#and his eyes looked SO blue especially in this episode - like ocean blue

[jula483]

Dispatches from Myrtle Beach, Ep. 48

[rvlse]

Hello! I was wondering if I could request a new years kiss for lmk sun wukong x fem reader, if that's okay with you?

Hii! I'd be honored to take this request 🥰

THIS IS BASED OFF THE EPISODE: Revenge of The Spider Queen (Season 2, episode 0)

Off topic.. but holy cow I have gotten so many requests! I'm working on them all, and I can't be more grateful to all of you for giving me a chance. Love you guyss <3

(LMK SUN WUKONG X FEM! READER)

WARNINGS: nada, just a makeout and some implied freaky

Brown dust was flung at your face as Monkey King leaped up into the air, easily dodging your attack. Being the monkey’s successor was hard work, especially since he claimed he was “retired” and only actually trained you if you begged him to. Most of the time he just left deadly opponents up to you to defeat.

Focusing your attention back on the fight, you charged at him with your fist out, determined to actually hit him for once. 

With a yell, you threw your punch, praying it would land. 

It didn't. Of course. 

Instead, Monkey King grabbed you by your arm and absolutely hurled you against the mountainside, creating a massive crater just by the sheer force of how hard you’d slammed against it. You flopped to the floor again, exhausted. 

And, of course, the mountainside turned into a rockslide. Before you could move out of the way, gray stones came tumbling towards you. Wukong obviously wouldn’t let you actually hurt yourself, though, so he swooped in and hoisted you into his arms, forcing your legs around his waist as he held your back. 

Monkey King shifted out of the way, the rocks sliding past the two of you.

“Careful,” the monkey mumbled in your ear as he set you down, and you immediately flopped down on the ground, tired and worn out. You’d been doing this all day.

Wukong looked down at you, an amused expression on his features. 

“You already tired, kid?” he teased, his fluffy brown tail swishing back and forth in the light breeze.

“For the last time, I’m 21!” you protested, frowning. 

“And I’m immortal, babe,” he shot back, a grin revealing his sharp canines.

Your face heated up at the pet name he used. He always messed with you. 

“Whatever,” you mumbled under your breath, pushing yourself off the floor.

“So, how’d I win?” Wukong questioned, holding the most cockiest expression on his face.

Scowling, you answered, “you almost buried me under a rockslide.”

“Mhm. Why were you standing in the way of a rockslide?” he countered, raising his index finger in the air.

“Because you put me there,” you growled, fists now clenched at your sides.

“No no no no no, hun, I got you where I wanted you, by putting myself where you wanted me. See how that works?” he corrected you, the smirk on his lips growing wider. You just huffed in annoyance.

Wukong turned away from you, moving to the edge of his mountain.

Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms and walked the other way. You had made plans with your friends, and you didn't feel like being late.

You turned your head to tell the “Great Sage” that you were leaving, only for your jaw to completely drop.

Dumplings, bread, snacks, and drinks were laid out on an ocean blue and gold blanket that had appeared out of literal thin air, perfectly situated to watch the city of Megapolis down below.

Your eyes wandered to Monkey King, who had sat down to watch your reaction.

“What- what is this?” you spluttered, turning all the way around to fully face him.

The simian smirked and beckoned you closer.

“Come watch the fireworks with me,” he suggested, a light, gentle tone to his voice.

Internally panicking, you swallowed and opened your mouth.

“W-well I have… my friends…” you trailed off. If you were being real, you’d much rather spend your New Years with him than your chaotic besties. Knowing them, their party would most likely involve drinking and vandalizing property.

“Okay. I’ll watch them with you,” you agreed, smiling. Settling down next to him, you grabbed one of the various snacks he had prepared, and took a bite. 

“Mmm, these are good…” you mumbled, stuffing the whole thing in your mouth.

Unbeknownst to you, Monkey King was watching you, his jaw slack, mid-bite, with a blush on his cheeks. It wasn’t that you complimented him- he didn’t actually make the snacks… It was made of his hair. It was how you said it and the way you ate that prawn roll that suddenly made his pants a little tighter.

Tiny time skip :)

“It’s time!” you squealed excitedly, nudging Monkey King’s leg with your knee. Checking your watch, you saw it read 11:59 PM. So, so close!

Wukong watched you with a big, dopey smile on his face, happy to see you so excited about something. He’d done a pretty good job so far at hiding how badly he needed you. Like, he needed you bad. But, he was hoping he could keep up his facade for the rest of the night. 

“Ten, nine, eight, seven…” very faintly, the people of Megapolis could be heard, unitedly chanting the countdown until the brand new year.

You hopped up and down, feeling like you couldn’t wait another second.

You turned to Monkey King and started counting down, too.

“Five, four-” the monkey started counting with you, “-three, two, one…”

“HAPPY NEW YE-” your celebration was cut short as two hands grabbed your face. Monkey King slammed his lips onto yours, pulling you close as his tail went around your waist. 

Eyes going wide, hundreds of thoughts raced through your head all at once.

Was he seriously kissing you? Honestly, you should’ve seen it coming. He’d been acting weird all night. How should you react? Where do you put your hands during a kiss? It’s 2025! HOLY SHIT HE’S FUCKING KISSING ME.

So, you did the most logical thing you could possibly do in this moment. 

You tilted your head, relaxed your posture, let your eyes flutter shut, brought your hands up to the tie of his cape, and kissed him back.

The second Sun Wukong felt you kiss him back, a fiery, intense heat rose to his cheeks and a shudder ran down his spine. He expected you to push him away and yell at him or something, but you didn’t. 

You melted into him, let his tongue push into your mouth, let his hands move from your face to your waist.

After a couple more seconds, your mortality kicked in and you realized you had to breathe. 

Pulling away, you panted, and stared into the Monkey King’s eyes. They held a loving, happy gleam in them, as if he’d been waiting for this moment. 

“Why’d you do that?” you whispered, swallowing. 

Wukong didn’t answer you. He didn’t need to. 

He pulled you into a tight embrace, his hands around the small of your back, and rested his head on your shoulder.

You didn’t hesitate to hug him back. It was going to be a great new year.

I LOVED WRITING THISSS I LOVE YOU ALL

[axkirak]

The Curse of Cassandra [EP : II]

Read in Ao3 : here

Pairings:  Qimir x f!reader(SEAsians Reader)  [The Acolyte]

Content Rating : Mature 18+  Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warning (AT YOUR OWN RISK)

tags/themes : Alternate Universe - Dune & Star wars, Partners in Crime, Strangers to Lovers

Summary: your mother always reminded you, "You will never hate the desert. Your blood is the desert. The desert is your home and your tomb." but You hope desperately that your life will be different.

Status: finished writing this fic! (It will end in Episode 14)

A/N : Previously, I changed the story from a reader-insert to an OC due to backlash for specifying that the reader is SEA. I didn't enjoy writing it and nearly deleted it. However, support from AO3 readers encouraged me to stay true to my original style and affirmed that specifying the reader's ethnicity is not wrong (especially since Manny is also SEA). I’ll stick with the reader-insert style. If you don’t like that the reader is SEA, feel free to find other fics.

Also, today is my birthday. so I decided to give a gift to others by releasing a new chapter of my fanfic. I hope you like it.

➡  Intro // EP : 1 // EP : 3 // EP : 4 // EP : 5 // EP : 6 // EP : 7 // EP : 8 // EP : 9 // EP : 10 // EP : 11 // EP : 12 // EP : 13 // EP : 14 (Completed)

Special OS : Phantom Thread // My mother is my enemy

[Episodes 2] You will never hate the desert. Your blood is the desert. The desert is your home and your tomb

You realize how quickly your life has changed, as your feet tread on the wet sand of Pabu, a small planet far from your birthplace.

Tatooine—where you were born and raised, is almost at the edge of the galaxy. There's nothing pleasant to see except for vast stretches of dry sand. The air is scorching hot because there are two suns in the sky. The cities are teeming with thieves, thugs, and smugglers. You hate your home planet so much, but your mother always reminded you, "You will never hate the desert. Your blood is the desert. The desert is your home and your tomb."

You know that the desert your mother spoke of isn't Tatooine, but another similar planet. An ancient world that disappeared from galactic records along with the death of your ancestors.

It's funny how your family's fate has always been the same: born in the desert and dying in the desert.

You hope desperately that your life will be different.

"Stop daydreaming; we still have a lot of work to do."

Qimir's voice comes from behind. His elbow gently nudges your arm, urging you to hurry off the beach. You turn and glare at him in annoyance, but obediently comply. You lift the cargo box to your side and turn onto the old stone-paved road, the only path leading to the upper town, the main trading hub of this island.

After reluctantly living together for more than two years, you've finally been given an additional role beyond being a prisoner. You're now Qimir's temporary assistant, helping him transport contraband to sell on small planets outside the watchful eyes of the Empire's law enforcers.

Qimir is tall with long legs. It only takes him a few strides to reach your side. "Haven't you ever seen the sea before?" the man asks, noticing that you keep turning to look at the blue ocean.

You nod. The faint, fresh, salty smell of the sea and the strong wind blowing across your face make you feel better than usual. "I grew up on Tatooine. There's only desert there. I've never seen this much water before."

You fall silent, suddenly realizing you've said too much.

No matter what, you always stay cautious. You try to speak as little as possible when you're near this man. But Qimir is the opposite—he talks incessantly, which is annoying. The more you show your irritation, the more he keeps talking. It's obvious he's deliberately trying to provoke you.

And this time is no different. Once he notices you're avoiding further conversation, he takes over, telling you about Pabu and other planets without you asking. You want to pretend not to listen, but deep down, you can't help but be interested. You've never had the chance to travel or learn about life on other planets, having spent most of your time after your mother's death quietly hiding. Until you met Qimir,. He's traveled everywhere, and he seems to know everything. Many things sound nonsensical, but many are too interesting to ignore. Like the story of Mon Cala, a planet that's entirely ocean, with a grand capital city standing tall underwater, and most of its population looking like fish. Or the fact that black holes aren't empty as many believe, but home to strange and dangerous creatures. However, they remain an unsolvable mystery because no one who has gotten close to a black hole has ever survived to tell the tale.

"I’d love to see fish people," you mutter to yourself, but Qimir’s keen ears catch it.

There's an inexplicable sadness in those words, he thinks as he turns to look at your profile, half-hidden by hair blowing in the sea breeze. "If our ship passes by there, I might take you to see them," he says, his words unexpectedly gentle.

You press your lips tightly, not responding. Perhaps you would feel a bit more appreciative if you didn't already know that what he said would never happen.

You've seen it in your dreams. Prophetic dreams foretell the future. In about four months, Qimir will have to deliver his last expensive cargo—which is you—to his client.

But beyond that... a shadow of doom completely obscured the future. You don't even know what this dream means. It's too dark to see, too terrifying, and too mysterious to understand. But one thing you're sure of, that day will be a day of death. And the clearest path is your own demise.

You frown. For a moment, you suddenly feel something—not in the form of a vision, but a deep premonition hiding beneath your consciousness.

A revelation is approaching.

But you are at a loss to determine what it could be.

Due to Pabu's highly liberal political policies, the city's population includes many immigrants from other planets, most of whom are often outlaws. This means an increase in the number of thieves and robbers, and consequently, a higher chance of being ambushed.

No place in the city was entirely safe, so Qimir decided to set up camp outside the city instead. He called it a vacation home, even though nothing about it resembles a house In reality, it's a large cave on a seaside cliff, which had been modified to resemble a living space. It's somewhat odd and out of place, but it has everything a typical home would have, all neatly organized. There are beds and desks carved from the gray stone of the cave, a small kitchen adjacent to the pantry, and even an old cleaning droid on duty.

For you, this place is much quieter than the city. There aren’t even small animals around, let alone people passing by. It’s an ideal spot for meditation or perhaps trying to use your visions again to find a way to escape.

Of course, you haven't given up on your original intention. You’re just waiting for the right moment.

But you can't use your visions recklessly. It’s not just that you don’t want to; foresight is too dangerous, It’s a trade-off that isn’t worth the risk. The future is not like the past. There are countless branching paths that can change at any moment. The further you look, the more painful it becomes, and you risk losing your sanity. You don't have the strong prophetic abilities of your ancestors. You are a weak, distant descendant. Without the training your mother forced upon you, you probably would have died before you turned fifteen.

For safety, you decide to look at the near future, roughly calculating the chances of what will happen tomorrow if you decide to escape. All the results lead to only one path: no matter how you try to escape, Qimir will still catch you.

You sigh in frustration, silently questioning yourself. which path could possibly help you avoid death?

"We are **** ******** We don't hope, we plan"

Your mother's voice echoes repeatedly in your head as you lie with your eyes closed on the hard stone bed, trying to meditate silently instead of falling asleep as you should.

You spend the whole night pondering the things your mother taught you, until the morning sunlight creeps in through the cave mouth, gradually dispelling the darkness of the night.

You hear Qimir stirring, getting up from his bed, followed by the sound of coarse fabric rubbing and footsteps as quiet as a cat sneaking out silently. He always goes out at the same time and returns later in the morning. Qimir never tells you what he does, and you never ask. You don't want to talk to him more than necessary.

...But that doesn't mean you're not curious.

You step down from the bed, feeling the stiffness that gnaws at every part of your body, especially your legs. You shake out your legs before walking outside the cave, following the earlier footprints stretching across the sandy beach. The early morning air is quite cool because the sun hasn't fully risen yet, making the sea breeze chilly. You hug yourself to ward off the cold, regretting not bringing a cloak. All you have on is a long-sleeved cotton shirt and baggy brown pants made of low-quality fabric, so thin they barely protect you from anything.

Soon you notice a pile of clothes left on the sand near a rocky outcrop by the beach. You recognize them as Qimir's clothes. You scan the area for Qimir before spotting his tall figure soaking in the water, naked and relaxed amidst the sea and the surrounding rocks of various sizes, which look like protective ramparts or a hidden place secluded from the outside world.

The sight makes you startle, almost exclaim but manage to stop yourself. Embarrassment quickly forms as a flush of heat spreads across both your cheeks. You didn't expect to intrude on his private time like this. Luckily, Qimir has his back to you; otherwise, you would have felt even more awkward if he had seen you first.

You know that the best thing to do right now is to quietly slip away before Qimir notices. However, something about him catches your eye first.

It's the large scar on his back—a terrifying long mark crossed-shaped. It definitely doesn't look like a scar from a mere accident, but more like someone intentionally tried to take his life.

You frown, confused, curious, mixed with a strange sense of apprehension towards Qimir. What could he have done to deserve this?

For the first time, you realize that you don't know anything about this man, except for the name he told you.

"If you're going to stare at me this long, I might have to start charging you."

You jump in surprise. Qimir didn't even turn to look at you when he said this.

Before you can make an excuse or hurry away, he turns back as if anticipating it, meeting your eyes openly with a mischievous, teasing smile. Those black eyes look particularly intense, contrasting with his pale skin in the water.

"Want to join in?"

His hand sweeps back the damp hair falling over his face before he swims closer to you. Water droplets cling to his tall, muscular frame, sparkling like gems in the sunlight, breathtakingly beautiful and alluring.

The sight makes you breathless, as if you're drowning underwater even though you're standing on solid ground.

It takes almost a moment before you regain your composure. Your feet quickly retreat from the shore, as if afraid he might drag you into the sea. "Don't move!" you shout at him when you see Qimir about to rise from the water while still naked, leaving you flustered and unsure of where to look.

Qimir can't help but laugh at your mix of shock and anger. "If you're not going to join me, I'd like to put my clothes back on." The man points to the pile of black clothes near your feet. "But if you want to see me naked, I don't mind," he smiles innocently, his sparkling eyes never leaving you for a second.

You feel increasingly irritated. You know he's trying to tease you again.

You want to get back at him somehow, even just a little.

Your eyes glance down at his clothes on the sand, and suddenly you have an idea.

"Your suggestion is very interesting," You nod at him before reaching down to pick up his clothes. "Seeing you walk around naked would be quite a sight indeed."

Qimir's eyes widen, only realizing what's happening when he sees you clutching his clothes and running away at full speed.

"You!! Stop right there!"

The shouting voice behind you sounds closer than you expect. You quickly glance back and see Qimir chasing after you rapidly, still naked. His bare body and flustered expression are both hilarious and amusing. The allure he had before is completely gone.

You can't stop laughing, even as he finally catches up to you.

You stand no chance against Qimir in terms of size or strength. As soon as he grabs you, the outcome is inevitable. After a brief struggle, Qimir trips you, causing you to fall onto the sand. The impact leaves you winded, but you keep laughing even while lying there. It is the first time in a year that you have the chance to laugh so heartily and for so long.

Qimir hurriedly dresses as fast as he can, glaring at you as you show no signs of stopping your laughter. He then sits down beside you, his broad chest under his clothes rising and falling with rapid breaths, exhausted from the sudden morning exercise. "You little brat," he says to you, still panting, trying to contain his anger. "I should just kill you."

He means it; he isn't joking. If anyone else had heard this, they might have been terrified, but you don't care. You are laughing so hard you can barely breathe, your cheeks flushed with a rosy glow, as vibrant as any typical teenager should be. Qimir stares at you without blinking, this time not in anger but in contemplation.

You have never smiled or laughed before, not even once. You always wear an expression as if you are carrying the weight of the entire world, like someone hiding something deep in their heart or someone who has experienced too many terrible things to mention. Many times, he senses this—you seem like someone much older, perhaps even more than him, as if an old soul is trapped in your youthful body.

Who exactly is this woman? He wonders, looking at your plain, unremarkable face. There is nothing particularly memorable about it, except for your eyes. They are the deepest, most brilliant blue he has ever seen.

There is something both captivating and unsettling about you.

"You have talent, you're cunning and quick. You'd make a good thief. Could be quite helpful in my work."

You stop laughing and look up at Qimir. His tone sounds too serious to be joking, but his lips are curved into a smile, completely different from his angry demeanor earlier. "Are you offering to teach me?" you ask, confused.

"Would you like to learn?"

You let out a dry laugh, shaking your head slowly. "What's the point, when I'm probably going to..."

You don’t finish your sentence, letting it trail off. The bright expression from moments ago is fading once more.

"When you're what?" Qimir asks, his curiosity about you growing stronger.

"Nothing," you answer his question with the same phrase you always use, while painfully swallowing the word 'die', unwilling to reveal more.

You don't realize the sharp, intense gaze from Qimir, subtly hidden beneath his friendly smile.

...and you certainly don't realize that your choice to remain silent might lead to events spiraling beyond control.

[rosamariaa]

Wolfstar beach episode | nsfw-ish (just a tiny bit) |

You could say that Sirius Black is always in control of his emotions and impulses. Yes, people often say he is reckless and doesn't think before doing something, but this doesn't mean he loses control easily. Especially when it comes to his feelings—he promised himself long ago that he would always be 100% true to himself and his emotions. There’s no such thing as his mind playing tricks on him or feeling emotions he doesn’t understand. He is his own best understander.

So, you see, it's all very inconvenient when his mind goes blank and a static noise fills his brain when he looks to his side and sees... freckles. There's a blue, glistening ocean in front of him, a gently salt-filled breeze filling up his nose and a very bright and very hot sun overhead but all he can think about is a sun-kissed back and so many little freckles everywhere, he can't look anywhere else. And it's all the fault of a one Remus Lupin.

Sirius has come to the conclusion that it's a visceral reaction, really. It just can’t be helped.

Lately, all his previous beliefs about having complete control over his thoughts and reactions have been thrown out the window by the lanky boy currently lying on his stomach, quietly reading a book. Remus is propped up on his elbows, holding the book open with one hand while using the other to push and pull at his bottom lip—apparently a habit he has while reading. Sirius noticed. Because he’s been looking at Remus and at his slightly curved lips, at his back, at freckles…

Those damn freckles. Sirius wants to… well, he doesn’t really know what he wants. He wants to look at them some more, trace them with his fingers, see if they form a constellation. He also wants to kiss them, see if they taste like ocean water or sun-kissed skin—or maybe something uniquely Remus that he’s dying to find out what it tastes like.

He wants to do so many things at once, but in the end, he finally just lifts his hand and gently presses the pad of his middle finger onto a lonely freckle near the edge of Remus’ left shoulder. It’s such a light touch that Remus doesn’t even seem to notice; he’s still darting his eyes across the page, frowning at random paragraphs, fully immersed in his reading.

Emboldened by the knowledge that he isn't going to explode into pieces if he touches his friend, Sirius then continues his exploration. Remus' back is warm from the relentless sun and, knowing him, Sirius is sure he didn't apply sunscreen today and is about to get sun-burned. Sirius can apply it for him. Later. If Remus wants to. Now he is focused on his task.

He starts slow, leaving the first lonely freckle behind and moving up to Remus' shoulder, where he has the most of them. Then, he uses his fingertips to trace patterns on Remus skin, starting from his shoulders, down from there, then up again, close to his neck. It's all very natural, honestly. Sirius is sitting on the sand, propped up on his elbows while also caressing one of his childhood best friends that is laid shirtless besides him.

Remus doesn't really show any reaction and Sirius wonders if he is even feeling the touches but then... then Sirius draws a precise line from the back of Remus’ neck to the middle of his back, and oh, Remus definitely feels that. His hand stills mid-page, and a trail of goosebumps erupts across his skin.

Sirius feels a slow grin creep across his face.

He does it again, drags his nail from the end of Remus spine to the middle of his shoulder blades and yeah, there's no mistaking the reaction this particular action has on Remus from the way he puts his book down and looks up at Sirius, eyes squinting against the sun.

"What are you—" He begins but then Sirius does it again, now with three fingertips and Remus cuts himself off with an involuntary huff of laughter.

He groans and buries his face on his arms. "Don't do that— you know I'm ticklish" He mumbles, his voice muffled.

"OSirius says, stopping his hand on the small of Remus’ back and leaning forward, closer to Remus’ buried face. "I had no idea, actually."

"Yeah, well, " Remus lifts his head slightly. "Now you know"

They are close, now. Too close, and Sirius' hand is still resting open on Remus' back when he, absentmindedly, decides to slide it to his waist. Suddenly, Sirius feels his body temperature go a degree higher with the realisation that he is touching Remus—Actually touching, not only featherlike teasing.

Remus smiles lazily, and rests his head on his hand, eyeing the hand on his waist. "Are you going to give me a massage or what?"

He’s teasing. Sirius feels his insides turn to mush, his face growing warm while Remus mocks him. Sirius wants to crawl into the sand. He also wants to give him that massage.

"Hell no" Sirius huffs a laughter, taking his hands off Remus but promptly clamps it down on his shoulder, now redder than ever and clearly sore from the sun.

"ah, ah—fucking hell, Sirius" Remus winces, trying to pull away, but there’s not much room to go since he’s lying down.

"You know what you need? Sunscreen, you maniac" Sirius says, finally letting it go.

Remus flops down again. " Too tired to do it, tho"

Sirius snorts and lays back down on his elbows. "Tired from doing what? Reading on the sun-" Remus blindly reaches back with his arm to swat at him.

"If you're so pressed, put it on me then" Remus mutters.

Sirius almost chokes with his own saliva and feels his insides going warm again at the thought of getting to put something in Remus.

He takes a deep breath, looks up at the bright sky and mutters a quick pray. He is not a religious person by any means.

"Sure, if it prevents you from turning into a red crab" He sits up and looks for the sunscreen bottle buried somewhere in the sand.

"That doesn't even make sense..." He hears Remus muffled voice from somewhere behind him.

And so, like the brave man Sirius is, he gets the sunscreen and gets on his knees next to Remus, who’s still lying on his stomach, only his eyes visible above his crossed arms. Sirius rolls his eyes playfully, and Remus responds with a soft laugh.

Sirius squeezes the sunscreen on his palm and starts with Remus' shoulders. He hears him do a little hiss of pain and apologises, massaging the product more gently around all the expanse of Remus' back, but this time around he already knows all the freckles that adorn his skin. All the different textures and dents and little scars Remus' doesn't like to talk about— all of them engraved into his memory.

He joked about Remus being tired moments before, but it really must be true because moments later Sirius finds him with his eyes closed, hair falling on his face and gently swaying with the wind. His mouth is slightly open and Sirius can see a bit of a crooked tooth and the whiplash from wanting to trace, lick and grab every patch of Remus' skin to wanting to pick him up, tuck his head on his neck and stroke his hair has left Sirius a bit nauseous.

"Hey" He whispers softly, trying to wake him up.

Remus stirs slightly but doesn't really move. Sirius reaches down to brush some of hair away from his eyes and tries again. "Hey, Rem?"

Slowly and blinking softly, Remus opens his eyes and Sirius has never felt such a desire to kiss someone else's eyes or nose or mouth all at the same time before.

"Want to go back inside?" He smiles softly. "We're going to get lunch in a bit but there's time for a nap, if you want?"

Remus looks tiredly around for a moment and settles his eyes on their friends, a bit far away playing and swimming in the water. "Hmm... I have to go tell—"

"No, no. I tell them and you can just go back" Sirius only gives Remus time to nod before he gets up quickly and strides off to the water. All the while he feels his legs like jelly and his neck warm (and not only because of the sun).

what the fuck is going on with me what the fuck is going on with me what the fuck-

He tells his friends he is going back to the house with Remus and only gets a few Okay's and some ironic snorts in return, which he frankly doesn't understand and stops trying to when he gets back and Remus is standing there, eyes tired and soft and waiting for him to get closer before taking Sirius' hand on his own and walking to their rented beach house.

And so the morning ends with both Sirius and Remus throwing themselves into Sirius king size bed, feet dangling off the edge and sand on their feet, sleeping peacefully. Sirius is going to wake up a few hours later, annoyed because he can't believe they got his bed full of sand, and he will look to the side and see freckles—freckles everywhere.

[not-poignant]

Birthday Spotlight - Dr Gary Konowalous

[13th January - Capricorn]

Known first and foremost as the MVP of Falling Falling Stars, Dr Gary was a runaway hit even though he was never meant to be in anything more than a handful of reminiscences re: Efnisien's sessions with a psychologist who specialised in criminal juvenile behaviour, especially those who leaned towards murder, rape, arson and animal cruelty.

The Director of Hillview eventually came to be featured in the Underline the Rainbow alternate universe, an omegaverse where he is the Director of Hillview Omega Rehabilitation, a peak alpha, and the unlikely partner of Efnisien ap Wledig in an unusual m/m romance. Going from psychologist in one serial to lover and main character in another is a pretty big glow up!

‘You touch the lives of the people around you, Efnisien. In the past, all you saw was the negative ways you influenced them. I’m sure that will be the main way you orient to the world going into the future, though as I always say – we’ll work on it. But you do have an influence on the lives of the people around you. Sometimes it’s fleeting. But sometimes it’s meaningful, and important, and quite a remarkable thing. ‘I enjoy you as a client, not only because I enjoy the work we do together as a professional, but also because I enjoy the young man you are. You’re kind and compassionate, funny, and sometimes possessed with a very wicked sense of humour which I frankly find quite relatable. You’re insightful and courageous.’

Falling Falling Stars

Spoils of the Spoiled - A minor character referred to by name only, and the diagnostician of Efnisien ap Wledig, formally diagnosing him with Pure O (a form of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder).

Falling Falling Stars - Intended to only be a side character with minor cameos, Dr Gary quickly became the MVP of this long running serial, and was as much a star of this story as Efnisien and Arden!

The Moon is Down - A oneshot between Dr Gary and Mika from Falling Falling Stars.

Constellations - A Gwyn + Efnisien reconciliation story in the Falling Falling Stars universe.

Underline the Black - Main POV character alongside Efnisien ap Wledig. An enemies-to-lovers, alpha/alpha romance, with very unconventional dynamics and a significant (20+ year) age gap!

Underline the Gold - Cameo role

Underline the Blue - Cameo role

Underline the Red - More significant character here, and the unlikely antagonist

PhD of Psychology

Specialises in niche psychology (juvenile criminals/sociopaths in Falling Falling Stars, omega rehabilitation in Underline the Black)

Has a golden retriever - Polly - who is the goodest girl ever

He is dry, witty, dominating, a top, compassionate, insightful, bullish, heavy-handed, can be ruthless, and quick to apologise (though he has to be!)

Older. Age undisclosed in Falling Falling Stars, but he's 44 in Underline the Black.

The scene where he dropped absolutely everything to save Efnisien's life in Falling Falling Stars

Every time he's made Efnisien cry

Being so extra in an omegaverse that he's a literal "peak alpha."

Workaholic!

Consistently helping Efnisien realise the world can be a better place, usually after upsetting him a lot beforehand.

Dumping Efnisien into the ocean (just about) to snap him out of a dissociative episode.

The blue cup

His espresso + wine habit in Underline the Black

Chain-smoking his dead lover's cigarettes while moodily staring at the beach, in Underline the Black, like a 44 year old emo kid.

That good old PhD in psychology

He keeps his wry sense of humour

He always owns Hillview!

He cares deeply for Efnisien

Good dresser! Likes suits.

He pushes too hard

He has a strong sense of inner justice and equality

Needs a holiday

His appearance was intentionally never described in Falling Falling Stars so that people could imagine their own safe version of a psychologist! That's nearly 780k of never telling you his hair or eye colour, for example! Many people swear they know what he looks like, and are surprised to realise I never said a word about what he looks like in this story. Much to the rage and chagrin of fanartists (I'm sorry!)

Dr Gary's therapy sessions have inspired multiple readers to seek therapists of their own, and some people have described him as being the therapy they needed. Sometimes fiction just hits right, especially when Dr Gary's in the room. (He's a pretty annoying therapist though!)

I started shipping Efnisien and Dr Gary in the first 3 chapters of Falling Falling Stars, and then had to stop myself for the rest of the story to maintain their professional relationship. But in a way, the seeds for Underline the Black were sown a long time ago!

After typing 'Dr Gary' for so long in Falling Falling Stars, it took ages to train myself to write 'Gary' in Underline the Black! Thankfully it took Efnisien a while to get on board with saying 'Gary' instead of 'Dr Gary' as well. :D

‘Did you fuck me?’ Efnisien croaked, thinking he should be presenting a more macho image right now, but waking up to that dog touching him – and feeling a bit like he might be dying – was making it hard to manage much at all. ‘You would know if I’d fucked you,’ Dr Gary said, voice wry.

Underline the Black

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The Bad Batch: Valkyrie

Episode 14: The Summit

warnings: sexual connotations, angst (I am so sorry)

Specter stared off into the deep blue horizon of the nighttime ocean. The breeze ruffled her short hair and dried any tears that formed in the corner of her eyes. She had only stepped just outside of the ship and listened to the others formulate an idea of what to do next. But then there was a chance of saving Crosshair, and she had to walk even further away. 

Footsteps. 

She quickly wiped her face and allowed Hunter to sit next to her on the ledge of the wall surrounding the top of the island.

“Sorry, I had to step out,” she excused.

“I understand. Believe me, I’m wary about it too,” he sympathized.

“It’s not that,” she stopped him, but struggled to find how to explain what she was feeling. Hunter put a comforting hand on top of hers. “It’s just that after all this time, I thought I would be fine. I felt okay with where I was without him… but now with the hope and possibility of being able to save him…” she trailed off and cleared her throat, “it’s like I’m coming apart piece by piece.” It pained Hunter to think of how hurt Specter was. 

“I know you’re worried about losing it all, again. And I am too—I’m terrified of losing everything we worked for here,” she admitted, her lip quivering a little as tears broke free. Hunter shuffled closer and wrapped an arm around her. 

“Hey,” he soothed her, “look at me, starlight. The stakes for this mission are high, especially now that we have something to lose.” He reached over to wipe a tear and hold the side of her face. “But you remember what I said last night?” he asked. She huffed in amusement, despite the tears.

“You said a lot of things last night,” she teased. Hunter smiled to himself as flashbacks played through his mind. “And this morning,” she added. He chuckled then.

“Stop it you,” he growled, waiting for her to finish giggling. “I said, that no matter where we are or what we do, as long as we’re all together—as long as I’m with you—I have everything I could ever need,” he recited, holding the side of her face. “Whatever happens with this mission, and every mission beyond that, we’ll figure it out together.” Specter nodded, putting her hand on top of his. 

“I just want him to be okay,” she whispered. “He’s still my twin… I still love him.”

“I love him too. And of course he’ll be okay; it’s because he’s your twin that he’s too stubborn to give up,” Hunter reassured. She smiled, leaning into his touch. 

“How do you always know what to say?”

“Call it a talent,” he shrugged, leaning forward and meeting her lips in the middle, softly and gently. He felt Specter relax under his touch and angle her head to kiss him deeper, he breathed in her scent. They pulled away, pressing their foreheads against each other, gazing into each other’s eyes in an attempt to calm their racing hearts.

“We don’t have much time. We should go,” Hunter suggested, his voice rough. Specter nodded, determined now to get one step closer to saving her twin. 

Specter supervised Omega as the girl said goodbye to Phee, standing just outside the Marauder with Tech, who was “making a final external inspection”. She was genuinely surprised he hadn’t made any moves—and even more so that Phee hadn’t, given her clear flirtations toward the clone.

The girl came running back to the ship, Specter ushered her inside so Tech and Phee could say their goodbyes. She watched and listened from the entrance.

“So, you were just going to leave without saying goodbye,” Phee stated, standing close to Tech.

“That is correct,” he bluntly answered. Phee waited for more, raising an eyebrow. “Did you require a briefing?” he added, unable to meet her gaze. 

“You know, when two friends are talking, it’s called a conversation,” she pointed out, irritated by his lack of response. Tech only adjusted his goggles and continued to stare at his datapad. “Well, don’t go running off with any pirates or smugglers while you’re gone.”

“Yes. This mission should not involve either.” He brought the datapad closer to his face. Phee scoffed and forced it down so he would have to look at her. 

“That’s not exactly what I was getting at,” she practically seethed. He said nothing, wincing a little in nervousness. She relaxed and smiled a little, chuckling. “See you around, brown eyes.” Phee turned to walk away, and although Tech smiled after her, he turned to walk into the ship—only to be stopped by Specter. 

“Will you let me pass?” he said, clearly wanting to get inside as quick as he could. 

“You’ll regret it if you don’t say anything more,” she said instead, crossing her arms. “And so will she,” she added softly. Tech sighed, knowing she was right. Specter physically turned him around and practically shoved him back out the door. 

“Phee!” he called out before she got too far away. The woman turned, almost as though she were waiting for it, coming close once again. “I… I am grateful to you,” he started. “In being a friend to Omega and to the rest of us… to me. I’m thankful for the time spent and hope this mission—however perilous—does not draw us away,” he admitted. Phee smiled, happy to hear the truthful sentiment.

“Well, I’m thankful for you too,” she said, her tone less playful, more sincere. He smiled as well; Phee stood on her toes and quickly kissed his cheek before leaving once more. Tech was stunned and froze for a moment, then he turned to make his way back to the ship, lighter on his feet. Wrecker had powered up the ship and begun liftoff procedures almost as soon as Tech stepped foot inside. 

“Satisfactory?” he asked Specter.

“Yes. Thank you,” she said, bowing her head in appreciation. “I know I can be annoying sometimes though. So I am sorry for that.” 

“...Not always,” Tech replied. Specter tilted her head in curiosity. “It is not unbearable. It is about the same quantifiable amount from any younger sister to an older brother,” he explained. “Frankly I’ve grown used to it and—dare I say—come to enjoy your teasing and sarcastic whim. Though I often misunderstand.” 

“You think of me as your little sister?” Specter asked, having hung heavily on those words. Tech adjusted his goggles. 

“Of course I do. I thought it was obvious,” he said, back to his old self. Specter hugged him, not expecting any response, before going into the cockpit to prepare for the flight to Eriadu.

“I have identified a suitable location to land outside their sensor range,” said Tech. The team was quickly approaching the end of the line, Specter nervously chewed on her nails through her body glove; Wrecker offered her and Omega a snack he had packed from Pabu, but she politely refused it, worried she would only heave it back up. Adrenaline pumped through her veins, Specter tried to recenter her focus, reminding herself that they were on an important mission and not just an excursion, and that she was still a soldier.

“How are we supposed to be bypassing those cruisers?” Hunter asked, pointing out on the screen the star cruisers that would be guarding their approach. 

“Using a clearance code Rex and I acquired from one of our contacts,” Echo answered. 

“Good to have you back, Echo. Just like old times,” Wrecker leaned forward with a smile.

The ship exited hyperspace, Eriadu and a trio of gigantic cruisers guarding the approach point grew closer.

“Wrecker, man the tail gun. Just in case,” Hunter suggested.

“You got it,” he agreed, standing to make his way to the rear. Specter went to take his seat, leg bouncing in anticipation.

“Transmitting clearance codes,” Echo announced.

“If this doesn’t work, be ready to fly out of here,” Hunter muttered. Specter could tell he was nervous; their sergeant didn’t usually get pre-mission jitters—at least not that she could ever tell—but this time was obvious. They had a lot on the line. Specter could feel the ghost of sunlight and an ocean breeze brush her cheek. 

She remembered they were waiting anxiously for a response.

“Vessel 1143, you are clear for approach,” the Imperial technician responded. Specter audibly sighed and leaned back in the seat. Tech and Echo flew the Marauder past fluffy clouds and past mountain tops that jutted through, landing on a wide cliff ledge.

“Let’s make this quick, before they realize we didn’t land at the base,” Echo suggested as they all cautiously exited the ship. Specter shrugged her shoulders, still adjusting to wearing her full armor again after having gone without it on Pabu. She remembered instead a warmth enveloping her, either from a blanket or the gentlest of hands.

“Spec,” Hunter called. She stood at attention by his side, brushing it away. “Scout ahead of our approach. Keep an eye out for any guards or access points.” She silently saluted and disappeared among the trees: there was no trace of her. Wrecker audibly shivered.

“I hate it when she does that. So creepy,” he said.

“I can still hear you, Wrecker,” she said over comms, causing him to jump. 

“What kind of approach are we making? A side-wind breach?” Omega quietly asked as they made their way through a small patch of trees. 

“It worked on Raxus,” Tech added. 

“It won’t work here. The Empire’s protocols have changed since then,” Echo refuted. 

“Thanks to us,” Wrecker scoffed and chuckled. 

“No tank and no explosions this time, Wrecker,” said Echo. Wrecker groaned in complaint, kicking his feet a little in disappointment.

“Fine,” he grumbled, walking on.

Specter was already scouting through her rifle scope by the time the others arrived at the ledge closest to a rail line tower. 

“Sitrep,” Hunter requested. 

“The compound is heavily fortified,” she pointed toward a nearby peak that housed the complex. “But there’s a weak point in the rail line that we can use to our advantage. I’m thinking we can slip past the sensor and hitch a ride under one of the cars.”

“You mean hang? Over that?” Omega asked incredulously, looking at the dense fog that hid more cliffs and the planet's surface. 

“There’s no other way to the compound, hun. Not unless we fly up to the front door; which technically wouldn’t be a problem, but then we’d still have to escape,” Specter said. Hunter considered the information, envisioning the plan playing out. 

“Can you disable the sensor?” he asked her. She clicked her tongue.

“In theory yes, but that would trigger an alert. The feed would need to only be temporarily disrupted; I’m not good at that,” she admitted before pointing to Tech, “but he is.” Hunter nodded in agreement, looking to Tech for the next steps.

“I can estimate only 30 seconds for us to clear the zone before it reactivates,” he said. “We must be precise.” They all looked at Wrecker, who was not known for being precise, let alone with heights. 

“What? I can handle it!” he insisted. They all turned away again, preparing Tech for the job. Echo handed him a grappling line while Hunter used his binoculars to track the timing. He held up his hand, signalling for Tech to hold his position.

He dropped it. Tech ran, curving his path and firing the grappling line, swinging around in an arch and making it up to the platform, though he almost slipped. Specter bit her tongue out of habit. Even Tech would admit that he was not as graceful as her. She turned her scope onto him to monitor his progress; he removed the panel he needed and connected his datapad to the system, carefully integrating into the system to cause the short disruption. 

“Stand by,” he said. The rest of the Batchers stood up, ready to move in with their own grappling lines ready. They caught sight of an oncoming car.

“Another railcar is approaching. Are we set?” Hunter asked through comms.

“Not yet,” Tech replied, still concentrating. Specter tapped her foot in anticipation, the railcar was getting closer. “The sensor is down. Move in!” ordered Tech. They all ran to the edge of the cliff, firing their lines into the side of the railcar, Tech into the back. Specter held on tight to the side, letting the adrenaline work through her system. She glanced at Omega, who smiled in turn. 

“How are you doing back there, Tech?” Specter asked. 

“As good as one can be in this situation,” he answered. They held on for the ride for a while before Echo noted that they were-

“Halfway there.”

“This isn’t so bad,” Wrecker chuckled nervously until he looked down, seeing rocky terrain under clouds. “Never mind,” he groaned, feeling a little sick.

“Hey, at least you didn’t have to jump out of an airship way back when we first started working with Cody,” Specter teased. Wrecker groaned again. 

“I think one of us enjoyed doing that a little too much,” Hunter added. 

It was one of their earlier missions, just as Clone Force 99 was rising in popularity. The only way to infiltrate a Separatist citadel was for Hunter and the twins to jump from an airship while Tech and Wrecker managed a ground assault distraction. It was the mission where she earned the name Specter.

While she reminisced, the railcar slowed its approach and entered the port in the complex. The Batch jumped off, Hunter punched a guard off the rails, Tech shot an approaching one as he joined them. The team crouched as the entrance door opened and an unfortunate guard was shot by Hunter, who led them inside. So far their presence had not been alerted, even as they entered the main docking bay, hiding behind a pile of cargo crates. 

“Which ship is Hemlock’s?” Omega asked. 

“We need to access the hangar manifest from the control room,” Echo said, looking up to the room above them. 

“Tech, Echo, with me,” Hunter instructed. “You three, plant the homing beacon.” Specter panicked in a split second.

“Sarge,” she whispered, pulling Hunter aside. She pulled off her helmet, just over her face, he copied her and barely had time to register her lips on his. It was short, but he still kissed her back. Their helmets were back on in no time.

“We shouldn’t be gone for long. What was that for?” he asked.

“Just a feeling,” she explained. He pressed the forehead of his helmet against hers. They had waited so long—too long—and now everything was at risk. “Be careful.” He nodded and went to join Echo and Tech. She turned back towards Wrecker and Omega.

“How cute,” the girl quietly squealed, grinning. Wrecker chuckled too, giving a thumbs up. Specter blushed under her helmet and crouched by them. “We should probably get to higher ground,” Omega suggested, glancing at the top of the storage container they were pressed against. 

“Good idea, kiddo,” complimented Wrecker. Specter nodded in agreement before leading the short climb. Just as they got to the top, Tech chimed in.

“Found it. Hemlock’s shuttle is at docking lane four,” he said.

“Copy that,” Omega whispered, pulling out her binoculars and finding the ship.

Up in the control room, Echo found something curious in the system, humming aloud in curiosity.

“Something’s not right,” he said. “Many of the surveillance systems have had cycled deactivations in various corridors.” He looked to Tech, who squinted in concern.

“That is highly irregular, considering the number of top-ranking Imperial officers present.”

“Tech, let’s check it out. Echo, keep an eye on things,” Hunter ordered.

“You mean keep an eye on your girlfriend?” he teased. Hunter couldn’t argue, only sighing in response. 

“Just keep watch.” He and Tech ran off to investigate, Echo laughed to himself.

“That’s Hemlock’s ship,” Omega pointed out the shuttle in the fourth lane. A small signal drew their attention to a few troopers down below. “It’s too exposed. How are we supposed to get to it?”

“There’s not enough cover for me,” Wrecker observed. “Specter?” She shook her head.

“Too open. Even for me.” 

“There’s enough cover for you. You think you can handle it?” Wrecker turned towards Omega again. 

“Not a problem,” she affirmed. 

“Good. Here, take the beacon. I’ll keep an eye out,” he handed her the homing beacon. Omega took it and darted off, sticking to the shadows and blind spots like Specter had taught her. While Wrecker settled on his stomach to watch the girl, Specter snuck off the container, keeping an eye on the ground as the girl snuck beside a troopers cart, veering off towards the ships when she had the opportunity. Soon enough she reached Hemlock’s ship and attached the beacon. 

“Okay, the homing beacon is secure,” she whispered through comms. 

“Specter,” Wrecker warned. 

“I see them. Hold you position, Omega, there’s more troopers heading your way,” she said. “Echo, you copy?”

“I copy,” he replied. 

“I’m pinned down,” Omega said with slight panic. 

“Stay in position. I’ll divert them. Specter, be ready to get her out,” said Echo. He plugged into the system, activating the magnetic crane and picking up a small fighter, swinging it about and causing general mayhem. It drew the attention of all the troopers in the hangar, allowing for Omega to find a moment of escape… until a mouse droid blocked her path, beeping in surprise and ready to send a signal.

“Oh no!” Omega squeaked as it raised its antennae. An axe dropped down, demolishing it. 

“No time to lose,” Specter said, nodding for Omega to follow. She shook the remnants of the droid off her axe and carefully ran with Omega to regroup with Wrecker. The girls found Echo waiting for them as well. “Where’s Hunter and Tech?” she asked.

“Cameras are down and it wasn’t us. They went to check it out,” Echo explained. She inwardly sighed, relieved she kissed him while they still had the chance but worried nonetheless. Omega picked up on her distressed state and held her hand for comfort. Their comlink chimed, though they could all wish the news was better.

“We’ve been compromised. Get back to the rail line,” Hunter gave the urgent order. Without another word the four of them started to make their way back, hoping the rest of their team would too.

Hunter and Tech ran down the winding halls, shooting any trooper that came in their way. The sergeant regretted having ever left the control room—let alone agreeing to this mission, even if it did leave to saving Crosshair—but if they hadn’t, they never would have discovered Saw Gerrera’s plan. He knew it was useless to wish for a different past, so he kept running and saved his grudge against Gerrera for later. 

The pair made it to the hallway leading to the rail line, but were cut off by yet another squad of troopers; they took cover in one of the junctions, ready to face off against the Imperial forces. But as they approached their leading guard was shot down, the rest were knocked out by a dead soldier thrown at them. It was the rest of their team. Hunter sighed in relief upon seeing Specter and Omega before wordlessly joining them back down the escape hall. 

Echo was the first to slide down the access ladder to make sure it was safe, then Omega followed. Tech threw one of his stun grenades to immobilize the closest unit of troops. Once they went down, the group behind them began to fire.

“Tech, throw up another one, I have an idea,” Specter said, adjusting her grip on her axe. He got the idea; he tossed it up, she swung her weapon like a bat, sending the grenade farther down the hall and incapacitating the far group.

“Nicely done,” Tech complimented before climbing down the ladder. She nodded in thanks, turning to let Hunter go next.

“Ladies first,” he said instead, still breathless from the action.

“Charmer,” she teased, but slid down anyway. The team had made it safely inside one of the rail cars, though Tech couldn’t get into the system

“We need an access code,” he said, stepping aside for Echo to plug in.

“I’ll override it.” The others turned to the entrance—Specter reconfigured her blaster into its shotgun form—ready to fire at any incoming troops. By the time Echo was able to get them moving, a few had gotten themselves into the adjoining car. Specter fired barrages at them, creating enough of a distraction for the others on her team to shoot. She stumbled as the car began to decrease speed.

“We’re losing power!” Echo warned. But they couldn’t stop fighting; they had neutralized all of the remaining soldiers just as the railcar screeched to a stop. Then came the silence of the aftermath: Specter never liked it. Tech went to the front-facing window, catching sight of an oncoming railcar that had also been forced to stop… filled with troopers opening the door and arming their blasters.

“This is going to be a problem,” he said.

“Really, Tech? It is? I never would have thought,” Specter bit back with angry sarcasm. They stepped out of view and joined Echo at the controls. “How are we supposed to get out of here?”

[delicateflowerss]

For the lana del rey prompts , can you do Michael langdon with Black Beauty specifically the lines “Life is beautiful, but you don't have a clue Sun and ocean blue Their magnificence, it don't make sense to you” or just the whole song? I feel like it really fits him especially in the Soujourn episode and after.

Thank you for requesting! And this is such a good one! Black Beauty fits Michael so well! This is more of a romantic take on the song but I hope you enjoy <3

Warnings: kissing, mentions of the apocalypse, crying

Lana Del Rey Prompts

You’ve been waiting for hours, trapped in this dark cave he calls a house.

When you first met Michael, you could feel the darkness that surrounded him, that made up his soul. It’s part of the reason you were so enamored with him.

But as you imagined a life with him, sunny days, the smell of the ocean, and fresh cut daisies. The man who starred in your daydreams ended up ruining them.

You didn’t realize that his darkness would be enough to tarnish you also.

It doesn’t help that he only ever gets home late nowadays. It almost seems like he’s too busy for you, choosing his work instead.

The world hasn’t ended yet, but it might as well have.

When you do finally hear the front door open, you’re waiting for him in the living room. Your mascara is streaked, only your red lipstick intact.

You wanted to do something nice with him. He had agreed to get home at a reasonable time. So, you had made reservations for this upscale restaurant by the beach.

But when 7:30 rolled around, he was nowhere to be found.

You hear him step over to you, but you keep your eyes on the floor, no energy left in you to raise your head.

“Y/N-.”

“You said you’d be here,” you rasp out, cutting him off.

“Something came up and…” He starts quietly.

“Something always comes up,” you almost yell, finally locking eyes with him.

It’s hard to be mad at him for many different reasons. But you feel like he’s been careless with your heart one too many times.

“Sometimes I really wonder if you even care about me at all, Michael.”

The somewhat apologetic look on his face changes into something of anger and confusion.

“Why would you say that?”

When you don’t answer him, he walks up to you. The smell of his expensive cologne invades your senses.

You try to look away from him, squirming out of his grasp. But he keeps his fingers under your chin, forcing you to stare into the blue eyes of the man you fell in love with.

“I know things have been difficult, but it’ll all be worth it in the end,” he soothes.

You blink, a tear falling down at his words.

“That’s what I mean, Michael. All you care about is ending the world.” Your voice is thick with emotion. “What about me? What about what I want?”

“What do you mean, what you want?” He continues at your silence, “this is all for you. For both of us.”

You watch him, the sincerest you’ve seen him in months. His thumb moves to your cheek, caressing the tear-stained skin.

“Once all this is over, only the two of us will matter.”

He leans in closer, closing the gap between you, and you let him, your anger dissipating in the kiss you two share.

He breathes you in, showing you, he means every word he said.

His lips leave yours, only to breathlessly say, “why should I care about anything out there? When all I care about is you.”

He finally sees a smile form on your lips before you kiss him again.

It’s hard for him to say there’s no good in the world when he has you.

[stormyoceans]

vv brainrot continuation:

i’ll take you there (reminded me of the conversation between puen and talay on an ergonomic bike and talay asked to take him to their universe)

shirt with meaning. it’s especially funny how day looked at jasmine in this shirt, as well as the camera focusing on day’s eyes. ugh, art.

both puen and mork, without a twinge of conscience, love to stare at the lips of their lovers during a conversation.

mork and puen love awards (and in real life sea loves awards hehe)

ocean blue (in which no one drowns, thank you'll)

sand in hand (referring to the sand on which the puen’s name was written)

the stupid prank with the book reminded me of the stupid prank of puen in the bed scene of ep 12

showing the middle finger reminded me of bad buddy when wai gave the middle finger to pat and his gang while watching football at the bar.

phi day is like nong puen

i will never let go of your hand (where there is puen, there is talay). oaths and promises are in all the universes of puen and talay

of course the wedding (if they caught the bouquet here too, i would definitely call p'aof out)

the song the distance of one palm is as iconic as love by paradox 12a. this brainrot has nothing to do with, but with star wars, so i’m skipping it

you can play a song (and this is definitely a love by paradox the only thing missing is mork with shaving cream)

i brought your favorite drink (i brought your favorite choco pie treats to quickly move on to nomnom scene)

are you alive, monica? i'm not very. this episode was so beautiful, so tactile,i didn't know where to look. sure while i was sitting and blinking at the beauty, i missed a lot of rot. we also had 3 kisses, which is completely unusual for p'aof. i'm in a pleasant shock. thank you for shouting about vv with me this year. it's so cool to be pink not alone. this year i'm taking my leave and retiring until next year. happy new year!

PINKYBRAIN IM GONNA NEED YOU TO HOLD ME FOR THIS ONE BECAUSE THE BRAINROT REACHED UNPRECEDENTED UNPARALLELED UNMATCHED LEVELS OF INSANITY HERE LIKE MAYBE IT'S NOT EVEN THE EPISODE WITH THE MOST PARALLELS BUT I KEPT SEEING PUENTALAY IN EVERY SINGLE SCENE AS IF MORKDAY WASN'T ALREADY ENOUGH TO SEND ME TO THE PSYCH WARD

the way i immediately knew that losing the book and mork being upset were just a ruse because i've been tricked by puentalay before so i knew EXACTLY what to expect like we had puen pretending to be tun in episode 12 and to have swallowed the ring in our skyy, and always in our skyy we had talay acting mad with jigsaw to get back at puen, tup, and tou AT THIS POINT I KNOW THEIR SHENANIGANS AND THEY AIN'T GONNA FOOL ME NO MORE NO MATTER THE UNIVERSE THEY'RE INHABITING

I HATE EVERYONE INVOLVED IN THESE SHOWS

on the other hand i had completely missed the "i'll take you there" parallel, that was such a nice catch!!!!!! i do have a few ones to add, tho im pretty sure im missing some too (which is perfectly understandable of us considering what we've been going through with this episode), so here they are!!!

1) surprise cheek kisses!!!!!!

2) both puen and mork being actually very soft which clashes with the idea everyone has of them (and talay and day being the only ones who know about it)

3) beach kisses that changed the trajectory of my life forever!!!!!!!

4) i saw people on my dash already pointing this out but for the sake of our collections im still gonna add it: both puen and mork wearing suspenders

5) you pointed out "your favorite drink" paralleling "your favorite snack" which is soooooo true but i also want to call out puen and mork for their damn rewards which always contemplate kissing (WHO ARE THEY EVEN REWARDING EXACTLY TALAY AND DAY OR THEMSELVES)

also we got another proof that p'aof watched vice versa because like you said he never gave us 3 kisses in a single episode so i just know he saw the ridiculous amount of kisses in vice versa and said 'you know what. i can beat that. challenge accepted' (then he turned around to jimmysea and asked 'you guys up for it?' to which they replied 'already on it, boss'. after that jimmy, renowned unhinged method actor, proceeded to kiss sea's cheek at any given chance [p'aof: that's not. i didn't mean. WE'RE NOT EVEN FILMING YET])

[fandomstars]

If Steven Universe had a twin brother from Pink Diamond

Name - Oliver Universe

Fandom(s): SU + DBZ

Looks:

Same as Steven, only differences are blue eyes, paler skin, pink hair (though he gets really insecure once Buu happens, but Gohan quickly assures him otherwise.), and overall more muscle tone due to training more.

Can be seen wearing a gi that looks depending on which said teacher he is going to be training with at the time.

Got freckles due to training in the sun a lot.

Personality:

Shy, reserved, and usually quiet

Determined and protective of those he cares about, and will fight till the end to make sure of their safety.

Big bookworm

Powers:

Healing tears rather than spit like Steven

Bubble shield

Enhanced strength

Ki

Skills:

Gem powers

Singing

Dancing

Marital Arts / Ki

Flower crowns

Languages

Gem weapon: Shield (his has a brighter pink shade than Steven’s shield and has a diamond symbol on rather than quartz.)

Family:

Same as Steven but with the addition of the Ruby squadron (Oliver is still wary of Eyeball, but if Steven can forgive her, so can he…eventually)

Backstory:

Rose never knew she was expecting twins. It came as a shock to Greg once Steven was born, with Oliver right next to him.

Steven and Oliver share Pink’s diamond, both same placement and size.

Due to her being a diamond, she was powerful enough to give each boy a separate but the same version of her gem.

The two were inseparable, many Beach City citizens knew that if they spot one twin, the other isn’t far behind.

The two bonded well with Kiki and Jennie, becoming childhood friends, so the two knew of Sour Cream and Buck Dewey before canon.

Canon happens as usual, but due to Oliver being by Steven’s side majority of the time, Steven doesn’t get traumatized/hurt as much. If anything, Oliver gets the most due to his protectiveness over Steven. Not that Steven isn’t any better, being extremely protective of Oliver.

Oliver is the shy twin, would rather be training, reading a book, or drawing rather than chat with anyone.

He wasn’t as naive of Lar’s behavior, especially towards Steven. In fact, when Steven wanted to give up himself to Aquamarine, Oliver was by his side, but not before seeing Lars out of the corner of his eye, and dumping him into the ocean near Sadie. Yes he did so with a deadpan look towards him.

He hates Ronaldo, like he might not like Kevin, but at least to him, Kevin has some goodness in him. Ronaldo creeped him out, and when Steven got kidnapped by him, that was the final straw.

He and Steven trained earlier than canon. Not of gem stuff (not till they both release their shields in said canon episode), but of marital arts.

They also learned of the training of Ki, and it was around the time of the androids appearing, that they meet the gang.

Oliver indeed had a “love at first sight” of Gohan.

He actually manages to save the day instead of Goku in the end, with just trapping Cell in a bubble until he explodes. Vegeta and Piccolo may of secretly laughed at their enemy in such a state.

And Steven was able to use his shield to block the kill attack towards Trunks.

Vegeta secretly respects the twins, and is as protective of them as he is with his own kids.

Plus Oliver helped Gohan keep training after Cell, so that’s a plus to him.

Meanwhile, Gohan helped the twins get their GED before Steven travels with Connie to college.

Vegeta wishes he got to see Steven “corrupt form”, if only to see how strong it would be compared to an Oozaru.

Oliver and Gohan began dating a year after the Cell games.

Chi-chi, despite wishing Gohan to focus solely on his studies, is glad her son has found someone amazing to love.

The fact the two meet and fought alongside one another against Cell (yes Oliver wasn’t going to let Goku’s plan get in the way) reminded her of her and Goku.

And when Goten was born, she couldn’t help but give her blessings (which Oliver is certain Garnet knew if her smile when said was anything to come by.).

They married after Gohan completed his first year in college and made themselves a house -temple in the forest area a couple of miles from Chi-Chi and Goku’s place.

Because Goku never died, he was able to start the whole driving lesson and farming thing in Super earlier than canon. Yes, Peridot helped with the farming.

Jasper respects Gohan, mainly cause of how he fought Cell. She also might have some respect for Oliver, but only shows her respect to Steven post shattering.

Buu and other enemies never stood a chance, and you better believe Oliver wasn’t going to let Gohan, Goku, nor Vegeta die in canon like they did.

Vegeta got mind controlled by Buu? Honestly, tired of everything Oliver just punched Buu right out of him.

Oliver due to training with Sayians, managed to make his and Steven’s “pink glow stage” into a super Sayian like form that rivals blue Sayian mode.

He may or may not have swoon when he saw Gohan go Beast Mode (once he got control of it).

Trunks and Goten adore the twins, and constantly ask stories from the pair. Gem stories, travel stories (Steven), they can’t get enough.

Bulla was cheerfully held third by Oliver, followed by her parents.

Oliver didn’t like the God of Destruction taunting and ordering Vegeta, so the two had a little “chat”.

Let’s just say, no gods of any universe will mess with Oliver if they want to live.

Competes in marital art tournaments alongside working as a remote translator.

Languages came easy to him, inspired by learning gem and Sayian languages.

He also talked Gohan down of naming himself “Sayian Man”, which gained even more respect points from Vegeta. He also made sure Gohan wore a different outfit, with less flashy colors so he doesn’t stand out and get recognized.

Future Trunks has no idea what to think of the twins, let alone any gems as none were in his timeline.

Garnet just shrugs at him, before walking away with Trunks in disbelief.

Gohan also works as a remote translator, wanting to stay close to family, as well as train more / spend time with his husband.

Oliver doesn’t like Satan, and still wonders how people thought he of all people “defeated Cell”. Sure, looks aren’t everything, but Oliver can’t say the same for Satan’s ego.

He shrugged it off eventually, but if Satan were to ever mention said event ever in the future, they will have a “talk”.

Trivia:

The two can literally read each other’s emotions, so it was a struggle when they were babies. Greg would be holding Steven who’s crying (maybe a nightmare or just cause), and despite Oliver just be chilling, suddenly cries cause Steven as well was.

Oliver and Steven learned Ki from Pearl at first, more history, physics, and fundamentals. Then was taught by a mix of Goku, Piccolo, and Vegeta.

Oliver continued his training beyond compared to Steven, but the latter twin still trained occasionally, thanks to Connie, also learning Ki and wishing to spar with him as she attends college.

Distance isn’t an issue once Oliver asks Goku to teach Steven the teleportation technique so he and Connie can travel to Beach City and Bulma’s place (a regular hangout due to Vegeta training the twins + Trunks) without issue.

[charkyzombicorn]

So theses are apparently some of the selkies powers, I’m pretty sure this is just for dnd and is not mythological accurate . But out of these powers which would you choose for your selkie au to be Selkie abilities?

Enhanced agility: Selkies are able to go fro one movement to another effortlessly, allowing them to effectively dodge attacks, do backflips, and numerous other gymnastic, martial, and athletic implements with little to no effort.

Enhanced balance: Selkies have an extremely well-developed sense of balance, the positioning of limbs in space, center of balance. and the physical condition to use these facts.

Enhanced bite: Selkies, due to their fangs, have a powerful bite.

Enhanced dexterity: Selkies are able to control their limbs, muscles, and digits extremely well.

Enhanced endurance: Selkies are able to survive with little to no energy for an extended amount of time.

Enhanced reflexes: Selkies have extremely enhanced reaction speed, allowing them to dodge magical attacks, catch falling objects, and react instantaneously to what would take others more time to react.

Enhanced stamina: Selkies are able to be physically active for longer periods of time than most other beings.

Enhanced strength: Selkies are able to exert a great amount of strength from their muscles.

Night vision: Selkies are able to see perfectly in total darkness.

Speed swimming: Selkies are able to swim at incredible speeds, unhampered by water resistance.

Cold immunity: Selkies, being adapted to the ocean, are completely immune to cold.

Pressure resistance: Selkies, being adapted to the ocean, are completely resistant to water pressure, especially at the bottom of the episode.

Water sense: Selkies are able to perceive the movement of/on a body of water with extreme accuracy, and determine where threats are located in aquatic environments and water sources.

Siren song: Selkies, similar to merfolk and cecaelia, are able to sing a song that is capable of hypnotizing anyone that hears it.

Sonic singing: Selkies, similar to merfolk and cecaelia, are able to sing a highly destructive blast of sound at high amplitude.

Water manipulation: Selkies are able to generate, shape, and manipulate water.

Aquatic life communication: Selkies are able to telepathically communicate with aquatic creatures.

1) 2)

3) Usopp doesn't like the idea of biting people because it makes him feel animal-like and he hates being compared to an animal because He Is Not. Also the nose makes it hard for him to bite people I would imagine. His molars are a little sharper than they maybe should be and he's got pronounced canines but he doesn't have the coral-shaped molars seals (apparently) have. His dad does tho, Buggy too but Buggy shaved his down a bit to hide better in the East Blue

4) yeah he's good at a quick draw but he still trips and stumbles sometimes on land. He's much more graceful in water because there is nothing to trip over

5) About as much as Canon, with is quite a bit.

6) His reflexes are pretty quick because his eyes are better than a human's, it doesn't mean he's perfectly co-ordinated and just because he can see something coming doesn't mean he can dodge without tripping. He gets a bit more graceful post-ts but he grew up without fighting, so he's learning as he goes

7) Yeah he's got more stamina than you would expect, but that's pretty much just canon

8) Stronger than you would think unless you tried picking him up. He can change his appearance but he can't change his weight and seals are 4000 pounds. He's very physically dense, even if he looks like the skinniest 17 year old you've ever seen, so picking up 300 pounds to him is like a normal person picking up 12 pounds he's not athletic pre-ts tho so no picking up twice his body weight or anything. The 1 ton hammer could have been real tho.

9) He does have really good night-vision, he does use his tinted goggles more because seal-eyes are more dilated than humans' and if it's too sunny it hurts his eyes

10) Yep! He can swim just as fast if not faster than most mer-folk

11) 12) He is a bit less resistant to cold and pressure than most selkies because his mother was human. He can stand pressure changes but he needs to take breaks and he can stand cold but can still get hurt when he's frozen.

13) He does have some extra spacial awareness in water, this is just how most selkies naturally pick up observation haki a bit more intuitively

14) Usopp has no idea, he only sings for Luffy but Luffy seems pretty hypnotized so,,,

15) Nope, and Usopp screams a lot

16) No

17) He convinced some of the crew he can, he can't actually

[queenshelby]

Saving the Devil (Part Two)

SPOILER WARNING: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR SEASON SIX!

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader

Words: 1,018

Warning: Mention of War, Major Character Death, Illness, Seziures

Summary: This plays after Episode 4 of Season 6 and before the start of WWII. Tommy got away with the assassination attempt on Mosley and now spies on him and his connections with the Germans on behalf of the Crown.

Please comment and engage

 13 November 1934

Being able to have a warm bath and a comfortable bed to sleep in wasn’t something you had expected after having broken into someone’s house especially not considering that this someone was known to be a dangerous man.

But you didn’t realise the danger you would soon be in and snuggled into the soft pillow just a little longer that morning until you heard the kind maid from last night shout out for a doctor to be called.

You wondered what had happened and, wearing a nightgown which didn’t fit you very well, you quickly rolled out of bed and ran towards where the sounds were coming from.

Skipping a few steps, you raced down the stairs where one of the maids was on the phone while another hoovered over a man whose body seemed to be lifeless on the floor.

‘Let me’ you said quickly as you gently pushed the maid out of the way and kneeled down in front of the stranger.

 After assessing his pulse, which was normal, you sighed with relief and reached for a pillow on the lounge beside him before placing it beneath his head and rolling him onto the side, helping the stranger to breathe.

Then you assessed the man’s eyes which were blue like the ocean but also somewhat absent, starring into a void.

‘Are you dizzy?’ you then asked the man as he regained consciousness and tried to sit up.

‘I am fine’ he said somewhat irritated by your question but you pushed him back down as you could see his confusion. He was thrown of balance and needed to rest.

‘Just stay there for a minute’ you told him again but he pushed you aside and got up from the floor anyway.

‘I said I am fine, eh’ he then said before wiping the blood from his hand from the broken glass on the floor and sitting down on his office chair behind his large cedar desk. 

You couldn’t help but stare at him as he then lit himself a cigarette and looked at you, eyes full of questions.

‘Is this how the hospital’s new doctors and nurses dress these days Love?’ the man then teased but you didn’t feel like joking and rolled your eyes at him. At the same time, you quickly covered your tattoo with your left hand. 

‘Do you get these seizures often?’ you then asked concerned, ignoring his blunt question and you already knew that you wouldn’t like this man. He was rather self-centred and emotionally incapable to show his feelings, including any sense of fear or remorse.

‘Did you read my file Love? Because, if you did, you would already know the answer to your question’ he said somewhat irritated and you chuckled just as another man barged into the office.

The man clearly was the doctor the hospital had sent and both looked at you somewhat confused as you stood there in the most inappropriate attire imaginable.

‘I will leave you to it then’ you said before walking out of his office, picking up some of the broken glass on the way.

***

After you left the man’s office, it occurred to you that he must have been Thomas Shelby and, in your mind, he was an arrogant, handsome, but also rather sick man.

Frances didn’t tell you about his illness the night before and you didn’t dare to ask her about it now. You were simply grateful for the opportunity and the roof over your head.

Not unexpectedly, you heard Frances call out for you a few minutes later and, wearing your maid’s outfit now, you went to see her.

She immediately sent you to Thomas Shelby’s office and you were rather nervous when you walked inside.

‘So, if you aren’t part of the medical team, then who are you, eh?’ Tommy asked and you looked at him with apologetic eyes before lying through your teeth.

‘I am one of the new maids’ you told him and, just as you did, he pulled your right arm towards him and pushed the fabric of your cardigan up towards your elbow.

‘A new maid who’s been to one of the camps in German, eh? Are you an enemy? Or a spy perhaps?’ he asked, paranoid about what you were doing in his house.

‘No, I am neither of those things, sir. I am just woman who is desperate to find her daughter’ you explained, your eyes filling up with tears.

‘Your daughter?’ he asked confused before calling out for Frances who appeared immediately.

‘What are you doing employing her Frances? I told you to be careful about who you bring into this house, didn’t I?’ he asked angrily, avoiding the conversation about your daughter entirely.

‘Sir, I am aware but, Y/N is a trained doctor and employing her as a maid seemed like a good idea given your condition worsening’ Frances said, making up an excuse for having hired you.

‘Frances, as I’ve said many times, I am fine. I don’t need any fucking help’ Tommy spat in response.

‘With respect sir, you are not fine’ you then told him bluntly.

‘What do you know, eh?’ he asked.

‘Your family died on tuberculosis and you are experiencing seizures. This means that you probably have tuberculoma. This a deadly condition if left untreated’ you explained.

‘I am aware and I have made my peace with it. It’s inoperable and I have nine months or so left and lots of things to do. Now, if you would please excuse me’ Tommy told you.

‘And, Frances, I want this woman gone by the evening. Give her twenty pounds and see her off’ he then ordered.

[cjsinkythoughts]

In Need of a Breath

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 4007

Warnings: !FATWS SPOILERS!, Cursing, Zemo, Feelings, Another PTSD Flashback

A/N: So…Part 4 is going to have a couple parts to it. Maybe even three. I didn’t even make it half way through the episode on this one, mainly because I really wanted to fit in the Reader’s backstory and I wanted her and Sam to have a heart-to-heart again. I’m suuuuper tired, so I probably won’t be posting the next part for another few hours (it’s 5 am right now and I haven’t slept), BUT it’s my day off work and I won’t be doing anything I planned because my grandmother had a stroke a couple days ago so plans have changed and I’m staying in to help her, meaning I’ll mostly be writing all day. 

This Part is kind of a mix between off-screen and shot-by-shots, but it’s mostly off screen/what’s going on inside Reader’s head.

I’m really excited about future parts and the characters that are being introduced! I will say that after these parts, I will be doing one shots of previous MCU movies with the Reader, due to the information that is being given about the Reader now. You kind of see more of how she was affected/how she affected the previous MCU movies and what she was doing during that time.

Like always, this hasn’t been beta’d, again it’s SUPER early in the morning, and I’m really tired, so please excuse any mistakes! I hope you guys enjoy this part! Stay tuned for more to come later today!

FATWS MASTERLIST

cjsinkythoughts MASTERLIST

!SPOILERS UNDER CUT!

“You know…I’m really starting to regret saying yes to this.” You huffed out, craning your neck and squinting your eyes against the sun as you stare at the facility in front of you, hating the skin-crawling feeling of being back.

“Would you relax? Whenever you’re nervous, I get nervous, and I don’t wanna be nervous about this.” Sam shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

“Do either of you have a better plan?” Bucky grumbled, crossing his arms.

Gnawing on your lips, you finally take the lead and breathe out, “alright. Let’s go then.” You could feel the hesitance from your - what were they? Partners? Coworkers? Teammates? - the fellas before they started after you.

There was a sick twist in your gut as you entered the building, going through the lobby and security.

You had been there.

You had been there when Zemo impersonated Bucky. You had been there when Zemo unleashed the Winter Soldier at the Joint Counter Terrorist Centre Building in Berlin. You had been there during the battle at the airport. You had been there when Zemo turned Tony and Steve against each other in Siberia. You had been there when Zemo tore the Avengers from the inside out. Your family. The only family you’d ever known.

But you’d always been good about pushing your personal feelings aside for the sake of the mission. It’s what you’d been born to do. All you ever knew.

“Hey. Doll. You hear me?”

“Hmm. What?” You looked up from the ground to look into those enchanting blue oceans Bucky had for eyes, staring worriedly down at you, eyebrows pinched and forehead creased.

“I’m going in alone.” You frowned, opening your mouth to argue, but he shook his head. “Sam already agreed-”

“I didn’t necessarily agree-”

“You’re an Avenger, sweetheart.” Bucky tilted his head, speaking softly, those eyes of his worried. Worried for you. It made your stomach flip. “And you were there in Siberia, and that almost makes it worse. Especially considering you went after him. Just…just let me do this, okay?”

You cracked your knuckles nervously as you thought. It was a terrible idea. But it was an idea. And it was all they had. “Okay.” You finally relented, shrugging as your hands hit your thighs and slid up to your hips. “But don’t do anything stupid.”

“Steve took all that with him.”

Knowing about their little inside joke, you scoffed. “Sure he did. Go before I change my mind.”

You watched him walk down the hallway, hands fidgeting with excess nerves. “I think you’re the only one he actually seeks approval from.”

“Good thing I’m so lenient then, huh?” You joked, turning to Sam with a strained smile. Your smile slipped at the curious expression on Sam’s face, his eyes darting to each of your features. “What?”

“Are you doing okay?”

You groaned, throwing your head back. You thought you got out of talking about your feelings back in Baltimore. “Oh my God, Sam-”

“I’m serious. You…you just don’t seem like yourself.”

You shook your head, looking down the hall to where Bucky disappeared before turning back to him. It was weird to have a self that people recognized. Your whole life you’d been searching for it and when you finally found it…everything went to shit. “Honestly, Sammy, the only time I’ve ever felt like myself was with the team. Zemo took that away from me and now we’re here, practically begging him for help.”

Sam hummed, leaning against the wall. “Have you thought of taking a break?”

“What?”

“A break.” At your bewildered look, he rolled his eyes. “Cher, this time last year most of us were dead. This time a few months ago you found out about Wanda. This time last week you were out looking for her. Maybe you should just stop and take a breather.”

Shoving your hands in your pocket and looking at the floor, you couldn’t help but snort at his advice. “I haven’t taken a breather since I was eighteen.”

He clicked his tongue. “That’s my point. FBI academy as soon as you graduated. SHIELD recruit by 21, undercover operations leader by 24? Slow down. You’re in your thirties. Next thing you know, you’re gonna be ninety something, lying on your deathbed, wishing you had stopped to smell the roses.”

“If I live to be ninety, shoot me.” He chuckled in amusement. “I’m so fucking serious, Sam. I will not be put in an old folks home to play Bingo and be pushed around in a wheelchair. It ain’t happening.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” There was that infectious smile, which you unconsciously grinned back at. “Y/N…I’m serious. You’ve been in and out of missions since you were a teenager. What’s the shortest undercover operation you’ve done?”

“I dunno.”

He gave you an unimpressed look. “Yeah you do.”

Licking your lips, you turned away and shrugged. “A couple months. Seven weeks and three days, to be precise. September to October in 2012.”

“And the longest?”

“August 2007 to May 2009. Twenty one months.” 

Letting out a puff of air through his nose, Sam pushed himself off the wall and caught your chin between his fingers to make you look at him. “That’s nearly two years under cover. And I’m sure you went right back under after-”

“I was sitting at a desk for four months doing paperwork on it.” You defended yourself.

He shook his head, brows knitting together, lips drawn down. “You say that as if four months is enough time.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore, Sammy. I’m out. I’ve been out since Ultron and Sokovia. I haven’t been under in almost a decade-”

“A decade half the world was dead for half of-”

“I wasn’t!”

“I never said you were.” Sam sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. You were always amazed at his ability to keep his emotions in check. To stay cool under pressure. Sometimes you forgot how experienced he was with dealing with other people’s trauma. It was no wonder why Steve thought he’d be good for Bucky. “Listen. All I’m saying is once this is done…don’t go diving back into searching for Wanda. Don’t go running to the kid every time he calls - and I know you’ve been doing that-”

“It’s just been homework and stuff-”

“Y/N.” You stopped, biting your lip at the stern look he gave you. “Go home. Order take out. Binge watch TV. Go for a jog through the park. Actually meet your neighbors. Go grocery shopping. Just…live. If only for a couple weeks. Don’t worry about anyone else. Don’t pick up the phone, don’t drop everything because someone needs you. You need you.”

“I-I…” You shook your head, looking at him, sincerely apologetic. “I can’t. I wish I could. But I can’t. I’ve never had one normal day in my life. I’ve never had someone to care for, never had someone to care for me. I can’t let people I’ve come to…I can’t let them think I don’t care. I don’t even know where I’d go.”

“Whaddya mean?”

You winced, not thrilled for his reaction to your next statement. “I, uh, I sold my apartment in D.C.”

He gaped at you in complete disbelief. “You got it in December!”

“I know, I know. I liked it. I really did, but…I dunno. Nomadic life has always suited me better. It’s what I grew up with.”

He took a breath, making you cringe again. You don’t think you’ve ever legitimately gotten on his nerves like this before. “Have you ever thought that, instead of going with the flow and jumping place to place, putting down roots might actually help?” He cut you off before you could say anything, holding up a finger to stop you from talking. “I can’t imagine going from foster home to foster home like you did. I can’t imagine not having a home for as long as you can remember. Louisiana’s my home. Always has, always will be. But I understand your life has been anything but stable. And maybe, just maybe, that’s why you need some stability.”

You clenched your jaw, crossing your arms. “The Avengers were my stability. Steve was my stability.”

“Because you loved him.”

“I’m not doing this with you again.” You turned to walk down to the lobby to wait for Bucky there, but Sam caught your arm.

“You were in love with him! It’s okay! You two were super close! No one would blame you! Why won’t you just admit it? I’m trying to understand! Why won’t you-”

You tugged your arm away, finally snapping at him. “Because he could never be mine, Wilson! Is that what you wanna hear?!” Sam took a step back at your exclamation. You closed your eyes, swallowing the lump in your throat and pushing down the tears. “He could preach all he wanted about moving forwards, Sammy, but we all knew he was stuck in the past. He visited the museum every Thursday because her interview showed in his exhibit on Thursdays. He carried around that broken compass because her picture was in it.” You looked back up at him sadly, shrugging. “And I get it; it’s hard to move past your first love. I get it because…that’s what he was to me.”

There was a silence that blanketed the hallway, before he spoke up hesitantly. “What about Bucky?”

“I thought - I thought I was projecting my feelings for Steve onto him because I knew Steve couldn’t ever…”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “You thought? What do you think now?”

You cleared your throat. “I’m still figuring that one out.”

“If you ever need to talk, I’ll be here.”

You chuckled, nodding slightly towards him. “Back atcha. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you not being yourself lately, either.”

“It’s…a tough topic.”

You nodded in understanding. “Just know that I’ll support every decision you make as long as you think it’s the right one. Because I trust you. Steve trusted you. It’s all we can do to try to do what’s right. That’s what makes you a good man, Sammy. He gave you that shield for a reason, and if you think what you did was right…I’ll stand by it.”

The two of you stared at each other for a moment, calming down in each other’s presences and taking comfort knowing you’d be there for each other through thick and thin. “Thank you, cher.”

“Of course, Sammy. Now let’s go see what’s taking the old grump so long.”

He laughed at that, nodding in agreement, taking your offered hand and squeezing it as you made your way down the hall.

****************

“What?”

Bucky eyed you as you spluttered, coughing on the water you were drinking. “Please don’t choke, doll.”

“Break him out of jail?!” You repeated his words and blinked at him, absolutely baffled by his plan. “Oh my God.” You groaned as Bucky and Sam started arguing, moving your flashlight around the room. “Where the hell are we?” There was no response as they kept going back and forth.

“Zemo’s gonna mess with our minds! Especially yours! No offense.”

“Heelllloooo!” You tried again. “Where the hell are we?!”

Bucky turned on the lights, giving Sam a look. “Offense.” Glancing at you he quirked an eyebrow. “Stop worrying your pretty lil’ head, sweetheart. You trust me, dontcha?” Your breath hitched at his words. You quickly recovered, huffing and pouting - although you’d deny ever pouting - and crossing your arms. You stood between the guys like that, eyes darting to whoever was speaking, waiting for them to stop so you could actually think.

“Look. Let me just walk you through a hypothetical. Can I walk you through a hypothetical?”

You and Sam exchanged glances. “What did you do?”

“I…didn’t do…anything.” Bucky shrugged.

“How is it that you, one of the most deadliest assassins basically ever, are one of the worst liars I know.” You tilted your head at him, an eyebrow quirking up in confusion.

“Shush it you. Just, okay. The weakest point in any system isn’t the software, the hardware, it’s the meatware. The human element.”

The more you listened to Bucky’s “hypothetical”, the stronger the gut feeling telling you this was a terrible terrible idea got. You brought your hands up to your head, eyes wide as he spoke.

“I don’t like how casual you’re bein’ about this. This is unnatural.”

You couldn’t help but agree with Sam’s words, your head falling back and your eyes closing. “Sweet Jesus. Listen, God, I know we don’t talk much these days, but please, please don’t let this not be a hypothetical. I’m fucking begging you.”

A noise to your right made your head snap over. “Oh hell to the fucking no!” You shook your head as Zemo himself walked in, wearing a prison guards uniform. “Uh-uh! No way! Bucky, this was not part of the plan!”

“What did you do?!”

“We need him!”

“You’re going back to prison.”

“If I may-”

All three of you faced him, simultaneously shouting, “no!”

You held your face in your hands as your head dropped, shaking back and forth, your eyes squeezing shut, tuning them out for just a minute to think. Bucky had a point. The enemy of my enemy is my friend and all that, and the Avengers were technically disbanded, which was Zemo’s whole objective in the first place, but…God. You were good at compartmentalizing, but not that much. You were willing to put your feelings aside for the mission so Bucky could talk to him. Not for you to work with him. But he had connections, you knew he did, and he had information…

“Doll?” You looked up, Bucky anxiously licking his lips as he met your gaze. “I need you to say something.”

You looked to Sam, who shrugged, gesturing to Zemo. “What do you think?”

What did you think? What did you think?! You thought that it was the worst idea in the history of ideas and you should turn back and find another way! But…you knew this was the fastest, probably most reliable way to get information that you needed.

Dammit, since when were you the deciding factor?

You sucked in a breath, looking over Sam’s shoulder at Zemo, who lifted his hand in greeting. You raised your eyes to the ceiling, pointing your finger accusingly. “This is why we stopped talking.” Gaze dropping to the still waiting fellas, you gnawed on your lip, before hissing out, “ffffine…” Running a hand through your hair, you threw your hands up as you shrugged. “Fine. Okay. Fine.”

“Okay.” Sam nodded, taking charge again.

You couldn’t believe this was happening. Except, that was a lie. You could. You’d seen weirder. You’d experienced the impossible. Lived through the unbelievable. This…this was completely imaginable.

Which is why, with a lot of hesitation and very little confidence in this plan, you followed Zemo through the auto shop you were in until you reached a large room with a ton of different old cars.

Bucky’s hand found yours as Zemo explained what the plan was, rather vaguely, in your opinion, but at least he was explaining. Point for him. Not that it would make up for the level of distrust you held for him, but it was something.

You looked up at him, giving him a puzzling frown. He usually only grabbed your hand in front of other people when he was feeling anxious. Which, yeah, he had a right to be anxious right now, but it wasn’t the right kind. The type of anxiety caused by large crowds and loud noises, ones that startled him and threw him into a defensive mode.

But the look on his face made you squeeze his hand in reassurance. He was pouting, staring at you although he did something wrong - a puppy that tore up a pillow - and all you wanted to do was give him a hug.

“You’re mad at me.” He mumbled as the four of you headed out with Zemo in the lead.

“No I’m not.”

“Yeah you are. 

“Bucky, I’m not mad.”

“Listen, if I had a better idea I wouldn’t-”

You brought your linked hands up to your lips, pressing a gentle kiss to his gloved knuckles. “I’m not mad.” You repeated more firmly. “It’s just…a lot for me, right now.”

“Why? What’s going on?”

“Nothing’s going on, Buck, I-I just…” You thought about your and Sam’s earlier conversation and suddenly understood what he meant. “I need to breathe for a second.”

His features twisted into ones of uncertainty, eyes squinting as you stepped outside. “Do you…do you wanna leave?”

You shook your head, tugging his arm to stop him and grabbing the sunglasses on his collar, slipping them over his eyes. “No. I just need some time to think. Hopefully the plane ride to wherever the hell we’re going will give me that.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, James. I’m sure.”

He lowered the glasses on his nose to scan you over the frames, before nodding and sliding them back up. “Okay. You ready for this, then?”

“No.” You breathed, turning back to where Zemo and Sam were still walking. “Let’s do this.”

*****************

Climbing onto the private jet, you raised an eyebrow at Sam, who shrugged, giving you a bemused expression. A Baron…huh…who knew? You feel like you should’ve, yet there you were.

You sat besides Bucky, across from Zemo, crossing your legs and leaning back while staring at him through narrowed eyes.

His butler seemed nice, which made you even more suspicious. You obviously didn’t know as much about Zemo as you wanted to. It was a habit you picked up after years of undercover work; once the mission was complete, that was that. There was no looking back on it. No sitting on it. It was over and you moved onto the next one. It was a bad habit in cases like this.

The moment you spotted the notebook over Zemo’s book you knew something was going to happen, yet you still flinched when Bucky lunged at him, grabbing his throat. You leaned back in your seat again, steadying your now racing heartbeat. You decided you were too tense, trying to relax your muscles as Bucky sat back down in his seat.

“I’ve seen that book. It was Steve’s when he came out of the ice. I told him about Trouble Man. He wrote it in that book.” Sam seemed so proud of himself that something he recommended was written in Steve’s little book and it made you smile.

You remembered that; Steve and you were supposed to meet up for coffee after his run, but Fury called him in so you rescheduled it for when he got back. He asked you about Marvin Gaye. For your opinion. You told him to check it out and make his own.

You remembered asking him about that little notebook of his, and he just shrugged you off telling you about his list. He would read items off to you, but he never let you read the book yourself. You never found out why, and you supposed you never would now. The thought made an ache behind your ribs that you’d come to familiarize yourself with appear.

You smiled a little more as Zemo and Sam told Bucky how awesome Marvin Gaye was. “C’mon, baby. Back me up.”

Chuckling, you looked at Bucky. “They’re not wrong. But,” you quickly added before Bucky could whine at you, facing Sam again. “Neither is Buck. I mean, c’mon. You can’t find music like the 40’s anymore. Ella Fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong, Benny Goodman, Fred Astaire. Ol’ Blue Eyes himself.”

“Thank you.” Bucky grinned at Sam, who rolled his eyes.

“Okay, okay. But, I mean, c’mon! Everybody loves Marvin Gaye.”

“I like Marvin Gaye.”

“Steve adored Marvin Gaye.”

Your face fell as Zemo started talking about Steve and icons and Red Skull, your mind once again slipping away from reality.

~

“Kids love you.” You giggled as you finally made it out of his exhibit. You’d wanted to show it to him since he moved to D.C., and you’d finally got an opportunity after coming back from being undercover for ten weeks. “You’re their hero, you know.”

“Yeah, well, I’m just trying to do what’s right.”

You nudged him, scoffing at his answer. “You’re too humble. You’re a national icon, you know.”

Steve shrugged, looking around the museum at the planes surrounding them. “I never wanted to be.”

“Why not? Everyone loves you.”

“I’m sure not everyone loves me.” He rolled his eyes. “And…I just wanted to help. To fight. Protect my country and the people I cared about. I-I didn’t ask for…all that.” He waved behind his shoulder where his exhibit was getting smaller with each step they took away. “People were dying. Bullies were winning.”

You shook your head, spinning and walking backwards besides him to face him. “Sure, but you did that. And you became someone people could look up to in the process.”

He narrowed his eyes at you before asking, “why do you do what you do?”

“...because I’m good at it?”

“Honey.” He gave you a look. “Answer the question.”

You hummed in thought. “Because I couldn’t stand by, knowing there would be orphaned kids if I didn’t help any way I could.”

“Alright. Why do you do it in the dark?”

“Whaddya mean?”

He shrugged. “Why don’t you come out and take credit for all the lives you’ve saved?”

“Because that’s not why I do it. I don’t want that attention. I just want to know I’ve helped people. I’ve kept them safe.”

He gave you a soft smile. “I just wanted to beat the bully. I never wanted to be a dancing monkey, too.” You looked at him in a new light then, understanding where he was coming from. “Watch out, honey!” He grabbed you and pulled you aside before you could crash into a wall, arms wrapped firmly around your waist. He gave you that charming smile of his. “Wouldn’t want you hurting that pretty lil’ head of yours, now would we?”

~

“Y/N!”

You snapped back into the conversation, moving your eyes from the window to Bucky, who tilted his head, eyebrows pinched and eyes narrowed. “Sorry. So, Madripoor. That’s a fun place.”

You ignored the side eyed glances Bucky and Sam exchanged, Sam turning to you curiously. “You’ve been?”

“Once. Back in 2010 for a few months”

Zemo raised his eyebrows. “You’re lucky to have gotten out.”

You shrugged nonchalantly. “Lucky, maybe. Skills were a part of it, too, though.”

“Good.” Zemo nodded. “Because we’re going undercover…and if we blow it. We’re dead.”

You breathed out, shaking your memory away and getting your head back into the game. Because like the man you were severely wary of in front of you said, if you blew this, you were dead. And, sure, you didn’t want to live until ninety, but you weren’t even half way there yet. So dammit if you were going to die soon.

“Hey.” You looked over at Bucky’s murmur, his head tilting as he grabbed your hand and pulled you from your seat closer to him. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine. Are you okay? You know you’re going to have to be-”

“I know.” He nodded. You watched his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallowed thickly. “I’ll be fine. Just…tell me right now if you need to step out for this one.”

You gave him a smile that you knew he didn’t buy, just by the slight narrowing of his eye, his lips pressing together. “No. No, I’m good for this. If you think I’m gonna let you two idiots go into Madripoor with him - alone - oil that cyborg brain of yours, because there’s no way.”

He squeezed your hand, eyes still filled with uncertainty. “Are you sure?”

“If there’s even a slight possibility that I can protect you, then yeah. I’m sure, Buckaroo.”

[buttterknifeee]

How long is forever? - Teen Titans x Aquagirl!Reader

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Request: "Hello, May I request an episode insert in the Teen Titans episode 'How Long Is Forever?'"

Summary: Starfire takes a trip to the future... only to find out that you and the other Titans have disbanded. Will she find a way back to the present, or will you live an unfulfilling life forever?? (from S2 EP1)

Pairings: None

Word Count: 3919

A/N: Hey!!! sorry this took a while, it was super hard to write it due to most of it being in Starfire's POV. Most of the episodes in the series are centered around specific titans, so if you have an idea for an Aquagirl centered episode, feel free to send it in!!! (theres also a grand total of one cuss word in there)

Aquagirl’s Room - 2004

“Where is it? Where is it?” you mumble, tearing your room apart. You were looking for one of your CDs that you were in the mood for listening to. You threw your clothes into the air, looked under your bed, and even checked inside of your fish tank, holding the water containing a few tropical fish above you until you gave up. You sighed, finally checking the clock. You realized that you’ve been in your room for an hour and you haven’t even said hello to the other titans. You quickly change into your suit and head to the living room.

You stretched as you walked in. “Hey guys-” you stop in confusion at the scene in front of you. Starfire was standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, holding a bunch of necklaces and boxes and babbling something about “Blorthorg”, Beast Boy and Cyborg were brawling for a video game remote, Raven was reading silently and holding up a pair of nail clippers (?) telepathically, and Robin….

Anger bubbles up inside of you as you realize that he was in front of the stereo, blasting music. From your CD. You cross your arms as you march up to the Boy Wonder.

“Hey Rob, whatcha doing with my CD?” You say. “What, was Kelly Clarkson too quiet for you?”

Raven adds, “Yeah Robin, could the music be a little louder? I can still hear myself think.”

He glares at the two of you “I don’t listen- I only turned the music up to DROWN OUT ALL THE YELLING!!” He refers to the two boys. Cyborg now had Beast Boy in a headlock, holding the controller triumphantly.

“Whose turn is it now, tough guy? Whose turn is it now?” Cyborg taunts the green teen.

“Knock it off! I can't work with you two acting like idiots!” Robin yells.

“Work?? The only “work” I see you doing is stealing my stuff!” You snap.

“Great. More yelling will definitely stop the yelling.” Raven says, a sarcastic smirk on her face.

The three of you glared at each other, Cyborg and Beast Boy were still fighting, and one of Starfire’s necklaces broke, its beads tumbling onto the ground.

“STTTOOOOPPPPP!” the alien princess screamed. You stared at her in surprise. She took a deep breath and recomposed herself.

“ Friends must never behave this way, and especially not on Blorthog! Do you wish to invite the Rekmas?” she said.

“Gesundheit?” Beast Boy said, confused by her vocabulary.

“On my world, ‘Rekmas’ means ‘the Drifting.’” she explains. “The point at which close friends begin to drift apart, and their friendship begins to die.” She frowned. You immediately felt bad for all the yelling you did.

“Aw, come on, Starfire.” Cyborg comes to her side.

“We are so not Rek-whatever-ing.” Beast Boy reassures her.

“We're getting on each other's nerves a little. Big deal.” Raven says.

“Fighting’s just a part of life. As long as we resolve it, we’ll be fine.” You say.

“Yeah. This is just typical roommate stuff. We're not going to drift apart, Star. I promise. We'll all be friends forever.” Robin declares

“Forever?” Starfire asks. Before you could answer, Robin’s T-communicator beeped. The communicator was flashing red, and he turned to you and the others.

“Titans! Trouble!” he says. You all rush out of the Tower and into the city.

You find the “trouble” in the Jump City museum. It was a man wearing black and gold armor and a goatee: Warp. He was monologuing to a bunch of guards that he had frozen.

“I didn't journey back in time one hundred years to squabble, I came to steal.” You see him reaching for one of the clocks. “The Clock of Eternity. Valuable in the past, priceless in the future.” Robin steppeds forward, throwing his birdirang to knock Warp’s hand back.

“But for the present...you'll keep your filthy hands off it.” He says, announcing the Titans’ entrance. The man turns to the six of you.

"The Teen Titans. This is a treat. I read all about you in the historical archives. And now, you're all history!” He fires his laser at you all.

“Titans! Go!” Robin yells as you scramble to dodge his rays. He blocks Warp’s rays with his staff, but at the last shot the staff breaks, and he backed up. Starfire blasts her starbolts at him, but the bolts ricochet off of him and hits her, sending her to the ground. You and Beast Boy attack him now, a stream of water lifting you into the air by your feet. You put your hands in front of you and a jet of water blasts out of your hands, heading straight for Warp. He held his hand us as the water made contact with him, and froze the water. The ice traveled up the jet of water and onto your hands, encasing them in the long shard of ice. You fell, the weight of the ice dragging you down. You winced as you saw Beast Boy meet a similar fate, his animal form frozen in ice next to you. You struggled to free your hands as Cyborg and Raven both went down. Robin gives one last attempt to take Warp down, running towards him.

“You cannot defeat Warp. I am from the future.” He says, throwing disks towards Robin. He dove to the side as the projectiles exploded. “And your relics are one hundred years out of date." He grabs the clock and presses a blue lens from his armor. Suddenly, a blinding white portal forms in front of him. Your hands were still stuck so you had to squint.

“Ta-ta, Titans. I have enjoyed our time together, but I've got a very bright future ahead of me.” He sneers, stepping through the portal. You finally pull your hands out of the chunk of ice just in time to see Starfire slam into Warp, sending the two of them into the portal.

“Starfire!” Robin yells, trying to dive in after her, only for the portal to close and him to fall on the floor. You pull him up from the ground and look around. Starfire was gone.

Titan’s Tower-2024

Starfire couldn’t believe what was going on. After tackling Warp, she ripped off the lens on his suit and ended up in Jump City, 20 years into the future. She found Cyborg alone in the rotting Titans Tower, hooked up to a large battery. He explained that the day she left, the Titans fell apart, and disbanded soon after. He told her that the others can help her get back to the present, telling her where to find you, Beast Boy, and Raven.

She found herself at a circus whilst looking for Beast Boy. There in a cage, sat Beast Boy, changing into various animals. She approached the cage as he turned back into his human form. He was now a pudgy old man, with a great deal of hair loss. He looked at her with wide eyes through the bars.

“No way! It's you. But how?” he asked, peering at her with his wrinkled eyes.

“I require your help.” Starfire said.

“What kinda help?” Beast Boy asked.

“The future is not as it should be. We must find Warp. I will free you from this--” Beast Boy stopped Starfire from continuing her sentence.

“This cage isn't to keep me in! It's to keep those maniacs out!” he explained in a panicked tone, referring to a group of kids. “Look. After the Titans broke up, I tried the whole solo-hero thing. Got my butt kicked, a lot. So now, well…”

He turned into a chicken briefly to illustrate his point. “ Besides, I'm in the showbiz now.” Starfire could tell he wasn’t happy with where he was, but there was nothing she could do. She left Beast Boy and went to find Raven.

She found Raven in a room in a broken down building. She was standing in a pure white room, wearing a white cloak to match. Her back was facing Starfire when she arrived.

“Raven?” she squeaked, inching into the room. “Raven, it is Starfire, your friend”

“No such thing.” she groaned, her back still facing Starfire. Starfire’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Please, Raven I-”

“Just another figment. Don’t even look.”

“You must listen! I am here because-” she pleads, but Raven stops her.

“I’m never coming back! Go away!” she yells, Starfire backing up in fear. “It has to go away. Just like before. Just like all the others.” Starfire frowns in realization. She must not think I’m real; she thinks it's all in her head.

“Your mind.” she says softly, approaching the cloaked woman. “Without friends, you must have--” Starfire was about to touch Raven, but her familiar dark shield formed around her. She gasps, then eventually leaves the room in defeat. There was one last person she could try talking to. You.

She walked by the Jump City beach, the same place where you got your powers all those years ago. Suddenly, you rose out of the ocean, the water around you carrying you onto shore. Your face was stuck in a permanent glare, different to your constant smiles as a teen. You were taller, definitely had a few wrinkles, and you were wearing Atlantean clothing. Starfire flinched at your sudden arrival.

“Aquagirl! how-”

“I don’t go by Aquagirl anymore. I am Queen (y/n), ruler of Atlantis. And word gets around when one of your old teammates who had disappeared 20 years ago is roaming Jump City again, even at the bottom of the ocean.” You say coldly, eyeing her as she shrunk at the sight of you.

“What had happened to you, my friend?” she asked.

You sigh, recalling your memories. “After you disappeared and the team disbanded, I vowed to never be as soft and vulnerable as I was then. I moved to Atlantis, and was eventually appointed ruler.”

“Oh my, that sounds terrible!” Starfire exclaimed. “I need your help my friend-”

“No.”

“No?”

“No. It’s not terrible, I am quite fine just the way I am. And we were friends 20 years ago; things have changed.” You turn your back to her. “I must get going; there’s much I need to do.” Starfire stares at you in sadness as you walk back into the ocean, the water swallowing you up and the waves lapping like normal.

Starfire trudges through the snow-covered city, when a laser blast knocks her back. Her eyes raise to meet with Warp’s, his weapon aimed at her.

“What’s the matter, dear? Have I come at a bad time?” he snarls, opening fire once more. She dodges his shots and fires back, but the starbolts simply bounce off his modern armor. She tried to hit him close up but he held up his hand and ice formed around her midair. The large chunk of ice containing Starfire drops and shatters, leaving Starfire on the ground, shivering. She glares at Warp, who now has deeper wrinkles on his face.

“You have become so old,” she notes, still on the ground.

“That's what happens when someone steals my vortex regulator.” he says, holding out his hand. “The regulator, if you please. I really must get back to my future.” She stands up and takes the lens out from her belt. She couldn’t let him leave, especially when she’s stuck in a future like this. She held the disk next to her and warmed up a starbolt, as if to hold it hostage.

“If you ever wish to see your future you will repair the damage you have done to my past!” she yelled, anger bubbling up inside her. The villain laughed.

“Damage? Silly girl. There's nothing wrong with your past. One cannot damage history, because history cannot be changed.” He held up the clock and continued. “I went back in time to steal this because history says it disappeared. And history says it disappeared because I went back to steal it. Past, present, future. It's all written in stone, my dear.”

Starfire stood in disbelief dropping her glowing hand. No… this can't be the future we’re destined to live. Such terrible lives… she thought. Warp walked up to her shocked state and took the lens out of her hand.

“And nothing you do can ever change it.” he scoffed. Warp prepared to blast her when he was knocked into the alleyway by an unknown figure. Starfire snapped back into reality and looked around for you had knocked the villain back. A dark silhouette lept forward and threw Warp against the end wall of the alley. They threw disks at the villain, the area around him exploding. When the smoke cleared, Starfire could see that Warp had used a force field. He released his shield only to be met with the mysterious figure dropping down towards him. He stared straight at Starfire.

“Another time, perhaps.” he said. Before the shadowed person could reached him, he dropped into the ground. The person who had tried to fight him landed right where Warp had been, and as they straightened up, Starfire inched forward to see who it was.

“It’s good to see you again.” the person said. Starfire could recognize that voice from anywhere, and apparently, anytime.

“Robin?” she asked.

“I haven’t used that name in a long time.” he said, finally stepping out of the shadows. He looked nothing like the Boy Wonder she knew. His traffic-light esque uniform was replaced by a black suit with a blue bird on the front. He still wore a mask and he now had long, black hair.

“Call me… Nightwing.”

Starfire found herself in Robin’s (or Nightwing’s) base. She looked at a glass case of his old uniform, a feeling of melancholy washing over her. She was glad that he was ok, but the Robin she once knew was now nothing more than a mannequin display. Nightwing wrapped a blanket around her with a small smile.

Nightwing finally spoke. “So I’ve heard you’ve been looking for help.”

Starfire sighed. “There is nothing you can do. There is nothing anyone can do. The past cannot be repaired, the future cannot be altered, no matter how wrong it seems.”

“So it’s impossible.” Nightwing determined from her rant, walking towards a bunch of computers. “Good. If memory serves, we've done the impossible before.”

Nightwing’s words had surprised Starfire. None of the others had said anything as hopeful since she’d arrived here. A small fire of hope blossomed inside of her.

“I held on to this,” Nightwing says, pressing a button from a device. “...just in case.” Starfire’s eyes widened, realizing that it was a T-communicator. The communicator began to flash red, and to Starfire’s delight, so did her neck piece and wrist guard.

At the bottom of the ocean, you sat on a throne, talking to your advisers. As they left, your seashell necklace began to flash red. You looked at it in surprise, recognizing what it meant: it was an emergency signal that Robin had put in your necklace while you were still in a team. Even after 20 years, he had never used it until now. You began to get up from your throne when a group of your advisors came back, swarming you with scrolls and questions. You sat back down, a bitter feeling in your throat.

Beast Boy’s belt had flashed red whilst he was performing a trick in his animal form. He quickly jumped back into human form. He observed his belt for a moment before stepping back, hanging his head.

Cyborg's robotic eye flashed red as he sat alone in the Titans Tower. He immediately got up and started towards the door, only to be stopped by the wires keeping him alive and stuck inside the tower. He looks back at the power source.

Raven still stands alone in the room, her back facing the door. The brooch of her cloak flashes red, and without looking at it, she covers it with her hand.

Starfire and Nightwing venture to Jump City museum, where they find Warp, fixing his time travel suit. He wields the lens that he took from Starfire to his suit, whilst talking to himself.

“Tick-tock.” he laughs. “Just a few more seconds, and I shall finally--” his sentence was cut off by Nightwing knocking the tool out of his hand, revealing him and Starfire’s position.

“The future will have to wait.” Nightwing says, extending his staff. “You just ran out of time.”

Warp growls and fires laser beams at them, causing them to split up to avoid getting hit. Starfire shoots her starbolts at Warp again, despite them getting deflected by his force field. Nightwing however, jumped down on him again, using his staff to crush one of his lasers. He turns to face Nightwing, but Starfire lands a hit on his back with her starbolt. He tries to laser Starfire but has to dodge Nightwing’s staff attacks that barely strike him. He fights quickly and with fury, eventually knocking Warp flat on his back. The two heroes step close to him to inspect him. But Warp grins, and uses his second laser to blow a hole through the roof, snow and rubble falling onto Starfire.

“Star!” Nightwing yells, but Warp blasts him back with his laser. Warp runs over to the tool he dropped and started repairing his suit again as Nightwing helped Starfire up. Suddenly, he was blasted back by a familiar blue ray. Starfire and Nightwing turn to see Cyborg, his arm cannon smoking, but being able to function without any wires.

“Boo-yah” he says with a grimace.

“Cyborg!” Starfire exclaims, flying over to the half robot. “You are repaired!”

“Glad you could make it,” Nightwing says, joining them.

“Wouldn't have missed it. Now who said y'all could start without me?” Cyborg said as Warp stood back up.

“So sorry,” Warp said, holding up another device. “Perhaps I should finish you first!” Before he could use the device, he was attacked by a green lion, Beast Boy. Warp looked at the lens he was repairing, now crackling with electricity. In anger, he pointed a laser at him, but a jet of water shot up from the floor. You ran into view, a trident now in your hand.

“Heard you guys needed help!” you yell, a hint of a smile peeking out from your stoic face.

Before Warp could fall to the ground again, he is overtaken by magic, and thrown into the side of the wall. Raven materializes, still wearing a white cloak.

“Nobody hurts my friends,” she said, reminiscent of the first time you met her.

“Dude, that is so unfair,” Beast Boy whines, comparing his bald head to Nightwing’s flowing hair. The six Titans turn to see Warp, who has managed to create a wormhole, despite his suit being damaged.

“It seems my time has come,” Warp said, preparing to walk through the wormhole. Nightwing threw a birdarang at Warp, Warp throwing his own disk to intercept it. Starfire watched in awe as the birdirang sliced through Warp’s disk and hit him in the chest, right where the lens sat.

“Uh?! No! NOOOOO!” the six of you watched in horror as Warp regressed in age until he was nothing more than a screaming infant.

“Ok, I am not changing any diapers.” Beast Boy said, staring at the baby.

Cyborg looked at Starfire. “We gotta get you home. Come on!” he pointed at the wormhole, which was shrinking. He took the lens from the suit and put it in his arm cannon. He fired at the wormhole, making it bigger.

“Im redirecting the wormhole.” Cyborg said, turning to Starfire. “Starfire! Go!” She steps towards the portal and looks back at her friends. Their lives seemed so lonely and.. dissatisfying. Is this life they were destined to live?

“Please, must this really be our future?” She asked. The rest of you looked at her silently, sadness in your eyes. “Is there nothing I can do to change it?” Nightwing stepped up and looked directly into her eyes.

“I'm sorry, Star. There isn't time.” Nightwing said. He placed the clock that Warp had stolen in her hand and his other hand on her shoulder. He gives her one last smile before stepping back towards the other Titans, beckoning her to enter the portal. Starfire took a deep breath, and walked into the portal.

Jump City Museum - 2004

“Ta-ta, Titans. I have enjoyed our time together, but I've got a very bright future ahead of me.” He sneers, stepping through the portal. You finally pull your hands out of the chunk of ice just in time to see Starfire slam into Warp, sending the two of them into the portal.

“Starfire!” Robin yells, trying to dive in after her, only for the portal to close and him to fall on the floor. You pull him up from the ground and look around. Starfire was gone.

“Oh my god,” you whispered.

Beast Boy stared at the place the portal was. “Um, where did she-?”

Another portal opens with a brilliant flash between Beast Boy and Cyborg. Starfire falls out, curled around an item. You all rushed towards her.

“Dude!”

“Whoa!”

“Star! What happened?” Robin asked as the portal behind her closed.

“History said it disappeared.” Starfire said, straightening and revealing the clock warp had just stolen. “But history was wrong!”

The boys stared at her dumbstruck but you laughed, diving in for a hug.

You stood with the other titans as Starfire recounted her story. You covered your mouth in awe to find out what happened to you and the others in the future.

“Then Nightwing handed me the clock and I entered the vortex.” she finished.

“Woah,” Raven said, shocked by the recount of Starfire’s story.

“Bald?!” Beast Boy yells, grabbing at his hair. “You're telling me I'm going to be bald?!”

“Gosh, Star, all of our lives seem so terrible,” you say, thinking about what Starfire had said about you. You were a queen (which was cool), but you were also a cold hearted bitch (super uncool). You didn’t want that to happen, and more importantly for you to no longer be friends with the other Titans.

“Guess you were right about all that Rekmas stuff,” Cyborg said, slightly concerned.

“I don't want us to drift apart. Does it all have to happen? Isn't there anything we can-” Robin worries out loud, but Starfire stops him.

“Our friendship has already changed Warp's past. I believe it can also change our future.” Starfire says with a smile.

“Yeah I mean, the original reason we “broke up” was because of Starfire disappearing, and since she’s here now, we aren’t breaking up!” You chimed in, grinning at the other Titans.

Raven picks up the broken necklace with her telekinesis, stringing them back together.

“So… is it too late to do this festival-of-friendship thing?” she asks.

Starfire’s eyes sparkled. “Oh, it’s never too late!”

You all put on the bulbous necklaces Starfire brought in the morning.

“HAPPY BORTHOG!!!” Cyborg cheers.

“I thought it was Blort-Hog,” Beast Boy wondered.

“Okay, I feel like a wind-chime.” Raven groans.

“A very cool wind-chime,” you winked.

Starfire put the last necklace on Robin. He raises an eyebrow at her.

“So… Nightwing, huh?” he asked.

“Don’t even think about it bird brain,” you yelled from across the room, causing him to blush. You all burst out into laughter. The tower stayed cheerful the rest of the night.

[naha-division]

—{ If one chooses the simple things then you’ll find joy in nature’s treasures }—

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Kyo Sakuma (a.k.a Neptune) is a lifeguard and the second member of Wild Shīnu

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TECHNICAL INFORMATION

Name: Kyō Sakuma

Kanji: 佐久間 恭

Romanji: Sakuma Kyō

MC Name: NEPTUNE

CHARACTER INFORMATION

Occupation: Lifeguard

Birthday: January 20

Age: 22

Zodiac: Aquarius

Height: 179cm

Weight: 69 kg

Blood Type: O

FUN FACTS

Dominant Hand: Right

Likes: fishes, surfing, visiting aquarium, swimming, shaved ice, sea creatures

Hates: trash, pollution, heights, blood, Naoki’s nagging, cold weather

Favorite Food: Apricot

Least Favorite Food: Seafoods

Color: Ocean Blue

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PROFILE

He is a lifeguard watching under surveillance for the safety of civilians around beaches or shores. He very much love the water/ocean since his family home is near the beach.

He was well-loved by everyone in Naha city as well. Pretty much love his job as lifeguard when there’s water around. He’s confident enough to do anything to rescue both people and fishes that many called him “the hero of oceans” although he has a weakness for blood which cause him to have traumatic episodes.

His love for ocean is too strong that sometimes he’d distract himself to goof around surfing while he’s on duty. He may do as he wants however, he did very well with his job, responsibly.

Mainly women have been attracted to Kyo because of his gorgeous looks and bright personality. Even though, he’s so much dense to realize that he had a lot of admires around him, especially his secret fan club.

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APPEARANCE

Kyo is a handsome young man with fair skin, fairly defined muscular than Ryūnnosuke and has a left Blackwork style tattoo from neck to shoulders.

He has black long hair with few streaks of hair held back and tied into a bun while the rest is going down. He also wore his bangs upwards and few stray strands of hair fall loosely at the sides of his face. The bottom ends of his hair fade into a light blue color. The eyes are interchangeable with the lighting from ocean blue to normal blue and has thick eyebrows.

On top of his head, he only wore a visor hat. He likes to wear summer fashion like wearing a dark blue sleeveless shirt with a colorful jacket consist of white, blue, and violet. Together with yellow shorts and sneakers that matches with with his jacket. He also wore anklet that has a fire symbol on his left ankle

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RAP ABILITY

Tsunami (his ability could create a huge flood of water with literal words, directly attack the opponent’s ability & speaker to malfunction in a short amount of time)

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ETYMOLOGY

—> Kyō means “apricot, respectful” (恭) (kyo)

—> Sakuma means “help” (佐) (sa), “old story” (久) (ku) and “space” (間) (ma)

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TRIVIA

He has a mother, father, and grandparents. His mother works at the aquarium while his father is a fisherman and he lived with his grandparents at home

Kyou’s favorite food is apricot because his first name means apricot

Every night, he secretly sneaking out from home going to the beach and playing around with ocean but end up being caught by the security all the time

There was a hardcore girls fan club that love & support Kyo very much but never did he knew he has one. One of the leader is a high school girl whom Kyo have saved and had a huge crush on him, which he also didn’t know about her

Not only he’s dense around women but he’s pretty innocent

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[pitch-pearl-void]

(The borderlands anon from however long ago)

So, I finished watching the show a couple days ago, because there were a couple things that showed up consistently in fics i that I didn’t understand (blood blossoms, some of the baddies, a handful of fenton inventions, etc)

First off, I still very much prefer pitch pearl to amethyst ocean or whatever the hell it’s called

And also, do you know where pitch pearl as a ship came from? I know there’s the episode with fun and super, but is that all there really was? Or were there more early fandom headcannons that supported them as separate beings?

Hello again! Sorry this took so long, I wasn’t sure how to answer 😅

Canon did a poor job with AO. I would even say it did it dirty, but it's popular enough it doesn't need that kind of support lol. If you really want to give it a fair shake I’d recommend reading fanfiction for it, but I understand everyone’s preferences are different. I personally don’t ship it because shipping best friends is something I have real issues with, but it’s not a bad ship if you want something that’s soft and makes you feel all warm inside.

Onto pitch pearl tho!

Tbh, I’m not entirely sure myself how pitch pearl as a ship started. I don’t believe it was because of the Fun and Super episode, largely because those two are rarely used in the ship. 

I asked someone else, and they thought that moment in What You Want when Phantom was first torn from Fenton as this colorless ghost might have been what started the concept they weren’t one whole person. Because, honestly? This ship goes far, FAR back. A lot of the older fics made Phantom into a voice in Danny’s head or a spirit that could separate from him at will without the need of the Ghost Catcher in order to offer Danny comfort. They had no rules because there weren’t any set way yet. The fact that Phantom could move and think independently from Danny was enough to get people thinking. It wasn't all romantic, most of it was borderline at best. They mostly focused on hurt/comfort and self-love, finding a balance between human and ghost with the occasional kiss thrown in.

Then there’s TUE, where Danny meets his evil future self and learns that his ghost half killed his human half after merging with Plasmius. It definitely gave more credence to the idea there might be more to Danny’s ghost half than simply having ghost powers. It aired before Identity Crisis, so it set the stage with a BOOM and had a much bigger impact on the ship. Phantom being seen as his own person is a bit more credible when he’s willing to kill Danny. It helped that TUE was a VERY popular episode. It drew in a huge crowd, and everyone was curious about what made the ghost half snap like that if he’s supposed to be Danny.

Supporting that idea is that a lot of the older art and fics took a darker view of Phantom in general, seeing him as Danny’s darker half or a ghost out for revenge after being imprisoned for so long. Even the name “pitch pearl” was created with that in mind. I always thought of it as “white hair/black hair” in the same vein as AO taking inspiration from Sam’s purple eyes and Danny’s blue, but when I went searching for the origins for the name, the old explanation set Danny Fenton as white pearl and Phantom as pitch black. The reasoning for that was partly their jumpsuits pre- and post- accident, but also because Fenton is human and “pure” while Phantom is a ghost and dangerous--because without Fenton, Phantom became Dan and destroyed everything.

For obvious and somewhat personal reasons, I don’t subscribe to that. But it does make all the art where Phantom looks evil while holding Danny make sense. I don’t like dark romance, and I’m personally thrilled we moved away from such a dark beginning, but it likely had a hand in the early popularity of pitch pearl.

If I were to guess how else it started when the source has them as one person, I would say it was most likely the fanart? Putting Fenton and Phantom side-by-side has a yin-yang appeal, and when they interact in art, you get the sense that these are two characters, not one. This was really popular when the fandom was much bigger than it is now.

For instance

Save Our Soul by nycken isn't a shipping piece by any means, but it could very easily give rise to the idea, especially if someone is new to the fandom.

They did not shy away from it being a self-cest ship back then, though. The idea that Phantom wasn't Danny was there, but I don't think anyone looked for evidence in the show to support it. That seems to be something the ship has evolved into rather than something it started from, and it is honestly my favorite way to see it.

I do have many headcanons about how they aren’t the same person in canon if you're interested! There’s the out of sync transformations, the title sequence and how Super and Fun are shown to separate in the Identity Crisis episode, Vlad’s inability to clone Danny, the way Danny talks to himself, just all kinds of things! If you want to hear more about those I'd be happy to answer 😁 (they'd probably be easier too lol)

But yeah, I think it was TUE and fanart. There may have been other factors (I think this was around the time Yu-Gi-Oh and puzzleshipping was popular too) because fandom doesn't exist in a vacuum, but I really couldn't say for sure. It's a ship that means different things for everyone who ships it. I like the psychological questions when they start off as "one" (the bonded peeps version) and enjoy the aus like soooo much, but others like it only for aus, and others like it as a crack ship, and then there are even others who like it as something dangerous. Some people love it for Fun and Super in Identity Crisis because they're just fun caricatures. It's hard to find the origin point when it has so many branches lol

[lovesgonnabe]

Love Is Worth It - Mini Episode I: Happy Mothers Day

Characters: Chris Evans x Maya Alonso-Evans (Black OFC)

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, cursing,daddy kink, fake IG Post.

Word Count: IDK Yet(Soon)

Summary: What happens when there is a surprise on the Horizon?

AN/Disclaimer: There’s only slight edits so there may be errors. Also if you haven’t noticed this series will have many time jump things referenced here may make more sense later on in the series when new episodes come out so please bear with me.

Taglist: @thesecretlifeofdaydreamss, @canadian-girl87, @i-just-like-fanfics, @omg-mymelaninisbeautiful​ if you would like to join the taglist let me know.

Please leave a note and tell me what you think!

May 9th, 2021

Boston was moving from chilly too warm with still more cold days than not. Boston at this time was beautiful even The Evans home was littered with flowers. The beginning of 2021 has been eventful for the Evans Family.

Chris's A Starting Point has taken off like no one had expected, doing incredible number in educating a whole generation on one of Chris’s passions politics and the world.

While Maya within the few months has launched her skincare line Lavish Lilah Skin, and has been able to open back up her dermatology offices with the slowing down of the current devastating pandemic.

This Mothers Day for the family of 3 was different but the same at the same time.

Maya's Birthday has just passed, Chris filming schedule will pick up in the Summer and for the last year Delilah has been homeschooled.

With work picking up for the couple May 9th was a beautiful day for the Evans to just relax and be together as a family.

Its 9 am and Maya was sprawled in the middle of their California King Bed as Chris and Delilah were in the downstairs getting Maya's Mothers Day Gift ready.

"Ok Lilah you've got mommy's gifts and I've got the food you ready?" Chris asked with the tray in his hand.

Delilah nodded and they headed up the steps to the master bedroom the 5 year old ran up too the room first leaving Chris in her dust.

"Mom wake up its Mommy Day" Delilah said trying to climb the large bed.

Maya began to stir awake with a smirk on her face when she heard her baby girl struggle to to get up on the bed.

Delilah hooped on the outerman at the front of the bed and climbed to her mom laying up on Chris's said of the bed.

Delilah began to play with Maya's face.

"mommy get up me and daddy have gifs" Delilah said trying to open Maya's eyes with her little fingers.

Maya breaks out into a laugh now completely awake and pulling Delilah into a big hug kissing her all over the face.

When Chris walked in his two favorite girls were both laughing their heads off the sunlight in the room glowed on their golden skin as their smiling faces brought a bright smile to his.

"Are you two having fun without me" Chris asked as he walked to Maya's side of the bed.

Chris lays the tray on the night stand, pecking Maya on the lips mumbling a sweet Happy Mothers Day against her lips as he pulls her into a deeper kiss just enjoying the taste of her sinful lips.

When they pull away Maya moves over to make room for Chris in their large bed.

Delilah and Chris handed over the gifts to Maya, it wasn't a lot just some small things a card made by Maya from her zoom arts class, a mini breakfast in bed and more flowers *like she needed anymore*.

"Sweetheart I told you that you didn't have to do anything for me for Mothers Day especially everything you have done for me recently" Maya said taking sip from her coffee mug.

Chris chuckles thinking about the last few months, and he has been what you would call a rockstar husband.

With the pandemic Chris has been home a lot more he dropped a film he planned to star in and went full throttle on ASP which kept him home a lot making him kind of a stay home dad.

Chris did everything from some cooking to cleaning to school with Delilah. Him staying home was not only for him to do ASP and spend more time with his family but to let Maya work and bring her employess back so she can get her dermotobly practice back to as close to 100% as she can during a pandemic.

Not only that Chris hosted a surprise launch party/brithday party for Maya's new skincare venture in early April that was a small get together with all there closest friends and family (that were vaccinated). Even flying her parents who they haven’t seen in a year out to see them. (who were still in town and staying out in their guest home)

The three were still sitting in bed watching cartoons.

"My love if you thought today would go by and I would not celebrate you then you are out of your mind" Chris said kissing Maya's head.

The last four months have really shown Chris how much he admires Maya because everything he has been doing is what Maya has been doing since Dede was born.

So at least for today Chris was pulling out the red carpet for love of his life, after an hour of just lazying around Chris grabbed a now napping Delilah and told maya that she need to be dressed and ready to leave the house by 1pm which was 2 hours from the current time.

When 1pm hit the Evans and the Alonsos were out of the house and all in Maya's Truck.

They drove the 3 hours to the Alonso Family Estate in Martha's Vineyard and with Maya having absolutely no idea where they were going she grew antsy because unbeknownst to everyone in the car except her mother Maya was now Pregnant with her and Chris's second child and she was afraid she was going to have an accident in the car.

Maya was about 16 weeks how she has hide being pregnant from Chris for that long is a surprise and a miracle on its own.

However she just wanted to wait until she was absolutly sure that she could carry a complete trimester before telling anyone but her mom because her and Chris have tried 5 times after Delilah and has miscarred everytime.

All that faliure takes a toll not only on your body but on your psyche and she didn’t want to keep getting Chris's hopes up to keep failing him.

Even though he has been there through it all to hold her when she cries thinking about it or pick her up from the pool of blood in the middle of the night he was there holding her hand, but the of how many more times will he be able to do this with her still creeps in the back of Maya's mind.

Her mom's reassuring smile kept her calm while Chris and Maya held hands the entire ride up as they rolled up around 5pm to the estate that had multiply cars in the driveway.

When they walked in Maya's Brothers were both there along with Chris's parents, siblings and their kids.

Chris explained to Maya that with the kids out of school they all decided to being summer vacation a bit early.

As the night went on the all talked, laughed, ate good food and enjoyed each others company as one huge blended family.

It was coming up around 7pm it was golden hour outside and Maya knew for some reason it was time to tell Chris.

As Maya walked outside closet to the horses her mom followed.

"May baby cakes its time you can't live in fear forever" handing the ultrasound she kept in her purse and walking back into the house Maya took a deep breath as she sipped on her water and looked at sun hint the vinyard in the most majestic way.

"Maya you ok your mom wanted me to come and check in on you" Chris asked walking next to Maya who bit her lip which she did whenever she was nervous.

"Babe whats wrong" Chris knew something wasn't right the her body langague was and Chris could read his wife.

Maya tightly gripped the ultrasoud and turned toward Chris looking into his ocean blue eyes made her weak at the knees but she needed to focus.

She handed him the photo

"For the last 16 weeks or so I haven't found a way to tell that we are pregant and I guess this is it I am sorry I waited so long" Maya Says.

She smirks trying to keep it light hearted and Chris Smiles not even taking enough time to really process the new information with tears in his eye picking up Maya who squeals as he spins her around.

"I hope you know I knew already” he says putting her down leaving his arms around her waist.

"What do you mean you knew" Maya asked as her eyebrows frowned as she looked up at him.

"You underestimate how well I know your body" Chris says rubbing his hands up and down the curves of her body till her reached her ass giving it a good squeeze.

"Also you definitely did not hide this ultrasound that well so when I did first have hunch you had already confirmed it to me without even knowing it" Chris said.

He gave Maya his trademark smile and kissed his wife like his life depended on it.

"why didn’t you tell me you knew" she asked breaking the sweet embrace of the two lovers.

"the same reason you didn't I know that with you even though I hate it, some times I need to just watch from the sideline before you can put me in coach, but next time please do wait this long" Chris said.

Maya eyebrow raised "who said there will be a next time you better be lucky you are even getting 2 out of me sir" she said.

Chris laughs "thats what your mouth is saying now we will see what it says later when you riding papi's cock" He said kissing her lips even harder as they fought for domanice.

They knew both of there families were inside and thats why they stopped and just stood enjoying each others company.

"lets take a picture babe for memories" Chris said.

They pulled apart and Maya laughed .

"Chris look at you trying to take flicks for the gram" Maya said posing next to her favorite horse.

Chris took the picture and put it on his instagram along with a picture of Maya when she was pregnant with Delilah.

Chris laughed grapped her hand and they walked inside and told everyone the good news.

This will definaly be a Mothers Day they would never forget!