#been building a team around childe with a focus on bloom

[ipcearn]

Kaveh really is dope with a bloom team

Like damn

[mm2305]

All That Matters

Characters/pairings :  Ethan Ramsey & Olivia Valentine

Words/Genre :   2.8 K / Angst , Romance

Warnings : mentions of death,injuries

Summary : Olivia gets seriously injured. How does Ethan react?

A/N : Hello again! This fic was written per @groovypalacehorselover​ ‘s request. This is the first time I’m attempting to write angst , so I hope this comes out good enough. A big THANK YOU to @romewritingshop​ for her help in editing this. Moodboard inspired by @potionsprefect 's ones.

Disclaimer : all characters and pictures belong to the rightful owners

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Enjoy!

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Ethan was frantically rushing through the hospital corridors. Dread and anxiety flooded his mind that he could barely breathe. There was no way he would allow it to stall him. Pushing himself to go as fast as he could to get to the farthest wing of the hospital, he slammed the double doors ahead open.A group of interns were nattering amongst themselves,oblivious to the frantic attending approaching them. A thundering voice broke them out of their trance. 

"OUT OF MY WAY!", he boomed at them, as he was approaching closer. 

The interns, startled by him, broke apart allowing him to pass through them. What made them wonder though, was the clear, unadulterated emotion in his eyes. He looked as though his world was slowly crumbling around him. And they weren't wrong. 

2 Hours Earlier

Olivia was finishing up her rounds for the day. In a few hours she’d be home, snuggled with her favorite throw blanket, watching a movie on Netflix while Ethan would complain incessantly  about her taste in movies. She had to visit her last patient, a sweet seven year old boy named Nathan. 

His diagnosis was a difficult case to solve and this made young Nathan restless. His mom came to stay with him in the evening  but she had to go to work early in the morning. The poor boy was often bored out of his mind, taking adventurous strolls through the hospital, without telling anyone. There were several instances  that she and a few nurses had to track him down, but still Nathan continued doing that. She couldn’t really blame the poor kid. Today was just one of those days. 

Olivia walked to the nurses' desk, to ask about Nathan. 

"Hello Sarah, did you happen to see Nathan? I think he snuck  out of his room again." 

"Dr Valentine! No, I haven't. Maybe you should ask Mary. She might have an idea where Nathan is.", The nurse replied with a soft smile. 

"Okay, thank you!"

She left the reception in search of Mary. Before long, she found her in one of the halls. 

"Hi Mary, I was wondering if you've seen Nathan?", She inquired politely. 

"Dr Valentine! I was just looking for you. I think I saw the kid heading towards the halls leading to the new wing." 

"The new wing? Isn't that under construction?", Olivia asked, an audible tremor in her voice. 

"Yes?" 

"Oh God! Come on! We need to find him now!", she said, a feeling of worry and dread filling her. The new wing Bloom designed was essentially a plan to enlarge the facilities available for research. From what she heard, it wasn't safe to roam around the place without any safety gear. It was too dangerous to go there, especially for a young boy like Nathan, but she won’t let him fall to harm. 

After a few minutes of darting around and asking everyone they encountered, Mary and Olivia got the same response. They saw a kid among these halls at some point. By the time they reached the site, Olivia and Mary began calling for him. 

"Nathan? Are you here?" 

"Nathan? Nathan come here, it's me, Dr Olivia" 

No answer. Either he wasn't here or he just couldn't hear them clearly. The two women began to slow down their pacing steps as they carefully tread through the congested building site, all while calling for the young boy. 

"Dr Oliv?", They heard a small shaky voice calling. 

Olivia knew it was him and rushed towards the direction of the voice. Mary, hot on her heels, noticed him first. 

"He's there!", She exclaimed, running to his side and checking over him for any injuries. 

Olivia began walking towards them, relieved that Nathan was okay,when she heard a cracking noise. She quickly realized that the wall, they were close to, was about to collapse! With a sudden burst of adrenaline, she rushed towards them and pushed them away from the wall. She smiled softly at them before she heard a bigger *crack* and everything went black. 

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MEANWHILE

Ethan was sitting at his computer, in his office, looking through files and updating the information onto his computer. Truth be told though, he was too distracted by a certain resident to concentrate on his current task. 

Him and Olivia have been together for a little more than three months and he was happier than he had been in a long time. She really had the power to turn the worst of days better with just a smile. 

She started coming to his house after work, in fact it’s almost like she had permanent residence in his heart and place. She spent most of the time there with him, just being together. Cooking, watching tv, playing ridiculous board games she always won. It was all very domestic and Ethan always felt his heart swell with love for her, at how at ease she felt being with him, in the place he now considered a home. 

Glancing at the clock, he realised their shifts would end soon but he was too impatient. With a soft sigh, he turned off his computer and walked out of his office ,towards the front desk. 

"Good afternoon, have you seen Dr. Valentine?", he asked a nurse he knew she frequently talked to. 

"Dr. Ramsey! Yes, she was here a little while ago, she was looking for her young patient, Nathan. He has a habit of sneaking out of his room, you see - Wait a minute please!", she paused to answer the phone. 

"Bloom Edenbrook Hospital how can I help you? Mary? What?! I’m sending the team right away!" 

The woman, Sarah, turned to Ethan with a flurry of panic coursing in her eyes. 

"Dr Ramsey, it was the nurse who was with Dr Valentine. They found the boy at the construction site! When they reached for him… a nearby wall collapsed on them!" 

"What!? Oh my… No no no… Wh-What else did she tell you? Tell me!", he demanded, his eyes glossed with panic, the usual pink hue of his face drained as he turned as white as a sheet, his breathing in short stuttered gasps. 

"Olivia ... was hit worst." Sarah whispered on the verge of tears. 

"Page Mirani, Delarosa and the best nurses this damn hospital has! Understood! I'm going there now!"

Before she had a chance to reply, he was already off in search of his Olivia. 

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PRESENT TIME

Ethan continued running through the maze of corridors, his eyes full of unshed tears. 

"Not her, please not her! Don't take her from me! Please!", Ethan wasn't by any means a religious man, but the fear of losing the woman he loved made him pray to whoever could hear his agonized thoughts. The one person on this earth for whom he would give anything for, was again in grave danger. Memories from the last time she was at the brink of death flooded his mind, knocking the breath out of his lungs. How fragile she looked and to know he couldn't do anything to save her, other than watch her become progressively weaker and her radiant smile, the one that could lighten up a whole room, fade away. "No, don't do this right now Ethan. Focus on her. Only her.", he thought, nodding to himself while pushing the last hurdle of doors open. His eyes quickly scanned the room, trying to locate her. 

He finally saw her. 

She was lying on the floor pieces of rubble around her. She was unconscious, her eyes closed, her golden hair around her face.  As he rushed to her side, whilst avoiding the scattered materials, he saw a small patch of blood on the side of her head. 

He knelt beside her, being careful not to move her, in fear of causing more damage to her body. He took her small, still warm, hand in his and softly began to stroke her cheek and hair. 

"Darling? Olivia? It's me, Ethan. Please Olivia, can you hear me?", his voice wavered at the sight of her blood on his fingers from stroking her hair and a few tears were finally breaking through. 

Her eyes fluttered as a soft little gasp left her lips. 

"E-Ethan?", she whispered, her voice hoarse and barely audible. 

"Yes, Love it's me."

"I… it hurts.. I can't…", she croaked but it was too difficult for her to breathe properly, the dust hovering in the air wasn'tmaking this any easier. Ethan noticed this and pushed her head slightly back, to allow her to breathe better. 

"Shh darling I know… I'm here love, I'm not going anywhere...Please sweetheart don't give up on me… please…I can't lose you", Ethan whispered, stroking her cheek softly, trying to be strong for her. 

Olivia fell unconscious once again, her chest taking short ragged breaths. He pried his eyes away from her to look around the room. A woman was in the corner with a crying child in her arms, trying to comfort him. 

" Hi… Are you okay? Did you get hurt?" he asked them as he approached them. 

"Nothing too bad. Might just be a sprained wrist and a couple of scratches. Nathan’s fine too, just shocked. Dr. Valentine…. she … she got the worst of it.", she replied with tears in her eyes. 

Ethan didn't have a chance to reply as the team arrived. They immediately got down to work, not even hesitating to lose a minute, paying Ethan no attention. 

"Get her on the gurney carefully! One mistake and you're fired!" Zaid commanded, with a fiery stern voice at the team of nurses. 

"Zaid, she's got a cut on the side of her head and she's bleeding. I don't see anything too serious but we should order a scan. Shortness of breath indicates one or two fractured ribs and her left ulna and radius might be broken, given the swelling.", Ines said with evident concern and fear thick in her voice. 

"Let's get some scans and see exactly what's going on", Zaid replied, trying to be as calm as possible, in this case. Olivia was his colleague,but more importantly she was his friend and he wouldn't allow anything to happen to her. Not on his watch. 

"I'm coming with you!", Ethan interrupted their conversation. 

"You're not in the right state of mind to help her now!" 

"Zaid’s right about this. She needs you to be calm and focused when she wakes up.", Ines told him resting a comforting hand on his shoulder. 

Ethan had no choice but to reluctantly agree. 

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Several hours later, Ethan was pacing anxiously in front of the room Olivia was checked into. The night doctors were there checking on her. As soon as they heard what happened, her friends joined Ethan in the waiting room, to hear news about her condition. Sienna when she saw her best friend in that state, immediately broke down, Aurora and Elijah trying to comfort her. Bryce, Rafael and Jackie, were mostly silent, their minds running through endless scenarios of what could happen to the most courageous woman they knew. 

She had a broken hand, three broken ribs; one of which was pressing too close to her lung; causing her difficulty in breathing smoothly. This required a minor surgery, which was conducted by Harper herself. She wouldn't let anyone else touch the woman she had come to consider a friend. Her head injury, thankfully, wasn't too bad, but there was a possibility of a mild concussion. The whole hospital was there to help Olivia in whatever way she needed. From nurses to interns to anyone she had always been kind to. 

Now, Ethan was waiting outside of her room alone, because her friends left a few minutes ago. She wouldn't wake up for a few hours and they made sure she would be completely okay before they left. Besides, they knew that Ethan wouldn't leave her side. That is, once he got to finally see her. 

Thirty agonizing minutes later, he was finally allowed to go into her room. His eyes glided across  her small form on the hospital bed. The side of her head was wrapped in white gauze, because of the injury there. Her left arm was in a cast and placed on a pillow to make her more comfortable. She was hooked to an IV, her body seeming too delicate on the hospital bed. Her face was in a serene slumber, her body was still under the influence of the drugs she was given during and after her surgery. 

Ethan took her soft hand in his, kissing her knuckles and looking tearfully at her. 

"My love… You scared me so so much… When that nurse told me you were hurt… I thought I was going to lose you. Again.", He started talking to her, even though she couldn't hear him, he was baring his heart to her. Letting the tears he was holding on to fall. 

"Finding you there, lying unconscious… was unbearable. Knowing that you may be gone forever, never being able to touch you, or see your beautiful smile, hear your awful jokes again… I’ve never believed in a higher power, but if there is a being that saved you, then I am grateful. Because, without you, none of this matters. You're my whole world Oliv. And this world means nothing to me if you’re not here darling", he finished , laying a soft kiss on her lips. 

He stayed with her for a few hours, having no intention of leaving her, but Naveen forced him to go get a coffee and something to eat. Of course, Naveen promised he would stay there with her while Ethan was away. 

On his way back to her room, he encountered Leland Bloom. "Great, just who I wanted to see", Ethan thought, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. 

"Ah Dr. Ramsey. I was just coming to find you. How is Dr. Valentine?", he asked with a facade of interest. 

"She’s in her room resting. Still unconscious though, because of the anesthesia from her surgery. Now if you'll excuse me", Ethan curtly replied, walking past Leland, anxious to return to her room. 

"I was hoping to come with you, actually. I wanted to ask you, will she make a full recovery?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but yes, in a couple months she will probably be alright.", Ethan gritted his teeth, retraining his seething anger at how intrusive this man could be. 

"Probably? You're not certain? If her recovery takes so long, then she will be left behind in the hospital's advances. Pity… she was actually going to be one of the key assets to the progression of the hospital's success.", Leland said, not having noticed or probably caring about Ethan's expression. 

Ethan couldn't believe what he was hearing. The way he spoke of Olivia. His Olivia. A human being, as though she was nothing but a tool to be used. He clenched his fists, blood coursing through his veins, ears ringing, face and neck flushed red with anger, trying to resist the immense urge to punch him square in his arrogant face. 

"How DARE you talk that way about a human being who was seriously hurt? She could have been fucking killed and all you have to say is that she would be an asset to the success of the hospital? What kind of person are you, really? Do you see anything beyond your own selfish, moronic advancements?", Ethan turned to him abruptly, almost roaring, all the pent up emotions escaping him in this outburst towards this man. 

Leland was stunned at his outburst, mouth gaping open for a second before he recollected himself. The two of them had become the center of attention as the nurses and doctors were forming a small circle, staring at the two men. 

"I would best advise you against speaking to me like that Dr. Ramsey. I'm the one who is in charge here and I expect you to treat me with respect. Now, I understand you are under pressure right now since your partner was hurt, so I'm willing to look past this little tantrum. See you soon, Dr Ramsey." he replied, walking away from Ethan, who was stalking his way down the corridor to Olivia’s room, unbothered by Bloom’s words. 

The only person in this world whose words mattered, laid in a hospital bed right now, and he vowed he would not spend any more precious time away from her. Because despite what life throws at them, all that matters is that his Rookie ... his Olivia ... his true love will be alright. They will be alright. Together.

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Thank you for reading !!!

[nebraska-is-a-myth]

innocence never lasts - crime au

I’m back boys with another part, were getting closer to war time now dudes. This takes place before part 3 just if you wanted to get a better understanding of the timeline. 

part 1 & 2 & 5

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Wilbur came to town on an invitation from the masked man himself

Dream had enticed the brit with promises of riches and power, and he already had connections within the city so really what had he to lose

Wilbur was supplied with a small team, he was in charge of one of the larger drug trades and production companies on the east side of the city. His job was to eliminate any competition and regain complete control of the eastern drug exchange, how he did that was completely up to him. 

However, when dream sent a duo of teenage criminals to his door, Wilbur was less than impressed

“Dream, how do you expect me to run a drug cartel when two thirds of the cartel are fucking children”

“You'll figure it out dude, I believe in you.”

“No this isn't an ‘I believe in you’ situation dream, they aren't even allowed to drink in this country let alone kill a bunch of drug lords that by the way, are probably predators!”

“Admittedly, yes, they are a little young. But Tommy is one of the best kids I know, everything he knows he either learnt from me or the blood god himself.”

“Wait?” Wilbur moves his eye in front of the peep hole in his front door to inspect the blond on the right. “This Kid is technos?” He watches him pull a face at the shorter boy before punching him in the arm.

“Yup.”

“And you're okay with that?”

“It's a long story but yes.”

Wilbur looks back through the peephole at the smaller of the two and distantly hears “What if we just stab him” through the thin wood of his door. The older brit shakes his head and turns back into his living room

“And who's the kid threatening to stab me”

“Friend of Tommy's, I think. And don't worry about the stabbing, it's probably his way of saying he likes you or something.”

“If any of these kids die it's on you green man.”

“I can live with that.”

When Wilbur opens the door again, Tommy has his head in his hands and sighs as Tubbo puts a knife to his throat.

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It's a week in and Wilbur has considered shooting the both of them more than he would like to admit.

He's not really one for killing children, but he's not a fan of being outnumbered by the little fuckers. So to make it even he calls up some of his contacts in the city.

He almost regrets it immediately when Tommy asks who the furry is

Wilbur tries to hide his laugh when the blond boy says this, but in the child's defense, Who the fuck wears a fox mask

Fundy and Eret get along fine after their first meeting and Wilbur is just happy he doesn't have to sit around and listen to Tommy and Tubbo argue over who can fit more breadsticks in their mouth without breaking any on his own anymore.

The drug business continues under Wilbur's power and surprisingly, no one dies. They take down competitors and pump out more and more supplies to companies that are willing to pay higher prices than ever. He hates to say it, but maybe he's glad he took this job from Dream

That is until Tommy almost punches his front door down at 1am covered in smoke and blood, Tubbo barely breathing on the porch next to him.

Wilbur panics and shoves the both of them in the back seats of his car, instructing a shaken Tommy to put pressure on Tubbos wounds as he floors it to the nearest hospital. He can deal with the repercussions of running red lights after he comes up with a plan to get through the hospital without being noticed. Sure maybe Wilbur wasn't on anyone's radar yet, but Tommy definitely was, and who knows how many people Tubbo has actually stabbed.

Dream has to have some sort of protocol for something like this, a secret entrance or a codeword or something. He reaches to grab his phone from his jean pocket and swears as he realizes he left it on charge on his night stand, looks like he's on his own for this one. He can do this, just focus and fucking drive Wilbur

When he gets to the hospital he parks right out front in a place where he definitely isn't supposed to be and helps Tommy and Tubbo out of the car and practically has to carry the brunet through the front doors. As soon as he walks in he knows people know, they've been on the news more than once and it's not difficult to keep up with the city's most wanted list these days, but Tommy's limping now and he knows the adrenaline is wearing off so he drags tubbos bleeding body up to the front desk and swallows his pride.

“Help them, please.”

The woman at the front desk looks Wilbur directly in the eyes, sees the way tears are building there and switches her gaze between the two younger boys.

“Please.”

The woman takes a breath and nods. “We need help here.”

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A few hours later when both boys are patched up and on the mend the doctor lets him in the room. Tubbo is out and hopped up on pain meds, recovering from smoke inhalation and a shrapnel wound on his left side. Doc said it looked worse than it is, he was only out to let his chest ease up a little. Tommy's wounds on the other hand were a little more permanent.

He’s sat on the bed next to Tuboos watching his chest rise and fall. There were bandages wrapping around his left leg, a mix of shrapnel and soft burn marks underneath, and his right arm is in a sling meaning he wouldn't be able walk on his own for a while. Wilbur sits next to him but Tommy doesn't stop watching Tubbos breathing.

“They almost put him on a ventilator.”

Tommy says it so softly, Wilbur almost doesn't recognize it was him at first. He's got a few stitches on his forehead where a purpling bruise blooms underneath, he almost doesn't want to know what happened. Almost.

“What happened Tommy.”

“What, not even gonna compliment my wheels.” He gestures to the right where Wilbur sees a small black wheelchair next to Tommy's bed and he tries not to choke on his breath. He hates being right sometimes.

Tommy sighs and closes his eyes, his head droops and Wilbur rests a comforting hand on the young boy's shoulder.

“It was one of the warehouses on the outer perimeter of the east side, Tubbo had asked me to help him take stock, it was already late and he thought if we both did it we could catch the last bus home together.”

He imagines the two of them dancing to stupid music and running around the warehouse playing tag or something stupid, it wouldn't be the first time.

“We weren't even halfway done before one of the alarms went off, didn't think much of it, smoke alarms go off all the time for stupid shit right. Didn't even reach the office before the first blast. Was a Molotov I think, probably what set the alarms off, no idea what turned the warehouse into a fucking bomb though.”

“Something exploded, don't know what but it got both of us. Landed on my shoulder real good. We ran to the back entrance, or as close as we could get before another blast went off, fucking ceiling came down on me. Hurt like a bitch but at least it's nothing permanent. Think I was out for a bit, not for long but long enough for Tubbo to hurt himself trying to get shit off me. ‘Rest is a bit of a blur to be honest, don't remember much between getting hit and ending up at your door.”

Wilbur takes a deep breath and shakes his head, it's not gunna help anyone if he starts getting emotional right now.

“Who would have done this.”

“That's the thing, I got a call about two minit's before the alarm went off from the master arsonist himself asking where I was. He never calls me will, not once. I didn't even know he had my fucking phone number.”

“Wait, why would sapnap want to blow up one of our warehouses.”

“I don't know, but Will, I lied. He asked if were were out on any jobs and I fucking lied I don't know why but I told him me and Tubbo were playing fucking video games at home, and not two minits later the place where I told him we weren't goes up in fucking flames.”

Wilbur sits in silence and looks between the two injured boys. He can't help but feel fury building in his chest, he doesn't care about the thousands of dollars lost in the fire, couldn't give less of a shit about Dreams fucking money. He’s angry that two teenage boys had been ambushed in an attack at a warehouse that his employer had promised were protected. God only knows what would have happened if Wilbur hadn't been home. He tries not to think about what would have happened if Tommy hadn't been there either, he stands and tries to get the image of Tubbo being trapped in that warehouse out of his head.

 He grinds his teeth together in confusion and anger hopes to god Tommy's wrong.

“Where are you going.”

Tommy looks up and meets Wilbur's eyes, the young boy sees the fury burning in them, he knows the older brit is mad and to be honest, he doesn't blame him. He watches Wilbur walk round to Tubbos bedside and picks up his cracked phone, he doesn't mention the way he’s sees Wilbur's hands shake.

“Ill be back okay, I've got a phone call to make.”

[trashcankitty12]

Tecna Headcanons

Tecna Mode, the Guardian Fairy of Zenith would like to make your acquaintance. 

She’s a tad sassy, a bit of a show-off when it comes to her projects, and a video game expert. 

(All headcanons are for my main au verses, “Balance/New Company of Light” and “Left”.)

-Tecna tends to be reserved in her emotions, but just as her family knows, her friends (and Timmy) quickly learned that Tecna can be rather affectionate when she feels safe and loved.

-As a Zenithian, Tecna has an easier time learning new technological systems and how to rewire electronics.

-She also tends to be able to see at night. Not better than nocturnal animals, but better than most Magical Dimension people.

-Tecna is also somewhat immune to being electrocuted. Somewhat. (Lightning attacks by storm harpies and Stormy aside, electricity doesn’t bother her. In fact it sort of wakes her up.)

-Tecna is really close to her parents, partially due to her being an only child, partially due to her curious nature putting her in the middle of her parents’ work because she was determined to help.

-(She didn’t necessarily want to be an only child, and her parents had wanted another… But Magnethia had had a hard enough time getting and staying pregnant, that they felt Tecna was more than enough.)

-Tecna may have been a bit of a spoiled child… Her parents made sure to get her the latest technology when it came out, and they gave her her own workspace when she got older.

-As close as she was to both of her parents, she’s closest to her mother. Magnethia loves having Tecna help out at her and Electronio’s workshop. They have created many new gadgets and gizmos together, including specialized robots to do household chores. (Which is why Tecna has no idea how ‘obsolete’ cleaning tech like brooms and vacuums and mops work.)

-Because of Zenith’s climate, most animals and plants do not live/thrive there. So Tecna has had minimal contact with non-robotic plants and animals. Which led to quite a shock when she came to Alfea and saw all the greenery and the birds. (And Kiko and Flora’s plants.)

-Tecna, as a Zenithian, isn’t as bothered by the cold climates as other people would be. In fact, it’s the heat that bothers her.

-Which is why she’s not a fan of the beach. She doesn’t mind going and hanging out with her friends, but the heat and the sand and weird feeling of the ocean just sort of… Bugs her. (Which is why she stays more on the actual beach and wears specialized shoes to keep sand away from her feet.)

-Tecna has a major sweet tooth and has ‘borrowed’ from Stella’s secret stash of chocolates before. (Please don’t tell Stella…)

-She doesn’t like veggie meals much. It’s the textures and slight tangy tastes that turn her away from them. (And as a Zenithian, she doesn’t need them as much.)

-Physically speaking, she’s not in the best shape. She’s like… Bare minimum shape to pass Griselda’s and Real Avalon’s classes. (She’s decent enough at running away and decent at feats of climbing, but trying to be acrobatic or trying to physically fight with her fists or feet is difficult without her winx/fairy forms).

-She’s not a strong swimmer either. But Layla has helped her get to be decent enough that she can make it to her destination without getting herself hurt or drowned.

-Layla has also helped Tecna get better at dancing, which has in turn helped Tecna with her rhythm and dance video games. (Take that Rubis!)

-Tecna is extremely competitive when it comes to games. Video or board or card games with Tecna can lead to arguments and a smug Zenithian fairy. (Bloom even brought some from Earth to try and trip Tecna up… Monopoly and Uno are no longer allowed on Alfea’s school grounds. Thanks, guys.)

-She may not have the best grades at Alfea, but it’s not her fault… Well, not entirely. Okay so she could stand to study more… But her projects just need a little more tweaking. (Please Ms. Faragonda, understand.)

-Tecna doesn’t have the best handwriting… But her typing skills are out of this world.

-Tecna doesn’t have a big appetite, but when she’s hungry, just hand over the plate. (She doesn’t just get hungry, she gets hangry.)

-Everything has to have a place. Tecna’s workshops/workrooms may be messy and unorganized due to everything always being used, but her actual room and desk? Spotless. Everything put away neatly. (And she tries not to look over to Musa’s side of the room when they were still sharing a dorm. That’s not her mess or her side, it’s not her problem.)

-Tecna is sort of a mom friend. But she’s the sort of mom friend who will be telling you why what you did was stupid while she’s bandaging you up. (“Dammit Layla, I told you this would happen. Why did you think you could jump from that height without your wings?” “Musa bet I couldn’t do it.” “Why do I even bother?”)

-(Yes, Tecna has swearing problem. But only around friends or on her own. She tries to tone it down around parents or those who are in charge.)

-Digit, despite being just as big a gamer and tech guru as Tecna is, is also more in touch with her emotions (thanks to having roomed with Amore for so long). Which is great, because Digit helps Tecna naturally learn more about her own emotions without pushing or pressing. (And damn does it feel good to see Tecna and Timmy being more open with each other.)

-Tecna is unabashedly an anime fan. (Or at least, the Magical Dimension’s version of anime.) And she loves comics. (Which shocked her when Stella showed her her own collection. They may have a few get-togethers just to talk about their favorite comics now.)

-Tecna first transformed at 12, after trying to protect a younger cousin from an incoming snowstorm they had gotten lost in. Thankfully it helped her boost her power to signal for her mother and aunt.

-At Alfea, Tecna is part of the STEM club, anime club, robotics, and gaming club. Thanks to her and a few other Zenithian fairies, Alfea’s robotics club finally beat out Red Fountain’s.

-Speaking of Red Fountain… Tecna may have borrowed Timmy’s badge to enter into Red Fountain’s weaponry.

-(She was always curious about how Red Fountain’s weapons and ships worked, and the best way to figure that out is to take it apart and put it back together… She may have even upgraded a few things… Please don’t tell Saladin.)

-Tecna didn’t thrive as well as she claimed while in Omega. She just didn’t want her friends to feel guilty about not coming for her sooner.

-She understood why it took so long. And it was lucky that she was used to Zenith’s frigid temperatures. But it just… She did her best.

-She had to fight like hell most days, trying to keep herself alive and safe.

-And once she was back at Alfea… She had nightmares. (Which she logged into her tablet to try and help herself with later.)

-Eventually, during spring break, she went home and talked it all out with her parents. They had a hard time letting her go back to Alfea after that, but they knew they couldn’t keep Tecna from her education or from her friends.

-(The nightmares eventually faded a bit. But they still haunt her from time to time.)

-Before the whole Earth mission, Tecna and Timmy were one of the first couples to move in-together without any of the other members of their teams.

-They got an apartment on Zenith near their university. (They still go to their classes, though they take them mostly online these days. And they still keep the apartment, though it’s mostly a glorified work space now.)

-Tecna surprisingly gets along really well with Riven. They help each other with their respective partners and they like to build and work on projects together. (And play video games. They’re both super competitive and watching them go at it is like watching a train wreck. It’s awful but you can’t look away.)

-Tecna finds Flora to be the hardest to converge with. Their personalities and feelings on different issues tend to clash and it makes it difficult to meld together.

-Surprisingly, Tecna finds Stella to be the easiest to converge with. It’s like they just complement each other on a new wavelength.

-Tecna didn’t have any interest in music until rooming with Musa. After a few months into their rooming situation, she asked if Musa would teach her how to play an instrument because she felt it’d be cool to come up with her own soundtrack (for a video game project she’s been working on since she was like 12). Musa got Tecna a keyboard and the rest is history.

-She doesn’t get emotional about a lot of things, keeping a cool and level head to focus on facts is a Zenithian trait after all, but when someone messes with her projects or belittles her work or comes after the people she loves? You’re gonna get fucked, and not in the good way. (She has a real temper when she blows up, and people tend to get electrocuted.)

-Once they started their Earth mission, Tecna had to mentally fight herself every day to not upgrade or complain about Earth tech. (“Bloom… How the fuck do these people live like this?!” “Tecna…” “Please. Just one computer. Let me upgrade one computer.” “People will notice and we have to keep a low profile.” “Dammit Bloom!”)

-Tecna has several projects going on any given day, and since dating Timmy and having been bonded to Digit, they’ve been included in helping her with them.

-Most are gadget-based projects, things that girls need immediately or things that can help them. Some are robotics or engineering/vehicle based. But the one she’s the most proud of is the video game she’s still working on. (It’s almost done and she hopes to be able to publish it soon! Maybe sooner than expected since she’s got backing from Sky, Stella, and Layla.)

-Tecna’s main goal, after all this craziness with being a Winx Girl is over, is to take over her parents’ business and to further the Mode Brand of tech. (And maybe even expand into the video game departments. Depending on how her video game goes when she finally releases it.)

[bonbon-chan]

of tykes and tiffs

Pairing: ShiSaku

Rating: G

Summary:  Shisui volunteers to help at the academy and learns he doesn’t like to share

For day 3 of ShiSakuWeekend 

Prompt:  “You’re mine and only mine”

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@shisakuweek

Shisui was a man that prided himself on following through with the decisions he made. As an ANBU captain, he’s had his fair share of difficult choices. He led teams in life and death situations, knowing that any error in judgment might result in his squad not returning to Konoha. He did not take this responsibility lightly, but thankfully it always panned out. When it didn’t, he learned from those mistakes and grew from them.

 Yet.                                                

 Here he stood.

 “Shisui-san, I wanna see you go fast!”   “Shisui-san, show me your scary eyes!”  

“Shisui-san, can you throw me into that tree?”

 The Uchiha was being pulled by his pantleg, wrist, and the front of his jounin flack vest by five-year-old rugrats. All around him was chaos. The children were causing mayhem, and he was supposed to be keeping them in line. He was supposed to be teaching them.

 Some had found their way up the trees that surrounded the practice grounds adjacent to the academy. Some were precariously balancing on the target posts. And some were landing a sloppy array of jabs on the practice dummies.

 Shisui was at a loss.

 For the first time, he found himself questioning his life choices.

 The kids he tried to engage wholly ignored him.

 “Oi!” he exclaimed at one kid attempting to jump from post to post. “Get down, or you’ll hurt yourself.” He grabbed the child under his arms and set him down on the safe and stable ground. The child’s toes barely touched the earth before he was off again, running towards his friends. The onyx-eyed man let out an exasperated sigh.

 Shisui was familiar with wrangling the clan kids that would cause a ruckus in the compound, but those instances were few and far between as the children were trained from a young age to be obedient and not cause disruption. And there were usually no more than three or four kids at a time. An entire class’s worth of rascals was unprecedented.

 Shisui didn’t actively avoid children. He actually thought they were pretty funny. As an individual who refused to fit into the mold of a hardened shinobi, and was at times ostracized for his outgoing attitude, he found the brats to be kindred spirits.

 He just had a find a way to break through to them.

 “Shisui-san,” his name being called but a voice that painfully high-pitched startled him out of his stupor. “Have the students started their warmups yet?” Inquired Iruka walking out of the building to meet the curly-haired man.

 Shisui looked out into the field of prospective shinobi, reigning chaos and flinched. He forgot that he was there for a lesson, and not to question his life choices leading to this moment.

 He chuckled nervously and scratched the back of his head. “You see, Iruka-san,” he started, “We were about to start the academy katas when Shinji-kun over there saw a squirrel running up a tree and insisted on following it. And it kind of spiraled from there,” he finished lamely. His charcoal eyes quickly darted away from the disapproving gaze of the academy instructor.

 “You know Shisui-san when you begged to volunteer today--”

 “—I politely offered my services, Iruka-san,” Shisui interrupted matter-of-factly.

 Iruka leveled a flat glare at Shisui, but let the correction slide and continued, “The students are supposed to be warming up so that by the time Sakura-san arrives we can jump straight into the lesson.”

 “I thought she was supposed to be here by now,” the younger man grumbled and petulantly kicked a pebble.

 The ponytailed man gave Shisui a knowing look. “So, all that talk about being interested in the future shinobi of Konoha was a ruse, huh?”

 Shisui faltered, “Wha—No, I meant what I said. It is important to invest time curbing the future of our village and giving back to the community.” He crossed his arms and nodded confidently. “I would even go as far as to say that they like me,” he remarked haughtily.

 Iruka looked at him dubiously. “Sure,” he acquiesced.

 Suddenly, all the commotion halted before the mass of five-year-olds moved to congregate around the newcomer that stepped out onto the grounds.

 A chorus of “Sakura-san” rang out in the crowd of gremlins, now surrounding Sakura, clamoring for her attention.

 She stood in the middle of the hoard of hip-high mini-humans glowing and wearing a warm look. She tucked a strand of pastel hair behind her ear as she bent at the waist to address her eager fans. Jade glittered with amusement as she listened to an energetic retelling everything she’s missed since the last time she joined the class for a lesson.

 The truth was that Shisui did lightly urge Iruka into letting him assist in the training the academy students today. In reality, he wanted to spend more time with the medic. She had been so preoccupied at the hospital lately, and her absence was sorely felt. When he heard that she volunteered to train the kids, he jumped at the opportunity.

 He and Sakura had grown quite close in the past few years. It started when she accompanied his ANBU squad on a high-value mission to rescue one of the Fire Daimiyo’s daughters. On that mission, he witnessed her battle prowess and fineness when operating under high-stress conditions. He also engaged her on a personal level.

 After that, he had made an enthusiastic effort to seek out her company, which brings him back to his current situation.

 “All right, kids,” the chunin instructor started his authoritative command, “Let’s line up.”

 The group split off and formed five lines with four students in each of them. Iruka started explaining taijutsu theory to the impressionable, prospective ninja.

 Sakura came to stand by Shisui. “Hi Shisui,” she greeted with a smile that made his heart stutter. “I didn’t know you were going to be here today. Usually, there’s only one guest instructor,” she pointed out, brows furrowing, trying to figure out why today was an anomaly today.

 The Uchiha chuckled nervously and scratched his cheek, “Well, you see, I ran into Iruka-san at the market the other day, and we were catching up. He mentioned that he was looking for someone to help with taijutsu training,” Shisui’s confidence grew as he spun his tale. “I figured since I was free today and most certainly qualified for the position, I could enlighten the little ones.” He finished with a blinding grin that was only two steps away from being considered Gai-level.

 The kunoichi’s jade eyes cut to the dark-haired man out of the corner of her eye. “It’s interesting you say that,” she began, “Because Iruka-sensei usually asks me to do this lesson. It’s a sort of agreement I have with the academy. And I’ve never seen someone else join in conducting these lessons.” Her gaze sharpened to suspicion.

 Shisui realized he wasn’t going to be able to get away with anything and decided coming clean was the best course of action. He angled his body to face her. Taking in a breath, he started, “Ne Sakura, I do think it’s important to guide the children who will be the future of our home. And when I found out you were already doing it, I couldn’t pass up on the opportunity.” He finished honestly and gazed straight into her orbs hoping that she could see the sincerity reflected.

 Her suspicion dissolved, being replaced by concern. She didn’t realize that her absence was felt so deeply.

 Sakura took Shisui’s hands in hers. Her brows pinched in concern. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around as much lately, Shisui…Things have been busy at the hospital,” she seemed to be holding back from him. Her gaze suddenly sharpened as she squared her shoulders. “The reason I’ve been so busy lately is because there have been a lot of preparations—”

 She was cut off by Iruka’s voice, now projecting towards Sakura and Shisui. “Now, for today’s lesson, we have two special guests.” An excited murmur rushed over the crowd.

 Sakura dropped Shisui’s hands and turned back to the academy students in front of her with intent focus.

 It was a while before Shisui was able to pull his gaze from the rosette. Why did she have to brace herself for what she was about to tell him? A creeping nervousness entered his system before he pushed it down to fix his attention.

 Iruka waved a hand in their direction. “Please welcome Haruno Sakura-san, head medic-nin, apprentice to the Godiame Hokage, and legendary sannin.” The children burst with glee, clapping and cheering for her. The kunoichi’s expression melted at the enthusiasm of the tykes. Shisui’s heart stilled as her lips ticked up in the slightest smile, and pink bloomed across her face. She looked away in sudden embarrassment of the attention. Shisui, enthralled, could not look away.

 When there was finally a lull, the ponytailed chunin continued, “And Uchiha Shisui-san, ANBU captain, also known as Shunshin no Shisui.”

 Shisui basked in the looks of awe the students were regaling him with. Until—

 “Why is he here?” Came a high-pitched screech. “We usually only have Sakura-san to teach us. Why is he here too?”

 Some other students joined in the demanding as they believed an excellent point was raised.

 Iruka held up both hands in an appeasing manner, “Shisui-san was kind enough to volunteer for today. And isn’t it better to have two guests--” the academy instructor did not get to finish his explanation.

 “We don’t need him!” the outspoken child busted through to the front of his peers and stood with his arms crossed over his tiny chest and chin jutted out. “He’ll just get in the way. Isn’t that right, Sakura-san?” he finished with stars in his eyes, looking to her for validation.

 Said medic was at a loss for how to handle the situation. Shisui was brooding over the fact that he was so easily put down.

 Sakura, ever the diplomat, settled the incensed boy, “Shisui-san is a great shinobi, and you all would only benefit by him being here today. You get to see not only one but two taijutsu styles today. That’s pretty cool, isn’t it Ichimaru-kun?”

 Shisui doesn’t want to think that he was smugly glancing at the child, but he most certainly is.

 The Ichimaru devil looks put out with a pout firmly in place. He let out a dramatic sigh, “Fiine,” he drew out as he stomped back to his previous position.

 Iruka coughed into this first. “We’ll start with warming up since we were supposed to do that earlier but got distracted.” Iruka cut a glare to Shisui as he ground that out. “Start your warming up katas before we jump into the lesson.” The instructor turned and headed towards the two guests. “Since they are just entry-level students, at this age, we focus more on conditioning rather than form. It’s good for them to observe taijutsu and become familiar with it to promote engagement, but this lesson is more for fun that to be taken too seriously. After the warmups, we’ll have the students break up into groups and practice what you teach them. Does that make sense?”

 The medic and ANBU captain nodded their understanding.

 Shisui looked out onto the pint-sized humans practicing their kicks. They all looked kind of cute, varying looks of concentration displayed on their faces.

 It was guaranteed to be a long day, but he thought he would find it rewarding.

 :: :: ::

A demanding squeak jarred him from his reverie. “Don’t you have a job to do?” Ichimaru’s distrustful glare held his eyes.

 Shisui raised an eyebrow, “Excuse me?” he muttered absently.

 He admits he was not paying attention at the moment. His eyes softened as he observed Sakura. She was in her element. The medic was patiently walking a prospective kunoichi on how to properly block a punch so that she would sustain the least amount of damage. Her pink locks shone in the sunlight, and her eyes danced gleefully at the antics of the children.

 Shisui had to remind himself to breathe. Never had he been wholly entranced with something or someone. Watching Sakura interact with the kids stirred something in him that two years ago, he would’ve never considered. He suddenly saw his future with Sakura. One where she was holding their child on her hip and her belly visibly swollen with another to come.

 Shisui was forcefully pulled from his daydream.

 Ichimaru swept his arm out at Shisui and pointed an accusatory finger. “I can see what game you’re playing at.” He bellowed. “You like Sakura-chan! But that’s too bad for you.”

 The Uchiha was so thrown off-kilter at the accusation that he didn’t know how to react. “Sakura-chan? You know it’s not polite to speak so familiarly.” He started with this point. Where did this kid come off speaking about Sakura in such a manner? And sure, his gaze may have held admiration for the medic, but he didn’t think that he was so obvious.

 Ichimaru planted himself in front of Shisui, fists at his hips and feet shoulder-width apart, and with the confidence of someone who was about to speak an undeniable truth, “I am going to marry my Sakura-chan someday, so you better get over this crush and hit the road.”

 Shisui’s draw dropped.

 This pipsqueak. This brat had the audacity to say that he was going to marry his Sakura-chan.

 The shinobi rose to the bait, “Well, that’s not going to happen!” He bent at the waist to bring his scowl level with the child.

 “And why not?” Came the petulant question.

 “Because Sakura is my girlfriend and mine! So you better give up on your dissolutions before you get hurt.” Shisui straightened and crossed his arms in the same manner Ichimaru had.

 The child grew silent before finally murmuring, “I don’t believe you.” His eyes still held distrust, but now there was contemplation.

 “Well, believe it, pal. Sakura is my girlfriend, and we are going to get married.” He stated with a satisfied smirk.

 “Get in line!”

 “What?!” Shisui exclaimed.

 “There is a line for who gets to marry Sakura-chan. We’re up to five now, and I’m the leader. So, I get to marry her first!” Ichimaru ground out with conviction.

 Shisui couldn’t believe that Sakura had a fan club of little gremlins.

 He was vibrating at the blatant disrespect.

 A soothing presence made its way over his shoulder. “Is everything all right over here?” Sakura inquired, eyes peering back and forth between the two males who each appeared to want to take the other out with eyes alone.

 “Shisui-san has been lying.” Ichimaru accused.

 The Uchiha held in his retort and just pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.

 Without a rebuttal from the man, the boy continued in disbelief, “He said he’s going to marry you!”

 “What?” Sakura breathed out, jade quickly searching for confirmation in obsidian.

 “HA!” The academy student shouted, “You were lying. I knew it,” he finished with a conceited smirk, edging towards Sakura.

 Shisui was frozen under Sakura’s watch. This was not how he intended this to go.

 After an intake of air and closing her eyes momentarily, Sakura turned to the boy, “Ichimaru-kun, can you please help Yumi-chan with the basics of blocking? Shisui-san and I need to speak for a moment.”

 “Yes, Sakura-san,” on his way to his newly appointed task, he kept glancing over his shoulder.

 Sakura grabbed Shisui’s wrist and pulled him to the outskirts of the field.

 Her eyes started to tear up. Shisui’s despair was present when he appeared in front of her immediately, bringing a hand up to cup her cheek. “What’s wrong? I know we haven’t really talked about it, but I love you and want to be with you,” he floundered, “It doesn’t have to be immediately, and I know we have only been together officially for nine months, but maybe it’s something we can think about?” Charcoal orbs frantically searched jade. His thumb running back and forth across her cheek as his other hand gripped her waist, anchoring himself to her. “That’s why I begged Iruka to let me train the kids today,” he admitted sheepishly.

 Sakura let out a wet chuckle, “What happened to shaping the shinobi of the future?”

 “I meant that too, of course. I think kids are entertaining to have around and they always impress me with their theatrics,” he trailed off, “too bad they don’t seem to like me back,” his voice carried disappointment and expression, crestfallen.

 “That’s not true. Yumi-chan took a real shining to you. And the Nara kid was listening intently when you were comparing taijutsu fighting to go.” She cheered him up, drawing lazy circles on his chest with her fingertip.

 The corner of his mouth ticked up in a barely-there smile, “Yeah, I guess I didn’t do too bad.” The hand on her waist tightened, “I just didn’t think I was going to get shown up by a brat like that.”

 The medic let out a full belly laugh at the sullen look on the curly-haired man’s face. “Don’t be like that, Shisui. It’s just a silly crush,”

 Tears swelled in excess and spilled from her eyes down her cheeks. Sakura sniveled, “I never realized,” she started, “that you felt that way, Shisui. I-I love you too.”

 Shisui hauled her body into him, setting one arm around her waist and the other supporting her back, his fingers tangled with her hair.

 Sakura brought her arms up his back and pressed her cheek over his heart. After a while, Shisui pulled back and pressed a sweet, chaste kiss on her lips. His chest burst with happiness. He knew he was wearing a dumb look on his face.

 “Does that mean that you’ll marry me?” he whispered, hoping his voice didn’t sound as desperate to her is it did to his own ears.

 Her eyes lit up with mischief. “Well…” she drew out as the dark-haired nin leaned further into her, “as unorthodox and unplanned as a proposal that was, yes Shisui. Yes, I’ll marry you,” she answered with a lopsided grin.

  :: :: ::

 After the completion of the lesson, an offer to return from Iruka, and a grumbled apology from Ichimaru, the students and instructor returned to the classroom, leaving the couple in the forest surrounding the academy grounds.

 He pulled her into him so that her back was against his chest. His arms crossed across her waist, and her own arms joined his, covering them in her warmth. He tucked his head over her shoulder, “That Ichimaru will grow up to be a great shinobi one day. Such valiance and bravery is commendable,” Shisui remarked.

 Tinkling bells resounded through the forest. “I’m glad you’ve gotten over your jealousy,” the kunoichi teased.

 Shisui lowered his head and playfully nipped at her neck. She giggled and slightly tilted her head, baring her neck in response. “Don’t you know, Sakura,” he whispered into her ear, causing her toes to curl in familiar excitement. “That you’re mine and only mine.” His voice was confident and content.

 Her laughter rose through the trees before settling, “Yes, but not for much longer, Shisui.”

 He stiffened. What could that mean? Not for much longer? Did he do something to cause her to want to leave him?

 His mind was whirring, analyzing all their encounters over the past couple of months with sharingan acuity.

 The rosette dislodged out of his hold and turned to look at him. Jade met obsidian and not for the first time, did Shisui lose his breath. Her eyes were incredibly sincere, and she seemed to be struggling internally with something. Her orbs finally cleared to seafoam, and a resolute expression was set on her face.

 Shisui had never felt such fear in his entire life. He had infiltrated underground lairs of vile nuke-nin. Had single-handedly taken down enemy strongholds. He had even stood up to Fugaku, fighting with him to not put as much pressure on Itachi with clan expectations.

 But never had he felt the anxiety trail down his spine and settle heavily in the pit of his stomach as he had now.

 Sakura was the light of his life. He missed her every time he parted for a mission, feeling like he was underwater until he reached the village gates and felt her chakra signature in his radius again. Only then could he breathe freely. Her warmth was enough to melt the walls he instated to guard his heart. He took every opportunity to be with her, hence today’s theatrics. The dark-haired man’s mind took a distressing turn.

 He was alarmed by hands firmly placed on his shoulders. He didn’t realize he was looking down at his hands. He cautiously peered up through his eyelashes.

 And then he completely straight to her face.

 Her eyes shone of such affection that Shisui found himself breathless once more.

 “I will not always be yours, and only yours, Shisui,” she started slowly and enunciating every word. “You will have to learn to share me.” Her hands traveled from his shoulders to his hands, where she gave them a comforting squeeze.

 The Uchiha was beyond confused. Shisui was mildly comforted that she wasn’t leaving him but remained anxious. Why would he have to share her, and more importantly, who would he have to share her with?

 Sakura saw the conflict racing through his eyes but patiently waited.

 After a moment of silence from Shisui, she took his hands and placed them on her clothed belly and covered his hands with her own.

 Shisui still continued to look in confusion.

 She cleared her throat, “Remember when you said that you like kids, but they don’t like you?”

 He was barely aware that his head was nodding because he was enthralled with catching every word that she uttered of this confusing confession.

 “Well…” she started while wearing a smile so radiant it momentarily blinded him. “I can think of one child that will adore you,” she finished and looked at him expectantly while holding her breath for his reaction.

 Shisui’s eyes widened at the realization.

 “Wait—You—Y-You’re pregnant?!” He exclaimed his epiphany.

 Sakura’s smile widened into a grin as she nodded her head.

 Shisui could not believe what he had heard. Sakura was pregnant. His Sakura was pregnant with their child.

 And then another realization.

 His grip on her midsection tightened in the slightest. “I’m going to be a father?” He mutters barely above a whisper.

 The kunoichi let out an airy laugh, “Yes, Shisui. You’re going to be a father, I’m going to be a mother, and we’re going to have a baby.”

 Shisui had never felt such joy and delight. He was going to start a family with the love of his life. The sun was brighter, the birds’ chirps of musical harmonies and every detail, every micro-expression flitting across Sakura’s face was being captured. He belatedly realized he had subconsciously flickered on his sharingan.

 He lifted his hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and cupped her cheek. There was a beautiful blush blossoming across her cheeks and her eyes shone of unshed tears. He knew his looked the same when he felt salty marks make their way down his cheeks.

 His mouth crashed down on hers in a passionate kiss. His poured all his love, his admiration, his respect for her in this kiss.

 Breaking apart, he touched their foreheads together. Onyx met jade.

 He put some pieces together. “Is that why you’ve been so busy at the hospital lately?”

 She nodded, “Yeah, I have to get the hospital ready for when I go on maternity leave.”

 “And when will that be?” his hand came down to rest on her belly again.

 “About seven months,” she smiled.

 Shisui’s brows climbed to his hairline, “You’re already two months along?”

 “Yeah, Shizune-senpai was actually the person who noticed.”

 He grabbed her wrist and brought it to his mouth, feathering a kiss over her pulse. “Who else knows?”

 “Just Tsunade-shishou, Shizune-senpai, and you.”

 Shisui jumped away from her. Sakura, confused at the loss of warmth, peered over at her fiancé.

 Excitement gleamed in his eyes. “We have to go tell everyone! We’re having a baby! Mikoto will lose her mind! She’s always wanted a grandchild.” He stiffened when he realized something, “Are you sure it’s ok for you to be engaging in strenuous physical activities?” he intoned with concern.

 “I wouldn’t call today strenuous physical activity, but yes, everything is ok for now. Don’t worry, I’m a medic-nin, remember?”

 “You’re right,” he pecks her lips, “I’ll try not to worry,” he told her but knew he wouldn’t be able to keep that promise. He gripped her hand in his, tugging her towards the Uchiha compound. “Let’s go tell the world.” He floated in elation, not quite believing this was his reality. He had the woman of his dreams, and they were going to start a family.

[leechtwinsfling]

Twisted Wonderland @ DISNEYLAND  [ Chapter 2  ]

✨ Twisted Wonderland FanFiction ❤

[ Disneyland Date Series - HEARTSLABYUL ]

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Going through the road that leads directly to the Queen of Hearts Castle, we finally arrive in a few minutes before lining up for the theater to open. Seeing others beginning to line up, we wait for a few more minutes. Ace munches on his popcorn as I reach for some too, but he pulls them away.

“You underestimated my popcorn eating.” he playfully glares at me getting me to raise a brow in disbelief.

“Really? Are you seriously going to finish all that and still be able to eat during the Unbirthday Party and Banquet Hall?” I remind him.

He thinks about it before agreeing, “Okay, fine.”

Smiling, I grab some popcorn to munch on as we sit on the steel rail for keeping the line consistent. Deuce joins my other side as he takes some popcorn from my hand.

“He’s the one who has the whole bucket!” I gasp seeing how much he took from my hand.

“He refused to share them with me.” Deuce states getting me to look at Ace who smiles innocently.

Continuing to wait, Cater takes more pictures of us as a group. Whenever you’re siting on a rail with a habit of being clumsy and unstable, let’s just say you’d eventually fall down. And that’s what happens as I feel my band slip during one of the group photos and I begin falling back. They all see this before grabbing onto me before falling to my doom and pulling me back up.

“I suggest not sitting on the rail.” Trey says getting me to whine.

“But it’s fun!” I argue.

“Not when you injure yourself.” Riddle sighs disapproving, “Anyways, the doors will open soon so you all get off.”

Reluctantly, the three of us do, and just like Riddle said, the staff members open the doorway to the theater. They direct all of us in a single file line before we enter the grande room. My eyes instantly widen at the scene in front of me as I feel myself stop to stare at the setting. It was an amazing place as the leather-like chairs are rose red with a white ceiling full of gold accents. All around the walls and the ceiling has amazing structure design as the middle of it has a dome showing a glass art. The stage has red velvet curtains and in front of it has a black box full of prepared musicians. 

I am getting drag along the road as I can’t stop myself from looking around. There are so many components making this fascinating theater. 

“[N/A]?” Trey calls getting me to break the daze, “You okay?”

“Yeah, just in awe.” I blush getting him to smile.

“Don’t worry, you’re not the only one.” he gestures to the others.

Riddle, Ace and Deuce look like children in a candy shop as Cater is taking millions of pictures. Giggling at their reactions, we find a row of seven seats getting us to instantly take it. Sitting between Trey and Riddle, the others sit beside the Prefect. Waiting for the show to begin, I give a glance to Riddle seeing his face of anticipation that makes him look incredibly adorable and child-like.

“He’s been waiting to come here ever since he was a kid.” Trey leans towards me whispering, “Every birthday, he wished to come here.”

I can feel my heart melting hearing such news.

“Trey!” Riddle blushes hearing his childhood friend spilling his secret, “Why did you tell [N/A]?!”

Trey chuckles guiltily as I give a quiet giggle. Before any bickering can start or continue, the lights begin dimming signalling the start of the show. 

Feeling Riddle’s excitement contagious, a smile begins spreading on my face as the theater with live music begins. As the show escalates about the Queen’s history, in the middle of it, I feel fingers crawling to my left hand before intertwining them with mine. Glancing over to Trey, he gives me a wink before focusing back onto the screen. Hoping the darkness of the theater hides my blush, I feel something land on my shoulder snuggling up to it. Looking down to find Riddle being the one on my shoulder, I don’t say anything as I see his genuine smile watching the show attentively. I lean back onto his head as I slightly rest mine on his as we continue to watch,

Soon, the credits are rolling and the lights begin brightening up again. I feel the fingers entwine and the head is off my shoulder. We all then begin heading out of the theater as we then find ourselves back outside.

“Okay, we have to head to the Greet and Meet next in the Queen’s Garden.” Riddle takes out the map, “And right after is the Unbirthday Party.”

As he guides us all towards the destination, I look over to Ace to see him actually finish all the popcorn.

“Wow, you actually finished.” I state slightly impressed.

“Yeah, but,” he leans in whispering, “I don’t think I can last through the Unbirthday Party and Banquet Hall.”

I laugh at his statement, “What do you think Prefect Riddle will say?”

“Please don’t mention it to him.” he pleads, “He’s gonna behead me.”

Deciding not to tattle-tale on him, I give in, “Fine, but you’ve got to think of a plan on how you can trick him.”

“I know.” he sighs in depression. 

Soon after, we arrive to the entrance of the garden, and we all halt to admire it. There is a row of heart shape entrances made of roses as rest areas are nearby. Instantly, Cater demands pictures as we all pose underneath the entrance along with other travelers.  

Walking down the path, we enter another area full of flower-made structures and that’s when the formation we had breaks as we all head off to check it out. Buildings were covered with roses, and real-life flamingos are nearby too.

My eyes focus towards a pond with buildings nearby, the main interest is the rabbit in the middle as I applaud for whoever made such an amazing garden.

There is also another portion of the garden with peacocks, butterflies, and mushrooms getting me to wonder if they accept people living here. Cause I sure hell would love to,

“[N/A]!” Ace calls out for me getting me to see him in close proximate but across the pond. 

Rushing over there, I see him standing beside a huge card solider bush and a huge chess piece. Gasping, I immediately quicken my speed to see them closer. 

“Do you think they allow people to live here?” Ace asks.

“I was wondering the same thing.” I agree.

He laughs, “Take a picture with me!”

Pulling me towards him, we both kneel down to allow the shot of us with the card soldier. A huge goofy smile is on my face as excitement of wanting to wander around here grows bigger.

“Would you like me to help you two take a picture?” a nearby traveler asks.

“Really! Sure! Thanks!” Ace hands over his phone to the traveler.

Wrapping his arms around me, he makes his hands turn into a heart getting me to chuckle and do the same. Hearing the traveler taking a few pictures, he hands the device back to Ace.

“You guys are an adorable couple.” he comments getting me to blush.

“Ah, we’re not a couple.” I correct finding Ace checking the picture,

“Really?” the traveler asks, “I suggest you quickly take him before someone else does, cause he looks like he’s a keeper.”

My face takes another shade of red hearing the advice. Before I can speak again, the traveler leaves as Ace breaks his concentration on the phone.

“Huh? Where did they go?” he asks about the traveler, “Also, [N/A], your face is red. Are you okay?”

Calming down, I shake my head, “I’m fine.”

He shrugs, “Okay then. Ah, Riddle just messaged me, we have to head over to the Greet & Meet now. It’s starting soon.”

“Okay, let’s go.” I take out the map before guiding us to the destination.

When we arrive, the others are already there. We all enter the line that is slowly growing. I couldn’t help myself from smiling as I see all the boys excited for the Greet & Meet. 

A staff member from the front of line then speaks, “Along with the Greet & Meet, there will be a tour. So everyone please form pairs to have easier access in the garden.”

Our group looks over to each other as I know that we all don’t want to get separated. 

“Let’s play a card game to decide!” Ace suggests.

“No.” we all decline bluntly.

“Rock, Paper Scissors?” Deuce asks getting us all to agree seeing that’s probably the best choice.

We all play figuring what our pair is, and in the end it’s the Adeuce Team, Third Years Team, and then Riddle and I. 

“No fair~ I wanted to go with [N/A]!” Cater whines.

“Am I not good enough for you?” Trey asks playfully.

Laughing, we then soon find ourselves at the front of the line as Riddle and I head off first. With a staff member guiding us down a narrow pathway with tall bushes beside us, I feel Riddle slowly grasp my hand. I respond back with grasping his tightly as we go through the path with a slight ease due to our small structure. 

Finally exiting the narrow pathway, we find an area full of heart shape bushes with red roses in the middle. The staff member guiding us leaves as another is there as they begin to give us the tour around the area.

“Welcome to the Queen’s Garden, this area is a exact copy of the Queen’s private garden who she only allowed a few to enter. At every area you enter, there will be staff members to guide you. Will you be planning to participate the Unbirthday Party?” the staff member asks.

“Yes, we are.” Riddle answers.

A smile blooms on the guide’s face, “Great, just tell the last staff member who will be beside the Queen of Hearts about that and they can guide you to the event. Now, let’s move along. You will be meeting not only the Queen of Hearts, but also the King of Hearts, White Rabbit, Tweedledee and Tweedledum, and many more. You can ask the photographers to take pictures which can be printed off at the shop in the Queen’s Castle. If you have any questions, be free to ask any staff member and they’ll gladly help.”

“Thank you very much, we will.” Riddle responds back as we continue to get guided down the garden.

The staff members glances towards our hands and smiles looking at me, “You must be very happy to have such a polite boyfriend.”

In synce, the both of us blush as we look at each other and back to the staff. The staff member is about mid forties getting me to wonder how they have such a crazy idea. First it was Ace, now it’s Riddle?

“Um, we’re not, in a relationship.” I try to correct getting the staff member to be in shock.

“Oh, sorry about that. I just assumed you both were since you guys look adorable with each other.”

The situation is getting worse as I feel my body slowly become warmer from the panic in my head. 

Before the both of us can even respond back to them, we find the White Rabbit mascot nearby getting me to gasp at it’s adorableness. 

He greets us with exciting waves as he offers a hug to us which we instantly accept as we fall into his furry embrace. Not as comfortable as Jack’s tail or Ruggie’s hair, but it’s good enough.

“[N/A], do you want to get our pictures taken?” Riddle asks with a slight hesitance. 

“Of course! It’ll be awesome to have it framed in my room!” I cheer as the photographer gets ready to take one. 

The White Rabbit forces the both of us to get closer before moving our hands to hug around each other. Enjoying the excitement, I give off a huge smile as the photographer counts down. Hearing the click, we take a few more pictures with our phones before thanking the White Rabbit and the cameraman. Handing us the photo we took, I coo at the sight as I see Riddle off a smile too. 

“Please head down this road, a staff member will be at the end.” a staff member aside instructs getting us to do so.

“Awe, look how cute you look Riddle.” I comment showing him the photo.

“Why do you always call me cute?” he grumbles.

“Because you are?” I tilt my head slightly confused.

“Not as cute as you.” he mumbles getting me to barely hear it.

I suck in my cheek as I pretend I didn’t hear it despite the obvious blush on my face. Continuing the tour, each staff members guide us through the garden with information for each area as we took many photos of the scenery and the mascots. Soon, we find ourselves in a bigger space than the rest that we’ve been through. Huge heart shape bushes full of roses are on the side as a beautiful gazebo is at the middle of the area. The sunlight works perfectly with the garden as it looks like it’s from a fairy tale. 

In front of the gazebo is the one and only Queen of Hearts mascot as there a few more staff members here. Looking over to Riddle, I see him frozen like the Ice Age as he stares at the mascot. Needing to pull him down the pathway as it seems like he has malfunctioned, we stop in front of the Queen.

“Hello -” I speak before suddenly getting shocked as both the Riddle and the Queen of Hearts mascot speak.

“Look up! Speak nicely! And don’t twiddle your fingers!” the demand as I do as they say due to the shock, “Turn out your toes, curtsy. Open your mouth wider and then always say ‘Yes, Your Majesty.’”

“Yes, Your Majesty?” I curtsy in complete confusion.

“I apologize, Your Majesty.” Riddle bows, “I shoulder have taught her the proper etiquette before meeting you.”

“Do not fret, it’s already quite a surprise to see such a young man like yourself understanding the proper behaviors.” the Queen speaks as I decide not to make a single movement so I don’t go through the same thing again.

“We are from Raven Night College, I’m the Prefect of the Heartslabyul Dorm dedicated to you. We follow your laws and teachings in the daily.” Riddle speaks in admiration.

“Ah! It’s a pleasure to know such a reliable prefect is taking care of the Heartslabyul Dorm! Please continue with your good work!” The Queen gushes, “Now, now, let’s take a picture!”

Not knowing what to do as I don’t want to make another mistake, Riddle heads over to the Queen before realizing I’m not moving.

“[N/A]? Are you not coming?” he asks.

“Is there any rule or technique to walk? Cause, I’m scared to get another lecture.” I ask trying to sound polite.

He chuckles before offering his hand, “Come over here, you silly.” 

Trying my best to walk gracefully with gentle steps, I take his hand. We both stand in front of the mascot as she looks at both of us.

“Young man/lady, you’re lucky to have this fine gentleman as your boyfriend.” The Queen states.

Shockingly, I don’t bloom a blush as I’m already very used to hearing that hypothesis from the many staff members before arriving here.

“We’re not together.” Riddle and I sync after so many times of people assuming we are.

“Oh my, what a shame.” The Queen sighs, “I suggest you should quickly take him before someone else does then.”

I give a nervous laugh before we hear the photographer signalling us to get into position. Looking over to the camera, I feel Riddle’s fingers intertwine with mine as the picture gets taken. We both once again curtsy to the Queen of Hearts before being lead to another pathway that they told us leads to the Unbirthday Party.

Looking through the pictures we’ve taken, I can’t help but blush staring at the one we just took. Riddle has a sincere gentle smile that for sure, if I showed to a few girls, they’d melt. Though, my focus is on the hands as I can still feel the warmth I had a few seconds ago. It’ll be an unforgettable moment.

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Sunflower

Word Count: ~1700 words

Ship: Loki x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language, mention of alcohol. Besides that, complete FLUFF

Summary: you had the power to control nature, and you were especially connected to all the trees, plants, and flowers. what happens when loki meets the girl with a crown of daisies?

It was no secret Loki had a problem trusting anyone. His own insecurities, mixed with the feelings of mistrust from his father, he wasn’t one to trust easy. His back was never to anyone, and he always preferred to sit or stand where he could see everyone in the room. At Tony’s parties, you would find him upstairs, eyes watching the crowd, lightly swirling his drink in the glass, never taking a sip. Midgardian alcohol didn’t have much of an effect on him, but he refused to put himself in a situation where his senses were altered.

Loki often found himself in the woods behind the Avengers compound. It was peaceful, with the Avengers seldom coming out that far. It was the one place Loki found complete silence and could be entirely alone- until he saw you.

You were sitting cross-legged in the grass, barefoot, clad in a sage green dress that hung loosely off your body. On top of your head was a crown made of flowers, daisies, Loki noticed. Your hands laid flat against the grass, and dozens of tiny wildflowers sprung up where your fingers were. You looked up when you saw a hint of a shadow, and jumped when you heard a voice.

“Who the hell are you?” A bush suddenly shot out of the ground in front of you, shielding you from Loki’s sight. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I didn’t expect anyone else to be out here. Particularly someone I’ve never met before. I must ask, how did you get here? Stark’s security around this place is nearly impossible to bypass.”

“I was invited. Mr. Stark brought me here this morning. I, I wasn’t ready to meet everyone yet. So he showed me the woods, where I’d be more comfortable.” You slowly stood up and Loki watched as the bush parted so you could walk towards him. “It’s nice to meet you. Loki, right?”

“How did you..?”

“You’re more well known than you thought, Loki.” You walked past him, flowers blooming where your feet met the grass. “You caused some pretty strong earthly damage, entire ecosystems destroyed in some parts. Not just you, of course, you’ve all done your share. And that’s where I come in, for correction.” Loki couldn’t help but watch you, entranced.

“So, what? You’re like Mother Nature?” You spun around when you heard the patronizing tone in Loki’s voice, and your eyes narrowed. Loki felt something wrapped around his ankle and suddenly, there was a sharp tug and Loki dangled upside down from a tree, the branch wrapped like a whip around his ankle.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that.” You turned back around and walked towards the compound.

“Are you not going to help me down?” Loki called out to you. You continued walking and raised your hand, sending Loki to the ground with a loud thud.

“You’re welcome!” You smirked to yourself as you walked to the compound, leaving Loki laying on the ground.

———

After your introduction to the team, Loki learned your name was Y/N. His little jab at you being Mother Nature turned out to hold some truth to it. You had the power to manipulate the Earth and its weather, but your strongest points were plants- this covered everything from the smallest blade of grass to the largest tree. You had apologized to Loki, surprising him and yourself.

“I apologize for our meeting earlier, Loki. I let my emotions get the best of me, and I shouldn’t have. However, maybe next time you won’t doubt my powers.” And with a smile, you were off, following Tony as he gave you the tour of the compound. Loki watched as you walked away, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

Loki often found himself in the wooded spot you first met. While Loki used to prefer being alone (and still preferred it with most of the team), he enjoyed your company greatly. During the next few weeks, the god had grown rather fond of you.

~~~

“Hello, Loki.” You walked up to the raven haired man, standing beside him as he observed the crowd below him. “You know, it’s pretty hard to socialize from up here.” Loki rolled his eyes, but you saw the amused glint in his eyes.

“It’s kind of the purpose, Y/N.” Loki hummed and you took the glass from his hand, setting it on a nearby table. “What are you doing?”

“Do you trust me?” Your e/c eyes locked with his.

“Much more than I should.” You smiled and took Loki’s hand, leading him out of the compound.

~~~

That night, you had lead Loki to the woods, the moon shining bright and lighting up the way. You both sat in the grass, exchanging conversation and enjoying each other’s company. Loki could feel you chipping away at the walls he’s been building his entire life- and he found he didn’t mind it.

———

“What on Earth are you doing?” Loki asked, glancing up from his book. You two were in your spot, Loki leaning against a tree and you in the middle of the sunny patch of grass, surrounded by sunflowers. He was trying to focus on a book you insisted he read, but each time he caught your gaze on him, his focus was slipping.

“I made you something.” You smiled as you held your hands behind your back. “Close your eyes, please.”

“Absolutely not.” Loki returned to his book and you huffed.

“Don’t you trust me?” And with a sigh, Loki closed his book.

“Unfortunately.” You grinned when Loki closed his eyes, and you crawled forward, stopping as you kneeled between his legs. You took the sunflower crown from behind your back and gently rested it up on his head.

“Beautiful.” You smiled. Loki opened his eyes as he felt the slight weight on his head. “I made you a crown. Like mine.” You explained when you saw the confused look Loki gave you. “It’s not as luxurious or glamorous as anything you could have on Asgard, but I made it with sunflowers. Your favorite.“

“Don’t be silly. I’ll treasure it forever, darling.” Loki blushed from the nickname he gave you, and you grinned, the sun becoming brighter. As you two stayed out in the sun, you had shifted to where you were leaned against a tree, Loki’s head in your lap as he read his book. Your fingers worked braids through his hair as you weaved flowers into the braids, the baby blue and purple wildflowers a stark contrast against his black hair. The steady rhythm of your fingers put Loki at ease, and the gentle breeze mixed with the setting sun relaxed you. You two stayed outside, enjoying each other’s company until the sun in the sky had been replaced by the moon.

“Loki?” Your voice was soft and tired, interrupting the silence of the woods.

“Yes, Y/N?” Loki asked, moon shining in his beautifully blue eyes.

“I really like spending time with you.” Loki’s heart swelled at your sleepy confession.

“I’m quite fond of our times together too, Sunflower.” You smiled from the nickname, cheeks pink from blushing.

“Sunflower, hmm? I believe that name’s more fitting for you, with your crown.” Loki’s hand twitched and you felt a light weight on your head.

“I believe the name fits both of us now.” You brought one of your hands to your head, smiling when you felt the petals. Loki couldn’t help but smile as he looked up at you. Every little thing made you so happy. You were like a young child, in awe of everything the world had to offer. And Loki did his best not to let anyone dull the light in your eyes. You both sat in a comfortable silence until you spoke again.

“When I got my powers, I isolated myself. I constantly focused on my work and I didn’t feel like I belonged anywhere. And when Tony brought me in, I felt like an outsider.” You paused, gently twirling the ends of Loki’s hair around your fingers. “You made me feel safe and welcome, I can’t thank you enough.”

“It was my pleasure, Y/N.” Loki stood up, a few wildflowers falling from his hair as he offered his hand to you. “We should head inside before it gets much later. May I walk you to your room?” You took Loki’s hand with a smile, standing up.

“You may.” Loki walked you to your room, neither of you paying the rest of the team any attention as you made conversation.

“Were they wearing flower crowns?” Tony asked, looking at Steve who nodded.

“And Loki had flowers braided in his hair.” Thor watched the two of you until he could see you no longer. “It looks like Lady Y/N has made a friend out of him.”

“I think I preferred when Y/N was dangling Loki from a tree.” Bucky spoke and the men in the room agreed before focusing on the television again.

In your room, Loki was seated beside you as you laid down. Loki took the flower crown off your head, setting it on the nightstand.

“You’re tired, Y/N. Sleep.” Loki started to stand up and you grabbed his hand.

“Wait.” You pulled Loki to you, motioning for him to come closer. Loki bent down to your level, freezing as you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Goodnight, Loki.”

“Goodnight, Sunflower.” And with that, Loki left your room and returned to his own room. Unbeknownst to you both, Loki was in your dreams and you in his. The next morning Loki woke up, surprised to see a vase of sunflowers beside his bed. A note was tucked into the flowers and Loki carefully took it, smiling as he was greeted by your delicate handwriting.

‘I apologize if I’m overstepping, but I’d love to take you on a proper date. Meet me outside once you’re ready, I’ll be waiting.

-Sunflower’

This one date lead to another, followed by many more dates planned by you and Loki. As you laid asleep beside him, Loki couldn’t believe he had been fortunate enough to meet you. Mere months ago, you had met each other and neither of you thought you’d end in this position. But as you curled into Loki’s chest and the steady pattern of your breathing lulled him to sleep, there was nowhere you’d rather be. When sunflowers can’t find the sun, they’ll often turn towards each other as they grow. When you couldn’t find your sun, you found Loki. And he found you. His sunflower. And he’d be facing you every step of the way, for the rest of your lives.

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GL manhwa recs

This summer I’ve been reading a lot of gay comics. Some American, some Japanese, but mostly Korean! I will try to list as many content warnings as possible and try to avoid giving too much away. I hope you enjoy the manhwas as much as I did! :)

Also… please, please, please PAY the original artists as much as you can, whether you read the official or unofficial translations. If you find that it’s difficult to navigate a certain site (even with google translate turned on), you might be able to find fan-made how-to-pay guides for non-Korean speaking people. It’s really important that we give money to people in our community and support queer art, even if that means saving a little extra or paying at a later time.

EDIT: I tried to change a tag and somehow deleted the WHOLE POST. I had to recreate everything under the line by memory 😭

Moonlight Garden //  월야화원 by Kang Unnie and MissPM

Content warnings: NSFW (a lot of sex and a lot of naked ladies), child abuse (a couple flashbacks about branding) and past child slavery, violence, blood, death 

NSFW: About 10% of the story has graphic sex scenes, but the sex scenes were all connected to the plot. It’s also kind of expected since it’s set in a brothel lmao 

Plot: There were a lot of moving parts (love triangle, politics, backstories), but you’ll get the hang of it. The extra focus needed was well worth it bc the ending was super satisfying 

World building: Learning about the flower maidens was so interesting!!! Probably my favorite part of the manhwa. I felt like all of my questions were answered while reading

No men: There were some gossiping male guards and fathers in flashbacks, but for the most part, the men are absent and nameless

Art: GORGEOUS!!! They had coloring assistants and it SHOWED. There was a sweetness to the art style

Rating: 10 out of 10 peach blossoms and blue roses

Blooming Sequence // 블루밍 시퀀스 by Lee Eul

Content warnings: mildly NSFW (nothing above PG-13), worrying about being outted, family pressure and obligations, verbal abuse from parents 

Dialogue: The thing that stood out to me the most was the fluid and natural dialogue. The pacing in general was great! 

Film club: The plot circles around the film club and it’s an important part of the story. I liked that it wasn’t a side thing and that it helped keep the plot moving forward

Sunbae/hoobae: Korean equivalent to senpai/kouhai. Seowoo sunbae was my favorite! Sometimes she’d be illustrated with a tiny tooth and it was v cute

More lesbians: There were a surprising amount of queer ladies? There are def men in the story and ofc not every single woman was gay, but there were a lot more than I expected. Nice that it wasn’t just the main couple! 

Rating: 9 out of 10 War Kong Wai films

It Would be Great if You Didn’t Exist AKA Wish You Were Gone //  네가 없었으면 좋겠어 by Carbonara 

Content warnings: mildly NSFW (nothing past PG-13), people stalk the main couple, child abuse (flashbacks), violence (there’s an incident), worrying about being outted

Angsty?: The beginning is the best part. I wouldn’t say it goes downhill after that but..... it just get kinda angsty? I was surprised how much of their past traumas became a big part of the story. There were still a lot of cute moments sprinkled in until the end tho! 

Art: The art is super cute! And I loved that one of the main’s bffs was shown to be GNC since childhood 

Rating: 8 out of 10 fat cats named pumpkin

Everyday Lily // 백합은 일상 by Gom Mali

Content warnings: Jua has a history of being a predatory lesbian

4-koma: Some serious things happen in the second half of the story, but for the most part, things are really light and silly

Older lesbians: Jua is still in college, but she does have older lesbian friends, which was nice to see! The oldest one was maybe 30? 

Rating: 7 out of 10 kisses in front of the Eiffel Tower

Her Tale of Shim Chong //  그녀의 심청 by Biwan, Seri 

Content warnings: gender violence, sexual harassment, threats of sexual assault, wife battery, stabbing, illness & death, extreme poverty 

Plot: Girl can’t catch a break!!! I was exhausted from all the bad things that happened. It felt like a constant barrage of misfortune. I stopped reading bc I just had a pit in my stomach the whole time I read 

Potential reasons to read: Even tho I wasn’t a huge fan of the story, I still give it a higher rating bc the art is SO beautiful. I also really liked the unnie/fortune teller, as a friend to Shim Chong and as an individual character

Ratings: 7 out of 10 cursed foxes

HONORABLE MENTION: Fluttering Feelings //  설레는 기분 by ssamba 

Content warnings: domestic violence near the beginning

STORY DISCONTINUED: After battling cancer for years, the author passed away in Feb 2018. There are no official plans for the story’s continuation

Personally significant: I still get choked up whenever I think about FF and the author. This story was so important to me in undergrad! I haven’t re-read it since the author’s death, so I’m sorry if I forgot any major content warnings :(

Slow burn: Two friends slowly realizing their feelings for each other. Very tender and realistic   

Rating: 10 out of 10 soft touches and longing looks

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Miss Devil and Miss Angel //  천사씨와 악마님 by Maeu Malgeum 

Partition // 파티션 by Team Tea Cozy

Dallae // 달래야 by Choonae

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Irondad and SteveTony Fic Recs!!

I decided to do a fic rec list bc i always see them and am So Grateful for them, esp rn bc everybody’s quarantined so what else is there to do but read fanfic. these are some of my favorite fics/some of the fics I read recently and just have open in safari rn. they’re mostly angst or whump ngl bc that’s my favorite but,,,, enjoy!

Irondad

ever in your favor by @iron--spider

Summary: Peter startles awake when someone shakes him. “Sorry, honey,” May says. Peter blinks a couple times and she comes into focus, her hair pulled back from her face. She’s trying not to look a certain way, but he can see it in her eyes anyway. She clears her throat, keeps talking. “But it’s…” She glances away, wets her lips. “You gotta get ready.” He remembers what day it is, and his heart beats like a drum at someone’s execution. But he tries to put on a mask, make it all seem normal. It’s everything but, despite the fact that he’s been dealing with reaping day since he was born, between himself, Ben and May. That fear that one of them could be taken away. Sent to surefire slaughter. But now Ben is gone, taken despite never having his name drawn from a bowl, and May’s finally safe. Now Peter’s name is in there alone. The last Parker sitting on the chopping block. He doesn’t know how to be. He doesn’t know what normal is, when the Hunger Games are looming on the horizon.

Note: this is probably my favorite ever irondad fic so like ,,, ummm ,,, Please read this

lay your weary head to rest by @the-great-escapism

Summary: “Please.” He means to say it loudly, with confidence, but it comes out as nothing more than a raspy whisper. His ears are ringing painfully, and his head feels like it’s going to explode. It hurts and hurts and hurts. “M-May,” Peter cries out to no one, feeling like a child. “Tony. Please, ‘m so tired.” He inhales and chokes on his tears. He can’t tell if it’s his imagination or not, but he’s pretty sure he hears a laugh. In which Peter gets kidnapped, and that's not even the worst part. The worst part is he's not allowed to sleep.

Priorities by JLMonroe1234

Summary: Tony had been in the cave for a month. Waiting. Planning. Healing. Biding his time until his creation would be ready and durable enough to get him home. With Yinsen's help and Tony's expertise, he would save them both. But when an injured teenager is brought into the mix, Tony must reevaluate his priorities and decide what's more important; a speedy escape, or rescuing the boy with the spider tattoo?

Return to Normal by Singing_Sirens

Summary: On his first day back, he didn’t expect the stares. Well, he expected some stares, but he didn’t think the entire hallway would just… stop. But that’s what they did. They froze, jaws hanging open, eyes wide, as he lowered his head and curled in on himself. He pushed through the attention. He set his jaw and marched forward, because he had been through worse in the last year.

Patient by alifetime

Summary: Just because Tony has retired as an Avenger, does not mean he still doesn’t have a business to run with Pepper. Since both his oldest children cannot always babysit for Morgan, he hires a babysitter. Harley didn’t really know what to think of the babysitter, and always kept a protective eye on Morgan. But she had told him that Skip was nice. She always seems to be smiling and happy whenever Skip comes to stay. It didn’t filter his concern. So when he goes college, he demands that Peter keeps an eye on him. Peter liked Skip. Until he didn’t. However, he will do anything to keep his brother and sister safe.

Identity Theft by KitCat992

Summary: It's been months since the events of Civil War, and the Avengers are doing their best to remain a team, having promised to forgive and forget. Unfortunately for them, Tony Stark's latest invention has been stolen and recovering it causes tension to reappear. Meanwhile, in Queens, Peter Parker has two main priorities on his plate — complete his midterm finals, and track down a fishbowl wearing criminal that may or may not lead him right into the hands of the Avengers. Somehow between all of this, Spider-man's identity is revealed to the Avengers, Steve and Tony's friendship may permanently be damaged due to continued hidden secrets, and Happy struggles to buy a youth-sized casket for Peter's funeral. Things were a lot easier when they were fighting over Bucky Barnes. (Or: The Avengers welcome Peter into their crazy superhero family and will do anything to protect him.) Shameless Peter whump and Protective Tony Stark.

the second law of thermodynamics by fourleafchloe

Summary: It happens the same way it always does. (It's just discipline. It's not that bad. It's fine, Peter is fine, he'll be fine--) Except he really isn't fine, and Tony knows something's up, and Peter's house of cards is falling apart, and so the story goes. — separate from other fics in the series. a recovery story full of soft irondad, found families, and (eventually) tons of fluff.

Note: this is part of a series of separate irondad fics, each one of them is incredible, so go check out this entire series.

how can the body die? (you tell me, everything) by @madasthesea

Summary: Tony felt panic creep up his spine. Something was occurring to him, slowly percolating in the back of his mind. “You said the stinger got you. Is Scorpion’s stinger venomous?” “I don’t—” Peter cut off as he groaned, the muscles in his jaw tight. “I don’t know. He upgraded—he was faster. Bigger. I—I thought I could beat him.”

oh, darling. by luna_e_stelle

Summary: "Peter?" Tony’s voice wavered with an urgency that cut through the thick haze in Peter’s mind. There was so much emotion in that one word that Peter wondered how he had ever doubted that Tony loved him. They had never said it out loud, just showed it in a way that spoke louder than words ever could. — Peter is taken, and he tries to find his way back home.

whumptober series by @iron--spider

Summary: 10 fics that fulfill whumptober prompts (i could many choose one so just go read the whole series)

Pieces of Echoes by @geekymoviemom

Summary: this is like a rewrite of the MCU integrating most of the storylines So Seamlessly with SuperFamily. Amazing series.

uneasy lies the head by @tnyystark

Summary: Two thoughts come to Peter, both at a breakneck speed he can barely handle. One: the world now thinks he is responsible for the attack in London. And Prague. And Venice. And the murder - murder; as if the man is really dead; as if the universe is kind enough to let that happen - of Mysterio. And two: the world now knows who he is.

Long Shadows by Black_Briar

Summary: Peter comes into contact with a foreign substance on a mission, and things only get worse from there.

I’ll Be Your Home (Forever and Always) by ScarletPotter

Summary: Peter didn't plan on being kidnapped, it all just sorta, maybe, happened? Peter was on his way to meet Ned when suddenly everything goes dark. When he wakes up he's restrained to a table and a man introduces himself to be Quentin Beck, and that he's going to kill him.

god did not craft us as alters, but as dying gods by helloitisafellowgay

Summary: Peter Parker is not immune to trauma. Far from it, in fact. (With great power comes great responsibility, Peter.) So when the building collapses, when the dilapidated remains of metal and concrete, and later searing scraps of plane, fall around him? Well, this is practically nothing. Practically. He’s fine, really. It just gets a little hard to breathe sometimes. Like, when he follows Happy into Stark Tower through the parking garage. Or when he turns on the news while doing homework and sees reports of a plane crash. And sure, the small fire that broke out in the chemistry lab had sent his heart racing and caused sweat to bead on the back of his neck until even Ned asked if he was okay, but it’s nothing to worry about. Regardless, he knows where those come from. But this? In which Skip Westcott is a repressed memory, until he returns.

Note: favorite fic title!

Stony

my heart is driftwood, floating down your coast by @kapteniron

Summary: Tonight, there’s a stranger in his backseat. That’s not unusual. He’s also sad. That’s not unusual either. What is unusual is that the stranger is silent. (One night, a stranger enters Steve's taxi. Nothing is the same again.)

Forever Linked by ashes0909 and athletiger

Summary: Before the door even clicked shut, he opened his mouth to let the pink petals flutter to the ground. In the center of all this mess was a single rose, not yet bloomed, but Tony knew, deep down, what this meant. But they were only teammates for sure; nothing else will go further. — “You have Hanahaki?” she asked, barely more than a whisper. He fisted out the petal from his pocket and held it out to her. “If that’s what would cause this to come out of my throat.”

Steve Rogers’ Guide to Wooing Tony Stark by Tonks22

Summary: Steve tries to woo Tony. Steve is not very good at it. Tony is oblivious.

Blue Lips, Blue Veins by @romanoff

Summary: Tony Stark is Iron Man. Before that, he was an man with bigger heart than brain. Before that, he was an asshole with a bigger mouth than sense. And before that, he was was a scared little boy. Not that it matters. Stark's always have had iron in their backbone.

Note: this is more of a character study of Tony Stark but it’s Incredible. Cannot recommend this enough.

The Butterfly Effect by @itsallavengers

Summary: While fighting with Loki, Steve Rogers from 2012 hears the two simple words: "Bucky's alive." And the whole universe ripples with the aftershocks.

Going Steady by @itsallavengers

Summary: Steve has a soft spot for the sound of Tony's heart

Hide A Heart Of War by RayShippouUchiha

Summary: “You’ve got war in your heart boy,” Howard sneers, “don’t ever try and pretend to be anything but what you are.” Tony feels the familiar burn of a flower mark being etched into his skin but he doesn’t look, doesn’t try and check to see what it is. Instead he keeps his eyes on Howard and his hands cupped around his bleeding mouth and nose.

Note: this is technically Stuckony but,,, it’s rly good so it’s going on the list.

Assorted

a primer for the small weird loves by babyloveparkner

Summary: “What are you—?” “Hold on,” Peter says, tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration as the pen moves across the page. He rips out another page, then seems to grow frustrated and just opens up his notebook to start writing in it rather than stealing pages out of it. Harley feels stuck, flabbergasted and frozen, and he doesn’t know how long he sits there and watches before Peter lets out a huff and finally leans back, satisfaction in his eyes as he hands it all to Harley, all the scribbled writing and torn pages. “Read these.” Harley blinks once, slow, as he takes the offered notebook with the ripped out papers on top. “What…?” And Peter just smiles and shrugs. “They’re poems,” he says. “I looked some up, wrote down the good parts. Maybe those’ll give you that hopeful feeling that you were looking for.” or: harley runs from a homophobic town and finds solace in poetry and peter parker

the spider-man conspiracy by @tempestaurora

Summary: WHO IS SPIDER-MAN? The screen showed Peter Parker, sixteen years old and determined to prove the identity of Spider-Man over the course of the three-part documentary he was making, unknowing that it would become viral within days of the first part being released. Behind the camera, way off screen, was Harley Keener, Tony Stark’s other prodigy child, grinning like crazy as Peter started the documentary. Only a few people knew what was to come, and those few people were about to have a great few weeks. “My name is Peter Parker, and with the help of my friends, Ned Leeds, Harley Keener, and my Aunt, May Parker, who provided me with a lot of red yarn for this project, we’re going to uncover the identity of Spider-Man.” OR "what if peter just decided to fuck with everyone who didn’t know he was spider man and make a documentary about him trying to uncover the Truth."

5 times Tony kissed Rhodey and the one time Rhodey kissed back by lomku

Summary: Exactly what it says in the title.

Note: I wish I had more Ironhusband fics to rec bc i love them but they aren’t as abundant as Stony fics and the ones i’ve read most recently are Stony.

[digitaldreams0801]

Tecna Profile

Name: Titania “Tecna” Petra Aster 

Age: 16

Gender: Nonbinary (she/her, they/them)

Birthday: December 16

Sexuality: Pansexual Polyamorous 

Magic: Technology

Astrological Sign: Triton 

Status: Commoner 

Occupation: Student 

Affiliation: Alfea College for Fairies 

Planet of Origin: Zenith 

Hobbies: Upgrading electronics, building technology, playing video games, coding, reading

Family: Medea Edith Aster (Mother), Preston William Aster (Father)

Position in Team: Tactician 

Pixie: Digit, Pixie of Data

Likes: Technology, being alone, cold weather, strategizing, inventing 

Dislikes: Crowds, her father, heat, being awkward, meeting new people

Appearance: Tecna is the tallest out of the Winx girls, standing at an impressive 6’4”. This also has her being taller than the Specialists due to her large quantities of Zenithian blood. She has pink hair, another trait from Zenith, cut in a pixie hairstyle close to her face with her hair covering one of her eyes. She has turquoise eyes leaning on the blue side of the spectrum. Tecna is lanky and skinny, appearing to be mostly skin and bones at a first glance. She lacks physical attacking strength due to her minimal amounts of muscle. Her posture is nearly perfect, but since she is so tall, she rarely makes eye contact with anyone. Tecna tends to wear more modest clothing due to growing up on one of the coldest planets in the Magical Dimension, hiding most of her skin under loose t-shirts and hoodies with long pants. Her skin is incredibly pale since she grew up without much sunshine and rarely went outside when it was light out. Her favorite colors to wear are on the cooler spectrum such as green, blue, purple, and turquoise. Tecna has pointed ears and a lower body temperature than usual, making her feel like ice to the touch.

Personality: Tecna is emotionally distant, to say the least. She doesn’t talk much with other people on matters of the heart, making her struggle to portray how she is feeling. When it comes to technological data, on the other hand, Tecna is natural at communicating. She seems to show off how smart she is without even intending to, seamlessly portraying all that she knows. She can figure most things out at a first glance, and if they do challenge her, it won’t take long for her to find the truth. Tecna doesn’t talk to many people unless they approach her first, having been taught as a child not to speak unless someone speaks to her first. She doesn’t know what emotions are meant to feel like after not being shown much affection growing up. When people show love towards her, she tends to respond with confusion and numbness, unsure of how to respond to such. Tecna holds confidence in herself simply because it hasn’t ever been challenged. Growing up, Tecna was told more of how to be rather than being allowed to develop on her own, making her come off as a robotic conglomerate of everything an upper-class family would want an heir to be like. However, she does want to connect with others after years of being alone without any children her own age to be friends with. Upon getting closer to other people who treat her with kindness, she tends to throw herself in danger if need be to ensure that they are protected. She loves her friends immensely, even if she isn’t sure how to display it. She’s an introvert by nature, preferring her time alone to being with many other people. She loves to learn more and researches new subjects often. Tecna is patient, calm, and smart while also being unsure of how to interact with others. 

Background: Tecna was born to Medea Edith Aster and Preston William Aster, an upper-class couple on Zenith. Preston led an important company producing technology with heavy ties to the leaders of the planet, making him partially a politician and partially a businessman. Medea was born to another important family in the business world and was pushed to marry Preston for the sake of increasing the power of her bloodline. Together, the two had a single child, who they named Titania. Preston had been looking forward to a son to pass the business onto, so when he wound up having a daughter, he grew angry. Medea was found to be infertile soon after giving birth to Titania, and Preston started to ignore them both to focus on his business. Titania attempted to reach out to him to the best of her ability, but he ignored all of her attempts to reach out due to his anger and disappointment, claiming he wasn’t able to reach out due to his focus on the business. Medea did her best to raise Titania, but she was often arguing with Preston while he was home and grew numb to the world, meaning she was a lackluster mother at best, even if she wasn’t openly horrible to her daughter. Medea did care, but she struggled showing it due to years of being manipulated causing her to grow distant from her emotions. Upon realizing Preston wanted a son instead of Titania, she attempted to adapt into a more masculine young girl with hopes of gaining his approval. Even so, Preston continued to ignore her, and the lack of care started to have a negative impact on her. Now, Titania was roughly ten. Throughout her childhood, she was tutored by many specialized teachers before going to a private school paid for by Preston, seemingly to get her to stop pestering him. Once she started going to school, Titania began to go by Tecna as a way of distancing herself from her father. Regardless of who was teaching her, Tecna excelled, showing herself to be a prodigy in her own right. Even with her success, Preston didn’t support her at all, leaving Medea as Tecna’s only supporter. Tecna started inventing things at around this time, finding a particular interest in technology. She also found herself to be a fairy, something surprising given that Preston and Medea both had minimal magic and couldn’t fight at all. After doing some research, Tecna decided that she wanted to go to Alfea, and she wound up getting a scholarship there based on academics alone since her father refused to support paying her way there despite having more than enough money to pay for Tecna’s tuition. Just before setting off, Tecna bid Medea goodbye, meeting with Preston one last time before leaving for Alfea. The two got into an argument about Preston’s lack of involvement in the sixteen years of his daughter’s life with Tecna saying that she never had his support growing up while countless others her age did have a father to lean on. Preston shrugged her off saying that he was too busy to involve himself in such trivial matters. Tecna snapped at him that he was selfish and would have been in her life if she had been born in a way that would have been optimal for him. She called him neglectful for ignoring her nearly all her life and manipulative for the way he treats Medea. Preston told her that she would never be able to understand his place in the world and the pressure that it brought, and Tecna vowed that she comprehended a lot more than he knew, not that he would realize it due to his absence. She internally decided to make a good life for herself as a way of getting back at his neglectful behavior before leaving for Alfea. Tecna held no guilt over the argument with her father since he never cared for her to begin with, allowing her to set out with a clear conscience and a wish to make a better future. 

Other: Tecna enjoys writing in her free time. After reading for many years as a child to escape her real life, she grew to hold a deep fondness for fiction regardless of the genre. She started writing when she turned roughly thirteen and has been ever since, but she doesn’t share her stories with anyone. There are some theories that she publishes her works online under an alias, but no evidence has ever been found of such due to her innate ability to hide things easily. Tecna has a fear of emotion, burying her thoughts in logic to keep from being swept up by feelings. As a child, she didn’t see much out of her mother, and she was only the subject of two primary emotions: disappointment from her father and pride from unnamed people who only wanted her for her prodigious mind. Since the disappointment was negative and the pride was empty, Tecna grew to be partially afraid of how people would feel towards her since it wasn’t ever genuine and positive. She doesn’t like to be excessively praised at first since it comes off as empty and manipulative since so many people only wanted her for her mind in the past. After a while, she learns about sarcasm and humor, and she takes full advantage of it at all times.

Position in Team:

Tecna is an impeccable tactician, enjoying playing strategy-based video games in her free time. She can use logic to find her way out of most situations, and her mind works quickly enough for her to find solutions in a timely manner. Tecna excels at using the environment to her advantage and can devise a strategy using the area around her quickly. She often gives the group orders in battle due to her position as the strategist even if she doesn’t hold an optimal demeanor to be a leader.

Dynamics:

Bloom: Bloom is a naturally patient person, and the two are polar opposites in the matter of emotional versus logical. The two are learning from one another slowly, with Bloom showing Tecna that emotion isn’t something to be feared and Tecna teaching Bloom how to think with her head in crucial moments. Even if they’re opposites, they value one another’s opinions greatly and listen to what the other has to say both in and out of battle, helping each other to expand their world views. 

Stella: Stella and Tecna spend a lot more time together than one would expect. They enjoy guilty pleasures together such as watching cartoons and reading mangas, discussing such often. Stella is happy to help Tecna with opening up to people more due to her extroverted nature, allowing them to mesh easily in an odd way. Stella gladly drags Tecna into talking with people, though Stella is careful about making Tecna overly uncomfortable while still taking her out of her comfort zone slowly.

Flora: Flora and Tecna are the two quietest girls in the group, and they enjoy quiet time together often. Flora approached Tecna first with hopes of pulling her out of her shell to talk with people a bit more often. Tecna was unsure of how to respond at first, but she slowly started to open up to Flora, realizing that perhaps emotion isn’t quite as bad as she was led to believe. Flora is the best at guiding Tecna through her steadily-developing emotions and is constantly patient with her.

Musa: Musa and Tecna are roommates at Alfea, and they get along perfectly. They understand the need to be quiet and are comfortable with enjoying silence around one another. Both of them have issues with their fathers and get along because of this. They never get into arguments either, understanding one another without even needing to speak. While both are quiet, they communicate well through body language, picking up on the other’s odd habits near instantly.

Aisha: Since Aisha was so physically apt and put a lot of focus on self-expression, Tecna didn’t know how to respond to Aisha’s joining the group, being the complete opposite. After a while though, the two did try to spend more time together, learning about different ways of expressing themselves (through actions from Aisha and words from Tecna) in the process. Aisha and Tecna are slowly working their way to showing their feelings openly after years of repression as well, being similar and treating each other with immense respect in that regard.

Roxy: Tecna invited Roxy to the party as soon as she joined the group, helping her into the ins and outs of being magical quickly. Tecna has grown to be much more open and emotional by the time Roxy joins the group, and she helps Roxy as a mentor figure, showing her pride openly and without hesitation. Tecna does a great job at teaching Roxy at a solid pace she can understand. Roxy, in turn, introduces Tecna to Earth media, which they enjoy together often.

Diaspro: Tecna and Diaspro are both emotionally distant from their parents and hid their feelings for many years. While Diaspro showed how she felt as an act of rebellion and a wish to take over her own fate, Tecna never had the drive to do so. Diaspro is the one to encourage Tecna to take charge of her life and to not let her father define her. Despite being radically different, they have a surprisingly strong relationship and enjoy talking a lot about what they’re going to do with their futures.

Sky: Tecna and Sky don’t have the chance to talk to each other much. Their relationship is based strictly on business, and they fight together well. They share a similar relationship to Tecna and Diaspro’s, but they don’t reach out to one another as often. They both long to take control of their own lives after years of being manipulated and pressed into a fate they didn’t wish for, making them both quiet rebels, though they don’t talk about such nearly as often as Tecna and Diaspro. 

Brandon: Brandon is surprisingly one of the more tactical members of the Specialist team, even if he’s not the designated strategist (that person being Timmy). He and Tecna get together every once in a while to test their mettle on strategy games, though Tecna beats him every time. Even so, they can learn from one another and devise new plans each time they meet up, allowing each other to see what the other would do in the same situation, improving their futual plots in battle.

Riven: Riven and Tecna can get the most sarcastic out of their respective groups and are similarly the most emotionally distant. Riven has a much greater temper than Tecna, easily growing angry and violent where Tecna is calm and patient. They don’t get along all that well due to their large differences in personality, but they don’t hate one another either. They rarely get into fights since Tecna refuses to respond when Riven gets too hostile, as in particularly bad moments, it can remind her of her father.

Timmy: Timmy and Tecna connected the fastest out of any Winx and Specialist combination. They’re both awkward, patient, love technology, and are distant from how they feel about other people. They’re best friends through and through, easily understanding each other without the need for words. Slowly but surely, they’re working on communicating how much they care about both each other and other people. They care greatly for each other and use one another as emotional rocks in a way.

Helia: Helia and Tecna don’t talk to one another very often but still get along well. They’re both quiet and are working on opening up to other people regarding their emotions. They express themselves differently but hold a strong relationship regardless. Helia found out where Tecna posts her writing online and figured out it was her after seeing into a notebook she dropped. He began to read her stories and found himself in love with them, but he doesn’t tell anyone the truth about her online identity as per Tecna’s wishes.

Nabu: By the time Nabu finds his way into the party, Tecna is much more open with herself. As such, she uses sarcasm often, and the two of them have snarky competitions from time to time, and it’s hard to find a winner. It’s all in good fun at the end of the day. Nabu finds himself indebted to Tecna due to her closing the Omega Portal before they met, and he’s incredibly grateful to her for saving his planet, causing him to go out of his way to ensure she’s safe and alive after meeting her, not that he would openly admit such.

Preston: Tecna holds a quiet enmity towards her father, even if she refuses to admit it to others. His lack of affectionate behavior towards her caused her to shut down emotionally as a child, leading to her immense struggles later in life. Preston’s open neglect and refusal to give her attention strained their relationship. Preston holds disappointment towards Tecna for not being the son he always wanted, and Tecna hates him for not accepting her as she was, instead being more in love with the image of a nonexistent child than her.

Medea: While Tecna does love Medea, the latter isn’t a good mother. Medea grew emotionally stunted after years of living with Preston, who openly manipulated and blamed her for his issues. She struggled to show her love for Tecna while the latter was little, and she wasn’t able to support her child due to her disconnection with reality. When Tecna grows up, Medea tries to better herself to improve her relationship with her daughter, and after a while, they connect in an attempt to make up for lost time.

Digit: Digit is similar to Tecna in their love of technology, but they are much more open with how they feel. Digit is outgoing and leads the pixies fearlessly, the complete opposite of quiet, reserved Tecna. Digit is happy to try and get Tecna to open up to others, believing that if she can build stronger relationships, it will help her greatly in the long run. Digit is Tecna’s biggest fan, encouraging her always. The two play video games together often, and Digit is the sole person Tecna has told about her secret online writings.

[heroacademiaimagines]

For the Kids

Word Count: 1,319 words Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki/Reader Summary: Somehow, he always managed to show he cared. 

A/N: Also found here on AO3!

It was just supposed to be something nice for the kids.

When you were a hero, the work you did wasn’t all that mattered; the public opinion mattered, the way people viewed you mattered, petty things to most, but that was just the reality of the situation. You had taken to doing charity work involving children after you’d become a full-time pro-hero, knowing you could naturally enjoy your timing doing something good for children, brightening their day with your visits or bringing them new toys to play with (as most of the children involved in this were generally poor, or orphaned). You hardly denied the chance to do this type of charity work, and though it had first started as something you did to build up your public persona, you had found it to be incredibly enjoyable, too.

“Why don’t you just pose for a photo or two, don’t make any of the kids cry, and then you can get lost?” You tilted your head to look back at your fellow pro-hero, one who you’d managed to rope into helping you out on this gig. It was just carving pumpkins with kids, something fun, not too strenuous, and not televised so that on the off-chance a certain someone’s mouth started to run, it wouldn’t plummet his popularity.

“Whatever.” Bakugou scoffed, and you’re pleased to see he’s practicing some self-restraint today.

“Maybe you can blow a few of them up in the end, the unused ones. I’m sure the kids would love that!”

Bakugou was far higher up in the pro-hero ranks than you were, but his popularity went through spikes. He was considered handsome by many, and there was no doubt he was skilled, powerful, capable of protecting those that needed it. But he hadn’t managed to get rid of the abrasive side of him that first bloomed when he was a kid, and though far more mature than he used to be, his temper could still be explosive should his toes be stepped on. And the media very much enjoyed stepping on Bakugou’s toes, just to see what type of response they could get out of him.

One such incident had happened recently, you couldn’t really blame him for telling the cameraman to fuck himself, but unfortunately, the public had opinions about this interaction and none of them had been positive. After many phone calls, and nearly busting down his door as he pushed you straight to voicemail, you insisted that he join you on this fall event at an elementary school. You knew his relationship with children was tenuous at best, but you also had faith that he could hold back any non-child friendly behavior long enough to take a few pictures, and then make himself scarce. You rarely got to spend time with your friend (you’d actually just reached the point where he stopped denying your friendship), so you’d seen it as a win-win situation.

You were both introduced to the children quickly, the courtyard of the school having tables with many pumpkins, all shapes and sizes, spread out among them so that the children could run up and pick whatever they pleased. They’d proceed to bring the pumpkins back to their assigned pro-hero, who would be in charge of carving or retrieving the paint to decorate it, and that was just about it. The laughter is infectious and you can feel a smile spreading across your face as you watched them happily partake, glad you were spending a weekend doing something fun instead of lounging on your couch.

The first part of the event goes well, just as planned, and you steal a few glances at Bakugou when you can; he was biting his tongue, rolling his eyes, but still overall being helpful to the kids under his care. You’d even heard a few of them call him cool, directly appealing to his ego, which certainly put him in a better mood. He had an entire line of pumpkins by the time you started to focus more on carving your own, and soon the kids thinned out, running to get their fall treats for their lunch before the second part of the event began.

You continued to carve out your own pumpkin, thoughts wandering now that you didn’t have to focus on not letting children cut off their own fingers. You were digging into your pumpkin when the tool slipped, and you found it to be much sharper than you’d originally thought.

You winced, quickly bringing your hand to your chest and using your other hand to block the damage; you cringe at the cut, knowing you probably had to go to the hospital to get stitches with how deep it looked. You’re surprised when you’re suddenly hoisted up by your arm, turning to look at Bakugou, who was wearing a completely straight face even as he pulled you away. The other heroes there paid you two no mind, busy wrangling the students and making sure everyone got at least one treat before handing out doubles. Bakugou, like a bodyguard, discreetly pulls you down the halls of the school to the infirmary, finally releasing you so that he could rummage through the supplies that had been left out.

He’s being far too quiet, and now that you were alone, you could practically feel the irritation radiating off of him.

“Just say what you gotta say, Katsuki.” The use of his first name makes his eye twitch and he whipped around to glare at you; if you’re going to refer to him in a friendly manner, than he had no intention of holding back.

“You’re a professional goddamn hero, and you cut yourself carving pumpkins. What the fuck is wrong with you?” A fair question, one you’d thought yourself the minute you’d accidentally sliced into your hand. You shrugged your shoulders which only seemed to irritate him more, and he’s not necessarily gentle as he cleaned your wounds.

The thing was, he was still doing it.

You hadn’t asked him for help, nor had you realized he even noticed that you were hurt. It had happened in a split second and you had moved to cover the blood so you didn’t spook any of the kids who had still been around, but apparently, he’d been paying more attention to you than you’d thought. You’d already been surprised he hadn’t left the minute the photographers made themselves scarce, but now he was helping you, with minimal insults (you admit, you probably deserved his original comment). You watch as he cleaned up the blood, inhaling sharply as he cleaned the wound and wrapped it tightly, saving the situation until you could get to a hospital to treat it properly. You consider making a joke about him being a doctor instead of a hero, but deciding you didn’t want to add burn wounds on top of this cut, you simply smiled at him.

“Thanks a lot. And thanks for coming with me today.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He muttered under his breath. “Just go get that taken care of as soon as we’re done here, you here me? I’ll walk you there my damn self if you think you can just go home and deal with it later.”

“Wow, you’ve been around these kids so long you’re actually turning into a parent. How did that happen?”

“Shut up.” His cheeks turned pink. “I should’ve let you bleed out.”

“I don’t think your PR team could help you come back from that,” You patted his shoulder, ignoring the fact his cheeks seemed to turn darker when you touched him. “Especially considering I’m your PR team and I’d be dead.”

“Your jokes aren’t funny if you have to explain them.”

“Can we go back to the nice Katsuki who was so diligently tending to my wounds?”

“No.”

The two of you rejoined the crowd, and spent the rest of the event side-by-side.

[flamingwhump]

Whumptober 8 Stab Wound

(Also for Alternative Whumptober 1 “Wake up”)

The team had been traveling through the forest for a few days now, they were on the move to their hideout. Sun was heading up the rear keeping an eye on the perimeter around them, always hyper-vigilant. After everything they’d been through no one blamed them. Sun was a natural leader, naturally protective, like everyone’s big sibling.  

Sun’s stoic scanning face cracked into a smile, watching Crimson sneakily jump onto West’s back. He was so used to this maneuver from the team’s weapons and tech expert, he easily caught her wrist as she put her arms out to grapple West’s broad shoulders. He flipped her over his shoulder, flinging her into a bush to the side of him. Koanya busted out in high peals of laughter, they clutched their stomach, the smallest and right up front, they brushed a low branch out of their way. Ko’s laugh fell short as they moved a branch aside.  

The small healer’s eyes went wide, “S-Sun? You’re gonna wanna see this” they barely breathed no louder than a whisper.  

Sun pushed forward through the group, worry creasing their brows. “What-? Oh... Oh gods..” they pressed past the foliage and into a small clearing where a bloody body was propped up against a tree, barely breathing. The figures clothes were torn and nearly destroyed but Sun could tell they were formal- Royal- clothes.  

Sun stopped short, feeling everyone else behind them bumble to a stop. They dug the heels of their muddy boots into the earth, grounding themselves, their face hard and protective. A tall broad figure in a regal emerald green cloak, clasped at the shoulder with a golden emblem marking him as a Lord. The drawn gun in his hand pointing right at Sun had their strong tan arms shooting out to protect their team. They would die before they let this asshole shoot anyone in their little misfit family.  

“Hey, hey now, man, no one needs to get hurt” they took a tentative step forwards and to the side, sweeping West behind them and Ko to the side. They didn’t have a third hand to be touching crimson, but that’s what the protocol is for. Sun didn’t have to worry about that because they knew West had a hand on Crimson and a hand on Ko. Sun also knew West would protect them to the death if anything happened to them.  

The cloaked man just flashed them a sharp wolfish grin.  

“Oh, how precious” he snarled, laughing dark and high like a lightning bolt hitting a tree. Only to leave fire and destruction in its wake. “What exactly are you supposed to be?” He looked over the whole group more closely, as if he was picking them apart in his head. His eyes widened and he gasped once he landed on Crimson, her tail visible above her head and her wings fluttering in defensive anger having caught his eye.  

“What are you doing with that thing?” He recoiled, disgusted, gun lowering minutely in his surprise. “That thing should be in a cage somewhere”   Sun could barely hold her back as Crimson barreled against the barrier of Suns arms. They were strong but they couldn’t hold Crimson back for long when her rage got a hold of her. Thankfully, West stepped in, putting a calming hand on her shoulder  

“Hey, hey-“ he fell suddenly forward as he got an accidental bright red feathered elbow right in the chin. His grip on her shoulder got tighter, his other hand grabbing the elbow that hit him “You’re okay ‘mon, hey-!”   The man just chuckled, laugh building as the half-griffin struggled to get to him to shred him to pieces. “Aww, the mutt seems familiar with the cage. Someone should reacquaint you.” He hummed, face bright and triumphant. The gun was almost all the way at his side now, his other hand on his hip, foot tapping as he considered the ragtag group.   West had to put Crimson in a headlock to get her not to tear Sun’s hair out in an effort to climb over them to get to the man with the gun who would most definitely shoot her. Luckily West was about twice her size, his training peeking through as he kept her immobilized from the waist up as her legs kicked wildly and her head swung from side to side.  

Sun pushed the group further along the edge of the clearing inching closer and closer to the tree that had that slumped person against it.   They struggled to keep their arms up, but they couldn’t until everyone was safe, even this hurt guy against the tree. They managed to glance down between them and West, checking in on Koanya. They had their little dagger out but downward in a defensive position and to the side as they pressed against Suns hip in the middle of the formation. It was protocol to keep Ko in the middle.  

Their eyes flicked back to the danger in front of them, taking a shaky breath, One foot, then the other. Okay. They concentrated and breathed. Slowly, sparks at first crackled and shone around Sun’s fingers, rubbing together for friction. A few flames sprung from their fingertips as they moved forward.   They were parallel now to the snickering lord in front of them. West and crimson were entirely covered by the tree.   “Ko!” West hissed, jerking his head back motioning them to get over to him. Crimson was much calmer now, but she was limp and scowling in West’s arms. 

Ko scurried behind the tree beside West, his arm snaking around their shoulders and they instinctively pressed their body close to his side, breathing in his familiar scent. They put their hand in Crimsons, her scowl softening after the initial start of suddenly touching her hand. She smiled down at Koanya, wanting to reassure them now that their vision had mostly cleared of red.   Sun took a step away from the others and towards the Lord, his cloak flowing in the wind blowing across the clearing. They took another tentative step, lifting their hands, now engulfed in a blaze. Before they could say or do anything he held a hand up, stopping the leader.   “No need, Mage. You can have him.” He said dismissively with a wave of his hand. He holstered his gun. “I’m going back to the castle. I’ve had as much fun with him as I can for now anyways. You get him healthy and I just might see all of you” he made eye contact with Sun and then darted over to Crimson with a wink and a smile, “someday.” he hummed as if in thought but his face never dropped his shark smile as he turned on his heel and disappeared into the forest going the opposite direction.   Sun let out a breath they didn’t know they were holding. Adrenaline coursed through them and they immediately turned from tense and scared to directing the team now that the danger had passed.   “Ko, I need you here” Sun ordered, kneeling beside the figure finally able to look clearly at him for the first time. He looked starved, Sun noticed jutting collarbones and sternum before they saw the blood seeping from his lower stomach.  

“Looks like a stab wound” Sun went to put pressure on the wound and the unconscious lump jolted awake, screeching in pain. Sun gasped, ripping the man’s rags of a shirt off to reveal dark purple blooms across the guys ribs.  

“Fuck, I’m sorry dude. Ko, start with the stab would, then the ribs. Set any more broken bones you can manage and I’m going to start sewing up the cuts on his arms and legs.” They looked from the subject to Koanya, they gave a resolute nod from behind large circle wire framed glasses, their small round face so serious it would be cute if the situation wasn’t so intense right now.   Sun had clocked a bunch of red all over his arms and legs but upon further inspection they were intricate geometric patterns, some kind of floral looking and some looking like alien language. It all flowed in and out of each other like a giant pattern.  

“Fuck” they whispered under their breath. Luckily only a few places were bad enough to be stitched up. They took their backpack off and got the med kit out, 25 stitched over four limbs that’s not that bad in Suns book.  

They looked up and Koanya was on their knees, blue glowing magic flowing into the abdomen, sweat pouring down their face. Sun felt shining pride in that moment, Ko had come so far. The stab wound was gone and the ribs looked almost there.  

“Good job, kid” Sun smiled as they hoisted themselves up, checking in with West, making sure Crimson was okay and released. Warmth bloomed in Koanya’s chest, they always felt like the weakest member of the group, they liked feeling helpful.  

Ko took a small break, breathing heavily as they wiped their brow with the back of their small arm. The guys face twitched and he let out groans and moans as his ribs clicked and creaked back into place, sometimes eliciting gasps from the unconscious man.

Ko wondered who he was, they shook the man a little by his shoulder  

“Hey? Um, hey guy?” They said gently, as if waking up a child from a nap.  

They peered over his face as his brows came together, shaking his head and whining high pitched.  

“Nnnn-” he moaned and tilted his head to the side. Ko gasped in surprise, and shook the man’s shoulder harder  

“No, hey! Hey, wake up!” They insisted. His eyes fluttered open, unfocused and blurry.  

He immediately squeezed them shut with a grimace. He tried to push himself up bracing his hands on the ground and fell back harshly against the tree with a sharp cry.  

“Gods alive! My arms, fuck!” He pulled his arms up in front of him, making sure they weren’t touching anything. He looked down but just saw white bandages and felt the sting of antiseptic.  

Koanya scurried away from the sudden outburst, hiding behind Crimson.  

Sun strode forward, kneeling quickly by the yelling new man  

“Shh, I know I know honey.” They said, taking the mans hands gently “I know it hurts. Can you tell me your name?” They asked, trying to get the man to look at them. He sucked in a breath through gritted teeth.  

He exhaled and tried not to focus on the pain. “I-I,” inhale, shakey exhale “Atlas” he gave a toothy grin that would have been charming if he wasn’t desperately trying to keep himself together.  

Sun racked their brain “where do I know that name?” Their eyes went wide as they realized suddenly, looking back over their shoulder at West, and back at Atlas. “Prince Atlas?” they shook their head, standing and nodding to West. The two of them helped him gingerly to his feet “Well I'll be damned”  

Atlas nodded “T-thank you” he nodded at Sun and looked wildly between this he rest of them, grateful tears welling up in his eyes. Sun clasped the new friend on the shoulder where they knew the cuts didn’t reach.  

“All of us have been through things and we all found each other, most of us in your shape or worse” their eyes softened. “You’re one of us now. Or you will be.” Their gentle hand on his shoulder squeezed a bit.   Atlas’s shoulder sagged in relief. He hadn’t expected that at all, to be protected and accepted without even a question? His body was overwhelmed with exhaustion, he had been running on adrenaline and terror. Now that he finally felt safe it was like all his pain and exhaustion crashed down on him at once. He barely registered being picked up as his heavy eyes finally closed. He snuggled closer to the warmth surrounding him as his world went black.  

[alitheamateur]

The Grind- Chapter 4

Warnings: Language. Angst.

Just shy of 3 months had swiftly come & gone. We spent most of our days together, and the easy casualty, and effortless chemistry between us still stood firm. The whirling wind of our relationship only just picking up, and I was intently reading the blatant, yet blindly mysterious novel that was Colton Ritter. He was romantic in the brawniest of ways, always keeping a solid arm around my waist, or his wide fingers locked around my bony hands when we explored the crowded sidewalks on our outings. Or on the rare occasions he decided to sleep over, he’d never settle to sleep in any position other than nestled into my back, his warm steady breaths exhaling into my hair, & limbs locked around me. There was a period when I had to reassure myself that he did indeed know my proper name, and wasn’t just calling me ‘his girl’ every time he addressed me to cover his flighty memory.

The fight was just shy of two weeks away, give or take. Two painfully anxious, grueling weeks away. Rightfully so, Colton delicately began to isolate himself a bit, applying his metaphorical “game face” makeup, if you will. However, tonight he had promised to skip out his usual third training session of the day & let me have him to myself. I tidied the throw pillows on the sunken leather couch on my way to answer his knock, and fluffed some fingers through my hair.  

“Hey, babydoll.”

He crossed the entryway with a wet peck to my lips & dropped himself to be seated on the center cushion of my couch, kicking off the heels of his gray trainers with a grunt. How on earth a man could make a sweat stained, beat-up hoodie look like a 3-piece suit, was an enigma I’d yet to solve.

“How’s my girl?” he smiled, using two fingers to playfully seduce me to fill the empty spot next to him. I made a pit stop grabbing the remote control so I could ready the DVD I had rented for us, then plopped beside his now relaxed frame. The ‘right at home’ manner he felt at my place, made the tiny space feel all the more cozy.  

“Perfect now,” I answered with smiling satisfaction, nuzzling into the warm crook under his arm. As a woman, I never like to think of myself as weak or fragile, small even. But the way his full, sizeable arm made me feel almost like a helpless child protected in the safe space of their own little hiding spot was an exception.

We’d barely made it 10 minutes into the movie before the tongue I’d been biting to keep quiet, broke free. “How’s the training coming? Is your hand still giving you trouble?”

Earlier in the week, I’d met him at Mac’s per his request, & found him wincing as the trainer pressured his obviously swollen, irritated mitt. He brushed off my evident concern, saying he had probably just “over did it a bit,” but the trainer shot me a clandestine glance, indicating that it indeed was something I should maybe be concerned with.

“It’s all good, babe. Nothin’ to worry yourself about, honest. Relax, huh?” He held up the wounded hand, wiggling his fingers as if to prove to me he was as healthy as a horse, and pressed a kiss to my temple.

I nodded my head at the obvious lie, resisting the urge to push the issue of my growing regard for him. My silky legs tucked under me, I lifted from the couch to retrieve some popcorn from the kitchen, strategizing the best way to mind my own business would be to excuse myself from the room for a brief moment or two.

I couldn’t have made it 3 small strides in exit before I was wrangled like a farm animal from behind.

“Hey 2-1, think fast!” He declared referring to the peeling vinyl number on the back of one of my dated team sweatshirts from high school.

Not allowed a moment to resist, he pounced from his seat, captured my limber body, & heaved me over his stony shoulder, adding a saucy pat to my rump for good measure. I squealed with pleasure as he whisked me off in the direction of my bedroom, shouting giggly words of objection mixed with powerless slaps to his widespread back along the way. We entered the bedroom threshold where he chucked me atop the plush white duvet of my full-size bed, my hair bouncing and scattering across my face. My arms outstretched slackly, he situated himself above me, dangling studiously rubbing nose-to-nose with me. I closed my eyes lazily with desire, anticipating the puffy lips I knew were approaching me.

“Highlight of my day about to be what’s between those soft legs of yours, Livvy,” he purred, causing me to shiver involuntarily as his gifted hands slid toward a southern destination. The airy hairs across my bloomed skin raised on end, the grips of his fingers leaving white scraps of pressure along the way.

The moment couldn’t have been more laced with passion, and elevated craving, and yet the wandering mind of mine I often coursed for overthinking, wouldn’t slow down.

“Colt, are you sure your hand’s okay? I just wanna make sure you’re in perfect condition for Mendez. I can’t have you going into this thing if you’re not 100%, babe.”

I knew right off I had made a hasty, unsuitable move. His sculpted jaw clenched, nostrils flaring with outrage. I searched his face for the man I’d grown to know, the one who held me in such high regard, always so playful & gentle. But this was Jekyll. His pupils almost rattled with offense, and I heard his neck crack from the fuming build inside him.

“Really? I told you I’m fine, Liv. Damn it!” He scoffed, and pushed himself off me, heavy feet stomping promptly down the hall, his sock feet ruffling over the area rug. I tossed myself over the foot of the bed after him, regretfully chastising myself for the poor timing.  

“You write articles about sports. You’re not a trainer for God sakes. I said not to worry about me, & I meant it, ‘ight. Just back off!”

I barely managed to hear the muffled last three words he’d growled at me from behind the door he’d nearly breached from hinges on his way out. I wasn’t oblivious to the fact that he held some tendencies of fuming anger, and maybe the occasional tendency for a tantrum. There had to be a dark hole of hostility buried in his psyche, let’s be honest. The guy made a career of bashing in the face of his fellow man. But never, did I expect to see those flashes of dander thrust upon me.

 I spent two days following his outburst lost in a thick fog of muddled questioning. The independent, headstrong woman in one corner was brushing off the barefaced disrespect and hissy fit he’d thrown, advising that I didn’t deserve such, and to run away with my head held high. However, the lovesick girl in the opposing corner who just felt the desire to be valued by a good man, told me to forgive my sometimes darkly pensive partner. He was under an extensive amount of pressure to make weight, and make sure he was properly armed on every level to defeat Mendez.  So, I called a draw between my battling emotions like any indecisive twenty-something woman would do. I decided there was no way I’d go groveling for some answers since I was clearly the innocent party in the episode. But, offering to hear him out when he did show his face, seemed rational.

Arriving home from work that rainy Tuesday, spitting curses to myself when someone had swiped my front row parking spot, there he stood. I picked the dry skin from my lip, organizing my plan of attack. I couldn’t go too easy on him and run childishly right into his arms. No, I was too unwaveringly thick headed for that. Earning my forgiveness wasn’t a simple task, but it wasn’t an impossible one either. As I ascended the concrete steps closer to the looming figure pacing near my door, I noticed he was drenched. His heather gray sweatshirt, now shaded to charcoal, and his teeth gently chattered behind blotched lips.

“It’s freezing out here, crazy! God, Colton! Come inside.”

I left him standing on the doormat to retrieve a set of clothes he’d left one morning after a jog that had led him here. A tingle eased up my legs remembering the shower fiasco that had resulted from his impromptu visit.

“Here, put these on before you catch freaking pneumonia.”

He emerged from the bathroom, his dripping hair standing in all directions messily just how I liked it. “What were you doing out in the rain, Colton? Are you out of your mind?” I knew deep down realistically there probably was a part of him that indeed was, but that was beside the point.

“I ran from my place to Mac’s this mornin’, before the rain. Except I couldn’t focus on my damn session for thinkin’ about you.” He snapped in my direction, tossing his arms up in a seeming surrender.

Was he blaming me for the fact that he couldn’t train? Trying to fault me for his lack of focus?

“Look, Liv. I ain’t the type a guy who gets into much of the feelings bullshit. But, I do know that I owe you an apology for runnin’ out on you the other night… and the yellin’. I’m sorry for that, too. My pop didn’t raise me as the type ‘a man who speaks to any woman like that. I need ya’ to know that I can promise, you’ll never see that side of me again, outside of the cage. Understand?”

He hadn’t looked to me until that moment. It was almost like the little speech he had just given, was partially aimed as a smack on the wrist for himself, too. I could tell he was sincerely ashamed of his erratic behavior, and who was I to deny the forgiveness his now child-like eyes desired.

“I get it. I shouldn’t have nagged you about the hand. That part of your life is none of my business, and I swear to stay out of it.”

The last words had barely escaped me before he swooped my nervous hands into his.

“Woah woah, hold it, babe. The fighting IS your business. Sometimes, you’re prolly gonna wish it wasn’t, truthfully. That’s not at all what I meant. You’re my girl now Livvy, so anything in my life, I want you a part of. The problem is, the other night when you kept askin’ about the injury, it wasn’t that I was mad that you were concerned. It’s just, I was tryin’ my hardest to pretend it wasn’t a problem. I didn’t wanna have to face that something could’ve really been wrong with my hand, or that the fight may not happen at all because I lost my damn temper during a spar. This fight is all I got right now, ya’ know? It could be make or break for me. I thought maybe pretendin’ it wasn’t hurt, would make it go away, I guess.”

How could I not forgive him? In that intimate moment between the two of us, only the pattering of raindrops on the concrete to hear, he’d revealed himself to me. A part of himself that I had the strong inclination most people didn’t get the pleasure of knowing. I was ready to dive completely in, head first, to whatever was slowly igniting between the two of us.

My small hand embraced his now stubble lined face. “Thank you. For welcoming me into your world, and for the apology.”

He slept over that night, my last conscious memory for the evening being tucked neatly into the deep pit of his arm and dozing off into sleepy oblivion to the light strokes of his hands to my hair. Heat waves rising from his naked chest, to my own creating a pocket of comfort amid the cracks of thunder.

 I awoke at daylight with an intense stretch to be a messy, pink penned note folded in the now empty spot where he had slept, his indention left heavy next to me.

Liv,

Didn’t wanna wake you. Headed to Mac’s to have doc take a look at the hand. Good luck today. Give that shit head Mendez hell for me.

Colt

TAGS: @eap1935 @torialeysha

[abreuofcoffee]

We Bloom Until We Ache

— Word Count: 2k

— Genre: Hanahaki AU, Angst, Fluff and Light Comedy if you squint very hard enough

Ch. 1 | 2 

It was a dark gloomy night, streetlights illuminating the avenue and cars wandering around the city. She stood in front of her apartment building, mindlessly wondering where it all had gone wrong. She thought there was something between them for the past years with him. She did love him very much. But him ? It was all a lie. Recalling what happened just moments ago entered her mind. It was in the midst of their bickering when she asked, “So all of that was, what, just an illusion?”, she asked and looked into his eyes, hoping for something -- anything. “I don’t have anything left to say. You should go” was the only thing he said, voice dull and emotionless. Gathering up all her courage and preventing herself from cracking her voice she said, “I let you get this far with your lies, but I know you well enough, and I think it’s about time we put an end to it.”  and she did, she went to their room, packed her bags and left. It was thirty minutes ago when she had broken things up and moved out. Now, she waits for a taxi to pick her up and distract her from her wandering thoughts.

Inside the taxi where she hoped to be distracted from her recent break up, his words still ring and sting through her heart. “Celestine, I don’t want to be with you anymore. I think it’s about time to tell you, i’ve been seeing someone new.”. And that was it, her breaking point. Celestine broke down in a backseat of an old cab, heartbroken and homeless.

Half a month later, she found and moved in her apartment. Filled with hope for a new beginning, she wished to focus on herself and try to forget the things that happened. “Let’s forget the past and move on to the present”. A line that causally became her motto as time went by. The past weeks and days were nothing but hell to her. It was hard getting over someone you’ve loved and known for years. While fixing her things in her new apartment, she saw a photo album. Inside were numerous photos of him -- of them. And suddenly, she laughs. Anyone who can see her state right now would say she’s out of her mind. Her laughs turned to soft whimpers and some tears even escaped her eyes. Soon enough, those whimpers and tears turned to a total breakdown in the middle of her flat. She felt so stupid to believe that they would  be able get married someday but the certain turn of events proved her otherwise. Loud sobbing and screams surround her flat as she continues to bawl her eyes out and break down.

There came a knock on her door, not knowing who interrupted her breakdown session, she went to peep who the person was but she became too lazy to tiptoe and peep. “Who would even knock on my door at 3 am?” she murmur. “Who would even does a heavy mental breakdown in the middle of the night? At three 3 am?”  said in a tone of both disbelief and worry by the unknown weird person on the other side of the door. With furrowed brows and a confused face plastered on her face, she opened her door and can’t help but ogle at tall good-looking man standing in front of her door, wearing what it seems of a black hoodie and pajamas. Sleep, worry and something else she can’t quite decipher written all over his face. “Are you seriously staring at my face right now? We have other issues, woman!” disbelief laced in his tone as he barged into the said apartment. “I.. uhh.. umm… well… WHAT THE? WHO ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU BARGING INTO MY FLAT?” she exclaimed, angrily following the man into her flat. She gasped when she sees him holding a plastic bag holding two large buckets of ice cream. “My name’s Keith and I live next door to you by the way and the reason i’m inside your apartment because apparently I heard someone crying over….. perhaps her ex ? I don’t know for sure but that definitely came into my concern so here we are! I don’t want to see nor hear anyone having a hard time, people should have someone or anyone in that matter to comfort them.”-- having to be raised by a rather tight family, Keith’s used to being a child loved by everyone and he vowed to himself that he will help anyone who is need when he once saw his little sister crying and didn’t know what to do, he felt so helpless that day and that vow to himself was made. “Seeing that you have no one, I gladly accept that position!” he says cheerfully for a person at 3 in the godforsaken morning while removing the ice cream from the plastic bag. “I don’t need anyone to comfort me. I am comfortable by myself and ok as far as i'm concerned, thank you very much.. Keith.” Celestine isn’t really a person who would let someone just barge into her home and tell them her deepest emotions. She thinks it utterly impossible to have someone do that anyway but well, that proved her otherwise tonight. “Oh trust me, you do, darling. And it’s okay, we can go slow and take our time, we have all night anyway. Or perhaps, the whole day?” he chuckled, and Celestine never knew someone’s chuckle could be that cute. Anyways, going back to this weird attractive guy, Celestine is actually thinking through this. What more could she lose, right? And the boy actually seems very trustworthy anyway. Speaking of the devil, he interrupted her thoughts just in time. “What flavor do you want? Mint Chocolate or Cookie Batter?” “The cookie one” she grabbed the cold ice cream with both hands and wrapped a towel around it, to prevent her hands from getting cold. Whilst scooping from her ice cream, she started to open up to this strange neighbor, “Well I used to have this boyfriend for how many years and…”. The night was spent like that, Celestine opened up and Keith dropped few remarks here and there on how awful the break up was and soon after, their conversation moved to other things like how they have mutual interest on contemporary art, Durant, their insights in the latest episode of How To Get Away With Murder and how Keith almost had a criminal offense of vandalising in their college campus’ pristine white walls near the dean’s office and rather in front of the whole football field, showing it on display for the whole campus to see. That night became from one depressing evening of Celestine to somewhere between having a new friend and achieving happiness after a whole month of crying over someone who hurt her.

Few weeks past, bearing with the break up became much more easier with Keith around. He helped her get over him with their Friday movie nights --usually alternating on whose place they will hang out and their ice cream shenanigans in an ice cream shop just a block away from their apartment building. She’s slowly recovering, becoming more of herself and is finally trying to focus and love herself.

During one of their Friday movie nights in her place, Keith noticed something. While she was boringly scrolling through the featured section of Netflix, the television’s light illuminating her face, her hair softly falling from the its previous place behind her ear and her soft grunts and constant complaints of, “I don’t know what to choose! All these movies are  all either about love-sick couples or a dumb person trying to escape a haunted house” with a stupefied expression, Keith stayed motionless in his position. He’s suddenly attracted to this beautiful girl sitting next to her. His thoughts surround the fact that it can be possible and it’s not morally right since she just had a quite awful breakup just months ago.“But it can’t be. I’m probably just joking myself. I don’t like her, I just care for her. It’s what i’m here for and what she needs right now, right?” -- he always believed that people sometimes get attracted to chaotic, untimely things and he thinks this is just one of those.

Celestine’s life is actually pretty normal. Being an aspiring writer that hardly gets any acknowledgements on her stories, novels and poems, she had to work in another field for a secured source of income to support herself. That work being said is just being an average corporate staff working eight hours a day. She works as a journalist in one of the most famous magazine and entertainment company that mainly focuses on celebrity news and drama -- the so called “tea” as the millennials and Gen Z people would say. After a tiring day of work, well tiring is actually an understatement. A co-journalist got fired, one A-list celebrity became the most talked about because of their magazine’s latest scoop of the celebrity’s scandal and a famous fashion designer was murdered in front of his house that day, resulting her and the team hurriedly going to the scene for the latest scoop of the happening and to inform the eager netizens about it. All that could be said was she has had enough of that day and just wanna relax in a warm bubble bath with her favorite bath bomb, smelling the relaxing aroma of lavender oil and listening to her favorite R&B playlist. Needless to say, she was met unexpectedly by Keith’s car in front of her company’s building. The car was nice -- more than nice actually, it was a sleek gray SUV with rich and class written all over it. “Do you mind if we catch dinner together and go home?” Keith asked her through the window of the passenger’s seat. “Yeah, why not? I would die for some god-tier food right now” while approaching the vehicle, she noticed pink and red  flower petals, daffodil to be exact, scattered along the floor of the car but she just paid no mind to it. On the ride going to the restaurant Keith picked, he kept on talking about this one music artist he just found out recently and how one of that artist’s cover art is of Icarus and he then went on and on talking about greek gods and goddesses and how problematic they are. In that sudden moment due to Keith’s non stop blabbering about greek mythology, Celestine was vastly inspired to write a story that she think would really be acknowledged by the public. Her story would then be about the reincarnations of greek gods and goddesses in the present time, here in 21st century. She hurriedly got her phone out of her pocket and started typing out ideas and the plot of her upcoming story. Little does she know those daffodil petals hold a huge meaning.

It was two weeks after that Friday night where Keith denied himself of falling in love with his neighbor that he started to weirdly cough up flowers. Weird. He thought, “Ah! Maybe I accidentally swallowed some at the flower shop earlier.”. But then, it didn’t stop there. It occurred frequently, especially when Celestine enters his mind or whenever he tries to see her (but he fails anyway, because of his current situation of coughing flowers). And so, he went to a doctor to find out what is happening to him. He found out that he is having a condition called Hanahaki Disease and it is quite deadly. The root cause of this disease is unrequited love, the person who has Hanahaki definitely is experiencing unrequited love. Flowers bloom in the patient’s lungs and the harder the patient falls in an unrequited love with someone, the more it congests in the lungs and making the patient cough it up. If it gets worse, the congestion of the flowers blooming will cause the death of the patient. This disease entails unrequited love and will be the inevitable cause of the person’s death. Knowing his condition, he continues to be by Celestine’s side -- as a friend who needs him and as someone who loves her secretly.

[softchenlele]

dreams and roses; a woozi scenario

style: bulletpoint

genre: slightly supernatural fluff

warnings: none

word count: 1,7k

main author: kitty

a/n: this was absolutely unplanned but it sparked in my head today so im writing it before i forget!!!

it’s summer and seventeen, being young boys yearning for adventure, decided to have a camping slash road trip in europe

so there they are, going around europe from poland to spain

setting out camp and having fun around the bonfire

one day as they travel between germany and france they decide to stop in a small town to stock up on food and necessities and basically spend the day here

as vernon and seungkwan were coming back from the market they hear children talking about a witch in the woods?

the exact same woods they’re camping next to

the kids were talking about visiting her sometime

vernon was kinda intrigued by the children’s babbling and seungkwan thought witch seeking could be a good team building adventure

so guess what they talk about over lunch?

yep

get in losers, we’re going to find a witch!!

they ask the kids how to find “miss witch”

“she said you gotta follow the nature’s flow!!”

uhhh ok thats very vague

but then jeonghan points out that there’s a small river flowing from the forest down to the valley and the children just smile knowingly

following the river upstream it is.

as they hike up the woods, chattering playfully and playing with each other, jihoon can’t help but wonder what they will find, if they even find something

fifteen minutes later, to his surprise, they actually do find something

they end up in a clearing in the middle of the woods

the river comes from over a five meter cliff, pooling into a little lake below

and next to the lake is a cottage, not built for more than two people but so well maintained that it almost looks like someone lives here

seungcheol and soonyoung circle the house, checking if there’s anyone, while the others play a bit in the lake

jihoon just walks around, taking in the scenery. that place just radiates peace and serenity, a kind of otherworldly calm

and is it just him or are the flowers peeking at him somehow...?

no no no jihoon wtf it’s time to cut down on coffee and sleep whole nights you’re imagining things about flowers now

but it’s really intriguing to him

since they found no one, the boys go back to their camp, having seen no witch but having spent a nice afternoon

jihoon can’t really sleep so he sneaks out of his tent and goes back to the river, following the stream quietly to the clearing, watching the moon

but then

he sees someone on a rock next to the lake??

the long hair lets him think it’s a woman, she’s just dipping her feet in the water

he freezes in place

he really didn’t think there would be someone??

“hey, didn’t i tell you kids not to come at night? your parents will worry”

did she speak to him? he didn’t show himself though

after a few beats of silence, she turns her head and stares straight at him and jihoon gulps

“you’re... not a child”

thx captain obvious now are u gonna turn me into a frog??

he’s positively freaking out by now but still silent

she stands up, and he swears he sees a gust of wind drying her feet, what the heck

she puts her sandals back on and hops off the rock, walking towards him

she asks for his name, but the only thing he can stutter back is are you a witch?

and then she laughs, a crystalline sound echoing off the water

“no, god no, do i look like one? if i were one you’d be cursed already!!”

but then jihoon thinks that maybe he has, seeing how he’s rooted in place and can’t seem to take his eyes off her

“i’m y/n, and i’m a fairy, not a witch!”

at that he just chokes on air. she doesn’t even look like she’s lying

he tells her his name and she looks at him curiously before asking why he’s here

“that’s a bit,,, difficult to explain? i came here with my friends this afternoon and there was no one??”

“i know that. but why did you come back?”

how did she know???

he explains how he wanted to see this place again

how he’s a singer, writing songs for his group, and how the clearing struck something in him

she nods and whistles a few notes to something behind him

“what are you doing??”

“i’m thanking the birds for warning me of your presence!”

at this point jihoon is entirely lost. are all europeans like that?? what the heck is up with this one???

“you what???”

“i thanked the sparrows. they told me twice today that i had guests, unfortunately i was with the foxes the first time”

is she crazy

“wait hold up. have you lost your mind?? what is this all about???”

she definitely is

she lives alone in the forest, talking to birds and spending days with foxes?? what kind of person does that??!

she doesn’t answer and grabs his hand, leading him in the forest. she stops in front of a burrow, where a family of foxes can be seen.

his jaw almost drops right to the floor

the mother looks sick and the babies are small and sickly thin

she’s been taking care of them

he starts to review his judgement of her

maybe she’s a biologist a bit too caught up into her fantasy

but when she touches the mother fox’s nose and her fingertip glows, he’s back at square one: total incomprehension

“she’s doing good. she’s almost healed!! and she says that the human, you, is allowed to touch her babies!”

he doesn’t even try to think and extends a trembling hand to one of the baby foxes and pets it

y/n and the mother fox are watching him intently and after some time, he withdraws his hand

y/n then bids goodbye to the foxes and brings him back to the clearing

he’s about sure by now that she’s the real deal

a real, live fairy

she asks if he wants to stay some more. he looks a bit shaken internally so she suggests her number one calming activity: stargazing

which he accepts immediately because to be honest he could use some chill

they climb up a tree and she starts pointing stars to him, but he’s not paying attention

“are you always this welcoming to strangers?”

“are you always this accepting to the idea of superatural”, she quips back, more to make him react than anything.

he thinks about it for a second

“to be honest, i’m pretty sure i’m dreaming right now. this is the oddest night of my life but it doesn’t feel wrong or false, so there’s only that option left”

“maybe it’s not.” and on that she climbs down the tree, surprising jihoon, but he’s still quick to follow her

he really doesn’t want to lose sight of the biggest mystery of that night

she goes inside the cottage and he stays on the doorstep, marveling at all the books, potted plants and little pouches of various seeds and flowers

they look like the lavender pouch his mom brought back from a trip once, which she put among his clothes to give them a nice flowery scent

y/n comes back with a piece of raw blue stone he recognizes as something like kyanite, held by a fine silver chain tied around it

“maybe if you come back with a souvenir, you’ll understand it’s not a dream. this is a lucky charm, it will help you focus when you need it and turn the odds in your favor. for a creative person, this is great, isn’t it?”

she smiles at him and he lets her drop the jewel into his hands, gingerly letting out a small “thanks” in return

he didn’t know what to think

she looks at an old clock and remarks how late it has gotten

he didn’t feel time pass either but he knows he should get back to the guys, so he tells her he needs to leave

she nods and goes right past him to the white rose plant along the wall, plucks a flower bud, and whispers some words jihoon can’t quite catch to it

it slowly blooms between her fingers, her fingertips starting to glow white again, and he’s simply mesmerized

she turns back to him and tucks it in one of the button holes of his shirt, smiling softly

“this is just a gift from me to you. hopefully, you’ll figure out how it works soon”

he says goodbye and his mind is empty during the way down

he really doesn’t know what happened

the next day, he acts like nothing happened, hides the forever blooming rose and pretends he bought the kyanite necklace earlier

jihoon was just laying on his bed, fidgeting with a blue stone necklace when the murmuring started again

he had a rough day at the studio, his lyrics just wouldn’t come out

and every time it happened the flower y/n gave him would murmur like it was trying to speak

he grabbed his notebook and thought back to that evening

his pen flew over the pages like it was natural

and before he knew it his song was here in his hands

it ended up being their title track

a story about unforgettable nights and a dream-like, eerie girl

he’s really proud of it

but the flower kept on whispering from time to time, he didn’t know why

one day where the flower was particularly chatty (?), he put it to his ear

what heard caught him completely off guard 

it was the voice of the person he met that night

y/n’s

it was mixed with children’s voices, he figured the kids did go visit her in the end

he waited for the children to leave and then called her name once tentatively

a few seconds later, the same crystalline laugh answered him

“it took you long enough! but i’m glad you didn’t throw the rose away!”

he couldn’t believe it

she had given him a fairy phone???

a chuckle escaped his lips at her response

“i did!! of course, i do have a cell phone, but where would have the fun been in me just giving you my number?”

[giirlgone-blog]

( cierra ramirez ; she / her ; cis-female ) livin’ in the sprawl can be interesting for sylvia moreno . the twenty-one year old is a music student living in a campus dorm when i met them , they seemed kind of creative , but also kind of adventurous . who knows what they’ll be like ?

aesthetics : pleated tennis skirts worn with leather jackets . bubblegum . coca-cola flavored lipgloss ( specifically , cherry ) . fast 3 a.m. drives with the windows down . ripped fishnets . defending pop punk . neon lights . adrenaline rushes .

what’s up , i’m bibi , i’m 21 & i never fuckin’ learned how to write good intros !

alrightalrightalright , this is my gal sylvia and she’s .... well , she tries her best

so she’s born / raised in black sheep . how depressing , right ? i know . her parents , sofía and antonio , met when they were twenty back in the ‘90s . both black sheep natives & hated it , but neither had the means to leave . so they didn’t . instead , they got married three years later in ‘93 , and a year later had their first child : a son named santiago .

when santiago was three , a new addition to the growing family was added : sylvia . born in ‘97 on january 20th ( aka the capricorn-aquarius ‘ cusp of mystery and imagination ’ ) , she was far from the perfect baby , but that didn’t stop her parents from caring any less . they were ecstatic to have a little girl .

needless to say , the baby photos are ridiculous and sylvia never wants anyone to ever see them ‘cause the fashion choices were very fuckin’ questionable !

by the time santiago was six & sylvia was three , their mother gave birth to the final moreno sibling : another boy , francisco .

this makes sylvia the dreaded middle child , but honestly the middle child trope doesn’t apply to her ?? both parents were as loving as could be for raising three children in a cramped suburban home in this shitty fuckin’ town . the family solace ended up being church , for sure . as both sofía and antonio have always been p devout roman catholics , they brought up their children in the same faith . all children have been baptized , have had communion & were confirmed .

it was a strict upbringing , no matter how warm the atmosphere was , plain & simple . this is partially why sylvia is so reckless and overly-adventurous ; she wants to experience everything she can , no matter if she gets hurt in the process . always the kid with scrapped elbows , maybe a bloody nose , and dirty bruised knees --- prompting her mother to continuously have first-aid in the house & when they went on the go ( which , wasn’t too often , but regardless . )

sofía and antonio still work at the church they frequented ( and still do frequent , work or personal reasons . it’s also the church they met in & eventually got married in ! talk ab history , huh ? ) ; francisco’s only finishing high school this year , he’s so unsure of what he wants to do . santiago , on the other hand , got out of this hell & went to fresno state / craig school of business to complete his bachelor's degree from an aacsb . he also served two extra years of professional work in that time , and is currently doing full-time mba at ucla on a scholarship .

yeah , it’s a lot to live up to when it comes to business boy santiago . ofc the moreno parents are extremely proud of their eldest & they’re lenient of their youngest ‘cause hey , not everyone knows what they want to do at such a young age .

but then there’s sylvia , middle child & only girl . and she’s always loved music , and she’s always banging on pots & pans & whatever other usable surface / object she could find around the house to drive everyone else crazy , because she didn’t realize how awful it sounded at the beginning . she remembers her first set of drums when she was ten --- wasn’t even hers , honestly . was one of her cousins , a christmas gift gone to waste because he didn’t even use it . so eventually , they decided it would be better to just let sylvia take it .

they soon enough invested into drum lessons for her around her eleventh birthday , ‘cause it’s been like a year since & they knew she wouldn’t stop drumming away whenever she could , and her love bloomed more -- much to her parents’ dismay .

although supportive of their children , sofía and antonio wish sylvia took her life & education more seriously --- “ why couldn’t you become a nurse or something... less fickle ? ” // “ you won’t get anywhere with music , mija , please think ab your future . ” // “ we just want what’s best for you . ”

which is bigger bullshit than this awful town ! 

sylvia never told them what exatly she was going to college for , all they knew is that she was going . long story short : they were v upset she “ selectively told the truth ” ( because she didn’t tell them anything , so it couldn’t’ve been lying ! )

anyway , yeah . she still plays drums and she’s gotten hella good at it . also in between , managed to take some singing lessons ( singing at church wasn’t ever enough for her , honestly . ) ; she’s rooming with jade vandermeer , & they’re bff honestly alongside sage wells & nessa belfrey !! we stan iconic girl gangs . her & jade have a lot of jam sessions .

sometimes , said jam session is at 2 a.m. etc which annoys the fuck out of the others in the building , oops !

sylvia will make multiple playlists for friends , a real spotify queen

instagram hoe af , catch her modeling & posting videos all the time

despite her passionate focus on music , when sylvia was in high school she was actually captain of the girls’ volleyball team

to this day she still considers herself to be roman catholic , however it isn’t as intense as it was growing up now that she isn’t directly under her parents’ influence anymore

here is her pinterest board !! 

a true ride or die . she would lit put herself on the line for someone important to her , no questions asked sort of thing

probably programmed her siri to call her ‘ bubblegum bitch ’ once or twice , but then undid it because it went off in public & that’s just embarrassing

defends pop punk a lot more than one might think though !!! but like , wow does she stan lana del rey lmao what a fuckin’ aesthetic icon !

uhhhhh idk what else to write ...... mayb some wc ideas :

some exes / good , bad , mutually ended , etc . ( open to m/f/nb . )

friends with benefits ? no strings attached sort of thing ! ( also open to m/f/nb . )

music friends !!!!! friends in general anyway lmfao who am i kidding

maybe sylvia babysits someone’s kid or pet for some extra cash ??? she still a college student , the grind is real .

party friends