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Liù'ěr Míhóu joins the jttw gang, or: How to redeem an all-hearing celestial monkey with a superiority complex and a seriously bad attitude

(A/N: TW: mention of SA, genocide, alcoholism)

Chapter Twenty-eight: Awkward reunion

Èrláng looked slightly different from what Wùkōng remembered.

Maybe it was the different attire; white and beige robes, rather than the golden and cyan armour from before.

Maybe it was the unhealthy pallor and tired eyes; gone were the oppressive gaze and the fire of battle lust in those black orbs, so it seemed.

“Good evening, Illustrious Sage”, Wùkōng greeted politely, even though he had to refrain from gnashing his teeth.

“Great Sage Equal to Heaven”, Èrláng replied, with the most forced smile Wùkōng had ever seen. “You have converted to Buddhism and accepted its teachings. Surely you will be rewarded with a lotus throne of your own, once your journey is finished. Congratulations.”

Why is he telling me that? And why is he sounding so bittersweet about it?

But Wùkōng pretended not to hear the bitterness and replied: “That remains to be seen, so don't congratulate me just yet. We – that is, my master, my fellow disciples and myself – have been travelling for almost nine years now and with how it's going right now, it'll take another five. Anyway, we're staying at the Kingdom of Sacrifices right now and we're trying to help out the local Buddhist monks …”

From here he gave a run-down of the situation, while his former nemesis listened intently.

“… so I was hoping you could lend us a few hands”, finished Wùkōng.

Èrláng smiled, more genuinely this time. “Well, my brothers and I are just coming from a hunt, so it's not like I have anything better to do. I'll gladly help you. Although … I don't know what kind of villain lives here-”

One of his brothers piped up: “Èrgē¹, have you forgot? Scattered Rock Mountain and Emerald Waves Lagoon are the home of the All-Saintly Dragon King!”

Èrláng chuckled sheepishly: “I … actually might have forgot about that. Wait …” His eyes narrowed. “The All-Saintly Dragon King has never caused trouble before.”

Wùkōng arched an eyebrow. “He has now, but it's mostly that son-in-law of his …”

Another brief explanation later, Èrláng said: “Well, if you already killed the patriarch, it's wiser to take down the rest of them now, while they're unprepared.”

“Can't it wait until tomorrow?”, said Bājiè all of the sudden. “It's getting late and we're all tired-”

“Speak for yourself, you lazy hog!”, Liù'ěr Míhóu threw in. “Unlike you we're not a bunch of slobs! Yeah! I'm also here!”, he jibed, as everyone turned to stare at him. “Nice of you all to finally notice me!”

Wùkōng paid close attention to Èrláng's reaction. He seemed … curious?

“I don't recall Bodhisattva Guān Yīn mentioning a second monkey demon being one of the Tang monk's disciples?”, he remarked.

“I only joined about nine months ago. Hello to you too, Zhēnjūn². I'm the Six-Eared Macaque, my religious name is Sūn Wùhuàn, I'm about 1100 years old and I'm the youngest of the Tang Monk's disciples”, the white monkey introduced himself.

The Little Sage opened his Heavenly Eye, only for all three eyes to dart back and forth between the Six-Eared Macaque and the Monkey King.

“Your auras are similar”, he observed. “I always thought the Great Sage was unique.”

Wùkōng's right eye twitched. What the fuck did that three-eyed arsehole mean, he wasn't unique?!

Liù'ěr Míhóu explained: “He is unique. It's just that we're two of a kind. There's another two of us, but they live far, far away. And for your information, they prefer to stay under the radar, so please don't look for them.”

“As long as they don't make trouble, sure. But do tell me … what in all three realms is a radar?”, Èrláng asked.

Liù'ěr Míhóu looked a bit sheepish. “Uhhh, something that won't be invented for another 1300 years, so don't think about it too much.”

If everyone hadn't looked at him with WTF-faces before, they were now.

Good to know that Wùkōng wasn't the only one confused by the other macaque's anachronistic references.

Bājiè on the other hand looked completely indifferent, like he had simply resigned himself to not thinking too hard about the weird shit that sometimes came out of Liù'ěr Míhóu's mouth.

Finally Èrláng shrugged. “Oh well. Either way, it's a pleasure to meet you, Miss.”

“I'm a male”, corrected the Macaque. “I may look and sound female, but … uhm … hey. Are you okay?”

The Little Sage had grown even more pallid and was covering his mouth with his hands. His black eyes were wide and … wait, was that a tear?! Holy shit, was he-?!

Then, without a warning, he grabbed Liù'ěr Míhóu, embraced him tightly and proceeded to sob into the shocked macaque's shoulder.

What?!

What the actual-?!

Okay, now Wùkōng's head was reeling!

What in all eighteen hells was this, he couldn't even-

His gaze met that of Bājiè, who seemed to have figured something out that he hadn't. And wasn't that a novelty! Could Bājiè have figured out, why Èrláng was getting so emotional after Six-Ears had revealed his true sex? Seriously, why-

Oh.

Ohhh!

“Finally figured it out?”, Bājiè whispered.

“How did you know?”, Wùkōng whispered back.

“I'll explain later”, murmured the boar demon, before clearing his throat and saying aloud: “Ahem, as beautiful and heartwarming as this is, we still have a draconic issue at hand.”

Èrláng coughed, let go of his stunned captive and dried his eyes.

“Of course, of course”, he muttered. “My apologies.”

He can apologise for that, but not for what he did to my babies …

“And just to be clear: this is staying between us. Tell anyone what happened and you can say goodbye to your tongues.”

The three monks shrugged; it wasn't like anyone would believe them anyway.

Bājiè spoke up again: “So, what about putting the attack off until tomorrow-”

“An army doesn't wait, until the timing is convenient for their opponent”, Èrláng cut him off and suddenly he was the warrior god from then again. “Right now they're unprepared for battle. This is the best opportunity to wipe them out completely.”

“But-”

“Second Brother, they won't be that much better prepared tomorrow either”, one of Èrláng's sworn brothers suddenly spoke up. “That villain and his family live here, so they're not going to run away anytime soon. Why don't we all relax for the rest of the evening and destroy them tomorrow, when we're fresh and well-rested?”

“Lăo Kāng.”

“Lăo Yáng. Aren't the Great Sage and his fellow brothers our guests now? What speaks against having fun tonight? We can entertain them and we have enough food and drink for everyone! And is these three entering the path of virtue not a good reason to celebrate? Besides, we can also discuss details of a battle strategy, while we're at it and tomorrow we'll be as prepared as can be!”

For a brief moment, Èrláng's expression remained neutral. Then he seemed to resign himself to being outvoted by his own sworn brothers and sighed: “You know what, you're right. Let's make camp here for the night, our opponents really won't run away.”

Wùkōng too had to accept the fact, that today nothing would get done anymore.

“But we do have dietary inhibitions”, he informed the seven, just to be sure.

“Don't worry, we have fruits and the wine is dietary”, the Little Sage assured him.

Wùkōng was about to question that, when another of the Seven Sages spoke up:

“And the wine is dietary, because someone-”, he side-eyed Èrláng with a scowl, “-doesn't fucking stop, once he starts drinking!”

Èrláng snapped back: “Okay, first off: language. Secondly: tell the world, Yáo! Thirdly: since you apparently have enough leisure to nag, you might as well start setting up our tents! And don't you forget to take your evening medication again, or so help me!”

Brother Yáo made an offensive gesture at him and stomped off to fetch their camping equipment, followed by four of his brothers.

The sixth one stayed back with a fuming Èrláng and the three Buddhist monks, who were now exchanging awkward glances.

The sixth Sage cleared his throat and addressed Wùkōng: “Great Sage. Gentlemen. Do you mind, if I have a private word with my Elder Brother for a moment?”

“Of course not.”

The other man smiled politely, before taking Èrláng to the side with a more stern expression.

I wonder what they're talking about.

Suddenly Liù'ěr Míhóu snorted: “Heh! He's getting chewed out by Zhāng Bóshi for snapping at Yáo Gōnglín like that.”

“What was that for anyway?! How can anyone treat their sworn brothers like that?!”, Wùkōng questioned.

Liù'ěr Míhóu shrugged: “Eh, don't get too hung up about it. Alcoholics always get stroppy and defensive, if they're called out in public. Speaking from experience.”

“As a call-out guy or as an alcoholic?”

“Both.”

“Okay. But still!”

“Hey, easy does it. Celestials and humans don't do sworn siblinghood the way we do. To us, it's either an alliance or a form of marriage. They go all out on the sibling part. Shit talking, banter, the whole works.”

“That's true”, confirmed Bājiè.

“Besides, Èrláng seemed to be pretty concerned about Yáo forgetting his medicine for the evening – kinda concerning, that he needs to be reminded of that, but okay-”

“What kind of medicine?”, asked the Monkey King curiously.

“Oh, Yáo Gōnglín has a congenital heart disease, that even immortality couldn't fix, so Laozi gives him magic pills to keep his heart from blowing up. And now Èrláng keeps babying him about it.”

“Oh … that kinda blows. I guess the snapping makes sense in that context.”

“Yeah. Oh, there they come!”

Indeed Zhāng Bóshi returned with a slightly humbled Èrláng Shén on his heels.

Hilarious. And satisfying.

That prick deserved a good scolding at least. If only Wùkōng had the words to give that three-eyed bastard Dìyù for what he had done. But he had no words. Because how did you reproach a mass murderer without sounding like a total hypocrite?

Liù'ěr Míhóu meanwhile clapped his two hands at the god and his sworn brother and laughed: “There you are! I heard everything! It was top nodge entertainment! What a funny and heartwarming dialogue! I felt like listening to a theatre performance!”

Okay, damn.

Zhāng Bóshi frowned: “You need to stop.”

Èrláng Shén scowled: “Is there anything you can't hear?”

Liù'ěr Míhóu grinned: “Only the thoughts in your head – provided they remain unspoken, of course. Thoughts are the only thing, that makes no noise. Everything else, however … you get the idea.”

“Can you tell, when someone lies too?”

“Obviously. Though what I hear depends on the person. Some people can't lie credibly to save their lives, whereas others do it so well, that even I can just barely tell the difference. The latter are usually psychopaths.”

Now Èrláng looked less angry and more confused. “What is a psychopath?”

“Someone with a mental disorder that leaves them unable to feel empathy, guilt and most emotions”, the white monkey explained. “The word won't be invented for another 1300 years, but-”

“You can hear the future.”

“And the past and present. Only the Buddha knows more than I do.”

“That's a bold claim to make.”

“And a fact”, Liù'ěr Míhóu stated. Then his face turned flat. “But if you think I'm gonna tell you what'll happen in your future, forget it.”

Wùkōng confirmed: “Yeah, fat chance. Flattery, threats, torture – nothing works. The only exception is when he warns us from dickheads, who want to harm our master – and that's only because he likes us. But other than that? The most you can expect is prophecies so cryptic they only make sense in hindsight.”

“And that's not gonna change ever”, the Six-Eared Macaque said coolly.

Èrláng Shén didn't seem disappointed at all. Just all the more intrigued. “What do you mean by prophecies that only make sense in hindsight?”

The monkey shrugged: “Well, since that's in the past I can tell you an example. About 600 years ago, a powerful demon king heard about my near-omniscience and had me brought before him. He wanted to find out what would happen, if he invaded one of the neighbouring territories. And because I didn't like the way he was looking at me, I told him this: if you cross the stream, you will destroy a great empire.”

“So he did and the empire he destroyed was his own”, Èrláng said flatly.

The white monkey snickered: “Obviously!”³

“That sounds like a pretty clear prophecy though. Didn't it occur to him, that he would lose?”

Liù'ěr Míhóu shook his head. “No. I phrased it like that, knowing full well that he would interpret that as him conquering another territory. They always do. Hubris is one hell of a poison.”

Now Wùkōng tilted his head: “Hubris? What's that?”

The Macaque explained: “It's the excessive arrogance, that drives some people to challenge entities far beyond their league, or even put themselves above them. For example, it was hubristic, when you accepted the Buddha's wager.”

Wùkōng narrowed his eyes. “Is that so? Well, I'll tell you what's also hubristic: stealing my identity and my kingdom and thinking you can get away with it!”

The white monkey raised his hands. “Alright, touché-”

“You what???”

Suddenly Èrláng leapt up, his face distorted with rage to the point, where his eyes were glowing red.

Uh-oh.

The Little Sage strode around the fire and got all into the Macaque's face.

“You dared to try and take the place of the Great Sage Equal to Heaven?! You?! Don't make me laugh! What ever made you believe, that you could compare to him! A face-stealer, who abuses his own abilities for deception! It doesn't matter that you're of the same kind as him, you're not like him! You never will be like him! You will never be on his level!”

The Monkey King's mouth was hanging slack.

Was that guy seriously defending him, or was he seeing things?

But Bājiè looked just as flabbergasted, so he wasn't hallucinating (after all, they couldn't have the same hallucination, right?).

And Èrláng was just getting started: “You cannot take his place, because no one can! All that glory and power need to be earned through hard work and sacrifice and you haven't earned them! You're not even close to having his calibre! If he's a ten course meal, you're a bloody appetiser! Work towards your own damn reputation! The only person, who has ever given me a real challenge, who has given me a battle worthy of being called such, and you have the audacity to try and steal his credit, are you kidding me, how freaking dare you …”

I'm starting to feel like I'm in the wrong novel here.

Sūn Wùkōng felt his patience dwindling, until he noticed, that the Six-Eared Macaque was tapping the gourd in his hand with a single finger in a systematic pattern.

Oh.

He was using that weird tapping code he had taught Wùkōng and the other pilgrims months before.

Zhū Bājiè clearly noticed it too.

In fact, he deciphered what their youngest brother was tapping, before the Monkey King did (sometimes he did have his smart moments), and chortled – which he quickly disguised as a pig grunt, when Èrláng glared viciously at him.

Suddenly a voice from the background called out and the still visibly irate three-eyed god excused himself to go and help his brothers set up a feast for them all.

“What was that you said?”, whispered Wùkōng to his fellow macaque.

Liù'ěr Míhóu smirked, tapped it again and this time the other monkey was able to follow: “Totally stealing that 'ten course meal vs appetiser' insult. Don't tell him.”

Wùkōng snickered, his mood improving a little.

“So, how did you know, that his temperament is like that of our brother?”, asked the Monkey King Bājiè later, as everyone sat around the fire, eating a dinner cooked by Èrláng himself.

Bājiè shrugged: “Eh, I noticed a few things and they got me thinking, so in order to have certainty, I just went and asked straight up him.”

“… You're shitting me.”

“No, he did do that”, confirmed Èrláng. “Went up to me and asked me, if my temperament was 'extravagant', as he put it, like he wasn't risking being killed by me on the spot. As you can see, he's still here, though I did threaten to kill him, should he ever tell anyone.”

Bājiè nodded. “Yup. Pointed his three-tipped spear at my throat and everything.”

Wùkōng's eyes narrowed: “Wait, is that what you meant earlier, when you said he hates you? Is it because of that?”

The boar demon grimaced. “No, it's not that. It's … uh … well …”

Èrláng sneered: “Oh, what's wrong? Don't have the spine to explain? Or is it because technically they already know, but also don't?”

What.

“I'll give you a hint”, said the three-eyed god and pointed heavenwards. Towards the moon.

Wùkōng blinked. “Cháng'é?”

“She's my best friend. And he tried to rape her.” Èrláng's face and voice morphed into something so monstrous, that the Monkey King felt a shudder run down his spine. “I would have slaughtered him on the spot, if Cháng'é wasn't too tender-hearted to stand such a sight. It's only because of her and Guān Yīn, that this pig got to live.”

Wow.

The Monkey King side-eyed Bājiè. “You know, Third Brother, I keep questioning your self preservation instinct and now I'm questioning it even harder.”

“Same”, said Liù'ěr Míhóu.

“Hey! How was I supposed to know that the most beautiful goddess in Heaven is besties with the most terrifying god in Heaven?!”

“You should have considered, that she has powerful friends, before you harassed her! But it doesn't matter! You shouldn't have touched her regardless!”, snarled Èrláng.

Zhū Bājiè muttered something that sounded suspiciously like “I couldn't think shit, I was drunk.”

“You don't think shit, when you're sober either!”, retorted Liù'ěr Míhóu.

“Also, what kind of pathetic excuse is that!”, snapped Èrláng. “'I was too drunk to think'! Pah! You weren't too drunk to bust into her palace and try to force yourself on her! What would the world come to, if everyone could excuse their misdeeds like this! Should I now try to defend my own actions, by saying 'I was just following orders'?! It's a rubbish excuse and anyone with half a brain can see that!”

Thus reminded of his slain babies, Sūn Wùkōng stood up.

Grimly he spoke: “I'm glad to hear you see it that way. Because those were my dear grandchildren you wiped out and for that I hate you. I regret becoming your sworn brother, because now I can't take it back and I'll spend the rest of my eternal life worrying, that you will hurt them again. My master keeps talking about mercy and forgiveness and who knows! Maybe I'll get to the point, where, in a thousand years or so, I will find it in my heart to forgive you! But today is not the day, nor will it be tomorrow or any time in the foreseeable future.”

The Little Sage held his gaze and nodded. “Good to know. I wasn't going to ask for your forgiveness in the first place, but I understand and accept your decision.”

Good.

But that sliver of satisfaction instantly went out the window, when Wùkōng noticed Liù'ěr Míhóu wiggling his ears and looking at Èrláng with a strange gaze.

Pity.

The Six-Eared Macaque was pitying the three-eyed god.

What ever he had heard in the other's past and future had caused him to actually feel bad for him.

The Monkey King made note to confront the Macaque about that later.

And then Zhū Bājiè asked: “Okay, but seriously, Eldest Brother, how did you become sworn brothers with these people?”

Èrláng Shén blushed for some reason and Wùkōng was embarrassed to feel his own face heat up.

“During our first fight, actually. It was a heat of the moment kind of thing”, Èrláng admitted awkwardly.

“Yeah”, Wùkōng confirmed, equally awkward. “We were duking it out and pulling no punches and he was like 'hey, you're pretty strong, fighting you is fun' and I was like 'thanks, you're pretty strong too and I like it', and then he was like 'let's be sworn brothers' and I was like 'fuck yeah!', and that's how it happened.”

“While we were still fighting”, added Èrláng and the Monkey King nodded.

In retrospect, it had been absolutely priceless. If not for all that had happened since then, maybe Wùkōng would still be able to laugh about it.

Bājiè meanwhile was gawking at the both of them, like they were complete lunatics, which was probably exactly what he thought.

But he didn't say it out loud.

Which, in light of the fact that Èrláng Shén's aura grew more murderous every time the pig demon opened his mouth, was definitely wiser.

Loath as the Monkey King was to admit it, he understood the three-eyed Celestial's anger in this case. If someone had tried to rape one of his friends, Wùkōng would've felt the same way. So while the monkey was cranky that someone was threatening his brother with murder, Bājiè had brought this one on himself, so Wùkōng supposed he could let his nemesis have this one.

Plus, Èrláng's rage was … really fucking beautiful. This flawless face twisted into a bloodthirsty grimace; the deceptively pristine hands, that were clearly itching to wrap themselves around their enemy's head to crush it like a grape; the bloodthirsty and slightly crazed look in his eyes; the suffocatingly heavy aura, intensified by his just barely contained wrath … this was art. A beautiful, twisted, living piece of art. Wùkōng wished he could ban it on paper. Sadly, he was a crappy painter, so putting it into poems would have to do. Sūn Wùkōng had met a lot of pretty people, but none had ever stirred anything inside him. Except for this monkey murdering, arsonist, regrettably beautiful and very paintable bastard.

The Monkey King didn't like what it was doing to him. Sure, he himself was murderous and violent, but never had he been as fascinated by other people, as when he saw the unadulterated anger of the three-eyed god. He had felt it too, when they had fought 560 years ago. A thrill pulsating in his veins and tingling in his marrow. A level of excitement never experienced before or since. Not even with the Six-Eared Macaque.

No one could arouse this feeling but Èrláng Shén.

Damn that hypnotic arsehole!

Frustrated, Wùkōng decided to focus on his food and put a spoonful of soup into his mouth. Only to tear up and wheeze, when his mouth started to burn.

Èrláng tilted his head. “Great Sage, are you okay?”

“Hot! Hot! Hot! Like molten copper!”, cried Wùkōng.

Someone handed him a gourd. It turned out to be filled with milk (who was carrying a gourd full of milk?) and he emptied it greedily.

As he finally recovered from the way too spicy food thanks to the milky remedy, he noted that the men around him were trying to hold back their smiles and giggles.

He huffed: “What? Not everyone likes it spicy!”

Cue the collective laughter.

Liù'ěr Míhóu was the first to stop snickering, and held out his hand. “Alright, now you're feeling better, so give me back my gourd.”

The Monkey King complied, though he did ask, why the Six-Eared Macaque was carrying a gourd full of milk.

The white monkey shrugged. “I like milk. It's yummy and a good way to sate you for a while, if you're not lactose intolerant or allergic, which I'm not.”

“What do those words mean?”, asked Bājiè.

So the Six-Eared Macque explained it to him and the others.

“The causes for those averse reactions will be discovered 1300 years from now”, he said. “But it's a biological condition, so there's no harm in telling you people about it. Might actually help some of you, if you eat something and find yourself sick without poison. And I happen to know that one of you is lactose intolerant!”, he added pointedly, looking over the Sages of Plum Mountain.

“You're not intending to reveal each and every one of our weaknesses to your companions, are you? Because threatening to reveal the deepest, darkest secrets of powerful gods is a very dangerous game to play”, warned Èrláng.

The macaque smiled with creepy serenity: “I only expose people, who force my hand – or rather, my ears. For now I simply want you all know, that I have all this knowledge and I'm not afraid to use it against you, if you give me no other choice. But I feel bad for you, Little Sage, so your dirty secrets are safe with me!”

Èrláng's face and aura grew even darker than before, as he told the six-eared monkey: “You shouldn't flaunt your knowledge so arrogantly. People who know too much tend to get silenced by those they know too much about.”

Liù'ěr Míhóu laughed: “Oh, certainly! But you won't harm me! I heard it in your future! Besides, other than you only a handful of gods actually stand a chance against me.”

“Just like very few stand a chance against me!”, Sūn Wùkōng felt the need to brag.

The white macaque smirked: “And yet you didn't beat me!”

The Monkey King gasped, offended: “Bitch, you didn't beat me either! And we duked it out in all three realms!”

“You're the bitch!”

“No, you!”

Eventually Bājiè put an end to their bickering, by grabbing both monkeys' heads and slamming them together. “You're not little kids. Cut it out.”

“Uuugh, you shouldn't have done that!”, groaned the Six-Eared Macaque and rubbed his head. “I'm not made of stone, dammit!”

The pig demon gawked at him. “What! But you're both Spiritual Primates! If you're not made of stone like Eldest Brother, then what are you made of?!”

“Water, ice and vapour”, answered the other immediately.

“How does that work?”

“The same way Sūn Wùkōng being a stone monkey works. I hatched from an ice crystal made from the frost of a mountain, the gale of a blizzard and the vapour and water of a hot spring the wind pushed my egg into. Eventually the hot water made my icy egg crack and I came out. Any more questions?”

“… Nah, I'm good.”

“I have one”, said the three-eyed prick, “Do you have powers that the Great Sage doesn't have and some where the opposite is the case?”

“Oh, sure”, Liù'ěr Míhóu replied. “For example, I don't have his eyes of truth, nor can I create hair clones. He on the other hand doesn't have my plenary hearing, nor does he wield the Samadhi Water.”

“That exists?”, asked one of Èrláng Shén's sworn brothers.

Liù'ěr Míhóu arched an eyebrow. “Of course it does. And I can control it. It's the only type of water that can effectively extinguish the True Samadhi Fire. It also has a few other niffty powers, just like the Samadhi Fire does. There is also the Samadhi Wind, which is wielded by the Yellow Marten currently under custody of the Western Heaven.”

“Good riddance!”, Wùkōng grumbled.

“I know right, that guy fucking sucks! Anyway, those are the three extant Samadhi Elements. There used to be a Samadhi Earth, Metal and Wood too, but their last wielders died millennia ago and their skills have been lost to time. Kinda blows, that my hearing isn't enough to recreate that knowledge, but eh. Now there's nothing that can be done about it. At least we are still here to pass our knowledge on. Isn't that right, Èrláng Shén?”

Wùkōng's eyes widened.

Suddenly a lot of things made sense.

Why the fire had been as destructive as it had been, despite Flowerfruit Mountain's magic. Why so many of his monkeys had died, despite their names being erased from the Book of the Dead. Why he had only been able to restore the beauty of his island via magic.

Wùkōng couldn't help but let out a wail over his dead grandchildren.

He didn't care about the glances of discomfort thrown his way by the others as a result. He would grieve for his subjects, whenever he damn pleased, and if anyone had a problem with that, they could kiss his arse.

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1) Èrgē: Second Brother 2) Zhēnjūn: True Monarch 3) according to a Greek legend, King Croesus of Lydia got a similar prophecy from the Delphic Oracle and became his self-fulfilling prophecy, when he was defeated by Persian Great King Cyros the Great.

#journey to the west #sun wukong #erlang shen #zhu bajie #liu'er mihou #erlang shen's sworn brothers #tw: mention of sa #tw: mention of war crimes #tw: alcholism

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crackheadintheclouds · 2 years ago

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Haikyuu!!- Bokuto Textfic [Part 1]

•[Unknown send you 3 messages]•

Unknown:

Hey hey hey Akaashi!

Congratulations on new number 🥳

Not going to treat your Bokuto-san? ;)

[Unknown saved to contact as Bokuto]

You:

I'm not Akaashi-san sorry

Bokuto:

Hah! Don't make an excuse!

You have to treat me 🍝🥗🍱 lunch tomorrow

if don't then I won't spike the ball set by you.

You:

Srsly I'm not Akaashi!

You have the wrong number Bokuto-san

I'm l/n y/n, a third year studying in your very own class

Bokuto:

I never expected you to play such prank 😳 but you should know your Bokuto-san isn't stupid 🤺

Agree or not, I'm going to need my treat sooner or later :D so be prepared

You:

BOKUTO-SAN I'M NOT AKAASHI

PLEASE BELIEVE ME YOU HAVE THE WRONG NUMBER

Bokuto:

Stop it Akaashi (。-`ω-)ｰ or I will make you treat the whole team as a punishment

You:

I-

I feel bad for Akaashi-san *sniffs*

Bokuto:

Hahaha 🤡 u deserve it for pranking me

You:

You know what, I give up

Please stop messaging me or I'll have no choice but to block you

Bokuto:

ὸ.ό becoming bolder day by day huh?

Don't you dare or I'll teach you a lesson tomorrow (๑•̀д•́๑)

You:

How?

Bokuto:

I won't talk with you for the rest of the day

You:

You don't talk with me any ways so it's fine with me >:D

Bokuto:

😣 Akaashi what happened to you. Is this how you treat your senpai now?

You:

*Inhales*

(○｀д´)ﾉｼSTOP!

How many times do I have to say I'm not him?

If you don't believe me, why don't you just meet him and see it for yourself that this isn't him?

Bokuto:

Really? Istg if this is a joke ill take my revenge >:)

You:

Yeah take it glady. I hope you'll be surprised.

Bokuto:

I'm on my way to your house right now.

You better be prepared >:)

You:

No need coz I'm not him anyway.

Bye bye :D

Happy realization

A Few Minutes Later

[Spongebob voice insert]

Bokuto:

OMG EBWVWGSVGS YOU'RE NOT AKAASHI??????????

I WAS LITERALLY TALKING WITH A STRANGER AHAVECSGSV

NO WAIT

I WAS LITERALLY TEXTING A GIRL OMFGWCSFGWCG

You:

Yup lol, finally u realized

But technically I'm not a stranger since I'm your batchmate but still nevermind

Bokuto:

AVWCWTCHHWG

IM SORRY FOR THOSE THREATS THAT I THREW YOUR WAY

You:

Its fine lol no need for sorry we're classmates after all

Bokuto:

No no Akaashi-san told me to apologize ;-; and I feel guilty too

You:

Is that so? Btw I'm sorry too I was a bit rude

(　；∀；)

Bokuto:

No I don't feel well. Allow me to make it up to you y/n-san. I'll treat you lunch 😤 tomorrow

You:

OMG NO ISTG I'M FINE

NO NEED TO DO THAT PLEASE

Bokuto:

Shut up. Akaashi-san says I need to do it to have a clear conscience

You:

Do you do everything Akaashi-san tells you to do?

Bokuto:

Well yeah Akaashi-san is awesome 🤩🥰 my favorite junior and a talented setter. We're technically best friends.

You:

Yeah I can see that 😄 how you literally dropped at his home at 12 am ☠️💀 speaks volumes of your friendship. It's kinda sweet :) thou

Bokuto:

YES 🤩🥰😄

Now tell me what do u want to eat tmrw :) what's your favorite food? Sweet or savory? I heard there's a famous bakery near school who sells delicious cream rolls and oh! I also heard a new ice cream shop, we can check it out.

You:

Bokuto-san seriously there's no need for this 😅 I'm totally fine with the cafeteria food please 🛐 don't waste your money for my sake

Bokuto:

No y/n I'll take you tmrw,,,,,consider it as my treat for troubling you.If you don't accept, I'll be offended😤

You:

.........

I guess I don't have a choice, do I?

Bokuto:

No >;)

You:

Fine then but I won't accept something expensive 👀

Bokuto:

Yay :D ill be waiting for u after class -,-

You:

I hope your fangirls don't kill me for this >:)

Bokuto:

WAIT WHAT I HAVE FANGIRLS?

😱

You:

Well 😀 what do u expect? You're an ace afterall.

Top five spikers in Japan so obviously u have fangirls

Bokuto:

HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS

Let me just show this to Akaashi-san real quick 🏃💨

You:

Well Igtg before my mom spots I'm still awake and stabs me with a knife so I can sleep 😀

Gud night

Bokuto:

But we barely started talking 🥺and you're already leaving?

You:

It's past 12 am ☠️ what do you expect me to stay awake all night? Also we're going to meet tomorrow anyways so you better get some sleep too athletic guy >:)

Good night

Bokuto:

Ohk Finee!!!!

See you tomorrow <33333

good night

Sweet dreams ;D

[Bokuto saved you as L/N Y/N]

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demented-tours · 11 months ago

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Making a whine funny so it goes better with dinner.

I texted this to a friend (because I text books sometimes; sorry?), but am putting it here, too, because maybe sharing rants about the sheer improbability of existence is helpful in some other space. Or it might get me flamed into the outer rings of hell.

Meh.

~*~

Tuesday was unavoidable work hell, and on Wednesday I fucked up my back. Badly.

Of course I did. Can't feel feelings properly, so body takes hit, which means that in certain equation: XStress=YPhysicalBreakdown.

It's even predictable. Polite, my pain.

But my lower back/pelvis is now, “Worse than I’ve seen it in years” said my massage therapist.

Not great.

And I just thought to myself, "How disabled a life should I lead?"

Like, if somebody told me tomorrow, “If you quit your job, do yoga 45 minutes a day in carefully controlled environment, take THESE supplements, sleep 10 hours no matter what, and focus entirely on breathing the rest of the time, you’ll have zero pain in your life,” could I do it?

Would I want to?

Hell, I think that might be sort of what I was trying to do before I realized it was a zero sum game.

But I find that I’m at this bizarre place where I’m like, “Okay. I”m (likely)autistic-ADHD-OCD-acronym empowered. Disabled. Anxious. Chronic pain. Autoimmune bingo card winner. I have a full time, highly stressful job, and I think it’s fun to write 6 books at a time. I’ve given up most of my social outings, as I prefer to speak on the phone or in small groups. I don’t like to eat in public. Obligations give me hives. Literally. And also panic attacks.

Except for those obligations that I weirdly manage for myself? But not all of them? Like, how can, "Dee, let’s write 5000 words today!" Not stress me but "Dee let’s do laundry!" make me feel like I am facing the guillotine, and honestly, please behead me faster so it's over already?

And, conversely, how can, "Should we have sex?" feel like somebody’s asking me to scale Mount Everest naked whereas, "Can you do six hours of research on box beetles?" feel so good I feel it in my teeth?

I fucking don’t get myself. The more rocks I turn over, the more confusing it gets. I am a pile of misinformation and contradictions, and it is exhausting trying to sort out these grains of rice from these grains of wheat.

"Just take care of yourself" they say.

Sure, Jan, I say back.

Because I really feel like if I took away all my stressors, the motion of my own lungs would become annoying. Like, congratulations! You have achieved a zen state!

And then, ten minutes into said zen state, I can feel my fucking lungs moving in an obnoxiously even rhythm and want to rip them from my chest.

Because it isn’t what I do. It’s how my body/mind PERCEIVES it and REACTS to it without my fucking consent.

And yeah, I read all the books on retraining your brain. That works great if you want to stop hating spiders because one bit you as a kid and then your mom kissed your booboo, and you got the bandaid you liked.

It does not work well if spiders are attached to garden hoses because you once killed a spider and then got beaten with a hose because you left the back door unlocked before being sent to your room without supper where you rocked yourself for comfort and now you have a VERY complicated relationship with spiders (which you cannot be near) and hoses (which you like in kinky bedroom activity) and food (you can't eat supper without permission) and locks (you collect them) and being alone (which, as Taylor says, leads to ending up in crisis) and rocking (which you do only on airplanes, now, for Other Complicated Ass Reasons)*.

So yeah. Not simple.

I really don't pay my therapist enough.

But then I think all this, and I think, “Do I REALLY not like to eat in public??? I used to love it. I think? Or was I faking it? Or sometimes?

"Or is all this misinformation, too? Actually, is everything? Self, are we pretending to be disabled to get out of doing things we don’t like? Or do we legit need to get out of doing things we don’t like because we are disabled**?"

I have no fucking clue.

And my back hurts.

Sigh.

<3Dee

*(Please note: This is purely an example. I was not beaten with hoses. And I like spiders, and I rock in cars, not planes, thanks.)

**(This is my own self talk, not commentary on anybody else's disability. Because YOUR disability is 1000% legit. I will fight to the death for your self respect and accomodations. It's just my disability that's clearly for show.)

#neurodivergent #i quit my brain #disability

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violent--delights--violent--ends · 10 months ago

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PERSUASION | HERO FT FANFIC

CHAPTER 10

WC: 691

Hero pov

I don't want to mess with your career," she says, her voice so full of disappointment, almost like she feels she doesn't deserve it, but why wouldn't she? I take her hand, lacing my fingers with hers.

"Let me worry about my career, okay?"

"You've worked hard, and it's starting to pick up, Hero."

"Do you feel the same way?" She nods.

"Don't you think we owe it to ourselves to try?"

"You're leaving in three days."

I can hear the sadness in her voice, even though she's trying her hardest to hide it.

"I know, and my timing sucks, but you don't know till you try" I smile at her knowing the effect it has on her.

"That's not fair," she says, trying to sound mad.

"Come on; you can't get mad at this face," I smirk, and she laughs and then rolls her eyes.

"We're closing, guys," a girl says, walking up to the table; she looks at Jess, smiling then at me, "omg aren't you Hero Fiennes Tiffin?" she asks excitedly "can I get a picture with you?"

"Sure" I stand up, and she gets close, wrapping her arms around me.

"I can take it," Jess volunteers noticing the height difference.

"Yes, please" the girl hands Jess her phone, and she backs up, looking at the screen

"Say cheese," Jess smiles, her face lighting up; her reaction makes me smile as she snaps a few pictures.

The girl says thanks to the both of us, hugging me once more before she leaves.

"Where's Kristen?" I ask, holding the door open for Jess.

"Probably in the car talking to Stella," she says, starting to head that way.

When we get to the car, I go up to the window knocking on the driver's side. Kristen jumps, turning her head in my direction.

"Geez, man, don't do that!!" she yells.

"Sorry," I laugh, backing up so she can open the door.

"Jess, I'm going to kill him; he tried to give me a heart attack" she looks at me, as Kristen pushes me playfully.

"But he's so cute; just look at him; why would you kill that face?" Jess smiles, looking up at me.

"Oh god, you two are insane; get your asses in the car," Kristen laughs.

On the way back, I reach over and grab Jess's hand, kissing the top of it. She looks down at our hands together, then backs up at me and smiles.

"See you tomorrow?" Jess asks as I walk her to the door.

"Yeah, just text me" I bend down to hug her.

"Thanks again," she says softly, hugging me tighter.

"Anytime," I smile, kissing her forehead before leaving.

As I'm driving back to Evan's, I can't help but wonder what Jess meant by she's complicated.

You know what she means.

****

I wake up the next morning around ten and grab my phone from the table. No texts from Jess; she's probably still sleeping; she's not a morning person.

I used to call her sometimes on my lunch break, not realizing it was 10 am LA time, and would always feel bad about waking her, but she'd always say, "it's okay; how's your day so far?" it would always make me smile because I'd try to let her go back to sleep, but she'd swear she was awake.

As I'm checking my voicemails, I see one from my agent, so I call him back.

"Hey Hero, how's your morning going?"

"Good, thanks"

"Good, I just wanted to tell you that you got the role for Brooks; we are still working out some of the details but I do know filming will be in Canada."

"That's great thank you so much!"

"It was all you. I just set it up. congratulations!!"

While talking about a couple more opportunities, my phone buzzes, so I switch to the speaker and pull down my notifications bar, tapping it.

Text message from Jess

come over whenever you're ready 🙂

Okay, on the phone with my agent; I have news.🚀

I can't wait to hear it. I hope it's good news 😉

I finish up the call and then take a quick shower before heading out.

#kristen stewart #kstew #afternators #herofiennestiffin #hero fiennes tiffin #hero ft #heroft #wattpadstories #wattpad

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rurpleplayssims · 1 year ago

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"So, what's the plan for tomorrow?" Kaidan asked as they settled into the tent for the evening.

"We continue onto Riverwood" she said. "But we're hiking up to the Greybeards first. They'll be wanting the horn, won't they?"

"I suppose they won't be impressed if we got the courier git to trek up there instead?" Kaidan joked.

Minerva snorted with amusement "Sorry Kai, we have to go. I get the impression that it's...a trial of sorts for me and they want to congratulate me on it, or not."

Kaidan grinned at her "Ah well, it was worth a try."

"After we head back to Riverwood, we'll meet up with Delphine and see what hairbrained plan she has."

Kaidan frowned "She mentioned the Thalmor Embassy..."

Minerva sighed heavily "I have a bad feeling that I'm going to have to sneak in there."

"Wait what?!" he yelped, looking outraged at the mere suggestion that she was considering the ludicrous idea. "No ye bloody not, not without me anyway!"

"They'd recognise you!" Minerva said calmly. She stepped closer to him "I don't want them to have a chance to recognise you either."

Her words softened his force but heighted his fear. "Minerva, please don't."

Unconsciously, she stepped closer and took his hand in hers. He almost jumped but didn't push her away. In fact, he relished the feeling of it being just the two of them. Soon they'd have a whole gaggle of followers, and he wouldn't get much chance to speak to her when it was the two of them like this.

“I know you’re worried about me on my own” she said gently, running her fingers over his knuckles, unaware of the mini crisis he was having in his head over the action. “But I’ll need to fight certain battles on my own.”

“I can’t protect you if I’m not there!” he protested, eyes meeting hers and she saw the intense emotion brewing there. She didn’t look away “I know but if I’m going to kill Alduin, then you might not be able to travel with me to do it.”

His eyes were full of pain and she didn’t like it “She might not seriously consider the idea” she said, only half believing her words.

“She bloody did, I saw the look on her face. I swear I’ve met someone so bloody paranoid as her…” Kaidan muttered. He saw her frown “What?”

She hesitated “Well…I’m not sure if my place to say…”

“What do you mean?”

She bit her lip before looking apologetically at him “Well, the way she was always looking over her shoulder and all…I thought her actions and the way she spoke would remind you of how Brynjar was when you were little.”

He blinked, realising that she was right.

“I don’t mean to cause offence” she said hastily, squeezing his hand again. “But…that’s what came to mind. I could well be wrong.”

He nodded slowly. “I suppose it does sound similar.”

“I didn’t offend you…did I?” she asked warily.

She still hadn’t let go of his hand and he didn’t mind in the slightest. “No, no, you didn’t upset me” he said with a grin. “Don’t worry lass.”

#Minerva and Kaidan #SPOILERS #for Skyrim quests and the NEW Kaidan update #Skyrim #Skyrim SE

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hondosbestie · 2 years ago

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Pulling Rank

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x pilot!wife!reader

Summary: Angst to fluff. Mentions of missiles and gunfire. Couple curse words here and there, but nothing super major. Readers call sign is 'Blaze'.

A/N: This is my first fic in quite a while, so I hope you all enjoy! Also, I am aware that this isn't exactly what happened in the movie, but the movie isn't streaming yet so I can't really check dialogue. I will put out my rules for requests either later today, or tomorrow and then I will work on requests. Feedback is greatly appreciated!

“Shit!" I shouted. “I lost my right engine, I'm losing control." I could see the Top Gun landing pad beneath me, but I was unsure if I could get my plane under control. “Blaze, land that plane. Now." I heard Maverick's voice in my headset. “I'm trying!" Maverick flew next to me and looked over. “You've got this, focus." I nodded, and Mav flew ahead of me. We were training for the mission, and I pulled some stupid stunt to try and get missile lock on him and instead I lost an engine. I steadied my plane to the point where I controlled it long enough to land. When I finally shut my plane off, I was able to breathe for the first time in what felt like forever. I took one more second to myself and then climbed out of the plane.

"Shit, Y/n, you okay?" Hangman asked me. "I'm good." "Thank God. I am so sorry." "It's not your fault, it happens." He nodded, and I could tell he was beating himself up about it even if he didn't want to admit it to me. "Jake, it's not your fault. I promise." "I know, just glad you're not hurt." "Me too." "I think someone else might be glad to find out you're okay." He pointed up to the building in front of us. Bradley sat with his head in his hands, he obviously heard I lost an engine. "I better go talk to him, please don't beat yourself up over this." "I could never." He answered with his signature smirk. I waved bye to him and made my way up to Rooster.

He stood up from where he was sitting when he saw me walk in. "You're okay." I nodded, and he pulled me into a hug. "I'm okay, it wasn't anything big." "It wasn't that big? You could've died all because you decided to pull some stupid stunt to show off." He wasn't technically wrong, I did pull a stunt, I tried to get missile lock on Hangman and instead lost an engine. "Seriously? You can't just be happy that I'm okay, and that I landed my plane safely?" "I am, but all I'm saying is if I was up there, I would've ordered you to land your plane as soon as I figured out what you were doing." I laughed coldly. "You would've tried to pull my rank on me? Are you serious?" "If it meant you were safe, then yes. I would have!" "Did you fail to remember that I am the same rank as you?" "That's not the point Y/n! You keep pulling stupid stunts like that, you're going to get yourself killed!" "I have worked my ass off to be here Rooster! I know you worked hard, and I know you were set back four years, but I worked ten times harder to get here all because I am a female in a male dominated field. You will never know what that is like, so don't you dare tell me I'm going to get myself killed! I landed my plane, and I am still here, that is all that matters. If you don't like that, too bad. Go screw yourself Rooster!" I walked away from him, not caring to fight anymore.

A couple days later, we all sat in a training room waiting for Maverick to announce who would be going on the mission. Rooster sat by himself, a weird feeling settled over the room, as we would usually sit together, but I had bigger things to worry about. Today was the day that I would find out if all my hard work really did pay off. "Good morning, aviators, I'm sure you're all anxious to find out who will be going on the mission." I looked over at Bradley, who was nervously tapping his foot. "Okay, coming with me will be Rooster, Phoenix and Bob, and Payback and Fanboy. Congratulations. Blaze and Hangman will wait on standby in the case something goes wrong." Maverick gave us a chance to look around at each other. "You're all dismissed, I want you all geared up tomorrow morning."

Hangman and I sat in separate planes that were parked next to each other. Everyone else had taken off already, and we listened closely on the radios. Maverick was almost at the target, which meant Phoenix and Bob were not far behind him. "Lasers ready, take your shot." Bob's voice rang out. "Got it, let's get out of here and open up the air space for Rooster, Payback, and Fanboy." Everything after that went smoothly, and even though Fanboy's laser didn't work correctly, Rooster was still able to get the shot. Now was the worst part. The enemy was sure to know they were there, and it was going to be a dog fight to get out. I heard shots being fired and people screaming over the radio. "We lost connection with Maverick. He's offline." When I heard that, I got really worried. That must mean he was shot down. "Rooster, why are you going back towards the enemy?" Phoenix shouted into the radio. "I have to find him!" The next few minutes were Phoenix and Payback trying to convince Rooster not to go back for him. There were 2 explosions and then the line went quiet. "Roosters offline." My heart jumped into my throat when I heard that. I looked over to Hangman, stopping the tears from falling from my eyes. "Do I have permission to go up?" I asked the tower. "Negative Blaze. Stay grounded." "Damnit!"

I sat in silence, waiting for everyone else to come back. I truly believe Rooster was still alive, Maverick with him, but I couldn't go up and see for myself. "Who the hells flying the f-14?" Payback said into the radio. It caught my attention, even if it meant nothing. "Holy shit, is that Maverick?" Fanboy said afterwards. I looked over at Hangman, while he began talking to the tower. "Roosters riding backseat!" Was the next thing to come out of Fanboy's mouth. "We got to go back and help them." "No need, you guys get back here safely. I'm coming up." Hangman's voice cut through. I watched Hangman put his helmet on. "Be safe!" I yelled before the canopy came down. He sent me a peace sign and I watched him take off.

While he was gone, Phoenix and Bob landed. I stayed in my plane to wait for any updates. After Phoenix got out of her own plane, she came over to mine. "You guys alright?" I asked. "We're good." She said with a smile. I heard the radio crackle to life, so I turned my full attention over to it. "Good morning aviators, this is your savior speaking." Cocky Hangman. "I got Mav and Rooster, we're on our way back now." I felt like a weight was truly lifted off of me when I heard that. "He's going to be okay." I smiled at Nat. "He's going to be okay."

Fanboy and Payback weren't far behind Bob and Phoenix and landed just a couple minutes before them. After I gave each of them a hug, I waited with them on the tarmac for my husband's arrival. I saw Hangman's plane and following him was an old f-14 with Maverick in the pilot's seat. Hangman moved out of the way to let them land first. They were missing a wheel, so this was going to be tricky. They landed onto the tarmac but did not slow down until they hit the netting and the plane came to a halt. After Hangman landed, I ran over to the f-14 just as soon as Rooster jumped out. I threw my arms around him, and he didn't hesitate to do the same. "I was so scared. Thank God you're okay." "I'm okay." He kissed the top of my head. I pulled away to look at him. "I'm so sorry about the past couple days." "It's okay." "I tried to go up and they wouldn't let me." "I know, but none of that matters now. I'm safe and I'm with you and that's all I need."

#top gun #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x y/n #bradley bradshaw #rooster bradshaw fic #rooster x reader #Bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #hangman top gun #rooster top gun #soph.writes 🫶🏼

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maizumis · 4 years ago

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— HAIKYUU BOYS AND BABY FEVER

ft. timeskip! bokuto koutaro, iwaizumi hajime, suna rintaro, tsukkishima kei, osamu miya

note: female reader‼️ umh yeah, I'm gonna be writing dad! haikyuu cause I live for that. also I'm very sleepy so idk how great I edited, I will be double checking tomorrow

•BOKUTO always knew he wanted to have kids, the amount of love and energy they had was the cutest thing in front of his eyes, his baby fever just hitted different from time to time, like right now, after the jackals won a important match, he saw one of his teammates family running to him to congratulate him, the cutest laugh that came from the little baby in his wife arms, clapping her tiny hands and giving a smoosh to his father cheeks "kou! congrats! you were the best one out there, I'm so proud of you!" he hugged you, but his attention was some where else, looking at the direction he was seeing, finally understanding what was going on his mind "that could be us kou, I want that to be us" now his attention was on you, his hands grabbing your waist, both your body's exclusively close "I want that to be us too, I promise you, that is gonna be us in no time baby" sealing his promise with a kiss

•IWAIZUMI and you were babysitting a friend's baby today, he had the little kid sitted on his lap, trying, just trying to feed her "come on, please, your parents are not gonna trust me anymore if you don't eat" the sound of the door opening catched his and the baby attention "hajime! I'm finally home!! and look a the little cutie we have here!" the little girl extending his arms so you could grab her "look how big you are! those cubby cheeks are killing me! is uncle iwa feeding you?" her head moving from left to right, iwaizumis mouth wide open "then I guess I should feed you, open your mouth baby" hajime was jealous, you could tell, the girl in your arms was patiently waiting for you to come home so you could feed her. as jealous as he was, he couldn't stop thinking this scene as a regular in the household or maybe waking up beside you and his little one every morning, your voice took him out of his thoughts "hajime I think she's sleepy, come here let's go watch a movie at the living room" he nodded and got up, what he didn't expect was the child now wanting to go into his arms "he wants you iwa" placing her on his chest and carefully lay himself on the couch, you followed behind, resting your head in his shoulder while one of your hands was on the sleepy baby's back, he was one hundred per cent sure he was gonna ask you about this once the two of you were alone

•SUNA and you were lying in bed, your head on the skin of his chest, soundly sleeping after telling him you were tired, he kept one of his arms around you while the other one was scrolling thru tiktok, baby tiktok to be specific, to loose in the videos, smiling at the little babys actions, he didn't feel you woke up, keeping your mouth shut, you decided to watched the cutes tiktoks with him. a video of a baby sleeping appeared on his page, mouth hung open snoring a little on his mother chest "would you give me a baby, rin?" yous sudden tone of voice scared him "jeez baby, I thought you were asleep" looking straight at him, with pouty face "I woke up a while ago but would you, Rin?" he kiss your forehead and brings your head to his chest again, thinking how much he wants a little suna of his own "I think you need to wait until tonight to find out"

•TSUKKI was working with a group of toddlers this afternoon in the museum, all kids full of curiosity, it wasn't until he saw on of the little boys run to his mom to give her a kiss that he felt something, like something was missing in his life, maybe is just a weird feeling and it's gonna go away in an hour or two, but coming home and be greeted with a huge hug with tiny arms rounding his neck didn't felt wrong, at all. he went home thinking of that, maybe he would have a little girl with his personality and a mix of both your eyes, or maybe a little boy that loved history and nature just as he did with that blonde hair of his "I'm home" he says with a little smile on his face, work today was great "welcome home kei! how did you do today? I missed you, I felt a little alone at some point" before answering, he grabbed you by the waist and gave you a kiss "I did great, I think I have an idea so you don't feel as lonely when I'm out, love"

•OSAMU was working at the restaurant today, actually a lazy day at the shop, you could hear the little giggle of the twins in one of the front tables, those chubby babies that remind him of his own twin brother and his childhood. the little kids were now making funny faces to him, trying to take out a reaction out of his big, muscular body, he gave in exchange a funny face too and the boys on the other side of the shop were over the moon, laughing with the sweet voice they had, shirts now full of rice, but who cares about that when they were both so happy? standing in the shop gates, you saw all the scene in front of you, how those childs and your husband had a little moment, making your way to the counter, passing as a costumer, you tell osamu "hi! I would like a baby in my womb, quickly if you can please! I'm in a hurry!" osamu was taking this serious as if you were a real costumer, until he raised his head and saw your eyes, those eyes that had him falling in love every single day since highschool "sure, a baby coming right away for ya"

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rogue-durin-16 · 4 years ago

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YOU DRIVE ME MAD

Summary: Fred's and Y/n's silly rivalry may have more to do with love than with hate; after a fatal incident, some confessions are made.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst-fluff

Tags:

Fred Weasley: @whiskeyn-rain @lumos-solemn

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa

Warnings: brief mention of violence, blood, language (this seems a lot darker than it is lmao)

A/N: idk man I just love this idiot so here it comes another oneshot. The reader's house is not specified btw. Enjoy <3

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

Fred spotted me and walked to stand near me before asking jokingly "On your way to kill a man, Y/n?" Oh, little did he know.

"what is that?!" I exclaimed at the sight of my friend's bruised arm.

"uhm... Nothing."

"who did that to you?" I knew the answer before I even got it. My friend had gone to break up with that Cormac McLaggen the previous night; she had finally listened to us and ended that toxic relationship they had, but apparently she got a souvenir from it.

"It's fine- he didn't mean to- Y/n don't do anything stupid." Too late, I saw red.

"I don't have time for your bullshit, Weasley." I curtly replied bumping his shoulder while I walked past him, making his smile drop in confusion. I never missed the opportunity to start a playful argument with him, but, as I had said, I didn't have time for that.

With the corner of my eye, I saw him joining my friends in the task of trailing after me.

I spotted the bastard chatting with his friends in the middle of the hallway that led to the Great Hall. "Oi, McLaggen!"

"Evening, Y/l/n." That filthy grin vanished from his face when I kicked him in the balls, triggering some gasps from our peers and a grunt of pain from him.

"Listen carefully, you loathsome pig." I leaned over to be eye to eye with him. "If you dare to lay a finger on my friend again— if you even think about it— I'll become your personal nightmare." I stood upright again, his eyes full of hate and rage following my movements. "You don't deserve a bloody warning, but I'm a generous woman." Poison dripped off my tongue, my eyes throwing daggers at him as I stepped back and turned around.

My eyes met Fred's worried ones while I made my way to my friends; they surely had told him enough for the ginger to know this was no time for joking and teasing.

His gaze then flickered behind me with panic and I realized a tad too late I shouldn't have turned my back to McLaggen; at the end of the day, pride overpowered honour in a lot of Gryffindors.

I spun around, grabbing my wand from my pocket, but I wasn't fast enough; before I knew what was happening, Fred was in front of me, serving as a human shield from the jinx.

The unknown spell hit his back and propelled us in my friends' direction. I was quickly on my knees, sitting Fred up and earning a grunt in the process, which I initially thought was caused by the fall. "Are you mental?!" My friend casted an Expelliarmus at the younger Gryffindor, long forgotten due to Fred's actions.

"My back— AH!" He yelped when I tried to pull him up.

"OI!" A first year who had made his way to the first row of students frantically gestured at Fred's back. "He's bleeding!!"

"What?!" I made him lean on me to take a look at his white shirt, now stained with blood. What I thought to be a harmless jinx turned out to be fatal.

"He's not supposed to be bleeding!" Cormac shouted, as panicked as I was.

One of my friends said something about going to look for George while the others shoot off to look for Madam Pomfrey.

"I'm gonna kill him..." Fred mumbled through gritted teeth, his voice shaky and weak. He felt so fragile in my arms, and I couldn't help the tears stinging my eyes.

"Fred—" his hands, which had been gripping my forearms, lost strength as the boy's body relaxed. "For fuck's sake don't fall asleep."

"... 'm trying..."

"FREDDIE!" His twin brother rushed to us, falling on his knees by his brother's side.

"I'm sorry." McLaggen had walked to us, keeping a safe distance.

"YOU'RE DEAD MCLAGGEN!" George stood up before I could stop him. Luckily for everyone, Madam Pomfrey showed up.

"Oh Lord! Mister Weasley, quick! Help me with your brother!" The Healer commanded, and soon they were pulling Fred off my grasp and rushing to the infirmary.

I was left in the middle of the hallway with my friends showering me with worried questions and reassurance.

What the fuck had just happened?

~~~~~~~~~~~~

During dinner, several girls and a couple of boys came to congratulate me for kicking McLaggen's balls, and it would have been a lot more satisfactory if Fred Weasley hadn't stepped in the middle.

As soon as I finished my meal, I headed to the infirmary through the now quiet halls, only to find there were too many people visiting.

Of course, George was there, along with their younger siblings and Lee Jordan, but in front of them stood Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall and none other than Cormac McLaggen himself.

"—already told you it wasn't for you!"

"How is that an apology, Mister McLaggen?" McGonagall scolded him, refraining herself from hitting the boy herself.

"You better fucking run, McLaggen, because the moment I can step out of this bed I swear on Godric I will—"

"Enough, Mister Weasley!" I almost pitied the poor woman. Her House was probably the most problematic. "All of you must go to your dormitories, Mister Weasley needs to rest." I stood on the entrance of the room, unsure of whether I should leave or enter, until Flitwick's eyes landed on my form. He redirected McGonagall's attention to me, and I felt the need of shying away. "Miss Y/l/n," I didn't miss the failed attempt of Fred to move; luckily, he was stopped by his sister. "I suppose you wanted to pay a visit?"

"Uhm... I did, Professor." I confessed, fidgeting with the sleeves of my robe. "I know it's late—"

"Don't take too long." She spoke, motioning everyone to follow her. "Curfew is still at 10." She reminded me in a warning tone, passing by.

As soon as they were out, I made my way to Fred, who lay on his stomach in one of the beds, the sheets only covering his legs an hips in order to avoid the clothing chaffing his damaged skin.

"You have a heart after all, huh?" He teased once I stood in front of him.

"How are you?" He frowned at my genuine question; the ginger surely expected me to make a witty comeback, but again, it didn't seem the time.

"A tad better." He gave me a reassuring half smile, deciding to drop our banter for a night. "Flitwick said he used a stinging jinx but casted it wrong." Fred huffed. "A bloody tosser."

He motioned at the chair behind me and I sat down, scooting closer to the bed. I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that he had jumped in front of me. It had hit his back, but I knew it was meant to hit my face —what a mess that would have been—, and I couldn't help but feel a bit guilty.

"Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"It's not on you." I felt my face flaring up at the ease with which he saw through me. I wasn't the first time he did that, but it was the first time he didn't use it to tease me.

"I know, I just—" I sighed. "I don't know." Though my sight was casted down, I still felt his worried gaze on me. "I'm gonna murder him."

"I reckon George will overtake us both on that." He tried to laugh but ended up in a since instead. "Or Gin. Maybe they'll team up with Ron and we'll find a corpse in the Gryffindor common room tomorrow." This time it was me who laughed. "How's your friend?"

"She'll be alright." I informed, distracting myself with a loose string at the hem of my skirt.

"And you?" I met his eyes with a hum leaving my mouth. "How are you?"

"Been better." I confessed.

Silence.

"Can you pass me the water?" I nodded, holding the glass in front of him and putting the straw in his mouth so he could take a couple of sips. "Thanks."

"No worries."

Silence again.

"Did you eat something?"

He scrunched his nose. "Not really."

"I'll go grab something from the kitchens." I didn't get far before his long fingers wrapped around my wrist.

"I'd rather have you here keeping my company." I then sat down again, his fingers only leaving my wrist to intertwin with mines. "I'm not hungry anyway."

More silence.

"Your hand is really soft." I reckon those words involuntarily escaped his lips by the way his eyes widened. "I don't know why I said that."

"Yours is too, surprisingly."

"Surprisingly?" He quirked an eyebrow at me, and I didn't quite realise what his grin was about until I spoke again.

"I imagined they'd be more rough." Oh no. "That came out wrong— I meant—"

"That you've imagined what my hands would feel like?" He was trying to bite back a laugh at the way my face turned red.

"No!"

"You sure?"

"Positive."

"Liar."

There we went again; the white flag was out.

"Fuck you."

"Please." My cheeks turned even redder, and I wanted to think it was because of the anger. "You look really cute when you blush."

"You look really cute when you keep your mouth shut."

"Then shut me, love." He wiggled his brows at me.

"I would, but I don't wanna punch you in this state."

"You're very agressive." He pointed out, shocked that I didn't get what he was implying. "I meant with a kiss."

"Ew-" I pretended to gag. "no!"

He tugged on my hand and pulled me to my knees falling right in front of his eyes with our faces inches away. "C'mon Y/l/n, we're dragging this on now." His eyes kept falling on my mouth after I had unconsciously chewed on my lower lip.

"We're... We're not dragging on anything." I wasn't sure if I was trying to convince him or myself.

"Do you want me to start? Alright, you drive me mad." He forced his gaze to be fixed on mine. "You're annoying, rude and a pain in the arse." I huffed. "But you're also quick-witted and caring and brave." Gosh I hated how easily he made me blush. "Sometimes I want to punch you in that pretty face of yours but other times— most of the times— all I wanna do is kiss you." His thumb caressed the back of my hand. "Hell, I threw myself between you and that blonker without thinking twice!"

He raised his eyebrows, silently prompting me to say something, but I just didn't know what to say.

"Miss Y/l/n," Madam Pomfrey called, making me let go of Fred's hand an stood up. "It's almost ten o'clock! Let Mister Weasley rest." I nodded, not even looking in Fred's direction as I exited the infirmary.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

FRED'S P. O. V.

The morning after the incident, Dean and Neville dragged in an unrecognisable McLaggen; they were probably the only ones who cared about that bloke enough to take him to Madam Pomfrey, though they did it half-heartedly.

I was discharged after three days in, right before lunch, and obviously, I was received as a hero; several people came to praise my bravery or ask how I was feeling, but I just wanted to see one person.

That night in the infirmary I was sure she felt the same way —hell, I had been sure for a couple of months— but after seeing her reaction, I didn't really know anymore.

I could always tell her it was a prank, and we would go back to our usual bickering. "Weasley!" Shit. "Fred!" She specified when the four of us turned at the call of our surname, almost jogging in my direction. "Can we talk?"

"Go ahead, darling." I prompted her without moving from my seat.

"In private?"

"Nah," I begged Godric for her not to see behind my grin the panic that produced me the mere thought of being left alone with her.

"Are you joking?" She huffed and, after taking a deep breath, she spoke. I wasn't expecting her to speak. "So you see, you're cheeky and stupid and not nearly as funny as you think." Ginny spit her pumpkin juice due to Y/n's harsh words. "but I... ugh! Okay— I want to kiss you too."

This time it was Ron who choked on his drink. "What's going on?"

"I feel like we missed an important part of this conversation." George commented.

This time it was Y/n who awaited for an answer. "This is literally the most embarrassing thing ever, so at least say something." She commanded in a rather rude tone, tapping her shoe against the floor.

I winced ever so slightly at the effort of getting up, but it was worth it when I saw her expression as I towered her; I reckon I had never seen her that sheepish before.

"That's a really mean way of saying you're attracted to me." I observed, quirking a brow at her. "Dunno why I fancy you so much."

"Well that makes the two of us." I couldn't help but chuckle at her attitude before cupping her cheeks and bring her lips to mine.

Finally.

Despite being a short, innocent kiss, was enough to make us both blush and grin like idiots.

"Awww" I rolled my eyes at my twin's mockery, knowing damn well I wouldn't hear the end of it.

"Why do I feel like I'm gonna miss you two being at each other's throat?" I couldn't care less about Ron's question as Y/n pulled me down for another kiss.

Almost bleeding to death seemed worth it in that moment.

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thebigoblin · 3 years ago

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PROMPT MEME: SEND ME A SHIP / 2 OR MORE CHARACTERS + A NUMBER

"You really do know me."

"That's a duck. In my house."

"What? I can't do something nice for you?"

"Fine. I'll do it, but it will cost you."

"This is going to sound crazy..."

"I may have tripped him. Just a little."

"Grow up!"

"Talk to me. I want you to talk to me."

"Is that enough?"

"You're so fucking annoying."

"Don't you dare—holy hell what the fuck is this?!"

"Terrified, really. I mean it. I am terrified of it."

"Enjoy this last moment of peace."

"That... is what you get in return."

"Wake me up early tomorrow?"

"Don't you dare wake me up before it's noon."

"Like [name] is going to be able to pull it off."

"I don't know about you but... I have faith in [name]."

"[Name]? Nope, you've got the wrong person."

"You... call me any time, and you... call me never."

"Regret, my dear friend, is a heavy sin to wear."

"It wasn't a bad date... I think."

"I can't ever look at it the same way again. You've ruined it for me and I hate you so much right now."

"It's like looking into a mirror. A slightly warped mirror, but a mirror nonetheless."

"Remind me to avoid [name] next time."

"Feed me!"

"The joke? What joke? I don't remember making a joke."

"You'll be dead before midnight, I'll make sure of it."

"We are... not sure."

"Love isn't just about the nice things. It's the bad things too, and you're everything to me. The bad, the ugly, the best thing that's ever happend to me. How could you not know I love you?"

"Forgive me... but that was hot."

"Nope. No. Not happening on my watch!"

"Welcome to my humble abode."

"Congratulations! You're the biggest asshole in the world."

"Sincerity doesn't suit you."

"Walk me through it again."

"Quit whining, you are ruining my auditory aesthetic."

"Plan a wedding they said... it would be fun they said!"

"Kick that thing away from me!"

"Never fear, because I am here—Nope, I'm out of this place. Goodbye."

"Are you seriously implying that?"

"Gorgeous is what you are, my love."

"You don't know me know at all, do you?"

"Fuck... has it really been ten years since we first met?"

"I'm not doing the dishes this week. Again."

"Come back here!"

"I think we all know what you meant."

"If I say yes, will you help me?"

"Tonight is about us. Just us."

"I miss those days."

"You... are not wrong."

"Why didn't I think of that before?"

"Being dumb is not a choice, it's an aesthetic that I embrace. Enthusiastically."

"Remind me why I love you again?"

"Queer Eye is amazing and if you disagree, get off my damn couch and leave."

"Impressive. But I still don't think you can do it."

"Let me have one fucking moment!"

"Cheers! We are still alive. To face another year... why are we celebrating this again?"

"Damn it, I told you not to touch the potion!"

"You look weird. I love you."

"Pretty please? If you say yes then I'll cook you your favorite meal tomorrow."

"That was not a no..."

"Geez, jealous much?"

"Curating our own experiences is just such a nice thing we can do online... wish we could do it offline too."

"You mean killing people?"

"Tomoato Ketchup is used as blood on sets... have you ever wondered if in a bizzaro opposite world human blood is used as ketchup?"

"Explain yourself right this instant."

"Sweetie... we always meant to tell you..."

"We're watching the same Moon."

"If I don't make it, just know that our song marks the spot."

"Clever... is not a word I'd use to describe your friend."

"Thinking is a skill that you lack."

"Stop! Please stop, I'll tell you everything you wanna know!"

"That doesn't sound so bad..."

"Let me guess, you didn't heed the sign post that said 'Don't Go Inside'?"

"Typical idiots behavior. What happened next?"

"So about that..."

"I may have done something I shouldn't have and now I think my partner is going to leave me and I can't let that happen because I love them and—[NAME OF PARTNER'S PET] IS MISSING!"

"Dead. So fucking dead. I'm going to be deader than a poor chicken being grilled on the stove!"

"It was just a nightmare, love."

"Call me again after midnight and I'm going to come and kill you."

"How does it feel to be you right now?"

"Never Have I Ever... gotten busted doing the devil's tango on a teacher's desk with the teacher's kid."

"I'm out of options now. You're my last hope."

"Fixing our relationship is so much harder than starting over, I know, but I want to fight for the us that we are now. We're not at our best but I also don't want to lose everything that we have had till now."

"You're a fucking menace. I should have never married you."

"Please tell me that's not—And yup. There goes that hope."

"Help me! I've got a date in an hour and I have got nothing to wear."

"Seriously. Seriously? You've got to be kidding me."

"This is not what I signed up for, but can't say I'm not enjoying myself."

"No, you're not hallucinating, my kid just has a habit of showing up unannounced. Hey kiddo!"

"Magic is not real!"

"Imagine you're at the beach... and you get drowned by the sea because she's been increasing steadily because of the melting ice caps."

"I'm dying. I'm literally dying and you're laughing."

"Tonight... I'm going to propose."

"They think we've been together ten years, not a few hundred years babe. We gotta act like it."

"Knowing that I've lived a dozen different lifetimes and I've always loved you? That makes me the luckiest person in existence."

"Assuming that you knew what you were doing... what were you doing, exactly?"

"If I was capable of anger, I'd be flipping the table right about now."

"That's... not a lie. But it definitely feels like you are hiding something from me, and I'm going to find out what it is! Just you wait!"

#writing prompts #writing #sh.prompts #okay so i've just had this in my drafts for a long time... and i wanna post this now #i'm NOT doing prompts right now #this is just to get it out there because i'm sick of looking at this in my drafts lmao #sh.rambles #also obviously: feel free to reblog and add your inbox/ask box link for prompts :)#yeah i'm procrastinating shhh

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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years ago

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Holaaaa!!! This chapter has come as a blessing after the shittiest of days, here we go!!

If I Have to Do One More Fucking Interview

THE BEGINNING

Fuck Shinyun... I just wanted to get it out 🤭

“I’m not having sex with you in public, Alexander!”

Yes you will 😈

Alec is the only thing that connects him to this place. To all of it.

Oh Magnus 😔 Is that why you wanted to run to London after the divorce?

“You don’t have to stop smoking for me if that’s what you are asking,” Magnus replies.

But you should stop smoking because even though is very sexy I'm getting worried!!

“No,” Alec replies.

Is like we are the same person 🤣

Maia 😍😍😍

“I don’t know,” Alec shrugs. “There are bigger deals. Being the senator’s son doesn’t hold a candle to being your boyfriend.”

And he dares call Magnus cheesy 😒

“I don’t even want a job in science!”

I don't like where this conversation is going 😔

“I understand,” It’s Maia who speaks. “You can be good at something and still not want to do it for a living.”

This is so true!!

And he hasn’t allowed himself to think about all of this.

😫😫😫

“You know. You’ve said the F word 27 times since we started talking,” Maia notes.

Is an exclamation point for him, leave him alone 😎

“You are what my lecturer calls a PR nightmare,” she tells Alec, but her mouth is curving a little in the corner.

Congratulations! he is your PR nightmare now, please sing the adoption papers here and here

THE MIDDLE

If anything is a lethal look, it’s that.

These two are so horny for each other and yet we haven't got enough sexy time 🤷🏻‍♀️

Half hour, and one thoroughly satisfying work out session, later, they have breakfast. Max and Rafe are awake now too.

Finally 🙌🏼

“Besides, it’s not technically an interview,” Magnus informs. “It’s an autocomplete interview.”

Ooh I love those!!

His paranoia seems almost silly now. The fears of a boy on the run and nothing more.

Ouch foresight is a bitch 🥲

“Park! Park! Park!” their three-year-old starts chanting at the breakfast table.

The way I love my chaotic child 😍😍

People Who Can Hold Their Liquor + Simon

These chat names give me life!!

Simon:

You know what. Screw this.

@izzy will you marry me?

Is this the best proposal ever??

“You know what,” Magnus says and picks up the cloth. “I bet I can still carry you in this. Come here.”

😍😍😍 too cuteeee!!!

He smiles, his heart full.

Happy Magnus is the best Magnus

“I want one,” Alec tells him, looking at his phone. “A girl.”

I'm a girl 🙋🏻‍♀️

How is Magnus Bane…How is Magnus Bane related to Camille Belcourt?”

Goddamnit.

Fuck Camille... undefited queen of the Fuck You club!!

These questions are amazing!!!

“Right here,” Alec replies and points to himself. “Magnus Bane’s family is right here.”

Perfection

THE END

Rafeee!!! I wanted another Rafe POV 🥳

“Why not?” Max asks, looking down at his tank top – which says, ‘Pussy Power’.

🤣🤣 my child

There is a link to a BuzzFeed quiz. “Which Taylor Swift Album Are You?”

I did this test and got RED ❤ which one are you Dani?

The same goes with dad and bapak too. People are always publically thirsting after them.

Sorry Rafe I can't help myself your parents are hot

It’s probably why he hates Shinyun too.

Fuck Shinyun, that hot well dressed opportunist

I hope this tweets don't get too mean or might have to kill people 🔪

Max grins at the camera. “Are you roasting me or are you roasting Mallory?”

The handles 🤣🤣🤣

How mean is that mean tweet?

WTF?? I feel curious but also like knowing will hurt 😫

Wait is the tweet in the jacket??

Oh, Max indeed

Let my babies be happy and together!!

At least we didn't get Malec angst in this one

Thank youuuu Dani, this was amazing and surprisingly fun, we'll probably pay for it next chapter but I really needed this today so I don't mind... thank you ❤❤❤❤

Your reactions and gifs make me cackle so bad I CANNOT.

I hope your shitty day is over and tomorrow is kinder! Sending you good vibes.

I did do the "which Taylor Swift album are you" quiz and I got Folklore too sfkvsdncsjk. It says "You're original, introspective, and intelligent. You spend a lot of time in your own head, writing little stories and thinking about the world."

#tlnd

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doyumacy · 4 years ago

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FALLOUT |LH| ELEVEN

*gif not mine

PAIRING: donghyuck x reader bodyguard!donghyuck

WARNINGS: mentions of jaemin taeyong. swearing, unprotected sex (fingering, nipple play)

WORD COUNT: 3,2K

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the next chapter is the last one !!

“If you’re calling to keep telling me how stupid and idiot I am, then I suggest you hang up. I don’t care what you have to say,” you spoke when you picked Taeyong’s call.

When you told him the news, you didn’t expect for him to react the way he did. He got furious, and you could swear to yourself you had never seen him that furious. You knew he didn’t like Donghyuck, but you never thought he hated him. No. Despise him.

He was deeply upset about losing you. Losing the love of his life to that asshole. Taeyong watched you with tearful eyes and left your house. Now he had to become the heartless villain because if he couldn’t be happy with you, then one could.

“Don’t worry, you made it very clear your lovelife isn’t none of my business,” He muttered.

“Exactly,” you snapped.

“I just called because my mother wants to see you, but I can tell her you’re busy.”

“Oh…” you sighed. “I uhm… tell her I can meet her for lunch tomorrow.”

“Sure.”

And with that, he hung up.

“Your mother isn’t in town,” Jaemin furrowed, looking at Taeyong.

“I know.”

“Are you gonna tell me why you’re being like this?” Jaemin questioned.

“What do you mean?” Taeyong unbuttoned his suit jacket and sat on his chair.

“All weird. You should be happy for her.”

Taeyong rolled his eyes. “And who did she end up with.”

“Donghyuck loves her, yeah, I mean, I don’t exactly support his past but he wants to change and is paying for what he did,” Jaemin shrugged.

“Donghyuck is an asshole,” Taeyong darted his eyes to him.

“But she loves him.”

Taeyong huffed, placing both hands on his desk. Jaemin tilted his head, confused. “Are you perhaps jealous?”

“Why would I be?” Taeyong let his head rest in his hand.

“You tell me.”

“You’re talking nonsense, Jaemin. Go home.”

“Am I?” Jaemin glared at him.

“Fuck off,” Taeyong snorted.

"You're in love with her, aren't you?" Jaemin narrowed his eyes sometimes with slight head tilt

"Yes." Taeyong massaged his temples. "But I guess it doesn't fucking matter now."

"Why you never told her?" Jaemin's voice softened and sat in front of him.

"Because I'm an idiot," Taeyong shook his head in hesitation. "And now she's high off her ass on feelings for him."

Jaemin sighed. "There are plenty of women out there, Tae. Maybe she wasn't for you."

"Yeah." Taeyong stroked his cheek, still head resting in his palm. "Whatever."

After Jaemin left, Taeyong decided to go for a ride and somehow ended up in where your father was hiding. It was one of his warehouses anyways. He parked his car and got off of it. He walked up the stairs and opened the door and found your father sitting on the couch, reading a book.

"Isn't a bit late for visits?" Your father queried, eyes still on the book.

"Your daughter's gonna get married," Taeyong closed the door behind him.

"Congratulations I guess?" He smarted.

Taeyong sighed frustrated. "That wedding can't happen."

"Well, in case you don't recall I don't have the best relationship with her."

"I need to play it by ear something," Taeyong placed his hands on his hips, walking around the room.

"Why do you even care?" Your father glanced at him and then he furrowed.

Taeyong stayed quiet and looked at him. "Now I get why you have me here. This is a passionate revenge.”

Taeyong cocked an eyebrow, looking at him. "You want me to get rid of him, don't you?" Your father inquired.

"That wasn't the plan, but I don't dislike what you said at all." Taeyong sat in front of him.

"I would gladly kill him," Your father smirked. "That son of a bitch ruined my plans. If I didn't get my happy ending then neither does he."

"You know," your father placed the book on the table and continued speaking, "Yuta and I's plan was great, and Haechan or whatever his name is, he simply couldn't keep his hands to himself and fucked up everything.”

“Please don’t remind me you tried to murder her because I still want to rip your head off,” Taeyong snapped.

Your father laughed. “And what's your plan, pretty boy? Killing him and then making her fall in love with you?”

“I wouldn't mind that at all,” Taeyong tilted his head.

“If she never fell in love with you, what makes you think she will after losing his beloved boyfriend?” Your father smarted.

“Because this time I am not a teenager, I am a man,” Taeyong smirked. “A man who is willing to be with her in her grief.”

“You’re pretty messed up, kid.”

“Wanna talk about messed up?” Taeyong raised an eyebrow.

Your father shook his head. “So, do you have something in mind or do you want me to think of something?”

“I have something planned.” Taeyong smiled.

You were waiting for Taeyong's mom outside her favorite restaurant. You frowned when you realized she was late. She was never late for anywhere.

You sighed and got up from the table determined to leave, when Taeyong appeared in front of you. You weren't happy to see him, which was weird. If it had been another occasion, you would be very glad to see him and have lunch together. But not now. You were furious with him.

"You're leaving already?" He asked, looking at you.

You nodded. "I guess your mother couldn't come."

Taeyong pressed his lips together. "I lied to you, she's not even in town."

"Then I better go," you grabbed your bag and walked beside him to leave the restaurant. He grabbed your arm, making you turn back to face him.

You yanked yourself free and hissed. “I don’t wanna argue with you again, Taeyong. I’m leaving.”

"Just... listen to me, please?" His eyes darted yours. "Please."

You let out a resigned sigh. "Fine."

You both sat, him in front of you. "I'm sorry for the way I talked to you. I just... I don't think he's the best for you. I wan-" You opened your mouth but he waved a hand to shoo you. "Let me finish, please."

You bobbed your head. "You know I love you and after what happened, I just want you to be okay. You love Donghyuck, I get it. Still, I don't like him but I'm not gonna lose my friend because of it. You're more important than what I think. So I'm sorry."

You let out a wistful sigh. "I really thought I would never speak to you again. Your words hurt me."

"I know," Taeyong reached out by taking his hand in yours. "And I hate myself so much because of it. I'm sorry."

You nodded and grinned. "Okay."

He cocked his head cutely. "Yes?"

"Yes," you giggled. "Don't do that face. It's impossible to say no to it."

"I know," he winked at you.

And Taeyong smiled to himself. His plan had just begun.

(...)

"Hyuck - fuck," You gasped, fingers tightening in Donghyuck's hair. He only sucked harder, pressing marks into your neck, your fingers continuing appreciating Donghyuck's new gains.

Donghyuck had been training for the past few months and new gains meant the definition in his arms, stomach, thighs and chest. You liked it, God, you liked it. You liked it so much.

He slowly made his way to your nipples where he wet them, biting roughly just to hear you gasp, before blowing on them.

Your shirt essentially torn off, thanks to Donghyuck. You moaned, fingers finding your boyfriend's waist and squeezing.

You gasped as Donghyuck bit down hard on your right boob, before dropping his head right smack in the middle of your chest, breathing heavily as he went to grip your thighs.

"(Y/N)" He was out of breath, moving his hands up to squeeze your waist.

"Hyuck, don't do that" You whined, but still hummed as Donghyuck pressed a kiss from where he rested, right on your sternum.

Donghyuck's lips curved into a smirk, "Do what, love? I love your boobs. They're beautiful." He sounded affected, but smug.

You didn't respond, so Donghyuck took it as encouragement, scraping his teeth over to suck on a nipple, drawing low moans out of you. While one hand dropped down to cup your clothed sex, the other kept squeezing, playing with the other boob. You hissed and bit your lip. “Stop teasing.”

“I’m just taking my time, love.” Donghyuck pressed kisses on your stomach and his hands went to your thighs, stroking them.

You sighed, impatience.

Lips still touching your skin, he dragged his mouth over to bite your right thigh. You choked, hands suddenly coming to grip Donghyuck's hair.

You needed him inside him. Now.

You fumbled with his pants, unzipping them shakily.

"Hey- fuck, love, wait," Donghyuck mumbled, but lifted his hips obediently when you whined about it. He happily squirmed out of his own pants and boxers when you decided to return the favour.

Your hand was pressed into his hard cock. Right. You were too horny to even wait till you got to the bedroom.

He couldn't blame you, honestly. When you got home after having lunch with Taeyong, you saw Donghyuck working out. You got horny and interrupted his workout session by pushing to the couch without a second thought. And after a steamy make out session, there you were, beneath him.

Without a second thought, he licked his fingers and shoved two up your dripping cunt, eager to start. All the while, you cooed and ran your hands up and down his arms. Donghyuck went back to kissing your chest, gasping all the while.

He had the decency to twist his fingers, quickly finding your sweet spot. You gasped, throwing your head back, feeling dizzy with pleasure.

“Donghyuck,” you gasped, “Hyuck- please.” Lucky for you, Donghyuck seemed just as affected, flushed and panting as he added a third finger, thrusting a little faster just to hear you whimper.

Through the haze, you fumbled with the elastic of Donghyuck's boxers, pulling them down hastily and as best as he could with three fingers stuffed up your pussy. You didn’t even get them all the way down. You needed him inside you, told him so.

Donghyuck gasped, “You’re not ready yet.”

“I don’t care,” You moaned, tugging on his wrist with one hand and squeezing the head of Donghyuck¡s dick with the other, “Need you inside, baby.”

“Fuck, fuck, okay, hold on-” Donghyuck muttered, eyelashes fluttering at the friction.

You kissed his chest, just once, before Donghyuck aligning himself with your entrance, lowering himself down quickly even though it hurt. But as he had learned, you liked that little bit of pain.

They moaned in unison as you began to move, impatient already. Donghyuck's hands flew to your waist, gasping.

“Hey, woah, fuck- love,” he groaned, trying to stop himself from fucking into you as he slowed his hips to a slow grind, throwing his head back teasingly. “Gonna come if you keep doing that,” he warned, eyes fluttering in pleasure.

You laughed breathlessly, "Then come, baby. I'll just make you come again, and again, and again." Donghyuck gasped, digging his fingers into your waist. You hoped he left bruises, hoped he wrecked you.

Donghyuck dug his heels into the couch and thrusted up into you. You moaned enthusiastically.

Donghyuck smirked and kissed you, before thrusting up just to hear you moan.

His gaze turned darker, nails digging into your waist.

"Ah- Hyuck," You arched your back when you felt him going deeper. "Fuck fuck fuck. I'm gonna cum."

"Cum for me, love," Donghyuck hissed, kissing your neck.

With one more thrust, something snapped inside you and you were coming hard, molten pleasure flooding every inch of your body, pussy fluttering around Donghyuck's cock as he came too, thrusting mindlessly to prolong both your orgasms.

Donghyuck groaned. "Fuck, you're so hot, love." You felt your eyes roll back into your head when he got the angle just right.

Donghyuck's pupils were blown wide, mouth kissed red with a slight sheen of sweat over his whole body. He looked delicious, and made you want even more despite having you both climaxed.

You two had to take a break, panting as you came down from their highs. Donghyuck pulled himself out of you, wincing as it slowly slipped out, rubbing against your oversensitive walls. You cooed softly and reached up to kiss him. Donghyuck smiled softly and lay next to you, eyes half closed, clearly tired.

Your eyes then quickly found the hickeys on your chest and stomach. Particularly your chest. Though they were recent, they were already turning a deep red, and no doubt would turn purple overnight. Donghyuck grinned, proudly. His hand reached out to run it over your crotch.

You, seemingly oblivious, was startled to attention at his touch, and looked down. Your eyes immediately widened, and you gasped, smacking his hand away.

“Oh, my fucking God.” You whined. "You gave me hickeys in my pussy!"

"It's technically not your pussy," he shrugged.

“You’re feral. I have a feral fiancé. I can’t believe… this.” You growled.

Pouting, Donghyuck pulled your hands away and kissed your neck softly.

“Don’t. You look good. You look like you’re mine.” You rolled your eyes fondly, turning your head to bite his lip, prompting a sweet smile from him.

“I’m gonna have a hard time covering these up,” you murmured, pulling him closer to you.

“Don’t.” Donghyuck repeated, laughing airily at your groan. He was a nightmare. "Plus, it's not like someone is going to see them besides me."

“You say so…”

Donghyuck tilted his head to the side, eyes darting to you. “Excuse me?”

You laughed. “I’m kidding, babe.”

He groaned and got on top of you. “I’m gonna show you who you belong to.”

“Another round?” You giggled, clamping your thighs on his waist and locked your ankles. “Why are you always so horny?”

“Because you’re so hot,” he smirked and kissed you. “And you made me mad.”

“I was joking!”

“Too bad.” Without any warning, he pulled away and flipped you over. You cried out in surprise. "Keep your ass down."

"Make me." You smirked.

"Oh love, I am gonna make you eat those words.” Donghyuck slightly spanked you.

(...)

You were in your office when the office phone rang; it was your assistant telling you Taeyong was outside. You told her to let him in. You stood up and fixed your skirt. Taeyong opened the door behind him and smiled at you, greeting you. “Hey you.”

“Hey,” you smirked. He walked to you and kissed your cheek. “What are you doing here?”

“I just had lunch with a friend a couple of blocks away and thought of visiting you,” he explained.

“Oh,” you nodded.

“Are you busy? If you are I can leave,” Taeyong looked at you.

“I’m not,” you assured him. “Take a seat, you want something to drink?”

“I’m okay,” he sat on the leather couch and unbuttoned his suit jacket. “How are you?”

You sat next to him, propping your elbows on the outside back. “I’m great. Hyuck’s getting removed the electronic tracking anklet this weekend.”

He slowly nodded. “Are you guys going somewhere to celebrate it?”

“We’re going somewhere but I still don’t know,” you giggled. “Donghyuck planned something and he refuses to tell me where we’re going.”

“Great, that’s great,” he smiled forcibly. “I hope you guys have a great time.”

“Thank you,” you beamed. “I was also thinking you, Jaemin, Lena and I should go somewhere. It’s been ages since we traveled together.”

Taeyong cocked his head cutely. “Where should we go then?”

“The mountains? I don’t know,” you pouted. “Some places where we can have fun but also stay away from everyone.”

“I think it’s a great idea,” he smiled. “You should invite Donghyuck.”

“Are you gonna be okay with it?” You questioned. “I know you don't like him and I don't want it to be awkward for both of you.”

“I’ll be okay, don't worry,” he shook his head and gave you a comforting smile.

“Fantastic!” You clapped your hands together, smiling.

Taeyong tilted his head, looking at you. He noticed that your skin looked more rosy and shiny. Almost like glowing. “You look… different.”

You frowned. “Different? How so?”

“I don’t know, but you do look different.”

“Maybe it’s because I got a trim yesterday,” you shrugged.

“Yeah… maybe.”

Taeyong shook his head. “So, when would the trip be?”

“Maybe in 3 weeks?”

“Yeah, I’ll clean my schedule.”

(...)

You snuggled up to your boyfriend, watching the bonfire that burned in the pit before you on the beach. And right now, there was no place you’d rather be than in his arms, lost in the beat of a nearby boombox and the hypnotic glow of the fire.

“What are you thinking about?” he whispered in your ear as the fire began to die down. You looked at Donghyuck, with a relaxed smile on your face.

“Just how wonderful tonight is. Being in your arms,” you sighed, softly. “I don’t want it to end.”

“It doesn’t have to,” he said, as he took your left hand in his, and slipped something on your finger. “Marry me?” he asked while you looked down and saw the silver diamond band he placed on your hand.

You turned around to face him. “Wait, are you serious?”

Donghyuck laughed at this. “No,” he said. “I keep fake engagement rings in my pocket just to fuck with people.” He never could control his sarcasm. “Peel back the diamonds, and that’s pure white chocolate.”

“I’m serious, smartass,” you said, playfully punching him in the shoulder.

“So am I,” he replied. “About the proposal, I mean. Not the chocolate.”

“I thought you proposed before..."

"I did, but I didn't have a ring back then," he smiled. "So? Will you marry me?"

"Yes, of course!" you said, throwing your arms around his neck in a hug that sent both of you off of the log Donghyuck was perched on. “Yes, I’ll marry you, Lee Donghyuck,” you whispered in between soft kisses placed on his even softer lips.

He smirked and kissed you back. “Let’s not wait,” you whispered.

“Wait for what?”

“To get married,” you said, louder, as you sat back down on the log. “I never wanted the big wedding anyway. All I want is to be yours. Forever.”

“I guess we could go down to the courthouse tomorrow,” your fiancé pondered.

"We could do that. I don't mind," he beamed. "But we need witnesses and we don't know one here."

You giggled. "My friends will be upset if they are not my witnesses."

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