me to be more independent, but when I am, you freak out.” You seethed, but were now lowering your voice and calming down. 

  “You know she’s right.” Tony added, putting away the first aid kit. 

  “You are right.” Steve admitted. “But you can’t just expect us to let you be reckless.” 

You were quiet for a moment and tears started to form back in your eyes. You had been reckless, and disrespectful, you realized. This whole growing up thing was hard to navigate, but they didn’t deserve this, and you didn’t mean to hurt anyone.

  “I’m... sorry.” you said, shaking your head as if you just came out of a rebellious trance. 

  “Y/n. You gotta tell us when you go somewhere. You gotta let us make sure you can operate a dangerous vehicle.” Bucky scolded in a stern, yet soft tone. 

You looked over at Tony. 

  “He’s also right.” Tony told you, nodding toward Bucky. 

  “I’m still new at this parenting thing, but I just want you to know I really care about you, and want to help you make good choices. You know, we were really scared about you just disappearing with Peter tonight. That could mean a lot of different things. Even if it is Peter.” Bucky explained. 

  “I should’ve told you what was going on. I really hope you can still trust me after tonight… but I still had fun, and I took care of myself.” You said, but then smiled. “Well until I jumped off a cliff into shallow water.” 

Steve, Bucky, and Tony all chuckled and you joined them, and soon you were all laughing hysterically. After laughing for quite a while, you hugged Bucky. 

  “I really am sorry, Dad.” You said, seriously. 

Bucky gave you a forgiving smile. Steve too. 

  “Rock on, Y/n/n. But seriously, make good choices, heh?!” Tony chirped as he left the bathroom, making you giggle. 

  “So are you gonna ground me or something?” You asked, looking up at Steve and Bucky nervously. 

 “That’s up to your dad.” Steve answered, gesturing toward Bucky. 

Bucky sighed. “I’ll tell you what, kid, I’m gonna let this one slide.”

You smiled excitedly and clapped your hands together, but your face fell when a very intimidating Bucky leaned close to you, his piercing blue eyes locked onto yours. 

 “But this is your warning. Cross me again, and you’ll regret it.” He warned through gritted teeth. 

You gulped. That sure was intense and you felt a real fear of him for the first time, but a good fear. A respectful fear. 

  “G-got it. You a-are the Alpha. White Wolf. L-leader.” You spluttered, pointing at his nose. 

His gritted teeth turned into a playful grin as his hands latched onto your sides, harshly tickling you, much to your surprise. Your smile spread across your face and you broke out into laughter. 

  “Still gonna teach ya a lesson.” Bucky said cooly, before lifting you up off the counter and carrying you to the bed. 

  “I have learned my lesson! I promise! Plehehehease!” You insisted, but Bucky ignored your pleads.

  “Wanna help me out, Steve?” He asked his fellow super soldier. 

  “Don’t mind if I do!” Steve grinned, cracking his knuckles as he slowly approached you as Bucky glared down at you playfully, pretending to be so angry that his eye was twitching. He held your hands to his chest.

Steve sat next to you on the bed as you giggled nervously. Steve started shaking your tummy and you laughed like crazy, bringing a smile to Steve and Bucky’s faces. Bucky tickled under your arms and your neck while Steve tortured your tummy, sides, and ribs. You squirmed and laughed, but were honestly loving this. You were afraid they wouldn’t still do this, or be playful anymore since you were growing up. You never wanted this to go away.

  Ever since you told Steve you liked being tickled, he was always happy to comply, but would never tell anyone else about it. It still made you blush that he knew, since you really didn’t mean for him to find out, but he was always really sweet about it. Bucky moved over as Steve was now tickling your ribs. 

  “Y/n still loves tickles even though she is growing up. She isn’t all big and bad after all, is she? Nope!” Steve teased as he shook your ribs. You blushed profusely, making him cackle, and you couldn’t help your famous belly laugh from pouring out of you. 

 Bucky listened to what Steve was saying and was a bit confused. 

  “Wait. Wait wait wait. Stop a second.” Bucky ordered. Steve quit and looked at Bucky. Your eyes went wide. Oh no. 

  “Is that true?! You like being tickled, Y/n?” Bucky asked as if it was the most adorable thing he had ever heard. 

  “Ohoho no. I’m sorry, Y/n.” Steve apologized sweetly as he didn’t mean to expose you like that. 

  “Maybe…” You answered with a sheepish smile. You couldn’t get any redder. 

  “YES? IS THAT A YES?” Bucky urged. 

  “Don’t tell a soul!” You whined, hiding your face in your hands. 

  “That is so CUTE!” Bucky beamed. 

  “I don’t know why. I just always have.” You admitted shyly. 

  “That actually explains a lot.” Bucky giggled, thinking back on all the evidence. “Tickle time!” He teased as he began to tickle your tummy and you had never been more flustered in your life, ever, but you were really glad he knew now. 

He tickled you some more until you had enough and were now really tired. He and Steve laid next to, as Bucky stroked your hair lovingly. Suddenly, Thor burst through the door. 

  “Princess, you are hereby sentenced to grounding for running off!” He declared. “Young Peter has also been banished. I locked him in the closet.” He joked, as he dramatically stormed toward you. 

  You burst out laughing at him as he snatched you up, making sure to be careful with your leg, and threw you over his shoulder while you giggled. Bucky and Steve giggled as well.

[ecampbellsoup]

Weel, genuinely never thought this day would come, but here we are: my first fic. Firstly, just to put this out there: I have no idea what I am doing. I have no idea how long this will last, if it’s a story yet, etc etc etc. But this wee scene came clear as day to my mind the other night, I had a blast writing it, and I felt compelled to share it with all of you. 

Thank you @thelassthatisgone​ for being so supportive & @thefraserwitch​ @kkruml and @abreathofsnowandwaffles for reading, encouraging, and being my betas. 

*Small note: I wrote this entire piece while only listening to “The Kiss” by Trevor Jones, so feel free to listen to this brilliant score as you read*

Here goes nothing...

A Trip to the Sun

We just stared at each other.

Moments passed, seconds, minutes, hours...I’ll never know.

We stood there, unmoving. We didn’t speak a word. 

Jamie's eyes remained locked on mine, but they narrowed, and I knew exactly what that meant. 

My breath quickened. I felt as if I were running, yet I still never budged.

My cheeks burned. Even after all these years, this man could still make me blush.

Just with the look of his eye, my entire body responded with anticipated pleasure. Heart pounding, palms sweaty, skin flushed, chest rising and falling, pulse racing...I waited. 

And then, like a crack of thunder, he was against me.

Slamming me into the wall, lifting my legs off the ground, he held my weight.  

I felt every square inch against me. 

His warmth, his desire.

I felt him.

Jamie’s hands slid inside my shift. His fingers laced around the edges of the fabric, and in a second he ripped the gown straight down the middle as if it were no more than a piece of paper; it fell to my feet. 

Jamie had all of me to himself. 

Every pore exposed to the winter air, I shivered. But I didn’t feel the cold. My entire being was lit on fire.

Heartbeat in my throat, my lower back arched waiting for him, needing him, longing for him, ready for him...pressing my hands into his back, I willed him into me. 

But then... 

Suddenly everything slowed down, stilled. 

Normally Jamie was considerate, thoughtful, bloody brilliant, but efficient. As soon as we started, there was no slowing down either of us. It would be like attempting to hold the tide back from the shore. 

Yet this time, I felt his restraint. 

After a deep exhale, he pulled away from me slightly so he could look me full in the face. With a coy smile, and that slight tilt of his head, he just stared at me for a moment. His eyes searched me. 

Those eyes, oh his eyes. 

Gently brushing a stray hair from my face, his gaze remained steady, unwavering. He pierces me. Jamie always has. He and he alone. 

Then...hardly loud enough to hear, he rasped, “Do ye have any idea how much I love you?”

Blinking hard, my eyes welled. Struggling to draw breath, let alone form words, I couldn't respond. I simply remained there at his mercy. He wiped the tear I didn't know had fallen away from my cheek and kissed it. 

He didn’t seem bothered by my silence. On the contrary: his gaze landed on my lips. Looking into my eyes, then back down again. Lingering for just a moment, he took them. He kissed me lightly, but there was a hunger there that mirrored my own. 

Slowly, deliberately, his hands went seeking. He searched, exploring my body, setting it ablaze. His calloused fingers grazed my delicate skin. I catch my breath reacting to every spot he touches. Delicately at first, then firmly, decidedly. My burning flesh tingled with chills all over in response.

Jamie made the seconds stand still as he took his time. He was teasing me. I would have laughed if I could've managed, but I was enraptured by my husband. Completely under his power and happy to be there. 

He never broke eye contact. He remained cemented on me and I utterly transfixed. 

He was in no rush. He was there for me. Only me. 

Our breath mingled together as we both began to breathe more and more rapidly: our desire heightening with every passing second.

Whimpering, I bit down hard on my lip as he finally reached what he was hunting for and where I yearned to be touched. Pinned, bare before him, I awaited his bidding. 

Leaning into me, even closer, there was no space between us anymore. Completely pressed against the wall, I was his captive. I could not have moved even had I wanted to. I didn't.

While his hands continued to bless me with their attention, licking his lips, he tried to kiss me. 

Unable to concentrate on anything else, I threw my head back. Eyes sealed shut, my mouth open, I started moaning in response whether I willed it or not. Beyond controlling myself any longer,  I clutched at his shirt, grasping at anything to brace myself with as I flew higher and higher. 

He knew what to do to me, he knew exactly how to touch me, he knew precisely how to please me. But Jamie was doing it this time with such attention, such selflessness. 

Jamie had always been a generous lover. From day one. I always felt him prefer my needs, but this...this was something else entirely. It was as if his entire goal, purpose, aim in life was to give me pleasure. And he was succeeding.

Breaking my concentration, Jamie grabbed my chin and forced my head forward to face him. His hand then clutched the back of my head, sliding his tongue inside my mouth, he kissed me. Thoroughly, withholding nothing. 

My entire body tensed, completely overwhelmed with explosions of bliss, electric currents of goodness. I moaned loudly inside his mouth. This could very well be how I die. 

So close, I groaned, “Jamie”...breathing out, “ Please.”

Hearing the smile in his voice, unable to open my eyes, he whispers in my ear, “Not just yet, mo chridhe.”

Jamie’s mouth skimmed the surface my skin. Light kisses begin to trail all over my neck...collarbone...

He was relentless, unyielding; he pursued my pleasure to the end. Taking care not to rush, not to haste. But deliberately, thoroughly, give. And I could feel his unbridled joy knowing that he was taking me to the sun. 

When I couldn't take it anymore I grabbed both sides of his face, crushed my forehead against his, crying out. I held him there for a moment as the spasms of euphoria washed over me. Dear God, this man. 

Panting, I leaned my head back against the wall, my body shaking. It took me several minutes to recover. The lids of my eyes remained closed. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in...

Finally putting my feet back on the floor, I slowly floated back to the earth with them. His hands wrapped around me and land on either side of my hips, hugging me. Hearing a chuckle, I crack one eye open. Jamie takes this as an invitation and kisses me again. Dear God, this man.

Opening both eyes, I looked at him, “What is it?”

Face shining, “Och, nothing Sassenach. It’s just ye’ve been knocking me with that rock solid head from the beginning.” With that wicked grin, “Some things never change.”

[himbowelsh]

Hi there! Could we also get a Valentines A-Z for Eugene Roe? I am hopelessly in love with that man

valentines day alphabet  ( accepting! )

aren’t we all, anon? aren’t we all

A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

Very subtly. Eugene Roe isn’t a “words” man  ---  his language is action, tiny gestures which show the people he loves how much he cares. When Gene cares, he cares a whole lot...  so it’s important to him to do things for the people around him. He’ll fix a broken fence without asking, clean his mother’s kitchen, replace a vase of flowers if they’re starting to wilt. Little, practical things, which nonetheless show a depth of care for the other person, and an understanding of exactly what they need in that moment. If he’s really close to someone  ---  at a point where he feels perfectly comfortable with them   ---   he’ll also offer physical affection from time to time.

B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

He actually knows a surprising amount about flowers and herbology, just from watching his mother, a passionate gardener. He’s not fond of store-bought bouquets. If possible, he’ll throw something together himself, just from what can be found in the local gardens, and it’ll look damn lovely.

C   :   CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

He’s not going to go feral over it, but he’s got a healthy appreciation for chocolate.

D   :   DATE.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

He’d love to do something outdoors. Maybe a picnic in a quiet place, on a sunny day, with a canopy of trees proving shade overhead. Dappled sunlight falls across his bare arms as he stretches out on the blanket, leaning slightly against his partner; they made sandwiches while he brought lemonade and fruit; the chocolate chip cookies are freshly-baked. There’s no chill in the air. Somewhere close, birds are chirping. The entire world seems completely at peace, and he’s so happy to be enjoying it with someone he loves.

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

Gene’s really not a hugger...  so when he does seek out physical affection, it means something. Maybe he’s emotionally exhausted, or maybe recognizes the other person needs it in the moment; at any rate, his hugs are like finally exhaling a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. They’re not too much, but just enough to leave someone feeling relieved, like a weight’s been lifted from their shoulders.

F   :   FLIRT.   is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

He’s got gorgeous eyes. We know that. Say that dark gaze locks with someone else across a crowded room, and draws them in instead of letting go...   or perhaps they’re close enough that it’s easy to brush up against each other just slightly, hands accidentally caressing each other when reaching for the same thing...  Gene’s flirting is very subtle, and has no right to be as seductive as it is.   (Please note:  this is strictly Sober Gene. Sober Gene and Drunk Gene are two very different people. Drunk Gene gives lapdances.)

G   :   GIFT.   is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

He’s okay at it. No one would call him a gift-giving master. Sometimes he gets it right and sometimes he gives Lewis Nixon a chia pet. When Gene gives great gifts, it’s clear how much effort he put into it; when he misses the mark completely, it’s hard to tell if he put any effort in at all.

H   :   HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

He’s guarded by necessity. Gene keeps his heart locked away behind no less than a dozen fortified walls. Breaking through them requires a wrecking ball, chocolate, and a lot of determination. He’s cautious, because when he cares he can’t help caring deeply, and quietly dreads the inevitability of getting hurt...  but sometimes letting people in is worth the risk. He’s...  still working on realizing that.

I    :   I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

...  more difficult than it has any right to be. Again, Gene’s not great at the whole “expressing his feelings” thing. If he’s in love, he wants his partner to know it...  but coming right out and declaring it is one of the hardest things in the world. He’d hedge his bets, working to show them his love rather than spelling it out. If he has a very verbally demonstrative partner, he’d be able to say it more easily over time, just because he’s used to hearing it...  but on the rare occasions Gene does say “I love you”, it’s that much more precious, because he’s feeling it so intensely in the moment that he can’t keep it inside.

J   :   JEALOUSY.   does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

Oh, yeah. Ye-eeahh. Not over just anything, but blatantly obvious things  ---  like seeing someone flirting with his partner, or touching them shamelessly... it gets Gene riled up. He’ll loom over the interaction, not saying a word, but silently intimidating the hell out of the interloper until he backs down...  and once he has, Gene steps up. He and his partner usually have to make themselves scarce quickly, because Gene can’t refrain from touching them. As soon as they’re alone...  all bets are off. Instinct takes over; all Gene can do is press them up against the wall and kiss them, hard and hot, until all thoughts of that other fool have flown out of their head.

K   :   KISS.   is your muse a good kisser? why / why not?

Gene starts out shy...  but, with the right encouragement from his partner, finds his footing very quickly. Uses touches very sparingly, but with great effect; tends not to linger in a kiss for long, parting for air just to allow his breath to caress his partner’s flushed lips, before diving back in for more. When he really gets into it, Gene becomes hungry, clutching harder at his partner, sucking at their lips and gasping in the short pauses for breath.

L   :   LOVE.   who does your muse love?

He’s very devoted to his family, especially his grandmother when she was alive; Gene loves his hometown, everything about it, and he loves the people he’s grown up alongside. Certain people, like Babe and Renee, hold places of honor in his heart; once he’s grown to care for someone that much, he’ll do literally anything for them.

M   :   MOONLIGHT.   is morning or night a more romantic setting?

Gene is a morning person. It’s not by choice. If he knew how to sleep in, he absolutely would, but his body just isn’t wired that way. He tries to be romantic at night, but after a long day, he’s usually crashing by around midnight. Obviously when he forces himself to, he can stay up (copious amounts of caffeine helps) but any time he’s got the time is a romantic time, far as he’s concerned.

N   :   NAUGHTY.   what is your muse like in bed?

Gene is intense to the point that it’s nearly overwhelming. His caresses, his movements, his kisses...  everything is charged with an electricity that can become overwhelming if his control slips.  He’s a demanding lover, giving his partner little time to rest;  his hands are doing one thing while his mouth is doing something else, all designed to elicit a reaction from his partner. It’s not something he thinks through in the moment   ---   Gene’s a purely instinctual lover, but he’s got some great instincts. Loves to have his mouth on his partner’s neck, slowly trailing down to their bare chest. He’s silent in bed, but vocal partners really do it for him; he could get off on his lover’s moans alone.

O   :   ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

Oooooh no, he’s not a “words” man at all! Gene struggles to verbalize his emotions; for as much as he feels deeply, getting those feelings out is like trying to speak a language he’s never learned. People close to Gene must learn to read his expressions and gestures, as well as his variety of “hmms”, because they say a lot more about how he’s feeling than he ever could.

P   :   PARTNER.   what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

Gene needs someone who cares. Not just for him, but...  about lots of things. Everything. Gene is drawn to people whose compassion is endless, who make the room seem a little kinder for their presence. He also appreciates someone who can lighten the mood, because maybe he gets a little grim at times, and who can get him to smile even on his roughest days. He’d love someone with a good singing voice, and a grounded side, even if they don’t show it that often.

Q   :   QUESTION.   would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

(Go down and read ‘WEDDING’ first!) Once he’s made his mind up, asking is a piece of cake. He doesn’t go all out with the ring  ---  Gene’s not gonna marry someone who needs a huge rock on their finger, and frankly he can’t afford it  ---  but he finds the perfect place to propose. At the top of a hill, under a tree he used to climb as a little boy  ---  maybe the same place they had their picnic  ---  he won’t drop to one knee, but pull his partner close and slip the ring out of his pocket. A quiet “If you’ll have me,” is all it takes to make his intentions clear.

R   :   ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

He’s shy about his romantic side; it’s not something he likes showing off, because he feels a little silly for being taken in by all those fairytale ideas. Gene would love a scene out of a Disney movie  ---   rowing on the river with his partner with fireflies all around, or kissing each other in the rain. Thing is, those aren’t realistic things to want, especially not from someone who considers himself so grounded. Gene’s romantic nature is buried under a heavy layer of practicality, but he can be heartrendingly romantic when the situation is right. 

S   :   SWEETHEART.   did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

Nah. He was a real wild child in elementary school, and most of the girls were wary of him. By middle and high school, he kept to himself more, and didn’t have much interest in dating.

T   :   TRUE LOVE.   does your muse believe in true love?

He...  genuinely doesn’t know. Maybe it’s real for some people, but until he’s experienced it himself, hard to say. It’s not something he thinks a lot about.

U   :   UNREQUITED.   has your muse had their heart broken?

He’s been burned before, and that’s hurt enough. Gene isn’t eager to have his heart broken entirely.

V   :   VALENTINE.   how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

Lowkey, Gene would love to do something nice for Valentine’s Day...  but he’d be hesitant at scheduling something himself, both because he’s bad at planning surprises, and because he wants his partner to enjoy themselves just as much as he is. He’d straight out ask them, “what do you want to do for Valentine’s Day?” and they can brainstorm from there. As soon as they’ve got a good idea, Gene will work out all the technical details...  and from there, they can just enjoy the day.   (Even if they’re not doing anything, he never forgets to get his partner chocolate, because that’s just a Valentine’s Day tradition that can’t be ignored.)

W  :   WEDDING.   would your muse get married? why / why not?

He...  doesn’t plan on it, no. Doesn’t actively plan on it. It’s not something he has any interest in, or gives any consideration to, until he meets the right person. At some point in the relationship   ---   once he’s it’s casually occurred to him, “yeah, this feels right, I could do this forever”   ---  the realization will hit him like a ton of bricks. He wants to get married. He wants to spend the rest of his life with this person. He feels nothing for the idea of marriage, but everything for the person involved, so they’re his deciding factor.

X   :   XOXO.   does your muse use / like pet names?

He’s veeeery sparing with nicknames. The only times he’ll use them are when he wants to put someone at ease  (like when someone’s injured, and formalities have to be dropped, because they’re already panicked enough)  or when he’s very close to someone. All his family has nicknames, and Gene uses those without a second thought; if he cares deeply for someone, it’s way easier to be informal with them. For a partner, he’ll still be sparing with pet names, but may throw out the occasional “cher/chere”.

Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

We talked about the jealousy thing, right? Gene’s protective streak is on a completely different level. He’ll throw down for the people he cares about, no question. For such an unassuming man, he can be fierce when pushed to it, and the one thing guaranteed to set him off is seeing someone he loves threatened.

Z   :   ZZZ.   how many people has your muse slept with?

He had a few girls back home   ---  teenage experimentation, and it never really went beyond that. He’s also got that sexy Catholic Guilt going on, so he feels a bit bad about it; sleeping around is not for him. At most, Gene’s had...  two previous partners.

[myhockeyworld87]

Careless - Jamie Benn - Part 2

Requested: No

Word Count: 2667

Warning: Smut, like NSFW smut, oral, sex, cursing

Notes: So I was totally in my Jamie Benn feels yesterday and after I wrote the first part; I just had an overwhelming need to write the smut that came afterwards. I hope you guys enjoy this one. Also, I apologize in advance to any misspellings, etc...I didn’t proof read these last two pieces very well before posting them.

READER POV

 The kiss with Jamie was everything and had you wanting more, before it even ended. So, when he pulled back you said the only thing that came to your mind, “Let’s get out of here.” Jamie didn’t have to be asked twice. He was grabbing your hand and ready to head straight out the door. “Jamie, I need to finish up here first.”

 “Oh, right. Sorry.” He was anxious, but then so were you.

 “Give me fifteen minutes, to clean up the tables and then we can be out of here.” One of his hands still held you by the waist, as if he let go of you; you might not return. Going up on your tip toes you kissed him fast and hard; anything more and you’d never get out of the store room. Grabbing the hand on your waist, you led him back to the bar.

Thankfully, all the customers had left. You assumed one of the bartenders had settled up the tab from the rowdy bunch you’d had earlier. Jamie sat at the end of the bar, leg bouncing up and down in anticipation of what was to come; you weren’t far behind him, as the tray of empty glasses wobbled when you carried it back to the kitchen. Quickly you wiped down all the tables, then clocked yourself out. Grabbing your stuff, from backstage; you sauntered up to Jamie, placing a gentle hand on his arm. “Ready to go?”

 “Mmmm,” it was all he said; as if he didn’t trust his own voice to speak. His hand held yours as you walked out the door and headed to the car. You’d both taken this path, numerous times over the last few weeks, but never like this; and usually to your lonely car to head home. Assuming your vehicle was the destination, you started to dig through your purse to find your keys. “Leave it, we’ll get your car later.” Crossing over to the customer lot, Jamie took you to his SUV. In true gentleman fashion, he opened the door for you and you slid inside; the cool leather caused a chill up your spine. Jamie made his way to the driver’s seat and within minutes you were on the road.

  JAMIE’S POV

 Finally, you had (Y/N) exactly where you wanted her; well not exactly, but you were headed in that direction. She was in your car, on the way to your home. There was no question as to where you two were headed; you wanted her in your house and in your bed. An overwhelming need to possess her, overtook you; you wanted to show her everything you could give her, if she’d let you.

 Reaching over you put her hand in yours; music played in the background, but you paid it no mind. The fifteen-minute ride to your place was silent, but not uncomfortable. Deactivating the alarm, you pulled into the garage and hopped out of the SUV quickly; to get the door for (Y/N). Grabbing her bag and her hand, you led her into your home.

 Her eyes swept over the house, which wasn’t quite prepared for entertaining; yet still she seemed to admire it. “Wow Jamie, this place is amazing.” You’d only made it through the kitchen; which opened up to a family room. It looked better in the daylight and you relished the chance to show it to her in the morning.

 “Do you want something to drink or eat or…” shit, it’s been a long time since you’d done this; though you never were one to have the smoothest moves, you were failing miserably with (Y/N). You always seemed tongue-tied around this woman.

 You still held her hand, as well as her bag; so, you set it down on the kitchen island. She tugged your hand then, drawing you close to her. “I don’t need anything…but you.” Your lips crushed hers, as soon as the words were out of her mouth. Mouths fused together, tongues swirling learning what the other liked. Vaguely you heard a moan, whether it was yours or (Y/N)’s you couldn’t tell. Releasing her hand from your grasp, you trailed it down her spine; causing her to shiver. Hands threading through your hair, she pulled you deeper into the kiss.

 Her body pressed up against you, and your cock twitched in expectation; you were certain she could feel its hard length against her. You needed more, but not here in your damn kitchen. Unwilling to break the kiss, you reached down and cupped her ass; lifting her in the air. Her legs wrapped around your waist as you slowly carried her down the hall to your bedroom. The lights were off, only the dim light from the hall lit the room. Gently you laid her down onto the duvet; only then did you break the kiss, both of you breathing harshly. She looked stunning sprawled out on your bed; and you took a moment to absorb the imagine into your brain. Lips swollen and red from the kisses you’d shared, long gorgeous hair spread out like spun silk strands; to say she was beautiful was an understatement and didn’t do her justice. “God, (Y/N) you’re exquisite.”

 Lifting your shirt over your head, you tossed it aside; you saw her eyes roam your body appreciatively. She pulled her lip between her teeth and you swore your dick hardened tenfold. Slowly you climbed over top of the goddess spread out before you; bending down to capture her lips once again. Her hands roamed your chest; nails lightly raking your skin. Trailing kisses down her neck, you slid a strap off her shoulder; exposing one of her breasts. The skimpy costume didn’t allow for a bra and at the moment you were thanking the dress making gods for their easy access. Soft and full, you cupped the breast in your palm, drawing her nipple in your mouth. She inhaled sharply and a moan escaped her lips. “Mmmm, yes Jamie yes.” Easing the other strap down, you gave the same lavish attention to her other nipple; flicking your tongue over it. She squirmed underneath your ministrations, a feeling that had you on edge.

 Gliding your hand down, you scrunched her dress down to her hips; it wasn’t enough, you wanted the offense garment off her body. Impatiently she lifted her hips and slid it down around her knees; where you were able to remove it all together. Clad only in a black thong, she was everything you’d ever wanted. Sliding your hand up her thigh, you slowly made your way to her sweet center. Running a finger over her panties you could feel her desire for you. “Babe, you’re so fucking wet.” A blush slowly crept up her body; which was soon squirming as you danced your fingers over the cloth covering her clit. Kissing down her stomach; you hooked a finger on each side of the thong. Drawing it down as you inhaled her scent. It was intoxicating.

 Trailing your lips up her thighs, you made your way up to her sweet little pussy. You blew a warm breath of air over her folds and she shivered. “Oh god!” You flicked your tongue across her clit and were rewarded as she screamed out, “Jamie.” Slowly you licked up and down her folds; hands on her hips to keep her still. She moaned some more, which only spurred you on. Glancing up you saw she was playing with her breast, rubbing her nipple between her thumb and finger.

 “God that’s so fucking hot, (Y/N).” Resuming your assault on her clit; you gradually pressed a finger inside her. Another moan came from her mouth, as you slowly moved your finger in and out of her. Her hips bucked up into your mouth, and you picked up speed; suckling at the swollen bud between your lips. Gently you added another finger, her walls compressing against them as they stroked her core. “You’re so tight.”

 “Jamie” she panted. “I’m…gonna.” Lapping harder with your tongue on her clit; you moved your fingers in and out of her entrance, fucking her with your hand. She shuddered then, screaming your name as she broke apart. Legs shaking, head lolling back and forth as the orgasm hit her. Her juices drenched your mouth and fingers. You continued to pump your digits as she came down from the high, she just experienced. Gradually, her body relaxed. She reached for you then, bringing your mouth to hers; she tasted her juices on your lips. This woman was everything and so much more.

  READER’S POV

 The climax you’d just had with Jamie was like none you’d ever experienced before, but you still wanted more. You wanted to feel him deep inside you. So, as you kissed your wetness off his lips; you trailed your hands down to his jeans. Undoing his belt proved more of a challenge than you thought; your hand fumbled. Probably more from the orgasm you’d just had then anything else. Once you regained composure you easily unfastened it, as well as the button; sliding them down to his knees. Your hand snaked back up to feel the length of cock through his boxer briefs. Just like the rest of him, his dick was impressive; you knew you’d be sore tomorrow just from the girth of it. Breaking the kiss, you moved to kiss your way down and return the favor you’d just received. Jamie halted your progress. “Not this time baby, I’ll never last and I want this to be good for both of us.”

 Standing, Jamie strode to the nightstand and pulled out a condom; sliding his jeans and his boxer briefs off at the same time. If a man could be gorgeous, Jamie was definitely that. He was all muscle and sinew. Tattoos covering different limbs of his body; you wanted to spend all night tracing them with your finger. But that was for another time. Right now, he was standing in front of you rock hard; more wetness flooded your pussy. Rolling the condom on his length; he then climbed back on to the bed. You wanted to feel his cock in your hand, but Jamie wasn’t having any of that. Instead he laid you back down on the bed, pushed your knees further apart and settled himself between them. His cock in hand, he stroked it up and down your pussy, coating it with your wetness, and eliciting another moan from your lips; before pressing the tip at your entrance. Painstakingly slow he pressed into you; only giving you one inch at a time.

 You wanted him pressed all the way inside you, but Jamie was not to be rushed. A weak plea escaped your lips. “Please, Jamie, please…I need you.”

 “You want more baby girl. You need me to fill you up.”

 “God, Jamie yes…please.” Finally, he pushed forward filling you with his cock. He stayed there just for a minute. Hands on either side of your head; breathing harshly. It was if he needed a minute to get himself under control. You lifted up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips; he deepened the kiss right away as he began to pump in and out of you. The two of you built up a steady rhythm, you meeting each of his thrust. A fine sheen of sweat broke out across his brow. You could tell he was getting close, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to climax again without some direct stimulation to your clit. So, you reached between your bodies and found the little nub so desperate for attention.

 “Yes baby” Jamie panted out. “MMhmmm. I’m so close. Are you?’

 You flicked your clit once, then again; finally applying just the right amount of pressure to go with Jamie’s thrust. The next thing you knew, you were coming around his cock. Screaming “Jamie.” Your walls spasmed around him and with a few short thrusts he came with you, spilling his seed into the condom. Groaning your name as the force of his orgasm hit. He collapsed on top you then. The weight of him felt wonderful; you could stay like this for days. That was until he moved, rolling you both onto your sides; his cock flaccid, still inside you. He held you tight, while he rained kisses all over your body.

 “That was fucking amazing babe.” His hands were running up and down your back now; you felt completely satisfied.

 “Mmhmmm. It really was.” Lazily you traced circles on his arms and chest. You didn’t want to move, but you weren’t sure how Jamie would feel about you staying. During the ride over you’d already decided you could just Uber to your car and head home from there; the only problem was his cock was still inside you. His callused fingertips ran down your spine causing you to shiver.

 “You ok?” When you nodded, he gently pulled his cock out of you and got off the bed; instantly you felt empty without him. He walked into the ensuite then; you could hear the water running. Mind racing, you weren’t sure if you should get up and gather your clothes or perhaps stay and see if there would be a round two. Blowing out a frustrated breath, you swung your legs to the side of the bed and started to get up. “What are you doing?”

 “I was just going to grab my stuff.” Your eyes searched in the dim light for where he had discarded your dress. “Don’t worry, I’m just going to call an Uber; you don’t have to get dressed or anything.”

 He looked confused and disappointed. “So, you’re not staying?”

 “Ummm…I didn’t really think you wanted me to.” Gesturing over to the bathroom that he’d just been in minutes ago.

 “What? Of course, I want you to stay. I just went to get this for you.” A wet wash cloth, hung limply in his hands. “(Y/N) I meant it when I said I want you to be my girlfriend.”

 “Oh” it was all you could say as your brain processed his last comment.

 Standing in front of you naked as the day he was born, he looked vulnerable and masculine all at the same time. “I understand if you don’t want that. Just give me a second and I’ll take you back to your car.”

 He started to turn back to the bathroom then; “Jamie, no…I mean...” you got up, striding over to this soft teddy bear of a man. Taking a deep breath, you started over. “I’d love to be your girlfriend Jamie. In fact, I’ve wanted that for a long time now.” His lips quirked up into a devasting smile; making you yearn for this man even more. Sliding your hands up, you brought his lips close to yours; just letting them hover there not quite making contact.

 Softly, he whispered, “Really?”

 “Yes, really silly. I’ve wanted you from the first night I saw you Jamie; when all your teammates were acting like jerks. You, you saw me for me and not just some piece of ass. But when you didn’t do anything after that I thought maybe…you just wanted to be friends; and I respected that.”

 He pressed closer to your body then, taking one of your hands, he placed it on his dick; it hardened instantaneously. “I want more than friendship from you (Y/N).” Kissing you firm on the mouth; he pulled back too soon for your liking. “Stay with me tonight, and then tomorrow; and possibly everyday after that.”

 “Mmmm. Yes.” Crushing your mouth against his, wordlessly you showed him how much you wanted that. The two of you stayed like that for some time; worshiping each other with your mouths. Needing air, you finally broke apart. “Take me back to bed Jamie.” You didn’t have to ask twice; you never had to with Jamie. He always knew what you wanted and needed from there on out.

[the-colony-roleplay]

No one had explicitly said so out loud before it happened, but there was something odd and stirring in the air the morning of that elusive arrival. And though it was quite possible no one said anything of it because a heavy, unspoken tension wasn’t a particularly unusual thing at this small Colony on the lonely Belvedere Island, but there would be a few after the fact who, if you asked, would swear that they felt no one spoke of it because there was some sort of spectral force that kept them from doing so. It was a chilling sense of dread that kept their mouths sealed tight, and breakfast was eerily quiet that morning. It was almost as if the Colony knew—as a collective, as a whole, though not in so many words, and certainly not on any individual basis—that something was coming.

And when it did, everyone knew that too. Even before those great, creaking wooden doors swung open, they knew, and heads began to turn or lift, as if hearing something troublesome that they couldn’t quite place. What was that? their eyes would say. Did you hear that? wary glances between friends would plea. 

She swept into the entrance hall with so much power in her stride that it was almost as though she was both stomping and floating. Her tall leather boots clacked menacingly on the stone floor, and her footsteps somehow seemed to shake the place down, even though watching her walk was like watching a panther stalk its prey. She was agile, surefooted, ferociously silent. And yet there was a loudness about her, one that shocked everything around her into an uneasy stillness. 

Laughter died and conversations ceased; citizens watched in a trembling and bewildered awe as she marched across the grounds and into the Colony with a handful of men at her wing—a foreboding emblem on their chests, which no one at Colony 22 would yet recognize, but would later come to know as the new official sigil of the NWRF. But they didn’t have to recognize the symbol, or the faces of these individuals, to know who they were and what they stood for. A bit like that unexplained celestial something in the air this morning, everyone already knew, without a doubt in their minds: these figures were from the New Wave Head Quarters—or were at least representing them. 

The woman, her brow severe, the set of her jaw intimidating, headed directly up the stairs and towards the Chancellor’s office. Never had she set foot in Colony 22 before (as far as anyone that day was aware) but it was as though she knew exactly where she was going. She never spoke a word, and neither did anyone dare utter one as she passed. She found Quinn in his office and the door slammed shut behind her, one representative following her inside, the others waiting at the door. The silence that followed was deafening. 

Rumours would start to circulate through the Colony like creeping ivy with every minute she spent behind that door, and by the time she left, as swiftly and ominously as she arrived, those rumours would begin to spread like wildfire. Somehow, it gradually became public knowledge that Reformists from HQ had been here, though no one knew who, or why—but the woman had had an aura of importance and power about her that could not be ignored. Just the breeze of her strut across your path sent shivers down your spine, chills to your very bones—like someone walked across your grave, if you were superstitious like that. 

But what no one would know was the details of what went on in that office—how this woman (who’d introduced herself only as ‘Imara,’) got right up in Quinn Dervilia’s face and told him that if he ever so much as whispered a word of the truth about the parasite to anyone else, she would personally see to it that he would face the consequences—and she could not guarantee that his wife would be exempt from those consequences. How, when Quinn had asked who she was to be making such a threat and if she had the authority to speak for HQ, she’d replied only with a contentious, ‘as far as you’re concerned, I am HQ.’ The average folk would also not know that Imara had, as she explained, made the trip over because word had gotten to her while she was at a Colony in France, that 22′s Chancellor was deliberating breaking the news to the public. Evidently, somewhere in Colony 22′s infrastructure, there was a leak. 

No one would know these things save, of course, for the Chancellor himself, Clove Modius, who was in the the room at the time as the Chancellor’s right hand, and a certain patrolling NWRF guard named Charlie Essex, who’d overheard, not all of it—not by a long shot—but likely more than he was meant to. Of course, he’d only been following orders—keep this hallway clear, the reps had told him. No one comes this way. And he’d done just that, ensuring that no one would overhear anything if voices were ever to raise—so it was hardly his fault, of course, that when her threats did rise, that he was around to catch some pretty alarming things. 

Later, when the Reps left, the Chancellor would notify all NWRF members (and lab assistants or researchers already unfortunately involved) that they would, under no circumstances, be telling the public about the truth of the NWRF’s ‘experiment’. He would do this via PDD and Echo alert, as it was not open to discussion, or contestation. He would not say why, but he would not need to; that much was obvious. Someone had come. Someone had made it quite clear that their hands were well and truly tied. 

The Chancellor did not know who had reported him to HQ, but he did not dare ask, and if Imara had known, she’d had no interest in sharing. Quinn also did not know for sure if the leak had been intentional or accidental, but either way, he was furious. Furious—but powerless. So he did not interrogate or attempt to flush out the nark, because it seemed futile at this point, and doing so would only implicate him further. Instead, he would abide by the NWRF’s demands and say no more of it. There was too much at stake, now, and his own life was but one of those things. 

That isn’t to say, however, that he would be able to resist wondering: who had this person been who’d betrayed him? Had it been an act of spite or sheer stupidity? Should he take it as a threat or simply a wake up call? And finally, did these questions even matter? Would having any of these answers make any difference at all? 

A/N: Hey Fam!!!

So welcome to the next Fever State related plot drop!! As always, if you have any questions at all, or even ideas/plots you want to throw at us/run by us, do not hesitate to ask! But for now, here are a few of the standard things to keep in mind: 

The ‘truth about the parasite’ remains something that ABSOLUTELY CAN NOT under any circumstances be released to any none NWRF individuals at this time (with the exception of people like Mei Zhu, who already knows because she was involved in the initial discovery). That reveal is... on the horizon, haha. 

This incident, however, does address the plotting and fallout from the discovery of the truth among the NWRF at Colony 22, and the discussion that had gone on between Quinn and some of the NWRF Reps concerning what to do with the information. Obviously, while Quinn was fretting about how to handle this bombshell, someone made up his mind for him be it intentionally or not.

In terms of plotting/gossip on the dash: 

ANYONE (Elite, NWRF, Civilians etc) can know about the arrival of the HQ Reps, and gossip can reach anyone at any time concerning who exactly they were, and what business they had with Quinn, but it will get around quickly that they went straight to Quinn’s office. Other rumours will be vague and there are bound to be a few variations of the story, as there will be a lot of speculation about the true purpose of the visit. Who exactly was that woman? Was Quinn in trouble? If so, why? The NWRF around the Colony seem tense: Why? Is it over something that already happened or is it perhaps something that’s about to happen? Is this mysterious arrival a bad omen? The sign of the start of something, or rather the end? It will likely be difficult to tell where facts end and pure speculation begins.

ALL NWRF can know that Quinn has announced his final decision about not telling the public the truth, as he has said as much in a PDD/Echo alert sent to them all. He won’t have directly mentioned the arrival of the HQ Reps nor Imara, but it’ll be obvious the timing isn’t a coincidence. They are also free to speculate amongst themselves. 

ONLY CLOVE & CHARLIE will have been around to hear exactly what was said in the office (Clove in a more direct way, but Charlie will have heard enough to piece it together more or less) but in this case, we actually encourage the spread of this information but among other NWRF only. Having some of these details get out (among the NWRF) will hopefully give you guys lots of threading/plotting opportunity and drama to sink your teeth into. So, if you have an NWRF character that you are interested in having find out some of these details, you can either plot/headcanon with someone(s) how the word got to them, or you can thread it out directly on the dash! The world is (sort of) your oyster! Just remember to:

check in with this post for verse-details,

ask questions anywhere you need clarity,

connect with your fellow rpers involved in the plot,

make sure not to reveal the parasite scandal to any Non-NWRF aligned folk,

and remember you have the NWRF OOC at your disposal for convenient NWRF brainstorming!

CONCERNING ‘IMARA’: It’s evident she’s an important figure with the NWRF, but we currently do not know what her story is, or her specific title. To many NWRF Reps around the world, the ‘founders’ and personnel at HQ are sort of a ‘board of shadowy figures’ in many cases, because Reps don’t often have the opportunity to meet the highest on the food chain, so to speak. It’s safe to assume HQ is intentionally cagey about a lot of these details; it’s also safe to assume that at least one of the motives for this is precautionary. But Clove and Quinn had not even met or explicitly heard of Imara before her sudden arrival at Colony 22 (at least not by name), so whoever she is, she is either new to her position of power or... something has rattled her cage badly enough to make her come torpedo-ing out to the front lines.  Whatever the case, no one will know the details of what she represents, (other than a vague and cryptic ‘HQ’,) and only Clove, Quinn and Charlie will have heard her name initially. However: rumours about her will likely get around overtime through these three individuals (and whoever they happen to tell) and her name CAN in fact get leaked to the general public here and there. The only thing that can’t, is her reason for being there that morning, and anything concerning the parasite scandal. But in terms of details about Imara herself, so little is known about her in general at this point that everything will be speculation at best, even among the NWRF.

The only other thing to note is that this happens near the end of the fourth week of February: so towards the later part of the week following the Games. This means that we are not yet jumping the whole timeline forward, but you can assume we will be sometime after the initial buzz of this plot drop quiets down. 

Alright, that’s all we got for now gang! Hit us up with any questions on the main if you have them! 

Love you all and have a blast!!

xxMods

[make-me-imagine]

Heartstring

Soulmate AU Number 4

Number One - “Sparks” - Newt Scamander x reader

Number Two - “True Loves Kiss” - Eggsy Unwin x reader

Number Three - “In the Eye of he Beholder” - Heimdall x reader

Au Premise: Everyone is tied to their soulmate by a golden thread around their wrists. The thread is only visible to you are your soulmate, and gets brighter the nearer you get.

Note: I do not take requests for this series. Note 2: I edited this a bit to make it a tad better. 

Pairing: Ten (Doctor Who) x reader

Gender: Any/Neutral          Triggers: None

*You’re POV*

You thought it was such an odd concept. The idea of soulmates. It seemed like such an unworldly thing. You stared at the faint thread around your wrist, barely visible. The brighter it was, the more near your soulmate was. Yours must be on the other side of the world most of the time. Occasionally it gets a bit brighter, but never enough for them to be close by. There was a moment a few years ago, when the string suddenly grew brighter, brighter than you had ever seen it, but it faded almost immediately. The only thing you were able to come up with was that they had been flying in a plane overhead. Sometimes it was so faint you were afraid they were dying. That’s what happens when they die, the thread fades away until it’s completely gone.

A bus drove by, horn honking, causing you to break from your thoughts. You looked around the almost empty park before sighing. You stood deciding to go home, it would get dark soon.

**Doctors POV**

It had been a quiet few days, and lonely, though he was used to that. The Doctor stared out the door of the Tardis, up at earths night sky. His eyes wandered down to the string around is wrist. The soulmate string, or heartstring as he liked to call it was an unusual thing, the one thing in the whole universe he couldn’t explain. For an immortal Timelord, the string was only around his wrist when he was in the right time and place. He had figured out that you were on Earth, that was easy enough. But time-wise got a bit more tricky. He had been to earth multiple times, different years. He had a rough idea of the years you were alive, but he had no idea what age you were during them. But then again, he never truly made an effort to find you. He was too afraid. What if you couldn’t handle being a timelords soulmate? Let alone his. What if he would disappoint you? Hurt you? Get you killed?

Staring down at his wrist, the string was barely visible. He was on the wrong side of the world it seemed, right time though, at least he knew you were alive. Turning and looking into the Tardis he decided it was time to find you, to see you. At least just to get a glimpse of you.

Flicking a few switches and smashing a few buttons, the Tardis whirred, seemingly with excitement as he moved from one place to another. Checking the date, he sees he moved three days forward, glancing at his wrist, it’s brighter this time. Brighter than it’s ever been. He’s closer. You’re closer. His hearts pounded in his chest. What was he doing?

But something else happened, an alarm, he didn’t understand. The Tardis was warning him about something, something here, now. Something dangerous. Running out of the Tardis, something in his body couldn’t help but worry, couldn’t help but know that this was about you. But why here, why now?

**You’re POV**

Throwing the trash bag into the larger dumpster outside your eyes catch on something. The string, it was brighter. Much brighter. You glance around you instinctively, but you see no one. Their closer, but where? Hearing something in the distance, it sounded like someone crying out. Looking down at your wrist again your mind was torn, it could be them, but, something also felt wrong. The curiosity was too much, you couldn’t help it. You walked towards the noise, down the eerily empty street. 

“Hello?” you called out “Is there someone out here?”

You heard it again, “Help me” is sounded monotone, and cold. Suddenly you felt a chill go down your spine. This wasn’t right. That wasn’t human. You weren’t sure how you knew, but you did. Turning back around, you planned on leaving, but there was a figure in front of you. You leapt backwards before your eyes could really focus on the figure.

It was a tall, a very tall, man? Black eyes no other features, no mouth. But you heard the noise come from them again “Help me” it’s voice was deep, cold. Your eyes widened and you weren’t sure what to do.

The creature took a step towards you, you took a step back, an another, until your back hit the dumpster. You couldn’t tare your eyes away from the being, you were too scared. 

Suddenly a hand wrapped around your wrist. You yelped and turned to the left, your eyes meeting a tall man, he stared into your eyes as he tugged on your wrist “Run” he pulled you with him as you ran, down the street before turning down an alley. You heard a shriek of some sort come from behind you, where that thing had been.

You rounded another corner and ran into an empty hallway before you stopped. The man pulled a long metal object out of his pocket, staring at it as if he was reading something “Who are you?” you asked.

The Doctor turned towards you, his eyes meeting yours before they glanced down to your hand, which he was still holding. The small smile that flicked across his face made you look down.

The golden string was brighter than you had ever seen it, and it was short, leading directly to his. You looked back up at him, your eyes wide, before you could say anything you heard another shriek, closer this time. Turning you see the figure at the end of the alley running towards you, it had a mouth now, it was big and seemed to be leaking black goo. 

You were running again, rounding a corner you see a big blue Police Box. You didn’t have time to question why it was here of all places, nor did you have time to question why when you ran inside it as a huge room with a large control panel, it was bright and metallic bright lights blinking everywhere. It looked like something out of a Science Fiction movie. 

The man, your soulmate, let go of your hand, pressing buttons and pulling levers. “Here we go!” he yelled, you could hear the accent of his voice. The whole room shook as you grabbed a railing. A loud whirring noise filled the room before silence fell. 

He turned and looked at you before taking a few steps closer. You stared at each other for a moment before he spoke again “Are you okay?

You opened your mouth to speak “I- I, uh...I don’t know”

“Understandable” he took another step closer. 

Your eyes darted to the string again, leading to him “What’s going on, who, what-what, I-” you were too flustered, too confused.

“It’s alright” he put his hands up “I’ll explain everything, but first I need to know one thing”

“What?”

“What’s your name?” he smiled lightly at you.

You paused for a moment before you felt yourself smile back, what was going on? “Y/n, and you are?”

“The Doctor” he seemed to straighten his body when he said it.

“That’s not a name”

“No” he shook his head, smile present “But it’s what I’m called”

You turned and looked towards the door “What if that thing finds us?”

“It wont” he approached you.

“How do you know?”

Suddenly you felt the room shake as he walked past you towards the door, reaching for the handle you stepped forward “Wait!” When the door flung open your fear was suddenly replaced by curiosity as you looked out. You were on a big green hill side, definitely not where you had just been.

You looked at him, mouth agape “I don’t understand...Who are you?”

“I know you don’t, but I’ll explain everything”

**Time Skip**

You stared down the grassy hill trying to process everything he had told you. He didn’t hold back, you knew what he was, what he could do, how old he was, you knew everything but his name. He was sitting next to you, bodies touching, no space between you. 

“And that thing back there? What was that?”

He sighed “I don’t know that. But I need to find out, it might have hurt someone else, it almost hurt you” he was quiet for a moment as his fingers fiddled with the string around his wrist. The two of you looked at each other for a moment. You had only met two hours ago, but it was as if you knew each other for years. He suddenly stood up “Right. You’re going to stay here and I’m going to go back”

“Wait a second!” you stood as well “There is no way you are going back there without me”

“You could get hurt” he stated with obviousness and offense in his voice.

“So could you” you retorted “Besides, I have friends there and family, and I am not going to just let that thing roam around possibly hurting people” you walked past him and towards the Tardis “I’m going with you”

He stared after you, a smile breaking out onto his face. Following you inside he watched as you walked over to the control “Right, now” you looked over at him “How the hell do you fly this thing?”

His smile widened as he wandered over, his body was close as he stared down at you “I’ll take you with me on one condition”

“And whats that?” you stared up at him, feeling as though you had seen his eyes a thousand times.

“You do what I say and don’t get hurt”

“Deal”

You smiled at each other as he turned towards the panel, throwing switches “Alright then” as the Tardis roared into action his voice grew in volume “We’ll do this together” the thought almost made his hearts stop beating, pulling the last lever his arm wrapped around you, to keep you from being thrown by the movement of the Tardis “Alonsey!”

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I’ll do a part two to this if anyone wants it. Just let me know. (Comment, p.m., askbox, etc)

[athenadcvell]

Also, I heard u were looking for requests. May I ask for a NatSharon and Stucky HS AU? Thank you!!!!!

It can be DC or Marvel, just send me a prompt, and I’ll write it. If you just want a pairing, send that, relationship can be whatever (platonic, love, etc.). I don’t do smut cause I’m too awkward, and if you send me pedophile or incest shit, chances are I’ll block you. Ask away!It can be DC or Marvel, just send me a prompt, and I’ll write it. If you just want a pairing, send that, relationship can be whatever (platonic, love, etc.). I don’t do smut cause I’m too awkward, and if you send me pedophile or incest shit, chances are I’ll block you. Ask away!Note: @crazyfangirl932 sorry this took so long! Not my best work (I wrote this while in a cramped seat next my toddler brother on a 12 hour flight) but I hope you still enjoy!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,525

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Bucky can’t help but laugh as he watches his friend pace back and forth in her dorm room. He doesn’t get the privelege of seeing this particular individual nervous very often, however, the few times like this are always a pleasant treat. 

The students of Avengers High School have been let out for the day, and the two of them had headed back to the dorm rooms shared by all the students of the high school. 

“Barnes,” Natasha’s chilling emerald eyes snap up. “Shut up.”

Bucky only laughs, again, his own eyes lighting up with amusement. “I didn’t say anything,” He holds his hands up innocently. 

“I can hear the teasing. It’s not funny.”

Bucky snorts, holding back a laugh. He’s too scared to test her patience at the moment, considering he’s been doing exactly that since school was let out. 

“So, were you this nervous when I asked you out?” Bucky asks instead, leaning his elbows on his knees.  Natasha slowly exhales through her nostrils, keeping her calm as best as she can. She can only remember the times when Bucky was just the quiet, emo looking kid in her math class who followed around the captain of the football team. Oh how she regrets ever introducing herself to him. 

A snarky reply is on the tip of the redhead’s tongue as the floorboard’s shift and creak beneath someone’s weight. Both teens snap towards the doorway, their caution slipping away as Steve peeks his head in. 

“Hey, guys,"  He smiles warmly at his friends, walking over to the bed where Bucky sits. 

"Hey, punk,” Bucky grins and leans up for a kiss. Natasha narrows her eyes at the two of them.

“Steve,” The blonde abruptly pulls away from the kiss, his hand lingering on Bucky’s cheek. “Tell your boyfriend to leave or he’s going to lose a limb. Again.”

“O-kay,” Steve says slowly, chuckling nervously at the violent bickering. “What’s going on?”

“Nat’s nervous because of her date with Sharon tonight,” Bucky informs him, clearly finding the whole situation amusing. Steve doesn’t share the amusement, but instead, shock. 

“Sharon asked you out?” He exclaims, the O shape of his mouth forming into a smile. “Nat, that’s great! … Right?”

“I mean, yeah, whatever,” Natasha shrugs carelessly, attempting to play it off as nothing. Bucky sees through her and bursts out laughing, only testing her patience to a further extent. 

“She’s been pacing ever since we got back from school.”

“No I haven’t.”

“Romanoff, who are you fooling?”

“Nobody, I’m assuming,” Steve and Bucky both jump in surprise as Clint pops his head up from underneath a pile of blankets thrown on a beanbag chair. Seeing the shocked glances the couple are giving him, and the eye roll from his best friend, Clint straightens up and changes his answer. “Or… everybody?”

“Wh-what… How did you… how long were in there?” Steve stutters in disbelief. Clint yawns and stretches, scratching the back his head. 

“I dunno. I came here at the beginning of lunch to take a nap–”

“In my room?”

“You have the soft blankets that feel like clouds!” Clint argues defensively, motioning to the heaping pile of shawls and quilts laying in his lap. “So, what’d I miss?”

“The entire school day.”

“Principle Fury is going to have your ass.”

“Sharon asked Natasha out.”

“Someone asked Romanoff out?” Natasha groans as another person enters her bedroom. It’s her fault, really, for not locking the door. Then again, she assumed her friends had the decency to knock rather than just barge into her dorm whenever they felt like it. 

Tony jumps on the other end of the beanbag chair, knocking Clint half a foot into the air. “How is this possible? I thought everyone in our school had run in fear from the wrath of your scrutinizing gaze?”

“Very funny,” Natasha laughs dryly, crossing her leather clad arms tightly. “Fine. If you all must know, Sharon Carter asked me out after seventh period. We’re going to watch to a movie tonight, and honestly, Barnes is an asshole and is making it into a much bigger deal,” Bucky snorts, laying his chin on Steve’s shoulder. 

“I’m a supportive friend.”

“Asshole, friend, same thing,” Natasha shrugs, flicking a strand of fiery hair out of her eyes. Tony raises a brow at the two of them, a comment on the tip of his tongue. Then again, Tony Stark is rarely ever left at a loss for words. 

“Wait, so let me get this straight,” He holds his hands out, arching a brow. Steve sighs quietly, already know he’s not going to like the billionaire teenager’s next words. “Rogers is dating Romanoff’s ex,” He motions to Bucky and Steve. “And Romanoff is going on a date with Roger’s ex. And this isn’t the least bit awkward for either party?”

“Sharon and I never really… dated,” Steve becomes flustered at the subject. He knew he wasn’t going to like it. “I-I mean, we weren’t even ever a couple. We hardly- I mean, not hardly, but–”

“We get it, babe,” Bucky pats his hand to allow Steve to stop. The blonde clears his throat and nods, fiddling with the sleeves of his Avengers High Letterman. 

“Aww, look, Stark, you made Cap nervous,” Clint laughs through a mouthful of day old fries he had found on Natasha’s desk. 

“Mission accomplished,” Tony smirks. Natasha raises a single brow at the sarcastic teen, deciding to target her verbal attack at a new individual. 

“And what about you, Tony?” She asks with mock sweetness. “How’s your love life? Still crushing on that popular cheerleader; what’s her name again?”

“Virginia Potts,” Steve responds, smiling as he sees Tony’s smirk begin to vanish. 

“She goes by Pepper,” Tony grumbles. “And I see what you’re doing. Point made.”

“Good,” Natasha nods, motioning to the door. “Now, if that’s all, I’d appreciate it if you were to all leave. I have a date to get ready for.”

“Can I stay? I’m still eating,” Clint asks, already sinking back into the beanbag chair, the mountain of blankets fully masking him. Natasha shrugs, struggling to shove Steve and Bucky off the bed. 

“Remember, don’t sleep with her on the first date!” Tony calls as he makes a quick escape, barely managing to dodge the shoe chucked in his direction. 

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“Last night was fun,” Sharon leans against Natasha’s locker, smiling as she clutches her books against her chest. 

“Well, if it was fun, then let’s do it again sometime,” Natasha replies without a beat, sliding a textbook out of the metal compartments. Sharon laughs in surprise. 

“Natasha Romanoff, are you asking me on a second date?" 

"I might be,” Natasha smirks. “What do you say?”

“I say,” Sharon leans in closer, a smile playing on her lips. “I will. At a cost, though.”

“Deal,” The red headed teen breaks the small space between them, giving her new girlfriend a short but sweet kiss. Natasha pulls away after a moment, feeling a pair of eyes on them. Quite a few, to be exact. 

Natasha Romanoff isn’t exactly known in AHS as someone who’s open to relationships. She’s closed off and generally cold to those she isn’t familiar with. The last person who managed to break past her baracade was Bucky, however, things didn’t exactly work out with them. Now, however, it seems a new love interest has entered the teenagers’s life. 

“I’ve gotta get to class– P.E with Ms. May,” Sharon sighs, jabbing a thumb behind her. 

“I’ll see you later?” Natasha asks hopefully. Sharon smirks, nodding. 

“I’m counting on it,” Sharon waves her fingers as she walks away, sauntering off to class before the bell goes off. 

“Yo, Nat!” The pair of eyes gains a voice, Sam jogging up to his friend. 

“Hey, Wilson.”

“Did I just see you kissing Sharon Carter?” He grins, leaning against the spot the blonde had been a moment ago. “Nice.”

“Alright, whatever,” Natasha laughs, unable to hold back a genuine smile. “Ready to go to Chemistry?”

“Ugh,” Sam groans, throwing head back. “Don’t remind me. I don’t know how much time I can spend listening to Stephen and Tony argue over the stupidest shit before I pour some acid on myself.”

“It’s alright,” Natasha shrugs as they begin walking, dodging several students walking to their classes. “If they get too annoying, I’ll poor acid on them myself.”

The two of them walk into the bustling Chemistry class, where Tony and Stephen had already begun arguing over something that was most likely meaningless. 

The bell lets out it’s shrill ring, the students scrambling to take their seats before the teacher walks in. However, before class can officially begin, the overhead speakers switch on. 

“This is Principle Fury,” Nick Fury’s voice echoes throughout the school. There’s an edge in his tone as he speaks. “Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, and Thor Odinson, please report to my office. Immediately.”

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Send me requests for fanfics! Guidelines: It can be DC or Marvel, just send me a prompt or an AU, and I’ll write it. If you just want a pairing, send that, relationship can be whatever (platonic, love, etc.). I don’t do smut cause I’m too awkward, and if you send me pedophile or incest shit, chances are I’ll block you. Ask away!

[lexiauteur]

Prophet

Jumin/Reader Chapter 1

Request: @bat-yo-us

Wordcount: 2,846

A/N: Whew, this escalated quickly... I might have gone a lil overboard for a request this time but honestly, I’m so happy how it turned out. There will be a second chapter soon; I usually don’t do that with requests but I fell in love with the story and I didn’t wanna keep you guys waiting any longer.

As of lately, I only have time for writing on the weekends. I’m a paramedic now and I have lots of work to do so I’m super duper sorry to keep everyone out there waiting. In addition to that, keep in mind that I’m writing in english which is not my native language so I have to look things up etc. etc.

Please let me know what genre you wanna see on my blog more often. Constructive critisism is very much appreciated as always, and I hope you enjoy it! <3

Prologue

Vision – “an experience in which you see things that do not exist physically, when your mind is affected powerfully by something such as deep religious thoughts or drugs or mental illness”

Brains. The human brain is the central organ of the human nervous system, and with the spinal cord makes up the central nervous system. It controls most of the activities of the body, processing, integrating, and coordinating the information it receives from the sense organs, and making decisions as to the instructions sent to the rest of the body. The relationship between the brain and the mind is a significant challenge both philosophically and scientifically. This is because of the difficulty in explaining how mental activities, such as thoughts and emotions, can be implemented by physical structures such as neurons and synapses, or by any other type of physical mechanism.

It is unknown where in the brain dreams originate, if there is a single origin for dreams or if multiple portions of the brain are involved, or what the purpose of dreaming is for the body or mind. Opinions about the meaning of dreams have varied and shifted through time and culture. Many endorse the Freudian theory of dreams – that dreams reveal insight into hidden desires and emotions. Other prominent theories include those suggesting that dreams assist in memory formation, problem solving, or simply are a product of random brain activation.

But, even though scientists have yet to discover the real purpose of dreaming, the human mind will always be a mystery and some mysteries will forever remain unexplained.

Part 1

I woke up to the sound of birds chirping, face turned to the sun. A warm breeze was wafting through the window, giving away that summer was right around the corner. Out of all the seasons, summer had always been my favorite. I’d always enjoyed the sun, the sting of it on my skin after a long day on the beach, the way its brightness lent a new look to whatever it touched. There was no shortage of sun in South Korea, but I came originally from London, and the cold rainy weathers there had left a permanent chill in my bones.

When I had moved to Seoul a couple of years ago, I’d found the slight humidity on hot summer days far more to my liking than the rainy streets of my home city. Of course, as a paramedic in a busy city, married to the CEO of a big company, I didn’t spend as much time outside in the sun as I might have liked. I even enjoyed the sweltering heat of July, when a breeze would feel like a hot flannel, and the evenings were spent on the large open balcony of the company’s penthouse Jumin and I shared. But things had changed since then. Jumin’s company had flourished, the annual income had sky-rocketed, and the penthouse had long since given way to bigger and better things. A year before, Jumin and I had moved into a ten million dollar mansion just outside Seoul, with a wide, rich green lawn and marble floors.

Now I was lying on the king-sized bed with silk sheets, taking in the warm sunrays that tickled my face. It felt good to sleep in for once, I hadn’t had a day off for more than two months, but I was so captured in my routine that I hadn’t noticed my exhaust until now. The daily night shifts were not only wearing me out, they had also destroyed my social life, and most importantly: my marriage. Not that I was complaining, I decided against the usual 9 to 5 job for a reason; because I wanted to do something meaningful with my life, something that I could be proud of when I was old and grey. But lately, Jumin and I had grown apart more and more. During the day, he was working at the company, seven days a week, while I was spending my nights in an ambulance. There was no time for us to live like a typical married couple. I would usually go to bed when he had already left for work, the sun just about to rise above the treetops of our garden. Sometimes I wondered what our marriage would be like if I had a normal job. We had become two strangers living a separate life in the same house. I don’t regret marrying him; he was the love of my life by all means, but this wasn’t the life I had pictured with him.

I was so used to his side of the bed being empty that today felt awfully strange waking up next to him. When I turned my head, his face was just inches apart from mine, his expression peaceful, and the black hair a perfect contrast to his white skin. And although I had always admired his handsome features, it pained me to look at him, knowing he would never look the same way at me.

When I couldn’t bear to look at him any longer, I got up, careful not to wake him, and made my way over to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, took a shower, dressed, and walked into the big open kitchen downstairs. Although I wasn’t working in an office, I still heavily relied on caffeine to get me through my night shifts. During the months of working non-stop I had pushed my body to the limits, and coffee had helped me to push it just a little further. So just like every day, I brew myself a cup of steaming hot black coffee and went outside to enjoy it on the patio.

An hour later Jumin and I had breakfast together, but the heavy silence between us was slowly but surely depressing the mood.

“How’s work?” I asked. Not because I was interested, but rather to break the silence. There was nothing to talk about other than our work, and even then it felt constrained to keep up a conversation.

He didn’t look up from his plate, pushing the eggs around with his fork.

“Good. I intend to increase the funding of wine for cats for the next three months to help with the production.”

I nodded, studying his expression. The bags under his eyes had become darker since I last saw him and the 5 o’clock shadow made him look old.

“You look awful…” I whispered, accidentally thinking out loud. For the first time this morning he lifted his head and looked me straight in the eye. The sudden sadness that crossed his face felt like a sting to my heart, but then it turned into a look of guilt and he quickly averted his gaze. He started poking around in his food again, then stopped and put down his cutlery.

“Are you happy?”

His question came out of the blue but it drained the blood out of my face. I swallowed hard, his words ringing in my ears.

“What do you mean?” He knew I was playing dumb, but I wanted to avoid this kind of conversation.

He studied my face for a second. Then he repeated his question.

“Right now, are you happy?”

My cheeks started burning. I hated myself for taking so long to answer. A year before I would have confidently told him I was glad to be his wife, that I was happy being married to him, but over time the truth had started to settle in.

“No” I whispered, not daring to look at him.

This was not the life I wished for when I came to Korea. Although I loved him with all my heart, it was time for us to acknowledge the fact that we, as a couple, had to move on.

“Are you still in love with me?” The words came out of my mouth before I knew what I was saying. The silence that settled over us took the air right out of my lungs. A single tear was streaming down my cheek.

“I love you, Maya.”

“I know you love me Jumin. But you’re not in love with me,” I sobbed, tears dripping down my chin, “you never were. You just married me because of your father.”

I choked on my own words. I knew this wasn’t fair, throwing these accusations at him. He furrowed his brows, eyes growing cold.

“That is not true and you know it.”

“Then give me a reason to believe you!” I jumped up from my seat. “You just grew attached to me because I listened to you. I was there when you were all alone. I’ve given you the affection your mother never gave you and I asked nothing in return. Because I loved you, Jumin. But all you ever cared about was your father’s company. And you married me because you wanted to make him proud.”

There was a moment of silence. It pained me to speak the truth but as soon as I did, I felt the weights lift off my shoulders.

“I’m tired of it, Jumin. I feel like you don’t appreciate the things I do for you.”

“What am I supposed to do? You’re being irrational and unfair right now, Maya. I think you’re overreacting.”

“Overreacting?” I clenched my jaw, “Then please correct me if I’m wrong, but would you have married me if your father hadn’t approved?”

“Why do you care so much about the reason I married you? And what difference does that make?” he asked, raising his voice and jumping up from his seat as well. The fact that he didn’t deny it left me stunned, although I had known it all along.

I studied his angry expression for a second, searching for any kind of affection left in his eyes. But all I could find was disappointment and guilt.

“All the difference in the world.”  It was a mere whisper but I made sure he heard it. For a split second I thought he was going to slap me. But he just took his coat, grabbed his keys from the counter and started tying his shoes.

“So that’s it? You’re just going to walk away?” I desperately tried to stop him, but he was already out the door.

Part 2

I ran through my mental list of things I needed to check, knowing I’d done everything already. Windows locked, stove turned off, passport at hand. I felt edgy and ill at ease. I was no stranger to travelling, but this was different. This trip there wouldn’t be anyone travelling beside me, not to mention I was visiting my family alone.

Driver Kim was late, but I had plenty of time to catch my flight. Still I found myself restlessly checking my phone, waiting for possible phone calls. Not that I was expecting any. The people who might have contacted me knew I was leaving the country, and the person I most wanted to talk to wouldn’t be calling.

All at once I felt claustrophobic. I carried my bags outside, careful not to trip on the way down our front porch. The car pulled up as I closed the front door. It shut behind me with a solid thunk that had a sound of finality about it. I turned away without a backward glance and walked to where Driver Kim was opening the trunk.

I’d be glad to leave, I thought. This was the first time since I’d moved that I had felt the need to get away from Seoul. I needed to escape for a while, to put some distance between myself and my marriage. Besides which, I’d not visited my family in years. I hoped this trip would be a way of bringing clarity to my mind. And of finding out if I was still in love with Jumin.

As I sat in the departure lounge at the airport, watching the slow and silent dance of aircraft through the plate glass window, I wondered what it would be like going back to England. After having lived in Korea for so long, I had not only adjusted to the country, but also became a part of it. My Korean had improved quite quickly over the past two years, and I’d consider myself fairly fluent nowadays, but I still had a hard time understanding the airport announcements.

“Attention Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the pre-boarding announcement for flight 89B to London England. We are now inviting those passengers with small children, and any passengers requiring special assistance to begin boarding at this time, as well as passengers flying first class. Please have your boarding pass and identification ready. Regular boarding will begin in approximately ten minutes time. Thank you.“

Since I’d booked a first class ticket, I took my bag and left to enter the plane.

I accompanied Jumin from time to time during his business trips, so I was used to travelling first class. The staff greeted me with a welcoming smile when I entered the plane and a stewardess helped me stow my bag. I sat down and took a deep breath. For the first time I felt as if I had made the wrong the decision. The thought of losing Jumin forever made my stomach twist, but we had to take a break from each other in order to rebuild our relationship and I knew that.

The plane was now ready for take-off and I braced myself for the harsh acceleration of the vehicle. I tightly shut my eyes and clutched the armrest next to me, accidentally grazing the hand of the man sitting next to me.

“Afraid of flying, huh?” he frowned at me. “Actually, flying is much safer than driving; you can look it up on the internet.”

I didn’t really pay attention to him. I wasn’t afraid of flying, it’s just the loss of control that always made me slightly uncomfortable.

After about ten minutes, we had reached the altitude of 33,000 feet, the rattling of the plane had calmed down and so had my nerves. I put my headphones in, limiting the outside noises of talking people and clicking laptops, and soon enough drifted off to sleep.

I woke up to the sound of the captain speaking. “Ladies and Gentlemen, we are currently experiencing some turbulence. Please fasten your seat belts right away, we apologize for the inconvenience. Thank you. “

Turbulences happen all the time so I wasn’t particularly anxious, but for some reason I started feeling uneasy. I looked outside the window. It was already dark; I must have slept for at least two hours. The plane started to shake more violently and I was feeling more and more nauseous to the point where I felt like I had to throw up.

“Excuse me please,” I said to the man beside me who was nervously fidgeting with his tie. Safer than driving, huh? I thought as I stood up and squeezed through the row of seats into the aisle.

“Ma’am you have to sit down during turbulence”, one of the flight attendants urged me but I ignored her and quickly disappeared into the bathroom. I closed the door behind me and was barely able to open the toilet seat, before I started throwing up. I didn’t know why my body was reacting the way it did, I’ve never had issues during a flight.

I flushed and slowly pulled myself up on the sink next to me. My knees were so weak I was barely able to hold myself upright. I looked in the mirror, my face was as pale as ash and my whole body was shaking. The lights started flickering above my head. I took one last look in the mirror, before I quickly rinsed my mouth with water and prepared myself to leave the bathroom, when I felt the plane jolt and then drop. Then I heard screaming.

It took the air right out of my lungs. This isn’t happening. My body started moving on its own when I opened the door. There was smoke everywhere, people frantically grabbing oxygen masks that were hanging from the tops. The flight attendants desperately tried calming down the panicking crowds of passengers to no avail. Then I saw the fire outside one of the windows. I stood there for a second, trying to process what was happening. But my mind was absolutely blank. I felt like a child again, I just wanted to wake up from this nightmare.

I locked myself into the bathroom again and slid down the door, face buried into my hands. The buzzing sound of my blood rushing through my ears drowned out the crying children from outside the door. All I could hear was my steady breathing. Soon enough I smelled the thick black smoke seeping into the room, tasted the bitterness on my lips, and I wondered if it was going to hurt.

The plane dropped again, I felt my stomach twist and turn inside of me. This is it, I thought. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the impact.