#but yeah if anyone has ever wondered but never asked google translate

[kindnessinsilver]

Just saying but in chapter 25 of The King's Men, Andrew makes intense eye contact when Neil asks him why his teammates are letting him stay and says "Du bist ein Fuchs" and this makes me very emotional for reasons it is hard to describe.

[aemondwhoresworld]

WITH WIRED

pairing: ewan mitchell x fem!reader

summary: in which ewan and y/n doing their first interview as newlywed with wired

words-count: 1,3k

warning: fluff, maybe abit cliché?, use of y/n, ewan and y/n being a newlywed couple, reader is quite sensitive, does not have any specific descriptions about y/n and ewan's appearance.

mae: english is not my first language, i do used google translate a few part in this one-shot. also this is my 2nd fic, im a long time reader but im a new writer, haven’t wrote any long imagines before. please forgive me if there was any mistakes. thank u!! maybe a part 2? idk

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you and ewan had the opportunity to meet each other at a new movie premiere few years ago, at the event ewan participated as the main actor and you were a guest invited by the director of that movie.

at first you were quite hesitant about being the one to make a first move to go over to talk to ewan, people would wonder what was the reason? well of course, because you’re attracted by ewan’s charming appearance, but also by how the way he treated his colleagues, or anyone he met.

and then today, at this moment, you both received an invitation from wired to come here for an interview as newlyweds… yes, ewan and you have been married for 3 months now and both are extremely excited for the upcoming interview

it can be said that since you got married, or to be more precise, since the announced, the news has caused the fan community to react extremely positively, of course, negatively as well. yes but mostly positive

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and 3… 2… 1… the interview begin, camera start rolling

"hi! this is y/n, y/n mitchell" you introduced yourself with a small smile while looking at the camera, then raised your left hand to show off your wedding ring you were wearing on your ring finger at the same time you look over at ewan, ewan now looked at you with this “husband proud smiley” smile

“and, i’m ewan mitchell, husband of this beautiful woman sitting next to me” ewan introduced himself, and then he repeated the same gesture as you, at this moment you heard a few people behind the camera, giggling and enjoying themselves

“we're here with WIRED, answering the most asked questions on google” ewan continued

“but newlywed edition” you and ewan both said at the same time

then a staff member brought out a large copy, with the questions partially hidden. you were now extremely nervous, then turned to look at him and asked softly.

“are you ready to answer these questions” you asked

“always” said and then ewan smiled slightly

"okay, first question for you my dear" you said and then gently pulled the sticky note off with your hand to make the question appear, then you continued to read

“how did ewan and y/n meet?” you read the question, then looked up at ewan and continued, "hmm, do you remember how we met, husband?" you asked ewan

“how could i forget it, the first time we ever met” ewan said while looking at you smiling, he sat thinking for a moment then he continued

"y/n and i met at this movie premiere, well… i was the main character, actor and she was invited by this great movie director, john, as a friend" ewan said, then used his hand to stroke his chin and continued. “while i was you know doing those interview, i saw her was looking at me so after the premier, we have like a little after party, i was just enjoying myself you know…” he laugh “erm.. and i-i saw this pretty lady slowly walking towards my direction and started conversation with me, and after a few minutes of talking, i thought wow she’s kinda nice to talk to, yeah.. that's… that’s how we met” and now you just sit there and giggled, flashing back all of those memories the first time you met him

“great job husband, it's so surprise to know that you still remember the first time we met, cause you never mention it ever since” you laughed and then continued “you know, to be able to date this guy, ewan mitchell, it's really a journey for me. to be mrs. mitchell is a long way" as you said, you used your thumb to point at ewan. at this time, ewan just looked helpless and shrugged his shoulders

from where you sit, you can clearly see the surprised faces of the staff member behind the camera about the fact that how hard it is to get close to him

“it's your turn” you said as ewan tore lightly to see the next question

“are ewan and y/n expecting?” Both you and ewan seemed quite surprised after hearing this question

“really, is this really the most asked question?” you laughed and giggled, “asked google?! this is crazy” you were extremely surprised by this question

“well y/n and ewan ARE NOT expecting… yet, and if we are, we will definitely announce it and share the joy with you guys so there is no need to ask mr google” you laughed, then you tuck your hair behind your ear

“we are not planning on having baby anytime soon and yes we do talk about it more often now since we’re married, you know we both love to build a family of our own but we both think this is not the right time” ewan said, you nodded with agreement with that ewan said

“next question” you looked at ewan, saying “oh i see this question seems long, it might be quite interesting!��

“the question is, have ewan and y/n ever been in a movie together?” you read the question, then you both looked at each other, you asked ewan “we talked about this a few times, aren’t we?”

“oh we literally talked about it yesterday before bed too…“ ewan chuckled then he continue “even though we have never worked together on any movie before, but we both talk about hoping that in the future we will have the opportunity to work together” ewan explained.

“yea…, there's a funny thing that if we both have the opportunity to be act in the same movie, we’ll both hope to be each other's villains” you laughed then ewan continued.

“you know, it's funny when viewers hear y/n and me's names and they might immediately think we're going to play happy married couple but no, there is not lovey dovey birds”

“but i think it's quite interesting, don't you guys think so too?” you turned to look at the camera in front of you, asking the people whom watching (after this interview video was posted).

“I'll let you answer this last question, baby” you said then let ewan remove the last sticky note to read the last question for today's interview.

“how have ewan and y/n enjoyed their marriage life so far?” ewan continued reading the last question and then he continued to answer

“who would ask this question on Google? how would Google know?” ewan replied

and you both sit there and laugh like an idiot because of how stupid this question is. really, how can Google know what your and ewan's married life is like? You laugh until you cry because of the absurdity of it

“how was it, my husband?” you asked ewan with a curious expression, wonder if he liked married life with you or not, making ewan partly amused and partly pampered, looking towards you, while you sat there patiently waiting his answer

“honestly, i am extremely happy and enjoy this married life with my wife. in short, i’m extremely satisfied, i mean who wouldn't, when you marry the person you love, so do i and especially y/n always makes me feel like i’m the luckiest man is marry to y/n, the woman i love the most" ewan replied a bit shyly because you know he rarely shows affection in front of the camera or in public

“ewan, you're going to make me cry” you smiled and used your hand to gently wipe away the happy tears at the corner of your eyes.

ewan then turned to see you so moved and pulled out a small handkerchief from his pocket and wiped your tears.

“i love you” ewan whispered to you while wipe the tear off your eye but he didn't know that the microphone attached to his shirt caught his all his words.

“i love you too but we have to say goodbye to the audience watching this interview first” you said to ewan and then burst out a small laughed

“and these are all the most asked questions on google” you said with excitement again, turning to look at ewan

“thank you WIRED for inviting us, and see you next time” ewan said “goodbye” both you and ewan raised your hands and waved to the audience

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user1 cannot believe they haven’t had any movies together. that’s a need

user2 my fav couple

user3 i can feels ewan head over heels for her, like even more than before

user4 his eyes always had this bling bling whenever he look at her

[here-lies-they-ran-outta-luck]

Hi, I saw a note that you are accepting requests and if you aren’t totally ignore this

But could you write something with Theo nott, where she speaks a different language and her English isn’t perfect so she makes a mistake instead of saying she’s going to meet someone she says she’s going on a date and he gets all upset and jealous, maybe angst to fluff or something <3 I think it would be cute

- Thanks 🪐🪐

It's A Date (Theodore Nott x F!Reader)

warning- she/her pronouns, google translated french, i changed it a little from the request but it's basically the same.

a/n- I am in a very Theo Nott mood if you can't tell.

word count- 721

“I don’t know, I just really like her,” Theo says, his cheeks slightly rosy due to Pansy’s prying.

“Oh come on! There’s got to be something specific you like about her,” Pansy says, giggling at the tall boy’s embarrassed state, “Just give me three things you like!”

“I like her french accent, I guess,” He answers after a small pause, “She’s also pretty and so sweet. I’ve got no Idea how she was ever sorted into Slytherin.”

“I think you should ask her out. She would definitely say yes, you’re an absolute catch!” Pansy says, getting more excited about Theodores crush.

“I’ll think about it. Let’s get going for breakfast,” He answers, grabbing his satchel and walking out of the common room.

Not soon after the two get settled down at the Slytherin table, the lovely smell of your vanilla perfume fills Theo’s nose. “Bonjour Theo!”

“Good morning,” He replies, giving you a small smile and scooting over to give you some room.

“How has your morning been?” You ask, he blushes slightly at your strong accent. His Italian accent was never that strong, he only ever spoke Italian around his mom and her family. You however spoke it all the time, you and Draco had a plethora of conversations in French.

“Better now that you’re here,” after a small pause he gains a slight amount of confidence, “I was wondering if maybe-”

“Hi, (Y/n),” a boy from Ravenclaw says, cutting off Theodore before continuing, “Would you want to accompany me to our next Hogsmead weekend?”

“Yes,” You say with a smile, “It’s a date!” You didn’t really mean that it was a date at all, it was simply just an expression you’d heard. However it broke all of Theos confidence he previously had.

“De toute façon, what were you saying Theo?” You ask, turning back to the pretty boy with hopeful eyes. Unknown to anyone, you also fancied Theo.

“I was um- just wondering if you got the paper on alhistoy?” Theo says, ending his sentence with a large gulp of orange juice.

Your smile deflates a little bit, “Oh, yeah I did.” You pull out your paper and hand it to him. Theo had already gotten the paper finished, so he just silently stared at the prettily written page for a few seconds before handing it back.

Theodore didn’t talk to you very much for the next few days, he spent a majority of his time alone talking to Pansy about his heartbreak.

Theo didn’t plan on talking to you until after your trip with the boy, and even then he wanted to wait a while.

“Hé! How have you been Theo? I’ve missed you!” You say, finally getting to see him.

“How was your date?” He asks, angry, not looking at you.

“I didn’t go on a date?” You reply, puzzled.

“Did you end up not going then?” He asks again, looking up at you.

“I went to hang out with a friend, but I didn’t see it as a date,” You answer, taken aback.

“You didn’t?” He asks, standing up and walking towards you.

“Non, we’re just friends,” You answer with a smile, now looking up at the boy.

“But you said it was a date,” He says, with a flat face.

“Isn’t that just an expression you English people use?” You reply, laughing slightly at the boy.

“Okay,” He replies, slowly.

“Are you okay Teddy?” You ask, stepping closer to him.

“Yeah,” He says, absentmindedly, “I think I’m in love with you.”

“What?” You reply, looking at him with wide eyes.

“Teddy, are you sure?” You ask, sucking in a breath, waiting for his response.

“I was a little heartbroken when you said it was a date,” He breathes, pulling you into a hug, “Now I would like to do what I was too scared to do. Would you like to go on a date with me?” He asks after pulling away from the hug slightly.

“I would more than love to go on a date with you, Teddy,” You say, giving him a smile and pulling him back into a hug, smiling even wider when you feel him smile into your neck.

“It’s a date then? For real this time?” He says, muffled by your neck.

“Obviously,” You say, laughing at his lame joke.

[thornyrose463]

Exposed (Cobra Kai story): Chapter 3

Daniel, Chozen, Louie, and Anoush were at the Encino Oaks Country Club.

Chozen had just won a game of golf.

Daniel laughed. “Well done. Well done.”

Louie looked at Anoush. “I told you there were golf courses all over Okinawa, man. I googled it. It's like one giant green island.”

“He said he’d never played before.” Anoush said.

“Beginner luck.” Chozen said. 

Louie scoffed. “Yeah, right. I know when I've been hustled.”

Chozen pretended to be offended. “You insult my honour.”

“Okay, you are not at a blackjack table in Atlantic City. You can't trash-talk a karate assassin.” Anoush told Louie. 

“I'm so sorry, Mr. Chozen. I-I meant no disrespect at all, I promise.” There was a hint of fear in Louie’s voice.

Chozen looked at Louie intently before bursting into laughter.

Daniel gave Chozen a pat on the back. “Don't take it personally, guys. He has been kicking a lot of ass lately. First round's on me, fellas.”

Daniel, Chozen, Louie, and Anoush headed to the bar.

Daniel walked up to the bartender.

Daniel heard Terry ask, “How'd you hit 'em?”

Daniel turned around and saw Terry standing behind him.

“They let anyone join these days, huh? Or did you slither in through the garbage chute? By the way, how's your sensei search going? Did I hear you hit a little bit of a snag?” Daniel asked. 

“Sabotaging my dojo was not a smart move. Some might see it as a casus belli.” Terry said.

A casus belli was an act or an event that either provoked or was used to justify a war.

“Miyagi-Do will never back down. You should know that by now.” Daniel said.

Chozen walked up to Daniel.

Daniel looked back and forth from Terry to Chozen. “I believe you two have met.”

Terry looked at Chozen. “Sensei Toguchi.”

Terry turned to Daniel. “You might have some old friends to call upon, but not as many as me. I'm giving you the opportunity, right now, to stand down. No retaliation. No repercussions. All you have to do is stay out of my way.”

Daniel shook his head. “This is my backyard. I'm not the one who needs to go.”

“I actually like this attitude on you. It's a shame I won't get to see it again, because if you continue down this path, nothing in your life will ever be the same again. You're playing with fire, Danny Boy.” Terry warned.

Chozen took a step towards Terry. “And I am gasoline. Boom.”

Terry scoffed.

“Put these gentlemen's drinks on my tab.” Terry told the bartender.

With a smug look on his face, Terry walked away.

Louie and Anoush walked up to Daniel.

“What did that giant Bond villain want?” Anoush asked. 

“Nothing. Just wanted to buy us a round of drinks.” Daniel said. 

Louie smiled. “Oh, nice.”

“Hey, let me get a round of piña coladas for my men here.” Louie told the bartender.

“Act like you've been here before.” Anoush told Louie.

Anoush looked at the bartender. “Your most expensive tequila in the cabinet.”

Anoush turned to Louie. "Piña colada? We're not at a Sandals Resort.”

“What's wrong with Sandals? Everything's included.” Louie said.

Carmen, Miguel, and Rosa were in their apartment.

Miguel put plates of eggs and bacon on the table. “Breakfast is served.”

“This is so sweet.” Carmen said. 

Rosa spoke to Miguel in Spanish. Her words translated to “My dear, I love you so much. I can't handle this. How wonderful!”

Rosa got out of her seat and kissed Miguel on the forehead.

Carmen spoke to Rosa in Spanish. Her words translated to “Oh, stop, Mom.”

“He'll think he can just run away, come back, and get the love he wants.” Carmen said.

Rosa spoke to Carmen in Spanish. Her words translated to “Uh, yeah. He can.”

“Don't worry. I'm never doing something like that again. I'm sorry.” Miguel said.

“I'm sorry, too, Miggy. I should have told you the truth about how I left your father.” Carmen said.

“You did it for me. I understand that now.” Miguel said.

Miguel sat down.

Rosa spoke to Carmen in Spanish. Her words translated to “Oh, how can you stay mad at him? You just can't!”

Rosa sat down.

Johnny and Sarah walked into the apartment.

Johnny sat next to Carmen. Sarah sat next to Miguel.

"Hey. Sorry we’re late. Graffiti's a bitch to clean off. You should see my van. Should be illegal to deface someone else's property." Johnny said.

“It is.” Carmen said.

Sarah looked at her plate. “This looks different.”

Sarah was wearing a light grey long-sleeved shirt, dark blue denim jeans, and black low-top Converse sneakers with white laces. Her naturally straight blonde hair was down. She had on a light amount of black eyeliner, a light amount of black mascara, and soft brown eyeshadow. Her lip balm was a pretty peach colour.

"Yeah. I made it." Miguel said.

Miguel noticed that he forgot the orange juice. "Oh, I forgot the orange juice. One second."

Miguel got out of his seat and walked towards the fridge.

"Everything okay with you and Robby?" Carmen asked Johnny and Sarah.

“Yeah. The ride home was a little quiet, though.” Johnny said.

“I think things between Robby and Miguel are going to take some time." Sarah said.

Miguel came back with a bottle of orange juice in his hand. "Okay, orange juice."

Miguel put the bottle of orange juice on the table.

Miguel sat down.

Rosa spoke to Miguel in Spanish. Her words translated to “Oh, Miguel, are you going to visit your girlfriend? I bet she misses you.”

“Yeah. I think I need to make an apology meal for Sam too.” Miguel said.

Carmen ate some of her breakfast, then she got out of her seat, walked into the bathroom, and vomited.

“Maybe you guys should order in instead.” Johnny suggested.

“Yeah.” Miguel said.

Anthony walked into the LaRusso family’s living room. Sam was sitting on the couch.

“Yo, Sam, did you eat the entire box of grape Uncrustables?” Anthony asked.

Sam was annoyed. “There were only two left. Slow your roll.”

“It’s the principle of it. I-I need comfort food too.” Anthony said.

“Aw, what happened? Did you get pwned in Fortnite again?” Sam mocked.

“Actually, I...I'm having trouble with this kid from Cobra Kai.” Anthony said.

“The one you chased and poured milk all over?” Sam asked.

“I didn't pour milk. We put it in a bag in his locker.” Anthony said.

Sam rolled her eyes and looked at her cell phone.

“It doesn't matter. He's learning some more karate, and...” Anthony trailed off.

“Oh, my God. If I don't hear "karate" for the rest of the summer, it will still be too soon.” Sam snapped.

“Why have you been acting so weird lately? Is it ‘cause another one of your boyfriends ran away?” Anthony asked.

Sam let out an annoyed sigh as she stood up.

Sam texted Yasmine and Moon. The text read "Brunch today? Need to get out of the house."

Sam walked away.

Daniel and Chozen were at the Miyagi-Do dojo.

“We're under his skin. That's why he came to the country club.” Daniel said.

Chozen groaned as he cracked his back.

“What did you do? Tweak yourself on the back nine?” Daniel asked.

“No. Couch in guest room not good.” Chozen said.

“I'm sorry about that. We used to have a bed, but it got destroyed when Cobra Kai broke into our house.” Daniel said.

“Do not worry. I will not allow them to attack home again.” Chozen said.

“We may have stalled them, but if I know Silver, he's planning his next move now.” Daniel said. 

“Then we beat him to punch.” Chozen responded.

“He said he'd call upon old friends.” Daniel said.

“Then we call old friend first. Do you know any old friend of Silver?” Chozen asked.

“Mike Fucking Barnes,” Daniel growled.

At the Diaz family’s apartment, Carmen told Johnny that she had been feeling ill for a while and suspected she might be pregnant. Taken aback, Johnny said that they used protection. Carmen told him it was not always fully preventative. She said that she hadn’t taken a pregnancy test yet, but Johnny couldn’t help but feel scared about possibly becoming a father again.

Eli, Demetri, Sarah, Miguel, and Riley were at the tattoo shop. Eli wanted to replace his tattoo of the Grim Reaper with a tattoo of a lotus flower.

Eli and a tattoo artist did a fist bump after she finished his new tattoo.

The tattoo artist was named Aurora.

"Sweet. Thanks, Aurora. Tell Rico I said hey." Eli told Aurora. 

“Wow. Man, you are really going all-in on Miyagi-Do, huh?” Demetri asked Eli.

Eli chuckled. “It's a lotus flower. Symbolizes a new beginning, which is what I have now.”

“It looks good.” Sarah said.

Miguel looked at his cell phone, then he sighed.

"Hey, Miguel, you good?" Demetri asked.

“Yeah. Uh, tired from the trip is all.” Miguel said.

“You spent how many hours in a car with Robby? I've never seen you around him for more than two minutes without a John Wick-style fight breaking out.” Eli said.

“For Sensei's sake, I'm trying not to let it get to that, even if he deserves it. Robby says he's done with Cobra Kai, though. We'll see how that goes.” Miguel responded.

Miguel’s phone chimed.

“Is that Sam? She finally text back?” Riley asked.

Riley was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt, dark blue denim jeans, and black low-top Converse sneakers with white laces.

“Yeah. Says she wants to…Uh, talk tonight.” Miguel said.

Demetri hissed.

“What did she say exactly?” Eli asked.

"We should talk tonight." Miguel said.

Eli, Demetri, and Sarah exchanged a worried look.

“What?” Miguel asked.

“It says ‘we should talk’? Oh, brother, you're in deep.” Demetri said.

“She's right. We should talk. Last time we spoke, we had a fight.” Miguel said.

“Yeah, but ‘we should talk’ is code for ‘I want to break up’.” Demetri said.

“What? It is?” Miguel asked.

“Not necessarily. Moon is really big on communication. Maybe Sam does just want to talk.” Riley said.

Demetri grabbed Miguel’s phone. “No, no. We need more information. Uh, we should send a trial balloon. Something that puts the ball in her court.”

Miguel tried to figure out what to say to Sam. “Can't wait to see you tonight. Um…How are you?”

Demetri sent Sam a text. The text read “Can't wait to see you tonight. How are you?”

“That's good.” Eli said.

“Right?” Demetri asked.

“Yeah.” Sarah said.

“Yeah.” Miguel said.

“It's going to be fine, man. We’re fine. It's fine.” Demetri said.

Sam’s cell phone chimed. She showed Yasmine and Moon the text she received.

Yasmine chuckled. “Desperate. But cute. He knows he's in deep shit.”

“I just…I feel like things have been off lately. There's so much I want say. Maybe I should just lay it all out.” Sam said.

“No!” Yasmine yelled, grabbing Sam’s phone. “No, less is more.”

“I'm with Yas. It's better to have these conversations in person.” Moon said.

Yasmine sent Miguel a text.

“Mm-hm. Keep it short, not sweet.” Yasmine handed the phone to Sam.  

Sam looked at the text Yasmine had sent Miguel. The text read “I'm okay.”

“Should I add a smiley face?” Sam asked.

“No!” Yasmine yelled. At the same time, Moon said, “Definitely.”

Yasmine and Moon looked at each other.

Sam sighed.

Miguel’s cell phone chimed.

Eli, Demetri, Sarah, Miguel, and Riley looked at the phone.

Miguel and Demetri sighed.

"Dude, that's bad. There's not even an emoji." Eli said.

“Yeah, man. She is not okay. You need to do something to turn this around stat.” Demetri told Miguel.

“What do I do?” Miguel asked.

“I think I have an idea.” Demetri said.

Daniel and Chozen were in Daniel’s car. The car was parked in front of Mike’s house. Daniel was in the driver’s seat.

Mike walked out of his house.

“There he is. Karate's bad boy.” Daniel said.

“Eh, he does not look so bad to me.” Chozen said.

“Yeah, well, that guy tried to kill me once. You don't forget or forgive something like that.” Daniel said.

The engine revved.

Daniel looked at Chozen.

“Except you.” Daniel said. “You and I…We're good.”

Daniel patted Chozen’s shoulder.

Daniel followed Mike to a warehouse loading dock and watched as he removed a tool from the trunk of his car.

“What does he have there? Some sort of handsaw?” Daniel asked.

“Good for cutting pipe.” Chozen said. 

Mike removed another tool from the trunk of his car.

“That one good for cutting bone.” Chozen said.

Daniel looked through the window of the warehouse.

“Looks like he has some goons working for him.” Daniel said.

“Ah, easy for me to handle.” Chozen said.

Daniel unbuckled his seatbelt.

“No. I don't want you getting in any more fights. I'll take care of this.” Daniel said.

“Daniel-san, you cannot go alone.” Chozen told Daniel.

“Don't worry. I'm going to do exactly what Mr. Miyagi would do.”

“And what is that?” Chozen asked.

“Avoid the fight, right?” Daniel asked.

Daniel got out of the car.

Johnny and Carmen entered a pharmacy and walked up to the counter.

Carmen spoke. "Hi."

"Morning after pill or pregnancy test?" The woman behind the counter asked.

"Is it that obvious?" Carmen asked sheepishly.

Johnny spoke. "One pregnancy test, please. Or two. Or however many come in a box."

"Aisle 2. Plenty of options." The woman behind the counter said.

“All right.” Carmen said.

Carmen made her way to aisle 2.

Johnny put his box of “Tiger Glove” condoms on the counter. They were labeled “Best condom in the wild kingdom.” On the back of the box were the words “Condoms for YOUR pleasure” and a picture of a tiger.

“I'm going to need a refund for these. They do not work.” Johnny said.

The woman behind the counter inspected the box.

“There's no way these were purchased at a real pharmacy.” The woman behind the counter said.

“It doesn't matter. I want my money back.” Johnny said.

Johnny made his way to aisle 2.

Carmen looked at a pregnancy test.

Johnny was nervous. "Is that the best one? We can buy the premium version. Whatever you like."

"Johnny, take a breath." Carmen told Johnny.

Johnny sighed. "Sorry. It's just…When Robby and Sarah were born, I wasn't ready. I felt useless. I don't want to be that guy again."

“I understand. Miguel was a surprise too. I was scared. But now we have each other, right?” Carmen asked.

“Right.” Johnny said.

A baby boy was crying.

The baby’s father held a toy out in front of him and shook it. 

“Please, stop crying. Please.” The baby’s father pleaded.

“Oh, God. Now I think I'm going to get sick,” Johnny muttered.

“Looks like you're not ready to have another kid.” Carmen walked away.

“Shit. Carmen, wait.” Johnny followed Carmen. 

“Johnny, this should be simple, and you're making me nervous. I'll take the test later.” Carmen said.

“Okay.” Johnny said.

“In the meantime, maybe you can figure out how not to be that guy again.” Carmen said.

“Yeah.” Johnny said.

Yasmine and Moon took Sam to a spa.

Sam looked around. “Moon, this place is so you.”

Moon wrapped her arm around Sam. “Isn't it? When Piper and I broke up, there was a lot of negative energy. This place helped cut through the noise, which is why I brought you here. You’ve got to find yourself. Figure out who you really are.”

“They also do facials, so…” Yasmine trailed off.

Yasmine and Sam followed Moon to a self-actualization pod.

“What is this, exactly?” Sam asked.

“This is a self-actualization pod.” Moon said.

“So, like a sensory deprivation tank?” Sam asked.

“Oh, no, no, no, no. They don't call them that anymore. It's not about deprivation. It's about connection with your innermost self.” Moon said.

“Thanks, but I'm still going to pass. I have nightmares about drowning in shallow water.” Sam said.

“Wow. That's dark,” Yasmine muttered.

“Sam, ever since the tournament, you've been off balance. It's clear there has been some tension with Miguel. The only thing you're going to find in this pod is yourself. That's not so scary, right?” Moon asked.

Demetri, Eli, Sarah, Miguel, and Riley entered a jewelry store.

“I got Yasmine a charm bracelet here, plus a charm for every fight we have. She can barely lift her arm now.” Demetri said.

“Okay, explain to me again why I have to buy expensive jewelry. Maybe Sam is okay and you guys are just reading too much into it.” Miguel said.

“My friend, this is a five-alarm fire. If anything, we're not reading into it enough, okay?” Demetri asked.

Demetri, Eli, Sarah, Miguel, and Riley walked up to the counter.

“Can I help you find something?” The woman behind the counter asked.

“Um…Yes. I'm looking for something special for my girlfriend.” Miguel said.

“That's so sweet! Is it a birthday? An anniversary?” The woman asked.

“He left the country without telling her during the biggest karate fight of her life.”

Demetri said.

“That’s a new one.” The woman cleared her throat. “How about a nice pair of earrings?”

Miguel gestured to a necklace in the shape of an octopus.

“How much is that?” Miguel asked.

“The octopus?” The woman asked.

The woman took the necklace out of the display case and handed it to Miguel.

“It's perfect, but I don't think I'm going to be able to afford it.” Miguel said. 

The woman looked at the price tag.

“Actually, it has been reduced.” The woman said.

“Reduced? Great. How much?” Miguel asked.

“After tax, $182.” The woman said.

Miguel sighed.

“Do you have one with fewer tentacles?” Sarah asked.

Daniel snuck into the warehouse and located Mike, who was talking to someone on his cell phone. 

“It's good to be back in business. Just like old times, right? Hey, don't worry about me. I'm ready. I've been telling you to get rid of that Italian piece of shit for years. Ah, flew in from Japan. Wow. That's dedication. You think that scares me? By the time I'm finished with them, they're going to be unrecognizable. You know, I think I know exactly how to do it. I think I'm going to start by cutting off their legs.” Mike said.

Mike grabbed a tool.

“You know what? Enough chitchat. Let's get down to brass tacks. Now, for me to do my very best, I'm going to need 50 percent. You owe me that much after what happened last time.” Mike laughed. “Yeah, it's going to be fun. Oh, yeah. Those kids are in for a big surprise.”

Jumping to conclusions, Daniel ran up to Mike and grabbed his phone.

“Barnes, no! Listen to me, you son of a bitch. I'm not going to have you or your ponytailed pimp lay one finger on any of our kids!” Daniel yelled.

Mike looked at Daniel in shock and asked, “Daniel LaRusso?”

“You’ve got that right, shithead. You hear me, you sick bastard? I'm onto you, and I'm onto the whole God damn thing.” Daniel said.

“I'm sorry. Who is this? And what happened to Michael?” The woman on the other end of the phone asked.

“Who's this?” Daniel asked.

A man walked up to Mike.

“Everything okay, Mr. Barnes? I heard yelling.” The man said.

Mike looked back and forth from the man to Daniel.

“Yes, yes. Everything's fine. Thank you, Phil.” Mike said.

Daniel handed Mike his phone.

Mike spoke. “Michelle? Yeah, I promise I will have the Japanese cedar chairs done by the time the school opens. I'm going to send over a couple of my guys to pick up the Florentine table. Fine. 40 percent commission.”

Mike gave Daniel a stern look.

“Done.” Mike hung up.

“What's going on here?” Daniel asked.

Mike and Daniel walked through a door that led to a furniture store. 

“You work in a furniture store?” Daniel asked.

“Daniel, I own the furniture store.” Mike said.

At his and Sarah’s apartment, Johnny googled "how to get ready for a baby." While watching a YouTube video about preparing for a baby, he practiced swaddling and rocking on a package of beer bottles, causing a bottle to fall and shatter, threw out his expired meat, replaced his lewd artwork with a picture of a lighthouse, and put on a gas mask and sprayed down the entire apartment with a pesticide tank after finding cockroaches in the couch.

An exhausted Johnny grabbed a beer bottle and sat on the couch.

The woman on the laptop screen spoke. “And if you think this is hard, wait ‘til the baby arrives.”

Johnny slammed the laptop shut.

“Mike, once again, I apologize. My life has been a little out of sorts lately.” Daniel said.

“If there is one guy in this world that doesn't owe me an apology, believe me, it's you. Look, man, I'm so sorry for the things I said and did back in the day. I have wanted to apologize to you so many times. I-I guess I was worried it would trigger something. I thought it was best to leave the past where it is.” Mike said.

“That’s a good idea. I'm just trying to wrap my head around Mike Barnes, Furniture King.” Daniel said. 

“Well, Furniture Co-King. I run it with my wife. It's actually her dad's place. Well, it was her dad's place. After the All-Valley Tournament, my life was ruined. I was lost. I was banned from karate, which was all I knew, so I found myself working odd jobs. One day, I'm moving furniture, and I meet my future father-in-law. He showed me I could do something with these hands other than fight.” Mike sighed. “There’s just something about taking a piece of sycamore and creating something a family can sit around that feels right.”

“Wow. Man, talk about a 180.” Daniel said.

Mike laughed.

“Yeah, I know. Hey, what about you, huh? I've seen your commercials. You know, chopping down prices. I'm really happy that things have worked out for you.” Mike said. 

“Yeah, well, it's...” Daniel paused. “They actually aren't working out so well lately.”

Sam entered the self-actualization pod and closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes, everything was dark.

Sam was wearing her Miyagi-Do gi.

Daniel appeared. He was wearing his Miyagi-Do gi and headband.

“Sam, what are you doing here?” Daniel asked.

“I'm not sure. I'm supposed to be figuring out who I am.” Sam said.

“What do you mean? You're LaRusso 2.0.” Daniel said.

Yasmine and Moon appeared. They were wearing their Lakers Girls costumes.

“Sam, you're one of the girls.” Moon said.

Robby appeared. He was wearing his black and yellow Cobra Kai gi.

“You’re the girl who broke my heart.” Robby said.

Eli appeared. He was wearing his Miyagi-Do gi. He was holding his All-Valley trophy.

“You’re the girl who lost.” Eli said.

Miguel appeared. He was wearing his Eagle Fang gi.

“You’re my girlfriend, Sam. Why can’t you just be supportive?” Miguel asked.

Daniel, Robby, Yasmine, Moon, Miguel, and Eli circled Sam. Daniel, Robby, Moon, Miguel, and Eli’s voices overlapped.

“LaRusso 2.0.”

“The girl who broke my heart.”

“One of the girls.”

“You're my girlfriend, Sam.”

“What are you doing here?”

“You're the girl who lost.”

“The girl who broke my heart.”

“One of the girls.”

Daniel, Robby, Yasmine, Moon, Miguel, and Eli disappeared.

Sam heard Tory’s voice. “I know exactly who you are, princess.”

“Tory?” Sam asked.

Sam approached the phantom in the distance, only to find herself staring at her doppelgänger. The doppelgänger was wearing a black long-sleeved gi and holding a pair of sai. The doppelgänger attacked Sam, prompting her to pick up a bo staff and defend herself. The doppelgänger gained the upper hand and disarmed Sam before delivering a punch that jolted her back to consciousness. Rejoined by Yasmine and Moon, Sam emerged from the pod. 

"Oh, my gosh. I had the most incredible vision. I was a drop of dew glistening in the moonlight." Moon said.

When Moon saw the look of terror on Sam’s face, she asked, "Are you okay?"

"Was your pod broken too? My water was freezing." Yasmine complained.

"Wasn't it enlightening? What did you see?" Moon asked Sam.

Sam didn’t say anything.

As Chozen grew restless waiting in Daniel’s car, Daniel filled Mike in on Terry.

Mike sighed. “So, Silver finally got what he was after.”

“Not yet. Not if I have anything to say about it.” Daniel said.

“I can’t imagine what it’s like to have that psycho invading your life again.” Mike said.

“I came here because I thought he might be recruiting you again. And now I'm just hoping that you could help me stop him. Is there anything you could tell me that might bring this guy down?” Daniel asked.

“I haven't seen him in years. I don't know what I could do to help.” Mike said.

“I understand. I'm actually kind of relieved. It's nice to know there are ex-Cobra Kai who don't want to get in a fight with me.” Daniel said.

“If you ever want a rematch, you know where to find me.” Mike joked.

When Mike and Daniel began to playfully spar, Chozen misinterpreted the action as aggression and kicked Mike through a table. Shards of broken glass went flying.

“Chozen, no!” Daniel yelled.

“They show no mercy, we show them no mercy!” Chozen yelled.

Chozen kicked the back of Mike’s knee. Mike groaned.

“No! You don't understand!” Mike yelled.

“What do you mean?” Chozen asked.

Mike stood up. He took off his blazer, tossing it aside. 

A fight began. Mike matched Chozen blow for blow.

“Chozen! Guys, stop!” Daniel attempted to intervene and received a punch in the face, which resulted in a bloody nose.

Daniel managed to stop the fight. “No! Guys! Whoa! Stop! Just stop!”

“Wait a minute. This guy's with you? What the hell, Daniel?” Mike asked.

“This is just a giant misunderstanding.” Daniel said.

“Oh. If this is misunderstanding, you’d better call ambulance.” Chozen said.

Chozen led Daniel and Mike to Mike’s employees. They laid on the floor, bloody and bruised.

The look on Mike’s face read “What the hell?”

Chozen looked embarrassed.

Sarah and Miguel walked into her and Johnny’s apartment.

Sarah spoke. “Hey, Dad.”

“Hey, Sensei. Do you have a second? I-I need your advice.” Miguel said. 

“Yeah.” Johnny said.

“I…Uh...” Miguel trailed off.

Sarah and Miguel wrinkled their noses.

“What’s that smell?” Miguel asked.

“It's either paint thinner or pesticide. Don't worry. It will air out in a few days. Breathe through your mouths.” Johnny told Sarah and Miguel.

“What's with the…Uh...What's with the place?” Miguel asked.

“Oh…It's…Uh…” Johnny paused. “Don't worry. Making a few changes. Have a seat.”

Miguel sat in an armchair. Sarah sat on the couch.

“Want milk? I’ve got a fridge full of it.” Johnny said.

Sarah shook her head.

“Nah. I’m good. Thanks. Uh…Okay…Um, I think Sam and I are having issues, and I've been talking to Hawk, Demetri, and Riley about it, but...” Miguel trailed off.

Johnny hadn’t met Riley, but he had seen photos of him on Sarah’s Facebook page.

“Hawk and Riley are total studs, but I wouldn't trust a word that dork Demetri has to say.” Johnny said.

“He has had a girlfriend for a while now.” Miguel said.

Johnny sat next to Sarah.

“I'm sure she's a real looker,” Johnny said sarcastically.

“Anyway…Um, I'm supposed to meet up with Sam tonight, but I have a feeling she's still mad at me, and I want to fix it, but we haven't spoken in a while, and honestly, I'm not even sure what I'm supposed to say.” Miguel said.

“I've been there. How about the truth? We all get shit wrong sometimes. Some of us get it wrong a lot. If you own up to your mistakes, you have a shot at making things right. You don't have to have it all figured out. Just be honest. See where it goes from there.” Johnny responded.

“That's actually some really good advice.” Miguel said.

Johnny sighed. “Yeah, I guess it is.”

Mike, Daniel, and Chozen were sitting on couches. They had ice packs on their injuries.

Daniel sighed. “Once again, I'm sorry, Mike. Silver has us all on edge.”

Mike sighed. “I can see that. The only thing I can think of is…Back in the day, Silver had this shady-ass attorney. This guy was totally off the books. As a matter of fact, he did my contract for me. I mean, what kind of attorney draws up the paperwork detailing the terms of one teenager terrorizing another?”

“He made you sign a contract?” Daniel asked.

“I made them put it in writing. The guy did promise me 50 percent of Cobra Kai.” Mike said.

“If people knew this contract existed, Silver's reputation would be destroyed. They would never let Cobra Kai compete again.” Daniel said. “This is exactly what we need. Tell me you still have it.”

“Daniel, no way. I mean...” Mike trailed off.

Mike sighed. “I might be able to dig up that attorney's name.”

Daniel walked away from Mike and Chozen and left Terry’s former attorney a voicemail. “Hi. I'm calling in regard to a former client of yours, Terry Silver. This is very urgent. Please give me a call back ASAP when you get this. Thank you.”

Chozen sighed contentedly.

Mike smirked. “I see you're liking that tufted blue suede.”

“Mmm. Comfy.” Chozen said.

“Mmm.”

“How much?” Chozen asked.

“Well, it's normally 1,200, but what the hell? For you? Two grand.” Mike said.

Daniel walked up to Mike and Chozen. “I got the lawyer's voicemail. Hopefully, he calls us back.”

Chozen carried his new cushions to Daniel’s car.

Chozen watched as some of Mike’s employees carried his new couch to Daniel’s car. “Okay. Careful. Don't get blood on the couch. Very expensive.”

Daniel chuckled.

Miguel met up with Sam at the Miyagi-Do dojo.

Miguel spoke. “Hey.”

Sam spoke. “Hey.”

“Um...Look, Sam, I owe you an apology. I shouldn't have abandoned you like that. I was trying to start a new chapter and figure out my past, but I wasn't thinking about you or us. Uh…Even all the way back to prom...” Miguel trailed off.

“Miguel, you...You don't need to explain. I'm sorry too. I was only thinking about myself. I was so wrapped up in the tournament that I wasn't being sensitive to what you were going through. As hard as it was to be on the other side of that, I really respect you for taking the time you needed to find yourself. But now I need that time too. Ever since my dad opened the dojo, my whole life has been about karate. It-It has affected all the relationships in my life. With my family. With my friends. With you. I just...I need a little break to figure out who I am outside of all that.” Sam said.

“When you say break, what do you...What do you mean? A break from karate? A break from me?” Miguel asked.

Tears formed in Sam’s eyes. “I'm not okay right now. I don't think I will be until I figure this out for myself. I just need to take the time to do that, but it doesn't mean that we can't still be friends.”

“Just not…Uh…Boyfriend and girlfriend,” Miguel said sadly.

“I don't even know if this is what I want, but I know it's what I need.” Sam said.

“Um...Look, I understand. I always want what best for you.” Miguel said.  “You know that. It doesn't mean we can't be friends, right?”

“Promise?” Sam asked.

“Of course. I should probably get going, but...Call me whenever, okay?” Miguel asked.

Sam inhaled. “Yeah.”

“Okay.” Miguel said.

Miguel turned around. He burst into tears and dropped the necklace he bought for Sam as he departed.

After work, Carmen went to Johnny and Sarah’s apartment. Sarah wasn’t there. She and Eli were at the movie theatre.

"Johnny, what's going on? You did all this today?" Carmen asked.

Johnny smiled.

"Yep. Just trying to be prepared. You know, just in case. This whole apartment is baby-proofed. Just try to stick your finger in any of the sockets. It's a lost cause. Oh, and did you know that babies can hear music in the womb?" Johnny asked.

Johnny grabbed a pair of headphones and wrapped them around Carmen’s stomach.

"I adjusted the headphones to fit around your stomach." Johnny said.

Carmen smiled.

"There's some Black Sabbath in there now, but you could put in Metallica, Dokken, whatever." Johnny said.

"Metallica. Always." Carmen said.

"Look, this morning, I didn't think I could be one of those lame dads with the baby carriers, the diapers, and all that crap. But if it means I'm doing it with you and our child, I'll do whatever it takes." Johnny said.

"I know you will." Carmen said.

“I was a better dad to Sarah than I was to Robby, but I screwed up from time to time. I can’t promise I won’t screw up again, but I can promise I won’t run away. I won’t back down.” Johnny said. 

“I have something to confess. I couldn't wait. I took the test." Carmen said.

"All right. Whatever it says, I'm ready." Johnny said.

"Good, because we're having a baby." Carmen said.

Johnny smiled. "Badass!" 

Johnny and Carmen celebrated their good fortune with a kiss.

Daniel was sitting on a bench in the sauna at the Encino Oaks Country Club. He sighed contentedly when the steam hit his face and back.

Daniel could sense that someone was nearby. “Morning. Nothing like a good steam to start the day off right.”

Daniel heard his voice. “Hi. I'm calling in regard to a former client of yours, Terry Silver. This is very urgent. Please give me a call back ASAP when you get this. Thank you.”

Terry was holding his cell phone. He took a step closer to Daniel. He smirked. “I warned you.”

Daniel stood up.

“What are you doing here?” Daniel asked.

“Oh. You and I are going to be seeing a lot more of each other. First, I'm going to deal with my old friend, and then I'll deal with you. I told you not to play with fire.” Terry said.

Terry walked away.

Mike arrived at his furniture store. It was engulfed in flames. Sirens wailed nearby.

“Oh, God,” Mike muttered in agony.

[plan-d-to-i]

(google translate again, yeah)

(I forgot to thank you for the last answer, I really didn't know that the drama used the music of my compatriot, it was a pleasant surprise for me)

I don't know if anyone has asked you this before, but do you think JC was good with WWX as a kid?

I mean not just their childhood, but the time of their training in Gusu.

I really love JC, and I understand perfectly well that he is the most dick in character, but I love him precisely during my studies at Gusu, I can not give any arguments that then JC was directly GOOD to WWX, but he is clearly cared a little about him and even ... worried? at least that moment after the punishment where JC helped WWX get to the room...

Yay - I'm so happy to hear about Stravinsky :)

Hahah loving jc as the dick that he is is the way to do it! go for it. :) also, sorry this was so delayed I wanted to reread the Cloud Recesses arc so it would be fresh in my mind before answering.

In terms of jc the Cloud Recesses arc is perhaps the most 'mellow' we see him aside from the Lotus Pod Extra but for me it's still impossible to find him a worthwhile person. I can already see the faults in his character that I know will only get worse as he grows older. Canonically I don't see how he would have any friends studying in the Cloud Recesses if he didn't come as a package deal w Wei Wuxian. I mean I doubt jiang cheng would have any friends without WWX period. In fact jiang cheng doesn't make any friends over the course of 13 years. He's also unable to find a wife bc of his temperament and behavior...

What we can glean about their relationship in the Cloud Recesses arc (and even the Lotus Pod Extra) is that any time WWX gets a kind word or understanding from someone, jiang cheng scoffs at it. Any time someone shits on WWX, jc is there to agree, to relish the idea of WWX being punished, and shit on him some more. He would be an immensely exhausting person to be around. He doesnt believe in WWX's ideas and ingenuity, (as NHS does for example), he doesn't believe WWX is hurt, he always assumes the worst of him, he doesn't believe LWJ might like WWX. The only thing he ever seems to believe is that WWX will dishonor YunmengJiang and that WWX should be punished. So for a kid who supposedly wants his father's approval so badly he instead constantly acts like his mother's mouthpiece/minion. He reprimands WWX like he's trying to become Madam Yu 2.0. I see jc stans all the time being like oh he had to keep WWX in check bc WWX was such a lOOooose canon, for the good of the Clan!! lol listen JFM didn't give a f...about WWX's behavior (in his letter to LQR) why are you so concerned? JFM would have preferred for jc to try & save his peers in the Xuanwu cave or at least to understand why that was the correct course of action rather than for him to just sit in front of the class in the Cloud Recesses and tell WWX off for giving LQR as good as he got, while actually still breaking the rules himself but eschewing punishment.

salt up here, quotes below :

Even when Nie Huaisang picks up on the fact that WWX is being treated unfairly by LQR, jc dismisses it and piles on WWX instead.

Nie Huaisang said, “Old Man Lan really seems like he’s coming down especially harshly on you. Every time he reprimands someone, it’s always you.” Jiang Cheng grunted. “He deserves it. What kind of answer was that? He can get away with saying that sort of nonsense at home, but he had the nerve to say it to Lan Qiren’s face. He was practically asking for the old man to kill him!”

But does WWX get away with ANYTHING in Lotus Pier? When we know he is punished constantly for EVERYTHING? This is jiang cheng fully being his mother's mouth piece. It's not something WWX would get away with, it's something jc knows JFM wouldn't mind. Which is why he's so pissed off. Which begs the question if JFM would not be upset with WWX's behavior why does jc need to criticize him? Again :

A dark expression shadowed Jiang Cheng’s face, and his voice was filled with anger. “Why are you so proud of yourself? What is there to be proud of?! Is being told to get out some amazing accomplishment? You’re making our entire clan lose face!”

and his glee at the idea that WWX will be punished leaves a bad taste in one's mouth considering how WWX was perpetually punished in Lotus Pier by jiang cheng's mother for... existing.

Jiang Cheng smiled grimly. “Now that you’ve thoroughly offended both Lan Wangji and Lan Qiren, you’re basically dead tomorrow. No one’s going to clean up your corpse either.”

and again

Without the old one, only the young one remained. This would be easy to deal with! Wei Wuxian rolled off the bed and laughed while putting on his boots. “Heaven’s charmed clouds are blessing me with shade.” Jiang Cheng was beside him polishing his sword with loving care when he decided to spill cold water over Wei Wuxian’s head. “Just wait until he gets back. You can’t escape punishment.”

Where others like NHS see value in WWX's thoughts

Nie Huaisang thought for a while. “Actually, I thought what you said was very interesting,” he said, not entirely able to hide his envy and yearning.

jc is always dismissive of WWX's ideas. These are inventions that WWX realizes. Demonic cultivation in the first conversation and The Spirit-Attraction Flag and The Compass of Evil in the second:

“Enough,” Jiang Cheng warned. “Whatever nonsense you spout, you better not head down that sort of dark road.”

-

Changing the topic, Wei Wuxian said, “If only there was something like fishing bait that could draw the water ghosts in. Or, something that could point in the direction they’re hiding, like a compass, that sort of thing.”

“Lower your head and watch the water,” Jiang Cheng said. “You’re letting your fantasies run wild again. Concentrate on looking for water ghosts like you’re supposed to.”

“Hey, mounting swords and flying was also only a fantasy once!” Wei Wuxian said.

He's also a hypocrite. Because even though he berates WWX for misbehaving, he himself breaks the rules. He drinks, he even goads WWX into buying liquor, the only difference is that he doesn't get punished for it, and he doesn't feel like coming forward and getting punished for it :

Naturally, Jiang Cheng was too embarrassed to talk about what Wei Wuxian had been up to. After all, all of them had egged him on to go and buy alcohol, and they all deserved to be punished as well. He could only speak vaguely. “It’s nothing. It’s nothing. It’s not that bad! He can walk. Wei Wuxian, why haven’t you gotten off yet?”

It's no wonder WWX is so impressed by LWJ's integrity in spite of his social status, when he's clearly used to the other dynamic :

“Lan Zhan, I really admire you,” Wei Wuxian said sincerely. “After I told you that you had to punish yourself too, you actually did it. You didn’t let yourself off at all. I can’t argue against that.”

A dynamic which is shown repeating in the Lotus Pod Extra where WWX is the only one to get punished for sunbathing, and which repeats here when Wei Wuxian here stops jiang cheng from confronting Zixuan over YanLi's honor (and jc's) and does it himself.

Zixuan :“Why don’t you ask what about her could make me satisfied?” he said in return.

Suddenly, Jiang Cheng rose. Wei Wuxian pushed him away and stepped between them, smiling coldly. “You think you’re very satisfactory? As though you have the right to be so picky!”

Zixuan: “If she’s unhappy, then let her break off the engagement! I certainly don’t cherish your wonderful disciple-sister. If you cherish her so much, why don’t you take it up with your father? Doesn’t he love you more than his own son?”

After hearing the last sentence, Jiang Cheng’s eyes narrowed, and Wei Wuxian was no longer able to contain his own fury. He flew at Jin Zixuan, his fist raised.

WWX takes the punishment alone. Same way he offers to do when he hurts himself falling from a tree because jc threatened him with dogs. meanwhile jc is gleeful to see him being punished.

[Wei Wuxian] was kneeling on the stretch of pebble road to which Lan Qiren had assigned him when Jiang Cheng walked over from afar and mocked him. “You’re kneeling so obediently.”

“It’s not like you don’t know I have to do this all the time.” Wei Wuxian’s voice filled with schadenfreude. “But this Jin Zixuan guy, there’s no way he hasn’t been pampered and spoiled rotten since birth. No one’s ever forced him to kneel, I’m sure of it. If he doesn’t wind up crying for mommy and daddy today, I’m not named Wei.”....

Wei Wuxian "...It’s a good thing you didn’t do anything.”

“I was going to. If you hadn’t pushed me away, the other side of Jin Zixuan’s face would be hideous too.”

“Stop it. His face is uglier for being lopsided."

WWX is happy to have spared jc from getting into trouble but jc makes the whole thing about himself anyway (like everything else ever) and is upset JFM would rush over for WWX - in his mind. Even though JFM clearly had to rush over to meet with Jin Guangshan not to coddle WWX in any way.

"Jiang Fengmian had never rushed to another clan in less than a day because of him. Regardless of whether what happened was big or small, or good or bad." Never

WWX on the other hand tries to be observant of jc's feelings and reassure him & distract him from his moods :

When Wei Wuxian saw Jiang Cheng’s melancholy expression, he thought he was still upset with what Jin Zixuan said. “You should leave. You don’t need to keep me company any longer. If Lan Wangji comes again, he’ll catch you. If you have time, you should find Jin Zixuan and watch his pitiful kneeling.”

Later in the book after nearly dying in the Xuanwu cave WWX leaves his sick bed to run after jc and comfort him after his mother's rant, even though WWX had to listen to his parents (and himself) being slandered by YZY. jc doesn't spare any thoughts for how other people might be feeling or suffering. His entire perception of the world is centered around himself. To him even WWX's greatest fear doesn't generate empathy, only amusement or later on a form of torture.

From that point onward, they made trouble everywhere together, and if they encountered a dog, Jiang Cheng would always chase it away for him, then enjoy a peal of derisive, unbridled laughter at Wei Wuxian’s expense beneath whichever tree the boy had leapt atop.

he grew up on the streets, often having to fight for food with vicious dogs. After several bites and chases, he gradually became extremely scared of all dogs, no matter the size. Jiang Cheng laughed at him because of this quite a lot of times.

This brings me to the last point. jc's resentment of WWX's interest in Lan Zhan, or in a serious friendship outside of him. I see so many ppl say that bc WWX fought he was kicked out of the Cloud Recesses early... but was he?

Jiang Cheng was somewhat taken aback. “Lan Wangji? What was he doing here? He still has the nerve to come see you again?”

“Yeah, I think his bravery is laudable if he still has the nerve to come see me. His uncle probably told him to check on me and see if I was kneeling properly.”

Jiang Cheng’s instincts were sending him ominous signals. “So were you kneeling properly?”

“I was then,” Wei Wuxian replied. “But I waited for him to walk away a bit, then took a tree branch, lowered my head, and dug out a hole in the dirt near me. It’s the pile right by your foot—there are ant tunnels there. It took me so much effort to find them. Anyway, I waited for him to turn back and see my shoulders shaking. He had to have thought I was crying, so he came back and asked. You should have seen his face when he caught sight of the ant tunnels!

“…” Jiang Cheng said, “Why don’t you just get the hell out and go back to Yunmeng? I bet he never wants to see you again.”

Thus, that evening, Wei Wuxian packed up his things, got the hell out, and went back to Yunmeng with Jiang Fengmian.

Repeatedly throught his stay in the Cloud Recesses even while NHS was observing that LWJ's behavior around WWX was strange and unique, jc was telling WWX he is hated and bothersome. When WWX wanted to apologize to LWJ jc is completely dismissive of it :

“He hates me already? I was thinking of apologizing to him,” Wei Wuxian said.

“Oh, so you want to apologize now? It’s too late!” Jiang Cheng said derisively. “He’s exactly like his uncle. He thinks you’ve been wicked ever since you were an embryo, so it’s beneath his dignity to pay you any attention.”

Later on when WWX mentioned wanting to invite LWJ to Lotus Pier jc categorically says no.

“Jiang Cheng had on a stern expression, “Let’s make this clear. I don’t want him to come, anyhow. Don’t invite him.”

BONUS

jc also always doubts WWX. He suspects him immediately of wrongdoings. He doesn't believe that getting hit with the discipline ruler in Cloud Recesses actually hurt him until LXC confirms that WWX might take more than a few days to heal. He doesn't understand WWX is in actual trouble from the Waterborne abyss and assumes he's fooling around luckily Lan Zhan is there to rescue him:

The disciple’s lower body had already been swallowed by the black whirlpool. It spun faster and faster, and he continued to sink deeper and deeper, as though something hidden beneath the water was pulling down on his legs.

Mounted on Sandu, Jiang Cheng had risen calmly until he was about sixty meters above the whirlpool before he looked down. Filled with displeasure at what he saw, he shouted and dove down. “What are you up to now?!”

The suction force inside Lake Biling grew ever stronger. Wei Wuxian’s sword was optimized for agility, and consequently, its strength happened to fall just short, and they were nearly pulled to the surface of the lake. Wei Wuxian steadied himself and held on to Su She with both hands.

“Someone help! If I can’t pull him up soon, I’ll have to let go!” he shouted.

Suddenly, the back of Wei Wuxian’s collar tightened, and his body was lifted into the air. He twisted his neck and saw Lan Wangji holding him up with one hand.

He maintains this same mindset when he tries to whip LWJ and WWX as they're attempting to leave Lotus Pier after the ancestral hall confrontation when WWX passes out.

Is jc evil in the Cloud Recesses ? No. He's just an annoying, basic, disagreeable asshole who doesn't bring anything positive to someone like WWX. People like jc become obsessed with kind, outgoing, generous people, people who don't set boundaries on what they give and what others take in their friendships. Even though they're dependent on them for their social interactions, because who else would socialize with them willingly, they resent them in equal measure, but at the same time they wouldn't be drawn to another selfish, self centered piece of shit person like themselves.

On a personal note, even Cloud Recesses jiang cheng is someone I would exclude from any personal friend group. Friendship with him is adding a minefield of jealousies and snide comments to every interaction. Things that then others will need to compensate around because he won't compromise or empathize w issues outside of his own concerns.

Translation source : x

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Serotonin - Sero x F!Reader

Serotonin is thought to regulate mood, anxiety, and happiness in our bodies.

italicized text is meant to be spanish, however, I don’t speak spanish, and I didn’t want to try to google translate and it be wrong. Latin sero is KING though.

Nobody ever wants to be a cliche, right? But here you were being one. You became roommates with Hanta Sero a little over a year ago, and you slowly fell in love with him, irrevocably in love with him, but you were determined to suffer through it because you were sure that he would never feel the same. He was a HERO for crying out loud, a damn good one. He could have anyone he wanted, with his neat quirk that may or may not bring about not so safe thoughts, at times, and his spanish accent that would make any man or woman drop their pants, especially when he was mad, but it wasn’t just that. He was caring, always trying to save the day and people. He would give someone the shirt off his back if they needed it, it’s just who he was. He was loving, especially towards his friends and family, if the pictures hung all over the two bedroom apartment that you guys shared were any indication, even if one of those friends was a blonde asshole who was the epitome of anger in human form. He was everything you wanted, and all the things you never thought you needed all wrapped up in one person. It wasn’t really a problem, living with him while being in love with him. He didn’t date because he was too busy with hero work, so you didn’t have to see him with other women, or even think about him possibly being with someone else, until today. 

Today, you woke up like any other day. You ate the same breakfast. You did the same morning routine, except when you walked out of your room, you walked into sero arguing with someone over the phone, in spanish. You could tell it was an argument because of the language his body was using.

 “I know his ideas are normally bad, but I can not think of any other viable option, Kirishima. I need these feelings to go away, look at her and look at me, she 's perfect and she deserves someone just as perfect.” 

He angrily hung up the phone and drug his fingers through his hair in frustration, and that’s when you decided to pipe up to let him know that you were in the room with him. 

“Hanta, are you okay?” You said making him jump in surprise, and he turned to you, forcing a smile on his face, but you could tell it was forced. 

“Everything’s fine. I was just talking with Kaminari and Kirishima, and they said something stupid that set me on edge, that’s all. Anyways, Goodmorning Sweetheart.” You felt your body flush at the usual pet name that he gave you, it always made your heart flutter. You smiled brightly at him. 

“Goodmorning Cellophane.” You teased at his hero name. He rolled his eyes and scanned the room, searching for something. You could tell he found it when his eyes lit up like a christmas tree. He sighed in relief, picking up the hero belt that he had finally found after searching for it the whole time while he was on the phone, but it was just his luck for it to be hiding in plain sight. 

“I’ll be out later tonight than usual, so we won’t be able to watch movies like we usually do on friday nights. Sorry Sweetheart.” He said with his back turned to you. Your heart dropped to your feet. You always looked forward to the movie nights that became a ritual for you and him. If you didn’t know better, you’d consider them dates. 

“Oh? Work Event?” You asked with curiosity, wondering what could drag him away from movie night, knowing it had to be something related to work. 

“No, not this time. Kaminari has set me up on a date with a girl he knows, and I told him I’d go. Give dating a shot, y’know, get back out there in the field.” He rambled out, but you weren’t paying any attention. As soon as the word “date” left his mouth, your heart crumbled after each word thereafter. You forced a smile onto your face while your heart broke into a thousand pieces while screaming at you to stop him, tell him how you feel, but you let it break and silenced its screams, letting your brain convince you that it was not a good idea. Letting him know you had feelings for him could mess everything up, and you loved hanta, loved living with him, loved being his friend. You didn’t want to ruin that.

“That’s great, Hanta. I am so happy for you.” You were not happy. You knew you should be. If this was what he wanted, you should be happy for him, but you weren’t. You wanted him to want you, wanted him to love you.

“Yeah. I think it might be a good thing. Everyone needs someone to love them and be loved in return, right?” Yes. Yes they did. 

“Right!” You said with enthusiasm that you could only hope sounded genuine. He smiled at you one last time before he walked out the door, headed to work as a hero.

Once you knew he was gone, you sighed, but it came out shaky and before you knew it, you were crying, sobbing really. You felt this sharp pain through your heart as if something was squeezing and would not let go. You knew in that moment, you were experiencing real heartbreak, and the only thing to do when you’re heart broken? Call your best friend. 

It rang twice before she picked up, and if you weren’t so upset, you’d smile because you knew you could always count on the ever reliable Mina Ashido.

“Yo Bestie.” She said as she answered, her typical nonchalant greeting for answering your calls. You opened your mouth to say something to her, but all that came out was a sob. 

“I’ll be there in ten.” She said without you having to say anything, hanging up the call quickly to get to you. You let your phone fall out of your hand, clattering to the floor. How could everything go to hell so fast? You were living peacefully with the man you were secretly in love with, with no problems in sight, now he was going on a date, and it felt like the end of the world. 

She made it in eight. She came into your apartment with you on the couch sobbing, hardly able to catch your breath. 

“What Happened, Y/N?” She asked, quietly, needing to know what the problem was, so she could hopefully fix it, hating to see her best friend in this condition.

“H-h-he’s g-g-going on a-a-a da-a-a-te.” You stuttered out between your sobs. You didn’t say a name, but you didn’t have too. The thing was that your feelings towards Sero was evident to everyone but him, and apparently Kaminari who kept trying to set him up with girls, and his feelings for you were evident to everyone but you. 

“He told you that?” She said to you, all you could do was nod. 

“And you’re letting him?” She asked, making you look at her. What did she mean letting him? You didn’t have a choice in the matter of whether or not he goes out on a date. You weren’t his girlfriend, just someone that was hopelessly, desperately in love with him, who happened to be his roommate. It was like she could read your mind, and maybe she could, you had been friends since you were kids, friends throughout highschool, even though you weren’t at UA or in a hero course. She’s the reason that you were able to score this roommate when you were desperate to get out of your family home. She’s the reason you were able to meet Hanta at all. 

“N/N, you have two options here, and I am going to tell you what they are, honestly, with no sugar-coating bullshit. You can let him go out on this date, ignore your feelings forever, be insanely upset as you watch him maybe fall in love with this nameless, faceless girl, or maybe he won’t, but then there will be another one after her, and another, until he finds “the one,” and you can wallow in all the “what if?” scenarios you can come up with about your feelings towards him and how it might’ve played out if you had just said something, or you can open your eyes, and see that you are “the one” for him, and say something to him. Tell him how you feel. Then nothing has to change. He will either let you down gently because he’s not an asshole like our neighborhood #1 hero that is also an angry pomeranian, he’s SERO for crying out loud. He’s either gonna let you down gently, or he’s gonna return your feelings, but it’s a chance that you’re gonna have to take because I know you. You’ll regret it, in the long run, if you never tell him.” She took a deep breath after that monologue. Your tears continuously dried up as the words poured out of her mouth, and you felt silly. Why were you so scared to begin with? Was it rejection? She was right. Sero wouldn’t be harsh if he didn’t return your feelings. Was it the fear of change? What would really change if you confessed? You’d still be friends, if he didn’t feel the same, and you’d still be roommates, even if it’d be awkward for awhile. 

That’s when you decided. You were going to tell him how you felt. You were going to take a leap of faith and just go for it. Mina was all about living carefree and with no regrets, and she was right, when you thought about it. You would definitely regret not telling him.

You nodded at her and gave her a small smile.

“I’ll do it.” 

She sat down beside you.

“What’s the plan then?” She asked with a mischievous smirk on her face, and seeing that, you couldn’t help but match it with one of your own. Sero was certainly the love of your life, but Mina was undoubtedly your soulmate, two halves of the same hole.

“So here’s the plan…” You told her what your plan was, and she nodded along with you, agreeing with your plan, piping up when she thought something needed tweaking, and you two had a solid, doable plan almost an hour later. She left you to your own devices because she was on hero duty tonight, and she needed some semblance of rest to be able to protect the citizens at full potential.

You got dressed for the occasion and watched the clock until you knew he was almost due to clock out, and you called him.

Ring. Ring.

“Princesa. Are you okay? You never call me when I’m at work unless something is wrong.” He rushed out, answering after only two rings. Your heart soared when he called you a princess in spanish, and then it twisted in horror thinking that if you didn’t do this, that he’d call someone else that, or at the least, cease calling you that because what girl wants their boyfriend calling another girl “princess?” 

“... I’m actually not okay, Hanta. I know you have a date, but can you come home before you go? I really need you.” You inhaled and exhaled slowly, trying to keep your breathing even from all the nerves in your body standing on edge.

“... sure, princesa. I can come home before then. I’ll be there in 20. I just have to turn in paperwork and stuff. Will you be okay till then?” You nodded even though he couldn’t see you and breathed out a “yes” to give him confirmation that you’d be okay for twenty more minutes.

You hung up with him and stood up, started pacing back and forth while looking at the clock. You were actually gonna do this. This was a pivotal moment. After this, there was no going back, only forward. 

Pacing back and forth, time seemed to only drag on making those twenty minutes feel like an hour, until you heard hanta’s keys jingle in the slot, unlocking the door. 

“N/N? Where are you?” He said as he opened the door, not noticing you in the small living room. You looked at him, and your heart clenched, in the best way. He was so beautiful. He looked tired from a day of hero work. His hair was still wet from taking a shower at the hero office, like he always did, hating coming into the apartment smelly and sweaty. 

“I’m right here, Hanta.” You said making him snap his gaze to you.  He looked you up and down, probably checking to see if you were physically okay, and when he noticed that nothing was physically wrong with you, he gave you a curious look.

“You’re not hurt?” 

“I am. It’s just not a wound you can see.” you replied to him, trying to strain a smile, but not quite making it work. 

“I don’t -” He started but you shook your head.

“Do you know her name?” You asked, words tumbling out of your mouth without you really being able to think about them.

“Who?” Sero said, clearly not realizing you were talking about the girl he was supposed to go out with tonight.

“Do you know what she looks like? Is she prettier than me?” You asked, making his look grow even more confused.

“I -” He went to say something, but you continued on with your tirade, not being able to stop the words coming out of your mouth now.

“I sat here today, and I just thought, how has he not noticed? Has he, and just chose to ignore it, but you’re not that kind of person, you wouldn’t blatantly ignore someones’ feelings. You’re a hero, acknowledging people and their feelings is a part of that job, but then you told me you were going on a date today, and my world stopped. It literally stopped because I was okay with it being unnoticed as long as nothing changed, but you dating changes everything hanta because I can’t just stand by and watch the man that I am hopelessly in love with, who just so happens to be my roommate, go on a date with someone that’s not me. Not without telling him how I feel. I don’t want to live the rest of my life with unanswered questions and thoughts about what could happen.” You sighed. Taking a breath, looking at him as you did, seeing him with wide eyes and an open mouth. He opened and closed his mouth as if to say something, but you could tell he wasn’t sure what to say. 

“I love you, Hanta Sero. I love the way you care about people in your life and people you don’t even know. I love the way you try to make sure I am okay when you get home, even though you’re the one that is out there saving lives every single day. I love the way your eyes crinkle and you have a little dimple when you smile, and I mean really smile. I love the sound of your laugh. I love the way you smell when we cuddle on the couch while watching movies because I get cold so easy. I love the way you play with my hair when you think I’ve fallen asleep during the movie, when the truth is that I just pretend because I don’t want you to stop. I love how smart you are and how you continue to surpass everyone’s beliefs about you because you’re so great and no one ever sees that, always doubting you. I see that though. I see you, Hanta, and I love you just the way that you are.” You were so into your thoughts and feelings that you weren’t even aware of the huge smile that had made its way onto his face. You just kept talking.

“I know I’m not the greatest. I get upset easily, and I’m not the smartest. I’m not athletic, and I’m a decent cook, but nothing noteworthy, and there are probably so many people that would be better for you, who could love you better, take better care of you while you’re out there saving the world, but instead of dating someone that you don’t even know, that KAMINARI picked out, is it so far fetched that you never even consider dating me, when I was right here, all along? Was I not even a thought? No matter. I’m here. I’m pouring out my feelings, despite my intense fear of you rejecting me, and I’m asking you, pleading with you to pick me. Pick me, hanta. Choose me. LOVE ME. If you just do that, if you just choose me, I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you that you made the right decision, that I’m worthy of your love. That I -” You were cut off by the feel of lips slamming onto yours, words dying in your throat as the band that was stretching so tight, finally snapped. You had kissed guys before, but it had never felt like this, no one’s lips had ever felt like they were made just for yours, but his did. They fit together with yours perfectly, in sync, as the kiss went on and on, and you never wanted it to end, but it did. He slowly pulled his lips away and took a breath.

“Please. Stop talking. I wouldn’t want to choose anyone else. How have we both been hopelessly in love with the other and never noticed each other’s feelings?” He breathed out. His words made your stomach flutter with butterflies and instead of tears or sobbing, laughter, unadulterated laughter, flew out of your mouth, making him laugh along with you.

“I guess we’re both blind when it comes to feelings, huh?” You asked, smirking, and he nodded as he leaned in to kiss you again, and everything melted away, your brain flooding with serotonin.

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Leave the light on

Summary: Sleeping with the lights out seemed like a thing all the people do. So you told him how you struggled with it, after you almost fell asleep at a stake out he made sure you would feel safe from now on. 

Pairing: Javier Peña x OFC (unnamed reader, you)

Wordcount: 1.4k

Warnings: Fear of darkness, Reader has a light panic attack 

A/N: Thanks to the anon the other day I had this plot bunny. Also the Spanish in this is thanks to the google translator so if it’s wrong I'd be thankful if anyone points it out to me

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“Where is Murphy?” Were the first words you heard when Javi got into your car.

“Hello to you too.” You smiled.

“Sorry. Hola mi pequeña.” He smiled back.

“Stop calling me that.” You rolled your eyes and shook your head. “I’m not that small.”

“Yes you are.” He grinned.You couldn’t see his eyes.

“New sunglasses?” You asked. He nodded.

“Steve had to stay home. Something with Olivia. So you have to spend your night with me.” You winked. He chuckled.

“Again? Seriously.” He playfully groaned, though the smile on his face never left.

“Yeah I know. Worst company ever.” You joked before you started the engine and drove with him away.

One of Escobar’s associates was supposed to have some kind of meeting in the restaurant across from the hotel you and Javi were now staying in. You were supposed to watch them. Back up was on call if needed but it was supposed to be an easy job.

“You sure this is just a hotel?” You asked when you came back from the reception where you got something to drink.

“Yeah. Why?” Javi turned around from the window where he was sitting. He had taken off his sunglasses and his blue shirt, leaving him in only his white undershirt. Of course you were attracted to him. You had eyes and Javier Peña was a handsome man. But he not only had a reputation, but was a colleague.

“Because there are prostitutes downstairs and they’re renting out rooms by the hour. You should have seen the managers face when I told him, we’re staying the whole night.” You shook your head. Handing Javi one of the beers you saw his eyes wander up your body. Crossing your arms in front of your chest you looked at him with an eyebrow raised. Waiting.

“You’re too pretty to be a prostitute pequeña.”

“What makes you think that I am the prostitute in this scenario, Peña?” You challenged, ignoring the fact that he called you pretty.

He laughed. “True. Sorry.” He cheered his beer towards you.

Sometime during your stake out Javi went out to get some food and brought you not only the most delicious Arepas you had ever had but ice cream for dessert. How did he know your favorite ice cream flavour?

Both eating your food in silence you watched how men arrived at the restaurant across the street.

“They’re here.” Javi whispered. Nodding you took your camera out to get some pictures.

“How do we know about this again?” You asked.

“Murph got a call earlier today and thought we should check it out. Apparently he was right.” You looked at him, as he ran a finger over his lip, looking across the street. Shaking your head to get your thoughts straight you looked back, taking various pictures of the men meeting. You had never seen their faces before. It was moments like these where your fight against this whole system seemed hopeless. Everytime you thought you knew of the people involved, new people showed up. It wasn’t helpful that the police in this town were more than suspicious about everything any american offered to help.

“Who the fuck are these people?” You whispered.

“No fucking idea.” He groaned. You would later, much later find out that one of the men was indeed the mexican they called the godfather.

It was close to 4 am when Javi nugged your side.

“Go to bed. I’ll keep watch.”  He said quietly. You were about to protest when a big jawn interrupted you, making Javi chuckle.

“Aren’t you tired?” You asked.

“No. Now come on.” He nodded towards the bed, making you sigh.

“Okay.” You took the blanket he had lay across your shoulders with you as you went to bed.

“I’m gonna wake you up in the morning. I don’t think anythings gonna go down over there tonight.”

“But we have some more faces to add to the list of never ending drug carrusel.” You sighed, laying down.

“Yeah. It fucking sucks. But we can’t do anything about it right now, so sleep.” He got up from his seat at the window to switch the lights off.

Closing your eyes before you heard him switch them off you tried to remain calm. He didn’t know about your silly fear of the dark. Maybe you could trick yourself into thinking it wasn’t dark by keeping your eyes closed. Your conscience had other plans. You felt your heartbeat getting faster, your breathing too.

This couldn’t be happening. Not with Javi in the room.

“You okay over there?” You heard him ask. You shook your head, unable to answer, not opening your eyes as you tried to calm down. You didn’t notice how Javi got up from his seat in front of the window and walked over to you. You jumped when you felt his hands on your arm.

“Hey....” He was close. Slowly you opened your eyes, thankful that he must have turned the light on, his face illuminated by the lamp on the bed side table, concern in his eyes.

“Breathe with me okay?” He whispered. You nodded, looking into his eyes as he breathed with you. Closing your eyes you breathed in deep before you opened them again. Concerned he looked down at you.

“You okay?” He asked quietly. ‘I am now’ you wanted to say, instead you nodded.

“Okay.” He squeezed your arm. “I’ll be just over there, okay?” He gestured to the chair in front of the window. You nodded again and watched as he got up to his feet and reached for the light switch.

“No. Leave them on.” You said. Javi stopped and turned to look down at you.

“I’m… I’ll always keep them on when I sleep.” You whispered. Nodding he sucked his bottom lip in before he turned and went back to his spot at the window.

You thought he would ask some questions but he didn’t.

“I’ve been scared of darkness since my father used to lock me up in the dark basement to punish me when I was little.” You said after a while into the quiet. You heard Javi breathe out, before he turned his head towards you.

“He did it for years and now I can’t sleep when it’s dark. Silly.. I know.” You closed your eyes.

“It’s not silly. It’s a trauma. And you’re incredibly strong for dealing with it the way you do.” He said quietly. Shuddering you breathed out, opening your eyes and nodded at him with a little smile.

“Now sleep. You’re safe here.” He said quietly. You didn’t hear the “with me” he added whispering.

You didn’t know when you fell asleep. And you didn’t know that Javi watched over you until he was sure that you were indeed, asleep. Everytime he thought he knew everything about you he learned something new. When this was all over, he hoped you would say yes if he asked you out.

When you woke up in the morning you saw Javi sitting, leaned against the wall next to the window, his eyes closed. He must have fallen asleep himself. Smiling a little you watched him sleep. He looked so relaxed and you wondered, what it would feel like to run your fingertips over his nose. Under different circumstances you would have asked him out a long time ago. But you couldn’t risk losing your focus on the end goal. Catching Escobar. But maybe one day…

“Are you watching me sleep?” His eyes fluttered open, looking in your direction. You shook your head.

“You wanna get out of here, get breakfast and drop the pictures off at the station, before I drop you off at home?” You asked him.

“But you have to help me up. I’m too old for sleeping on the floor.” He groaned. Chuckling you got out of bed, stretching your muscles before you walked over to him. He smiled when you reached out your hands to him. His fingers wrapped around yours and you helped him up, losing the balance but never falling, because he kept holding on to you. You were close to him when you found your balance, inhaling his scent. Closing your eyes for just a little moment to dream about what maybe could have been you smiled.

“Coffee 's on me Peña.” You said, looking up at him.

“This time.” He winked, squeezing your hand once before he let go.

[hikarimiyanaga]

I'll Always Be Yours (Part 3)

Part 1

Part 2

Third Song : Sa Ngalan ng Pag-Ibig (In the name of love)

A/N : I didn’t realize that the end of the song was literally just the chorus twice despite listening to it for years now. Damn.

A little bit late but updating again which is more than I can say about some things that I'm writing.

Eh.

Also, forgot to add that the Italicized words are the lyrics that are translated. From google. Because my mind doesn't like translating when it doesn't need to.

Warning : Angst

How long will I wait as if no one will replace you

Wherever you are, my heart cries out for you even now

-

You’re sitting on a bench with Silvia and she hums as you sketch the pond in front of you.

“So did you find her?” Silvia asks and you drop your pencil as you flinch. You hum in confirmation and she takes your pencil before it drops to the ground. “Really? Where is she then?” Silvia twirls your pencil in her hand.

“Probably with her boyfriend.” Silvia stops and you take your pencil from her and begin sketching.

“God… did she-?”

“Silvia.” You say sharply and Silvia nods. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”

“Okay.” You hum.

-

You smile as you see videos of her saving people. The Battle of New York really did wonders for them. One video catches your eye… it was about you and her.

It was by a fan of yours who saw the similarities between the redheads in your paintings and Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow herself.

“It seems that Master Y/N knew miss Romanoff.” You scoff. Knew is a big understatement. You didn’t just know her. You loved her. Every single fiber of your being is buzzing when you see her. When she cries or has a nightmare, you were there for her. “Because the redhead portraits are so popular in Russia. She always donates these portraits despite news that people offered her ridiculous prices for it.” You sigh. It is true. The biggest offer was 20 million dollars and you didn’t even flinch when you said no. After all, you meant it what you told that curator. People shouldn’t monopolize the woman who is the love of your life… That’s why you don’t want to either. “People have theorized that they’re maybe ex-lovers? Childhood friends? No one knows but the Master herself. She always rejects interviews and appearances. She always said to let her art speak for itself.” You smile. “And so you can’t argue with me. When you can feel the love from the strokes.” You gulp. Wow, was this kid good. “The way that the master uses colors to portrait Miss Romanoff is nothing but extraordinary so there. Would you do that for a friend?” You shake your head. “Which is why I believe that Y/N is either a big fan of the Black Widow or they were lovers before.”

“Big fan is an understatement.” You mumble.

“Unrequited love is also on the table.” Then it hit you. Oh. Right. Damn. You clench your fist as the video shows Natasha’s portrait inside Louvre.

“It definitely is kid.” You cry. “It definitely is.”

-

If only you had seen the sadness in your smile, one morning you would did not come back

Wake up and when you see the sweetness of yesterday's moment will not return

-

Natasha scoffs at Steve who has his arms crossed. Clint rolls his eyes at them.

They’ve been at it for two days straight. Ever since the mission started, Natasha has been grumpy and is fighting Steve to let her go back.

“What is so important back there, anyway!?” Natasha and Clint glare at Steve.

“Cap, just because you lost Peggy doesn’t mean most of us don’t have anyone anymore.” Steve pales and he stumbles as he tries to apologize. Natasha looks away on the window and imagines you.

-

Natasha hums as she showers. She should call you… but she didn’t have your number. She didn’t know you anymore.

When she first left, she wanted to come back immediately. To remain and to keep loving you.

But you didn’t want her to. When she told you about defecting, you had a sad smile but you approved of it. You didn’t want the red room to control her life anymore and you knew that SHIELD, despite their secrecy and all that, is on the right side of things… Because you’ve met Peggy Carter yourself. The woman herself was friends with your mother and would visit sometimes while you were growing up. She didn’t openly talk about SHIELD but you figured how to listen while no one notices… Yeah, you were a nosy kid. SHIELD is a much better environment for Natalia. No brainwashing, just missions.

-

“Do it.” It floored Natalia how fast you told her to go. Did you not want her anymore? “Natalia, I know them. I’ve met Peggy and she… she was brilliant. Kind. Badass. You know? Just like you.” That made Natalia smile. You kiss her knuckles and smirk. “You should go there instead of here.”

“You don’t like Russia?” You laugh and sit on the bed, your bare chest for Natalia to see.

“No.” You bite her finger lightly. “Not when they hurt the love of my life.”

“I’m the love of your life?” Natalia says, teasing you and you chuckle. You smile at her.

“Right from the start, Nat.” Natalia’s heartbeat faster as you get closer to her. “You’ve got my heart and you never lost it.”

“I love you.” She says softly and you kiss her palm.

“I love you too. Nat. Always.”

-

Natasha wakes up from her memory of you and she sighs. All she wants now is to hold you in her arms.

-

Until the end of our eternity

Until the heart feels nothing

Even after forever

I will wait in the name of love

-

You sigh as you sketch her again. It’s been a month since you said those words to Steve. You’ve followed all of the fan accounts for her and you smile every single time there is a new video of her. You skim through the pages of your pad that’s specially for her and you groan as you realize that there are only a few blank pages left.

“Something wrong?” Silvia asks and you look up to her.

“Nah, just. I’m running out of pages.”

“Isn’t that one reserved for her?” Silvia doesn’t like to mention Natalia’s name anymore so she always just uses her pronouns.

“Yeah.”

“And you already filled it?? The last one was just three weeks ago.” You shrug at her and she gives you your tea.

“Thanks.” You mumble and sip.

“Wanna get one then?” You nod.

“Yeah.”

-

“Will you move on then?” Silvia asks as you paint a landscape.

“Move on from what?”

“From her?” You slowly stop painting and turn to Silvia.

“I don’t think so.” “What? Why?”

“She still makes my heart beat faster, Silvia. You know, like Miyuki does for you?”

“But you’ve already waited 10 years… and she has a boyfriend already.”

“I meant it when I said always to her, Silvia. I’ll wait for her forever.”

“But why?” You grin.

“In the name of love.”

-

Natasha grumbles as Clint drags her away from the apartment that they were living in. The mission has been going on for a month and they were going nowhere except for a few bits.

“Come on. Let’s go and you can tell me all about her.”

“Who?” Clint rolls his eyes as they enter a diner. They sit on a booth by the window.

“Don’t be daft. I know about her. I was there when you left her.” Natasha groans as she hits her head on their table.

“Do you think Tony can find where she is for me?”

“Yeah? If not, we can always blackmail him.”

“Oh. Yeah. Nice.”

“Now, come on. Tell me.”

-

How much longer will I endure, drowning in thought

You were the last one in my dream

You since then, you until now

-

You pant as you hover over her. She smirks as she runs her hand through your bare chest.

“Want to go again?” She asks and you laugh.

“You insatiable minx.” She laughs as you dip to kiss her neck.

“Only for you, Y/N. Only for you.” You smirk at her neck and bite her there. She moans and you begin making love to her again.

-

You gasp as you wake up. It was another memory of Natalia. Ever since you’ve seen her in that mall. All of your memories are attacking you…

“Jesus Christ.” You mumble as you run a hand through your hair. “Damn it.” You look out your window. You sigh as you get off your bed. You get yourself a bottle of water from the kitchen. You were drinking from it when your phone pings. It was another video of Natasha. You smile as you that it was her with a bunch of kids and she was laughing with them. Your phone rings and you see that it’s Silvia.

“What’s up?”

“You sure you wanna hire Miyuki?” You scrunch up your face.

“You don’t want to be with your girlfriend?” “WHAT!? Of course I do!”

“Then why do you keep asking me?” Silvia sighs.

“Never mind. When are we flying out of here?”

“Tomorrow.” You hear her hum. “So get some sleep.”

“Roger, boss.” You toss your phone on your bed and sigh. You get your new sketchpad and begin drawing her again.

-

“Nat. You okay?”

“Yeah… Clint?” Clint hums as they go to the living room of the compound.

“What’s up?”

“Since when does everyone call me Nat?”

“Since from the start… Do you not like it?”

“No. It just reminds me of her.” Clint smiles then drags her to Tony’s lab.

“Then let’s get Stark to find her.”

[zirkkun]

hey Zirk, I came across your underlust reimagined AU a few weeks ago and I gotta commend you on it, it’s great as I love the original underlust story as I think it’s VERY underrated and gets more hate than it deserves. That being said I am very intrigued by your reimagining of this story and it’s had me thinking for the past few weeks. So I thought I’d put on my Sherlock Holmes hat and take a swing at Sans’ backstory since the his story will be the covered in the first chapter. I apologize to both you and Ace if I get anything right or wrong or make any assumptions ;)

So let’s start off with a brief timeline: Sans worked alongside Gaster and Alphys to develop the lust serum to boost the fertility of the underground and raise their population after epidemic of stillbirths. During this time he took in Papyrus and raised him as his brother before an “accident” in the lab which left sans with some permanent ailments. Sans left the royal science team shortly after to look after Papyrus. Sans would go on to be very extroverted and flirtatious with “lots of friends” until a major “disagreement” between him and Grilby occurred at his bar which led Sans to be banned from. Ever since sans has become a recluse barely leaving his home aside for his duties as a sentry, wears layers of cloths despite his past and “looks and feels constantly sick.”

So with all that on the table it doesn’t look like much but thankfully we have the few character bios and more than enough ask’s on behalf of Sans and Papyrus themselves to piece this several solid theories together to form a story.

The first is the failed experiment and the story behind sans supposed illness. We know from the ask blog that Sans got his ailments from a failed experiment with Gaster. And since their primary mission at the time was to boost the fertility of the underground we can assume that Gaster injected Sans with the lust serum. Whether or not sans wanted to or not is not 100% certain but given one of the asks that I translated from wing dings and that one of his dislikes on his bio is “experimentation” it’s reasonable to assume that Gaster injected the serum into sans without his consent and this breach of trust is what led sans to leave the science team. Now as to the reason behind his ailments I can only reasonably speculate but given the serum itself and San’s stated asexuality I believe his side effects are caused by his body rejecting the serum because the serum as nothing be channeled with because he’s not attracted to anyone.

Now with that being said you may wonder; “but in his past he acted similar to his OG lust counterpart, he didn’t look sick other that is magic leaking from his mouth? What led him to look like what he does now to feel constantly fatigued and chills to where simply taking off his coat in an ask caused him to shiver despite him having a lot more layers on?” So my theory is that sans was using sexual encounters to lessen the effects of the serum on his body. While yes he is asexual, but more specifically he’s a “grey-romantic asexual” according to his bio. For those who don’t know what a grey romantic is (because I didn’t either) a google search shows that a grey romantic can be many things they can be someone who; experiences romantic attraction infrequently/weakly, feels attraction in only specific circumstances, fells alienated from romance. However the one that stuck out to me the most is that some grey-romantics “feel romantic attraction but don’t desire a romantic relationship.” This I think fits sans perfectly and supports my theory on his sexual history as in various asks; papyrus stated he “was super popular” and “always with different people everyday” even sans himself has stated that he’s “never felt any genuine feelings towards anything” even confirming his asexuality in an ask and adding on by saying “yeah I’m asexual, but no one believes me because of...well, because of stuff I’ve done in my past.” So all this supports my theory that while San’s can experience sexual attraction, he is unable to experience romantic attraction. Now with all that out of the way we can move on to the final big question; “what happened between him and Grillby?”

Now this question is a lot harder to answer as neither Sans, Grillby, or anyone wants to talk about this in the asks. However if we again look to the character bios and look back on my previous theories we can again piece together a solid idea of what could have happened. We know Sans and Grillby used to be friends as Sans used to frequent Grillby’s strip bar in his past before a major “disagreement” between the two led sans being banned and the two holding major resentment towards one another. This is where the facts end and I had to look deeper and go off of my previous theories and speculate. In Grillby’s bio his dislikes are as follows: Water, long conversations, manipulation, and Sans. Now “manipulation” immediately caught my attention as it’s a very odd dislike to put in a bio as you would assume that everyone would hate being manipulated which led me to believe that these two dislikes (manipulation and sans) are linked. Now with my previous theory on. Sans using sexual encounters to lessen serums affect on his body, I believe sans was using Grillby’s bar to engage in sexual hookups, or even worse and also very reasonable, used Grillby himself for sex as we know Grillby is homosexual. Whichever one it was Grillby caught wind and decided to confront sans about it which led to their “disagreement.” Now what happened for the two to hate each other so much we don’t know. But I believe in the “heat” of the moment (sorry bad pun) . Grillby said or did some not so nice things to sans when he found out before banning him whether he said some mean things, or slapped/struck him we don’t know. But whatever it was it is the reason why sans resents Grillby as much as Grillby resents him. And while he does resent Grillby I think this also showed sans that what he was doing in using people for sex to lessen his illness was wrong which led to him to becoming a depressed recluse. Opting to never engage with anyone so he wouldn’t hurt them like he hurt Grillby. This also explains why his condition has worsened as he’s no longer using sex to dampen the serums affects on his body.

And that’s I got. Now I don’t expect I got everything right so how well DID I do Zirkkun, or Ace? (Ace I’m sorry if I’ve pushed a few buttons pls don’t hurt me)

Oooh I love reading about what people have pieced together and theorized from what I've written!!! ✨✨

I don't want to confirm or deny too much, since this pretty much covers all of the topics that will be discussed in Chapter 1 (once i get around to... writing it........) but I do have to say I'm really impressed with your work!! There's a lot of things right and a lot of things not right, but all in all I'm genuinely super impressed what you've done with the puzzle pieces I've left scattered about.

[steves-on-a-plane]

Spirit Of The Season

Words: 1208 Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Request: “Weeellll I had the idea as I was baking today. That Bucky has a German girlfriend but she doesn't feel like the other avengers accept her, so she starts making Christmas cookies and everything she knows from her home and brings them to the compound. Everyone loves the stuff and they make sure to tell her that they love her already (not only because of her cookies) and that they are happy for Buck as well and he gets really proud to call her his? 😊    - @tieddown-withbattleshipchains​ Summary: Bucky comes homes to find his girlfriend, Reader, has practically turned their kitchen into a German bakery. Reader explains to him that it’s very important that his friends like her and baking is her way of showing love. ❤️❤️ A/N: I’m a 4th generation French-American on both sides of my family. (There’s a nice mix of most Europe and a decent slice of Native American too.) So I didn't have much of a background for traditional German pastries. I tried my best to Google, and also did some rough Google translate for small sections. Hope everything is okay! 

“Mmm so many smells!” Bucky Barnes followed the sweet and spicy scents through the apartment to the kitchen. It seemed you had turned the very small room into a one-woman bakery. Eggs, flower, butter, cinnamon and dozens of other ingredients were laid out on the table. “What exactly am I smelling?”

“Hello mein Schatz.”  You greeted your boyfriend with a large smile. “You may be smelling vanilla, cardamom, rum, chocolate…”

“Yeah, there’s a lot going on here.” He acknowledged. “Are we having a bake sale? I mean there’s cakes, cookies…What is all this, Love?”

“It is Christmas time.” You explained. You covered the dough that you’d just finished kneading so that it could rest.

“Not for another week and even then, we won’t be able to eat all this food.” He reached for a nearby springerle cookie. You lightly swatted at his hand.

“These are not for us!” you told him firmly.

“Are you mailing all of this back home?” He wondered, taking a mental inventory of the desserts. “Food doesn’t usually do well in the mail.”

“No.” You shook your head. “These are German recipes. Oma and Mama will make many of these dishes themselves. They’re the ones who taught the recipes to me. These are for your friends.”

“My…? Do you mean the team?” Bucky asked. “[Y/N], aside from Rogers and maybe Wilson, and that is a very large maybe, they’re not my friends. They’re like my…coworkers.”

“They are more than coworkers.” You disagreed. “Last week you and Clint spent an entire day at the theater watching all the Terminator films. Just yesterday Natasha asked you to help her create a new training plan, did she not?” Bucky nodded; he began to open his mouth to argue his point further, but you stopped him. “They are your friends Bucky. They are your friends which makes them your familie. It is important to me that your familie like me.”

“Like you? Why wouldn’t they?” He questioned.

“I am not strong like Steve or smart like Stark. What I can do is cook. I show my love by cooking. So tomorrow, we will bring all these things to the compound and your friends will love me.” You explained. “Now get out of my kitchen. I still have lots of work to do.” You began waving your hands trying to shoo him out of the kitchen.

“I just want to state again for the record that you do not need to bring my coworkers and friends food for them to like you.” Bucky insisted as he parked his car in the compound’s parking lot.

“Yes, yes.” You ignored him as you stepped out of the car. “You have made your opinion very clear. Help me carry things.” You handed him a stack of Tupperware containers and a loaf of bread wrapped in foil. You loaded your own arms with the remainder of food. The two of you walked into the compound where you bumped into Sam Wilson.

“[Y/N! It’s been a minute!” Sam smiled as soon as he saw you. “I’ve been asking Barnes for a while when he’d take you by to see us again. Is that food? A woman after my own heart.” He placed a hand on his chest to emphasize his words.

“There is plenty for everyone. Will you tell the others?” You asked him.

“I don’t know if I can do that, [Y/N]. If I tell the others they’ll want some and that would mean less for me.” Sam explained. “Bucky brought in some leftovers of that pie you made last month for Thanksgiving, no way I’m willing to share this stuff with the rest of these guys if it’s half as good as that was.”

“You had some of my pie? And you liked it?” You smiled.

“Are you kidding me? That was one of the best pies I’ve ever had! I’m excited to see what else you’ve brought. C’mon,” he waved you on. “Kitchen is this way.”

“Buck! [Y/N]!” Steve and Natasha were heading towards the kitchen from another corridor and they came to meet you just outside of the kitchen door.

“Are those linzer cookies?” Natasha asked pointing to jelly filled cookies with heart shaped cut outs in the center that were visible in one of the containers.

“Well spotted!” You nodded.

“Please tell me those are for us, I would kill for a good homemade cookie and from what Rogers, Wilson and Barnes say your baking is the best.” Nat smiled. You continued to smile proudly.

“Ok, let’s let her at least put everything down first.” Bucky suggested. He stepped into the kitchen and the rest of you followed. Tony, Clint and Rhodey were all in the kitchen already. Tony was fiddling with his expresso machine. Rhodey was cooking bacon and eggs. Clint was leaning against the counter and eating dry cereal straight from the box.

“Oh hey [Y/N]!” Clint was the first to greet you. He popped a handful of cereal in his mouth before setting the box of cereal aside. “It’s been too long, Come here.” He stepped closer to you, holding his arms open for a hug.

“Oh.” You were surprised. You set your stack of baked goods down on the nearest surface so that you were free to hug Clint back.

“I’m glad you’re here!” Clint said as you separated. “The wife and I were just talking about how we’d love to do a double dinner date one night after Christmas.”

“You and your wife would want to spend time with me and Bucky?” You questioned him.

“Of course!” Clint insisted. “We loved hearing your stories about growing up in Germany and Laura has been dying to swap recipes with you. So just let me know when you guys are free and we’ll set something up. Now which one of these do I want to try first?” He gestured to the cakes, cookies and breads in front of him.

“The springerle are my favorite.” Bucky said, opening the container of the aforementioned cookies.

“Hey, [Y/N], never mind the baked goods. Tell Rhodey about the time you tried to steal a reindeer from the zoo!” Tony insisted, sipping from his coffee.

“I told that story at your Christmas party last year, you remembered?” Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

“Of course I was paying attention. It’s every kids dream to take something home from the zoo.” Tony told you.

“Hang I have got to hear this. What happened?” Sam asked.

“I was very little.” You reminded them. “We were here visiting family in America and I thought that the reindeer would fly me back home.” As you recounted the tale of how you managed to remove a reindeer from the petting zoo and get to almost to the main gate of the zoo before anyone realized it, you watched Bucky’s friends. They were listening intently. They laughed and smiled at all the appropriate times. They asked you more questions and when your story was done they asked for more. They shared holiday stories of their own too. After a little while you began to think maybe Bucky had been right all along. The Avengers liked you just fine and already considered you part of their familie.

[ask-the-riders]

Just an ordinary night

So uh... yeah. There's numerous things going on here. To kick everything off, Ret was more than likely under the light of a full moon and now Famine has to deal with the shift in his personality. Meanwhile, Pest and War are getting increasingly awkward because it's movie night, and right in front of them, it's like Ret's a completely different person with one goal: seduce Famine

This bit is mildly suggestive ^^" and I apologize in advance. Ret says some things in Spanish to mess with Fam, he's formed his ecto body, and there's a little grinding at one point, but it doesn't go further than that. Sex is also a subject that's brought up, but it's mostly Pest that's talking/joking about it, because he's being immature and picking on the other riders

On the plus side, Pestilence has a great time being a little shit and teasing not just Ret, but also War (and Death, just a tiny bit)

The rest of the stuff that happens has to do with Death, Connie, and Abrael. Namely,, Connie's way of trying to teach Abrael how to get stronger and be able to use her magic, followed by Connie receiving a bit of a lecture from War on how she needs to take a break from all of it. We also catch just a glimpse of the feelings that Connie still has for Death, too

**I used google translate for a few of Ret's lines, since I myself don't speak the language. Hopefully google translate didn't somehow mess any of it up ^^"

Famine's cheekbones were dusted the faintest shade of faded denim blue and he continued staring straight ahead, intent on watching the movie that everyone had agreed on. Pestilence and War were cuddled up to each other in the spare recliner, with War lying on top of her soulmate, neither one of them the slightest bit uncomfortable.

Retribution had agreed to join in on movie night as well, which was a bit odd to Famine. Usually, he either declined or brought a book and read while everyone else watched the movie. He hadn't brought a book this time though, which was also a bit odd. The shorter of the pair was seated on Famine's lap, snuggled as close to him as possible. Famine had his arms gently wrapped around the former prince, who currently had his face buried in the crook of his neck.

Everything was fine, right up until Famine felt the other begin to kiss along his neck vertebrae, occasionally nipping. At the unexpected sensations, Famine froze in place, his sockets widening the smallest bit. Keeping his voice low as to not disturb Pest and War, Famine mumbled, "Ret?... What're you doin'?..." Retribution's own voice almost sounded like a purr as he murmured back, "Tempting you. Is it working yet?"

The taller rider's blush darkened a small bit and he arched a brow bone, "Ret... seriously. What's up with ya? You've been actin' weird ever since sundown." Retribution hummed softly, remaining completely casual as he began to form his ecto body, "The full moon's out, that's why. I'll explain it better though if you kiss me first~" Famine unconsciously began to fidget, seeming hesitant, "Uhhh... I would, but Pest and War are here. Last time I checked, bein' lovey in front a' people wasn't somethin' you're a fan of."

Retribution made a face, almost pouting as he turned to fully face his partner, now straddling his lap. Feeling the other's formed body beneath his clothes as Ret leaned forward and pressed his chest against him, Famine's blush darkened even further. Immediately noticing this, the former prince laughed softly, his hands gently gripping Famine's shoulders as he began to kiss along his jaw. The taller of the two squirmed again, instinctively moving his hands to hold onto Ret's hips, and Ret let out the smallest gasp in surprise.

Famine briefly met his gaze and the shorter smirked, mischief flickering in his now hooded sockets as he purred, "¿Preferirías que lleváramos esto al dormitorio?~" Famine had no idea what Retribution had just asked, but upon seeing the rather sultry look he was wearing and recognising the language he just spoke as Spanish, Famine's single eye light momentarily vanished, leaving both of his sockets dark. His blush became much more obvious and Ret laughed softly again, clearly amused as he murmured, "It seems you like it when I talk to you like that... That's interesting."

Famine's eye light began to return and Ret smirked again, grinding himself down into his lap, "¿Te prende?" At the sudden pressure in his lap and against part of his pelvis, Famine clenched his jaw shut, trying to bite back a startled groan.

Glancing in their direction curiously, War's eyes immediately widened and her cheekbones burned blue; Unless her eyes were betraying her right now, it looked like Retribution was in the midst of trying to seduce Famine. What in the ever loving fu-

She lightly tapped on her soulmate's sternum with a finger, making sure to get his attention before whispering, "Please tell me you're seeing this too." Pest made a face, visibly confused, and War nodded toward the sofa. Shifting his gaze to the other couple and seeing the position they were in, Pest's cheekbones dusted a soft shade of green and he was silent for a moment before mumbling back, "Well damn... I wonder what's going on with Ret. There's no way in hell he'd actually be ok with doing this in front of anyone."

War sighed, making a face back at him, "Exactly. It looks like it's all him doing it, too. Fam looks like he's kinda just... sitting there and taking it." Pestilence glanced at the pair again and hummed, "Not anymore, it doesn't. Not when Fam's totally caved and is currently swapping saliva with him." The glitch glanced at the pair again and her blush began to spread down to her shoulders, in turn earning a soft chuckle from Pestilence.

Pest sighed after a moment, feigning disappointment, "Too bad that's not us... I'd love to be making out with you right about now." War scoffed, trying to hide a small, embarrassed smile, "Oh please, in this chair? We'd probably end up breaking it." Her soulmate snorted in amusement, rolling his eye lights and grinning. War had really begun to come out of her shell, and he was loving every moment of it.

Catching the sound of a soft moan coming from one of the two skeletons on the couch, War's blush began to glow faintly and she snapped, now feeling completely mortified, "Could you guys maybe NOT do this right now?! Some of us are trying to watch a movie!" The pair on the sofa separated, both of their faces stained with their own respective colors. Famine shifted Ret in his lap, now having the shorter sitting sideways again, and he cleared his throat, shooting a tiny, apologetic smile in Pest and War's direction, "Y-Yeah, sorry 'bout that, guys. Got a little carried away, I guess."

War deadpanned and rolled her eyes, "We noticed that." Sensing the steadily increasing awkwardness in the room, Pestilence arched a brow bone and spoke, "What's going on, anyway? Ret would've never done anything like this before. Not in front of us, at least. Is he doing alright?" Famine shook his head, clearly at a loss, "I have no idea, Pest. He just started comin' onto me outta nowhere, I swear. I didn't do anythin' to encourage him, either."

Pest's gaze shifted to Ret, whose face was now a bright shade of cyan as he looked up at Famine with heart shaped eye lights. Humming, Pestilence tilted his head, "You still with us, Apple Boy?" Retribution made a sound of confirmation and Famine let out a flustered sigh as the former prince moved, once again straddling his lap. Not even bothering to look at Pest and War, he spoke just loud enough to be heard, "Yeah, I'm still here. Obviously." Pestilence cracked a tiny smile, the other's sarcasm giving him a small amount of hope that he was fine, "You're not acting like yourself, dude. Are you feeling ok?..."

Ret made a face, wrapping his arms around Famine and hugging his head, pressing the taller rider's face into his chest, "For crying out loud, Pest, I'm FINE." At his face being pressed into his smaller partner's chest and feeling the soft ecto beneath his clothes, Famine's blush darkened several shades. Pestilence decided to push the issue, "Ret, come on. This isn't like you. Since when have you ever been the type to make out with someone with other people in the room?"

The former prince scoffed, appearing very minutely embarrassed as he pouted, "I'm fine, I swear. Is there really something so wrong about me being affectionate with the one I love?" War's brow bones lifted at the wording he used and she jumped into the conversation, "'The one you love'? What is this, a sudden declaration of love to him? This REALLY isn't like you." Ret shot a look at the glitch and she unconsciously shrunk back under his stare.

Absentmindedly petting Famine's skull, mindful of his head injury, Retribution let out a deep sigh, beginning to grow agitated, "He's my Honey Badger. If I feel like declaring my love for him, I will!" Pestilence immediately caught the nickname Ret had used to refer to Famine, and he grinned mischievously, a teasing tone to his voice, "Wait, wait, wait. Hold on. You're his cute little firefly, and suddenly, he's also your big handsome honey badger? That's great, oh my god."

Retribution scowled at the teasing, beginning to tremble the smallest bit. Feeling the former prince's trembling, Famine frowned, immediately becoming concerned as he spoke, his voice muffled, "Ya ok, Moonbeam?... You're shakin' like a leaf." Instantly refocusing his attention on his partner, Retribution released his head, sliding down his body to affectionately nuzzle the side of his face before making a sound of uncertainty, "They're giving me a hard time, Famine. All because I'm trying to show you how much I love you." Famine sighed, his expression softening, "...Should we turn in for the night, then? We can go back ta my room and crash. Or yours, if you'd like that better."

Retribution immediately gave an answer, nodding his head eagerly, "I'd love that a lot... It'd be really nice to have you in bed with me again." Famine smiled softly, his grin turning sheepish as Ret leaned closer and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. The former prince was quiet for a moment before he delicately placed a hand on Famine's chest and lowered his voice to a purr, just as he'd done a little bit ago, "Por favor hazme el amor esta noche también, Famine."

Famine still had no idea what Ret was saying, but damn, he'd be lying if he said it wasn't doing something to him. He cleared his throat, smiling sheepishly, "Ret... c'mon. Ya know I don't speak Spanish. If ya want somethin', you're gonna have ta tell me again in English so I can understand." Retribution made a face, looking shy as he slowly nodded again and glanced away from his taller partner. Now much more interested in what was going on with the pair, War and Pest exchanged glances, both silent as they tried to listen in and hear what was being said.

Retribution squirmed, his brilliant cyan blush spreading down to his shoulders. He seemed to hesitate for a moment before speaking, his voice only slightly louder than before, "I...I was asking you to make love to me tonight, too. If you'd be ok with that, I mean." Famine's eye light momentarily extinguished and his face somehow erupted into an even brighter blush than before.

Pestilence and War's faces were now also stained with their respective colors as War suddenly choked on air, her body jolting. Pest snorted in amusement, gently caressing War's side in an attempt to soothe her as she worked on recovering from what she'd just heard. Retribution's form twitched in surprise as War choked on air, his sockets widening the smallest bit. Famine took a deep breath, trying to collect himself as Ret cuddled close to him again.

Just as War began to catch her breath and breathe normally again, Pest lightly nudged her, a stupid grin plastered on his face as he teased her, speaking louder than necessary, "So what do think, War? Should we have sex tonight?" War screeched, her body beginning to glitch harder than usual as she pulled away from her soulmate and lightly swatted at him, visibly mortified, "OH MY GOD, PEST, COULD YOU NOT CONSTANTLY TRY TO EMBARRASS ME?!"

Pestilence erupted into a fit of giggles, completely unapologetic, "Aw come on, you're so cute when you're embarrassed though, babe!" War growled, her threads snatching a pillow off the couch beside Famine. Once the pillow was within reach, the glitch roughly smacked Pestilence with it, "I'm warning you, Pest. I'm about two seconds away from smothering you to death with this pillow!" Pest wiggled his brow bones in a suggestive manner and playfully cooed, "That's unfair, babe. If you're gonna kill me, can I at least be suffocated by your ecto instead?" War shifted, landing another smack with the pillow to Pest's face, "Are you seriously asking that right now?! There's no way in hell I'd reward this kinda behavior, mister!" Pest laughed, reaching around his soulmate to lightly swat her rear, in turn earning another screech from her.

While the pair of soulmates went back and forth, Famine sighed deeply and shook his head, wearing a tiny smile with one of his arms loosely wrapped around Retribution. Ret remained pressed as close to him as possible, attempting to hide his face out of immense embarrassment. Wanting to spare his partner of any further teasing, Famine gathered him up into his arms and stood, beginning to carry him back to his room. Just as the pair slipped out of the living room, Death appeared, looking utterly exhausted as he began to glide across the room, seeming to float.

Settling on the now vacant sofa and stretching out, he let out a soft sigh of relief, practically sinking into the softness of the cushions. Seeing the reaper, Pestilence called out to him, still wearing a wide grin, "What about you, D? You gonna get laid tonight, too?" War spat out a small string of expletives at Pest, and Death only looked at him with a raised brow bone, his expression otherwise blank, "Excuse me?" Before Pest had the chance to reply, War pushed the pillow over his face to muffle his voice before speaking over him, "Feel free to ignore him. He's just being an idiot right now."

Death hummed in acknowledgement, letting his sockets drift shut, "I gotcha. May I ask why he chose this particular subject?" Pestilence jabbed his soulmate in the side, not quite hard enough to hurt, but only to make her loosen her grip on the pillow. As she let out a surprised yelp, he stole the pillow from her, placing it behind his head as his grin became mischievous again, "Maybe you should go ask Fam and Ret. I'm sure they'd have an answer for ya."

Death let out a low, long hum, the sound completely monotone. As he pieced together what Pestilence meant, he cracked one of his eyes open the smallest bit and sighed again, "I'm just gonna assume I know what they're probably doing right now." War made a soft sound, trying to push away her annoyance as she questioned the reaper, "Do you know what's going on with Ret? He's been acting really weird. Like... way more openly affectionate, and he was being super casual about attempting to seduce Famine when they were here with us."

Lying down and making himself comfortable, Death shrugged his shoulders, "The full moon's out. From what I know, that does something to him. Being more lovey is to be expected, but trying to seduce Famine?... He must've been outside under the direct moonlight or something. I don't really get how it works, but eh. As long as he's not being an ass and causing problems, I don't care what he does."

The front door opened and Conquest made her way inside, muttering to herself as she tugged Abrael inside after her, her orange magic closing the door. The former pirate appeared unconscious, not moving or speaking, and Conquest was very obviously less than impressed, one of Abrael's arms over her shoulders while one of her own was firmly wrapped around the other woman's waist as she used her body to support the other's weight.

Naturally, Pestilence was the first to speak, "Well damn. What'd you do to her, Connie? She looks pretty roughed up." Conquest let out a deep sigh, shifting Abrael and settling on hoisting her up into her arms, her magic appearing again to make it easier to carry her, "We've been training for a while, and I've been trying to teach her how to use magic and conjure things." She was silent for a moment, glancing at the former pirate and furrowing her brow bones, "Perhaps I should've started off slower and allowed her more time to work on the warm-ups."

War tilted her head, arching a brow bone, "Was she slacking off again or something?..." Annoyance seemed to very briefly take over Connie's expression, before it quickly faded to exhausted acceptance, "Yeah... As usual. It still hasn't dawned on her that she needs to be taking this whole thing seriously. I've tried approaching it from every possible angle, but so far, nothing's worked." The glitch made a face, able to sense Conquest's frustration, "...Y'know what, Connie? You're taking a break from training her. I'll take over for a while."

Conquest was surprised at War's words, both of her brow bones lifting, "War, that's very kind of you, and I really appreciate it, but I-" War growled lowly in agitation, and Conquest stopped speaking. Whenever War made that sound and had that look on her face, the conversation was officially over. There'd be no more debating the issue unless she wanted to risk upsetting the glitch, and Conquest wasn't about to take that chance. She trusted War enough to leave Mortem with her every so often, but at the same time, she knew what those blue threads of hers could do. Maybe she hadn't seen the full extent of what they were capable of, but she'd heard stories from the others.

She knew that, much like with Error's threads, their purpose was to capture and ensnare targets, right before shattering their souls. Connie knew War would never do that, but with her temper, sometimes it worried her a bit.

War had made the offer to take over training Abrael for a while so that Connie could take a break from it and rest, if need be. She was concerned for her, in her own roundabout way, but Connie understood, and she was thankful. Offering the glitch a soft smile, she sighed, "Alright then... If you're sure it won't be a problem, then go for it. I appreciate it very much." War hummed, "Yeah, sure... I know that you're trying to help Abrael get stronger so she's more capable of handling herself, but you're not taking into consideration what all the extensive training is doing to you, too. Nobody here wants to see you push yourself too hard and get hurt."

Conquest's disposition seemed to soften and her cheekbones flushed a faint shade of orange; She was so used to looking after others that it was always a surprise when anyone expressed any sort of desire to look after her. It was unexpected and a bit odd feeling, but it made Connie smile again, "I know... Thank you for being concerned about me, War. It really means a lot to me."

War's own face became a soft shade of blue and she waved off Connie's words, "Yeah, yeah, sure. 'M glad you're happy." Conquest rolled her eye lights and resisted the urge to giggle at the sudden shift in the other rider's attitude; From openly concerned and worried, to awkward and embarrassed... Yeah, that sounded about right for War.

She stole a quick glance at Death, who was still sprawled out on the couch with his eyes closed. He looked so peaceful and relaxed... It was nice to see him looking that way, instead of stressed and exhausted. She attempted to be subtle, appreciating his outward serenity. Although he looked completely at ease, there was always something going on in his mind, and she never knew what any of it was. Before her own mind had the chance to begin wandering, she hummed, offering Pestilence and War a tired smile, "I'm gonna take this one to her room and get her situated, then I think I might call it a day... Goodnight, you two."

She paused, hesitating a moment, "And goodnight to you too, Death... I hope you sleep well tonight." Death opened his eyes, his sockets still hooded as he looked up at her and smiled faintly, "Thanks for that... Goodnight, Connie."

[jordluna]

You Meet Steve Rogers (Natasha x daughter!reader)

Summary: On a mission to rescue hostages, you end up meeting Captain America along the way. The daughter reader is 15. Since reader is in her teenage years she's pretty sassy and her and Nat have a kinda bitchy relationship but it's still sweet though.

"I have a mission with Steve to go on. I should be back in the morning so stay home, and don't do anything reckless while I'm gone." Natasha says while loading up guns on her cat suit as you sit on the couch of your apartment and binge the 100 on the T.V.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll stay here." You say while shoving a load full of popcorn in your mouth. You want her to leave badly so you can go onto the next season before the next day.

"Stay here and don't stay up late." She says firmly as you turn your back to face her to say one last remark.

"No mom, I'll go to the popular girl's party, get drunk, and hook up with the hottest dude I see." She rolls her eyes as she leaves the apartment, while you snicker to herself.

Just as your about to get up to make some more popcorn your phone rings from your hoodie. You pull it out,hoping one of your friends wants to chat with you so you won't be bored all night. Instead you see Director Fury's name on the screen.

You groan, as you swipe to answer it, knowing never to not answer Fury's calls.

"Was-sup Fury." You say while shutting off the T.V.

"Agent Romanoff, it's great to here from you again. Since you haven't showed up to Shield the past two weeks." Fury says not even trying to hid the annoyance in his voice.

"Two weeks already? Well I've been very busy with school work and all." You lie, as for the real reason you haven't shown up is because you were to busy binging The 100."Romanoff I think you must have forgotten you're on Spring break." You wince as you have totally forgotten.

"Shit." You mutter under your breathe. "Shit, indeed." Fury says back after a little bit of silence.

"So why'd you call me exactly?" You ask. "I need you as back up on your mother's and Steve's mission." He then explains their mission to you.

"So what do I have to do?" You ask annoyed that your all nighter is ruined, due to saving lives. "You, my least favorite Romanoff, have to collect Shield's intel on the ship. You can also kick some ass if needed." You sigh while putting on your cat suit and loading your weapons.

"Will do pirate dude." You say while leaving the apartment. "Also I'm so flattered to be your least favorite Romanoff."

"A car should be in the front of your house to escort you to the quinjet. You can jump off shortly after Natasha and Steve are already inside the ship."

"Sounds easy enough."

"Don't disappoint me y/n." You just sigh and end the call. You let your red hair down from the messy bun it was already in. Well time to do the dirty work.

*****

As you hide in the back of the ship you do what Fury instructed and waited for everyone to get off before you leave. Once you jump off you immediately start making your way to the to the control room to grab the data and go, hoping maybe just maybe you can finish one last episode before your mom comes home. Men immediately start running at you but you take out your dagger and slide towards them on your knees, slicing their thighs.

As they knell to the floor you stab them in the chest and make a break for the room. You think about using your guns tonight off the men in front of you but you know that's more of Natasha's thing than yours. Plus the guns would be to loud and you don't want to bump into anyone you know on the mission.

So instead you just do the simple hand to hand combat and leave without a single bruising or scratch as usual while the guys are wailing in pain on the ground.

"Sorry about that, but to be fair you did ruin my movie night." You say with a sinister smile.

*****

Steve moves around the ship looking for the rest of the hostages when he sees pirates injured on the ground. He immediately thinks it's Natasha since there is no there person that can fight without some sort of weapon as good as her. Let alone lave five men unconscious on the ground. As he walks closer he sees two more injured guys on the ground with what appear to be stab wounds.

"Nat, I didn't know you had an interest in knives." Steve says into his ear piece. Natasha is confused by his statement wondering what he is talking about. It then hits her. You were here.

"I'm not." She simply says as Steve is now also more confused.

*****

As you enter the control room you immediately put the hard drive in and start collecting whatever you can. Just then something comes crashing through the door with some unconscious guy underneath him.

"Hey Rogers." You say with a small smirk on your face, recognizing the man as Captain America.

"Who are you and what are you doing?" He says sternly as he pushes you back into the wall, harshly, putting his shield up to your collar bone so you couldn't escape. However you showed no fear in your eyes as you weren't even scared, just irritated that you're still in this room.

"Damn, is this how people introduced themselves in the forties? I'm here on Director Fury's orders."

"To collect Shield intel?"

"Why are you asking if you obviously already know." You say.

"Who are you?" He says firmly looking for an answer.

"Name's y/n. I would ask for your name but I already know because of the whole being a popsicle in a freezer for 97 years."

"You knocked all those guards out there?" He says looking down at the bloody knife in your holster. You just nod quickly hoping to get out of here before your mother finds you and grounds you for life.

"Why would Fury send a 14 year old girl out here?" Ok, now your annoyed with the interrogation.

"I'm 15 Cap. Get your facts strait before spitting them out." He most likely annoyed to as he's pushing you a little more further against the wall. Just as your about to grab the knife and stab him the thigh a familiar voice fills the room.

"Let her go Steve." Natasha says as he releases the pressure on your collar bone. As he moves out of the way you see the one person you've been planning on avoiding this entire mission. Natasha gives you the deadliest glare you've ever seen her give you. You tense for a second but let your muscles relax knowing this isn't the time to be a wimp.

"Hey-" She immediately cuts you off."Я сказал тебе оставаться дома." She's yelling to you in Russian, that's not good. (I told you to stay home.)

"Я знаю, но Фьюри сказал, что тебе нужна помощь.There for here I am." You say trying to reason with her as Steve just watches you guys very confused. (I know, but Fury said you needed back up.) She takes the hard drive out and throws it to you. You catch it and immediately put it in your pocket."Фьюри твоя мать? Нет, я." (Is Fury your mother? No, I am.) You sigh in defeat.

"Can I say something?" Steve says loudly.

"Shut it star spangled capris." You say as he is clearly taken aback.  All of a sudden a grenade is thrown at you by the unconscious guy but Steve uses his shield to knock it away. He grabs the you and your mother and crash into a window. Smoke fills the air as you chuckle slightly at the look on Steve's face when you mocked him. However Steve and Natasha just look at you weirdly and your face goes back to its stern expression.

  ******

You, Natasha, and Steve stand in front Fury's desk in Shield's headquarters. As he stares at you three without saying anything you try to avoid eye contact and just tap the floor with your boot.

"Why would you send a child out on our mission without telling me?" Steve says interrupting the silence.

"Cap did you see the results of putting her on the field? Her mission was to collect Shield intel, and she did it with even getting a few of our foes hurt." Fury responds with and you look at your mother and see a smirk on her face, which makes you feel even more accomplished.

"People could have gotten killed and hurt." Steve says.

"I believe Fury sent the best assassins and super soldier to make sure that didn't happen." Natasha says as you nod your head agreeing.

"The kid could have gotten hurt!"

"Agent y/n Romanoff, is one of the best junior agents, Shield has ever seen. She doesn't get hurt easily." You see the shocked look on Steve's face, mixed with confusion. You, Fury, and Natasha try your best not to laugh as Steve's mouth is practically wide open.

"You better close your mouth before a fly goes in." You say as Steve moves his head looking at you, then Natasha, then back at you. He slowly starts to notice how similar you two are.

"Oh, yeah. I have a daughter." Natasha says as if she just accidentally forgot to mention it before.

"Oh hell no. I'm dreaming." Steve says raising his arms up and starts to leave the room.

"I can assure you that I'm very much real." You say laughing.

I enjoyed making this one a lot. I also just love writing sassy y/n. Sorry if Russian is wrong I'm so sorry I just used google translate. Also I might move to tumblr idk. Next story will be You're okay!

[galahadwilder]

We Are Miraculous, Ch. 5: Allies

We Are Miraculous Archive

With thanks to @alexseanchai and @paganinpurple

*

Scraps of paper fall around Chloé’s legs, some of them onto her pants. She brushes them away with barely a glance, too focused on the newspaper she is currently attacking with the scissors in her right hand—paying special attention to the face of the man on the cover.

The scissors aren’t enough, and she slams them onto her vanity with a growl, tearing into the newspaper with her fingers. “Rip your stupid ridiculous face,” she growls at the picture of Edouard Carón as her fingernails cut into his paper cheeks, scattering bits of newspaper across her vanity.

She turns, glances at Sabrina behind her, and holds up a hand. “Another one,” she says, her fingers clutching at the scissors again.

Sabrina stands, newspapers held in crossed arms against her chest, chewing her lip. “Are you sure this is the best idea, Chloé?” she asks.

Chloé grimaces, turning in her chair, crossing her legs at the knee, fingertips brushing disdainfully at her capris. “You heard what Daddy said, right?” she snarls. She leans forward, jabbing her finger at Carón’s smug bastard face, causing Sabrina to stumble backwards. “Apparently Monsieur Ladybug-Hater ‘can’t be fired for having an opinion.’ Even if it’s a stupid one.” She flips her ponytail, turning back to her mirror and staring into the blue of her own eyes. “What’s the point of being Mayor of Paris if you can’t fire idiots who insult superheroes?”

Sabrina clears her throat. “Um, I’m—I’m not sure your dad could fire him anyway?”

Chloé groans, dropping her head onto the vanity on top of crossed arms. “I know,” she mumbles. “I just wish he could.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Sabrina tentatively reach for her shoulder, then draw back, pressing the newspapers back to her chest.

”You don’t deserve this,” Chloé whispers to the Ladybug costume she can see reflected in the mirror, hanging in her closet. “They don’t deserve you.”

She sits for a minute in silence, silence only broken by Sabrina’s nervous shuffling, before the other girl finally clears her throat. “I thought—I thought we were still mad at Ladybug?” she says. “Since, you know...” Her eyes flick downward, looking at herself, and Chloé knows she means Miraculer, when Ladybug fired her.

Chloé straightens, slamming a fist on her vanity, and Sabrina jumps. Chloé’s eyes narrow. “Ladybug might not be able to see talent when she’s looking at it,” she snarls, “but she’s still doing a better job than anyone in Paris could except me.” She snatches one of the newspapers from Sabrina’s arms, uncaring that she’s caused the rest of them to scatter to the floor, and lifts the scissors, preparing to take the blade to Carón’s face again, when suddenly her phone rings.

Her eyes meet Sabrina’s—both of them confused, both of them lost—before she looks down at the phone. Blocked Number.

She picks it up, slides to answer, and puts it to her ear. “You shouldn’t have called this number, you piece—”

”Hi Queenie.”

Chloé’s breath catches, her stomach curling in on itself like a caterpillar. “Who—who is this?” she says. She’s fairly certain she recognizes that voice—are they planning to threaten her? Do they want a Miraculous? She’s told everyone who came after her that she’s been fired, that she’s not Queen Bee anymore, but all these losers keep getting her number, keep pestering her, and she’s thinking of changing her number just to make them stop.

Still, every one of them so far has called her “Madamoiselle Bourgeois” or “Queen Bee” or “Madamoiselle Bee.” Never Queenie. Only a few people have ever called her Queenie.

”It’s Rena Rouge,” the voice on the other end of the line says, and Chloé’s heart drops as she realizes she does know that voice, the voice of her old teammate, the voice of the true fox. A voice she wasn’t expecting to hear again outside of recordings. “Ladybug needs your help.”

Chloé scoffs, mentally pulling herself back together as Sabrina tilts her head questioningly. “Of course she does,” she says, glancing to the window. “Where’s the Akuma? Are you bringing my Miraculous?”

Rena snorts. “You sure haven’t changed,” she says. “No Akuma. Meet us on the roof of your school at 1700.”

Chloé blinks. “What’s going on?”

”Caron,” Rena says. “I’m planning to send a message.”

”What message?”

”We stand with Ladybug.”

The phone disconnects, and Chloé pulls it away, staring at it in confusion.

Alya taps the "disconnect call" button on her phone, then slumps against the brick wall at the edge of the park, letting her bones turn to jelly. Well, she thought. That call could have gone worse.

Trying to keep her cool around Chloé has always been... difficult, at best. From day one, Alya had been horrified by how the heiress treated Marinette; there were few things that could have redeemed her in Alya's eyes. And then she'd gone and made herself ground zero for Akuma attacks. Alya can't even get close to her without getting the urge to puke, and she can't tap her phone charm in front of Chloé without fear that Chloé is going to assume she's spying on her and get her suspended again.

And yet, against Miraculer and Mayura, Queen Bee had done something unprecedented... and fought off an Akuma after it had already infected her. She'd turned down an offer from Mayura that Alya was sure she'd have taken. Even though she'd been fired, her faith in Ladybug had been so strong that she'd overcome her self-obsession to save them all.

Alya closes her eyes, pressing her palm to her forehead. She hopes calling her was the right move. Marinette needs everyone in her corner that she can possibly get right now.

"Hey babe?"

Alya opens her eyes to see her boyfriend standing not quite in front of her—more a little off to the side, not intruding on her space. He's looking at her with the soft eyes he always wears when he's worried.

"Everything's fine, babe," she sighs. "Just... had to make a tough decision."

Nino leans his back against the wall. "You sure?" he says. "I saw you walk past the spot where Pixelator got hit and you didn't reach for your phone." He purses his lips. "It looked like you were clutching your chest, actually."

Alya swallows. "Ah," she says. "Yeah." She glances at Marinette and Adrien, who seem to be steadily reddening while they try desperately not to verbally trip over each other—oh man, no wonder Ladybug's never been receptive to Chat—and definitely aren't paying attention to her. She reaches into her shirt, fishing the chain around her neck and producing a familiar fox-tail necklace. "This is... a bit more effective."

Nino's eyes widen, then narrow. "You bought a replica?" he says. "If it works, I guess..."

Alya shakes her head. "Trixx?"

She feels tiny paws on her neck as the fox pokes his head out from Alya's thick russet mane. "Hello, Mari Tòti!"

Nino blinks. "What."

Alya grimaces. "Sorry I didn't say anything," she says, crossing her arms over her stomach. "Adrien was right there, and... well..."

"I getcha," Nino says, looking at their friends. The expression on his face is hard to read—she can't tell if he's actually hurt, if he understands, or if he just is having trouble caring. She can tell he's having a bad day—they all are.

She reaches into her pocket. "Got something for you," she says, holding up the familiar jade pendant.

Nino's eyebrows pop. "Is that what I think it is?" he says.

Alya grins. "Put it on and see," she says, pressing it into his palm.

*

(Notes: Mari Tòti is Hatian Creole for “Turtle Husband,” according to Google Translate.)

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[stranger-who-writes-fiction]

Now that the initial shock has worn off--mostly--I feel like I can ramble about the Supergirl comic news in a more coherent fashion.

Under a cut because there’s a good chance it’ll be long. XD 

So yeah! Tom King, writing Supergirl. Wild!

As I mentioned in my previous post, I’ve been jokingly entertaining the notion that King’s teased ‘Super’ project would actually be a Supergirl thing, but I always assumed that if it was, in fact, a Supergirl thing, it would be in the vein of Mister Miracle or Strange Adventures--a prestige, out-of-continuity take, possibly featuring an older Kara, from pre-crisis continuity. Maybe interrogating the whole, ‘her most famous story features her death’ thing. 

I never expected mainline, in-continuity, teenage Kara from him. 

As I said, wild!

Wild, because King is like. A HUGE name in comics, and his wheelhouse is primarily Sad Dads. He’s also known for making really controversial, polarizing decisions WRT characterization of fan-favorite characters. (See: Wally in HiC, Batman in Batman, etc.) 

So, like. I get that immediate ‘What?! Oh no!’

...But also...

He’s written Superman: Up in the Sky, which, barring one particular issue, is an extremely good Superman story.

(The whole premise of Up in the Sky is that Superman leaves earth to rescue an orphan girl who’s been kidnapped by aliens. The issue that’s a bit ‘yikes’ features Clark trying to reach Lois from deep space, and he can’t, so he’s imagining that something terrible has happened to her. That, I feel, is a perfectly fine, in-character reaction, and an idea worth exploring. HOWEVER, in execution, it ends up being Lois dying in several different, awful ways on-panel, which...yeah. Kinda Yikes! I can’t remember if it was terribly graphic but, still. I don’t think it needed to be seen, you know?)

So aside from that misstep? A really good Superman story.

(On the topic of King and Lois, I frequently cite his story in Action Comics 1000 as an example of a writer just being like, ‘screw it, Lois is alive 4 billion years in the future, and still with Clark.’ So I give him props for that.) 

Back to Up in the Sky--King’s referenced that in describing Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow, so. That’s mostly a positive!

The ‘Tom King’ thing also starts to make more sense once you look at like, the money/sales side of things. I’ve already seen a bunch of tweets from people who are like, ‘I’ve never read a Supergirl comic before but I’m gonna get this because you’re writing it!’

Yeah. I see you, DC. I see you. XD

We’ll probably never know the behind the scenes stuff, but I gotta wonder if this wasn’t so much DC choosing King as King wanting to do this, and DC letting him.

Another valid criticism/concern I’ve seen mentioned: Another dude writing Supergirl!

Which...yeah! Kinda crummy! Would be nice to see a woman write Supergirl for more than, you know. Three issues.

(Side note, though: personally I do not ascribe to the ‘only men can write men, women write women’ thing. That’s kind of a separate topic, but I mention it here because I don’t automatically assume that a book will be better/worse based on the gender of the person writing/drawing/etc.)

(For instance! Bennett just churned out one of the worst Supergirl comics I’ve ever read so...it’s equality! Anyone can write an awful Supergirl story!)

Speaking of Bennett...

The solicit text...kinda sounds like Future State 2.0, which...

Is not promising.

It’s really weird, IMO, that DC is like...letting such similar premises happen back-to-back? 

A lot of DC books are incorporating stuff from Future State but this isn’t so much, ‘teasing out plot threads’ as like. Just doing it over again. XD

I mean. Worst thing that can happen is we get another ‘dead in the backyard with the dog.’

(I’m intensely curious about the DC editorial situation, like. Which pitch came first? Was the Future State Superwoman book always going to happen, what with FS being built from the ruins of 5G or whatever? Did King come up with his stuff at the same time FS was being developed? The world may never know...)

Given that this is King’s next big thing...kinda hoping we get some press coverage and interviews. I wanna get a better sense of like...where he’s coming from. 

Also, it means absolutely nothing re: the book, but I appreciate that King used a gif from the show to respond to some well-wishes on twitter. Specifically, the ‘thumbs up’ gif from one of the season blooper reels. Good choice, sir. 

Okay, enough about King. Let’s talk about the ONE SUREFIRE THING ON THIS BOOK.

BILQUIS. EVELY.

Wait, I take that back. TWO SUREFIRE THINGS:

BILQUIS EVELY, AND MAT LOPES!!!!!

Gosh this book is gonna be so pretty.

Like, just look at this:

Now I know what you’re thinking, you’re thinking: that looks stunning. BUT WAIT!

BOOM. LOOKIT THOSE COLORRRSSSSS! 

Guh, it looks so GOOOOOOD. And it’s just the cover.

(I'm ignoring the sword because I need more info before jumping to conclusions, but as some sharp-eyed folks have noticed, that *might* be a red sun which*might* mean a de-powered Kara, in which case the sword could be used in self-defense. Also, give me a Super wielding a sword over a gun any dang day.)

Evely drew an AMAZING Silver Age Kara back in Sugar & Spike and had a pretty stellar run on Wonder Woman.

Fun fact I just learned from a few interviews she shared recently! Supergirl is the character that got her into superhero comics, and when Giffen was writing Sugar & Spike, he asked if there were any characters she wanted to draw specifically. She said Supergirl, so Giffen made sure she showed up in one of the issues. :D

Also from those interviews: She’s excited about the book, and enjoys working with King. It was harder to figure out the art talk in said interviews (I was using Google translate) but I think...she was saying that there’s some specific influences that folks will pick up on when the book comes out? 

Also, when asked to tease anything about the book she just said Mat Lopes colors and stars.

WOOOOO, pretty space backgrounds, yay!

It cannot be overstated, how pretty this book is going to be. 

Evely’s a little similar to Sauvage in that they both have like...an almost fairytale quality? To some of their work?

(Evely just did a Batman: Black and White story that was quite literally a fairytale.)

But Evely, I think, has a little more range, particularly in the area of expression/acting.  

And Lopes knows how to make her work shine. 

Who knows about the writing though. XD On the one hand, the bar for bad Supergirl comics is so incredibly low, but also.

...Future State.

*shudders*

TL;DR: I refuse to let myself get excited for the story side of this because you could make an IHOP-size omelet, with all the egg on my face from my Future State hopes, but if nothing else: EVELY. DRAWING. SUPER. GIRL. *wild muppet flailing* 

[snakeboistan]

Pumpkins, Pumpkins

Pairing: There’s like one line of Karmagisa, kinda but it’s a 3-E bonding fic

“Hey guys,” Kimura said, “does anyone know where Koro-Sensei and Sugaya are?”

Nagisa hummed from his crouched position as he continued to treat a pretty nasty graze under Okajima’s knee. The blunette continued to gently dab the wound when he piped up, “I heard that the two of them are planning a surprise for us - hold still please, Okajima, I’m going to put a plaster on now.”

“‘A surprise?’” Okano repeated, tilting her head in confusion, “wonder what it is.”

“Well knowing Sugaya it’s got to be something artsy,” Mimura suggested, “maybe we’re all going to be painting a mural?”

“I hope not,” Kayano sighed, “I’m afraid that the most artistic thing I can do is a hand turkey.”

Fortunately, their suspense was short lived because the very subject appeared before them, carrying a small pumpkin in his hands, accompanied by their teacher. It was clear that the two of them had just arrived from a trip that was travelled at Mach-20, if the artist’s windswept hair was anything to go by, but the question of where was plaguing everyone’s mind.

“So, Sugaya,” Mimura said, “where did the two of you go.”

“Yeah,” Okajima nodded, “we heard that there was a surprise.”

“Well,” Sugaya said, ducking his head sheepishly, “you heard right.”

“OOHH,” Kurahashi squealed, jumping up and down, “WHAT IS IT? WHAT IS IT?”

“I’ll give you a hint,” he replied, laughing at the girl’s never-ending enthusiasm. He held up the pumpkin in his hands, “it’s got something to do with this.”

“Are we gonna bake pumpkin pie,” Hara asked, eyes sparkling with excitement.

“No, pumpkin ramen,” Muramatsu countered.

“Hey, I’d be down for some pumpkin curry buns,” Yoshida said.

“What, no,” Sugaya shook his head before the class broke out into a fight, “We’re not gonna eat them, guys. We’re gonna carve them.”

“EHHH?” From nowhere a gust of wind gushed around them, sweeping up their clothes and hair in a miniature whirlwind. Quicker than they could blink, the class found themselves surrounded by propped up wooden tables, each having their own personal pumpkin decorating station complete with carving equipment, poster paints and stencils.

“Wow, that was fast, Sir,” Sugaya smiled at his tentacled teacher.

“Oh this is nothing,” Koro-Sensei beamed, “what good is having a top speed of Mach 20 if I can’t use it to help my students get their creative juices flowing?

“Really?” Terasaka crossed his arms and grumbled, “We’re gonna be decorating vegetables now?”

“Oh stop acting all tough, Terasaka,” Fuwa scoffed, “I know for a fact that you’ve cried during Kimi No Na Wa.”

The class burst into full-blown chortles, choked laughter and muffled giggles as Terasaka turned red and spluttered, “What the hell, Fuwa?!”

Fuwa smirked and held up a peace sign, “call it an otaku’s instinct.”

Karma smirked as he rubbed his hands together with glee, “ooh, this will be fun.”

“Uhh,” Kimura sweat-dropped at Karma’s devilish aura. The rest of the class' wary eyes widened at the swinging tail and sharp horns that seemed to protrude out of him, “is it really a good idea to have so many sharp objects around when Karma’s here?”

“Don’t worry,” Nagisa reassured everyone, apparently being the only person unbothered by the redhead’s questionable behaviour, “I’ll make sure that no one gets hurt.”

“Well, children,” Koro-Sensei said, “what are you waiting for? Go and have fun.”

And with that they all ran towards the tables, absolutely buzzing to get started.

…

Nagisa placed his small pumpkin on the tabletop next to Sugino. The black haired boy in question, who had obtained the most spherical-looking pumpkin he could find, was currently covering its entire surface with white paint.

“Hey, Nagisa,” Sugino smiled, “what are you going to do?”

Nagisa hummed, “Well, I’m not the best with a knife but I’m going to try carving a face. If all else fails, I can just paint on some superhero symbols and call it a day. You?”

“I’m turning this thing into a giant baseball.”

The blunette smiled, “yeah, that sounds about right.”

After an hour and a half, one miniature war between a certain group of students who were flinging pumpkin pulp at others (mainly Karma aiming at Terasaka, to be honest), and one dramatic rendition of Total Eclipse of the Heart courtesy of Okajima and Maehara, the class had completed their pumpkin carving activity and were all admiring each other’s handiwork. The girls had gathered around Kurahashi and Yada’s pumpkin and were fawning over it’s adorableness. The two girls had used their knife skills to carve a window and door to create a quaint little home for the tiniest little pumpkin they could find, that Kurahashi had drawn a smiley face on with a black marker.

“His name is ‘Kabo-chan’ and he is our son,” Kurahashi was telling everyone proudly with Yada nodding next to her (it’s a play on words - according to google translate ‘kabocha’ is japanese for pumpkin).

Meanwhile, others were having their own kind of fun.

“Wow, Terasaka, I’ve got to say that your pumpkin looks positively gruesome - oh wait nevermind,” Karma smiled ‘innocently’ as he corrected his apparent ‘mistake’, “that’s just your face.”

“What the hell, Akabane,” Terasaka growled as he took a step forward, “why don’t you just go and f*** off. Or better yet, grow a pair and actually tell Nagisa how you feel instead of-”

Due to the fact that Kanzaki’s praise of his baseball pumpkin had rendered Sugino speechless and the tan skinned boy looked like he was going to pass out, Nagisa was preoccupied and therefore unable to prevent the fight that had broken out after Karma dunked a bucket of pumpkin guts over Terasaka’s head.

Kayano giggled, “I’m surprised you didn’t paint sushi rolls onto yours, Nagisa.”

“I did consider it,” the blue-haired boy replied, shrugging sheepishly. He had scrapped his original idea of carving and just ended up sharing Sugino’s white paint which he used to cover his own pumpkin as well, before using black paint to paint on two spots connected by a line to resemble Baymax’s face. It wasn’t as creative as his classmates’, like Nakamura’s puking pumpkin guts idea, or Kimura’s and Okano’s pumpkin that had the words ‘BEING NAMED JUSTICE’ and ‘SCHOOL’ carved on respectively, or the many other scary faces that were displayed but he wasn’t really the artistic type anyways.

“Holy hell, Sugaya,” Yoshida’s voice exclaimed, “that’s a frickin masterpiece.”

Growing curious at the source of the motorcycle lover’s awe, Nagisa and Sugino made their way towards the cluster of students who had gathered around Sugaya’s workstation, only to be faced with something that made their breaths catch: meticulously carved onto the husk of his large orange vegetable was an outline of the E-class building. Sugaya’s skillful hands had used the tools provided to create an image that was so carefully drawn, it looked almost lifelike, with thick bold lines that made the picture look three-dimensional. He had even found a way to somehow only shave off the outer epidermis of the skin to use the light yellow under it to give the illusion of light and shadow. It was times like this when Nagisa wondered how E-Class was seen as harbouring the lowest of the low when it was filled with people who were brimming with so much talent that it would put adults to shame.

“Oh my god,” Nakamura breathed as she snapped a picture on her phone.

“Now that’s a pumpkin,” Mimura stated with pure admiration.

“Wow Sugaya, it’s amazing,” Kayano said, “I have no idea how you were able to do it in like an hour. I was only able to get a smiley face done.”

“It is really nice,” Nagisa commented.

“Oh thanks, Nagisa. By the way, I’ve got another pumpkin I think you might like.”

Ignoring Okajima’s disbelieving cry of “YOU MADE ANOTHER ONE?!”, Sugaya bent down and handed Nagisa the miniature pumpkin he was holding earlier. Groaning slightly at the increased weight that was placed in his arms, Nagisa turned the pumpkin around to find that it had a snake carved onto its skin. He huffed out a laugh, “That’s amazing. I love it.”

“Oh my god,” Nakamura laughed, “snake boy gets a snake pumpkin.”

The class burst into laughter as Nagisa blushed.

“WHO WANTS TO SEE MY PUMPKIN?” Koro-Sensei’s gleeful voice broke through the crowd. The class turned towards him and immediately paused at the sight that greeted them. Sitting on the floor at one meter was the largest pumpkin they had ever seen and carved onto it was a recreation of Michaelangelo’s famous painting of ‘The Creation Of Adam’ only the bodies of God and Adam were replaced by Koro-Senseis, who were wearing billowing robes and heads of flowing hair, very intimately touching tentacle-tips. Surrounding them were tiny Koro-Sensei’s in cherubic attire, complete with harps and angel wings. The artist himself started tearing up, “ISN’T IT BREATH-TAKING?”

A beat passed...

“WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!”

“That has got to be the weirdest thing I’ve seen all day,” Kimura deadpanned.

Okajima looked disturbed, “It’s so strange that I can’t help but look at it.”

Sugino nodded, “It’s going to be in my nightmares for days.”

“Talk about over-kill,” Maehara commented.

Koro-Sensei burst into tears at their criticism, “WHY MUST YOU CHILDREN BE SO CRUEL?!”

Rolling his eyes at his teacher’s melodramatic wails, Sugaya addressed the class, with a nervous smile, “so, did you guys have fun?”

“Yep.”

“Totally.”

“It was awesome.”

“Yeah, I guess it was alright.”

“I definitely enjoyed myself.”

“It was a great idea, Sugaya.”

“Yeah dude, we should definitely do this again sometime.”

The silver haired boy blushed at all of the positive reinforcement he was getting, “Thanks guys. To be honest, I’ve always wanted to do this for a while but I couldn’t imagine doing it without you guys.”

“Aww, Sugaya,” Kurahashi hugged him, “that’s really sweet.”

“Yeah,” Okano chimed, “class activities are always fun.”

“It’s never a boring day in our weirdly dysfunctional family,” Nakamura smirked.

“I’m keeping these knives.”

“Karma, no.”

[jawabear]

(2) Flowers (Javier Pena x Reader)

Not my GIF

A/N: So I didn’t really intend to make a second part to ‘Flowers’ but it had this idea and thought it would write it anyway. I kinda like it? So here’s a second part of some soft and sad Javi because we’ve established that I am incapable or writing anything happy. I do not speak Spanish so the Spanish is did use is from Google translate (which is not always the most reliable source so it may not be accurate) Sorry for any mistakes. Stay safe :)

Genre: Angst, fluff

Warnings: fem!reader, Sad!Javi, Soft!Javi, not really a lot, its a little sad, happy ending though, Pedro Pascal comes with his own warning

Summary: Javi opens up about his love for his friend

Part 1

Javi set the flower down gently onto the grave, smiling softly at the sight. He could practically hear his mother’s soft voice telling him how beautiful the flower was, and how well he had done to keep it alive long enough to bring it back to Texas. “Ahí tienes, mamá” (there you go, mama) he whispered. “Finally, a Miltoniopsis vexillaria orchid for you. I’m sorry it took so long for me to get you one but...” he sat on the soft grass at the foot of her grave, pulling out pieces to fiddle with. He felt incredibly guilty that he had been gone from his mother for so long. “I became...distracted” he admitted. 

“I’m sure you know what happened down there...I should’ve listened to Papa and not have gone down there. I’m sorry. But, I don’t think I’ll be going anywhere for a while now. Although, I might take a trip to the DEA Headquarters at some point, to see a girl. She’s the one who got the flower. You would’ve loved her” he let out a soft laugh “she’s...she’s so beautiful. And she’s funny, and she’s smart, and she’s so kind. She told me it was never too late to live up to the promise I made you about getting one, I guess she was right. She’s always right though. Right about everything she ever said. Apart from me”

“She said I was a good man. But I’m not. You would be disappointed in me if you knew half the stuff I did down there” he sniffed, trying to hold back his tears, but he didn’t really see the point, there was no one there to see him cry, except from his mother, but she was always the one to wipe away his tears, tell him everything would be okay even if she knew it wasn’t “but there, you probably already do. I want to be a good man, for you, for dad...for her. But I don’t even know what makes a good man anymore. Surely, at this point, I’m incapable of being one. Desearía que estuvieras aquí (I wish you were here). To tell me what to do...to tell me where to go from here”

“Sure, I have dad, he’s always giving advice but...I need you mama. I need you to tell me it’s all going to be okay. I just...I...” he pulled his knees against his chest, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand “I just want a hug” he chuckled softly “as stupid as it sounds. I’m fucking done with sleeping with every girl I can find, it got me nowhere. But she...(Y/N)...she hugged me...and she would...tell me it was going to be okay. And when I kissed her...she kissed back and it was like...like it was meant to be. It sounds so childish, like some sort of fairy tale bullshit, but that’s how it felt. It was like, fireworks or something cliché like that”

“But I don’t think I’ll ever see her again. She told me that if I’m ever back in the states to go see her but I don’t think she knew how long it would be until I was. She’s probably forgotten about me, moved on, found someone better. A good man. It’s a good thing if she has, I mean, what could I give her that she can’t find somewhere else? All I’d give her is pain...I’m not cut out for relationships, mama, I never was. Look what happened with Lorraine, everyone was convinced that was going to work, shit, even I was. But it didn’t. Because I got fucking scared. I’m fucking terrified of love. I haven’t...been loved since you died. And...I guess I just hate the thought of loving another woman...scared that...you’ll think I’m replacing you or something”

“God, this all sounds so fucking stupid. Why am I such a coward? You didn’t raise me to be. You and dad raised me to be strong, brave, kind. But I’m not any of that anymore. I’ve fucking failed you. I don’t think Pops understand what I mean when I say that, but I know you would. I feel like I’ve messed up everything. I could...see myself with (Y/N), in a relationship. And, you know what, I didn’t feel scared. She made me feel brave. She made me feel...great, actually. And then she disappeared. And I know that’s not my fault but it sure as hell feels like it is”

He let out a heavy sigh and he stopped his depressive rambling for a moment. He just looked to the grave stone, his eyes scanning over the black letters of her name carved into the grey stone. Javi missed her like crazy. She was the only woman he ever trusted, who he ever loved, and she was taken from him far too soon.

“Lo siento, mama” he whispered to her “I didn’t mean to offload on you like that, but I don’t really have anyone else to talk to. Laredo isn’t much different” he laughed “everything’s still pretty much the same. Which is kind of nice, I guess. I think I’ll stay here. I know this place better then anywhere else, I need that constant in me life right now. Dad has tried to keep your flowers alive for as long as possible. He didn’t do a very good job, but to be fair, it was kind of more a you and me thing. Unless he got some books or asked around, I don’t think he would know how to tend to each flower”

“But now that I’m back, maybe they stand a chance at living for another year. Maybe I should make it bigger. I’ll need something to keep me occupied while I’m here, and I don’t think I can spend my time playing cards with Dad for much longer” he stopped again and took in a steady breath “I wonder if you would be proud of me. Proud of what I have done, proud of what maybe I’m going to do. Or if you would just say you were because I’m your son...”

A gentle breeze blew through his hair making him smile. It felt like she was there.

“I think she would be...” he heard a voice from beside him that made him jump slightly.

“(Y/N)?” He asked in pure confusion when he looked up and saw her standing there with a soft smile, one that he had missed these past years. She had gotten no less beautiful, but he noticed her hair was a little longer than it had been before. It was nice.

“Hey, Javi” she said quietly as she sat beside him at the foot of his mothers grave.

“What are you-how...how did you get here?” He asked “how did you know where to find me?”

“I used my super secret agent abilities” she laughed.

“You checked my profile, didn’t you” he told her.

“Yes. I checked your profile” she confirmed “I stopped by your dads place, hoping you were there, he said that I might find you here. He’s really sweet by the way, something you two have in common”

“Why did you come out here to Laredo?” Perhaps he was just dreaming, there was no way she would traveled out here just to see him.

“Well, I resigned from the DEA. It’s just not for me anymore. And then they told me that you had too, and that you moved back here. You always used to talk about Laredo, how small and quiet it was. I wanted to see it for myself. And I really missed you. I took a chance in coming out here. I didn’t know if you would want to see me again, or even if you remembered me. I guess it is pretty weird me just showing up in your hometown after a few years of not seeing each other. But I really wanted to see you again, Javi”

“I...really missed you too, (Y/N). I’m sorry I didn’t come and see you before-“

“It’s okay, Javi. I can understand why you wouldn’t. You don’t need to apologise” he saw her eyes move to the grave, she noticed the flower, it was still alive “you kept it” she said.

“Yeah, of course. I wasn’t going to not keep it”

“Was it the right one?”

“Yeah, it’s beautiful. Thank you. It...it really made me happy when I saw it on my desk. When did you get it?”

“Pretty much as soon as you left. It was really late but I knew there was one place that may have still been open. That was the last one they had” she said motioning to the flower “I put it on your desk right before I left for the airport”

“Thank you, (Y/N)” she smiled to him. “How long were you standing there?”

“Um...not-not all that long. I heard you apologise to her and then talk about your dad taking care of her flowers. And then you said something about not wanting to play cards with your dad anymore, and that you were going to look after the flowers-“

He didn’t really know what came over him. Perhaps it was longing, or maybe it was fear, or maybe it was love. But something drove him to kiss her. Something inside him made him take her face in his hands and pull her lips against his. He didn’t know what it was, but he wasn’t complaining. It felt great to kiss her again. It felt even better when she kissed back. That fire was burning inside him again, as it had the first time they kissed. He had forgotten how good that fire felt inside him.

She shifted closer to him slightly, her hand resting on his thigh as she pushed against his lips. It wasn’t all that long until they pulled away from each other. Both dragging their teeth over their bottom lips to savour the taste of each other’s kiss. “I love you” she whispered suddenly. There was a pang of fear in his heart at her words but he didn’t know why, he loved her, so he shouldn’t be scared of it.

He felt that gentle breeze again.

It was soothing him. Calming him. Opening his mind, making him realise that he didn’t have anything to be scared of. He wanted this. He wanted her.

“I love you” he whispered to her, stroking his thumbs over her cheeks. “I really love you” She smiled and kissed him again, it was only a short little peck but it made his heart flutter. She turned her head to look at his mothers grave. He rested his head against hers as he grabbed her hand tightly in his.

“Do you think she likes that flower?” (Y/N) asked quietly.

“Yes” he nodded “I’m sure she loves it. She hasn’t told me other wise” (Y/N) giggled lightly at his words, turning her head to kiss him again. They were both addicted to each other, neither one of them now ever wanting to be to far from the other.

“She is proud of you Javi. So is your dad. So am I” he nodded to her, not trusting his words.

“Do you-“ he cleared his throat “do you want me to show you her flowers?”

“I would love that” she nodded. He pulled her to her feet and began to lead her from the grave. He couldn’t help but turn back to look over to the grave.

The wind blew again. It blew through the flower on her grave, almost making it turn to face him. And he smiled brightly, knowing that his mother was proud of him, knowing she was there for him, and knowing that beside him he had someone who loved him. 

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22/06/20