#and every corner of that place witnessed laughers

[aboutnavi]

...yes.

devastating that you can live somewhere and then move away and someone else moves in and they live there and you don’t live there anymore but you lived there once

[heeberry]

She’s Not With You

(Loona) Ha Sooyoung x Gender Neutral!Reader

Requested: yes!

Berry: hey! i luv ur blog<3 could you please do yves x reader where she gets super jealous/possessive bc reader has been spending more time w lip?

A laugh suddenly escaped your lips, your eyes closed as you couldn’t control yourself at the very moment. Jungeun soon cracked a laugh with you, clapping her hands when the video the two of you watched together had ended.

You leaned onto her, wiping the tears from your eyes when you calmed down and spoke, “we should watch another one” making Jungeun quickly nod, jumping to the next video.

It was currently Saturday in the afternoon, you had visited Loona’s dorm like you always did since you were a well known visitor. As soon as Jungeun opened the door for you, you couldn’t help but to jump into her arms, engulfing her into a big hug after not seeing her for days. She had been busy with a packed schedule, so when today was her day off you were quick to see her.

Of course you were there for your girlfriend, Sooyoung. But you couldn’t find said girl anywhere. Before sitting with Jungeun you greeted everyone as you looked corner after corner and seeing no sign of your girlfriend, you took this as a assumption that she probably had to be called in for schedule, forgetting to text you about it.

Sending her a quick message, you jumped onto the couch with Jungeun, which led you to this very moment.

Jungeun suddenly laughed out loud, making you look at her with a smile that was about to burst into pure laughter with her. You didn’t how you ended up here, going into a deep hole of videos that were reccomanded for you on youtube. Being too engrossed with what you were watching, you hadn’t noticed someone step into the dorm with a frown.

It was none other than Ha Sooyoung. Coming back from a hectic schedule all she wanted was to rest with you, leaning by your side and falling asleep. Though, when she opened the door with the spare keys she had she frowned at the first thing she saw.

You leaned onto Jungeun, the two of you breaking into laugher every second like you’ve inhaled some laughing gas. Sooyoung couldn’t help but to feel her heart drop, her body filled with different emotions that she couldn’t describe. She knew that the two of you had a close bond, never bothered whenever you spent time with her. You are your own person, so why would she stop you from being with your friends?

It got to a point where Sooyoung felt a burn in her heart. Everytime you came over you immediately went to Jungeuns side, making her slowly turn jealous. The way you hung out with her made Sooyoung think that you’ve developed some sort of a crush on your best friend. Thoughts soon spinned in her head, making a frustrated sigh leave her lips before walking toward the two of you.

Sensing a presence next to you, you smiled “Sooyoung!” You happily cheered, engulfing her into a hug. Jungeun greeted the girl causally but her eyes were glued to the screen.

You pulled away after not feeling her arms wrap around you. “Are you okay?” You whispered, making Sooyoung only scoff in response. Raising an eyebrow at her actions you turned back to the screen, thinking about what had happened to your girlfriend. Maybe she had a hard day? You thought.

Jungeun soon wrapped her arm around you, trying to maintain her laughes as she squeezed you everytime she was about to. You didn’t mind, knowing how much the two of you had your stomach twist whenever you chuckled too much for your own liking.

As much as you didn’t mind there was someone who definitely did. Sooyoung was surprised, she was only right next to you how come you acted like she wasn’t? And the fact that you accepted Jungeun’s affection, leaning onto her slowly made her frustrated once again.

It hurt her more than it frustrated her. That’s why she didn’t talk as her body already seemed to do it for her. Sooyoung unwrapped Jungeun’s arm around you with force, making her turn with confusion. You slowly got off of her, concern written on your face. Sooyoung looked at you while also giving Jungeun the side eye.

Jungeun soon sighed at the older, knowing what was coming next, she quickly got up and left. Plus she didn’t wanna get involved with whatever argument that’s about surface but she knew her name was gonna get thrown in there anyway. Mind as well not witness the moment, she thought.

“Do you like her or something?” Sooyoung asked with a harsh tone, making you widen your eyes.

Never have you seen your girlfriend this mad over something, it almost looked like smoke was coming out of her ears. Surely it made you scared, freezing up at her question because of the harsh tone she said it by.

Instead of talking you shook your head in response, of course in denial. “Then how come you never hang out with me anymore y/n?” Sooyoung frowned, “I don’t mind that you spend time with lip but you’ve been doing it too much that you barely noticed your own girlfriend, who may I add, LIVES in this dorm too”

“You aren’t with her, your with me. But it doesn’t seem like it when the two of you cling onto each other like a newly married couple!”

Speechless, oh how your lips were sealed like glue. She was right and you didn’t notice until now. How oblivious could I be? You thought, now realizing how much time you’ve spent with Jungeun.

You spent so much time with your best friend that you felt like you neglected your girlfriend for the past few days.

You watched as Sooyoung rambled on and on, fustrated but you heard the sense of hurt in her voice. It made you frown, stopping her rambling by giving her nothing but a hug.

It wasn’t the best thing to do, since she was angry with you. But it sure did do something.

Inhaling her scent made you feel less overwhelmed by the words she kept hitting you with. Sooyoung shut her mouth when she suddenly felt warmth engulf her, immediately wrapped her arms around you.

It was silent, the sound of the two of you breathing was the only thing you heard. You saw her members peak their head out the door, hearing the commotion go as quiet as a library.

Jungeun mouthed if the two of you made up, making you slightly shake your head, you had to make it up to her.

You felt hot tears stain your sweater, making you let go of her in a instant. “Sooyoung” you whispered, “Listen I’m sorry”

Wiping the tears away from her cheek with your hands you gave her a warm smile. “I didn’t mean to hang out with lippie more, I thought you were always busy whenever I came over. Seeing how focused you were whenever you were using your phone and such, I thought you’d want some space since you had lots of schedules”

“I hadn’t realized you felt this way, and I’m sorry. I don’t like Jungeun at all by the way, I’m sorry it came out that way” you lowly mumbled, but it was audible for the girl to hear.

You grabbed her hand and led her to her room, where the two of you easily fell on the bed. Her arms wrapped around you, stained tears on her cheek and the imaginary smoke that came out her ears disappearing into thin air.

“It’s okay, I didn’t mean to snap at you earlier either.” She deeply sighed, “it’s just, I miss being able to hang with you and seeing you and Jungeun-”

You shushed her by placing a finger on her lips, shaking your head. “It’s all in the past, I’m with you now and always will be”

Sooyoung smiled at you, your heart just about to jump out your chest. She giggled at the light tint of blush that covered your cheeks, pulling you closer to kiss you.

You were glad, resolving the problem quickly and being able to calm her down. You didn’t blame her, realizing your actions and putting yourself into her shoes. Of course you’d feel neglected if Sooyoung hung out with her best friend more than you.

The two of you pulled away moments later, you rested your head on her chest. “I love you” you suddenly said, “I love you so much.”

“And I’ll never make you feel like your being neglected again, never ever again”

[binniesthighs]

hi hi cuties and thigh enthusiasts!! just about a day ago my lil blog full of hornies and changbin thirst reached 1,500 and i am just jaflkjasd :’) since then haha 

ah ah this post is already so cheesy hehe but i wanted to say thank you so very much from the bottom of my heart for following me along with my journey with this blog! after having the hobby of writing for the greater part of my life, i’m so immensely thankful that i started this blog and hopefully took ya all on some of the crazy adventures i keep locked up in my head hehe 

having this blog has been such a wonderful experience, from learning about myself as a writer, exploring the many, many hornies that i’ve got, and most of all, meeting all of the freakin’ fantastic individuals in this community! ~thank you to each and every one of you for being the sweetest, loveliest, most hilarious and welcoming people i could ever wish to meet and have the honor of getting to know and write for!~ 

to celebrate, i wanted to make a lil list n’ love letter to my lovely pals for ya to check out! there is fkn CRAZY talent on this list and i highly recommend that ya check out everyone and their masterlists! 

to my moots~ GAH I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH my whole experience here on smutblr has been made absolutely amazing by you all! GOSH hehe i am full of so much love for you all your brains are seggsy as hell and i’m always rooting for you!! thank you so much for being my friends <3 

to my readers~ my loves, thank you, as a writer, to bee seen and heard fulfills every word i write and every lil idea i scribble down. wherever ya are in the world, thank you for taking the time to read my pieces and for sending me love. you are my reason!! 

to my anons~ thank you my darlings for all of your kindness, screams in my inbox, every song rec, hard thought and word of encouragement. my lil anon family i love you and appreciate you all so much! thank you for reaching out to me and makin’ a lil home on my account! it means the world to me! <3 

to my bunch of (ro)ses~ thank you so much for hyping me with each of my updates, for showing up in my notifs and being overall frickin’ angels! thank you so much for reading as always and i hope that ya like what’s to come! 

~hehe i wanted to write ya all lil messages too! while they just scratch the surface, please know that i love ya all to the moon and back!! 🥰~ 

🌹Writers🌹

@aliceu ~ alice, hehe here’s to all the times that we would ramble about fantasy aus and bounce ideas off eachother, thank you so much for being my go-to and my muse at times! your works are literally magical my love! 

@bearseungmin ~ hehe dawn i think that you might be one of my oldest moots on this list! ever since i started out here in this lil corner on the internet, you have been the most supportive, sweet individual there is to me and I can’t say thank you enough! i’m also like, highkey obsessed with everything you write hehehe 

@binniesbrat ~ oh my gosh té , hehe lol i will bring this up over and over again bc i’m just so ah ah it makes me melt but fun fact hehe back when i was babybinniesthighs, té reached out to me, and made me felt like i belonged--i literally lysm! your hornies are fantastic my dear, we are so lucky to have you here! 

@bruh-changbin ~ dear sky, while we’ve only talked a little in asks, i wanted to express how very dear you are to me! hehe when i update and you hype me up it literally makes my whole frickin’ day! you keep me going! not to mention that your writing is *chef’s kiss* teehee 

@bubblelixie ~ ah! kc! we’ve also been moots for a good while, i think back when i was babybinniesthighs too! hehe your overwhelming love and support of me makes my heart frickin’ swell and seeing you in my notifs and my asks with hornies makes me feel so dang fuzzy! you are quite literally one of the most adorable cuties on here! your writing also just *knocks me out* OOF 

@chaangbin ~ ours is quite the story dear hazel bean...meaning....i was like, the biggest, nerdiest fangirl of your work for quite some time and very very shy to tell you that it was me ahhhhh haha well here i am ooP your writing is so beautiful and human and immersive in so many ways! i’m crazy lucky to be moots and friends with ya! omg if i say more i will literally embarrass the heck out of myself hahahhaha

@decembermoonskz ~ beautiful izzy, you are such, and i mean such an inspiration to me. the way that you write is so gorgeous and i feel as if i’m in every scene. the way that you create worlds and place your readers in them is frickin’ insane! hehe i love obsessing with ya over chan any day and night! keep goin’! 

@dom--minnie ~ len, when i think of comfort, i really think of you. the way that i feel so safe with ya is like, insane. even when we first started chattin’ i just knew that we had an amazin’ thing coming hehe. from horny rambles to literally just talkin’ bout life, i am absurdly lucky to have met you here! you literally deserve everything wonderful in life and i love ya so much! 

@etherealeeknow ~ gah gen, my dear, the way that you checked up with me over my lil break just huhuhu thank you so much for being such a lovely and caring person towards me and everyone else whom you meet! you are so precious and i hope ya never forget that! 

@fight-me-m8 ~ darling and sweet rosetta, FRICK literally when i think of you oh my gosh i get the fuzzies, i’m so happy that we met and that i was able to witness the beginnings of your account! you have so so much love to give and i will fight you and give you more love back. bb i’m so happy to have you as a moot! 

@film-in-my-soul ~ alex! hehe while our friendship is still in the bb stages, i wanted to throw some love your way too!! i’m so hyped to write with you in the future and talk even more! i love how fast we clicked when we started talking about BLs AHA darlin’ you are so sweet and i can’t wait to get to know ya more! 

@formidxble ~ kim oh my god, you are a frickin’ force. when you entered this community a lil bit ago, and then made it your own, sharing with us your beautiful brain and lovely kindness, i swear the world must’ve taken a breath or something LOL you always astonish me with your works and i’m literally so excited for what the future holds for you! 

@hanflix ~ i think that i speak for so many of us here that rue, you are truly an inspiration. back when i was starting out and even now, reading your works feels like such a treat and i try to savor them all up! as a writer, i look up to you so much and as a wonderful, humble and hardworking person i look up to you as well!! thank you so much for welcoming me when i was babybinniesthighs ilsym! 

@hongnanglen-arina ~ arina my fuckin’ love oh my god if i could fly to where you are i frickin’ would!! i really think that the universe did a lil somethin’ somethin’ allowing us to meet. i feel so comfortable with you talkin’ about anything and everything especially hornies they are fkn’ unbridled. i can’t count how many times you’ve made me topple with laugher at like 3am. i’m so happy to have you in my life! 

@hyunsluvv ~ kathy istg you are one of the sweetest people i have had the pleasure of meeting on this lil corner of the internet! the care and love that you give to each of your anons, moots and in your work is truly astounding. i remember when you were just starting out i knew that big things were in store for you, and they still are! hehe

@imagineinnie ~ el, you are literally an angel if i have ever met one. it means the whole world to me when i see your dms, and the way that you check up on me and so many others goes to show the utter kindness and selflessness that you exhibit. cutie, thank you so much for always cheering me on and being such a light in this community!!

@instachans ~  kenny, although we’ve just met, i’m already so excited for our friendship to come! you are such an angel and have so much love to give, i’m so thankful that you slide into my asks hehe the future holds such amazing things for you!  

@itsapapisongo ~ javi, my dear, there’s just somethin’ about us that flows like frickin’ water. i feel like there’s the people that you meet in life that you kind of just click with, and i’m immensely grateful that i’ve met you. your love, support, hornies and lethal timing with gifs keeps me smiling. you are an astonishing writer and i feel so lucky to be here with you! 

@jisungsplatforms ~ sweet ina hehe i’m so glad that ya slid into my asks the day that you did! your vibes are so sweet and peaceful and i feel as if you and your account are such a safe place! i love, love sharing hornies with you over our boys! there is so much ahead for you my dear and i can’t wait!!! 

@mochinnie ~ omg i’ve totally said this before so many times, but i am so, so wowed by your work isa and they stick with me for like days after i read your pieces! i am so utterly inspired by you! i love your blog’s aesthetic and how you are always truthfully yourself i admire this so much! when i was starting out your works kept me goin’! thank you so much for this hehe 

@mzmezzler ~ ryan you literally deserve the whole world! not to mention that you are doing god’s work writing sub!skz! sweets, each of your pieces are so wonderful and imaginative and your lil memes and thoughts are so cute! please always keep doing you!! 

@ohmysparkle ~ sparkle: oh my gosh where can i start??? you are one fkn’ badass sparklin’ cat and my freakin’ role model. every day i am so astonished over how well spoken, wise, and reasonable you are while also being off the walls unapologetically yourself. my dear plz always shout with me about sub!hyunjin teehee 

@seungmoomin ~ nia big sexy brain!! holy shit the fkn talent in this bus? astronomical! nia i am absoluately WEAK over your writings and highkey you as a person over all! i swear, your blog is a gold mine and your personality is so wonderful i can’t put it into words LOL there’s no one quite like you and i can’t even count how many times you’ve got me dying laughing here ily!!

@yourdaddychan ~ LUNA my queen of capitalization and screaming in dms, you add a spice to my life that i didn’t know was missing. talking to you in every  format is fkn fantastic and lights up my day no matter how gloomy its been. i really feel like this is your world and i’m just livin’ in it LOL I LOVE YEW

🌹Readers🌹

@introjoonie ~ mai, this account would literally not be in existence if not for you, and it’s provided me with such happiness over these few months! thank you so much for encouraging me to let my hornies to the wind, and for listening to all my rambles about it since. thank you so much for being a lovely best friend, cheerleader and person. i’ll be seeing you soon!

@jeonglixie, @lechanters, @inlovewithasa, @pixxie-lixxie ~ my loves there is something so, so beautiful about each and every one of you, i cannot thank you enough for reading my works and for being so overwhelmingly supportive and kind with your feedback time and again. i’m so blessed to have such wonderful readers such as you! my time here on tumblr has been made by you and so many others of my unbelievably sweet readers!

@lovesfaith ~ ahh tumblr is being rude not letting me tag ya but sweets i just wanted to thank you so much for your kindness too! i adore talking with ya about astrology n’ just life and the way that you read me like a book is CRAZY haha thank you for being you Bambi! 

@meow-minho  ~ marine, every time that i see you on tumblr i am so thankful for your grace, and just lovely welcoming vibes. i am so thankful to have such a lovely person as you in my life and i can’t express how much me (and i’m sure so many other writers on here) appreciate your feedback. thank you so much!

@synnocence ~ wonderful cee, since first meeting you i feel like i’ve had the pleasure of getting to know such a wonderful human and equally amazin’ fellow bin stan! i can’t thank you enough for how much you’ve helped me grow my bin collection! dm-ing with you is always such a joy and you deserve the frickin’ world my friend!!

once again, thank you so much for poppin by and giving me a read, an ask, a dm or simply just sending bin pics my way hehe 

i hope to write much more in the future and to lash out with all the hornies that i’ve got! i can’t wait to share more with you all! thank you so much for being my motivation, as well as seggsy ass cuties who i am so lucky to share this space with!! 

have you thought about changbin’s thighs today yet? well...now you have 😉

[bread0nhead]

Hey babeee it’s Z💕 sorry I haven’t requested in a while but I’m back loll, may I request shigaraki getting hit by a quirk that turns him into a 6 or 5 year old and the reader takes care of him ( at some point shiggy calls the reader mom) the reader is super productive to the point she doesn’t let anyone touch him, the whole LOV has vids of them cuddling and gaming when shiggy turns back he has no memory until the LOV show me and he’s just a blushing mess. Idk I thought this concept is adorable

The mom friend

Hi, Z!! Thanks for the request! Sorry this one was short- it’s a small little drabble.

Hope everything is going well and you’re happy and healthy!!

Rating: T13+

You shouldn’t be laughing at this, you should be panicking and going hysterical. But honestly, this is just hysterically funny.

Little chubby cheeks, teeny tiny little hands and feet. Adorable black shaggy hair and the familiar red eyes but much bigger and brighter. Your boss was hit with an aging quirk which turned him into a toddler and it is just too damn cute.

Not only was he physically turned into a child, but his mentality too. Well, he’s only been a man-child, but now he’s a child child!

“Can we get nuggets? I’m hungry....”

The pitch in Tomuras voice and the way he looked up at you with his beaming eyes- ugh, if cute could kill.

“We need to get you back to the hi—err— get you back home. Uncle spinner can get you some nuggets when we get back!”

Tomura smiled as he raised his little arms over his head indicating he wanted to be picked up. You darted back and forth looking at his hands to his face. The maternal instincts was dying to pick him up, but the instincts to not die was preventing you.

At the corner of his eye, Tomura saw a fluffy puppy being walked. His whole face lit up like a Christmas tree and he rushed to the dog. Watching his tiny legs run was so cute- you had to take a video of him running to the furry friend- wait. DOG! Tomura is going to touch the dog!

“Wait Tomu! Stop!”

It was too late, the dog jumped up on Tomura and he held the puppy. You screwed your eyes shut, not wanting to witness the tragedy. Then, laugher filled your ears, not screams of terror. You hear Tomuras childish laugh and the sounds of a slobbery toungue. You slowly opened one eye as the rest of you remained stiff. Tomura was holding the dog while getting licks all over. The owner tried to pull the leash back while apologizing to you.

“No, it’s okay. If you don’t mind... can he play with your dog a little longer?”

He must be so young- that his quirk hasn’t developed yet. You sighed with relief.

The owner gave a small smile and nod, loosening their grip on the leash. You pointed your camera at Tomura, recording every second. The dog made Tomura look even smaller. His face and hands were practically lost in the amount of fur.

“Mommy! Come pet the doggy!”

What

The

Fuuuuuuuuu

You looked at your phone, ensuring you captured that on video. You held onto your phone like it was the most valuable treasure. You walked up to Tomura and the dog practically in tears with the innocence of the moment. Tomuras tiny palm wrapped around two of your fingers, bringing you closer to the dog. He placed your hand on the soft fur and giggled at your reaction. You didn’t know what was softer, the dog or how soft baby Tomu has made you.

Tomura yawned and started rubbing his eyes. You could tell he was getting tired. You thanked the owner and said goodbye. Tomura lifted his arms above his head again, but this time you had no hesitation to pick him up and hold him in a hug. Tomura nuzzled into the crook of your neck as his body sluggishly held onto you. He was quick to fall asleep in your arms. Of course you took a photo of this moment too, it’s treasure after all.

When you arrived back at the hide out, Tomura was completely knocked out. He even slept though as everyone in the LOV started freaking out and gawking at how cute he looked. Everyone was taking photos and videos at this point. Whether it be to remember this forever or to eventually use as blackmail when he returns to his adult form. Either way, everyone has a collection. There was photos of him sleeping, videos of his tiny hands trying to hold a gaming controller, videos of him being absolutely terrible at said games. Toga even had a photo of Tomura in a bubble bath. You may or may not have paid her for that photo.

Tomura remained like this for three days. On the final day, You were both laying in your bed. His small frame was tucked inside your embrace as you stroked his black hair, trying to coax him into sleep. You were both getting sleepy, neither of you were able to keep your eyes open much longer.

“Goodnight, momma. I love you.”

You have no idea how you became his mom- but it melted your heart. You adored it, this side of Tomura you’ll never get to see again. You knew about his terrible childhood. Giving him just a few more good days as a child, meant the world to you. With a kiss on the crown of his head, you both fell asleep.

//

“What the HELL ARE YOU DOING!?”

The deep familiar voice brutally woke you. You cringed at the loudness. Tomura was jolting himself out of your sleeping hold and scrambling out of bed.

You sat up rubbing your eyes to adjust to the morning sun. Tomura was wide awake, his whole face was beat red as his mouth hanged open trying to form words.

“Aww, I was hoping you were going to stay as a child! You were so cute!”

“....what?”

“Hmm? Do you not remember?”

You unplugged your phone from the charger and shined the video of Tomura calling you mommy and wanting you to pet the dog.

“Look at how cute you are!! This one is my favorite! I had to pay Toga for it- greedy bitch.”

You shows Tomura the bubble bath photo and he looked as if his soul has completely left his body.

“How many people have these photos and videos?”

“Oh... we all do. It’s the new form of currency amongst us.”

Tomura rushed down stairs, he moved so fast his body ping ponged off the walls.

“Everyone needs to delete all photos and videos! That’s an order!”

Tomura stood in front of everyone trying to hide his embarrassment with commanding orders. Like he was trying to regain his manliness by bossing everyone around. Instead, everyone surrounded him making cutsie faces and baby cooing sounds, holding up photos of baby Tomu.

“I am going to KILL EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU!!”

“Aww, but don’t you love mommy?”

You teased booping the tip of his nose. His whole face was flushed, too embarrassed to even retaliate.

“Sh-shut up! I’m out of here!”

Still just as cute.

/END

[drakewalkerfantasy]

Six Sentences Sunday (It’s more, much more)

Dear Anon, it’s probably not what you asked for or kept in mind, and I know Tatum wanted back because of his mum and this being his dream, but I somehow got here and this being related to his feelings to MC:( I may rewrite it like 2000 times anyway. But at the moment I share it as part of Six Sentence Sunday together with something I may have no balls to post anyway :-D

I have 6 WIPs Under the cut:

1. Unnamed (Anon’s request Tatum’s POV for why he wanted to be reassigned back to army)

“Shit...,” cursed Tatum standing in front of Claire’s suite. The crumpled job offer in his fist, while piles and piles of rejection letters were kept in a neat stack at home on his table. 

This was only his first day at work and he already hated it. The first day and some paparazzi already tried to breach through to the campus ground in a hunt for some pictures of Claire to see something juicy or twist a story. Making him feel irritated at himself for not getting there faster, somehow feeling responsible for the fact that Claire needed to deal with that herself. 

The face flashing in front of his eyes... the face he tried so hard to forget but couldn’t. The face of the girl who kept his mind occupied during the lonely nights at war... the face of the girl he was best friends with all these five years ago... too long ago, thought he. But not anymore, he firmly reminded himself. He isn’t a friends with Claire Montgomery anymore she is his assignment and no matter how hard it would be, he will need to make sure that that is the way how it will be kept. Trying to push away her face, trying to make himself to remember that he is here not to be friends with her again, but to keep her safe. 

The sounds of her laugher reached his ears, the melodic ringing of the tiny bells on the wind and his heart thumped involuntarily, peaking up the pace, while he cursed under his breath softly. Remembering the same laugher she shared with him so long ago. Remembering how desperate he always was to protect her, knowing that she never will be his to protect.

But now when he was assigned to protect her he hated it. The army changed him, and the memory of what he could done for his country, for her, changed him as well. The thought of how proud his mother would be of him if she only knew... if she only would be there to witness him in his soldier uniform and how disappointed she would be now, knowing that all that hard work gone for nothing, occupied his every thought. Making him want to turn around and run until he will have nowhere to run to. Making him want to go to the Madam President and request the reassignment for him, getting his free ticket back to the army. The place where he could be himself, the place where he could be worthy for both his mother and her... the girl who occupied his every dream, the girl who he swore to protect.

2. Unnamed (more likely will remain WIPs forever since it’s so OOC for Tatum, don’t hate me for that)

“Come on, Tatum. This is the last one. I promise. Pleeeeeease,” whined Denise seemingly drunk, while her eyes were eyeing the good looking guy she spotted when they just came to celebrate his return from the army.

“You said that exact same thing a few songs ago,” said Tatum, rolling his eyes, while his hands went to her hips swaying with her in the rhythm to music. Her hands around his neck while she arched her back, they bodies grinding against each other making him swear softly, feeling how his dick twitched from the sensations. “Sorry he mumbled...,” while she continued to dance writhing in his arms, her hips swaying in time with music, making a soft grunting sounds to escape his lips.

3. Please stay (Tatum x MC) (Tatum’s POV chapter 15)

“Tatum wait!” He heard a familiar voice calling for him. The voice with a notes of desperation and panic. The voice that sounded so out of breath that it seemed that the girl who it belonged to was running and he stopped dead, slowly turning to face Claire. The girl he didn't want to leave behind. The girl who ran as quickly as she could toward him, scanning every gate and open seat before her eyes met his.

“Claire? Demarco? What’re you doing here?” asked he, feeling how his heart skipped a beat, while he was standing in line to board the plane, watching the two people he didn’t expect to ever see again to approach him. Stopping just a few step away from him.

4. The Truth of Healing (Tatum x MC), could be renamed

“Mendoza, you cannot just enter like that,” hissed one of the bodyguards’ trying to reach for Tatum to stop him right outside the door.

“Miles, just try and stop me,” seethed he, whirling around with an angry glare in his eyes before throwing the door open and marching inside without another glance.

The blood roaring in his ears, but even through the rage boiling his blood he still could hear two gasps and exclamations following his entrance.

“Hey,” exclaimed Blaine, when the door opened hiding a smirked behind a shocked expression. “Didn't your mom teach you that you have to knock before you enter?” asked he while making a show from the way how the covers slipped from his naked torso, while another pare of hands firmly hold it over her blossom.

“Claire, stand up,” roughly said Tatum ignoring Blaine, his eyes unmoving on her, while hers widened and move around the room looking anywhere but him. Guilt? Fear? he thought, knowing that even if it was it still wasn’t what everyone would assume happened. He knew her well enough to know that.

5. My little angels (Tatum x Claire) (Anon request 43 from 50)

“I cannot... I cannot...,” whimpered Claire, when another contraction followed by a pain shout through her, knocking the air out of her. Her breath elevated hitching slightly and she could feel how the tears started to burn the corners of her eyes with another inevitable bout of pain and a sob tearing through her. But before she could say anything else or feel another fit of pain reaping through her, she felt two strong hands gently wrapping around her bringing her closer to a firm muscled chest.

6. Fluff ABC (Letter A: Alex and Blaine)

Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Blaine and Alex not really affectioned  to anyone but each other. He always make sure that Alex knows how much she means to him and when they are on public her hand always hooked through his or his is placed on the small of her back. Alex in turn leans closer to him every time when he shares some information about the dignities or politicians they are about to meet. Sometimes making jokes about them or sharing rumours.

Apart from that he always cooks dinner and breakfasts for her when he has time. He learned how to do that after he learned that she is foodie. For lunch they usually do take away or go some places together. He also always makes sure that every day she has a fresh bouquet of her favourite flowers on the table. And no matter how busy they are, they both always make sure to find the time for each other, even if to simple video call to see and hear each other.

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[fanyiyimdzs]

Mo Dao Zu Shi

Masterpost

“Everyone rejoice, Wei Wuxian is dead!”

Only a day after the end of the siege of the Burial Mounds, news of Wei Wuxian’s demise had already sprouted wings and flown to every corner of the cultivation world, sweeping the land even faster than the flames of war.

For a period afterwards, everyone, from wandering cultivators to those of the mightiest and most prestigious of clans, discussed how the Four Great Houses commanded thousands into the siege.

“Rejoice, rejoice! Say, which hero dealt the finishing blow to the Old Master of Yiling?”

“Who else could it be? His brother, Chief Jiang Cheng of the Yunmeng Jiang Clan!  He and the houses of the other three Great Clans, the Lanling Jin Clan, the Gusu Lan Clan, and the Qinghe Nie Clan, led the charge. Clan Chief Jiang killed his own brother and destroyed his lair for the good of us all. The Burial Mounds are gone!”

“Good riddance. Wei Wuxian deserved it.”

Immediately, someone applauded and shouted, “Exactly! He thoroughly deserved it! If the Jiang Clan hadn’t taken him in and raised him, this Wei Ying would have spent his whole life as a worthless vagrant. What else is there to say? The old Chief Jiang raised him like his own son, yet he betrayed them and made an enemy of everyone. Not only did he humiliate the Jiang Clan, he killed nearly all of his clanmates! He’s the definition of an ungrateful, treacherous bastard!”

“Not only that, Jiang Cheng tolerated that arrogant, up-jumped servant for ages. If it were me, I wouldn’t have just stabbed him when he defected. I would have obliterated him and anyone who followed him on the spot! Or else how would he have had the opportunity to do all those insane, vile things? Even if you grew up with him and loved him like a brother, you can’t show people like him any mercy.

“But that’s not what I heard. I thought one of his evil tricks backfired and he was shredded to pieces by those ghosts of his. Some say that they bit and tore at him so viciously that by the end of it, his body was no more than a slurry of flesh and bone dust.”

A man howled with laugher. “That’s karma! I’ve always said that his little horde of ghosts was like a pack of rabid dogs, gnawing and tearing at anyone in sight. In the end, they tore apart their master. Serves him right!”

“To be honest though, if it weren’t for young Chief Jiang’s knowledge of the Old Yiling Master’s weaknesses, the siege of the Burial Mounds might not have succeeded. Don’t forget what kinds of things Wei Wuxian has at his disposal. Don’t you remember when he annihilated more than 3,000 highly trained cultivators?”

“Wasn’t it 5,000?”

“3,000 or 5,000, one or the other. I think 5,000’s more likely.”

“It really was a murderous frenzy...”

“Before he died, he destroyed the Yin Tiger Tally,* so I suppose he did redeem himself a little bit. Otherwise, with that evil thing lurking around, his legacy would be even more despicable.”

As the words “Yin Tiger Tally” were spoken, silence abruptly fell, as though everyone had become suddenly preoccupied.

A few moments later, someone sighed regretfully and said, “Aye, this Wei Wuxian....back in the day he was a promising cultivator from a good background, and not without high merits. When he was young, what a glorious, free spirit! How exactly he wound up on this road...”

With this change of topic, the discussion became loud and boisterous once again.

“It just goes to show that cultivators have to stay on the proper path. Taking up demonic cultivation, “free spirit,” pah! Sounds to me like he was arrogant and egomaniacal. Heh, and what was the result?”

The speaker’s voice grew sonorous and forceful. “A bloody death and a defiled corpse!”

“But it wasn’t only demonic cultivation that killed him. At the end of the day, it was also his horrible personality and rotten character. Everywhere he went, people despised him. Whether they were good or bad people themselves, everyone bore a grudge against him. It was bound to come back and bite him in the ass sooner or later.”

Once dead and buried, Wei Wuxian’s reputation was set. Everyone’s opinions were much the same, whatever the differences in the details. If someone had the temerity to voice an alternative view, they were immediately met with such fierce opposition that it was rapidly extinguished.

But within everyone’s hearts, there was one niggling worry they couldn’t quite put to bed.

Wei Wuxian was supposed to have died at the Burial Mounds, but since then, not a single person had been able to summon him. His soul had, in a word, vanished.

Perhaps it had been shredded and devoured with his body. Or perhaps, it had escaped.

If the first was true, everyone would, of course, be happy and gratified. Yet the Old Master of Yiling could drown the earth and overturn the heavens, move mountains and drain seas—or at least, so the stories said. It would have been nothing to a man like him to resist a mere summons. If, in the future, he wanted to reclaim his place, if he snatched a new body and was reborn, all the hundred clans, perhaps the whole race of man, would inevitably be met with a more rabid and hateful vengeance than mortals had yet witnessed. The world would sink into black, bloody terror, annihilating all virtue, righteousness, and justice.

Consequently, the big clans set a hundred and twenty stone beasts atop the Burial Mounds to guard against Wei Wuxian’s possible return. They performed soul summoning rituals at a nervous regularity, investigated any and all reports of stolen bodies, and searched all the lands and seas for anything strange that might herald the coming nightmare. 

The first year, all was quiet and peaceful.

The second year, all was quiet and peaceful.

The third year, all was quiet and peaceful.

For thirteen years, all was quiet and peaceful. 

Gradually, people began to think that perhaps Wei Wuxian wasn’t quite as great or as powerful as the legends said. Perhaps his soul had been annihilated. 

Even if he had once been able to topple the clouds and call the rain, there had to come a day when he was the one being toppled.

No one could be revered and hated like some dark god for all eternity. Stories were just stories, after all.

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Translation notes:

* A tiger tally is a historical artifact that was used in Ancient China to securely deliver military commands. The tally had two matching halves, one kept by the local authorities and the other by the king or emperor. The Yin Tiger Tally (阴虎符) is based on this artifact, which is why I have chosen to translate it this way.

The “yin” part signals the object’s association with dark energy. Unfortunately, there is no good way to translate the word “yin (阴)” into English due to its conceptual richness and place in traditional Chinese religious and philosophical beliefs, but it’s the same “yin” as in “yin-yang (阴).”  

Next chapter

Masterpost

[gentlemanoftimetravel]

Mos miraculous prompt #3.5 (?)

Lila kept her promise. It took nearly a year till everyone in her class was against her. Every little lie piled up. Everyone hangs on her lips. No matter how hard Marinette tried to warn her friends, nobody listens to her. And on top of everything she gets accused of bullying. She! Who was herself a victim of bully and despised liars and bully’s.

Marinette couldn’t take it much longer. She asked her parents and Monsier Damocles for permission to switch classes. She got it. Starting Tomorrow she will attend Ms Mendeleiev’s class.

On Monday morning she stepped anxiously in her school building. Making her way down to her new class. As she rounded the corner she bumped into someone.

“Sorry. I’m so sorry. Is everything alright? Did I hurt you?” Marinette apologises. Looking up in solemn ice blue eyes. Stunned she stepped back.

“No. Everything’s fine. Next time look where you’re going.” With that the teen turned and entered her new classroom.

What just happened? Marinette shook her head. Maybe not her dream start, but better than anticipated. She also entered the room. A quick look revealed that she was the last one. The room vibrates with laugher and joy. The only free spot was in the last row next to that boy from before. She inhaled and then exhaled. Everything will be alright. Just be your usual self. Marinette stepped up and stopped at the desk.

“Hello. We met before. I didn’t introduce myself properly, I’m Marinette. I switched classes, I was in Ms Bustiers class before. Is that seat next to you still free?”

The boy glanced up from his book. He looks at her quizzically. “We ... met?” His head tilted. “Oh yes. That incident in front of the door. I remember. And yes that seat is still available, feel free to sit there but don’t expect to much from me. I’m Felix by the way.” With that he faced his book again. Marinette simply shrugged. She placed her Backpack at the side and slipped into the seat. Her gaze wanders across the room. There at the front were Aurore and Mireille. Two rows behind them Wayhem was seated. Except these three she didn’t know anyone. Maybe they didn’t know about her either. That would be great.

Ms Mendeleiev came in and started her class. Her gaze wanders across the classroom till she spotted Marinette. “Folks, from today on we have a new companion. Please welcome Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Questions later, now we start our lessons. Get your books up and turn to page 146. We ...”

As Ms Mendeleiev started her classes Marinette’s thoughts trailed of. As her teacher introduced her, some of her classmates looked curios at her but most of them seemed composed. Aurore looked like she wanted to talk to her the very instant, but that’s not surprising given that they knew each other already. Maybe now her days will be better.

At lunch time Aurore took Marinette out to eat something. “You’re now in my class! I can’t believe it! We haven’t been in the same class since 5th grade! Oh that will be really awesome. But why did you change classes in the first place? Only if you don’t mind telling me.”

Marinette smiled shyly. “I don’t mind telling you. But I don’t know if you will believe me. But let’s begin from the start. My school year started like every year. Trouble with Chloé and bullying from her part, nothing new there, but this year two new students attended our class. Adrien is friends with Chloé and at thirst there were a big misunderstanding but that has cleared up. Then there were Alya. She quickly became my best friend. Everything seemed to be better. Our class started to grow bigger together, friendships build and Chloé stands back more often. But two months ago there were once again a new student. A girl from Italy. A girl with story’s as false as her Akzent. She said, for example, she saved Jagged Stones Cat, which I know can’t be true. I know Jagged personally and I can verify that he never had cats because he’s allergic to them! But as I tried to warn my classmates they didn’t believe me. One lie lead to another lie and soon everyone hangs on her lips and believing her. Now Adrien has his appearance once again. He also knows about Lila’s lies and assured me that he’s on my side. I thought now’s the time that we out Lila, that we release our friends from her grip. But I was wrong. He just wanted to take the high road, he was worried that she will get akumatized if we out her. So I was all alone again. I tried again to warn Alya about the lies, about Lila holding their hopes up, but Alya simply said I was jealous of Lila being so close to Adrien. And then Lila cornered me in the bathroom and threatened me. She said if I don’t back up she will turn the whole class against me. Up to this time I still believed Adrien is on my side. I was never as wrong as to this time. It didn’t take long for Lila to accuse me bullying her. Evidently I threatened her, I pushed her down stairs, I tore her things apart, I stole her ideas, should I continue? The whole class accused me of bullying her and turned their back on me. Even if at least half the class knew how I stand to bully’s and liars. I fighted of two almost akumatizations. And when I could not stand it anymore I begged for changing classes. Here am I now.”

Aurore gapped at her, her jaw dropped to her chest. Her mouth closing and opening repeatedly. Marinette looked worriedly. “Aurore? Everything’s alright? Can I do something for you? Do you have any questions?”

“I have one!” A voice said behind them. Marinette jumped up in surprise. Her heartbeat growing rapidly. A hand over her heart she turned around. “What the ... Felix?” She stared at him in surprise. “Did you eavesdrop?” He raises an eyebrow. “No. I simply overheard. I was heading to that bench over there to eat my lunch. But back to my question, why didn’t you bring Jagged to your class and let him verify that story. Wouldn’t that be the best solution?”

“I am not Chloé. I didn’t take advantage of my connections. Furthermore a couple of classmates knew me since Kindergarten and they should know me well enough. But maybe I guessed wrong.” She shrugged.

“ Hmmmm. Very interesting. Count me in.”

“For what?” A curios look appeared on Marinette’s face.

“For exposing that liar of course. Technically I didn’t want to be involved in my classmates stuff but that sounds intriguing. So count me in!”

Now it’s Marinette’s turn to gap at Felix. Meanwhile Aurore awakens from her rigidity.

“Yes! Hell Yes! I’m in too. The more the better! After school we met at Marinette’s, I will drag the Quantics with me! Their genies at tricks and planning!”

Marinette tilted her head. “Why not Mireille or Wayhem? And who are the Quantics?”

Aurore waves off. “Mireille is to nice and not really reliable. And Wayhem’s a fan of Adrien. He will go to Adrien and asks him on his opinion and if he’s like you say, Adrien will try to sabotage us. Nope that will not happen under my watch. The Quantics are Allegra, Allen and Claude. They sit next to you on the other side. Allegra and Allen together and Claude before them with Wayhem.”

“If their willing to help and belief me, i guess it’s a deal then.” She shrugged. “But do you really think that will work out?”

Both Felix and Aurore nod. “Definitely!” They said in unison.

~~

After school Marinette and her five classmates makes themselves comfortable at Marinette’s Bedroom. They brainstormed over Cookies and Tee. Marinette narrates her story again from the beginning to the end. A lot of ideas came up, many were discarded again. They agreed on a few terms. They will spy on Lila and they will list all her lies that they witnessed. Nobody talks about their agreements to other people. They will meet twice a week at Marinette’s to compare their lie lists. Additional friendship inclusive.

After two months they have enough evidence to let the lie bubble plop. Now they only need a stage. Lucky for them Jaggeds next concert will be on Tuesday in a week. And luckily Marinette knew him personally.

They talked to Jagged and Penny about everything and they both agreed to help Marinette. Now they need to get their plan rolling. At first the school get tickets for that concert. They make sure that Ms Bustier’s class gets VIP-Tickets, after all Lila had saved Jaggeds Cat and she could easily make that happen. Their little interview film was already finished and ready to be published as a little extra for the concert.

Tuesday started with a surprise. The school decided to give their students the day off as to prepare for the concert that evening. More time to make everything perfect. Marinette and her Friends were already backstage and awaits the events. Jagged starts his concert, he sings a few songs and then he request a special guest. Lila of course. And to honour her again he have a little surprise for her. A video.

Lila’s smile looked forced, she didn’t exactly know why she is now on stage and technically she don’t want that but her classmates forced her to go on stage.

The lights dimmed and the video starts to play. At first Jagged, then Nadja, Prince Ali, Clara and so on. Everyone on that video was questioned about Lila. About her claims and lies. And everything what Lila build herself up was shattered to the ground. She looked outright horrified. Jagged holds her so she can not run away. The video finished and the lights go back on.

Marinette stepped to her side and with a smug grin she whispered the same sentence in Lila’s ears that she got to hear back in the bathroom.

“I came here to laugh at you.”

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Hey @miraculous-of-salt I got finally another prompt ready. :)

I hope everyone enjoyed that little journey.

Till the next prompt!

[northisnotup]

If you are still taking them - 15. I've had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with. For Obiqui?

OKay, as I need to post SOMETHING for May the 4th (be with you) and this idea has been rattling around my brain like a bird in the egg of the bird in the nest of the nest on the branch of the branch on the tree, of the tree in the hole of the hole in the ground of the bog down in the valley, oh - you’re getting the Under The Tuscan Sun au! (though rest assured I had like 7 other ideas for this prompt. it was a GOOD prompt, my friend)

Qui-Gon froze in the street, craning his head and leaving his ice cream to drip over his knuckles to look at, almost through Obi-Wan and sigh. “You’re so boring.” He said quietly, almost to himself as he continued walking.

Struck still in affronted shock, Obi-Wan almost lost the other man to the crowd before he could catch up and demand an explanation for the rare overt rudeness. (For in their short acquaintance - the mysterious flirtation, helpful advice and good company could lend itself to no other description in Obi-Wan’s mind - Qui-Gon could be sly, with dry wit and the vague confusing advice of a holo-net actor pretending to be a Jedi, but he was rarely outright rude!) “Excuse me?”

“You’re boring!” Qui-Gon did him the favor of not even pretending to choose nicer words. “Look at you, you’re sad - again.” In the short time they’d been parted he had attended to the stray cream across his knuckles and Obi-Wan was embarrassed to be upset he had missed seeing it cleaned. 

Obi-Wan dodged another market-goer as Qui-Gon jubilantly embraced a passing fruit seller, kissing the being on both cheeks as was custom here. 

Here, a planet that up until three months ago, Obi-Wan had never set foot on. Where he bought a five century old villa, sight unseen because he was lonely and heartbroken and the man a few meters ahead of him, lapping at an ice cream cone, joking about wine prices had asked if he was going to get it, and when Obi-Wan said ‘No, no that would be an awful idea,’ winked, and said:

“Don’t you just love those?”

So now he had a beautiful, run-down old house, on a run-down plot of land it would take two bantha’s two days to plough. Having neither a bantha nor a plough, Obi-Wan took the seller’s word on that. His neighbors were a family of local politicians who had a great amount of money due to their flourishing fields and winery. Obi-Wan had one fruit which clung stubbornly to a withered vine. He had a group of contractors, foreign, like him, who have adopted him as one of their own. He had a broken heart, a failed marriage and the near ever present company of a man who flirted like he breathed but seemed to view Obi-Wan as a mentee or perhaps some sort of stray, pathetic life form.

He’s stayed silent too long. Qui-Gon looped back, a bag heavy with fragrant fruit on his arm and placed his melting iced cream to Obi-Wan’s lips. “Here, try this.”

The taste burst on his tongue, rich and silky with just the slightest sharp bite as he swallowed. “That is gorgeous.” He said, helplessly leaning back into the hand splayed across the small of his back, leading him Gods know where through the cobbled streets.

“Isn’t it? I love ice cream. It is because of ice cream, I am who and where I am today.”

“Oh?” Despite himself, Obi-Wan hung on to every word, but stole the ice cream for another bite.

“I was an awful child, you must know. An absolute hellion as a teen and my dear friend and teacher, Yoda found me outside an ice cream shop the third time I ran away from home. I thought for sure he was going to drag me back by the hair, and instead he bought me an ice cream and had me take a walk with him. He said, and please forgive the translation, his syntax gives me headaches to this day, he said ‘You have to live spherically. In many directions at once. Never lose your spark of life, and things will work out as they are meant to.’ How are the renovations going?“

Obi-Wan blinked through the conversational whiplash, swallowing a large bite of the treat and handing it back as he thought. He was long past trying to sort out rhyme or reason for Qui-Gon’s patterns and had decided during his third conversation with the man to accept the twists and turns as they came. This one, though, was exceptionally bitter as Obi-Wan, in the privacy of his own mind, blamed his acquisition of the house on Qui-Gon and his flights of fancy. He sighed, longing for the sweet red wine waiting for him. “It is going. Anakin, at least is flourishing, he loves the challenge. Cody and Rex bicker constantly -”

“The married couple who could be clones of one another?” 

“Yes - exactly, and if Plo finds one more addition not included in the plans the council had on file I am afraid he is going to burn the house down with me inside it.” Obi-Wan laughed bitterly. “I keep thinking, why am I doing all this work? Why - I have a death trap of a home that suits a life I do not and have never had.”

His ‘spark of life’ must be flickering because Qui-Gon actually stopped to look at him, worried lines replacing the laugher creases Obi-Wan often admired from the corner of his eyes. “Sorry. I told you I wasn’t good company today.”

 Abandoning their game of tug-o-war with the ice cream, Qui-Gon tossed it in an organic waste bin - just as well, the cone had started to go soft - and cupped his face, tenderly stroking his cheekbones with callused thumbs. “Yoda always said ‘regrets are just the past crippling you in the present,’ my dear. Tell me. What is it you want?”

Blinking hard, Obi-Wan looked up to the sky, both to will away the tears that wanted to form and to avoid Qui-Gon’s piercing gaze. “I want - I want everything I thought I had. I have a house with three bedrooms and no one but me to sleep in them. I have a kitchen and no one to cook for, I wake up in the middle of the night and think I must be the stupidest man in the galaxy.”

“What do you want.” Two fingers stroked the nape of his neck as gentle and insistent as the voice of the man they belonged to. 

“I -” 

Admitting to wanting things he was never going to get was something Obi-Wan grew out of when he was still a child. Wanting did not change what was.

Qui-Gon sighed, tugged him closer and angled his head all at once. Obi-Wan felt his face flame as someone rushed past him, close enough to rustle the fabric of his robes. They were still in the clutter of the market square, an oddity among oddities and though no one was paying any mind, he still felt horribly exposed. “Did you know I hunted ladybugs as a child?”

“No?”

Conversation with Qui-Gon always flowed like a river. Deceptively mild, but with a wicked undertow.

“I would chase them for hours and eventually give up and fall asleep in the grass, and when I woke up - they would be crawling all over me.” His voice was just loud enough to be heard over the crowd-noise but it was the vibration of the low-rumble of it echoing between them that dragged Obi-Wan’s eyes back down. The frown lines started to smooth away, leaving Qui-Gon’s expressive face desolate and blank.

“Are you telling me I just need to be patient?” Obi-Wan wanted desperately to wet his suddenly dry mouth but couldn’t break away even if his life depended on it. In many ways, he felt more like a butterfly being pinned to a board than a child in search of discovery. 

“I am telling you to consider the ladybug. Why do they fly away when someone chases them only to come around when they are not being sought out?” 

“Come home with me.” Tongue turned to cold metal, Obi-Wan cast about his suddenly blank mind to try and find any words to forgive, excuse or explain himself but could only part his lips in surprise when Qui-Gon grinned. 

“My dear, I thought you would never ask.”

[wexregolden]

Read it on AO3 here <3

Chapter 4/19

THE BOY WHO LOVED Chapter 4

- The Vanishing Glass Screen -

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Nico Bookstagram  

So, 13:30 at the arranged coffee shop next to the Colosseum?

Marti was reading through this message over and over again. It´s not that he wouldn´t kind of know it by heart now. Not that he couldn´t quote Nico´s exact words.  Not that he didn´t get by now when and where they´re going to meet up. But still, better to play it safe than being too late or too early.  

A few days have passed since they´ve found out that they´re both living in Rome. Well, five to be more exact. Not that Martino would have counted the days till their meeting. No. Never.

Okay, let´s stop lying. He did. He thought about their get-together daily. From Monday to today. Every fucking day.  

Someone might find this whole situation weird. Meeting someone you´ve got to know through the Internet, through Instagram. And especially being this happy and excited about meeting a person you´ve never seen before.  

It never happened to Marti before. Meeting one of the friends he made through his Bookstagram account. Most likely because of the fact that the life in different countries, all around the globe. But things were different with Nico. He´s living in the same city, they are actually able to meet.  

And that´s how Marti found himself standing at the corner of a street, one city block away from the café they are supposed to meet.

And he´s nervous. Well, kind of. It´s the good type of being nervous. The one that makes your stomach flutter, that makes your heart beat a little faster. The one that--

Well, just the good kind of being nervous. Being excited. Full of anticipation.  

As he looked at his phone to check the time, he saw that he had an unread message from Nico.

Nico Bookstagram

I´m already there and waiting in front of the coffee shop, okay?

Another one was incoming only a few moments later.

Nico Bookstagram

Can´t wait to meet you! 😀

To Nico Bookstagram

I´m coming in a minute, just a street away

Meeting up in front of the café sounds good!

And same, I can´t wait too 😊  

Marti sighed as he put his phone away and tried to gather himself before he finally started walking to the coffee shop.  

Let´s go! You were so excited for this meeting and so happy about it, so what should happen? Stop being so nervous and dramatic, he said to himself as he turned around the corner, finally arriving at their gathering place.  

And there he was. Niccolò.

He stood right in front of the door, looking down at his mobile phone.  

Marti couldn´t help (again) and had to stop walking, starring at Nico. He felt a bit like a creep, weird as he stood there, looking at Nico who hasn´t seen him yet, preoccupied by whatever he was doing on his phone.  

It´s not that Marti didn´t know how Nico looked, what to expect. He saw his photos on Instagram or stories where he showed himself. And he´s seen his profile pic on WhatsApp. Only once, of course. He hasn´t opened the icon several times to look at it. No, never.

But still, he was amazed. By the boy standing in front of him. Well, nearly. He was beautiful. Like, literally beautiful.  

One of his dark, black curls was falling into his face and Nico blew it away again. It looked cute and Marti had to laugh at the image in front of his eyes.

And that was the moment Nico looked up from his phone, directly into Marti´s eyes. A wide smile appeared on his face.  

And wow. Seeing Niccolò smile was probably one of the most beautiful things Marti has ever witnessed.  

“Marti!” Nico was saying as Marti finally went the few steps to him, now standing directly in front of him. Nico.  

“Hey,” Marti answered, a smile on his lips. Well, kind of. He´s not sure if it´s an actual smile his lips have just formed. Nico´s smile became wider, if that´s even possible, and he suddenly wrapped his arms around Marti, hugging him.  

Marti was surprised at first, didn´t move, didn´t know what to do. As he gathered himself again, he reciprocated the embracement, wrapping his arms around Nico too.

“Hey,” Nico said, grinning again. “We´re actually meeting, huh?”

“We are! It´s great, isn´t it?” Marti said enthusiastic, a laugh escaping him.  

“It is! By the way, I like your laugh.,” Nico tossed in.  

Marti blushed. Literally blushed. His cheeks were turning bright pink and he looked down, trying to hide it and to not embarrass himself in front of Nico already. They´ve seen each other for like three minutes or something like that so far. It´s really too early for the embarrassment right now.

As he saw that Niccolò was grinning at him, raising one of his eyebrows, he realized his attempt at hiding his blush probably failed. Damn it!

“Never mind, Marti. Wanna go inside?,” Nico asked and Marti nodded, a little smile appearing on his lips again.  

Nico responded with a smile as he patted Marti´s back and lead him into the inside of the coffee shop.  

---

“You already know what you want to order?,” Nico asked Marti as they stood next to each other at the counter, looking up at the menu.

“Yeah, I´ll take a black coffee, nothing special. You?”

“Hey, not that fast. I need to take my time. I´m not that boring to just order a single black coffee.”

“So you wanna tell me I´m boring now?”

“Prove me otherwise then,” Nico said, raising his eyebrow again. The tip of his tongue was leaking out of his lips as he starred directly into Marti´s eyes.

It feels as if he was directly starring past the walls of safety Marti has built around him, starring into his soul, his heart.  

“How should I do this?,” Marti asked, looking back at Nico. Trying to raise his eyebrow too, aborted the idea of doing so after the littlest moment again as he realized he would probably fail at it.  

“Order something else, be brave. Not a boring black coffee, Marti. It´s so stereotypical.”

“Stereotypical, huh? This has nothing to do with being boring, I´m ust trying to spend my money on things I actually know I like.”

“Pff, boring Marti, boooring!,” Nico said, grinning again.  

Damn, Marti will never get tired of seeing him grin or laugh. Yes, he was able to tell that after this short span of time already, forgetting his resolution of not falling for Nico, him not turning into a hopeless crush, for a second.

“Well then, I need to take some time to figure out what to drink as I´m not ordering the same thing as every time. Go on, you can order in the meantime if you want.”

Marti nodded as he made his way to the cashier, ordering his black coffee. As always.  

The guy working behind the counter didn´t stop smiling at Marti the whole time. He had a nice smile, Marti couldn´t deny it. But it was no Nico-smile. And if Nico wouldn´t have been there he would have thought about it, the smile, the boy itself more. He may have even turned into one of his countless crushes. One of those crushes that didn´t mean anything. But today was different. Niccolò was here.  

And right now, he was making his way towards Marti, laying his arm around his shoulders.  

“So you´ve finally decided what you want?,” Marti asked him, grinning again.

Yeah, again. He has already stopped to count the times he smiled or grin today. It would have been useless.  

“Hm,” Nico nodded.  

“One black coffee?” the boy behind the counter asked, looking into Marti´s eyes. “It was you wasn´t it?”

Marti nodded, taking the cup of coffee.  

“Thank you,” he looked back at the guy who smiled at him, brightly.

“Enjoy it! And the Matcha Frappuccino with additional vanilla syrup was for you, right?,” he asked Nico, the smile on his lips a little forced by now.  

“Yep! Thank you.,” Nico took it, his attention coming back to Marti again.  

“Any wishes regarding our table?”

“What about the one in the corner back there?” Marti asked, pointing to a free table at the back.

“Seems good!” Nico was already heading there, Marti was following.  

As they were heading there, Nico suddenly went closer to Marti, trying to whisper something in his ear.

“You know, the guy at the counter checked you out,” he said, grinning at Marti.

“He did what?” Marti asked bewildered, starring at Nico.

“Checking you out, looking up and down your body, smiling at you the whole time, you know?”

“He did not!” Marti protested.

“Oh, you should have seen it from my perspective. He did, Marti and he wasn´t subtle at all!”

“I´m not--,” Marti wanted to say, stopping midsentence.  

I´m not gay.  

The sentence he´s told himself so often already. But this was years ago. He´s come over it. He´s not denying it anymore, at least not to himself.  

“He did not.,” he tried it again, being more satisfied with his answer this time.  

“Come on, let´s go or my boring coffee will get cold.”

“After you,” Nico said as they have finally reached their chosen table, sitting down.

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“So you wanna really tell me that “Illuminati” is your favorite book?!,” Nico asked Marti, playfully shocked.  

“Yeah, what´s wrong with that? It´s great.”

“It was shit, Marti. Shit!”

“Hey hey hey, stop! Do I need to remind you about freedom of expression again? I too don´t go around and shit on Harry Potter.”

“Well, Marti, you do? May I remind you of the “weird talking hat?” Nico said, a grin on his face.

“There´s no way to deny it, he´s actually weird.,” Marti answered, looking Nico in the eyes.

“And there´s no way to deny that “Illuminati” is shit,” Niccolò looked back at Marti.  

Both were looking into the eyes of the other boy for a few seconds before they burst out in laugher.  

Marti drank another sip of his coffee, the cup empty by now. Whereas Nico´s jar was still filled with some weird looking, green liquor.  

“What even are you drinking, Nico? It looks like it is poisoned!” Marti said, looking sceptical at the content of his cup.

“It´s not poisoned, Marti! It´s Matcha, it´s healthy!”

“Well, it doesn´t look like it. Healthy, I mean.”

“Want to try a sip?”

Marti´s sceptical look came back while he looked at Nico´s drink again. Bright green in its colour.  

“Come on, try it! Don´t be boring again, it´s really good!” Nico tried to convince Martino as he slipped the cup over the table, over to Marti.  

Marti sighted and nodded as he took the cup and a sip.  

And he immediately made a face, grimaced.  

“Oh my gosh Nico, this is terrible! How can you even drink this by choice?!”

“Stop being so dramatic, Marti! It´s great,” Nico said, laughing, before he took another sip, being exaggerated with his face, showing he´s enjoying his drink.  

“You´re simply weird. That´s it.,” responded Marti as he shook his head.  

“I´m the weird one, huh? Mr. I don´t like Harry Potter,” Nico looked at Marti, challenging, who grinned back at him.  

“Oh come on, stop it already!” Marti said, trying to sound annoyed.  

“Okay, okay, I´ll stop it. For now,” a grin settled on Nico´s face again.  

“For now,” Marti responded, parroting Nico as he mirrored the grin of the boy opposite of him.  

“Yeah, for now. But let´s put the whole Harry Potter debate away for now and talk about something more serious: How´s school going?”

Marti had to laugh, their whole conversation being kind of hilarious right now. But not in a bad way, it felt good. It was fun talking with Nico.

“Really? You´re actually asking me about school now? Well, but if you want to know: Good? Don´t know. Can school actually be good? It´s bearable, I guess. Simply normal. Honestly Nico? Which kind of answer did you expected? You´re actually asking me the most random question right now!” Marti had to laugh, couldn´t help it, doesn´t even know why, but he had to laugh.

As he looked up into Niccolò´s eyes he saw that he had to laugh to. A bright smile on his lips, cringeling up to his eyes, making them shine.  

“What?! It´s an interesting question! I want to know what´s going on in the lifes of my friends,” Nico raised an eyebrow at Marti. “And if you think this question is random or boring you should hear what my parents are talking about or asking me every day. In the morning, after school, at diner. This can be annoying, Marti, hear me out.”

“You´re still living with your parents?”

“Yep I am, with my mom and dad? You too? Or are you one of those rebellious teenager that move away from their parents as soon as they turn sixteen?”

“Nope, no rebellious teenager, I thought you could guess that as I´m apparently boring according to my choice of drink. But well no, I´m living with my mom”

“Only your mom? No dad?” Nico asked, curiously.  

And with that he stroke one of Marti´s nerves.  

It´s not that he isn´t over his dad moving out by now. Leaving him and his mother on their own. His things packed up in boxes, standing in the hallway of their apartment, still not picked up by yet.  Starting a new life with a new, perfect family. Without a wife who isn´t always up, always happy. Without him. Well, kind of.  

He still tries to contact Marti, tries to invite him over for dinner with his new family. His new wife. His new son. Tries to be a father to him as if nothing has happened. As if he hadn´t just left.  

All of his attempts failing as Marti tries to block them, tries to cut his father out of his life.  

Enjoying the life he has with the people who are the most important to him. His mother. Yes, he loves her. Even if it´s not the easiest all the time. With her down phases. But he´s learned how to handle them, what to do when his mother simply didn't find the strength to get out of bed from time to time. And still, even if it´s not easy all the time, he loves her, no matter what.  

His thoughts drifted back to Niccolò again, finally answering his question.  

“No, no dad. Just my mom and me”

Martino looked up again and caught Nico´s wondering gaze. He inhaled. Exhaled.

And suddenly he found himself telling Nico the whole story about his father leaving, his mother and his home life.  

This is special, it really is. It´s not that the whole thing is a secret or anything, everyone in his life who´s important to him knows about it. It simply took him some time to tell it. He basically isolated himself completely as his father left, didn´t want to see or talk to anyone these days. Didn´t plan on getting out of bed for like forever. Since the day Gio, his best friend, suddenly stood in front of their apartment door. Not willing to go again, not accepting any excuses anymore. And so Marti told him what was going on in his life at the moment. That his father simply left. That his mother had one of the worst depressive episodes for a very long time. And he cried. Giovanni simply hugging him, giving him the chance to let all his feelings out for once, soothing him. It took him some time to open up and tell his best friend. But he´s glad he did.

About a week later he told the rest of his friends.

And now he sat there, finding himself telling the whole story to Nico. After what felt like such a short time knowing each other. But still, he felt good. He doesn´t know what it is or why it´s like that but he felt comfortable. There was a special kind of comfort surrounding him while he sat there together with Niccolò, telling him some private stuff. It felt good to not keeping this a secret as the topic came up. And Marti was glad to let it all out again, even if he kind of came over it by now.  

It just felt... right. Opening himself up, telling Nico all of this. He felt like there was an instant connection between the two of them, making him feel comfortable next to Nico whilst telling his story.  

“And well, that´s basically the story of how I ended up living together with my mother only. And I´m so glad that I have her, she´s the best. Even if it´s not the easiest from time to time because of her issues, but still, she´s great,” Marti said as a smile settled on his face as he thought about his mom.  

“Her issues?” Nico asked, the tone of his voice a bit suspicious, unsure.  

Her issues. Depression. There has been a time where all of this had been a problem. For him. He couldn´t cope with her down phases, talked shit about it and her, where he didn´t want to be there for her, didn´t want to spend time with ”crazy” people.  

But all of this has passed. He had learned, learned what he did wrong, what he should have done instead. And he tried to rebuild the relationship with his mom. And it worked, it´s stronger than ever by now. And he´s so thankful and glad about it, he loved it.  

“Yeah, she has depression,” Marti responded as he came back to Nico and his question.

“Depression?” Nico asked, a making a concerned face.

Marti looked up and nodded.  

“And that´s okay for you?” Nico continued and asked.  

“Yeah of course! Why shouldn´t it be okay?” Marti asked confused.  

“Don´t know, it´s just that many people can´t cope with others who have a mental illness, will support you and stay with you till, well, you actually have an episode,” Nico said, looking down.

As Nico asked him the question if he´s okay with his mother being depressive he got a bit anxious at first, already thinking the worst, that Niccolò would be one of those persons he just described, not supporting or liking anyone who has to handle a mental illness. But he was wrong.  

“No, definitely not! Well okay, there was a time where we had our problems and struggles, some of them caused by my sight of her mental illness. But this changed, really, I´m not proud of myself thinking back. She´s so important to me, I wouldn´t abandon her just because of her illness, never again. Really, never,” he exhaled, relieved.  

“That´s great! I´m happy for you, Marti,” Nico said as he looked up, directly into Marti´s eyes again and smiled.  

“I´m happy too,” Marti smiled back, looking Nico in the eyes for a few seconds.

Both of their gazes were set down to the table after it, fiddling at their empty mugs.  

And silence hit in. No uncomfortable kind of, Marti still felt good, felt that there wasn´t the need to talk all the time. And he kind of felt that Nico was feeling the same.  

As he looked up again after some time has passed, he met Nico´s eyes staring at him. His beautiful, beautiful eyes.  

They were smiling at each other. And then Niccolò broke the silence.  

“Wanna leave? Go and take a walk? Maybe take some pictures for Instagram somewhere?”

“Yeah, sounds great, why not!”

Both of them stood up and left the coffee shop. Martino stealing a glance at Nico as he held the door open for him. He sighted then he followed him out into the fresh air.

---

It was a nice and warm October evening, the sun still shining lightly, ready to finally set soon.  

And Martino and Niccolò were walking through Rome, enjoying the last bit of sun, enjoying the presence of the other one.

Marti really felt at ease whilst being together with Nico.  

“What about that spot back there? The wall with the ivy blooming on it? It looks like a great spot for a picture,” Nico said, looking at Marti, waiting for his opinion.

“Yeah, you´re right, it does look really cool,” Marti responded and short after they were heading there. Both taking a book and their phones out of their back bags, starting with their normal Bookstagram-Routine. Trying to take different photos from their books, different perspectives, different image details.  

Martino was drowned in the making of his photo that he didn´t even realized that Nico was asking him something.  

“Marti? You here with me?”

“Huh? Ähm yeah, I´m sorry, I didn´t hear you,” he stuttered, looking at the ground.  

“Don´t worry! Please!” Nico said, smiling at him. “But could you maybe take a picture of me while I´m pretending to read? You know, the whole fake reading thing every Bookstagramer has probably done once in their life?” Nico asked and had to laugh at his one sentence. His laugh was catching, so Marti couldn´t help and hat to join in.  

“For sure,” he said as he took Nico´s phone and took a few pictures of him, trying different angles.  

As he was finished, he gave the phone back to Niccolò and he looked at the pictures Marti took. A smile forming on his face.

“Those are great, Marti! Thank you! You do have talent!” Nico looked at him, smiling brightly.

Marti blushed, looking down at the floor and tried to hide his smile.  

“Stop it, it´s nothing special!”

“Marti come on! It is special, of course!”

They smiled at each other before Marti looked down to his feet again. Damn it! Come on, just look him in the eyes, it´s not that hard.  

As he looked up, he met Nico looking at him, still smiling.  

“What about taking a picture together? A little memory of today?”

Marti liked the idea so he got next to Nico who pulled him closer, wrapping his arm around Marti´s shoulder.  

It was nothing special, just a little touch, two friends taking a picture together but still – it sent shivers down his spine.  

They looked into the camera, both smiling and Marti couldn´t help, stealing a little glance at Nico through his mobile phone display. Smiling even wider.

As they´ve finished their photo session, they packed their things and started walking again, becoming silent.  

---

The sun has set nearly completely by now, wrapping the city in a beautiful orange and red light.  

A fresh breeze was blowing through the air, making everything colder as evening set in.  

And Marti didn´t even realize that he was freezing, nearly shivering. Not till the moment Nico called him out on it.

“Marti? Are you cold?”

Marti looked up at Nico, being a little surprised that he actually noticed it.  

“What? No?” Marti immediately answered, trying to deny it.  

Nico simply grinned and raised his eyebrows at him, not looking convinced.  

“Okay okay, I´m cold. Just a little bit”

As soon as Martino has finished his sentence, Nico already started to unwrap his scarf and handed it to Marti.

“Here, take it! I don´t need it, it´s not that cold”

Marti didn´t want to take it at first, try to convince Nico to let it be. But he didn´t.

“You´re actually shivering, Marti! Come on, please, take it!”

He sighted as he gave in, a little smile appearing on his face as he took Nico´s scarf at wrapped it around his neck.  

“Thank you,” they both smiled at each other as they continued their walk. Through the streets of Rome.  

As Marti finally looked at where they actually were (not his first priority as he walked close to Nico) he realized that they were close to the St. Peter´s Basilica and Via della Conciliazione, one of his favorite places in Rome.  

“What about taking this direction, going to St. Peter´s Basilica? Maybe take pictures there? I really like this place, it´s beautiful,” Marti said, looking questioning at Nico.  

“Yeah, sounds great, let´s go there!”

No sooner said than done and they were heading there.  

It took them about half an hour to get there. Passing the time of their walk talking about this and that: School, their friends and family or just discussing about the newest book releases.  

Somewhen during this time Marti´s phone in his pocket started vibrating. But he was simply ignoring it, focused on Nico and their talk. It was probably just the Contrabbandieri group chat with Luca sending some weird messages. Nothing special. Contrary to spending time together with Niccolò, walking through the streets of Rome together. His friends could wait this time.

As he came back from his thoughts, looking for Nico, he saw that he was right in the middle of another photo session, standing right on Via della Conciliazione, trying to bring of his book in the pictures he took in the best way possible.  

Marti simply stood there, watching him. Being fascinated by this boy in front of him. He knew that he was good looking, he saw pictures of him on Instagram before, but meeting him in person, spending time with him and actually talk with him, not only through the phone – it was something special.  

“What about you, Marti? Don´t you want to take some pictures too?” Nico asked, getting Marti away from his thoughts and back to reality.  

“I already did enough but go on, your pictures will look great!”

Niccolò got back to photographing, smiling.

Marti took advantage of the moment, pulling out his phone, looking at the messages he got. Feeling like thousands according to his phone not stopping vibrating in his pocket

Il Contrabbandieri di Luchino

17:33

Elia

18:00 at you place @Gio? Still up to date?

Luchino

I just stopped at the supermarket to get some wine

Gio  

Yep still up to date  

Gio

Your 2-euro wine? Keep it to yourself man, it tastes like shit

Elia  

Garau is right for one

Gio  

For once?! Come on bro, you know I´m the most intelligent one out of us

Luchino

I´m standing in front of your door

Gio

Wait I´ll come and open it

Elia

I´ll be there in two minutes too

18:06

Gio

Marti? What aboutt you, where are you?

18:19

Gio  

Did anything happen?

Elia

Get your ass over here!

Marti looked at the time on his phone. 18:38.

Fuck!

“Huh?” Nico asked as he came back to Marti, standing next to him again.  

“Did I just say this out loud? Damn it!” Marti said as he realized he swore out loud.

“You did. Any bad news?”

“Well, I only had something planned with my friends. And shit, I totally forgot it!” he said as he put his hands to his head, tearing at his hair.

“You can still go, right? Being late once won´t be a problem, right?”

“You´re right. No, it won´t be a problem”

“Well then, go! Don´t ditch them because of a random guy you met on the Internet. This doesn´t have to be our last meet up, right?” Nico responded and a little unsure smile formed on his lips.  

“Hey Nico, you´re my friend too, okay? And yes, we have to meet up again! I really liked today, it was a great time together with you!” Marti said and smiled at Nico. An honest smile, coming from the bottom of is heart. He meant it.  

Nico´s smile evolving from being a bit unsure to being sincere too, his eyes crackling up a bit.  

It was beautiful to see him smile like that, Marti thought.

“That´s great, Marti! And now go! Not that I want you to but yeah, you know”

They just stood there, a few seconds just smiling at each other before they hugged each other goodbye.  

Then they both went their own ways, going home. Or in Marti´s case going to Gio.

to Il Contrabbandieri di Luchino

I´m so sorry guys!! Something came in-between. I´ll be there in 20 minutes. Sorry.

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Well... This was kinda long, I´m sorry. And yayyy, they finally met each other :D And performing the daily Bookstagram lifestyle. Yeah, that´s actually a thing, haha :D

And thank you for reading! Would love to hear what you think of it in the comments, I´d really appreciate that <3

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Wan High Weeping (Part 26)

For the billionth time that night, Mai wondered what she was doing there. It was still early and the place already reeked of alcohol and disappointment. She had already seen Aang approach Moo-Chee and she couldn’t help but cringe for the both of them. Moo-Chee, despite his adamant denial was emo trash through and through. One of the many reasons she had cut him out.  She listened to TyLee talk about what her twin sisters were up to. Apparently, they had this splendid group costume idea; they were dressing as idols from their favorite pop group.

If Mai was being honest, she had little interest in anything TyLee was saying, but she pretended so that the girl wouldn’t be offended. The longer she sat with TyLee at this stupid party, the more she realized that they had nothing in common. Their only tie had been Azula.

Truth be told she wondered if she really liked TyLee at all. Even in a gloomier state, TyLee was still too peppy for her. Too bright.

Too optimistic.

 She was beginning to figure out why preps and goths just didn’t click. It came as a shock to her that it might just lie at the fault of the goth clique and their lack of interest. Granted the preps had their bitchy streaks. Mai almost chuckled; what a shallow thing to think of. Shallow thoughts for shallow events.

 “Want to get a drink or something?” TyLee asked.

 “Not particularly.”

 “Please.” The way she said it, with some unnecessary desperation, had Mai on her feet.

 “I guess, if it means that much to you.” She looked over just on time to see Aang leaving with Moo-Chee. Talk about a potential disaster. She almost wanted to warn the poor boy away, but that would require an effort and perhaps some hustled running. Concessions stand, it was.

 “Bring me one, will you?” Jet called. To whom, Mai isn’t certain. But TyLee gripped her hand and pulled her through the crowd.

 At the concession stand, Mai found that she wasn’t hungry nor thirsty at all. She tried to eat a cupcake or two but didn’t have the drive to finish it. They were too sweet and reminded her too much of more joyous times. “Here, want the rest?”

 TyLee took it with a delighted smile and finished it off. She could almost pretend that things were normal. That Azula was off with Usha and Chan with a promise to meet up again before the costume contest winners were announced. And that Zuko was off sulking in a corner with the other stoners, as he contemplated how to make up for being an asshole. She took a moment to let herself truly revel in the illusion but reality seeped right back in.

 Azula was not off with Usha, she was next to her, eating as though she hadn’t done so in days. Mai had a sneaking suspicion that she hadn’t. That wasn’t what everyone else saw though. They saw another opportunity to give her former friend hell. Despite the bad blood she had created, she felt a twinge of sympathy for Azula. They were laughing, everyone seemed to have their own remark and she couldn’t imagine that her old friend was going to take it well.

It was enough for her. Without a word, Mai wandered away from TyLee. She didn’t quite like Azula, but she didn’t want to witness whatever happened next. That aside, hearing the Ghost Buster’s theme in between ill-fitting hip hop numbers was growing tiresome and she needed some air. In the back of her mind she knew that it was rude to ditch TyLee like that but then she recalled the slew of texts from Toph’s parents and her own.  She already received several texts asking her how she dared leave Tom-Tom without someone to take him trick-or-treating. How he was bawling because of her and his Halloween was ruined. It wasn’t like he had a mother and father to take him. No, it would seem that she was a selfish person through and through, she may as well add one more thing to the list. Let TyLee text her and add to her collection.

 She stole away and found her favorite room in the house; a guest room on the second floor. One of the few rooms in the house with a balcony. The chatter from the floor below was still too loud, but at least she was no longer in the crowd. She pushed the door to the guest room open.

She heard two startled cries from the bed and slammed the door shut again with a curt, “you got a room, now go the extra mile and lock the door.”

 Perhaps it was because they had stolen her go to hiding place, but she couldn’t help but wonder why Katara was the slut when Suki was pregnant and banging her man at every chance. She pinched the bridge of her nose, just light enough to not break skin, but tight enough to inflect irritation.

She found herself wondering how she had done this a few years ago. Had she actually enjoyed this scene? Was this kind of thing fun for her at one point?

With a knot of distress forming in her stomach, she realized that she had.

 There were a lot of things she used to love…

 She wandered down the hall wondering if there was anywhere else that would provide her with a place to think. And it occurred to her, she didn’t want to think. No, thinking would only pull her deeper under. What she wanted to do was drink. Drink and forget.

Forget about Tom-Tom, forget about Toph, forget about Zuko…hell she’d purge Azula and TyLee from her mind too while she was at it.

 .oOo.

 She ignored the constant flood of texts that flashed on her phone. Not only did she ignore them but she turned it off entirely. She chugged another glass and another until she felt her world go fuzzy. Her intoxicated mind formed a perfectly terrible idea.

 Mai stumbled her way up the stairs again and in the direction of the bathroom. If things remained as they had, the second-floor bathroom was the place to go if you were seeking free, albeit sketchy, tattoos.

 She’d have her fix of pain and something to really drive her parents up the wall.

 She could hear the hum of a tattoo gun and knew that she was in the right place. One of her lunchmates stumbled out with fresh ink and something to regret in the morning. She supposed that they could discuss that at lunch. She entered to take his place.

 “What are ya lookin’ ta get.”

 “A passing grade in your class.” Mai said automatically.

 June chuckled. “Don’t mention that I was here and I’m sure we can make that work.”

 “Deal.” She probably wouldn’t recall having seen the woman at all anyways. “Give me something my parents will hate.”

 “Oh trust me, darling, they’ll hate anything I give you.” June drawled. She flicked a cigarette butt into the trash.

 “Alright, then…” she thought for a moment. “Just give me a heart being stabbed.”

 “Ah, a classic.” June took a drag. “Who’s the unlucky ex?”

 She let the alcohol do all of the talking. “He fucking leaves. Just straight up disappears and doesn’t say a fucking thing. He texts me when he’s down but ignores me when I complain to him.” She blabbered on and on, probably slurring the whole way. But that was fine, someone needed to know that Zuko was a jackass. So she threw his name in there.

 “Ah yeah, Zuko.” June muttered “I saw him at Chitsang’s place.”

 “Who’s she?” Mai grumbled.

 “He’s a…” she trailed off. “Never mind. That boy got himself in trouble is my guess.” She brought the tattoo gun down.

 Sharp pangs danced over the back of Mai’s neck. It was almost euphoric. She savored each prick of the needle. Each prick of ink that brought her closer to watching her mother’s face twist in horror. “He deserves the trouble he gets.” She spat.

 “Mmm…harsh.” June cooed.

 Mai busted out laughing, forcing June to withdraw that tattoo gun until her laugher died away. She couldn’t help it, it was just so funny what she had thought of. She could show Tom-Tom her new ink and help him plan a tattoo of his own. Yeah, that would really send her mother reeling.

[sending-the-message]

I Hate People Who Talk During Movies by thegeneralg

There is nothing that I hate more than people on their phones during a movie. Back in the day, people talking in a movie theatre was the big pain in the ass. I guess it hasn't really changed much. Now, instead of talking to each other directly, people use their phones. One thing's for sure though; it's still irritating as hell.

If you go to any relatively well attended movie, there are usually three types of obnoxious cinema goers; the phone user, the talker, and the laugher. That one person who whenever anything even remotely amusing occurs onscreen, they laugh literally every time. It is also usually the case that they have an incredibly obnoxious laugh, giving the viewer the feeling that The Joker is an audience member. It's shame too, because going to a movie is something special.

You're in the dark movie theatre. It's quiet, calm, and your enjoying a good movie on a nice night out of the house. No responsibilities, no schedule, just you and the movie, the way a movie is supposed to be enjoyed. Not many people consider this anymore, but that is the whole point of a movie theatre. To immerse yourself in the motion picture. The highest compliment one can give a piece of entertainment, particularly a movie, is that the viewer forgets they are watching a performance. The ambiance of a movie theatre goes a long way in that regard.

Of course, there is always at least one asshole who is just too important for this. Is it just me, or is it always someone who is in right the middle section where everyone can see them?

It last happened to me about four months ago. There I was, sitting in my local movie theatre, minding my own business. Just before the previews begin, this giant fat guy waddles in, plops down in the middle of the theatre, and immediately proceeds to begin mess with his phone for the entire time the previews were playing. Of course, the whole "Please silence and put away your phones out of courtesy to fellow patrons," message fell on deaf ears. As the opening credits were rolling, I couldn't take it anymore. So I got up to find the manager. He was out manning the concession stand.

"Hey, some guy in the middle of row five won't get off his phone." I said to him. According to his nametag, the dude's name was Tyler.

"No problem, I'll tell him to either cut it out or he has to leave." Tyler replied without hesitation. "I apologize for the inconvenience."

"It's not your fault and thanks man." He walked ahead of me into the theatre and I saw as he made his way to Row 5. I chuckled to myself as I saw he was still on his phone even when the manager was walking towards him. Some people just don't give care. I saw them briefly interact and a moment or two later, the manager walked out. I was surprised when the guy left right after the manager. But hey, as long as he wasn't interrupting my movie, I could care less what he does.

I sat back and enjoyed the movie. I am a huge scary movie buff and I was really looking forward to Annabelle: Creation. Leaning back in my cushy chair, I shook my box of Sour Gummy Worms and a few tumbled out into my hand. Feeling myself adapting to the darkness, my surroundings slowly faded away. All that was left was the story unfolding before me. The movie was good; effective scares and solid acting. Walking out of the theatre, I couldn't wait to see the next part in the franchise. I believe this time the Nun would get it's own separate movie.

It was a pleasantly balmy September evening. Since all I had was the Sour Gummy Worms, I had a bit of an appetite as I was driving home. I live about 10 minutes from a Subway, so I made a stop there on the way.

"Foot long turkey to go," I ordered when it was my turn in line. It looked like I picked just the right time, as the place was pretty quiet.

"What kind of bread?" The tall guy behind the counter asked.

"Italian herb and cheese," he nodded as he sliced open a loaf with a knife.

"Toppings?"

"Green peppers, lettuce, tomato, onion, pepper jack cheese and Chipotle Sauce," my order was ready shortly and I was home in no time at all. I climbed to the third floor of my building and within fifteen minutes, I was chowing down on my sandwich while re-watching season one of Stranger Things.

I had long since forgotten about what happened at the movies for the next few months. I was pretty busy with work, but I still managed to pay attention to what was going on in town. About a month after I went to the theatre, I was watching the news late one night. At a house about thirty minutes out of town, they found that someone had brutally killed a couple in their twenties. The guy in particular was a real mess. While horrible, it wasn't anything I hadn't heard about before, so I didn't really think about it that much.

A few weeks after that, they found another charming discovery in a barn on an abandoned farm just outside city limits. Another couple, but this time the girl got the worst of it. Heating about this one really sent a shiver through town. Neighborhood watch and stuff was all formed, but that didn't stop folks from looking over their shoulders. But as is the case, life went on. As with all things, time marches on and even if it doesn't disappear entirely, people's fear tends to dim.

The other night I was hitting up a bar with my friends. We were celebrating how Charlie had gotten a promotion when from the corner of my eye, I saw that one of the TV's hanging over the bar was showing breaking news. Since it was a bit quieter that night, I could faintly hear what it was.

Based on a few witnesses who had been in the area at the time of one of the murders, they managed to put a sketch together of the guy they thought did it. When it came up on screen, it looked vaguely familiar in the way that you faintly recognize someone in a movie or TV show. You think you've seen them before, but aren't sure where. In the drawing, the guy was wearing sunglasses so that made recognizing him a bit harder. Some hotline flashed across the screen so that anyone with a tip could call.

Seeing as I had nothing, I went back to my drink. Did he look familiar? Vague eyewitness sketches of police suspects are sort of like diagnosing yourself with a medical condition via the internet; if you weren't careful, anything could seem possible.

I didn't hear anything else about the matter until this morning. I was sitting at my desk on my lunch break when one of my coworkers came by.

"Hey, did you hear?" Jonathan asked.

"About what?" I looked up from my salad.

"They caught the guy who killed those kids,"

"Where is it?"

"Any local news," Jonathan replied as he walked away. I immediately pulled up some of our local newspapers. Right on the front page there it was.

"Suspect in Local Murders Arrested and Booked," blared my screen. "Police have arrested a suspect in connection with the murders of two local couples. According to police, the suspect will be arraigned tomorrow morning. A spokesman for the Hatton County Prosecutor's Office said based on the evidence obtained, they have every confidence justice will prevail."

When I saw the name and photo of the suspect, my jaw almost hit my desk.

It was the guy who made my Subway sandwich.

[thats-immortality]

hello my lovelies! hope you all are doing well. i’ve wanted to write an emison wedding vow prompt for a while and i finally got around to doing it. enjoy xx

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The day was finally here. The venue was decorated, the food was prepared, the guests were flown in from all different corners of the country. Before everyone knew it, it was just minutes before the ceremony and no one could wait. The butterflies that fluttered throughout both Emily and Alison’s stomachs made them both feel like they would start flying away any moment.

Everyone watched fondly as Grace and Lily walked down the aisle, tossing their flowers with the elegance of two little princesses. But that didn’t stop them from throwing their last handful at each other. They took their seats in the first row closest to the aisle, like their mommies told them to.

Next came, Aria, looking gorgeous as always, the navy blue dress she had chosen complimented her skin perfectly. She smiled at everyone she saw, and took her place at the head of the aisle.

After that came Spencer, her blue toned grey dress made her brunette hair really standout, especially the subtle blonde highlights that were added in a few days ago. She threw a smile at Aria and walked with elegance to the front. Taking her stance on the right side, a few steps down from where Aria was.

Then came Hanna, her matching blue toned grey dress made her tanned skin and blonde hair look perfect. The dress matched the color of her eyes to a T. She held back tears as she walked down the aisle and took her place on the left side, mirroring Spencer.

A few moments later, everyone rose as the music changed to something slower. Everyone turned around to spot a goddess looking brunette, in a lace white dress walking towards them. Her train seemed to run for a mile, and the slim cut of the dress hugged every inch of her perfectly. Everyone’s breaths caught in their throat as Emily made her way down the aisle, looking happier than anyone had ever seen her. She quickly pressed kisses to both Lily and Grace’s heads before taking her place next to Hanna.

There wasn’t a dry eye in the house by the time Alison walked out. Everyone quickly wiped at their eyes and turned their attention to the stunning vision that was before them. Alison’s princess style dress made her look like a dream, it fit every inch of her, and the beading around the sweetheart neckline and bodice, was just pure perfection.

When Emily had caught a glimpse of her, she felt a tear roll down her face. She had never seen something so beautiful and so perfect in her whole life the feeling was completely indescribable. All of her dreams were coming true.

When Alison had finally locked her eyes on Emily, it was like the world stopped. She couldn’t help but get emotional when she saw Emily in that dress, realizing that she looked just like a mermaid, her mermaid. Emily truly took her breath away and she couldn’t help the ridiculous smile that was on her face.

Alison quickly blew kisses to her baby girls and took her place in front of Spencer, handing her her bouquet and reaching for Emily’s hands.

“You look beautiful,” Emily said, her smile widening with every second she looked at Alison.

“And you look breathtaking,” Alison said, giving Emily’s hands a squeeze.

As everyone took their seats and the crowd began to quiet down, Aria quickly blinked the tears from her eyes and began the ceremony she’d known everyone had been waiting years for.

“Firstly, I want to welcome everyone here today. I want to thank everyone who has come from near and far to help me celebrate the marriage of two of the most amazing people I’ve ever known. Before we start the ceremony, I just want to say a few things to the two beautiful brides. Ali, Emily, I have had the absolute pleasure and honor of being able to watch you two fall in love with each other again and again everyday for the past 10 years, even though neither of you wanted to admit it.”

The crowd all let out a laugh in unison, as well as the two brides. Aria continued, “I know that it was far from easy for the both of you and you two have gone through things that are completely unimaginable. But somehow, you defied all the odds and you made it through. And I know that the love that you two share right now, is stronger than it has ever been and that love will only continue to grow. You both traveled a long road to get here, and on behalf of myself, Spencer and Hanna, we are so unbelievably happy and proud of the both of you and we can’t wait to see where your lives take you and your beautiful family.”

Alison and Emily quickly stole a glance to their two girls who were watching the whole thing intently.

“The brides have decided to write their own vows for today’s ceremony. Not that we really gave them any choice.”

The crowd laughed again.

"Emily, would you like to go first?” Aria asked.

Emily nodded and turned to around to Hanna. Hanna handed Emily her vows and Emily’s stomach began doing summersaults.

Emily took a deep breath and began reading the words that were straight from the heart, “Never in a million years did I think we’d be here. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that I’d actually be standing up here, in front of everyone we love, marrying the girl of my dreams and the love of my life. Never did I think that I’d be able to look over at the two beautiful little girls that you gave me, which I think are the best things we’ve ever done. If you had told me 10 years ago that this is where we would be, I probably would have laughed in your face because this was something I could have only dreamed about. The journey for us has already been long, and far from easy and painless, but it is because of our journey that I know we can get through anything life throws at us. Because as long as I have you and our girls, my life is perfect. I love you more than life itself, and I promise to continue to love you, to cherish you, to support you, and to always do the most ridiculous things I can think of to make you laugh for the rest of my life. Thank you for making all of my dreams come true, and for being a new dream that I want to achieve every single day.”

Emily turned around once more and retrieved the silver wedding band that she had engraved with the word “forever” on the inside from Hanna. She turned back to her beautiful bride and slid it on her ring finger. Suddenly, everything finally felt real.

“Okay, Ali,” Aria said, her voice thick with tears, “It’s your turn.”

Ali wiped the tears that were quietly running down her cheeks and turned to Spencer for her vows, “Well, first off, thank you for being the absolute hardest act to follow.”

The crowd let out a laugher once again.

“Somehow, someway, when I was at my absolute worst and the whole world was rightfully against me, you loved me through all of it. And it is because of you, that I am at my best. I am a better person everyday because of you. You always seem to talk of me like I saved you, but in reality, Emily, you saved me and you continue to save me again and again each and everyday. You’ve shown me what is truly means to love and to be loved, you showed me that it’s something to run towards and not run from. Through your incredible strength, you showed me how to be strong. You make me brave and make me feel as though I can conquer the world. You’ve always been the one to show me the light in an impossibly dark situation, because you are my light. You make every day worth living and you make every hardship there is worth it. From this day on, I promise to love you and to cherish you in all the ways you deserve. I promise stand by you through everything in life, I promise to never hide myself from you, I promise to lift you up whenever you’re feeling down like you’ve been doing for me for more years than I can count. Thank you for building a life and a family with me. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and that will never change. I love you more than any of these words will truly convey, and I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Ali, with tears running down her cheeks, slid the ring, which she had engraved “happy endings” on the inside, onto Emily’s ring finger. She pressed a gently kiss to Emily’s hand.

Aria tried her hardest to hold back her tears, but when she glanced at Hanna and Spencer and saw the tears running down their faces, she knew she didn’t stand a chance.

“What all of you have witnessed here today is true love. The kind of love that people write fairy tales and movies about. The kind of love that most people don’t think is achievable. The kind of love that comes from two people who were truly put on this earth for each other and each other only. Emily, Ali, thank you both so much for trusting me to do this, it meant the world to me and I love you both so much. So by the power invested in me, it is my absolute pleasure to pronounce these beautiful women as wives.”

Aria turned towards Emily and gave her a quick smirk, “Emily, go get your girl.”

“Gladly,” Emily said, reveling in the giggle that came from Alison. Emily quickly reached for Alison and pulled her close, capturing her lips at once. The cheering crowd became white noise all around them, the only thing present in their little world was the two of them.

Once they came back down to Earth, they turned towards the crowd. The cheers and screams coming from all of their loved ones sending their already excited spirits through the roof.

Hand in hand they walked down the steps, reaching where their two little girls sat. They had smiles on their faces that made Emily and Alison’s hearts soar. They quickly picked up their two little girls and walked hand in hand down the aisle, and into the rest of their lives together.

[slutrinium]

Chapter One

there's nothing more contagious than a child's laughter, until it's 1am, and you're home alone. A child maliciously laughing seems to be a subject in which many people don't want to talk about; it can be terrifying. What made it unpleasant tonight specifically was that it was 1am, and not only was I terrified, but I was home alone. It was late, and I couldn't sleep. My bed lacked comfort; every position I tried making it worse. My thoughts were consuming my every waking moment, making sleep nearly impossible. Today had been bad. After spilling coffee on my freshly shampooed 1977 Chevy Nova interior which I had already spent hours on, and accidentally shredding my notes to study for my uni exams instead of the 5 pound pile of junk mail, you could say I wanted a break more than anything. But my brain wanted something completely different. Around 1am I began hearing a child's voice. The child was young, and seemed excited. He began laughing - I couldn't help laugh along. A few moment later, a loud thud crashed against my bedroom wall; the impact pushing me forward. I was unaware if it was coming from the apartment next door or if I was delusional due to the lack of sleep, which wasn't unusual for me. My neighbours were loud on a regular basis, but I couldn't remember whether or not they had a child in which the laughing could be coming from. The thought of them not actually having a child made my teeth clench so hard it was painful, so I simply pretended they did. My curiosity grew as the young voice began hysterically laughing in the distance. It seemed like this went on for hours, but was merely a few moments. The tone of the laugher sent shivers up my spine, but I was too tired to care enough to observe and listen to where it might be coming from. The longer the child's voice rang, the more confused I became. I've reached my breaking point. Exhausted, I reeled in the effort to push myself up and began wandering around my grungy studio apartment, searching for the child I was hearing. My curiosity continued growing rapidly, but wasn't satisfied as the child was not found in even the darkest corners of my dimly lit apartment. My eyes scanned every corner and crack in the building from top to bottom, paying attention to even the most excruciating of details. This mystery seemed unsolvable. Throwing myself onto the bed, similarity to the way an angsty teen who didn't get their way would do, I tried to fall asleep. My eyes closed as the exhaustion crept up more every moment - my brain seemed significantly more uncooperative than usual. The endless thoughts continued racing through my head, like a never ending train on tracks. I soon noticed a paranoia had set in, as the thoughts proceeded on to a darker path. Desperately, I continued trying to convince myself a child was living in the apartment next door, but it became significantly harder to do as the hysterical laughter gradually performed a dramatic, thriller-like crescendo. My body began to uncontrollably tremble while I slid under the covers, as if a few sheets of cotton-based material would assist in shielding me from any harm. My thoughts began coming to life. While the clock ticked away, I continued trembling violently. My eyes seemed to be weighed down, and my breathing slowed as I finally fell asleep. Whether the laughter proceeded much longer, I couldn't tell, as it was calm during the moments I woke up. Opening my eyes I debated on getting out from the warm, safe blankets. After giving up the idea I would be productive at all during the day, I turned to the right, reaching for my phone. My body flinched violently as I noticed a small, child sized object under the covers. The voice I heard last night aggressively entered my mind, and I started to shiver. Cautiously I lifted my covers - but was delightfully surprised to see my 4 year old nephew. "How'd you get into my apartment?" I asked, receiving a doll-like, glazed look back. He asked innocently, "can you check if there's monsters under the bed?" I kneeled down, looking under the bed for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me, shivering. "There's somebody on your bed Auntie.. " I must have thrown myself back because my body hit the hardwood floor of my bedroom hard. The air was completely knocked out of my lungs on the way down, forcing me to take a few moments to breath steadily again. Weakly, I forced myself off the ground, embracing my real nephew who was hiding under the bed, and continued to the bedroom exit - still questioning how he got into my apartment in the first place. The nearly angelic 4 year old was shivering so hard I could barely keep him in my arms. His tiny hands linked together around my neck, squeezing as if he were convinced he'd fall 20 stories down. Tears began steadily streaming down his face, and his breathing shortened as the panic set in. Short, determined, light steps began following close behind, and all I could picture was a fire engine red haired Chucky doll running with a knife half his size. Tears began rolling down my back as my nephew sobbed. He was terrified, and my heart broke listening to his little voice cry out for help. I headed to the basement in hopes of a half decent hiding place; under the stairs, in one of the many dim corners, maybe even behind the obnoxiously large, red and orange rusted cabinet. While locking the door from the inside, I set my nephew down on the dampened concrete flooring. "Hide in the best spot you can find" my voice cracked, trying to hold back tears. He responded with a short nod. His little feet sprinted towards a large sink with an even larger cabinet underneath. Looking over at him making a few grunting noises to get my attention, he began pointing at the cabinet, informing me where he would be. I nodded in approval as he crawled into the dark, damp, "safe" place. Footsteps made their way towards the locked door until eventually the doorknob began shaking violently. I jumped so much it seemed my skin peeled from my body for a split second. Air shot into my lungs as I gasped dramatically for air I didn't need, yet I froze. Loud, pounding noises came from the door as if trying to break it down, almost covering the loud heart beat coming from my chest, ringing in my ears. About 30 seconds after originally freezing in place while the mysterious person violently tried to enter the damp, mold covered room, they succeeded in breaking the door down. Without looking up, witnessing the intruder, I tried with every ounce of energy in my body to move and protect the helpless 4 year old trying to hide; it seemed impossible. Finally, glancing up, I noticed a tall, dark shadow. I couldn't make out the face. I couldn't move. I couldn't protect. This is where it would end.