#PLEASE SOMEONE HUG HIM STAT

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so, uh, hi @galactic-knightmare

Abstracted Identity has been overtaking my thoughts and this scene has been rotating in my mind ever since I read it

I went into an animated fevered state and made this in all one go lol, and as a first 'finished' rough draft animation I think it came out alright

I wanted to get this posted before the next chapter because I feel something big is going to happen and I know this isn't canon to how it will go down this is just my silly little thought

I hope you enjoy this little animation thing I love your AU, art, and fic! :)

(p.s. have this bonus thumbnail from when this was going to be uploaded to youtube because I didn't know I could upload straight to tumblr lol, hiding it because this is getting long)

my poor boy is really going through it

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A Bet is a Bet

pairing: lando norris x reader

summary: Lando didn’t know a bet would lead him to her, y/n didn’t know that accepting his proposal would lead to forever

a/n:it’s always fun to write Lando because I kinda really like to gently bully him 😂

a/n: one day I’ll write a Lando piece that doesn’t absolutely get away from me but today is apparently not that day

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f1gossip

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f1gossip: Following Max’s Championship win and George’s race win, several drivers were spotted out partying in Las Vegas’ prolific club scene! Additionally, eagle eyes have spotted a despondent Lando drinking as his championship hopes were dashed tonight.

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user1: not the gossip page absolutely dragging Lando 😬😬😬

user2: don’t really blame Lando for being a little sad — unlikely as it was he’d win, there was a slight chance

↳user3: especially with how god awful redbull’s car has been this year…

user4: loving the contrast of George and Max drinking their hearts out to celebrate and Lando drinking to forget

↳user5: that’s so cruel

↳user4: true though

user6: ok so i think im at the same club as them and im pretty sure i just saw lando hugging a crying women??

↳user7: what??

↳user6: idk man im just a casual fan (shout out to Charles for being so pretty — saw an edit of him and fell in love)

↳user6: but i saw someone who looked like lando? Comforting someone who was sobbing their heart out

↳user7: I’m so confused and I need to know what happens next

user8: 🤬🤬 fuck

↳user9: what??

↳user8: I just got pushed down by a couple rushing by me!

↳user10: well fuck them I guess?

↳user8: I think that’s what they’re gonna do, yes.

Private Messages, Max F. and Lando

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Private Messages, Lando and ???

landonorris has posted a story, yn_user has posted a story

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maxfewtrell replied WHAT ARE YOU DOING

maxfewtrell replied I SPECIFICALLY SAID DONT GET ACTUALLY MARRIED

maxfewtrell replied OH MY GOD ANSWER YOUR STUPID PHONE

user11 replied did you get married

user12 replied the Vegas curse strikes again!

oscarpiastri replied please tell me this is just an aesthetic photo

↳oscarpiastri please I can’t be responsible for reporting this back to Zak and Stella

alex_albon replied oh my god thanks man! I had money on you being the one to get drunk married in Vegas

yourbff replied what the fuck girl??

yourbff replied did you get married last night?

↳yn_user …I think I did

↳yn_user my god my head

↳yourbff drinks! Stat

↳yn_user only if drinks stands for coffee

↳yn_user and make it a double — my husband (???)(!!!) wants one too

Private Messages, Max F. and Lando

landonorris

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landonorris: thanks Vegas! This year was so much more fun than last year! Can’t wait to see what next year brings

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user13: MARRIED??

user14: omg god he’s actually married 😭😭

user15: what kind of delulu manifesting brought this on???

↳user16: right?? I need some of it in my life

↳user17: a big old healthy dose of it

maxfewtrell: Next year better be the calmest year yet

↳yn_user: where’s the fun in that? liked by landonorris, maxverstappen1

↳maxfewtrell: my heart rate would appreciate it more

maxverstappen1: well I guess congratulations are in order?

↳landonorris: thanks man!

georgerussell63: You got married??

↳landonorris: I did! She’s great — you’re gonna love her

↳georgerussell63: Really?

↳maxfewtrell: she spent the first 10 minutes (hungover) after meeting me bullying me about my accent, my clothing, the way I walked, and how I took my coffee liked by yn_user, landonorris

↳georgerussell63: Oh dear

↳maxverstappen1: oh I’m gonna love her. she coming to Qatar?

↳landonorris: that’s the plan!

↳maxverstappen1: fly out with me

cisca_norris: oh man I’m telling mom!

↳landonorris: No! Wait!

↳cisca_norris: too late!

Private Messages, Lando and his Parents

Private Messages, y/n and yourbff

yn_user

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yn_user: got drunk, got married, flew to Qatar to watch him drive!

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yourbff: send me some of that luck please

↳yn_user: certainly!

↳yourbff: only the good stuff though — you keep your bad luck to yourself

landonorris: thanks for coming out to see that I’m more than an uber driver

↳maxfewtrell: she did not

↳yn_user: oh I absolutely did! But now I see it’s more like European NASCAR

↳landonorris: I’ve changed my mind. Please leave

↳yn_user: too late! I’ve already burned the certificate — no returns

oscarpiastri: nice to meet you 👍🏻

↳yn_user: you too! I’m rooting for you!

↳landonorris: what???

↳yn_user: you told me to pick a favorite driver!

↳landonorris: I told you to come watch your favorite driver! Me!

↳yn_user: but he’s Australian! Like Steve Irwin!

↳landonorris: …that’s not how you pick a favorite driver!

↳oscarpiastri: stop being mean to my fans!

↳yn_user: landonorris if you say so I guess…

↳yn_user: then I’ll pick max cause he’s got lovely cats and was kind enough to fly us out!

↳maxverstappen1: great to have another fan!

↳landonorris: nO!

user18: I’ve had her for a day but if anything happens to her I’ll everyone else then myself

↳user20: big mood

↳yn_user: I say this with sincerity — please seek help 🙏

f1gossip

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f1gossip: we finally have some answers on Lando’s unexpected marriage!

“What does it mean? What? That we got married last weekend? Well it means we got drunk and got married but ya know during break, yeah during break we’re already planning getting divorced but just didn’t have the time beforehand. So that’s something that’s gonna be happening soon.”

So it seems like this is just a typical Vegas marriage story after all!

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user21: im sorry but thats so funny??

↳user22: right?

↳user23: i didn’t think this was something that happened in real life??

↳user24: same

user25: i love how he phrased it though

↳user26: it’s just…Lando. Like of course you got drunk married and is just joking about it now

↳user27: I mean there's not much else he can do until they can get divorced?

yn_user

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yn_user: what a fun way to end the year! Congrats hubby — what a win!

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user28: I swear she was more excited for Lando’s win then he was 😂

↳user29: the way she was clinging to Lando’s mom like the entire race though 🤣🤣

landonorris: thanks for coming! And cheering for the correct driver this time around

↳maxverstappen1: she didn’t have redbull merch on?

↳landonorris: nah that’s been banned from this household liked by yn_user

user30: ok but I need her makeup brands? Cause that shit didn’t budge a bit

↳yn_user: I’ll dm you!

↳user30: thank you queen 🙏

yourbff: glad to know you’re having fun when you abandoned me…

↳yn_user: dw we’re on the way back so we can start the divorce paperwork

↳yourbff: good i need my bff back

↳landonorris: still my girl!

↳yourbff: I’ll fight you for her 🥊

Private Messages, Max and Lando

Text — we decided that we wanted to stay married because we actually like each other and want to see where this goes

landonorris

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landonorris: honeymoon time!

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user31: i thought it was divorce time?

↳user32: ok but like what happened?

↳user31: im guessing they actually fell in love

↳user32: if that’s true, that’s so cute

oscarpiastri: I don’t think that was the plan?

↳landonorris: there’s no plans when your in love

↳yn_user: that’s so sappy

↳landonorris: only for you!

↳oscarpiastri: on my comment thread? Really?

user33: ok which one of us is gonna turn this into the romcom it desperately needs to be?

↳user34: I volunteer as tribute

maxfewtrell: Lando answer your phone!

↳landonorris: sorry I’m on vacation! No service!

↳maxfewtrell: Lando! liked by yn_user

yourbff: stop stealing my best friend!

↳landonorris: she’s my wife!

↳yourbff: she was mine first!

f1gossip

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f1gossip: catching up with lando again, we got the gossip on the abrupt change of heart regarding his Vegas wife!

“Yeah we just, you know we talked about it and how we felt and we know it’s kinda crazy — actually really crazy but you know we just felt like this was it? Like I just know that loving her is gonna be the easiest thing I’m ever gonna do. So yeah we got to Vegas and got a lawyer to help start the divorce and as we were talking about it we realized that we didn’t actually want to separate. So we’re still together and I want it to stay that way, forever. Like she’s gonna be it for me.”

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user35: holy shit he is in LOVE love

user36: “I just know loving her is gonna be the easiest thing I’ve ever done” like could someone run me over? Cause I feel like that would hurt less

↳user37: that’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever read!

↳user38: I’m loving this Lando — he’s glowing!

user39: “we’re still together and I want it to stay that way, forever” like oh my god he’s so in love he’s writing poetry

user40: I want this kind of fucking love

user41: he’s writing poetry for her and i can’t even get one to text me back 😭

landonorris

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landonorris: the top step is made even better with my lucky charm here with me! Thank you yn_user for your love and support 🧡

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yourbff: now you’re just mocking me

↳landonorris: yup!

yn_user: love you too you muppet…even if you aren’t an uber driver…

↳landonorris: I guess that’s better than a nascar driver…

↳yn_user: well I checked and Chris Bell is taken so…

↳landonorris: 😑😑😑

maxfewtrell: great race man!

↳landonorris: thanks for being there!

↳maxfewtrell: gladly! I’ll be there for any of them but Vegas. Cause I’m not going there again

↳yn_user: scared of a little city?

↳maxfewtrell: yes.

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[81pastrys]

The Other Verstappen

Part 5 / 10

Summary— Media and articles break her mood for the weekend, but what weighs on her the most is an unexpected visit.

Warnings— Jos Verstappen

A/N— currently writing part 6

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I lay low the next couple of races not seeing Jos or causing anything to go awry. I got to spend time in my new home during a three week break. Jos having absolutely no idea I moved out from Max and Kelly’s home. Lando stayed with me the first few nights, in case Jos had somehow figured it out. I had gotten used to the presence of him around.

We didn’t take any advantage of the alone time, always snapping our heads at noises or sounds. We were too on edge to ever be turned on. It didn’t change our dynamic, if anything it made us closer.

The grid noticed this the next race, commentators and photographers taking advantage of the situation for articles and rumors to begin. I didn’t care much, we genuinely just got along. But our friendship began to wither at the articles and photographs taken.

The emotions of our friendship weighed on me during the weekend and my performance was at risk, not to mention the Ferraris were already underperforming. Charles noticed and pulled me aside. “What is going on with you?” He was much more harsh after I yelled at Jos in the paddock months ago.

I squint to look up at him and shake my head. “Nothing.” I respond. “It’s fucking stupid and I should be worried about it.” I explain to him. He rolled his eyes and left the driver room. A few minutes later Max calls.

“Come to the paddock please?” He asked. I sigh and walk to the paddock, hair down, suit resting on my waist, and a straight face. “What’s wrong?” He asked. “Charles said your stats are horrible compared to before the break.”

I shrug and look up at my brother. He has no emotion towards me. I thought I had gotten over this ‘child watch’ behavior from him and Charles but it’s like I’m a child of divorce with them. They take turns asking me the same shit getting the same answers.

I shift uncomfortably when I see a familiar face walking towards us. Max turns and sees him too. “Dad, you said you weren’t coming?” Max said. I walk off and feel an arm grab me.

“Let go.” I say nearly mumbling while yanking my arm out of the grip. On my way to Ferrari I bump into someone and mumble an apology before I see orange and my head shoot’s up to see Lando. “Oh.”

“There’s rumors going around that we’re dating and all I get is an ‘oh’?” He smiled that cheeky fucking smile. “Come here, max told me Jos came and figured I could help.” He pulled me to a side hug and sipped his water bottle.

“I really don’t feel like anything can help.” I say, monotone and just not feeling the best about us wandering the paddock. “The media is tearing us apart, Max and Charles are treating me like a child, yeah nothing can change my mood.” I explain.

“Media can say whatever they fucking want.” He said. “Max and Charles are being protective over you, you’re still trying to figure out how to be you. They’re enforcing a good foundation of discipline.”

I give him a stupid look and he laughs at me. “I don’t care anymore, let me sulk in my driver room.” I shrug his arm from my shoulder and continue walking to Ferrari. Charles sees me and sighs with his arms crossed. I get to my driver room and slam the door.

“Quit slamming doors Verstappen!” Vasseur yelled. I roll my eyes and sit alone, letting my thought overtake my mind. When my door opens and it isn’t the usual Max, Charles, Lando, or team principal, I stand up frantically. Jos closes the door behind him, opening his arms for a hug.

“Fuck no, get out.” I say, pointing to the door he just closed. He goes to say something in his fake soothing voice and I repeat over and over for him to leave. “Get out!” I yell. When he doesn’t move I push past and get out the driver room. “I have explicitly told you not to let him near me.” I say to Fred.

That’s not good…

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[wolfiesmoon]

Genshin guys as dads 🤭

in honour of finally getting off my ass and finishing mondstat, i bring you genshin men as dads <3 i decided to challenge myself and write for characters i haven't written for at all yet

the reader is gender neutral (u can interpret that the kid was adopted or u can interpret that the kid is biologically yours)

Yk the more i read these guys' lines to get a better idea of their characters the more i think they need a therapy session stat

Characters featured: Diluc, Alhaitham, Childe, Ayato

౨ৎ‧₊˚ ⋅ Diluc Ragnvindr

"Diluc! Diluc, are you in here?" you knocked before opening the door to his office, assuming he's probably there. You were finally returning to the winery late in the evening and wanted to see how your daughter and husband were doing.

Tonight, they should both be at the winery.

But to your surprise, the office was completely empty. You haven't heard a single peep from your daughter yet, either. Usually she'd be running around and yelling, even if she wasn't with Diluc.

You went upstairs to check your bedroom and were met with a most adorable sight when you opened the door. Your daughter was very peacefully asleep, drool and all, on Diluc's chest. Diluc did not seem very pleased with this arrangement, however.

"Welcome home." he sighed upon seeing you walk to the side of the bed.

"Looks like someone's on pillow duty." you teased him, petting your daughter's head.

"Don't make fun of me. She's been running around all day with seemingly no end to it. Sometimes I'm surprised at what her tiny legs are capable of." he leaned his head back, looking up at the ceiling.

"She said she's not tired at all. But she fell asleep almost instantly when she sat on top of me to, umm... bother me." to anyone else, Diluc would seem like he hates this kid with how much he says she bothers or annoys him, but you know that isn't the case.

Whenever she runs up to him to show him something she did, he pats her little head lovingly. He keeps the drawing she made of him in his office, even if he is a bit concerned at how grumpy he looks in her artistic interpretation.

"I wasn't making fun of you... Okay, maybe a little bit." you leaned down, cupping Diluc's face and kissing his cheek. He hummed in dissaproval, but his cheeks turned pink anyways.

"Would you mind joining me? If I can't... I want to know that you're safe, atleast." his eyebrows were creased in worry. You don't know what for, exactly, but you gladly joined him on the bed, hugging him too.

"Is your aim to suffocate me further?" the combined weight of about a quarter of your body and his daughter was not the most freeing in the world.

"No, I just happen to understand the appeal of sleeping on top of you." and you really do. It's always so warm and homey.

"You've worked hard today, dad." you moved some stray hairs out of his face. His tired eyes met yours for a moment before they slipped shut. Hehehe, you need to take a photo of this.

౨ৎ‧₊˚ ⋅ Alhaitham

(let's pretend you live together with him now instead of kaveh haha)

"Dad doesn't love me!" the sudden accusation had you turning your head fast, wanting to know what was going on. "What did he do, sweetie?" the little pout on her pudgy face was adorable.

She ran up to you and hugged your leg. "You still love me, right?" she seemed very worried about your reply. It seems like she isn't in the mood to give a proper answer to your question, though.

"Of course I do. You're very very very special to me." You pat her head gently. She seemed satisfied with your reply, giggling happily at you before running off to play.

.

When Alhaitham returned home that day, he attempted to interact with his daughter, as he tries to every day, but he was utterly ignored.

He looked to you, hoping you'd know the reason, but you just shrugged. "She says you don't love her anymore."

"Hm..." was his only reply.

"That's because he doesn't! I told him 'I love you' yesterday but he didn't say it back!" Your daughter crossed her little arms, scowling at her dad before turning around so she didn't have to look at him.

"So it was that." Alhaitham seemed like he understood the situation properly now. And you realised what happened too, because it happens to you occasionally.

"Sweetie, listen. Your dad likes to wear these thingies in his ears. And when he wears them, he can't hear a thing." You explained in the most child friendly way you could.

"Not even an explosion?" Your daughter finally turned back to look at you and Alhaitham, though her eyes were fixated firmly on you.

"Nope. Nothing at all. When he didn't say 'I love you too' yesterday, it was because he was wearing them and couldn't hear." Your daughter turned her head back with an annoyed 'hmph', but you knew she was listening to you.

"So I propose a hug attack. Whenever you see him wearing them." You smiled evilly, glancing at Alhaitham who shot you a dissaproving glare in return.

"Leave me alone." Your daughter huffed, stomping off down the hallway. Oh well, kids don't always think critically, do they? You have a feeling she's already forgiven him a little, though.

"Children make no sense to me." He admits, and you finally greet him properly with a little welcome home peck.

"That's the fun in it, though." You smiled at him and to your surprise, he smiled right back. As awkward as he can get with the kid, he loves her a whole lot.

౨ৎ‧₊˚ ⋅ Childe

"Mhhhh... what is it?" he mumbled in annoyance when he felt his hand getting shook. His voice sounded quite raspy now.

"Dad... Dad..." turns out it was your son who was pulling on Childe's arm. He looked like he was about to burst into tears any second, now.

As soon as he saw the distress on his son's dimly lit face, his attitude changed and he was overcome with the sudden urge to take revenge on something or someone. Maybe it's the dad instinct.

"I had a nightmare.... I'm scared..." your son sobbed.

By this point, even you woke up, but your body was still mostly asleep, so you were just listening in.

"Come up here." Childe tapped the bed and your son awkwardly climbed up into his arms.

"Was it a scary monster?" Childe asked in an exaggerated scary voice. Your son nodded, gripping onto the front of Childe's shirt.

"In that case... you don't have to worry at all. I always love a challenge." you could practically see the smile on Childe's face. You turn over, opening your eyes slightly. You have to admit, the sight in front of you is adorable.

"What do you mean, dad?" your son sniffled, rubbing the snot away with his tiny hand.

"I'll fight the monster, of course. Oh, how wonderful it would be to see the b-" he winced a little bit when he felt the light slap on his face.

"Ajax, you'll scare him even more." you warned, your own voice raspy. You moved your other hand to ruffle your son's hair to comfort him.

"Ow, clearly, someone doesn't appreciate me enough." Childe rolled his eyes playfully.

Without warning, you lean forward and peck him on the lips. "There. Now I've evened out the slap."

"Just one peck? Well, I suppose we can't do much more right now... Hehe." Childe turned his attention back on your son, stroking his back gently to calm him down.

"Why do you have that look on your face?" you noticed he was smiling strangely.

"What look?" your accusations have been denied. But he sure does have a plan for you later.

౨ৎ‧₊˚ ⋅ Kamisato Ayato

"DAD! Look at where I am!" Your son shouted from somewhere in the tree that was stood in the beautifully maintained garden.

Being the little rebel he is, he climbed the tree despite you telling him multiple times not to.

"Please get down from there. It's unsafe." Ayato tried to reason with him calmly upon noticing him in the treetops.

"Nah, it's so cool up here! I can see the whole estate!" Sometimes, your son's stubborn nature made it hard for him to get along with Ayato. This is one of those cases.

"This is not a joking matter. You could get seriously hurt." Ayato doesn't think he could properly live with himself for a bit if his kid got hurt when he could have prevented it.

"What's going on here?" You joined in, happening to pass by the garden.

"He won't come down. I'm... worried about him." He admits, crossing his arms. Though you do sense a bit of annoyance behind his voice, too.

"Come down. I told you not to climb that tree so many times." You crossed your arms firmly. Your son looked at Ayato's face, then yours and sighed, beginning to descend from the tree. He'd rather avoid a scolding. But his little foot slipped and he suddenly tumbled to the ground.

"Son!" Both of you immediately ran to his side as he started wailing. "Call for healers. Immediately." He seemed fine, looking at him initially, but he might have a broken leg or something.

Both of you stayed by his side the whole time, offering him words of comfort (and a bit of a scolding). It seems like something like this happens almost every week, now. The Kamisato household has certainly gotten livelier ever since getting blessed with your son.

.

"Well, that was certainly an afternoon." You huffed, sitting down behind the table across Ayato.

"I wish he wasn't so reckless and disobedient, sometimes." Ayato held his cheek in worry. He let his son get hurt, again.

"He got that mischief from you." You smiled innocently, sipping your tea.

"Whatever do you mean, dear?" He smiled innocently back.

"I miss days of solitude. We only have moments now. I suppose my life hasn't been a calm one for a long while now, though." He sips his own tea, looking outside at the sunset. Working as hard as he does every day is taxing on the soul.

"Guess we gotta make the most of it." You stood up, sitting back down next to him and playfully pecking his cheek.

"Oh, I see what you mean." He returned the mischevious smile you know and love. Just as he grabbed your waist, though...

"LOOK WHAT I HAVE!" Your son burst into the room, holding a sword. His sword.

"Aren't you supposed to be resting?!"

[euphoricimagination]

Feels like home

A small something based on the new official illustration. A very loose Kenma x reader story

“So, have you heard about your third years?” Yachi asks you as you refill your team's water bottles outside of Nekoma’s gym, the four schools taking a break from practice.

With Nationals finishing last year came many things, not only a new winner and standards for the next Interhigh, but most importantly, the realization that a new school year was starting soon after so many tiring days. For Nekoma was not different, after losing to Karasuno and properly closing the Nationals chapter, you went back into your typical practices only to realize one thing: your third years weren't coming anymore.

Your boyfriend, Kenma, didn't seem to care much; not even for the last day of the third years in the club, when Kuroo announced that Yamamoto was going to be the new captain, he showed any different emotions, at most he only looked at his best friend annoyed when he tried to give him a hug. But you knew him better. Sure, while practicing he still was his lazy self, but the closer the days came to the final ceremony, the more you saw him getting anxious. A bit more clingier in public, much more when you were together in the safety of his home, barely even letting you go away from him so you can go to the bathroom.

On the night of their final ceremony he didn't even play games, holding you as if you were going to disappear as well. 

Soon after he started to become himself fully again, not only the extensive practices helped him, but unlike previous years, now he had you by his side to help him to get used to this new year.

And with a new year, comes more practice and more training camps.

“Yeah, Yaku-san went pro, Kai-san is studying to be an arborist and Kuro is studying some business thingy” you answer the now second year Yachi “You?”

“I mostly talk with Kiyoko-san, but I heard that…” you hear her explain what she knew about her old teammates, what they were doing now and how much they talked. It was weird considering that despite them not physically being here with you, your third years texted you just as much as ever.

After preparing everything you enter the gym again only to find Kenma alongside the previous first years from Karasuno. You went to sit beside him as he shows something to Kayegama on his phone

“....but i heard that Italy has the best teams overall, maybe you should aim for a team there” Kenma says to the younger boy as he takes your hand, leaning his head in your shoulder 

“I see, i see”

“You'll need to study English for that, Tobio-kun” you joke

“I've gotten better, Yn-san!”

“Have you, though? I heard from someone that you got a 32 in your last test”

“Hinata boke!” Kageyama goes to fight with Hinata as you chuckle alongside your boyfriend 

“Look at you too, looking up stats about volleyball to know which country is the best” you joke to Kenma

“I do like the sport, i just rather watch it” he scoffs, kissing your cheek quickly 

“Hello kiddos” you hear a familiar voice coming from the door, a spiky, messy, black hair and a smug smile on his lips “you two! Don't make out in front of the kids!”

“Please, shut up, they'll survive” you sigh as Kenma rolls his eyes

“Youngsters this days” Kuroo smirks as you two stand up to say hi to him, you going to hug him

“Aren't you supposed to be in university? What are you doing here?” Kenma asks 

“Yeah, I thought university students were supposed to be busy” Tsukishima joins Kenma “guess not everyone is busy, even in uni”

“You're hurting me, kids”

“Kuroo-san! How are you!” You heard Hinata starting to talk with Kuroo, distracting him with questions.

You feel a pair of arms in your waist as Kenma chuckles at Hinata, you put Kenma’s hair behind his ear as he smiles softly at you with tired eyes. You look at the boys in front of you, Hinata and Yamaguchi talking with Kuroo, Tsukishima and Kageyama talking with Kenma; the whole scene make you feel somehow cozy at how much their friendship has grown and how lucky you were to be part of it.

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to my beloved (octavinelle x gn!s/o)

requested by anon: Hello! Welcome back from your hiatus! Hope you’re doing alright and relaxing. For request, may I request headcanons of Azul, Floyd, and Jade please? Pre-established relationship and their gn!s/o who likes to give gifts as a love language? Like handmade gifts or found trinkets/baubles the boys might enjoy. Thank you for your consideration! note: anon u are so sweet 🤍 hihi gift giving love language with octatrio sounds so interesting + SO i got into debate last night with my friends on what pre established means if it has no label yet or just having a crush so i decided to write it at the stat of their relationship recent works: i'm not jealous !! (savanaclaw x gn!reader) & octavinelle with a fischl like female reader! & let me kiss you

💌 azul ashengrotto

"oh, a gift for me? do perhaps need my help?" "oh silly azul! i knitted that octopus keychain for you! don't you want to have a little companion while you work?"

this was new to azul - both being in relationship with you and receiving such gifts because as someone wary of apparent gestures of goodwill and believing that “all contracts come with a price” he isn't use to receiving gifts just because it reminds you of him

is it for real? he tried asking you for the fifth time to confirm only to receive the same answer over and over again

he never met someone as generous as him 😭

"azul! azul! look! i got us matching bracelet, this one actually matches your eyes." "o-oh my word, matching bracelets?! aren't we too young for that?!" "...'zul we just kissed earlie-"

having to receive gifts from you just makes his heart so full especially when you also give him coins! + adds it to his collection

expect to see him putting some of your gifts on a special shelf in his office while your other gifts especially plushies are safely tucked in his bed (he sleeps hugging them)

as much as he loves receiving gifts from you, azul wants to give you with the same thought as you have - giving you the things that reminds him of you

"please my love, accept my gift. you've showered me so much love. it would be just fair if i also shower you the same"

💌 jade leech

at first jade was confused - why are you avoiding his eyes and hiding something behind your back?

"love, what are you hiding behind your back" "jade! funny thing, so the ghosts at the ramshackle dorm got me into knitting and so i was thinking maybe a scarf would be nice so-" "so this is a scarf you made for... me? i love it." "really?!"

giving you a little push was his best decision because before jade knew it - his room is covered with gifts from you

receiving something from you as well as seeing you smiling and happy is the best thing he could ever get as a gift

always show your gift to floyd every time to the point that the other eel start to whine to you about jade bragging

"jade cried?!" "yeah! he was wiping his tears after opening one of your letters with "open when you are happy"!" "he can cry...?"

he couldn't help it you know - receiving small trinkets to small envelops with letters from you? can a person could even love him more than this?

in return, jade would try to give you more practical gifts like the things that needs to be repaired back at your dorm, he would replace it with a functioning one! feeling cold and alone at night even when you are with grim - this eel will give you the most comfortable pillows and blankets and even gift grim a new bed!

"jade, i don't think i deserve it?" "nonsense, you deserve everything in this world has to offer."

💌 floyd leech

"floyd, do you have a moment?" "what's up shrimpy- oh, a shrimp brooch?" "i found it while going on shopping with grim earlier at sam's shop, i just thought you might like it."

like it? floyd loves it! you will never catch him not having that brooch on him every day + wears it like a medal

but there was so much more he didn't expect like you to have more under your sleeves!

"an explosion box for me? shrimpy, i thought you were busy this whole week?" "i did! but i will be never busy in creating and giving you something while i am away."

floyd is more like a physical touch giver but seeing you putting so much effort in your gifts - giving him from small to big valuable things it would be unfair if he doesn't give anything back (or so he thought)

this eel tried asking what you want only to receive vague answers

"what do you want shrimpy?" "i don't really need anything in return you know? i gave you gifts because i love to shower you with it." "so it's okay to also give you anything?"

and by mean of anything - you were in for a ride because you two meant things differently 😭

floyd is the type to always let you borrow his clothes from time to time and sometimes gifts you the same jacket for you to guys match + seeing an eel plushie? bought and giving it to you for you to hug your child every night (he said its your child now)

it doesn't take too long for both of you showering each other with gifts 😭 he never knew it would be this fun to think something for you

"you were looking at that necklace when we were walking around town, so i thought it would be a perfect fit for you. do you love it, shrimpy?"

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earning your stripes - part two

✯ pairing:

racer!rafe cameron x fem sports reporter!reader

✯ summary:

sports reporter, y/n edwards, has the opportunity of a lifetime - interviewing nascar driver, rafe cameron. But, it may be a little bit more than she bargained for.

✯ warnings:

rafe is a sexy cocky bitch, reader is a queen, sexual innuendos, eventual smut, mature themes, rafe low key is a bitch, etc.

✯ a/n:

nothing!! please don't engage if you have a hard time with any of these topics <3 this was origianlly posted on my old blog @/illicitfixations, @/lovelornanonymity back in 2021/2022 and i have rewritten + reshared it here :)

You kept thinking about Rafe after your initial interaction, but you weren’t going to let him know that and you weren’t going to go running back to your bosses crying about a boy being mean to you and refusing to interview him. Racing was already a predominantly male driven sport and that didn’t leave a lot of room for you at the table, but you had worked hard and become someone that every household recognized, they called you one of Nascar's leading women now and you were damn proud of that. You weren’t going to let some meat head race car driver convince you that you weren’t something special, even if he was beautiful and chiseled in all the right places and a leader on the track. Nope. You couldn’t go there. As dreamy as he was, he had ruined any amount of respect you’d initially had for him, simply by opening his mouth. You were brought out of your thoughts as your phone chirped, Alex’s name littering across the screen. 

Green onion. Tonight 9pm. 

You giggled at the text, knowing that she wouldn’t take no for an answer before you sent your reply. 

Only if you wear something sexy ;)

Bitch, get real. 

Her reply came with a quickness, just as you had expected and you giggled, knowing that Alex was always wearing something sexy and always, always going to look good in a bar on a friday night. You wished you could be more confident and carefree like she was. 

- 

Nine o’clock came quickly. You had wasted most of the day going over the stats of every driver in preparation for tomorrow’s race. By your account, Rafe was set to win tomorrow and Topper would probably come second or third. You liked those odds. Though, deep down if Rafe wasn’t as good of a driver, you might find him less sexy, which would be a good thing. You got up from your desk at 8:45pm, living close to downtown had its perks and not having to leave early for things was one of them. You dressed quickly in a black lacy tank top and low-rise jeans, curling your hair and throwing on a little bit of makeup before grabbing your purse and keys and heading out the door. 

By the time you got to the bar, Alex was already about five drinks deep, as you’d expected. She always pre-gamed a little too hard, even when you were in college. You found her on top of a barstool drooling over a questionable looking man as he tucked her long black hair behind her ears. 

“Mind if I cut in?” 

You asked and she leapt up, squealing and pulling you in for a hug. 

“It’s about time you got here, this guy is boring!” 

She exclaimed. 

“Alex, honey, be nice.” 

You chastised her, though doing so in her drunken state you knew was a waste of time. 

“Sorry.” 

You mouthed to him and he just smiled and walked away, leaving you to tend to her antics by yourself. 

“Wanna dance!” 

She exclaimed in your ear and you merely nodded, grabbing her hand and pulling her to the dance floor. You danced for a brief moment, the dim light of the bar and the combination of the dj’s uplights created a feeling of ecstasy amidst the drinks that men in the bar kept supplying the two of you with. You continued to grind against Alex for about thirty minutes, the music bumping so violently that you could feel it under your feet. You walked out of the crowd and back to the bar for another drink when you ran into someone familiar. 

“Hey, y/n.” 

Topper said with a smile and you returned the gesture. 

“Hi, Top. Who’re your friends?” 

You questioned and he introduced them one by one. 

“Guys – this is Nascar's leading lady, y/n.” 

You blushed at Topper’s compliment. For a driver, he wasn’t half bad, he was even sweet to you most of the time. 

“Y/n – this is Kyle, Corbin, Zack, and Rafe.” 

You hadn’t even registered that the Rafe Topper was referring to was the same Rafe that you were trying so desperately to forget. Though, you probably should have; what kind of name is Rafe anyways? You remained polite as each boy said hello to you, returning the pleasantries and as your eyes met his, you swallowed thickly. He smiled that same shit eating grin and you pretended you didn’t know who he was. That’s what any self-respecting person would do in this situation, right? 

“Nice to meet you guys!” 

You exclaimed, tipping the drink in your hand and they returned the gesture, tipping their’s right back in your direction. 

“So, Nascar’s leading lady, huh? How’d you wind up, racing?” 

The one who’d introduced himself as Corbin asked and you giggled. 

“Oh, I’m not a driver! I enjoyed it a long time ago – my dad got me into it. But, I’m a sport’s reporter now, so I report on just about all of you.” 

At your revelation, Rafe almost spit out his drink, suddenly realizing who exactly you were and why you had probably made your way up to his garage the other night. Why had he made that stupid joke? 

“Anyways, Top, I’m here with Alex so I better get back to her. I’ll see you tomorrow though.” 

You said in a sweet sing-song voice before bringing him in for a hug. 

“Alright, call me if you need anything.” 

He said, rubbing the back of your hair. You nodded in response before pulling away and heading back to the dance floor where ALex was grinding on the man she had earlier been flirting with. Topper’s eyes lingered on your figure, making sure you got from point A to point B before tearing his eyes away. 

“Topper, please tell me that’s not who I think it is.” 

Rafe asked with bewildered eyes. 

“Well, who do you think it is?” 

Topper questioned. 

“She’s the hot broadcaster, isn’t she? The one all the guys like?” 

Rafe asked, fear lacing his normally overzealous and cocky tone. 

“She’s more than that, but yeah, that’s the same girl. Why?” 

Topper quickly responded. 

“I. fucked. up. – Top.” 

He muttered in a voice so low and choppy, enunciating the words in a tone so serious yet quiet that Topper almost didn’t catch what he said under the pressure of the music against his ears. 

“What did you do this time?” 

He questioned, annoyance lacing his tone. 

“I may or may not have made a joke at her expense when she came to interview me the other day.” 

Topper rolled his eyes in response.

“Rafe, what did you say to her?” 

He growled, grinding his molars against each other.

“I may or may not have asked her if she was an escort?” 

He replied sheepishly. 

“God! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” 

Topper was yelling at this point, so unabashedly ashamed of Rafe’s behavior and his incessant need to ruin everything. He found it comical really, the way Rafe had the ability to put his foot in his mouth within moments of meeting women; his douchebaggery could . Though, this time, it was at the expense of you – someone topper cared for deeply, and you – you weren’t just some girl in a bar. 

“I was trying to be funny and she looked so sad, Topper.” 

He replied, seemingly remorseful. 

“Of course she did, you idiot! What? You thought she was going to be happy about that?” 

He asked in an accusatory tone and Rafe could only glance between you and back to Topper, like a chastised dog. 

“Rafe, you need to find a way to make it right. She’s sweet. Joke or not – she didn’t deserve to be made to feel like that.” 

Topper growled.

“I promise, I will.” 

Rafe muttered in response, tipping back the neck of the beer bottle as it met his lips. 

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My Demon, My Love - Part 3 - The Sacrifice (End)

"I saved myself."

PAIRING: Demon!Taehyung x human (f) Reader

SUMMARY: All Taehyung wanted was business as usual — strike a deal, claim a soul, and enjoy dessert. But somehow, he ended up powerless, with no choice but to ask for your help.

WORD COUNT: 4.7k

GENRE: demon AU, fake dating, marriage contract, smut

RATING: R (explicit - MDNI please!)

WARNINGS: arguing, gunshots, blood, lots of angst and tears, major character death (with a happy ending)

A.N. Here we have it, the finale! When I originally saw My Demon, I was left with questions... And when I thought about how to adapt it, I feared oversimplifying things... But in the end, I love how it turned out. I know I introduced new elements, but hopefully they give the story a fun twist! Thank you @moonleeai for kindly beta reading, @pars-ley for the gorgeous banner, and @colormepurplex2 for believing I could do it 😁 Enjoy! 💜

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When Taehyung woke up, he instantly searched for you in bed. 

Fortunately, you were just within reach. He spooned you, hugging you close as your damask rose perfume grounded him in reality. You sighed as you snuggled up closer to him, letting your naked body mold to his, soothing his distress, making his heart beat unbridledly.

He had three days. That wasn’t a lot of time to try to find another way, but—

You turned in his arms, looking at him with the most heartwarming smile he had ever seen. “Good morning.”

His heart skipped; you were happiness itself. He couldn’t even put into words how much he loved you.

He cradled your cheek and kissed your lips, pouring his entire heart into that gesture. Your radiant smile greeted him again as soon as he withdrew to look at you, and suddenly, he was at ease. He would try to stay by your side just a little longer, but in the end, there would never be an easier decision in his life. He brushed your cheek as he remembered his promise.

I will stand by you through thick and thin and always put you first.

He smiled as you sighed, happy with his caresses. You were his wife, and he would fulfil his vows and promises, no matter what.

“I don't want to get out of bed,” you confessed, sighing.

“Then let's stay,” he suggested, kissing your cheek. “It's Christmas…”

“Not yet,” you countered. “Christmas is in three days. I still have to work two days. I have to, I can't ask my staff to do it and then bail,” you explained as you brushed his cheek.

He caught your hand to nip the palm before sighing. “Fine, but I need you to come with me somewhere first.”

“Where?” you asked curiously.

“To visit someone.”

Your expression sobered up. “The demon.”

He nodded, enjoying pecking your palm, lingering in that moment with you. At least until you pulled the covers back and told him to get ready so you wouldn’t be late for work. 

He huffed and fell back on the bed in protest. He almost told you to ask your right hand to take on your functions as he had asked Bok-gyu, his director, but in the end, he stayed quiet. Three days wasn’t a lot, but it was something. Maybe Namjoon would have the solution you needed.

He got ready and took your hand when you offered it, ready to be taken wherever he needed to go. He smiled cheekily at your ivory chiffon blouse with a dramatic bow tie at the neck, but before you could ask what the problem was, his eyes turned red. You picked up on his shirt changing color from light blue to creamy-white to match your blouse, making him chuckle as you gasped. Yet before you could admonish him for it, he hugged you.

He didn’t have to when he wanted to transport you to another place with him, but he liked it. Particularly, he enjoyed the glimmer in your eyes as you raised your head and looked around, observing curiously before letting go of his arms.

Unfortunately, he had to be the first to let you go this time. You were surprised by the decoration around you. The wood beams and structure were very well preserved, and the books, statues, and art evoked the home of a scholar or artist. Yet it was when you looked out the window that your chin dropped in wonder. Luxurious forests surrounded that home, nestled in the mountainside. More structures were attached to that one, with curved tiled rooftops reflecting centuries-old architectural elegance. 

You probably recognised the traditional Korean hanok village and wondered why a demon would live in such a tranquil place. At least, that was what he imagined you meant to ask with your quizzical glance, yet he had already mastered his expression to be welcomed by the host.

“Taehyung, what a surprise.”

The voice boomed softly from across the room, and you turned. Your surprise was evident in your eyes as you observed the new demon in the room. Your host didn’t move with as much grace as Taehyung, but he was much more knowledgeable and powerful than he would lead anyone to believe. Taehyung couldn’t say he loved the buzzcut with the long white tunic, but he wasn’t about to say anything about it. Not today.

Taehyung bowed gracefully before Namjoon pulled him in for a hug. Namjoon quickly tapped Taehyung’s cheek before turning his attention to you.

“I see you have a helper now.”

You tilted your head in surprise, but Taehyung didn’t let you speak. “She can stay here, I need to talk to you.”

Namjoon agreed easily, reentering the library he had come from as he projected his voice in a command, “Seok-min, get us tea.”

Taehyung gave you a comforting nod, which you reciprocated, calmly heading to a nearby sofa to behold the view while your husband tended to his business. Taehyung’s gaze lingered on you a second longer before he followed his fellow demon and made sure to slide the hanji door behind him.

“I thought you didn’t like humans,” Namjoon commented, circling piles of books on the floor to reach a couch area where he usually had tea.

“They’re fine,” Taehyung replied, following him.

“More than fine, it seems,” Namjoon teased, sitting down and waving at Taehyung to do the same. Taehyung noticed Namjoon’s wrist with a familiar cross tattoo and sat down with a lump in his throat. “Surely, you didn’t have to marry her.”

Namjoon pointed at his empty ring finger, and Taehyung fidgeted with his wedding ring absentmindedly. “It was part of a deal,” he said quietly, unsure how to broach the topic.

“Really?” Namjoon sat back with raised eyebrows. “You know you can say no, right? Is that why you’re here?”

“No,” he sighed, leaning forward to rest his arms on his legs. “It’s something else.”

Taehyung decided to lay everything out: how he met you, how he saved you before you could strike a deal, how his tattoo moved to you, how he had figured out the circumstances of his deal to become a demon, and now, his conversation with God.

“You’re the only other demon I know,” he concluded, unable to read his fellow and older demon as he simply listened with his hand covering his mouth. “I wanted to know what you think. Maybe you can think of a loophole? Or maybe I could make a deal with you? I—”

The door opened, and Taehyung quieted, both demons letting Seok-min serve tea and holding out until he left.

“You got yourself into a dangerous situation,” Namjoon commented, still hiding his face. Those timeless eyes unsettled Taehyung. At least God looked approachable.

“I didn’t mean for it to happen like this, but now, I’m out of time.”

Namjoon’s eyebrows twitched before he leaned forward to grab a cup of tea. “You’re out of time and options.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re a demon — I can’t make a deal with you, even though you’re temporarily human. Then, there’s your wife. Say I would be willing to risk God’s wrath and make a deal with the human,” he raised his hand to stop Taehyung, “which I’m not. You already broke your contract. There’s no guarantee that anything I could do would work, and there’s always a matter of price.”

Taehyung shook his head imperceptibly. “That’s not an option.”

“I think your hu— wife would be more than willing to make a deal, but I don’t see the point. Especially if God herself told you that making her forget wouldn’t work twice.” Namjoon shrugged, sipping on his tea. “There’s only one option.”

“What?”

“You have to handle it.”

“We can’t—” Taehyung scoffed. “Even if I could, I would never hurt her.”

“There are ways.”

“We can’t kill humans,” Taehyung deadpanned, irritation clear on his features.

“You can ask a human to do it for you.”

“No.”

“Then you’ll vanish.”

Namjoon’s eyes were inscrutable, but he couldn’t hide his slight annoyance when Taehyung simply stayed silent, watching the vapor rise from his untouched teacup.

“Think about it,” Namjoon said, putting the cup down. “She’ll be reincarnated. In twenty years or so, you can find her again if you really want to. At least, you’ll live to see her again.”

Taehyung nodded softly as he spoke, knowing what his answer would be before Namjoon was done. “That won’t do.”

“Why not?” Namjoon asked, finally with irritation.

“Because I’ll only be able to see her.” Namjoon frowned, confused, and Taehyung explained, “She won’t ever know I exist or how I feel. She’ll never be allowed to feel the way she does now.”

Namjoon’s expression was riddled with confusion as he shook his head. “But she’ll be alive. And so will you.”

“No, not really. Living… no. I’d simply… exist.”

“But— The alternative is to disintegrate into ash. Do you understand?” Namjoon insisted, irritated with Taehyung’s naivety. “I’ve seen it, it will happen!”

“I see,” Taehyung breathed, and Namjoon smacked his own knees in annoyance.

“Are you listening? You’ll die because you want to feel?”

“I already do,” Taehyung declared simply, and Namjoon scoffed.

“You’re just confused!”

“I love her.”

“You—” Namjoon was breathless. “Love? We can’t feel love! You’re being delusional!”

Taehyung got up and bowed deeply at the waist. “Thank you, hyung. I know what to do.”

Namjoon sprang up. “What?! You need to think clearly about this! There’s a way for you two to live, isn’t that what matters?!”

“No,” he replied calmly, turning around to leave with Namjoon hot on his heels.

“You prefer to die? Does that make sense?!”

“Yes.”

“Why?! Because you can’t kill her? Tell her! I’m sure she—”

“No,” Taehyung stopped in front of the door and turned to face him. “Because I can’t let her end this beautiful life abruptly, before time, because of me.”

“So you’ll die instead?!”

“Yes.”

Taehyung slid the door open and rushed to you, entirely blocking out whatever Namjoon said about him having lost his mind. You got up from the couch, surely surprised to see Namjoon fuming, and Taehyung held you in his arms as quickly as he could.

“Wait! You’ll regret this!”

Taehyung closed his eyes, kissed your head, and you two were gone.

Taehyung was fidgety while the elevator carried him to the top floor of your company building. He had spent the whole day musing over Namjoon’s opinion and what to do, and he had finally decided. Raising the flower bouquet, he confirmed that it was still perfectly arranged with the envelope properly tucked in between the red roses. 

He planned a getaway trip for the next two days with you. It would mean spending Christmas just the two of you, but he was sure you’d understand why it should be this way.

He strolled down the office, greeting the people who worked for you as he crossed them, until he reached your office.

“Wait, Mr. Kim.”

Taehyung turned to Secretary Shin with a smile. “I’m on time, right? My lovely wife should be just about to finish her day.”

Secretary Shin nodded. “She has an unexpected guest and has requested not to be disturbed.”

Taehyung pursed his lips but nodded, refusing coffee or any other drink. Instead, he paced the hallway, meaning to wait patiently in the designated area, when he staggered. There were couches for guests to wait comfortably, and Taehyung’s heart froze. He recognized that human in the furthest corner.

Taehyung gripped the flowers and ran back, barging through your office without bothering to knock. Namjoon had seen your face. In his mind, all types of scenarios were unfolding, and not even knowing that demons couldn’t hurt humans was calming him.

He found you and Namjoon, who now had a more casual and businessman look to him, sitting on the couches having tea. Your eyes were red and watery, and Taehyung instantly clenched his fist.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he seethed at Namjoon, who got up, same as you.

“My part,” he replied, nodding back at you. “I think she should know. Don’t you?”

“Get out,” Taehyung snarled, knowing his eyes would have turned red if only his tattoo were still on his wrist.

Namjoon sighed. “Fine.”

Taehyung’s posture didn’t break until the older demon was out the door, following after him, just to make sure he was leaving down the hallway.

“Tae,” you called, making him turn back into the room to almost stumble on you.

“Did he hurt you?” he asked, grabbing your shoulders. He wouldn’t think so, but—

“No,” you took a step back, though you were trembling. “Tell me the truth. Were you going to tell me?”

“Yes,” he replied without hesitation. Your lips trembled, and he had to groan his annoyance, waving the bouquet in front of him. “Yes, yes, I was!”

Your brow furrowed, looking at the roses. “What? With flowers?”

Taehyung huffed and strided to drop the flowers on your desk. He grabbed the envelope and waved it. “No, with a trip for the both of us to get out of here and be together.”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “Why? So you can just let yourself die?” He groaned mutely and tossed the envelope on the desk. “And you thought what? That I’d just applaud and let you do it?!”

Your voice broke, and he rushed back to you, hating himself for the tears streaming down your cheeks.

“It’s okay—”

“It is not okay!” you countered, haphazardly slapping his hands away before reaching out to grab him close. “He said there is another way—”

“There isn’t,” he cut in firmly, his eyes watering as well.

“There is!”

“It’s my decision,” he declared, cradling your cheek.

“It’s not! I’m in this too, it’s my fault!”

“Won’t you stop saying that?” he begged, hurting with the very thought that you blamed yourself for any of this.

You gripped his shirt, ivory, to match your blouse. Tears streamed down your face. “If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have to sacrifice yourself constantly! Once is enough!”

He grabbed your hands gently. “I made my own decisions, you—”

“But they weigh on me! And I don’t want you to die!” You smiled as you blinked the tears away. “So let me do it.”

“No, you—” Taehyung found himself speechless with the intensity of the emotions inside his chest. “You’d be gone. Gone. I can’t bring you back.”

You smiled as you caressed his cheek, wiping the tears there. “That’s okay.”

He shook his head violently and gripped your waist closely. “You’re not thinking clearly—”

A bang echoed in the room, cutting his words short. When he realized what type of noise it was, he quickly spun the two of you around so he’d be between you and the raised pistol with smoke coming out of its muzzle. Yet the human, Seok-min, lowered his hand with a victorious, skewed smile on his lips. 

People screamed, and in seconds, security had tackled Seok-min to the floor, but Taehyung turned to you with horror gripping his heart. Your knees faltered as your breathing became shallow, and he caught you.

You tried to grip his shirt and speak, but you could only look at him while he shook his head, clenching his jaw in utter anger that this was happening. That Namjoon came to you and brought that human, who shot you, making you drown in your own blood as you struggled breathlessly in his arms.

You coughed up blood, and Taehyung couldn’t keep you up anymore, afraid that straining your body would make it worse. He let you settle on your knees as he did the same, supporting you. He was crying, though he didn’t notice; all he could think of was how long you had. Time was ticking; he knew it well. Between the people shouting for ambulances and the eventual advent of a doctor who could save you, would you make it?

“It’s okay,” you tried breathing, though the gargling unnerved him to the core.

No.

He felt it the moment you slipped away. Your body became limp, and your eyes closed, the sparkle held within them snugged away forever, and the very thought maimed him.

He called out your name as he wept, desperation gripping his heart. That couldn’t be happening. He was going to tell you, he was going to convince you that living two days by your side was better than a whole existence without you. Because even if you were reincarnated, you wouldn’t be you. He needed you to know that he couldn’t live in a world where you didn’t exist. That he loved you.

He withdrew to look at you, pale and lifeless, and wiped the blood off your chin. A tear fell as he smiled and realized, once again, that it was the easiest decision in the world. He gripped you harder, feeling the tattoo burn on his wrist as he invoked his demonic powers, then he leaned in to press his lips to yours.

He felt the moment you were back. You sucked in a faint, painless breath as your eyes flickered open. Taehyung had to smile the second he saw that sparkle again, feeling deep inside his heart that he had made the right decision.

You muttered his name, and he said yours, still smiling. It prompted you to sit up, wiping your chin and feeling your body to find that despite the blood and gunshot, there was no bullet wound. People were still screaming and shouting outside your office, but until the guy who shot you was taken away, nobody was moving.

Taehyung could read in your eyes how quickly you realized that the only way you were alive was because he had done something.

You looked him in the eyes. “You— You just said you couldn’t bring me back.”

He smiled. “Not without a price.”

Your gaze widened, horrified. “Kim Taehyung,” you called, your voice wavering. “Did you—” You cradled his cheek. “Did you save me?”

He still couldn’t help but smile. “I saved myself.”

Your voice was smothered as you shook your head. “No! No, no…”

Your breath caught once you realized that all around him, little specks of ash were fluttering in the air as he began to burn.

You wept and clutched at his face and clothes, desperately begging him to stay, and it hurt so much more than disintegrating. All he could think of was that at least you were safe, and nothing made him happier. Still, the pain in your eyes as you cried hurt because he didn’t want to leave you. He truly only wanted to love you until his last breath, and he did.

He caressed your cheek, feeling the fire consume his heart, still beating for you, and looked at you until he couldn’t breathe and everything ended.

Few words could describe how you were feeling.

You would have never described your life as ordinary or dull, but meeting Taehyung allowed you to call it magical. Saving your life was, in itself, an obviously important feat, but it wasn’t just that. You ended up loving every little thing about him, from how he teased you to the way he bit his lip when he looked at you. It made you feel special and cared for, and not because you had his tattoo on your wrist. He respected and loved you just as much as you loved him, that much you knew. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be dead.

You could barely sleep in your premium Eliena Hotel suite. All you could think about for the last two days was how Taehyung looked at you right before vanishing into thin air. There was so much in his eyes, so much you’d never get to unpack. To ask. All you did was desperately call out to him and beg him to stay, and a small part of you regretted it, filling you with such grief that you were sobbing again, hiding in your pillow.

You should have told him you loved him. He knew, but you should have told him. Those were his last seconds on this Earth, and all he saw was how terrified you were. You knew he would have stayed if he could, just like you knew what he would have said if you had insisted.

It’s my decision.

You cried harder, voicing your pain. You would have gladly gone ahead if it meant you could meet again one day. Now, there wasn’t even that option. You were stuck.

You raised your head to look at your hands, both with wedding rings, though one looser than the other. Taehyung’s wedding ring was the only thing left of him, something you clutched as you wept desperately as soon as he disappeared. You remembered hearing the commotion outside as the police showed up to take the shooter away, and in your anger, you got up to your feet and stomped your way, pushing everyone aside. 

As soon as you laid eyes on that guy’s smug face, you unleashed your anger, shouting, kicking, and punching him with everything you had.

You remembered people trying to pull you away from him, but most of all, you remembered his surprise as he realized you were alive.

“What—How’s this possible? I shot you! You were supposed to die! How are you still alive?!”

The blatant confession got the police to get him away from you as quickly as possible while you broke down crying. You preferred to have died rather than to live with that guilt and sorrow.

“We can’t let you stay in the dark,” Secretary Shin had said once you entered that suite after giving your testimony to the police. It was hard to explain how you had been shot but were fine while your husband had vanished. Fortunately, they had other charges they could use to keep that man away, including his being deranged and talking about supernatural entities and powers. “The days are very short now, and you need all the sunlight you can get.”

“Sun or no sun, it will be dreadful anyway,” you had muttered, sitting on the couch where she left you to open the curtains.

Secretary Shin pressed her lips together not to cry before nodding. “You need to try, miss. You need to rally, otherwise you won’t make it.”

Her voice trembled, and you nodded. “There’s no point in living in this execrable world. But I can’t hope to die,” you shook your head, hugging yourself as your shoulders trembled. “Not after everything he went through to ensure I’d live.”

You cried, and Secretary Shin held you, trying to convince you that spending Christmas with your family would do you good, yet you refused. You decided to hide away in that Eliena Hotel suite. Your family would ask questions you didn’t want to answer if you showed up alone, and it turned out they weren’t expecting you anyway because Taehyung had planned for you to go on a trip together.

You hugged a pillow again, letting the sobs shake you as you kissed his wedding ring on your finger. Time had lost all meaning to you, but somehow, once you saw light through the curtains, you were reminded of what day it was. Taehyung’s smile as he spoke about spending the first Christmas together drew fresh tears out of your eyes, but it also got you to drag your feet out of bed.

You wrapped yourself in a robe and made your way to the hotel’s rooftop to catch the sunrise. Feeling its gentle light touch your skin wasn’t nearly enough to warm your heart. You neared the ledge from which you fell once, and the bittersweetness made a tear run down your cheek.

“Merry Christmas, Taehyung,” you say gently, facing the sun on the horizon. “It feels like when you died, a part of me died with you.” You tried to contain the urge to cry, instantly kicking yourself for focusing on the negative instead of what you wanted, in case he was listening. “I insist that you make a deal with me. Kim Taehyung — my wish is to have you back.”

You couldn’t help the convulsive breath that instantly muted you and drained you of all of your strength. Yet before you could fall to your knees or bend over the ledge, two arms surrounded you, pushing you back into a warm embrace that felt like home.

“Merry Christmas,” he whispered into your ear, making you shudder from head to toe.

You spun around and gasped, eyes widening in shock as you stared at him. The perfect image of Taehyung was right in front of you, exactly like he was two days ago, with tears in his eyes and a hopeful smile on his face.

You raised a hand to cup his cheek. “What— Tae?” He grabbed your hand to kiss your palm, and you couldn’t hold back the tears. “How?”

“I don’t know,” he confessed, eyes red and tearful as he looked at you. 

You could tell he was happy to see you, and so were you. You had never been more ecstatic and on the verge of weeping your heart out before, and you could tell he felt the same way. Yet as he brushed your hair out of your face with his free hand, surely noticing the way your sorrow had blemished and drained you, he realized you really did not know. And that made his pure, sweet smile shift.

He pulled your hand from his face and looked at both your wrists — empty.

“Christmas miracles do happen.”

The female voice sounded from just beside you two, and you both turned to see who it was. The voice gave you goosebumps, though you didn’t recognize her face. 

Taehyung bristled in your arms, muttering, “You. Why did you do it?” he asked more firmly, and you raised an eyebrow, looking at the woman again.

She looked so ordinary to you. She laughed. “She wanted a deal.” The woman smiled, meaning you, and her smile resembled one from a TV hostess handing out the grand prize. Only you didn’t know if you should feel lucky. “Since you were gone, I had to step in.”

“A deal?” Taehyung was instantly defensive, and you looked at the woman curiously.

“Nothing prevents us from making a deal,” the woman stated, looking deep into your eyes. You could only stare back at her. “Since your demon never made one with you, after all.”

“What’s the price?” he instantly asked, reaching to grab your hand. You could see that he was worried, but you were happy.

“Something simple, as fate would have it.” 

The woman smiled, pleased with herself, and Taehyung frowned next to you. You pulled on his hand. “I don’t care as long as you’re back.”

Your gesture drew his attention to your wrists again. “I’m human.”

“You lost your powers,” the woman confirmed, and you looked at her under the new light of Christmas morning. You had made a deal with God. “Managed to find a way to live by her side in the end,” God told Taehyung, smiling cheekily. “I suppose you were right. Fate can also be kind.”

Taehyung gripped your hand and looked at God in the eye. “Thank you.”

You were about to thank her, too, but she smiled at Taehyung and winked at you before vanishing in the blink of an eye. You wondered for a few seconds where she had gone, but soon forgot all about it because Taehyung pulled you into his arms and kissed you. Your heart was overwhelmed with joy as you hugged him closer, unable to contain the relief and happiness as your tears streamed down your cheeks.

He withdrew to look at you, wiping your tears away gently. “We finally get to be together, huh…”

“Our first Christmas together, it seems,” you teased, sniffling, and he chuckled.

“Our first life together,” he pointed out, biting his lip and making butterflies flutter in your stomach. 

Your eyes filled with tears, so incredibly happy, your voice was a whisper, “Finally.”

[leeknowslaughh]

Wind Breaker Chapter 158 SPOILERS!!!

I’M CRYING OVER THIS COLORED PANEL

I really loved this arc a whole lot, but boy am I glad it’s done!! Please, Satoru Nii, please give us more background on Sakura and PLEASE GIVE US SUO’S BACKSTORY!!!! 😭 I’m begging for it.

Good for Endo even though I still don’t like him and have NOT forgiven him for what he did to Sakura!

NIREI LOOKS SO FREAKIN CUTE HERE IM NEVER MOVING ON!!!!!!!!

Also good for Sakura to learn how to text well enough to let everyone know it’s over and that Umemiya, my king, is victorious! ❤️❤️

Kaji looks so defeated 😞 my poor baby! I need him to be hugged. Someone hug him stat!

Overall, this was a great arc and a wild ride of emotions. I’m glad it’s over so we can move on to some fluff!

[megamindsupremacy]

So, way back when I was a wee little cringe nerd (tentatively affectionate), I was absolutely bonkers obsessed with Percy Jackson. I also had basically zero access to the internet and only an extremely vague idea of what fanfiction was, and I definitely wasn't immersed in the fanfiction culture of the time. So that meant whenever I had Thoughts and Ideas, I was writing those fuckers straight into my class notebooks for all the world but especially my teachers to see. That being said, I just remembered my very first ever fanfiction idea, of which I wrote three pages of looseleaf in my seventh-grade social studies class with my best friend in between assignments. Which I will now elaborate on as an Adult because honestly, what else do I have a semi-popular Tumblr blog for?

The basic idea is that, in the Son of Neptune, instead of heading straight for Camp Jupiter, Percy very vaguely remembers that the mysterious Annabeth lives very close by. He skids down the hill next to the Caldecott Tunnel, but instead of crashing into the highway, he lands in the back of a pickup and is carried away by a very panicked+annoyed driver who wants the kid in the back of his truck out.

(Please imagine Frank and Hazel, standing guard, watching some random kid go screaming down the side of a hill on a serving platter while pursued by gorgons, land in a pickup, and, still screaming, swordfight said gorgons. Who get whacked out of the air and run over by a school bus. Can you fucking imagine)

(Please also imagine Juno, waiting invisibly next to the road, also watching Percy go screaming by in a truck. She had been waiting there to give Percy her mysterious "choose safety or your memories" spiel but now he's fucking gone)

The pickup driver pulls over to the side of the road near the bay and tells Percy to get the fuck out of the back of his car. Percy, seeing the gorgons in hot pursuit in the distance, makes the logical move and jumps straight into the bay. He lets instincts and muscle memory guide him to the edge of one of those fancy neighborhoods that border the edge of the water. He continues following muscle memory and instincts and ends up at Annabeth's house, and he knocks on the door.

Fredrick, opening the door: Percy Jackson??

Percy: ...who are you

Fredrick: you exploded my car four years ago! my daughter has been looking for you for months. ANNABETH COME DOWNSTAIRS I FOUND YOUR BOYFRIEND

Percy: HUH WHAT

Annabeth gives him a flying tackle hug and Percy is 60% confused, 40% relieved because finally this is someone he remembers. Annabeth starts talking about how they need to get Percy to CHB stat, everyone is so worried about him, they knew Jason had had amnesia but it had been so long they weren't sure if Percy was still alive, etc etc,

Percy is nodding along in confusion and pretending he knows wtf she's talking about.

Juno appears in the Chase house. She's mad as hell that a) percy isn't already in Camp Jupiter and b) he's with Annabeth (derogatory). She teleports Percy straight into CJ but Annabeth manages to hang onto him and come with.

They land on the near side of the Little Tiber, where Frank and Hazel are reporting on the weird screaming demigod in a pickup that had gone by twenty minutes ago. Juno realizes she accidentally brought Annabeth along and is Very Unhappy about this.

"Romans, I bring to you the Son of Neptune-" ("I'm the son of a planet?" Percy muttered). "For months he has been slumbering [etc]. Instruct him in your ways, induct him into your legion. As for the daughter of Minerva…” The Romans gasped, staring at Annabeth. Juno curled her lip, shooting an icy look at the girl. Annabeth snarled wordlessly in response. “She is extraneous. Do with her what you will.”

Juno disappeared

More will be added in the reblog

[lcvehee]

lost and found (smau)

#15. realizations

꩜ .ᐟ a/n: we are so backkkk. boycotting is so fucking hard but i'm surviving😝 here's chapter 15 as promised!

꩜ .ᐟ wc: 0.9k + screenshots.

sohee soundlessly locked the door behind him, painstakingly removing his shoes. it was midnight, he had just finished his shift and he couldn’t wait to go to sleep; the thought of dropping everything and just melting under the covers was extremely tempting, but he didn’t want to wake seunghan.

the guy was annoying and didn’t know how to properly load the dishwasher, sure, but sohee knew how important sleep is for a college student. seunghan, despite his constant teasing and clinginess, greatly cared about sohee. and unfortunately for sohee, that went both ways—he cared about him too.

as he dragged himself to the bathroom to wash up, he could feel someone hovering behind him, about to hug him. “seunghan?” he called out, turning around.

and there he stood, fully awake, with a big grin on his face. “that’s me, baby.”

sohee stared at him quizzically, crossing his arms.

“as hard as it is to believe, i’m actually up studying.” seunghan puffed out his chest. “this exam season is my academic comeback.”

“oh, good luck with that.” sohee chuckled to himself before removing his t-shirt. “now, get out, i need to shower.”

“what if i wanted to bother you for a little longer?”

“if you don’t leave, i won’t help you for your stats class.”

the other boy gasped in pure horror. “you didn’t.”

“oh yes, i just did,” sohee raised his eyebrows.

“okay, fine, i’ll leave” seunghan grumbled. “but just one thing.”

sohee hummed absentmindedly.

“are you really just friends with y/n?”

“this again?”

his cool facade was fraying. quickly. sohee squirmed under his friend’s inquisitive gaze, now aware of his quickening heartbeat and the warming of his face. damn it. he hates the way he feels. he clutched his now-discarded t-shirt to his bare chest, suddenly feeling a bit too exposed to his liking. literally and figuratively.

“so?”

he cleared his throat, and suddenly found himself looking at his socks. “we’re just friends.”

“look at me when you say that.” seunghan paused. “and there’s no use lying. it’s obvious when you do—at least to me.”

sohee grumbled. “i'm definitely not helping you for your statistics exam.”

seunghan cackled as he left the bathroom.

━˖°˖ ☆ ˖ ━━━

anton was sprawled out on the sofa, his shoulders touching yours. he was on a facetime call with giselle and yeri. there was a random youtube video playing in the background, long forgotten.

“where’s y/n? i haven’t seen her in a while,” yeri said in her usual cheery tone.

he wordlessly shifted his body to fit you both in the frame, careful to not crush you with his weight.

“y/n! i can finally see your beautiful face.” yeri exclaimed.

you chuckled. “how are you so full of energy? it's midnight.”

she shrugged. “it’s probably your brother’s cooking. he cooks way too much, and it’s full of protein.”

giselle laughed at this. “still a gymrat?”

“absolutely.” your brother appeared in the frame, his eyes lighting up as he saw your face staring back at him. “how’s my sister doing?”

“well, a lot has happened since we've talked,” you say, flashing him an apologetic smile. “but yeah. um, i was followed the other day.”

“WHAT?” he yelled, taking the phone from yeri's hands. “do i have to beat someone up?”

“yeah, please explain what actually happened!” giselle lamented, her forehead creased in worry.

“no, it's not what you think!”

after explaining to them what actually happened that day, your brother asked, “what happened?”

you stared at your screen, dumbfounded. “i just told you?”

“y/n… you've changed.”

“are we interrupting?” giselle muttered, eyes wide. “this seems like an important heart-to-heart between siblings.”

“yeah, i'll do my skincare. i'll take my sweet time, don't worry.” yeri said in a sing-song tone as she got up, leaving the frame.

your brother winces. “sorry for making this serious.”

anton laughed, handing his phone to you. “it's okay, hyung,” he said softly, then turned to you, patting your shoulder, “go talk to your brother. i'll make some tea, i guess.”

you mutter a thank you and turn your attention to your brother.

“now that it's the two of us, let's be frank with each other,” he said, tone completely serious, “has something happened recently? other than those weird fans following you.”

you just stare at the pixels on the screen forming his face, debating if you want to tell him. but tell him… what exactly?

“okay, um, how'd you get to know wonbin?”

you tell him how he's a friend of giselle's and you two met at one of his parties. your brother seemed surprised at the mention of alcohol and partying. “i didn't know you drank? let alone go to parties?”

“should i take that as an insult? you know what? nevermind.” you laughed bitterly to yourself, “just to clear any confusion, that party was actually my first time."

you exhaled. "and the drinking? it started in freshman year, i was stressed out, okay?” you sigh, “don't tell mom.”

“don't worry, i won't,” he smiled sheepishly. “why didn't you call me about this though?”

“i don't know… but good news is that i don't drink much these days.” you say, as you think to yourself. why is that?

you found yourself thinking of a certain someone.

you've never told sohee explicitly about your drinking habit but he's probably noticed—you like to drink to forget about college sometimes. not really often, but when you do, you sure drink a lot.

“y/n? you okay?”

“oh, uh, yeah,” you mutter. he raised a brow at this.

“not very convincing, i know,” you add.

you know what? fuck it.

after a beat of silence, you said, “i became friends with another guy, too. his name's sohee.”

“oh?”

“it's kind of funny actually,” you start.

as you ramble on about your first encounter, then your newly minted friendship, your brother just nods and lets out a few hums, listening intently.

“well, i'm glad you're friends with that sohee boy,” he uttered, a fond smile on his face.

“what makes you say that?”

“you just seem happier, and less reserved? he's a good influence on you."

“really?”

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The Forgotten Nest (Part 8) - Rooster

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw / Mitchell!OC (Cora)

Word Count: 4.7k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only

Warnings: Past Unplanned Teenage Pregnancy; Angst; Absent Parental Figures; The 'He Didn't Know About the Pregnancy' Trope; Repeating Trauma Cycles; Crying; The Uranium Facility Mission; Named Mitchell Daughter OC (Cora) and Named Mitchell-Bradshaw Son (Nickie)

Summary: The uranium facility mission commences.

A.N. There are references to a previous unplanned teenage pregnancy (between two eighteen-year-olds) in this fic. There won't be any flashback scenes to the pregnancy, but the references are still there, so if that makes you uncomfortable, please do not read.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Epilogue

Master List

Cora stood at the window of her home. It was barely light and she was still dressed in her pajamas. Wrapping her arms around herself, she stepped out onto the front deck of her home, and closed the door behind her. Stepping further out onto the deck, she stared in the direction of the Naval Air Base, trying to hold herself together.

She hadn’t slept last night. Not after her talk with Nickie and her discussion with her dad. Glancing down at her fingers, she tried to rub the blue ink out of her finger pads. The ink was still wet when she handed that photo to Maverick for the transfer. He shot her a look that she didn’t have the stomach to return and pulled her into a tight hug before he was gone.

Letting out a shaky breath, Cora turned back to the Naval Air Base to see an F/A-18 take off. And then another. And then another. Slowly sinking onto the front steps of her home, Cora watched them fly off before slowly lowering her head down into her hands as tears streamed down her cheeks.

~~~~~

Bradley rifled through his small bag, moving to grab his sleep clothes. Omaha was already in his bunk behind him, but Bradley’s mind was racing too fast for him to fall asleep quite yet. The mission was set for tomorrow and they were simply getting into position tonight.

Reaching for his toothbrush, Rooster paused and frowned when he felt his hand brush against a thick piece of paper. Pulling it out of his pack, Rooster paused when he realized that it was a photo. A photo of him and Cora at their senior prom.

How did that get into his bag?

Flipping it over, Rooster’s eyes quickly landed on the blue ink on the back of the photo. It was slightly smudged and the letters were written in haste, but it was clearly Cora’s handwriting. He knew it all of these years later.

Nickie told me about your meeting. Come home safely and we can talk.

Rooster flipped the photo over again, remembering that night vividly. He and Cora spent the whole night together, never wanting to leave each other’s sides, and caught up in the kind of love that only teenagers seemed to experience.

And bile rose in his throat when Rooster did the math in his head.

Cora was probably already pregnant in these photos. And it might just be the closest that they would ever get to having a photo of all three of them.

~~~~~

Maverick stared out at the assembled aviators in front of him with his hands folded calmly behind his back. This was the moment. He knew that someone wasn’t coming back from this mission and now he had to pick the pour souls who would be on the chopping block, all of which had families and friends back home waiting for their return.

The foxtrot teams were a simple choice. Speed and accuracy and ability to react quickly were his main criteria for that. Picking the single flier was the difficult choice. The one that would probably haunt him for the rest of his life. However long that might be.

Hangman was the answer on paper—he flew the fastest and the most aggressively, which was what the mission called for. But no one trusted him to cover their backs. Coyote was out. The G-LOC incident grounded him. And between Fritz and Rooster, Rooster had the better stats and repertoire with the foxtrot teams. So, the answer was there. He just had to make it.

“Rooster,” Maverick called after Cyclone’s prompting.

The initial shock that Rooster wore on his face was clear as day, though he quickly shoved it behind the mask that all of them were wearing during the briefing. The mask that all aviators forced themselves to put on before every mission.

Rooster and Maverick locked eyes for a moment, a silent conversation passing between them. The more sheepish, guilt-stricken side of Rooster stood out more than Maverick had seen since the incident seventeen years ago. And from what Nickie said, Maverick knew that it was genuine. He just wished that it happened sooner.

Then Nickie and Rooster could have actually talked and learned about each other. Rooster could have made it up to Cora and that stress could have been off of her shoulders years ago. And then they could have been just like any ordinary family of three.

But things were never simple in the Mitchell family. Nor were they easy in the Bradshaw family.

Maverick nodded to the gathered aviators before making his way to the locker room, leaving Rooster standing there, a bit lost.

~~~~~

Rooster stepped out onto the flight deck, gripping his helmet loosely and clearly lost in his thoughts. He wasn’t expecting to be chosen. Not after everything that he and Maverick had put each other through over the years, and especially in the last few days. Not after he coasted his way through the training runs, never quite pushing it like Hangman did.

He didn’t think that he was good enough for this mission. And yet here he was.

Picking his head up for a moment, Rooster paused when he found Hangman standing on the deck in front of him, a serious expression on his face. Gone was the arrogant edge that made Rooster want to knock his teeth out ever since he met him. No, for once, Hangman actually looked like a team player. Like someone who cared if everyone came home.

“You give ‘em hell,” Hangman yelled over the roar of the engines, before making his way to his plane.

Rooster barely even acknowledged Hangman as he walked away, too caught up in his emotions. Nickie wanted to see him. Cora wanted to see him. Maverick chose him out of the line up of the best aviators in the country. Hangman was actually believed in him.

Rooster was so lost that it was a miracle he didn’t fall off the side of the ship.

Righting himself, Rooster turned and walked over to the plane adjacent to his own. Maverick was running through the pre-flight checks on his own aircraft when Rooster approached him, a bit more frantically than he intended.

“Sir? Sir?” Rooster called, causing Maverick to turn around to face him. “I . . . I just want to say—”

The orders over the comms cut off Rooster’s apology and automatically snapped both aviators into action. Maverick, seeing the shakiness to Rooster’s expression, took charge.

“We’ll talk. When we get back,” Maverick assured Rooster, who nodded curtly in return.

Maverick watched Rooster turn around and head for his own plane. Letting out a breath, Maverick looked to the ground, shaking his head before moving around to climb into his plane. Maverick didn’t want to lie to Rooster. But he wanted to protect him even more.

And, so, he lied.  

~~~~~

Nickie sat out on his surfboard, staring out into the Pacific Ocean with a far-off expression in his eye. The waves passed harmlessly under him, tickling his calves, but not pushing him hard enough to snap him out of his daze. Maverick was somewhere out in the Pacific in that direction. Bradley was somewhere out in the Pacific in that direction.

And Nickie hated waiting. He hated not knowing.

“Hey, Mitchell!” one of the other surf team boys called, breaking Nickie out of his trance. “Let’s go!”

“Right,” Nickie breathed out, blinking rapidly.

Turning to shoot one last look in the direction of the Pacific, Nickie paddled forward to catch a wave, ignoring how his stomach was knotted uncomfortably with stress.

~~~~~

Maverick signaled to the deck crew that he was prepared for launch before grabbing the handle. Forcing himself to take a breath, Maverick closed his eyes for a moment, picturing Nickie and Cora back home, safe and sound and taken care of, before he opened his eyes, completely focused on the mission directly in front of him.

“Watch over ‘em, Ice,” he murmured, before his plane was launched into the air.

~~~~~

Cora stood on the sand with Penny, watching Nickie surf with the other surf team kids. The two women had barely talked since Cora arrived, both caught up in their own thoughts. Cora wrapped her arms around herself, watching Nickie surf through the waves, though not as well as he normally did. He was distracted, she could tell, and the realization made her heart ache.

“He’s doing well,” Penny commented, causing Cora to nod slowly.

“But he’s not in it,” Cora stated softly, turning to face Penny. She gestured to the open ocean in front of them. “His head’s out there.”

“Can’t blame the kid,” Penny replied, just as Nickie wiped out.

Cora held her breath until Nickie resurfaced, completely unharmed, but just a little sheepish. Settling back down, Cora pursed her lips together and stared out at the setting sun in the distance. Penny reached out and wrapped an arm around her, giving Cora some support.

They didn’t need to discuss it. They both saw the look in Maverick’s eyes when he said goodbye.

“I think I’m going to take Amelia on a sailing trip,” Penny suggested, causing Cora to nod in return. “Did you and Nickie want to come?”

“No, thank you though,” Cora replied softly, turning back to her son. “I’m worried that Nickie would go tumbling off the side at this rate.”

“You know that I’m always here for the two of you.”

“I know, Penny. Thank you.”

Cora turned back to the waves of the distant ocean, unable to help the tears building in her eyes. Silently letting them drip down her cheeks, Cora let Penny pull her into a tight hug as the two women tried to hold themselves together for the sake of their children. And, frankly, for themselves.

~~~~~

“Dagger Two defending!” Rooster called out, spotting the SAMs behind him. Slamming his fist into the flares button, Rooster cursed when none popped out. “Shit! I’m out of flares!”

“Rooster, evade, evade!” Maverick yelled back, quickly turning around to help.

“I can’t shake them! They’re on me! They’re on me!” Rooster warned, going through evasive maneuvers.

Maverick didn’t hesitate. He just moved.

A thousand thoughts were flying through his head as he sped towards Rooster. Goose’s face. Carole’s face. Cora’s face. Nickie’s face. Oh, God, Nickie. Racing to protect his best friend’s son and his grandson’s father that he barely knew, Maverick hurried to get into position.

Rooster had to live. He had to live. He had to make it right with Cora. He had to make it right with Nickie. He had to live. He had to survive.

The sensors in front of Rooster started to beep aggressively, warning him that the SAMs were getting closer. Maverick yanked back on the joy stick, using the cobra maneuver to fly up above Rooster. Slamming his fist onto his flare button, Maverick released the flares behind Rooster, protecting him from one of the SAMs.

But Maverick’s own sensors started to blare as the second SAM flew forward.

“Mav!” Rooster screamed out in a panic.

Maverick grunted as the SAM hit him directly in the back of his aircraft. His plane broke apart and he started hurtling towards the ground in a great ball of fire. Sensors beeped all around Maverick as he released the joy stick, submitting to his fate.

And just before it all went back Maverick swore that he heard Nickie’s voice calling out to him.

~~~~~

“Penny said that she’s taking Amelia on a sailing trip,” Cora told Nickie softly as they packed up his gear to head back home. “Did you want to go?”

“No,” Nickie replied quietly, shaking his head. “I think that I just want to stay home.”

“We’ll do whatever you want to do, okay?” Cora assured Nickie, forcing a small smile.

“Do you think we could get those burgers at the diner that Gramps likes?” Nickie asked as he opened the passenger door.

“I thought that you hated those burgers,” Cora replied quietly, staring over at her son. “You always said that they were too greasy.”

“I know, but . . . Gramps always like them,” Nickie returned softly.

Trying to not let her lips wobble, Cora forced a smile and grabbed Nickie’s hand, giving it a small squeeze. Turning on the car, she faced forward to try and get control over her emotions.

“We’ll get some burgers then. For your Gramps.”

~~~~~

Maverick sprinted through the thick snow, powered by sheer determination. Every few steps he took, Maverick did a quick calculation about how much farther Rooster was and about how long it would take to get to him. His first aid training ran through his brain too.

Was Rooster hurt? Did he land safely? Did he eject safely? Maverick didn’t have the answer.

Spotting Rooster upright and kneeling in the snow, shoving down his parachute, Maverick felt new energy course through his veins. Rooster was alive. And he wasn’t hurt too bad based on the way that he was kneeling. He was alright. He was going to survive his ejection.

“You alright!?” Maverick yelled, hopping over a snow bank.

“Yeah, I’m good. You alright?” Rooster called back, right before Maverick pushed him straight into a pile of snow. “Jesus! What the hell!?”

Rooster yanked his helmet off and shoved it into the snow. Maverick slipped his off as well before turning to give Rooster the scolding of a lifetime.

“What are you doing here!?”

“What am I doing here!?” Rooster squawked back indignantly as he stood up.

“You think I took that missile for you so you could be down here with me!? You should be back on the carrier by now!”

“I saved your life!” Rooster snapped back.

“I saved your life! That’s the whole point.” Shaking his head incredulously, Maverick turned back to Rooster. “What the hell were you even thinking!?”

“You told me not to think!”

Maverick didn’t have a response for that, simply breathing heavily as he tried to catch his breath. Rooster nodded sarcastically, throwing his arms up in the air, before slamming them back at his sides. Both Maverick and Rooster breathed heavily, looking around the forest for any hostiles, before turning back to each other.

“You were supposed to go back to Cora and Nickie,” Maverick sighed, staggering a bit. Squatting in the snow, Maverick looked up at Rooster, who stared back evenly at him. “You were supposed to go back and make it right.”

“I am going to,” Rooster vowed, straightening up. He looked around the forest again before returning his gaze to Maverick. “But it wasn’t going to work without you.”

Maverick let out a breath, dropped his head down onto his hand. Rubbing his face as he tried to catch his breath properly after sprinting a couple miles at his age, Maverick picked his head up to find Rooster already offering him a hand. Taking it, Maverick accepted Rooster’s help up and dusted some of the snow off of his flight suit.  

“She’s going to kill us when she finds out,” Maverick stated, glancing around the forest.

“If she finds out,” Rooster suggested, causing Maverick to nod in agreement.  

“Well, it’s good to see you,” Maverick replied with a small smile.

“It’s good to see you too,” Rooster returned, setting his hands on his hips. “So, what’s the plan?”

~~~~~

Cora looked up from her computer when one of the nurses at her office rushed into the room that she was charting in. Immediately assuming that something was wrong with one of the patients, Cora leapt to her feet, ready for action.

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

“You have to come see. Room 22.”

Cora quickly rushed down the hall, overtaking the junior nurse. Opening the door to the patient room, Cora stepped inside, expecting to see a swarm of doctors and nurses, but all she saw was her dad, dressed in his flight suit, waiting for her on the patient bed.

And in that moment, Cora wasn’t thirty-four. She was a little kid all over again.

Letting out a choked sob, Cora raced across the room and threw herself into her dad’s waiting arms, completely unaware that her coworkers were filming the whole thing. And she was even less aware that there was another surprise guest waiting for her in the corner. Unable to help the tears of relief, Cora let her dad rock her back and forth.

“I’m alright,” Maverick chuckled, hugging his daughter to his chest. “Just a few bumps and bruises.”

“I know that you’re hiding injuries from me, but I don’t even care right now,” Cora sobbed, unwilling to let go of her dad. “You’re home. You’re home.”

“We’re home.”

Releasing her dad, Cora wiped some of her tears away and turned to see Rooster standing in the corner, also dressed in his flight suit. It took her a second, a painful second where Rooster wondered if she was even happy to see him, before Cora took off again. Running into his arms, Cora buried her face into Rooster’s shoulder, and Rooster quickly returned the hug.

Wrapping her arms around him tightly, Cora breathed in Rooster’s cologne, soothing herself just a bit more. They were home. They were safe. They were alive. There wouldn’t be a funeral. There wouldn’t be a burial. They were here.

“You came back,” Cora whispered shakily, causing Rooster to hug her tighter.

“I wasn’t going to leave you guys. Not again.”

Cora nodded against him, letting out a shaky breath. Maverick smiled at Cora and Rooster’s embrace as he stood up. Cora and Rooster broke away, both turning to Maverick.

“So, how’re we going to surprise Nickie?” Maverick asked, wearing that iconic mischievous smirk.

~~~~~

Nickie walked up to the side door and unlocked it, heading inside after taking the bus home from school. He locked the door behind him and went about his usual after-school routine as if it was a normal day. Dropping his backpack onto one of the chairs, Nickie turned for the fridge to grab a snack. He opened the fridge door and frowned when he found a note waiting for him with his mom’s handwriting.

“Turn around?” he read aloud, confused, before doing as the note said.

Nickie had a split second to register who was standing behind him before sprinting the last few steps over to his grandfather. Maverick laughed as Nickie had to bend a little to give him a hug and rubbed his back as Nickie quickly sobbed into his shoulder. Cora held a hand to her mouth, happy tears coming to her eyes as Nickie reunited with his grandfather.  

“You’re alive,” Nickie croaked out, hugging his grandfather just a little tighter.

“Well, apparently, I refuse to die,” Maverick returned, causing Nickie to laugh a bit shakily.

“Does Mom know that you’re here?”

“Yeah, she’s right there.”

Nickie looked up from his grandfather’s shoulder to see his mom standing there with tears in her eyes. Cora waved to Nickie before he looked beyond her and spotted another figure standing there. Rooster stayed back, knowing that Nickie didn’t exactly view him as a dad but more of some kind of random stranger that bumped into his life unexpectedly.

But after Nickie gave his mom a quick hug in greeting, Nickie turned to face Rooster on his own. Rooster stood a bit nervously as Nickie stopped a few paces away from him. He wasn’t sure what Nickie’s reaction was going to be to his presence. But after what seemed like a century passed, Nickie reached forward and gave Rooster a hug.

Rooster froze for a moment before hugging Nickie back even stronger, far too emotional to do anything else. It was the first time that he held his son. His kid. And his son willingly hugged him. Rooster couldn’t help but let a few tears out during the moment. And Nickie, for his part, didn’t seem to want to let Rooster go either.

Amelia was right, Nickie realized with some apprehension. He really would have beat himself up for the rest of his life if he didn’t talk to Rooster before he left on the mission. Not that it mattered now, because Rooster was here. And based on the way that Rooster was hugging him back, Nickie had a feeling that Rooster was around to stay.

Cora shared a smile with Maverick as they watched Nickie and Rooster embrace for the first time ever. Maverick squeezed his daughter’s shoulder as she dried her eyes again.

~~~~~

There was a cook out on the beach with the whole Dagger crew in a post-mission celebration. Penny pulled out a grill from somewhere in the Hard Deck and Maverick was nominated to do the grilling for the whole team, which he didn’t seem to mind in the slightest.

The rest of the Dagger Squad and their guests were spread out over the patch of sand, talking and chatting with each other and simply enjoying the San Diego sun. Cora stood to the side of the volleyball court a short walk from the grill, smiling to herself while she watched Nickie and Rooster work together to try and beat Harvard and Yale.

“Ms. Mitchell?” a voice called from her left, causing Cora to turn.

“Admiral Simpson,” she returned, straightening up subconsciously as Cyclone stood beside her.

“It has come to my attention that your son, Nickie, wants to become an aviator,” Cyclone began, causing Cora to pause for a moment.

“Yes, I believe that he does,” she replied quietly, fiddling with her necklace.

“Well, if he’s anything like his family members before him, he will one day make it to Top Gun.”

“That is his dream,” Cora echoed softly.

“Can you do me one favor, Ms. Mitchell?” Cyclone asked her after a moment.

“Sure,” Cora responded, turning to face Cyclone fully.

“Please inform me the second that your son gets his wings. So that I can immediately put in my retirement notice,” Cyclone emphasized, causing Cora to bite her cheek to not burst out laughing. She simply nodded instead, trying to hold it in. “Thank you.”

When Cyclone walked off, Cora let out a quiet laugh to herself. Shaking her head, she turned back to watch the volleyball game. But it seemed that between being Maverick’s daughter and the mother of Rooster’s secret love child, she was a popular person around the Dagger Squad.

“You must be the lovely Cora that we’ve heard so much about,” Hangman drawled, walking over to her.

“And you must be Hangman,” she returned, gazing at him curiously.

She didn’t get much of the details about the mission—considering it was top secret and all that—but the way that Maverick talked about Hangman led her to believe that something happened on the mission that fixed Maverick’s and even Rooster’s perspective on him.

But that grin that Hangman only told her one thing—he was trouble. Luckily, Cora was a Mitchell. She was natural at being trouble. It was in her genes.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” he stated, offering her a hand to shake.

“Likewise,” she returned, shaking his hand politely.

“You know, I have to say that you are far more beautiful than anyone described you as,” Hangman flirted, causing Cora to cock an eyebrow.

“How badly do you want Rooster to lose this game?” she asked, tilting her chin up a bit.

“About twenty bucks worth. Forty, actually,” Hangman replied, waving over to Coyote and Phoenix.

Phoenix shook her head in disbelief, probably waiting for Cora to knee Hangman in the balls, while Coyote seemed to be struggling to contain his laughter. Remaining poised, Cora turned back to Hangman as he continued with his explanation.

“That is, if Rooster comes and tries to rip my head off,” Hangman replied with a wink, causing Cora to smirk to herself.

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about Rooster.”

“Your dad’s all the way—ow!”

The volleyball smacked right into the back of Hangman’s head, causing him to whirl around, rubbing his head. Nickie, who was originally wearing a look of death, immediately put on an innocent smile when Cora and Hangman turned to him and waved sarcastically.

Nickie, after all, was a mama’s boy. A mama’s boy who knew that men liked to lurk around his mom.

“Sorry!” Nickie called over.

“It slipped because of the sunscreen!” Rooster covered for Nickie, holding a thumbs up.

“Sure, it did,” Cora replied, shaking her head. Turning back to Hangman, she offered a smile. “I think that means that you only get twenty.”

“Great shot, Nickie!” Penny praised, clapping loudly for him.

“Any chance that you’d like a drink?” Hangman asked, trying to make just a little more money.

Up until Rooster hit the volleyball, which had rolled back to him after hitting Hangman in the head, into Hangman’s back, causing Hangman to roll his eyes. Rooster waved innocently, not unlike his son did moments before, as Cora shot him a look.

“Sunscreen again!”

~~~~~

Eventually, the teams broke for food. Cora sat on the beach chair that she brought along, chatting with Bob and Phoenix, when Rooster slowly approached her. Phoenix nudged Bob in the side and they both made lame excuses before heading off, leaving Cora and Rooster alone.

“Is this seat taken?” Rooster asked, gesturing to the seat next to her.

“It looks like it’s about to be,” Cora replied, nodding towards it.

Rooster sat down and the two of them shared a small smile for a moment. It was still a little awkward between them, and there was no way really around that, but it was getting better. It was getting more and more like old times. Bradley was reminding Cora more of the Bradley she knew before Carole died, and that in of itself made her so happy.

“They asked us if we had a preference for where we wanted to be stationed,” Rooster began, causing Cora to sober up a bit.

“And?”

“I talked to Cyclone about it. He couldn’t guarantee North Island, but he said that he would make sure that I was in California,” Rooster explained, causing Cora to smile and nod. “And I know that you have work and Nickie has school, but we could drive out to where we grew up and show Nickie all of that and . . . my parents and that sort of stuff.”

“I think that Nickie would really like that,” Cora agreed, smiling softly.

“And you? Would you like that?” Rooster asked quietly.

“I’d love that,” Cora stated, causing Rooster to grin.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I would,” Cora repeated, smiling over at Rooster, who beamed right back at her.

Maverick watched Rooster and Cora chat over by themselves, relived that the two of them were talking and seemed to be getting along again. Penny nudged him with her arm, causing Maverick to turn to her. She pointed over at the volleyball court, where Nickie was holding up the ball.

“Hey, Gramps! One more game?” Nickie asked, grinning mischievously.

“Easy game!” Fanboy heckled, causing Maverick to laugh and slowly get to his feet.

“Alright, one more game, Nickie,” Maverick replied, jogging over to his grandson. “But we can’t go easy on them, okay?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Nickie agreed, smirking that iconic Mitchell smirk.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Epilogue

A.N. So, that's it! The main part anyways! Epilogue is inbound, and should be posted soon! Thank you to everyone who read this series and especially those who reblogged and commented on all of the different chapters! I hope that you enjoyed it!

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[flying-fangirls]

ahaha. haHA. HA. .

anyways Part 52 listening thoughts

there is no way that's Antoine right?

yeah no. Heyyy Lillith <3

girl the table? The maggot rerun?? Poor John...

woah Osc-

NOEL. NOEL NOEL NEOL

GUG PIT????

Antoine you dumbass boy

oh shoot wait I'm sorry for disrespecting you buddy. I meant: Jarthur you dumbass boys

Lillith honey please be okay please don't die :(

Ok wait but like. What the heck was that fragment that she dropped? Was it like, a Forgotten One? Is that why Arthur was able to straight up absorb it? (please I'm being delusional, this is how we get a Lillith return trust me)

"That may have been a bad idea" YA THINK??? Castle Kerringford Crew y'all need a hug STAT-

ANTOINE OUGH. That whole speech as he was dying, saying that cult Antoine was good and the happy version of our Antoine-- that was fucked up /pos

Oh John no that's not... I fear the baby's sense of mortality might've gotten a little fucked up somewhere along the way

DON'T SAY IT OH MY GOD BOYS-

it's a daddy-daughter showdown! :D

mmmyeah that makes sense for Yorick

*gasp* Kayne misogynist real??

Local fanfic writer who's been calling John "sunshine" for months gets to hear him canonically called "sunshine," but at what cost...

ANTOINEEEEEEEE

oh the Faroe card is CHEAP (but also very effective)

is John about to get Faust flashbacks....

Actually on that, I need someone to write a fic that's this entire episode but from John's perspective because my boy was going THROUGH it this entire time

"I never should've opened that book." ARTHUR.

NOEL

"Threshold"? What?? What???

alright actually on this: Kayne said Noel was "close to home", which could mean Arkham, Arthur's previous home. OR, it could mean the Dark World and John's "home" of his kingdom (not that I want our poor boy to have been running through the Dark World this whole time, buuuut at the same time that would theoretically let us see him sooner...)

whoagh wait Lester parents as cultists is canon, oh I love that tehe :)

"How many sad poems did you have to write to know why they did it?" UNCALLED FOR

"I'm going to kill him" HUH.

"That's the wager." HUH.

LILLITH NOOOOOOO

OHH KAYNE WHEN I GET YOU-

"Your Day of Wrath" oh.

so like. That was said at John. Yes sure kinda also at Arthur, but mostly at John. Like this implication that John brought about the inevitable reckoning of Arthur's death. Like this implication that John is in fact the horseman and herald of Death. And like the implication that he's simultaneously the all-powerful God himself during the Day of Wrath, the powerful being incapable of stopping himself from reigning destruction upon "evil".

Oh hey and also, while we're unpacking terminology: Da Capo. The fact that Da Capo means the return to the Dark World, the very beginning of John's story. The fact that Da Capo also means Kayne's plan to restart the world, to "take it from the top" so to speak. Yeah...

Ok maybe I'll get some more coherent thoughts or analysis up soon, but for tonight all I've got is rambling screams inside my head. This was... GOSH, it was a good episode. This is not only my favorite episode of this season, but easily about to shoot up into my top 5 episodes of the entire show so far. Not a second went by that didn't drive forward the emotion, plot, or momentum in a compelling way. The music, voiceacting, sound design, horror, ALL of it was phenomenal. This episode is such a perfect example of how amazing this show can truly be <3

[fishys-still-writing-smut]

Makoto is waking up to start his Pokehuman journey~ Of course, he needs to choose which girl he wants to get to start out. Will he choose: Kyoko, the Fat Ass Type? Hina?, the Milk Tits Type? Or Will He Choose Sayaka, The Deep Suck Type? Better be quick, because Byakuya wants to choose next~

Warning: Lewd Content Below

(hope my bias for slave girls isn't showing with these asks XD)

“Makoto, please pick someone already.”

“I called the first pick in the car!”

“That was an hour ago!”

Makoto pouted as Byakuya glared at him. Originally the plan was for the pair to begin their adventure together as owners traveling together. This way they could help each other train with battles, strategize before gym battles, and access trade evolutions. However, due to Makoto’s indecisiveness, they were still stuck in the laboratory as Makoto struggled over his pick.

“It's hard Byakuya! All the options are so good. How can you possibly expect me to pick between one?”

“Very easily. Just pick the one that you find the most fuckable. I already know your preferences by now, so naturally I've already picked out like as well.” Makoto gulped at Byakuya’s coldness. His eyes surveyed his three options before settling on one.

Kyoko Kirigiri: The Fat Ass Type.

Despite all three girls looking dangerously beautiful, Makoto couldn't deny his overwhelming attraction to the lilac haired girl. Her booty was the biggest out of all the sluts in the room. She bent over in front of him, as if inviting him into her clearly wet pussy. The fact that she was the most clothed girl he'd ever seen, sporting a pair of purple leather gloves, turned him on even more. And don't even get him started on the most attractive feature of all: her adorable face.

…huh?

Makoto shook his head quickly to empty his thoughts. “No good. They're all equally fuckable. Trying to point to specifics just gets…weird.”

Byakugan rolled his eyes. “Then pick the bitch that's easiest to train. I don't mind taking the most stubborn woman here. In fact, she was my first choice.”

Makoto once again studied the women in front of him. Each showing a different level of submission. However he already knew who was the easiest one to tame out of the group.

Aoi Asahina: The Milk Tits Type.

Big boobed women are typically the easiest. And this one seemed extra bimbofied, with her stats pointing more towards her toned athletic body, rather than Kyoko's quick wit or Sayaka’s clever ruses. By default, Aoi was the most obedient based solely on the fact that she was the most trusting and simple out of the group, essentially ensuring her to be a loyal pet straight out of the box. Not that her body was anything to scoff at either. Makoto would die happy if it meant being able to have his face sandwiches between her milky big tits. Absolutely perfect for cuddling.

…what?

Makoto slapped himself in the face. He's been thinking crazy ever since he saw the girls. Cute faces? Hugs? Was he a child? That's not the attitude a trainer should have at all? Byakuya has lectured him time and time again about his naivety. And yet…

“...G-give me another topic.” Byakuya raised an eyeball at Makoto's strange request, causing the shorter boy to sweat. “I-it's just my heads been aching since morning, y'know?”

“...alright then. It's clear to me that you're someone who thinks more with his heart than his brain. But I expected this. So Makoto, simply pick the girl you think will make you the happiest trainer. And after you pick her, I'll get my real chosen starter, and we can begin our adventure.”

Makoto pondered Byakuya’s suggestion. Makoto always knew he wanted to become a trainer. He's been planning out his team extensively, losing countless hours of sleep staring at type match ups and spreadsheets. His inspiration was his strength, and he got his biggest source of inspiration from…

Sayaka Maizono: The Deep Suck Type.

To say that Makoto was biased towards this type would be an understatement. His first ever crush was on a trainer's PokeHuman who was a blowjob master. He'd watch her battle over and over again, love for women increasing with every fight. The fact that Sayaka had her same blue hair definitely was a plus. However the way she shook her ass was entirely new to Makoto, which made her much more exciting. She could shake her plump round butt as she used her sweet lips to kiss him softly, holding each other close as-

Stop!

“I can't do it!” Makoto yelled, clutching his head and catching everyone off guard. “Every time I try to make a choice my mind feels all fuzzy and my stomach feels lighter than air. I don't know what's wrong with me but I don't think I'm cut out to be a trainer. Not with these complex feelings.”

A beat of silence passed over the room as Makoto held his knees close to his chest. His life crumpled before him. Despite his best efforts, he knew he could never become a real trainer, let alone the very best like no one ever was.

*Smooch*

*Smooch!*

*Smoooooooch!*

“H-huh?” Makoto stumbled back as he looked up. All three pokesluts were staring at him, warm smiles on their faces. Makoto touched his cheek to make sure he wasn't dreaming. “You…you guys all kissed me? B-but why? I…I can't be your trainer.”

“Silly boy. You'll need to become much more resilient once you become our new owner.”

“We don't care if you're different from the rest of the trainers Makoto! We'll still do our best to support you.”

“Besides, getting a normal trainer wouldn't be nearly as fun as traveling with someone as romantic as you.”

Makoto wiped the tears from his eyes. “Y-you guys mean it?” The three girls nodded as Makoto pulled them into a group hug. Smiling ear to ear, Makoto left the room with three new bitches in tow. His journey was just beginning, and while it isn't exactly the origin story of your average owner, it might've even been something better. I mean, who do you know that can pull all three slave girl starters?

“Excuse me! While this is all campy and wholesome, who exactly am I going to receive? All three main starters were taken!” As Byakuya complained to the empty room, he suddenly heard a loud thud on the glass window. He turned sharply, to see a wild girl slave licking the glass while drooling.

Toko Fukawa: The Crazy Bitch Ty-

“Oh hell no!”

[gx-gameon]

Yugi adopting Jaden part three

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Yugi takes Joey inside. The two head upstairs where Yugi finds Jaden working in his deck. “Jaden can you come here. There’s someone I want you to meet.” Jaden looks up and his whole face lights up.

“You’re Joey Wheeler! You were runner up in Duelist Kingdom and fourth in battle city.” The little boy is so excited as he runs up to Joey.

Joey is thrilled as the little boy inflates his ego. “That’s right but you can call me Uncle Joey! Seeing as your my best friend’s kid.”

Jaden is bouncing with excitement at this point. Talking Joey’s ear off about how cool he is and Joey’s priming like a peacock from all the attention. He looks over Jaden to see the boy’s deck spread out on the ground. “Hey kiddo you want to show me your deck?” Jaden gasps and grabs his hand and drags him over to his deck. Yugi following behind with a soft smile on his face. It’s wonderful to see his best friend and his son getting along so well.

They sit down and Jaden starts telling Joey all about his cards. He talks extensively about his favorite cards the Elemental Heros. They are a new archetype. Currently only five different types of monster cards exist. Jaden had three when Yugi adopted him: Burstinatrix, Avian, and Clayman. Upon arriving at Kame Game shop Grandpa had given Jaden Bubbleman and Sparkman as a welcome home present, instantly endearing himself to the boy. The monsters were low level and besides Sparkman’s 1600 attack and Clayman’s 2000 defense all their stats were pretty low. Yugi had a feeling that Pegasus was testing them out to see if they were popular before adding more support and higher level monsters to the archetype.

But if anyone could understand using low level monsters to support one another, it was Joey. He was ooooing and aaaaing at all the right times and nodding his head along, following Jaden’s excited rambling. He asked questions about strategies and started giving Jaden tips about how to power up and defend his lower level hero’s.

Yugi wished he could let them go for hours but he can’t. He needs to go. “Joey I need to ask you a favor.” Yugi catches both of their attentions easily.

“Sure what is it Yug?” Joey remembered what Yugi had said in their phone call, ‘I need you.’ That’s not the thing you say when you just want to introduce someone to your son.

“I went to see Kaiba today.” Yugi started only to get interrupted by and over excited Jaden.

“Thee Seto Kaiba!” Jaden was so excited. All of Yugi’s friends were so cool.

Yugi smiled warmly at his son’s enthusiasm. “Yes that Kaiba, but he wasn’t there.” Yugi said directing his attention back to Joey.

“So, what did you need him for?” Joey is trying not to feel hurt that Yugi went to Kaiba with a problem before coming to him.

“I-” Yugi paused letting out a big sigh. “Jaden come here, please.” Yugi opened his arms and Jaden quickly moved to hug him and sit in his lap. It was a comfortable position, one they normally sat in after one of Jaden’s nightmares. It made Jaden feel safe, and Yugi knew that. He also just wanted his kid close, considering what he was about to do, it might be a while before he could hold him again.

“I told you about Jaden’s adoption.” Yugi said making eye contact with Joey.

“Yah, ya told me.” Joey nodded his head.

“Well that’s where things start to get weird. I tried to get access to Jaden’s medical file, to see if he was allergic to anything or needed any special care but the file was empty.” Yugi held Jaden close as he felt the little one look up at him. He directed his attention down and smiled reassuringly at the boy.

Joey however had alarm bells going off in his head. This was not right. Something was wrong here, and Yugi knew it. He wasn’t going to say it with Jaden around but both teens knew something had happened. You don’t have an empty medical record for no reason.

“So you went to Kaiba..” Joey prompted Yugi to get them to continue with the conversation. He had a lot of questions he wanted to ask but could see Jaden starting to look uncomfortable and knew now was not the time to ask questions like ‘what do you mean the records were blank?’ Or ‘what other documents were missing?’ Those were questions to ask when little ears weren’t around to hear them.

“To see if he could find the original records.” Yugi drew his attention back to Joey. His hand started to rub circles on Jaden’s back. “But he wasn’t there. Mokuba told me he’s been missing for a month.”

“A month?!” Joey exploded. “Where the f-” Yugi sent Joey a sharp glare, “heck did he go?” Joey asked.

Yugi let out a sigh. Here comes the hard part. “He… he went to duel Atem.” Yugi said closing his eyes and taking a big breath.

“But that’s… that’s crazy!” Joey couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Atem’s” he paused as he knew this was a hard spot for Yugi, “Atem’s gone. He can’t duel him anymore.”

Yugi let out a low chuckle. “Apparently he can. He built a devise that allows him to travel between dimensions just so he can go duel him.”

“But that’s not a different dimension that’s the-” Joey started to rage when he got cut off by a little voice.

“Who’s Atem?” Jaden asked looking up at Yugi with curious eyes. He could tell the name made Yugi sad, and they said he was gone, but he had to be someone special if Seto Kaiba wanted to duel him and he made Yugi this sad.

Yugi and Joey both looked at Jaden. Yugi expression was both mournful but also so full of love. “Atem was someone very dear to me. We went on many adventures together along with Joey and our other friends, but he...” Yugi pause looking up and blinking away the tears that had formed in his eyes before looking back down at the wide eyed boy in his lap. “He passed away.” How do you explain to someone that Atem was a long dead pharaoh whose spirit shared your body?

“Oh.” Jaden said looking down. “I’m sorry you lost your friend.” He tightened his arms around Yugi giving him a big hug, as Jaden wasn’t sure how else to comfort someone.

Yugi was surprised before his face softened and he returned the tight embrace. What had he done to get such a sweet kid.

“But wait!” Jaden cried pulling back startling both adults. “If he’s dead how is Mr. Kaiba going to duel him?”

Yugi winced at the phrasing but Joey was right there with Jaden. “That’s what I’m asking.”

Yugi let out a huff of breath because he was just as exasperated with Kaiba at this moment. “It’s Kaiba. He built a machine that let him travel to the afterlife to challenge Atem.”

“And he’s not dead?” Joey asked. It was a genuine question.

“No. Mokuba has been monitoring his vitals and he’s still alive. He’s just not coming back. Mokuba’s worried that something’s wrong with the return process.” Yugi explained.

“Or he just hasn’t beat Atem yet and is refusing to leave.” Joey stated. Yugi made eye contact with him as the two nodded. Yep that’s the most likely senario.

“Is.. is this normal for you? Going to different dimensions?” Jaden asked with wide eyes as he looked between the two adults.

Yugi and Joey paused passing a look and a thousand words between each other before Joey shrugged “it’s par for the course when your a world class duelist.” Yugi was about to strangle him.

“Awesome!” Jaden was so excited. Yugi and his friends were like real world super heroes!

Yugi dropped his head to rest his forehead against Jaden’s hair. Offering a silent prayer that his son didn’t get into the same amount of trouble he and his friends got into.

“Anyways. Mokuba asked me to go after him. He has a new way to bring us home, but needs someone to go get Kaiba.” Yugi explained Mokuba’s plan.

“Yug that’s insane.” Joey started to argue. This was a bad idea on so many levels. One what if Mokuba was wrong and Kaiba was dead? What if this killed Yugi? What if it didn’t? Would he see Atem again? Could Yugi handle saying goodbye to Atem again? This was so unfair! How dare Kaiba put his best friend in this position.

“You’re going to the afterlife.” Jaden asked, and they could both hear the slight wobble in his voice. “You’re going to die?”

“No, no, no” Yugi quickly reassured him. Holding his boy close again. “I’m not dying. It’s safe. I wouldn’t go if it wasn’t, I’m not going to leave you. I just need to go help a friend.”

“How do you know it’s safe?” Joey asked watching his best friend comfort his son.

“Joey” Yugi shot him a sharp look as Jaden started to get upset again. But Joey didn’t care.

“No Yug, how do you know it’s safe?” Joey pushed. He wasn’t about to lose his best friend to Kaiba’s arrogance in thinking that he could defy death to get his way. He wasn’t going to let Jaden lose his parent a second time.

“Mokuba has assured me it’s safe.” Yugi reassures both Joey and Jaden, keeping his voice even for Jaden’s sake. “I’ll come back.”

“Well if it’s so safe why don’t I go?” Joey offered. There was no way Yugi was going. Not now. Not when he had Jaden to take care of. Stupid Kaiba, getting himself into impossible scenarios and needing Yugi to bail him out. He probably won’t even say thank you! No, not this time. This time rich boy’s going to have to deal with Joey Wheeler coming to the rescue.

“You can’t.” Yugi stated, calmly taking all the wind out of Joey’s sails. “Mokuba already tried. Only someone with a connection to ancient Egypt can go. Meaning only myself or Kaiba could make the trip and Kaiba’s already there.”

Joey deflates at the news. “That’s just not fair.” He looks up at Yugi, who’s still holding Jaden close, reassuring the little boy. He can see the fear in the four year old’s eyes and he knows there has to be something he can do, or else Yugi won’t have called. He blew out a breath before straightening up and meeting Yugi’s gaze. “Alright, how can I help?” Just because he can’t go with Yugi doesn’t mean he can’t help him.

Yugi seems to relax as soon as Joey asks. “I need you to stay with Jaden. He’s been having awful nightmares and I know they’re tied to the spirit world. I just don’t know why. Jaden doesn’t remember them when he wakes up. It’s one of the many reasons I need to get a hold of his records. But if something is reaching out to him I don’t want to leave him without someone who can protect him. Can you stay with him. I know it’s short notice and I don’t know how long I’ll be gone but-”

“Yug.” Joey cut off his friend’s rambling. “I’ve got him. You don’t have to worry about a thing. There isn’t a spirit in existence that can take down Joey Wheeler! Remember I took on an Egyptian god card.” Yugi remembered, remembered watching Joey get fried by Ra’s power. “I mean it Yug. I’ve got this. I’ll keep Jaden safe while you rescue Kaiba.”

“Are you sure?” It was a big ask after all. Joey had just met Jaden and now he’s being asked to watch the kid for who knows how long. Yugi hated asking this of his friend, but there was no one he trusted more in the world with keeping his son safe than Joey.

“Are you kidding? I get to spend time with my new littlest buddy! We’re going to have a blast. You go be a hero and we’ll be here waiting for you. After all, I got to teach my littlest buddy all my dueling tricks.” Joey was all smiles. He was terrified for his best friend but he also trusted Yugi to know what he was doing. Plus there was no way he was going to put any more doubts in Jaden’s head. His dad was coming home. There were no other options. Besides, he was genuinely excited to hang out with the kid.

“Thank you Joey.” Yugi softened. Joey really was the greatest friend he could ever have.

“No sweat. Now let’s get your deck ready to go, I’ve got a feeling you’ll need it.” Joey stood up. He reach out a hand to help Yugi up. To his surprised Jaden wrapped his arms tight around Yugi forcing Yugi to pick the boy up with him as he stood, holding the boy comfortably on his hip.

Oh wow! His friend really was a dad now!