#but i AM waiting with baited breath for season two because oh my fucking GOD!!!!!!

[douwatahima]

just finished watching trigun stampede and holy fucking shit

[saintstrawberry]

When the Night is Over/Just What I Needed

Second Chapter is up!

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27733207/chapters/68086045#workskin

Ships:

bokuaka, kuroken, kagehina, daisuga, daiaka, iwaoi

Description:

A surprise visit, mariokart, and Oikawa. Malibu also makes an appearance (Or multiple).

Notes: Akaashi has a bad memory. Relatable content.

Songs I recommend for this chap are Dionysus by the Buttertones, Best Interest by Tyler the Creator (for Kuroo), and Shampoo Bottles by Peach Pit for the ending. I promise Bokuto will show up in the next chap! >.<

I also make a reference to Natsume Ono because she smacks! Read her manga Not Simple; it is fantastic!

Thank you for reading!

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Shampoo Bottles

It’s Saturday, something Akaashi doesn’t realize until he is flying halfway out his front door and huffing a breath at his phone screen’s mocking display: 6:30 AM, Saturday, June 14th. Exactly a week before Hinata’s birthday.

He blinks and remembers the night before, when he was nursing a red wine and a deadline for his “Ono Natsume: Shouting for the Voiceless” article. He remembers, vaguely, submitting the piece at 11:50 and dropping his head right there on his cheap Ikea desk, exhausted.

Presently, he’s nodding awkwardly at his neighbor (leaving the complex to work out, no less) and trying to make it look, somehow, like he meant to open his front door only to close it seconds later.

Toeing off his work shoes and entirely caught off guard by the idea of a day off, Akaashi retreats to his bed. He passes out almost as soon as his foggy head hits the pillow, dreaming of nothing. The next time he opens his eyes, his breath and body still completely.

“Mornin’, sleeping beauty! It’s ten, I’m surprised you slept so long!”

“Kuroo-san, why are you in my apartment?”

The offender offers no answer but grins brilliantly, gold irises level with Akaashi’s blue-green.

“And just how long have you been here anyway?” Kuroo ignores him again, instead choosing to stand from his squatting position. His hands at his hips, Kuroo wears a white oversized Bouncing Ball hoodie and black skinny jeans. Much to Akaashi’s discomfort, he still has his shoes on- red and white high top sneakers with the laces tucked in. As always, the guy’s flawlessly disheveled, silver jewelry glinting from his ears and neck.

Akaashi groans and plants his face in his pillow. It’s too early for the young, beautiful, and rich.

Kuroo, unsurprisingly, doesn’t yield Akaashi’s thoughts and scoffs once. He moves to draw open the curtains in his room. Keiji can’t help but grimace as he feels his skin bathed in hot summer light.

“Man. You should really dust your windowsills. Do you even ever open these things?! You’re not some bat, ‘Kaashi. You need fresh air.”

“I think bats need air too,” Akaashi mumbles into the pillow.

Kuroo waves a dismissive hand and turns to survey him, arms folded across a broad chest. Keiji reluctantly turns his head to address his stare, squinting without the aid of his glasses or contacts. Kuroo’s bedhead is seemingly even worse today- probably from whatever plane he just hopped out of. The latter smirks devilishly.

“Well. Are you gonna welcome me back or what?”

“So you didn’t expect to land in Tokyo until Thursday?” Akaashi asks this of Kuroo about 45 minutes after his intrusion into the writer’s apartment. The pair are getting brunch in some needlessly swanky rooftop restaurant, one where Kuroo insisted he wouldn’t get recognized. Akaashi raised his eyebrows at that- his friend had stuffed his signature messy locks into one of Akaashi’s ratty baseball caps and donned aviators the moment they got outside.

No matter to him, anyway. Akaashi got fancy champagne out of the deal.

“Sure didn’t. Management canceled the show in Singapore last minute. Something about the venue. Fuck if I know,” Kuroo explains almost incoherently through colossal bites of egg.

“What matters is nobody got hurt. We refunded tickets and rescheduled the gig. S’all good. I’m just happy to be back home with my buddy!” Kuroo reaches over to slap Akaashi on the back with a friendly grin.

He’s sputtering over his mimosa when Kuroo continues, “Can’t wait to surprise Kenma tonight, either. Can you imagine his face?"

“Yeah, actually, I can,” Akaashi slouches his shoulders forward in his chair with an uninterested expression and quirks up an eyebrow ever so slightly, impersonating his best friend.

“Hey, that was pretty good! Though I guess it’s not that hard for you. You’re both pretty stoic. Like Easter Island Heads.”

Akaashi swats at him half-heartedly. Kuroo laughs.

“Anyway, you’re lucky I didn’t call him immediately this morning- or the police for that matter,” Akaashi says matter of factly. Kuroo clutches at his heart dramatically.

“Akaashi-kun. You wound me. I am the furthest from a criminal.”

Akaashi huffs a laugh.

“Tell the Osaka police force that.”

“Hey! What, a guy can’t take a piss anymore?”

“Not, apparently, from the top of the Umeda Sky Building-”

“To be fair, I didn’t know the police officer was right there,” Kuroo interjects.

“-After downing half a bottle of Malibu with Oikawa. And you were 17. You were lucky you didn’t get charged with public indecency.”

Kuroo pouts but offers no petition.

“Guilty as charged, I suppose. Hey, speaking of police officers-”

Akaashi clears his throat and interrupts, “Speaking of drinking, how was Singapore?”

Kuroo takes the hint and stretches back in his chair, raising his third bloody mary to his lips.

“Didn’t get much time there, only about four days before I got the call about the cancellation. Flew straight here after the news.”

Straight to Kenma, Akaashi supplies mentally, grinning fondly at his friends’ relationship.

“Anyway, it was pretty mild, all things considered. Bokuto seemed to like the clubbing scene more than I did. Matter of fact, he’s staying there ‘til the next concert.”

“Bokuto?” Akaashi says, cutting into his eggs and watching the yolk spill onto his fork.

Kuroo, now onto his nearly 2,500 yen crepe, takes a break from his meal to look up at him with a puzzled stare.

“My tourmate? Bokuto Koutarou? X. Ace?”

Akaashi meets his eyes blankly.

“I guess it makes sense his stage name doesn’t ring a bell, but I’m surprised you don’t know about the guy’s v-ball career.”

The blue-eyed 24 year old drops his gaze to the napkin in his lap.

“Sorry, sorry. Touchy topic.”

Pain-in-the-ass-Kuroo-san.

“Anyway, you should really check out some of his matches with the Panthers.”

“He was signed with the Panthers?” Akaashi sputters, clapping his mouth shut immediately after.

Kuroo cackles.

“Don’t give yourself a heart attack, Akaashi. It’s okay to be impressed- it’s impressive. He’s crazy. You’ll be meeting him soon.”

Akaashi only hums in response.

"You're coming to the show, right?"

Akaashi hums again.

"Big talker today, huh, Keiji?"

"Bah."

“Right. So.. you baited yourself a hook yet?”

“Beg your pardon?”

“You know. After Daichi,” Kuroo tries again.

No, he really hasn’t.

Akaashi downs the rest of his drink. He peers into his empty glass in response.

“Haven’t thought about it really. He said it himself- I don’t have the time.��

“Oh, Keiji. Nevermind him.”

“Don’t sigh like that. Did you fly all the way from China to pity me?”

The rapper shakes his head, “No, I didn’t. I just want you to-”

“Be as happy as you are with Kenma,” Keiji finishes.

Kuroo gives a gentle smile, “Can you blame me?”

“God. You two are worse than the shoujo manga I have to review.”

“But twice as fun.”

“Shut up and eat your crepe.”

Kuroo happily complies, “Don’t have to tell me twice.”

“I’m glad you’re home, Kuroo-san,” Akaashi remarks. And he is. Even with his busy lifestyle as a chart-topping artist, Kuroo somehow manages to draw Kenma and Akaashi out of the house.

Kuroo and Kenma are both relatively new to their fame- about three years out from Kuroo’s first breakthrough hit and four since Kenma first started his Bouncing Ball Youtube channel- but their fans are… dedicated. Akaashi often marvels at how even Kenma takes it in stride. He's entertaining to watch and a seasoned video game expert. And Kuroo... Akaashi looks to the man and the ketchup stain on his lip.

"What?"

Well, they both deserve their good fortune.

"Nothing, nothing."

He has interviewed them each multiple times for the journal. The good thing about his friends’ famous status is that Akaashi gets to profit from it as well. He tells Kuroo as much and the latter almost chokes on his stupidly expensive breakfast laughing. Even Akaashi cracks a small grin.

“I told that was him!” The writer hears two girlish voices behind him, talking in excited whispers.

“E-Excuse me, K-Kuroo-san?”

The rapper breaks out in a large grin and stands, bowing formally at the pair.

“Yes? Hello, ladies. Are you two fans of mine?”

“Yes!! Very much so! I loved your new song!” The girl, about 17 with dark lashes and fire red hair, praises politely.

“Would, would you mind taking a picture with us!?” The other chirps.

“Not at all! Akaashi, my pal, would you be a dear and snap some shots?” It takes everything for Akaashi not to roll his eyes.

“But of course.”

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This is how Akaashi comes to search up the 2018 Panthers roster on his phone’s Google. He gives up his sleuthing when he realizes he doesn’t remember the guy’s name or know what he looks like.

He forgets about the whole thing until later that night, at Kenma’s celebration party for 5 million followers. It’s small, of course, about ten of them drinking champagne and playing drinking games. Akaashi knows Hinata did all the planning anyway, despite the event being at Kenma’s. The trio is standing off to the side when Akaashi pulls out his phone briefly to check the time.

Kuroo should be here any minute, he thinks. Hinata peers too, instinctually curious.

“Hey! Whatcha looking up the Panthers for? That’s not the latest roster, you know! Ooh, you’re looking up X-Ace, right?! Seeeeee, I knew you’d like him!”

Akaashi looks down at the picture Hinata points to. The guy’s sturdy and smug with one thick eyebrow raised. His chest is broad and his eyes are perfectly golden. The first thing Akaashi notices, however, is his hair. Absolutely ridiculous, he thinks. Makes sense that this guy’s Hinata’s idol.

Kenma raises his eyebrows.

“What made you do that?” he asks.

“Oh, uh, just...curious.”

Kenma looks like he’s about to say more when Oikawa joins their group with a boisterous, “Pudding Head! Congratsssss!” He pinches the smaller’s cheeks, who just about hisses in response.

Akaashi, grateful for Oikawa’s interruption, takes another quick glance at… X-Ace, and pockets his phone.

Hinata grins wide when Tooru, seemingly already a bit tipsy, ruffles his hair.

“Thanks, Oikawa-san," Kenma begrudgingly replies.

“You know, Kuroo is-”

Akaashi, ever vigilant, cuts in immediately, “-is so happy for you, Ken.”

Oikawa seems to get the hint, his eyes widening in realization.

“He sure is! Want some more alcohol?” The chestnut-haired friend of Kuroo’s quickly shoves his bottle of strawberry rum in Kenma’s face.

“You know I hate your sticky Malibu. Why are you guys acting all weird?”

Hinata, completely oblivious to the unspoken diaogue between Akaashi and Oikawa, tugs Kenma’s shirt.

“Kenma, Kenma! We should stream!!”

“Hey, that’s not too bad an idea, Shoyo,” Akaashi adds, if just to distract him.

“Sure, we could play some Mario-Kart. My fans seem to like you guys. Just don’t do anything stupid, Tooru.”

“Who, me?! And when do I-” Oikawa starts dramatically. The rest of the men send him a collective stare which answers his question before he can even finish it. He crosses his arms with a huff.

“Whatever. I call Princess Peach.”

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After Kenma finishes setting up the Livestream and the small group has gained over a couple thousand viewers, Akaashi is in dead last as Blooper. Well, almost dead last, expect for...

“How am I losing? No fair, Kozume!” Oikawa whines.

“Me? What did I do?” Kenma-san replies, uninterested. Unsurprisingly, the Youtuber is in first place with his signature Toad.

“I don’t know, your fancy settings or something. Iwa-chan! Back me up, here!”

“It’s ‘cause you suck, Trashy-kawa,” Iwaizumi-san, whom the quartet bribed into playing with agedashi dofu, doesn’t hesitate to retaliate. His player, Bowser, is in second, with Hinata close behind as Yoshi.

“Take that, Hajime-san! Oh, shoot, sorry, Akaashi-san!” Hinata shouts, rising from his seat as he hurls a red shell, accidentally hitting Keiji.

“Hinata, language!” Kuroo’s smooth voice floods the apartment in mock disapproval. Kenma whips his head so fast he drops his controller. The blonde doesn’t say anything but slowly rises to his feet, then breaks into a short run at the sight of his boyfriend. The former picks up Kenma effortlessly and twirls him in a tight embrace. Akaashi looks on fondly.

“Kuroo-san!” Hinata exclaims, jumping up excitedly.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, Tetsuro’s home. I’m about to kick all of your asses!” Oikawa waves away his entrance, sticking out his tongue. Iwaizumi slaps him on the back of the head.

The stream chat has exploded at the sound of Kuroo.

bb-corp: is that Kuroo???

applephi: NO WAY djwhdnbwibdfwq

yoyotetsuro: couple goals

kurokenxx: will anyone ever love me like Kuroo loves Kenma?

keeeeenmaaa_: I think this is the first time BouncingBall’s lost at Mariokart

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A little tired and a lot tipsy, Akaashi insists on taking a cab home. It doesn't feel right to invade Kenma's when the Kuroo's home. Keiji could tell the pair... needed their space for the night. He splits the ride with Hinata, who talks his ear off the whole way about Kuroo's arrival and how badly he wishes he had the money to go to a concert. Akaashi smirks at that, just a little. Shoyo exits the vehicle with an enthusiastic, "Bye, 'Kaashi-san!! I'll see you soon! Maybe I'll come to the store, or, or, you can come to see me and Tobio-chan! He didn't come out tonight because he has a game tomorrow, but-" The rest of his goodbye is drowned out by him closing the door.

"I apologize for the noise," Keiji addresses the driver. She makes a noise of recognition and drops him off 15 minutes later. He thinks about his conversation with Kuroo about "baiting his hook" as he enters his living room, dropping his keys unceremoniously on the floor next to his door. What does that even mean? Akaashi doesn't exactly meet a lot of people with his work and his friends are all, well, with each other. He's happy for them and all, but sometimes being around so many couples gets a bit nauseating. Akaashi is struck with a small wave of loneliness when he waters his small bamboo plant, made worse by the two shots of Malibu Oikawa shoved down his throat. This is all I have to come home to, a fucking bamboo plant. Akaashi stares at its braided stalks with a vengeance. Not a second later, he pets the leaves in apology. I shouldn't take this out on the plant.

He's always been relatively independent, but having someone felt kind of... nice, for a change. It's been almost a year since Daichi left, and probably 6 months since he and Suga got together. It's one of those things that Akaashi didn't process for awhile, forcing him to fend for himself when the realization came to knock him on his ass months down the line. He's been confronting turned over picture frames and empty sheets ever since.

And so it goes.

He pads over to his bed with a sigh and for the second time today, falls asleep and dreams of nothing.

[selenecrawford]

Selene Crawford: The Contrarian, The Devil and The lover's night

Warning: Cursing, gun violence, mild sex (no explicit still there is sex)

Ieyasu stopped writing his medical report to take a lot at the man who swore never contact him again. Nobunaga Oda his adopted brother with whom he broke ties six years ago.

“As you can see I'm busy go away.” Ieyasu went back to his writing only to sense Nobunaga taking a seat.

“Do I need to call the police?” he kept writing without taking his eyes from the paper.

“I need you tomorrow at my office. We might need you services. Please.” said Nobunaga.

Ieyasu stopped writing and look up. “Did I heard correctly? Need. Please? Who are you?” Ieyasu was surprised to hear those two words coming out of Nobunaga's mouth.

“Things change, people change.” said Nobunaga with a shrug.

“Look, seasons change, the days change, but you? No, that's not true you will never change. So get out, you are giving me an ulcer.”

Nobunaga took his phone out and showed Ieyasu a picture of Selene.

“Wait, that's...Selene? How do you know her?” his tone was accusatory and cautious.

“She is my executive assistant. How do you know her? I thought you weren't a ladies man.” Nobunaga returned him the question.

“And I'm not, she does community service at the docks we had coffee from time to time in the past. A very stubborn, caring person.” said Ieyasu trying not to show concern. “Is she OK?” Ieyasu couldn't help it. Selene was a chatty girl and was always helping. It had been a while since he had any contact with her and was wondering what might had happened to her.

“She is in danger, there is someone who wants her dead and is trying all they can to kill her.” Nobunaga laid the bait. He knew very well that “Yasu” as he used to call him when kids was a contrarian person. He might behaving like doesn't give a fuck but he was worried about her. His eyes were betraying him.

“So, what am I supposed to do here? Nobunaga I'm a doctor, not a superhero.” Ieyasu couldn't stop rolling his eyes.

Nobunaga smirked and stood up.

“You know where I am located. Come and visit. She will be happy to see you.” with this he left. “Oh and I forgot, she is dating Masamune.”

Ieyasu's eyes grew really wide and started asking questions on rapid fire. “What the hell are you saying? You can't be serious, that womanizer? Hey come back here. For the love of Fucking God...” Nobunaga hold the laughter until he arrived at the car. Once inside he couldn't help it smirking. Ieyasu was still the same, spitting hate but always the worry wart. Meanwhile, Ieyasu had to stop writing after hearing the news.

“Goddammit Nobunaga!”, he did it again pushed the right buttons and now he can't stop worrying about Selene.

“Of all people why it has to be him. That man is a time bomb. I better get there tomorrow. That woman is always so clueless.” with that he started to prepare his medical bag and setting all his affairs in order. He will go there put sense on the situation then go back to his life. Closing his eyes Ieyasu that was not true, that will only be just the tip of a new iceberg.

Six years ago he walked out from the group when Nobunaga almost died on the last attempt from a mafia boss. He just couldn't keep patching him up until he died on his arms. That and Mitsurani that guy could be so dense at times that his most elaborate sarcasm wouldn't do a dent on him. At times he missed the group but then not so much the danger.  And now he is back because of her, Selene. She indirectly helped him get his life back on track. Selene tried to impose her or tell him what to do she just smiled and tolerated him. He didn't want to tell Nobunaga more than necessary since the bastard is always rubbing in when he thinks he is right. Which is all the time according to him. That never ending hope of hers.  Someone needs to put some common sense on that place. Well all he needs to do is tell her how bad Masamue is for her and then he leaves. At that thought Ieyasu stopped and sighed deeply.

“Who am I kidding. That woman might even be worse than him.” still Ieyasu was determined to go.

As soon as they arrive to her apartment Selene went to change and started making dinner. The lack of attempts to her life, the threads or any other action from the stalker gave her a much needed break. Still as per Nobunaga's instructions Masamune was supposed to be her bodyguard 24/7. Which it meant sleeping on the same place. At first became awkward but then Masamune began seducing her in bed. Always taking it slow, he was showing her different way to pleasure both. Remembering those first times she felt her cheeks getting warmer. Little by little he won her heart until she completely fell in love with him. Selene stopped chopping at that moment. He heart was beating hard at that thought. Love? Could it be that it is really love? Letting a shaky breath out Selene was deep in thought when Masamune arrived at the kitchen. This time he decided to be shirtless, only wearing a pair of black jeans fresh out of the shower. He stood behind Selene and hugged her from behind.

“Everything OK?” Masamune nuzzle her neck sending shivers through her body.

“Yes, just making dinner. I see you are already comfortable.” Selene had to giggle.

“Yup, I'm getting used to this routine.” once again he nuzzled her neck and gave Selene soft nibble on her shoulder.

Selene stifled a moan biting her lower lip. Masamune was not playing fair. “You know I'm chopping the vegetables can you help me? And maybe later we can do some cardio?”

Masamune had to laugh at her way to name sex a different name except the main word. She was a box full of surprises, when they started sleeping together, she was really shy but with time she opened up to him. He showed more than one way to please him without letting her loose her virginity. She was a fast learner, and while it took him all his self control he was letting her be the one to make the decisions. At times he will just look at her sleeping next to him. He will always love to see her so peacefully relaxed. When was the last time he looked forward to have a day, or to cuddle while watching a movie at home? Every moment was a treasure for him. His heart felt a pang at the thought of losing her. But how much they still have together? Will he dare to open more his heart to her? He didn't dare to make the most important question. What will happened if he looses her just like his father? Involuntary he tensed up. Giving a head shake he hided his face Selene's  hair. No, he can't think of that right now. Why worrying about the future when she is here in his arms. Loving...him? His heart pounded faster when the thought formed in his mind. Is she in love with him? Or is just lust? Giving a tighter hug Masamune sighed. No use to torture himself like this. Putting his mind in blank he concentrated on smiling her essence.

“Something on your mind?” Selene just finished her task and put her arms over his.

“Just thinking about a kitten I rescued a couple of months ago.”

“Really? And how is that kitten?” Selene turned around to face him.

“Well she is behaving so far, but sometimes she is a hard...ouch why was that for?” Selene just pinch softly his ribs and laughed  provoking him. Turning off the stove with one hand Masamune started kissing Selene's with alternate kisses and bites.

The shivers that went down her spine awaken her desire for the man in front of her. Why he has to look so calmed when she was a ball of nerves? Once the assault on her neck was done he took her mouth and explored it with enticing movements of his tongue. Selene responded each movement with same need he was showing her. At some point she couldn't suppressed a moan trying to respond to him. As always he would grab her by the buttocks and make put her legs around his waist.

“I think we need to continue this on the bedroom don't you think.” Selene was completely red, agitated for that session of deep kisses. He sited her on the counter.

“ I have something for you, could you wear it for me?” Masamune took a little black velvet box and opened it. Inside was a crescent moon pendant with a little cat sitting on it. The pendant was not big enough but it was the perfect size for her to wear.

Masamune just saw her reaction smiling softly. Selene opening her eyes widely she was delighted with it. Lifting her hair up she waited for him to put it around her neck, she touched it with such a reverence that made him emotional. Not wanting to let her see him like that Masamune rest his face over the top of her head and took a deep breath.

“Masamune are you OK? What's wrong?” Selene lower his face so she could see his eye.

“Nothing, just I like the way it looks on you.” His eye was shinning.

Selene didn't push for more, at times she knew when he was wearing the mask and when he wasn't and this was one of those times. Feeling daring she started kissing his neck and then slowly reaching his earlobe. Tracing his ear with her tongue she made him forget anything.

“Kitten I need you now.”

“Then take me all you want and need.” her voice was soft lower than usual. It had the desired effect she was looking for.

Masamune took her on his arms and took her to the room. Both took their clothes off admiring each other. Selene felt more confident than other times. She was now assuming the initiative, seducing him with kisses, licks and soft nibbles on his chest, neck and ears. Meanwhile, Masamune was restraining himself but his kitten was giving him such a sweet torture until it proven to be too much.

At some point he turned around and put her against the bed and started exploring her in the same way she did. Both couldn't help moaning, sighs and whimpers while they exchanged caresses, nibbles and kisses. Masamune then tower over Selene and decided it was time.

“Kitten you are still on time are you sure about this?” Masamune dared to stop to make one last time question.

Selene's response was to hold him close and whisper “I want to be yours please, Masamune.” her last words were a plea mixed with a moan.

Closing his eyes Masamune started his entrance making sure not to hurt her in the process. Selene felt a sharp pain but hold it until it passed.

When they were completely immersed together, Masamune started to lead the rhythm taking Selene with him. Both got lost on their own emotions and sounds. Increasing their tempo until they became one. Selene bit her lips to muffle a cry then fell exhausted next to Masamune. Tears started rolling down her eyes while she was smiling. Masamune worried cradled her in his arms taking her tears away with his lips.

“Did I hurt you Kitten? Why are you crying? Selene?” Masamume  started to panic, when Selene touched his cheek. Her face was red as a tomato and whisper.

“I never felt like this before, it was such a wonderful feeling and for some reason I couldn't help it, I..., no you didn't hurt me my dragon, you just made me so happy I cant control myself.” he kissed her with all the love he couldn't voiced. He felt the same way, he finally knew that she was the one he had been looking for. Holding her close to him Masamune keep kissing her until their desired was ignited again. Once again they loved each other and let their feelings known without words. They fell asleep in each others arms. The soft rays of the moon filtering thru the curtains were illuminating the room. Selene was deeply asleep but at some point Masamune opened his eyes and whispered in a fearful soft tone. “I love you Selene and I don't want to loose you.” carefully he hold her close to his heart and fell asleep once again.

Early in the morning, Selene received the visit of one her friends. Mai. One of the fewest persons Selene considered a friend and an important contact. Mai was a specialized seamstress and her work was always top of the line. After the greetings, she left Selene with two special orders Selene had requested a few weeks ago. Excited she went to the room to find Masamune recently getting out of the shower. Part of his hair feel on his right eye covering it. Selene brought the suits and told him.

“Good morning. I got something for you.”

“ Let me guess, you?” raising his eyebrow on a playful tone.

Once again the masks are worn but this time their bond is deeper, more connected. They know it but each one is afraid of the other. Afraid of rejection of not corresponding their love even when last night they became one. Still their eyes spoke in silence to each other. They simply decided to give themselves more time to prove it was worth it or to prove their fears were well founded. Selene put the suit on the bed, opening the cover she showed it to Masamune.

“Well what you think?” her smile was beaming, expecting his reaction. The suit was composed of 3 pieces, black trousers and the jacket with a royal blue vest, the buttons were on gold with a tie black with a simple golden dragon on a moon as a decoration. The shirt was white complimenting the attire.

Masamune was speechless he didn't expected such an exquisite gift from her. He took the hanger and touch the suit. It was softer than usual but it was not silk. Selene urged him to try it on very excited. With her help he was already dressed up. It was on that moment that the door bell rang and Selene went check who it was.

Opening the door soon she was attacked on her stomach with a bat knocking the wind out of her. Trying to get her Selene started to fight when She say him. Paralyzed for the sudden appearance she turned around in time  to see Masamune running toward her. Before he could shoot the man dressed completely in black with red converse shoot Masamune 4 times to the chest making him fall on the ground.

Selene tried to yell in vain, no sound came as she was trying to still recover her breath. Her vision became blurry with tears while struggling, at this point she couldn't believe what she saw. Taking a deep breath she broke the lock on her arms, sending one of her assailants to the floor. Darting to run toward Masamune, Selene felt the electric shock and felt unconscious to the floor. Her last thought before losing consciousness was to know if Masamune was alive or dead.

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[shanastoryteller]

shana’s thoughts on the dragon prince

now, i did like it overall, but there are a bunch of negative opinions i have about the show, so if you don’t want to read someone saying mean things about your new favorite show, that’s totally fair! but then this post isn’t for you

i’m putting this under a cut, and if the cut doesn’t work bc you’re on mobile ... scroll really fast? i can’t help you.

1. first and foremost, what the FUCK was that frame rate?? i’m sorry, i’ve seen smoother motion in early 2000s video games. that was literally painful to watch at times. i get they’re trying to save money, but please ... the two different animation styles are distracting enough, especially what the people are animated to be so flat. the animation, while beautiful in parts, is definitely not the strongest part of the show, but could be infinitely improved by a higher fps

2. so many “jokes” that just aren’t funny. they’re trying for everyone to be wry and it actually very rarely works. or even when the line is funny, it disrupts the flow of the story. “say hello to my little friend” as the trigger word for bait completely took me out of the story, but they didn’t even keep it as a trigger phrase, so it was pointless. rayla pausing to say goodbye to the ground before climbing the tree could have been very funny - but she paused!! people are in danger, this is time sensitive, why are you stopping to say something funny to no one? this thing in particular happened multiple times, where the line was funny, the delivery was funny, but the way everything stops so they can say the funny thing ruins it. i’m certain people can walk and talk at the same time, so let them.

3. holy shit there’s so much exposition. like straight up, that whole intro scene? worthless. everything gets covered again later on. it defs shouldn’t have been more than 30 seconds. there’s a lot of explainy moments where characters talk about things they should already know. there are also lots of clever moments where information is conveyed deftly and well, so more of that, less hitting the audience over the head with it. i found the first 2 episodes to be pretty boring because of this, and it wasn’t until 3 episodes in i was like, oh good, something interesting is happening. because of the long explanation in the beginning, the opening scene of reyla sparing the guard had less weight for me, because i was still trying to figure out what the fuck was going on, instead of accepting a fairly straightforward scene between rayla and the guard that would have been a fantastic starting point for the show

4. on a similar note, please some exposition about how magic works. what are its rules, its limits, how does it work?? we know about the six sources of magic, but that’s pretty much it. there’s laughably little information about how the rules of magic work in this world, and because nothing is ever explained, we have no idea how impressive something is, or what the stakes are, and its very frustrating

5. there was an awful lot of hype for how moon shadow elves were unstoppable only for them to be ... kind of invisible and really strong and fast? but like clearly very stoppable. 

6. lots of “plot twists” were incredibly obvious, but this is a kids show, so i’ll let that one slide. but it does mean that as an adult viewer i’m less surprised by a big reveal than i am just waiting for it to happen so something else can happen

7. ezran’s animal speaking came out of almost nowhere, and it definitely should have come up like, 4 episodes in, not in the last episode when convenient. wtf. also, like, if this is a thing the king can do too, which would make sense with his bird and all, why is it a secret? why didn’t ezran just find a better way to prove it to callum before this whole thing started, instead of oh i tried with the raccoons now i’m done? his brother clearly listens to him at least sometimes. 

8. rayla’s hand. oh my fucking god, her hand. she should have lost it you cowards. the line about her not understanding sacrifice in the beginning, having to take responsibility for bad decisions like the king said, the whole subplot with the giant wolf only having three legs and how he was just fine that way, literally like ten minutes before. and absolutely no mention about dragons being able to bite away the binding, or about royalty being able to break the binding. just oh good the dragon has bitten the binding off in the last two minutes of the show, all that set up and overarching themes we set up? pointless and worthless. 

now for thing i like

1. the characters are genuinely likable and multi dimensional (excluding viren who’s pretty cookie cutter). they all have flaws and doubts and are all badasses in their own way. it’s 100% how i like to see characters written, and so rarely do, and it’s absolute pleasure that this show is full of them. it makes all the things i dislike about it so much easier to swallow

2. callum and his conflicted relationship about being in the palace and being the step prince are so incredibly obvious and real and wonderful, and i can already tell i’m going to write a fic, because it was done so well and i adore it. his conversation with the king was a masterpiece. definitely a high point of the show

3. callum’s relationship with ezran is so pure and loving and good. he loves his little brother so much, with no bitterness or resentment or anything at all. he just loves him. and he gets irritated by him, because they’re brothers, but it’s clearly a very good relationship.

4. claudia and soren get the runner up for best sibling relationship. they also clearly care about each other and get on each others nerves and make fun of each other. 

5. soren is surprise fave. he’s a big dumb idiot who’s kind of a jerk but i love him. like one second he’s making fun of callum for being a step prince, and the next he’s pretending to get beaten by him so callum can impress his sister. it would have been so easy for him to make fun of callum instead, or to humiliate him for his crush on claudia, but instead he’s like “yeah i’ll help you look cool in front of my sister, even though you ruined my fun and didn’t let her walk into a tree” he’s dumb and a jerk and a good person. he’s great. 

6. reyla’s internal struggle and her relationship with runaan is fantastic, and i wish we’d gotten to see more of it. she’s trying so hard all the time to do the right thing and make everyone proud and i love it. 

7. amaya is fucking iconic. “breakfast is the most important meal of the day.” i love her. shes’s amazing and wonderful in every way. also the way she refuses to take the throne is badass.

8. the show is clearly trying so hard to be diverse and inclusive, and it really is like a breath of fresh air to see. there’s so much obvious care going on here, and the clear love in which all of it was done is another thing that blunts the edges of the many things i dislike about the show. 

9. the landscape and background animation is very well done, and often beautiful. 

look, i watched the whole first season in one sitting when i wasn’t planning to, so obviously it’s a net positive. i liked, i’ll watch a second season, but there are things which i really dislike about the show, and to be completely honest, if the characters weren’t written so incredibly well, i would probably drop it. but they are, and while there are other, smaller things about the show that make it good, the well written characters alone make it worth watching

[sockatine]

The Scent of Lavender

((My first self insert fanfic to be posted here! I'll be using the name Califia "Cali" Morales for myself. Paired up with Daryl Dixon from The Walking Dead. Takes place in season 2.))

Light. Sunlight? Yes, that's sunlight. The room is white. Why is it white?

Voices are talking to her. Who are these voices? Obviously they must be her family; mom and dad, to be precise. Sitting up and rubbing her eyes, yawning and stretching, still not completely awake or aware. Even as her eyes fully opened, she had to rub them again. These people's voices still washing over her like white noise, or nighttime ambiance.

Nothing was registering quite yet, until an old man sat at her bedside and asked, in a comforting and gentle tone. "Can you tell us your name?"

That's when it all hit her. With watering eyes, she asked: "Where am I?"

...

When they found this girl passed out in the woods, it was nothing short of strange. She'd fallen out of a tree at Rick's feet, startling him. He checked her pulse, shook her in attempt to wake her up, but nothing. She was still perfectly alive, minus perhaps starving and bruised. And he carried her back to the RV, deciding it was the right thing to do. After all, Rick himself had been in a coma and woken up to an apocalypse. This was a personal sense of sympathy in him.

Needless to say, after much argument, she was allowed to stay. They put her in the bed of the RV and hoped that at some point, she'd come to. Enter their arrival at Hershel's, having one kid shot and the other still missing, along with the mysterious coma-girl. This was enough to get Hershel to allow them all to stay until everything with the group was a-okay.

Now, that she had finally woken up, she'd have to be comforted a bit before getting any answers. It's not like anyone would take it very well when they find they've been in a coma in a tree for god knows how long. "I'm gonna ask you again, and I want you to take a deep breath or two before you answer; What is your name?"

She did take a few deep breaths, as needed. "Califia..."

"Califia?"

"Yes... Califia Morales."

"Alright, Miss. Now, I'm gonna call in the people that found you, so you can give them the answers they want. Is that okay with you?"

"... yes."

Really, it wasn't. None of this was okay, but she knew she needed to give answers to the people who potentially saved her life. The memories were flooding back to her once Hershel called in Rick and some others to meet her. Rick was of course, the one to ask questions and recieve answers.

"Do you remember what happened before you got yourself up in that tree?"

"... There was a crash. A bus crash. A-and I... I don't remember what happened after. I-I know my family wasn't with me, they... don't live in Georgia..."

"Alright. What else do you remember?"

"I... was by myself. Out by myself... dead people were walking a-and hunting me..."

"Uh-huh..."

"I killed some. I tried calling my parents a-and... and-and-"

A deep inhale, and a pause.

"... I kept walking. I lived off what was in my bag, and gathering wild plants. More dead people came and, I went up the tree... but I don't know why I was asleep... I don't..."

"Hey, hey. Don't worry about that. We'll... we'll get you settled. Once we leave, you'll be coming with us."

"I... thanks. Can I go outside now?"

"Yeah, yeah sure."

...

She was sitting by herself, gathering some lavender after a nice, long cry. It was a lot to take in, really. That she had no idea how her family in California was doing. And it would be easier for her to cope with having been all alone, than to realize she'd been completely useless to a group of people who were kind enough to save her. How long had she been dead weight? Was it ungrateful to believe she should've died.

"What's that 'cha got?"

She almost flinched, turning to see some guy looming over her. Must've been one of the group. "... Lavender."

"You always go 'round pickin flowers?"

"It's for tea... I'm sorry, have we met, or...?"

"I'm Daryl."

"Califia. But call me Cali. It's, uh... nice to meet you."

She stood up, holding her hand out for a handshake. Better than just awkwardly talking, crouching over a bush. Daryl shook it, to at least adding something to keep the conversation from getting too awkward. "So, we found you in a tree..."

"Uh, yeah. I... eheh. I guess I figured it was a good way to avoid walkers. They can't seem to climb for shit, really. So, uhm... is there l-like a job or something I should be getting to, or-"

"Hell if I know."

"O-oh. Well, if you need anything... like, anything at all, I'm right here..."

"Right..."

Daryl left ger to her business.

"Oh, uh... it was nice meeting you!" She added. He didn't respond.

Daryl hadn't much of an opinion on her. She seemed nice enough, but frankly he hadn't any idea how good or bad of an addition she'd be. And frankly, nothing she did or said was anything remarkable, noteworthy, or eyecatching. Cali, as she insisted on being called, was short, pudgy, baby faced, and from every other angle Daryl could see, she looked like walker bait. At least she was smart enough to get in a tall place to avoid them, but perhaps she might not be much for fighting back or wilderness survival.

Nonetheless, he'd be willing to see if she could prove herself. It's not like she's useless.

A few days went by, and Daryl noticed a pattern. When given chores by the other members of the group, Cali would attend to them quietly without ever wanting help. Her voice was always soft and meek when she asked for anything, which was rare in itself. Without fail, around dusk, Cali was always sitting at the lavender bush. Either to pick more, or to sit with a notebook. A diary? And she was drinking that tea she said the lavender was for at night, but also in certain times in the afternoon.

Lavender tea was for sleep, and calming nerves. Daryl knew this because of his mom's old remedies she'd use, when he was just a kid.

So far, he'd deducted that Cali was dead meat if she were to go out on her own. She could make it for a certain amount of time, but her nerves would get the best of her and make her clumsy. Ergo, she's walker bait.

...

It was getting lonely, for Cali. She fancied being alone, but not being lonely. But she was tragically insecure; unwilling to talk about her interests with the other ladies, unable to even approach any of the men. The closest she could get was watching Carl when Lori wasn't, and neither one of them actually talked much to her. So logically, Cali wanted some validation out of being useful.

To be frank, the only person Cali really considered approaching and making friends with was Daryl. He also seemed to be partial to being alone, after all. But it's not like he would ever want to activately be friends with her anyway, right? Cali wrote and drew, she was into books and fantasy and mythology. She was a nerd. A total geek. And what was Daryl? Manly as hell, outdoorsy, and a goddamn hunter.

That didn't change the fact though, that when Daryl finally came back with Sophia's doll, Cali was most certainly concerned. She could see him from her lavender bush, he looked absolutely terrible. And it didn't help that Andrea shot him, to which Cali promptly responded with a "What the fuck!?" of disbelief.

As everyone rushed over to help, Cali wasn't really needed. She asked, but Rick told her that all too familiar phrase: "We got this, thanks." But no, she didn't want to be excluded. She wanted to at least do something. To overtly express that she wanted to help and be part of the group; but so far it had all gone from her being too afraid to talk to anyone, to everyone excluding her by assuming she didn't care for anyone.

So Cali decided to do something about it. At least one thing. One nice thing for someone.

So she visited Daryl, inside Hershel's house. With a small gift. Some lavender, with a paper wrapped around it. While he was asleep, she slipped it onto the nightstand.

...

"Hey, Cali!"

She was at the lavender bush again, with her notebook, whipping around to see Daryl holding her gift. "Y-yeah?"

"... you wrote this? Daryl unfolded the paper. It was a poem:

You carry us far Through all your scars Of old and new, Through sun and stars

Take your rest Feel happiness For it's worthwhile to us all

"... Is it bad?"

Daryl sighed in disbelief, taking a seat next to her. "Nah, that ain't it..."

"I didn't mean to bother you, I just wanted to get you a get well-"

"Why though?" "Huh?"

"You're always sitting out here. You got you're notebook, your head in the clouds. Ya don't talk to nobody-"

"I'm sorry."

"-and you apologize for it. What the hell do you do out here?"

She paused, stuck between just dying on the spot or coughing up the notebook. "I... draw. And I write." She handed the notebook to him, so he could go through it himself.

In it were various practice sketches, poems, characters, and unfinished stories. It was a chaotic mess of creation, full of concepts and ideas that may never be fully fleshed out. "It's just weird nerdy stuff... I-I really like mythology, and uh... comics..."

"... This is what you were hiding all this time?" "Yeah..."

Daryl closed the notebook, handing it back to Cali.

"... What use you think any of that has, anyway?"

"I... wait, what do you mean?"

"I mean now that dead people are walking around eating people. How's any of that gonna help?"

Cali paused, thinking for a moment. Not necessarily on what to answer, but rather how to word the answer out. Such a question wasn't one that confused her very much.

"... Well, we got survival down. If we're hungry, we can pick plants and kill animals. If we're tired, we can make a shelter that's safe. But... what's the point of it all?"

"... That doesn't answer my question."

She gave him a look. For once, it was a more assertive look; like what she was about to say was something painfully obvious. Like he should have known, by now. "Animals survive. Humans live. And what's the point of surviving if you can't live?" She tapped her notebook. "This here is... how I live."

Cali opened up the notebook, flipping to a page in which she was drawing a kraken. "So that's why I'm always here with my notebook. It's quiet so I can focus, and it smells nice with the lavender here. So there."

The conversation ended there, and she expected Daryl to once again take his leave. But, he didn't. He was still sitting there, watching her doodle away. Her drawing wasn't particularly amazing, but... it was okay. He could tell she wasn't actually paying him much mind. Just, focused on her work. But Cali knew he was there, watching. She just had yet to realize she was fine with it.

And they just kind of stayed like that for a while. Sitting in silence at the lavender bush.

((Special thanks to @kiksselfships for encouraging me most to embrace my self insertion, and @skollwriting for giving me the match up that inspired this new ship))

[arazialotis]

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Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: Around 3000

Summary: The reader has been single for a while and has had trouble with dating, even online matches. But with her sister’s need to meddle, giving up may not be as easy as it sounds.

Warnings: Language

Special shout out and thank you @misguidedconqueress for always being there and helping me out!

Obviously I intend no hate or ill wishes to him or his family. This is purely just for writing and wasting my time.

This is purely for a hobby and my enjoyment. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions!

—–

Online dating… Is that what your life had come to? It was mostly your sister that had convinced you. She had been hounding you since your last breakup; trying to set you up with her friends and coworkers, scheduling get togethers and ‘forgetting’ to mention she was bringing along a male friend or prowling for bait anytime you stepped foot in a bar. So you set up the account to appease her need to dabble in your love life. Even went on dates with a few matches, but ended up only with a couple free meals and disappointment. Needless to say, it had been a few weeks since you pursued other matches.

Your phone buzzed, your sister was ringing. “Hey, Sherri what’s up?”

“I just thought I should tell you, I scheduled a date for you tonight.” She blurted out.

You rolled your eyes. “Sherri, come on. I need a break from divorced attorneys and college bros.”

“Just hear me out. This guy seems really promising, like a 94% match.” She babbled.

“… Wait, you were on my profile?” You accused her.

“What?” She defended. “I thought it could be pizzazzed up a bit.”

“Oh my god.” You logged on to see what damage she had done.

“Well, maybe if you used a password unrelated to Jensen Ackles, perhaps it wouldn’t be so easy for me to hack in.” She argued.

Thankfully, she hadn’t messed around too much. She just updated the profile picture and added some extra information to your bio. You looked through your recent matches. “Okay, so who’s the guy?”

“His name is Jay Akens… I thought it sounded similar to Jensen’s name so you might have a slight interest.” She hinted.

You scrolled down to the match and clicked on his profile. “Ugh, he doesn’t even have a picture.”

“Listen, you can’t afford to be choosy. If all you’re hung up on is unreachable celebrities you’re never going to find anyone because your expectations are set to high.” She lectured.

“Well, I have a photo op scheduled with him in two months, so technically he is reachable.” You argued back.

“Yes, I’m sure in all of five seconds, he’s going to fall madly in love with you.” She teased.

“Shut up. I am a rational person, you know. I do realize that something like that would never happen. I just don’t want to fall for the first guy I have the slightest connection with. I’ve done that before…” You started explaining.

Sherri interrupted. “And you got hurt, and you need space to breath, and you want to think about your choices before making a commitment, blah blah blah… Honestly Y/N, you’re becoming a broken record.”

You sighed but didn’t respond.

“It’s not an actual date, just a phone call.” She urged.

You pulled up the conversation Sherri had wrote in your place. “It says he’s in the film business and with no profile pic, you know that means? He’s some pervert living in his mom’s basement and exploring options in the porn industry.”

“It’s just a phone call…” She repeated.

“… Fine, but that’s all I’m signing up for.” You gave in. “And I’m changing my password to something unrelated to Supernatural.”

“So something to do with Doctor Who.” Sherri laughed.

You hung up on her. And kept reading through his bio. Interests include country music, golfing, physical fitness and sports, playing guitar and outdoors. How the hell was this guy a 94% match?

——

Jared bounded across set from the makeup trailers to the bunker where they were shooting most of today’s scenes. Jensen was pacing back and forth reading through the script. The crew started to filter in from a lunch break and got into places.

“Hey.” Jared greeted Jensen.

Jensen immediately picked up on Jared’s odd mood, knowing instantly he was hiding something. “What the hell did you do?”

Jared sat down on the library’s table and raised his hands in defense. “Nothing, nothing… Actually…”

Jensen rubbed his hand on his forehead. “How many people are we going to need to apologize too?”

“It’s not that bad.” Jared whispered.

“Places!” The director yelled.

Jensen and Jared got into position, as the costumes team came in and quickly altered their appearance.

Jared talked over them. “I got you a date.”

Jensen rolled his eyes. “I’m not interested in a date.”

“She’s super cute.” Jared pulled out his phone and handed it to Jensen.

“What the hell is this?” Jensen scrolled through the app.

“It’s your dating profile.” Jared chewed on his lip.

It’s a good thing the director called action, otherwise Jensen may have socked him right there and then. Jensen quickly slipped the phone into his pocket and rolled through the scene.

“Reset! Five minutes!” The director called.

“A dating profile? Are you fucking kidding me?” Jensen whispered to Jared.

“It’s been five months dude, you need to move on.” Jared instructed. Jensen wasn’t buying it. “It’s just a phone call, no sitting down or booty calls required.” Jared assured.

Jensen pulled out the phone again, looking over your profile.

“She has gorgeous eyes, and look at the smile.” Jared nudged him with his elbow.

Jensen couldn’t deny Jared’s comment. He slightly smiled as he read over your profile; Physical Therapist, artistic, avid reader, loves all four seasons, and a little bit of a dork with a side of nerd.

“See…” Jared encouraged. “Just give it a chance. She’s your highest match.”

Jensen scoffed, thinking those formulas were simply made up and selected at random. He clicked back and viewed the profile Jared had set up for him. “Oh come on, you made me sound like a complete douche.” He complained. “Jay Akens?”

“Well, we couldn’t put the real you out there… otherwise every girl would match themselves to you.” Jared explained.

“There’s not even a profile picture, she probably thinks I’m some creep still living in my mom’s basement.” Jensen grumbled.

“Just think of it of it as an opportunity to get over this hump… A way to stimulate the appetite.” Jared teased.

Jensen whacked his shoulder before the director yelled action again.

—-

Your hands were clammy and your heart was racing. ‘Just a phone call. Just a phone call.’ You repeated to yourself over and over. It was 7:30 and he was supposed to be calling you. A few more minutes had passed and you finally released your clutch on the phone and set it down on the counter thinking how amazing it would be if he forgot to call. Not two seconds later the phone buzzed and you silently cursed to yourself.

“Hello?” You sheepishly answered.

“Umm, Hey is this Y/N?” You heard a deep voice ask.

“Yeah, Jay?” You responded.

“Mmhmm.” He confirmed followed by an awkward pause.

You broke the silence. “So, I’m just going to be completely honest. I’ve really slowed down on this whole online dating thing and it was my sister who set this call up.” He softly chuckled. “That is too weird. My friend set up my entire profile and this call, so we’re pretty much in the same boat.”

Maybe that’s why there wasn’t a profile picture, you thought… or he’s still a creep and lying through his teeth. But his voice did sound awfully nice; deep and sexy. Stop imagining things, you scolded yourself trying not to set expectations high as your sister so willingly pointed out earlier in the day.

“So if your friend set up your profile, was he pretty accurate?” You asked.

“I guess so, I kinda sound like a trust fund brat, which I’m definitely not.” He explained.

“Well, what else are you interested in then?” You questioned.

“Umm… Sailing, Clint Eastwood movies, horseback riding… I’m not really helping myself here, am I?” He kicked himself mentally.

“Not really,” You laughed. “But hey, to each his own.”

After another cumbersome pause, Jensen tried again. “So how do you want to do this, alternate questions that each of us have to answer?” He purposed.

“Sure, I have to report something back to my sister so that would help.” You agreed.

“Okay… previous relationships?” He started.

“Jeez, jumping in hot and heavy…” You gritted your teeth.

“Yeah, you’re right, that was a stupid question.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“No, it’s good, let’s just get it all out there now.” You said. “I have been out of a relationship for about a year and a half now. We were college sweethearts, never engaged or married or anything like that. We just got bored and fell out of love I guess. So I’ve been on dates here and there but nothing has really stuck… So now you answer?” You asked, confirming his proposed agenda.

“Yeah… I ended a relationship five months ago. I found out that she was cheating on me repeatedly and was more interested in chasing status and wealth than an actual relationship.” Jensen explained.

“God, that sucks. I’m sorry.” You tried to empathize.

“Don’t be, I was an idiot by not seeing it in the beginning. Your question.” He directed.

“Any kids?” You asked.

“Nope.” He answered.

“Me neither.” You responded.

“Do you want kids?” He questioned.

“Ummm…. If I find the right guy, it might be nice. I guess I’ll figure it out down the road. If the road ever goes that way, that is.” You explained.

“I’ve always wanted a family. White picket fence, dog in the front yard, you know, the American Dream.” He expanded.

“Oh no! Not a dog.” You disagreed.

“Well, the dog isn’t a requirement. I was just trying to paint a picture… I’m pretty indifferent to pets at this point but I’m assuming you are not a dog person.” He slightly chuckled.

“Yeah, not at all. I definitely would want a cat someday.” You confirmed.

“Come on, why cats?” He argued.

“Well, because dogs just love you unconditionally, no matter what you do. With cats you have to earn their trust and respect, and even then it’s not guaranteed. So when a cat loves you, they chose to, it just means more.” You defended.

“That’s kinda weird. Unconditional love is still love. And with that, you know it can never be lost, even if you screw up. ” He disclosed.

“But it you screw up bad enough, perhaps you need a bit of punishment and not just forgiveness so you can learn from your mistakes.” You argued.

“So you’re a masochist.” He giggled.

“What?! Gross. No! Maybe… I don’t know…” You began to blush.

“Okay, I’m sorry, it’s your turn anyways.” He directed.

“Then different topic… You said you’re in the film industry, what does that entail?” You asked.

“Well…” He chewed the side of his cheek wondering how much he should disclose. “I travel a lot between home and Vancouver where we shoot. And yeah, just do a little bit of everything on set.”

Supernatural was shot in Vancouver, you thought. “Do you work on anything I would know?”

“Probably not,” He lied. “Just B horror stuff, I’m hoping to work my way up the ladder though.” “Yeah, definitely nothing I would know then. The last horror movie I saw was the Exorcism of Emily Rose and I couldn’t sleep for like three months.” You confessed. “I can handle the basic spooky tv stuff though, like the X Files.”

“The truth is out there.” Jensen said the tagline. “I want to believe.” You smiled back.

“So what do you do then?” He asked.

“I’m a physical therapist. I do outpatient so typically my patients are well enough to be outside the hospital living at home and have some functioning back. Our goal is just to increase their capabilities.” You explained.

Jensen lightened up. “You know, if I wasn’t going to go into film I wanted to go into physical therapy/sports medicine. I even was accepted into the University of Texas.”

“Oh fun! Deep in the heart of Texas.” You quickly sang and did the clap afterwards. “You know I’m never sure if you are supposed to clap before or after singing Texas.” “No!” He laughed loudly. “You’re supposed to clap before you sing the line altogether.”

You chuckled a bit to before clapping and then singing it over in your head “Are you sure? It doesn’t sound right.”

“I’m fairly confident.” He assured.

“Okay, good to know; even though I’m not sure when I’ll use that again. What made you pick the Longhorns?” You asked.

“Family’s originally from there. I even still got some of that southern drawl, ya’ll.” He slipped into a thick accent.

You laughed. “Alright, I’ll make sure to greet you with a good ‘Howdy partner’ next time we talk.”

“You’d like to talk again?” Jensen hesitantly questioned.

You thought about it, realizing the words had slipped out of your mouth. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Jensen smiled. “Me too.”

“Okay. Well, I guess I’ll talk to you soon?” You timidly asked.

“That’d be nice. Same time next week?” He suggested.

“Sounds good.” You confirmed.

“It’s a date.” Jensen said putting it down in his calendar.

“It was nice talking with you Jay.” You added.

“You too Y/N, have a good night.” He ended.

—-

A month and a half had flown past, your weekly calls with Jay had turned into practically three nights a week. The more you talked with him, the more things seemed to click. You both understood each other in a way you hadn’t with anyone else. And your sister had definitely taken notice. Your coffee get togethers had turned into interrogations.

“Do you just want me to record our conversation next time so you can properly psychoanalyze it?” You proposed.

“That would be very thoughtful, thank you.” She didn’t pick up on your sarcasm.

“I mean, I don’t know what else to tell you. He’s sweet, he’s playful, he’s genuine. He presents himself like he’s the full package.” You explained.

“Then what’s holding you back, take it to the next step.” She urged.

“Well, I’ve told you. He’s mostly in Vancouver, so it would be an expensive trip.” You threw out an excuse.

“Then what’s next, your three hour phone conversations are going to turn into five?” She challenged.

“Did Mom tell you? God, I need to get off the family plan.” You sipped on your coffee.

“And so what, it would be expensive. I happen to know for a fact that you have built up at least three months of PTO and you get paid decently. With hardly any expenses other than rent and loans, you should be rolling in dough.” She accused.

“But he hasn’t even sent me a picture or anything yet, for all I know he’s still just a creep and making up this fake persona.” You reasoned.

“Have you even asked him for one?” She knew you all to well.

“No, but I’ve strongly hinted.” You defended. “I can’t even find him on Facebook or anything. It’s like he doesn’t exist.”

“So the only way you are ever going to know, is if you set something up.” She pressured.

“If he was truly interested he would suggest it first.” You argued.

“Y/N, wake up! It’s the 21st century! It’s okay for you to make the first move.” She argued back.

“Just call me old fashioned, I would like to be pursued a little bit.” You explained.

“Wait a minute! You’re just waiting for that Supernatural thing, aren’t you.” She tested.

“I’d like to have my options open when the time comes. I can be very convincing in five seconds; if Jensen would just hear me out, I think I could get him to go on a date.” You played, no real seriousness behind it.

“Don’t you pass up something great, for these silly fantasies of yours.” She warned.

Later that night you received a call from Jay. He typically was the one to do the calling as he had explained his schedule could be irregular.

“So, I have a confession…” You began.

“Shoot.” He was eager to hear.

“I’ve slowly started listening to some country music and it’s not all that bad.” You shared.

“Haha! Everyone has a bit of grassroots in them somewhere. And now I can finally say, you convinced me a few weeks back and I purchased some Odesza tracks. You should have seen the looks on the crew’s faces when I started playing them, they were completely shocked.” He laughed.

“You know… I’ve been thinking…” You started.

“Uh-huh.” He encouraged.

“I mean, it’s really my sisters fault for putting the idea in my head, and I know she won’t let it go until it happens…” You backed down, losing courage.

“What is it Y/N? Maybe I’ve been thinking something similar…” He confessed.

You sighed before jumping back in. “What are your thoughts on meeting in real life? Like actually sitting down over dinner….”

“I thought you’d never ask. I’d love to! You have no idea.” He said much to your surprise. “You know, I’m actually going to be out in Indianapolis like in two weeks. I’d be close to you, well closer than Vancouver is to you anyways.” He suggested.

“Like the week of the 23rd?” You asked shocked.

“Yeah.” He confirmed. “… For a business convention.” It technically wasn’t a lie, he told himself.

“That’s so weird, I’m going to be out in Indianapolis that weekend… for a conference.” You fabricated.

“Oh cool, what kind of conference?” He questioned.

“Umm, continuing education, for work.” You expanded the fib, not wanting him to know yet how geeky you really were.

“We should totally meetup! Want to get together that Sunday night?” He suggested.

“That would work perfect. I’ll be there overnight, leaving back to town Monday morning. Oh, but the conference runs pretty much the full day. It’d probably be like a late dinner, like 8:30 or so.” You explained.

“Seriously, it has to be fate. That fits perfectly with my schedule.”

“You’re not going to a conference on lymphoma are you?” You deepened the lie, trying to pull out more information from his end.

“Ah crap! I passed that one up. If I had only known before you were going to be there.” He joked.

“I think dinner will be great though, maybe we can text more details closer to the date.” You suggested.

“Sounds good Y/N. Can’t wait for it. Good night.” “Night Jay.” You ended.

You flopped down on your bed, chewing your lip in anticipation for a very exciting weekend.

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Criminal Minds s04e09 52 Pickup review - or more aptly named, the time Derek asked Spencer to wingman him, but Spencer ended up scoring? That’s fun.

Episode 09 – 52 Pickup

Whew. Last one was uber intense on the guest star, wowzers! Loved every minute, though. I’m super excited about this season.

So I’m gonna go make me some dinner, and then we’ll get this show started.

We’re in Atlanta, Georgia. Unfortunately I only remember that place as the city where my sister broke her finger…. Not nice.

Ooh, party!

Btw, I just opened a bottle of Jumex mango juice and it just started billowing out fumes … what the fuck?

Why would that hottie feel stupid? She’s smoking!

And obviously the guy she was trying to pick up at the bar would be the killer. Dugh.

And I’m really looking forward to JJ coming back already.

“Whoa.”

“Could be a sign of remorse.”

Really? Oh god.

“He’s making them clean up their own murder.”

Fuck.

Harlan Ellison: “The minute people fall in love, they become liars.” Wouldn’t know, myself.

Oh good, so Jordan isn’t a regular. Phew.

Also, that mango juice apparently went bad because I dared not put in the fridge before opening it, so it just fermented and exploded on me LOL never buying THAT again. The apple juice was fine.

“We’re missing the forest for the trees here.” I love you, Rossi.

“No forced entry, no coercion of any kind.”

God, you’re hot.

“So how does our unsub go from loser of the year to Don Juan?”

Someone give them all the Emmys.

“Actually, as Byron interpreted them, Don Juan was an ironic reversal of sex roles ..”

“And when … th-that’s about it.”

Oh my cutie! I would have listened to anything coming out of your pretty mouth!

“Sexual sadists attack anonymously.”

See, that’s my problem right there. I can’t take anything this guy says for face value, because I’m too focused on his hot features and sexy voice. Fuck you.

“Pretty effective forensic countermeasure.”

Well, yeah, they clean up and they leave no DNA, that’s pretty effective, cutie.

“It’s called peacocking – the adornment of some sort of flashy affect to sort of try to distract witnesses.”

Impressive.

Wait. Hold the freaking phone. So the previous day the family would help, but today not? Fishy.

Lady, why are you calling that bitch ‘Sugar’? That is reserved for one hot male that is standing the same room with that bitch.

Whoa, they have scathing remarks on the event? That’s not nice.

“Yikes. ‘How much to gut the slutty one?’” oh god.

That mom is so protective, yeesh.

And I’m only saying yeesh because it disrupts the work of my superheroes. I’m pro maternal protection instincts.

Also, why do I get the feel that Jordan was lying? Maybe cuz I already hate her stinking guts.

And Morgan calming her down is the cutest ever.

“Did you know that about Jordan?”

“No, and neither did she. According to her file, she’s an only child.”

I KNEW IT!

Judgy Hot Stuff!

Aww, Derek assuring Ashley is so cute!

“So this guy wanted to be noticed.”

���Yeah. That’s why you go to club, right?”

And Derek’s like, nodding.

Lol.

Ha, Hotch just tore the bitch a new one. Love you, Hotch.

Derek’s like, oh shit, she’s in deep.

“When we get back, I want you to prepare a press release about the unsub. Do not release it. From now on, everything goes through me.”

Hell yes.

You break someone’s trust, you have to work hard to regain it.

Law of life.

How bad did you screw up?

“On a normal scale of 1-10, I’d say a 6, but on Hotch’s scale, an 11.”

So big time, bitch.

Aw, Reid got Morgan coffee! I’m so shipping this bromance.

He went from looking at personal ads of subservient prostitutes to hitting on women in clubs? Damn.

“That’s a long way from a self-assured unsub who hits the clubs.”

He took a year off? Oh boy.

“That’s impossible.”

Why?

“Well, I mean you’re talking about a total transformation here. How you talk, how you dress, how you think about yourself.”

In a year? Improbable, not impossible. That’s the word you’re looking for, baby.

“An unsub who kills prostitutes. Is he really thinking about singing up for a Tony Robbins seminar?”

Was that supposed to be a veiled joke? Cuz it worked.

Close enough.

As much as I like those three, not an attractive view.

Wait. So now the unsub is changing his killing method? Oh boy.

“Garcia, are you ready?”

“Please be aware that 30 minutes with photoshop does not allow for much artistic flourish.”

I love you, girl.

So he may be trying to obscure a mark on his face?

And why did that waitress just drop that tray of crisps? Doesn’t make sense.

“Men are put on this earth to hunt women.”

Oh honey, go to hell.

Derek’s like, is this dude for real?

Sweetie, when you look like this you don’t need any help.

“Will you listen to that language? He’s training serial killers.”

Damn right.

“Great. We’re dealing with a rampant narcissist and misogynist who’s turned himself into a snake oil salesman.”

“No?”

Did someone just tell Emily no? Oh you going down, asshole.

“Two things to learn about me.”

“First, I outwit alpha males like you for fun and sometimes profit.”

“How often do you have to rely on your badge to score, baldy?”

Oh hell no!

“He actually said that? To Prentiss?”

I’m with you, Garcia. Oh my god, that was priceless.

“And before he rechristened himself, he had a major mullet going on.”

Finally an episode worthy of Garcia’s wit.

“Sir, does this guy’s stuff actually work on real breathing girls?”

“Why are you asking me?”

“I abhor the whole chicks dig jerks thing.”

“Well, fortunately, Garcia, you’re one of the exceptions.”

“Well, be still my bespeckled heart. So are you, sir.”

XDDDDDDDDDDDD So an ex-prostitute was the one that gave him the scar? Good for you, lady.

Everyone’s reaction to Reid implementing the push-pull on Jordan. Priceless.

“I think I might just stay home and man the tip-line tonight. Clubs aren’t really my thing.”

“Not a chance, kid. I need a wingman. Come no, now.”

Wait. Did Derek just say he wanted Spencer to wingman him? Oh my god.

“You need to bait him, then, with someone he sees as a challenge.”

With a girl? Oh boy.

“We need to study his style up close and personal. It’s gonna take someone that he’s already attracted to.”

“Oh, this is really gonna suck.”

Oh god, I can’t tell you how hard I am laughing right now. Oh my freaking god.

Oh god. Angel, when Morgan told you to wingman him, he didn’t mean hand out fliers about predatory behavior and caution women in a boring manner.

“How are you doing?’

“Well, I gave out all my fliers.”

“How many phone numbers did you get?”

XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

“None. I’m working a case here, kid.”

“Okay, four were offered, but I didn’t take any of them.”

Oh god, Reid’s face.

“All right. Look, let me school you real quick.”

“What you have to do with these ladies, just take control of the conversation.”

“When you’re talking, what makes you feel like an expert?” “Statistics.”

“No.”

“Trust me. No.”

“Something else.”

“When I do magic.”

“See? See, that’s perfect. Chicks dig magic.”

Meh.

Okay, you got me. I was trying to play it suave. We do dig magic.

“I’m gonna give you a chance to work it. Come here.”

“Excuse me, sweetheart.”

“Whenever you get a chance.”

“And if I don’t see him … can I still call you?” SERIOUSLY?

AWESOME!

“See? There you go. That’s what I’m talking about. That’s called game.”

Awesome!

God, I really don’t like Jordan, but she’s a good wingwoman.

“I cannot figure out what the unsub could have learned from you.”

I’m with Prentiss. “Really? Because that guy can get beautiful women into his apartment. I wouldn’t let you on my Facebook page. Oh wow.”

Bam.

That girl from the beginning was the queen bee to the unsub. Meaning, he just had practice with those prostitutes. Damn.

So the old cleaning lady’s son was a pervert and played ‘show me yours’, and she spanked him for it? Oh god.

Oh shit. The bartender chick that Spencer hit on, she totally saved that girl, and then the fucker totally came after her. Fuck.

“I’m ready to play the player.”

Hell yeah.

Yes! They got the fucker.

Screw you, Bobby.

So his mother was on dialysis? Damn.

So he was screwed in each and every way.

P.K. O’Rourke: “Cleanliness becomes more important when godliness is unlikely.” Really?

Ugh, I wouldn’t trust Jordan as far as I can throw her. Which isn’t very far at all.

Is Reid seriously checking up on Austin? You cutie!

Oh I love her. I love this woman.

He should definitely date her. Oh my god.

 Oh my god!!!!!!!!!!!!! So this episode was definitely all kinds of wonderful, I got to see Derek and Reid in a club, and even got to see Spencer hitting it off with a girl even though it was like the most unlikely thing to happen. We got sexy Prentiss. Jordan was hot, but I still don’t like her one bit.

Serious yet playful. Just what the doctor ordered after those first eight episodes, in my humble opinion.

Got, those oily meat cigars are seriously doing a number on my chest. Blah.

Gonna take a coffee and then go on to the next episode.

As ever, I am eternally grateful to you guys for reading my stupid little mental diarrheas. And it’s always humbling.

I’ll see you next time, but not before I leave whatever I couldn’t fit in the post above, <3

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Solo Reacting to Orphan Black 505 “Ease for Idle Millionaires”

In Which Cosima DOESN’T SHOOT HIM

Continuing my (Miri) series of quick reactions to/thoughts about/yelling into the void about the fifth and final season of Orphan Black! While big things happened this episode, I didn’t end up having a ton to say--in part I think this is because this episode didn’t end or begin many big story lines--mostly things are continuing and being put into place. We learn about scope and specifics, but mostly I’m just waiting here with baited breath to see where those details take us next week. And in part this is my fourth reaction in two days. Sorry, kids. Spoilers and gifs below!

COSIMA: Cosima pushes pretty fucking far when given half a chance

Obviously Cos in the tux is amazing

Am I supposed to believe that Cosima brought her eyeliner along on this excursion? Or that some was provided for her?

Delphine told on her about the basement?! WHAT. (Fine, it ends up being justified and she has her whole double agent thing happening, I know.)

Honestly, much as I love their love, they have never had a healthy relationship. Too many secrets all around. This kind of acknowledgement of that fact might be the only plausible way for them to work long term.

“This is what he does. He divides women.” This is super true. It’s also a little on the nose, but I’m ok with it.

Dude, just shoot PT!! What reason (other than plot requirements) could there possibly be for not shooting him????

Cosima’s kindness and goodness are strong through-lines, though, and I’m glad to see that so strongly here (Re: Yannis, not re: her NOT SHOOTING PT FOR SOME REASON)

SARAH: Don’t love her positioning it as ‘I’ll only tell you if you teach me’ but I’m glad she’s finally talking to Kira (rather than at her, or not talking at all)

S’s concern over Sarah bringing Kira in to the hustling side of things too far too fast is both valid and hilarious, considering she hustled with Sarah last episode. Seriously, though—did she teach Sarah and Felix to hustle? They are both skilled at it, and she clearly is. But did she intentionally teach them or was it largely circumstances as (in Sarah’s case) a family talent?

RACHEL: 1300 people going to be implanted?!?! WHAT??? That is a MASSIVE ramp-up

Rachel is in black now, when she’s been very dreamy and enlightened in white lately. Is she not trying as hard to win PT over now that she seems to have his faith? Is it a better visual contrast to Susan and Delphine?

^Seriously, we seem to have left this look/attitude BEHIND. I know she wasn’t a true believer.

That party dress is certainly not meeting Victorian standards. Rachel can’t help but push back some too. She and Cosima actually do have some commonalities.

HELENA: STOP GIVING ME EPISODES WITHOUT HELENA

ALISON: STOP GIVING ME EPISODES WITHOUT ALISON

EVERYONE ELSE:

Does everyone in Camp Neolution know there’s a “bear” in the woods? If not, how? Mud is pretty vocal about it! If so, WHY DO THEY KEEP GOING INTO THE WOODS?!?

Mud’s flower baseball cap is adorable. I want it.

So Yannis is at least a few years older than the Castor and Leda clones, and he used to be around in the house. How old is he? I was thinking of him as super old, but that wouldn’t have made any since considering Cody and Susan were a part of the team that experimented on him.

Susan doing much more personal glitch tests on Ira is interesting

I really like the S, Scott, Hellwizard combo. That’s a fun team up and I hope to see more in future.

I think PT is killed pretty soon after the “fountain of youth” is discovered/administered to him. It seems like the right amount of cruelty for the show—he is proved right, but karma catches up to him before he can benefit from the work he hurt so many others to complete.

Oh, I love the animal codenames. But Kira is not as anti-Rachel as they want her to be. I wonder if “feeling” Rachel is a part of that. Or if “feeling" the truth of Rachel is going to be what finally clues her in?

“I’m gonna be a hustler too!”

^Genuinely not sure what’s going on there. Excited to find out!

Can you harvest a child’s eggs without some pretty intense hormone therapies? I’m not sure.

Oh GOD is Mud actually Yannis's sister? Please tell me she’s not his sister. Poor girl.

HARD PASS ON THE CREEPY CHILDREN SONG OVER THE CREDITS. NO THANK YOU.

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Selene Crawford: The Contrarian, The Devil and The lover’s night

Warning: Cursing, gun violence, mild sex (no explicit still there is sex)

Ieyasu stopped writing his medical report to take a lot at the man who swore never contact him again. Nobunaga Oda his adopted brother with whom he broke ties six years ago.

“As you can see I’m busy go away.” Ieyasu went back to his writing only to sense Nobunaga taking a seat.

“Do I need to call the police?” he kept writing without taking his eyes from the paper.

“I need you tomorrow at my office. We might need you services. Please.” said Nobunaga.

Ieyasu stopped writing and look up. “Did I heard correctly? Need. Please? Who are you?” Ieyasu was surprised to hear those two words coming out of Nobunaga’s mouth.

“Things change, people change.” said Nobunaga with a shrug.

“Look, seasons change, the days change, but you? No, that’s not true you will never change. So get out, you are giving me an ulcer.”

Nobunaga took his phone out and showed Ieyasu a picture of Selene.

“Wait, that’s…Selene? How do you know her?” his tone was accusatory and cautious.

“She is my executive assistant. How do you know her? I thought you weren’t a ladies man.” Nobunaga returned him the question.

“And I’m not, she does community service at the docks we had coffee from time to time in the past. A very stubborn, caring person.” said Ieyasu trying not to show concern. “Is she OK?” Ieyasu couldn’t help it. Selene was a chatty girl and was always helping. It had been a while since he had any contact with her and was wondering what might had happened to her.

“She is in danger, there is someone who wants her dead and is trying all they can to kill her.” Nobunaga laid the bait. He knew very well that “Yasu” as he used to call him when kids was a contrarian person. He might behaving like doesn’t give a fuck but he was worried about her. His eyes were betraying him.

“So, what am I supposed to do here? Nobunaga I’m a doctor, not a superhero.” Ieyasu couldn’t stop rolling his eyes.

Nobunaga smirked and stood up.

“You know where I am located. Come and visit. She will be happy to see you.” with this he left. “Oh and I forgot, she is dating Masamune.”

Ieyasu’s eyes grew really wide and started asking questions on rapid fire. “What the hell are you saying? You can’t be serious, that womanizer? Hey come back here. For the love of Fucking God…” Nobunaga hold the laughter until he arrived at the car. Once inside he couldn’t help it smirking. Ieyasu was still the same, spitting hate but always the worry wart. Meanwhile, Ieyasu had to stop writing after hearing the news.

“Goddammit Nobunaga!”, he did it again pushed the right buttons and now he can’t stop worrying about Selene.

“Of all people why it has to be him. That man is a time bomb. I better get there tomorrow. That woman is always so clueless.” with that he started to prepare his medical bag and setting all his affairs in order. He will go there put sense on the situation then go back to his life. Closing his eyes Ieyasu that was not true, that will only be just the tip of a new iceberg.

Six years ago he walked out from the group when Nobunaga almost died on the last attempt from a mafia boss. He just couldn’t keep patching him up until he died on his arms. That and Mitsurani that guy could be so dense at times that his most elaborate sarcasm wouldn’t do a dent on him. At times he missed the group but then not so much the danger.  And now he is back because of her, Selene. She indirectly helped him get his life back on track. Selene tried to impose her or tell him what to do she just smiled and tolerated him. He didn’t want to tell Nobunaga more than necessary since the bastard is always rubbing in when he thinks he is right. Which is all the time according to him. That never ending hope of hers.  Someone needs to put some common sense on that place. Well all he needs to do is tell her how bad Masamue is for her and then he leaves. At that thought Ieyasu stopped and sighed deeply.

“Who am I kidding. That woman might even be worse than him.” still Ieyasu was determined to go.

As soon as they arrive to her apartment Selene went to change and started making dinner. The lack of attempts to her life, the threads or any other action from the stalker gave her a much needed break. Still as per Nobunaga’s instructions Masamune was supposed to be her bodyguard 24/7. Which it meant sleeping on the same place. At first became awkward but then Masamune began seducing her in bed. Always taking it slow, he was showing her different way to pleasure both. Remembering those first times she felt her cheeks getting warmer. Little by little he won her heart until she completely fell in love with him. Selene stopped chopping at that moment. He heart was beating hard at that thought. Love? Could it be that it is really love? Letting a shaky breath out Selene was deep in thought when Masamune arrived at the kitchen. This time he decided to be shirtless, only wearing a pair of black jeans fresh out of the shower. He stood behind Selene and hugged her from behind.

“Everything OK?” Masamune nuzzle her neck sending shivers through her body.

“Yes, just making dinner. I see you are already comfortable.” Selene had to giggle.

“Yup, I’m getting used to this routine.” once again he nuzzled her neck and gave Selene soft nibble on her shoulder.

Selene stifled a moan biting her lower lip. Masamune was not playing fair. “You know I’m chopping the vegetables can you help me? And maybe later we can do some cardio?”

Masamune had to laugh at her way to name sex a different name except the main word. She was a box full of surprises, when they started sleeping together, she was really shy but with time she opened up to him. He showed more than one way to please him without letting her loose her virginity. She was a fast learner, and while it took him all his self control he was letting her be the one to make the decisions. At times he will just look at her sleeping next to him. He will always love to see her so peacefully relaxed. When was the last time he looked forward to have a day, or to cuddle while watching a movie at home? Every moment was a treasure for him. His heart felt a pang at the thought of losing her. But how much they still have together? Will he dare to open more his heart to her? He didn’t dare to make the most important question. What will happened if he looses her just like his father? Involuntary he tensed up. Giving a head shake he hided his face Selene’s  hair. No, he can’t think of that right now. Why worrying about the future when she is here in his arms. Loving…him? His heart pounded faster when the thought formed in his mind. Is she in love with him? Or is just lust? Giving a tighter hug Masamune sighed. No use to torture himself like this. Putting his mind in blank he concentrated on smiling her essence.

“Something on your mind?” Selene just finished her task and put her arms over his.

“Just thinking about a kitten I rescued a couple of months ago.”

“Really? And how is that kitten?” Selene turned around to face him.

“Well she is behaving so far, but sometimes she is a hard…ouch why was that for?” Selene just pinch softly his ribs and laughed  provoking him. Turning off the stove with one hand Masamune started kissing Selene’s with alternate kisses and bites.

The shivers that went down her spine awaken her desire for the man in front of her. Why he has to look so calmed when she was a ball of nerves? Once the assault on her neck was done he took her mouth and explored it with enticing movements of his tongue. Selene responded each movement with same need he was showing her. At some point she couldn’t suppressed a moan trying to respond to him. As always he would grab her by the buttocks and make put her legs around his waist.

“I think we need to continue this on the bedroom don’t you think.” Selene was completely red, agitated for that session of deep kisses. He sited her on the counter.

“ I have something for you, could you wear it for me?” Masamune took a little black velvet box and opened it. Inside was a crescent moon pendant with a little cat sitting on it. The pendant was not big enough but it was the perfect size for her to wear.

Masamune just saw her reaction smiling softly. Selene opening her eyes widely she was delighted with it. Lifting her hair up she waited for him to put it around her neck, she touched it with such a reverence that made him emotional. Not wanting to let her see him like that Masamune rest his face over the top of her head and took a deep breath.

“Masamune are you OK? What’s wrong?” Selene lower his face so she could see his eye.

“Nothing, just I like the way it looks on you.” His eye was shinning.

Selene didn’t push for more, at times she knew when he was wearing the mask and when he wasn’t and this was one of those times. Feeling daring she started kissing his neck and then slowly reaching his earlobe. Tracing his ear with her tongue she made him forget anything.

“Kitten I need you now.”

“Then take me all you want and need.” her voice was soft lower than usual. It had the desired effect she was looking for.

Masamune took her on his arms and took her to the room. Both took their clothes off admiring each other. Selene felt more confident than other times. She was now assuming the initiative, seducing him with kisses, licks and soft nibbles on his chest, neck and ears. Meanwhile, Masamune was restraining himself but his kitten was giving him such a sweet torture until it proven to be too much.

At some point he turned around and put her against the bed and started exploring her in the same way she did. Both couldn’t help moaning, sighs and whimpers while they exchanged caresses, nibbles and kisses. Masamune then tower over Selene and decided it was time.

“Kitten you are still on time are you sure about this?” Masamune dared to stop to make one last time question.

Selene’s response was to hold him close and whisper “I want to be yours please, Masamune.” her last words were a plea mixed with a moan.

Closing his eyes Masamune started his entrance making sure not to hurt her in the process. Selene felt a sharp pain but hold it until it passed.

When they were completely immersed together, Masamune started to lead the rhythm taking Selene with him. Both got lost on their own emotions and sounds. Increasing their tempo until they became one. Selene bit her lips to muffle a cry then fell exhausted next to Masamune. Tears started rolling down her eyes while she was smiling. Masamune worried cradled her in his arms taking her tears away with his lips.

“Did I hurt you Kitten? Why are you crying? Selene?” Masamume  started to panic, when Selene touched his cheek. Her face was red as a tomato and whisper.

“I never felt like this before, it was such a wonderful feeling and for some reason I couldn’t help it, I…, no you didn’t hurt me my dragon, you just made me so happy I cant control myself.” he kissed her with all the love he couldn’t voiced. He felt the same way, he finally knew that she was the one he had been looking for. Holding her close to him Masamune keep kissing her until their desired was ignited again. Once again they loved each other and let their feelings known without words. They fell asleep in each others arms. The soft rays of the moon filtering thru the curtains were illuminating the room. Selene was deeply asleep but at some point Masamune opened his eyes and whispered in a fearful soft tone. “I love you Selene and I don’t want to loose you.” carefully he hold her close to his heart and fell asleep once again.

Early in the morning, Selene received the visit of one her friends. Mai. One of the fewest persons Selene considered a friend and an important contact. Mai was a specialized seamstress and her work was always top of the line. After the greetings, she left Selene with two special orders Selene had requested a few weeks ago. Excited she went to the room to find Masamune recently getting out of the shower. Part of his hair feel on his right eye covering it. Selene brought the suits and told him.

“Good morning. I got something for you.”

“ Let me guess, you?” raising his eyebrow on a playful tone.

Once again the masks are worn but this time their bond is deeper, more connected. They know it but each one is afraid of the other. Afraid of rejection of not corresponding their love even when last night they became one. Still their eyes spoke in silence to each other. They simply decided to give themselves more time to prove it was worth it or to prove their fears were well founded. Selene put the suit on the bed, opening the cover she showed it to Masamune.

“Well what you think?” her smile was beaming, expecting his reaction. The suit was composed of 3 pieces, black trousers and the jacket with a royal blue vest, the buttons were on gold with a tie black with a simple golden dragon on a moon as a decoration. The shirt was white complimenting the attire.

Masamune was speechless he didn’t expected such an exquisite gift from her. He took the hanger and touch the suit. It was softer than usual but it was not silk. Selene urged him to try it on very excited. With her help he was already dressed up. It was on that moment that the door bell rang and Selene went check who it was.

Opening the door soon she was attacked on her stomach with a bat knocking the wind out of her. Trying to get her Selene started to fight when She say him. Paralyzed for the sudden appearance she turned around in time  to see Masamune running toward her. Before he could shoot the man dressed completely in black with red converse shoot Masamune 4 times to the chest making him fall on the ground.

Selene tried to yell in vain, no sound came as she was trying to still recover her breath. Her vision became blurry with tears while struggling, at this point she couldn’t believe what she saw. Taking a deep breath she broke the lock on her arms, sending one of her assailants to the floor. Darting to run toward Masamune, Selene felt the electric shock and felt unconscious to the floor. Her last thought before losing consciousness was to know if Masamune was alive or dead.

[flightfright]

Rewrite the Stars Season 7+8 Redone Know Your Enemy: Prologue

Me @Dreamworks: Okay, so basically, um, what I was thinking of was, um- (Season 8 drops) Ah, fuck, I can’t believe you’ve done this.

You can find the rest of this fic on AO3, but I thought it would be cool to post it on Tumblr for y’all to see. Enjoy!

It had only been a few weeks after Lance and the others had become Paladins that he made a promise to himself.

This in itself wasn’t such a big deal, even if he did have a horrible track record for remembering things he needed to do or favors for his friends and family. The aspect that separated this vow from the rest of them was that for the next several years, it was the main force that pushed him to keep going, the extra energy that kept the spring in his step. During the times that he sniffled miserably to himself as he yanked his armor on and raced to his lion during an attack, he remembered his promise and carried on. On his team’s off days when he could barely get out of bed, he would think of his Mama and Papa back in Cuba, and his brothers and sisters and cousins and his abuelita. Then, he would get his ass up and go find something to do.

It didn’t matter what it would take for him to get back home, he would make it happen. Even if it took the rest of his life, even if he had to bring down the entire Galra Empire with his bare hands, he and his friends would be returning to Earth.

Lance tried to not think too much about what he would find once they did just that. How much time had passed? Was his abuelita still alive? Were any of them alive?

Nope. Don’t think about that. Nope, nope, nope.

“Hey, guys,” Hunk’s voice came in through Lance’s helmet comm. “Pidge finished the calculations for how long it’ll take us to get to Earth as Voltron.”

Lance silently thanked God for the existence of Hunk Garrett. “Is it a few more days? Please tell us we’ll be there by, like, the day after tomorrow. Whatever ‘days’ mean in the empty, endless void of space-”

“Uhhh… no. It’ll be like a month.”

Slowly, Lance slid down in his seat and hit his helmet repeatedly against the headrest.

“The only reason it isn’t six more months is because of those handy wings you and Keith formed,” Pidge chimed in. “Pretty cool, if I do say so myself.”

Oh, yeah. He hadn’t given the wings that much thought… well, he didn’t really want to. The split-second bond formed between him and Keith as they gave Voltron its wings was… man. There weren’t words for what it felt like. If he had to put a description to it, he supposed that it kind of resembled two souls momentarily combining into one. Sure, he had felt something like that when he had formed weapons with other teammates, but this was way different. It had been intense in ways that left him dazed and with dreams that burned through his mind like fire.

Then again, Keith was kind of like that. Lance figured any kind of wacky astral spirit-bonding with the guy was bound to be a little… interesting.

“Can’t you guys keep it down? I just managed to fall asleep,” a familiar, cranky voice growled through the comm, rough from tiredness.

“You’ve been sleeping for the last fifteen vargas, Keith. I keep track of everybody’s sleeping schedule. If you fall asleep again within the next ten hours I can and will get Coran to wake you up,” Hunk said matter-of-factly.

“Ugh.”

“Rise and shine, Mullet Man, it’s another beautiful day!” Lance sang.

Keith took the bait like a hungry stray cat. “Lance, I am this close-!”

“Dang, Keithy, you always make a boy blush.”

It was his own face that felt a little warm, but it was always fun poking fun at Keith. The guy was all bark and no bite, and the times they snarked at each other were beloved memories of his. Lance existed to be petty.

“… and you shouldn’t be talking about rising and shining! The first three months after we became Paladins you cried almost every day because you didn’t get to sleep in,” Keith finished with a huff.

Lance sighed, knowing there was no way in hell Keith was going to find out the real reason why he cried so much back then. “You got me there.”

“Uh-huh.”

He was about to remark on the fact Keith wasn’t that great of a morning person, either, but a sharp yelp of pain made him jump in alarm.

“Uh, Pidge? Was that you?” Lance asked, concerned.

“Yeah. Um. I’m fine; just electrocuted myself on a, uh. Circuit thing.”

Now he was suspicious. Pidge was just as good with words as she was with her technology. Something was definitely up.

“You want me to come over there?” he asked, already unbuckling himself. “I’ll bring my first aid kit.”

“No, I’m fine!” Her voice cracked.

“Pidge? What’s going on?” It was Shiro’s voice this time, stern but worried.

“Dude, I grew up with sisters. I know when girls are lying,” Lance told Pidge firmly. He pulled out one of the cubbies underneath the controls and grabbed his first aid kit.

“Piss off! I’m fi-ne!” Pidge’s protests were cut off with another gasp of discomfort. The doors slid open, and Lance carefully picked his way through the Red Lion’s torso, the available space greatly reduced by the countless transformations of the mech’s inner workings so that it could function as the right hand of Voltron. Not for the first time, Lance was grateful he was skinny, otherwise there was no way he’d be able to squeeze through the mess of machinery.

A quick leap over a gap in the Black Lion’s torso, another three-minute expedition through a crap-ton of gears and things he had no name for through the Green Lion, and stubbing his toe led him to the doors to the cockpit. Lance knocked.

“Go away!”

“Nope.”

“Ugh! I just… oh, shit.”

“Pidge?”

“… Lance, I think I’m dying!”

He was able to push the doors open and hurry over to the distraught Green Paladin. Pidge sat on the floor, her armor off and her bodysuit unzipped so she was just in her camisole and boxer shorts. She was staring in horror at her crotch, and as Lance crouched down next to her he quickly realized why.

Pidge was literally sitting in a pool of her own blood.

Lance did a few quick calculations, noting she wasn’t outwardly injured (as far as he could tell) and adding in a few memories of his his sisters and female friends of his. He looked to the roof of the cockpit, a habit picked up from his Catholic mother when she would look to the Lord for answers whenever he and his siblings did something stupid.

She had done that quite often.

“Pidge,” he said calmly. “Are you having cramps in your abdominal region right now? Possibly experiencing mood swings and sugar cravings? Have you noticed that your back hurts much more than it usually would sitting in a chair for several hours at a time?”

Pidge slowly turned to look up at him with wide eyes. “How… how did you know?”

“Pidge.” He brought a hand to the bridge of his nose and pinched it. “You’ve started your period.”

“My…” Wide brown eyes grew even wider. “No way. No frickin’ way.”

“Yep.”

Pidge’s mouth opened and closed several times before she winced, face screwing up in agony. It lasted for several seconds before the cramp released, and she slumped back against the pilot’s chair while gasping for breath. The metallic scent of blood registered in Lance’s head, something he had become very used to over the years, but he still had to lean away a little to keep his head clear.

Lance cringed in sympathy when another wave of pain wracked Pidge’s body, breaking him out of his thoughts. Busting out his first aid kit, he rooted around before finding the painkillers and handing them over to Pidge, who downed them like they were the only thing that would keep her alive.

He picked up his helmet. “Okay guys, we’re in the clear.”

“Pidge! Are you okay?” Hunk wailed.

“Wait, what just happened?” Keith mumbled, still sounding half asleep. Shiro said something Lance couldn’t make out over Romelle and Allura badgering him with questions. Then Kosmo decided that he needed to contribute to the conversation as well and started howling loud enough to make Lance’s ears ring.

He set his helmet down and fell back against the pilot’s chair with Pidge, groaning. The girl grunted in agreement, her brow beading with sweat as she accepted the towel Lance handed her. He made a mental note to never make period jokes again.

“Are you gonna be okay?”

Pidge turned to look at him with watery eyes before bursting into tears. “How come you’re always so nice? It’s making me cry!”

Lance suddenly had an armful of bawling paladin. He winced, nodding to himself as he patted her back, thanking all of his sisters and friends over the years that had given him experience with the… messier parts of female stuff.

Man, the rest of this trip was gonna suck.