#death of captain cook

[ltwilliammowett]

The death of Captain Cook- 14th Febuary 1779

When Captain James Cook came to the Hawaiian Islands in 1779 during his third voyage around the world, he had no idea what nasty consequences this would have for him.

At first, everything went as planned. The Hawaiians got on well with the Europeans and presumably (this circumstance has long been disputed and should therefore be regarded with caution) even thought Cook was the return of a seasonally revered deity, Lono, because his arrival coincided with the corresponding time at which this supernatural being was supposed to arrive.

(x)

As Cook left two days later, on 4 February 1779, all was initially quiet. However, when he returned on 11 February to replace a Resolution mast that had been damaged in the storm, relations were testy, for the Hawaiians were puzzled by the totally unexpected return of their god, whose season had now expired. They became suspicious and quarrels between the natives and the whites became more frequent. To put it politely, they behaved like elephants in a china shop. They disregarded the customs and habits of their hosts and even buried a Sailor in a place only allowed for chiefs.  

When islanders stole the Resolution's large boat to punish their invaders by taking something valuable from them. Cook captured the local king Kalaniʻōpuʻu as a hostage for its return - something he had, by the way, successfully done many times before on his voyages to get what he wanted. However, considerable unrest ensued because the king refused to comply with his transfer to the ship.

When Cook and a few companions came ashore in a small boat, the confrontation escalated. This included the firing of rifle shots and his men trying to get back into the boat and thus to safety. Whether Cook was then killed from behind or stabbed to death because he turned towards the boat and shouted to his men not to shoot is not clear. In any case, he is said to have fallen forward into the shallow water, while the rest of the small crew remaining in the dinghy tried to escape from the danger zone together with their boat without giving their captain any help.

The Death of Cook, John Cleveley the Younger, 1784 (x)

Thus James Cook, as well as four marines and some Hawaiians, died on 14 February 1779.

Account of Cook’s death written by midshipman Trevenen who was present in Resolution‘s cutter literally only metres away from Cook when he was killed in Carricacoolah Bay, Hawaii, on 14th February 1779. Likely written on board Resolution (x)

After the incident, Captain Charles Clerke took command of the expedition and the Resolution, handing the Discovery over to Lieutenant John Gore. Clerke was wise enough to refrain from reprisals and, through the mediation of the priest and a son of the king, was at least handed over some of Cook's body parts and those of the maritime soldiers, which lasted until 20 February, as his body was dismembered and distributed to several higher-ranking natives, which was not uncommon among the inhabitants of Polynesian space at the time. As a rule, the fragments of respected enemies and chiefs were even given a certain veneration. Cook was identified by a burn on his right hand that had occurred years earlier in New Zealand. A burial at sea was held for him in the bay on 21 February.

Captain James Cook mourning ring, owned by Elizabeth Cook, ca. 1780 (x)

The next day, the ships departed for home. News of Cook's death reached England by land six months before the ships returned home. His successor tried to continue the mission, but failed at 70° 33' N due to the pack ice, which seemed even stronger than the previous year. On the return voyage to Petropavlovsk, Captain Clerke died at the age of 38. Virginia-born Lieutenant Gore, who had already taken part in Cook's first Pacific voyage, led the expedition back to England, where it arrived on 6 October 1780.

[hrover5]

All I want for Christmas is renewal news for OFMD S3 🏴‍☠️

[jugheadthelesbian]

(note before this rant!! i acknowledge that i only refer to women and men in this post, which is not to say i don’t also recognize the lack of support towards ccs who r neither, it is just not what this post is about!)

what really bothers me about the mcyt fandom is how for the YEARS i was in it i begged for people to pay attention to women ccs and no one batted an eye. for years i wanted friends who knew ldshadowlady like i did. wanted people to appreciate niki the way i did. sat in niki’s live stream as she cried bc of the way she was being treated. was one of the few people who watched every single video lizzie made. adore creators like stacyplays and shubble and amylee and squashey and puffy and ihascupquake and laurenzside and so so so so many more. now some of these creators still make content and there r new creators like gem and pearl and cleo and im not as into mcyt as i was but people still r just talking about the men.

and don’t get me wrong, there r SO many men ccs who i absolutely adore and love but i watch history repeat itself every single day. i saw it with stampy and dantdm and their popularity over creators like squashey and stacy(and lizzie bc yes she made content way before she was on the life series). i saw again with the favoring of men on the dsmp over niki and the horrible way the fans treated her. and again when joel became outrageously popular and people ignored lizzie. and i see it now with the way ccs like grian r favored over the women on hermitcraft(which also there r not that many women there in the first place so).

and it is frustrating because people say that they support women ccs but will talk more about the men always. it’s showed in the fanwork differences, in the dialogue used to describe ccs, in the environment created in the mcyt fandom, in the way that i probably named many ccs u have never heard of before but u could name three times the number of men ccs. in many people’s minds, minecraft, like most video games, is seen as a men dominated space and fandom but minecraft, like most video games, has so many amazing women creators that r not just side characters, but people with amazing stories and talent and humor and u just need to open ur eyes.

[pocketramblr]

you know im thinking. im thinking maybe Yoichi wasn't even that into captain hero as an adult, but AfO kept bringing LITERALLY every conversation back to that because he decided to Be The Demon Lord and so Yoichi like, can't get an argument in unless he uses the same material so he's like 'oh my god i haven't even thought about that comic in ten years but even i know the bad guy didn't win. you should not be basing you whole identity, business model, and world destruction plan on your five-second impression of a comic book bad guy who didn't even win! also you shouldn't kill people!'

[which-qsmp-egg-would]

Reduce Reuse Recycle

It is finally time for Tequilla's backstory! This has been a story long in the making. It's nearly as old as him! I have been ITCHING for the chance to share this with all of you so I really hope you enjoy this fic.

PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THAT THIS FIC CONTAINS POTENTIALLY TRIGGERING MATERIAL. For the sake of anyone wishing to go into this with absolutely no spoilers however, I will be putting the content warnings into the ALT text of the following picture. I hope you all enjoy :)

Click on the alt for content warnings!

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There's something pressing in on him, building pressure in his ears and a burning in his lungs. Light shimmers above him, endlessly drifting farther and farther away and he descends into the darkness below. 

He reaches a hand out to the light. ‘No. This can't be it.’

A hand reaches for him, reaches, brushing against his cold claws.

His burning, panicked lungs force him to breathe, to try and recognize the figure above him. He sees blue, pink, brown, gold. blue, pink, brown, gold. And then…

—

“Momma!”

The little orange dragon giggles as he bounds up to his mom. Sharp claws tug at her large skirt. He woke up bright and early to come visit her gazebo, up on the hill that overlooks their little nook of the island. She glows against the warm tones of the sunrise where she sits on her wooden chair overlooking the ocean. Her pink dress compliments the sky as her curly brown hair compliments his own, framed by her curled horns and long ears.

She laughs with him, lifting him up into her arms. The golden bands on her wrists brush coldly on the underside of his arms. “Hello my little peanut, good morning darling.” She kisses his nose, and he kisses hers in return. “You just keep growing don't you baby? Pretty soon I won't be able to hold you like this anymore.”

Tequilla squirms and giggles as she hoists him onto her lap.

Momma laughs, squishing his face. “You look so much like me these days, peanut.” She pokes his face, intentionally getting a laugh from him. “But who gave you these freckles! Do you have another parent I don't know about? Where is he?” She feigns searching around the area. 

He bats her hands from his face. “M-omma!” he laughs.

“Alright, alright. Tell me peanut, what brings you up here this morning? I can tell by that look in your eye you've got something to tell me.”

“Bea-ch today.” He says, pointing towards the ocean. 

“Oh,” She scratches the back of her neck. “Today is beach day? Are you sure?”

Tequilla nods. “You a-and dad said- said.”

She strokes his hair and sighs. “That's true, we did promise you beach time after the last time.” She draws her communicator from a pocket in her dress and opens it, looking through the list. “Dad and Pipi are still asleep, do you want to wait for them? You know how much your Pipi loves the beach trips.”

Tequilla presses his hand against his mouth and furrows his brows. Dad wouldn't go into the water because of his leg. And Pipi is really protective of him in the water. And he really wants to go right now.

“Now please.” He finally says. His wings readjust as he wiggles.

“Alright,” she sighs, closing her communicator. “Your Mom is awake so let's go get her first, okay? We can grab the beach towels from the pool deck and your clothes too.” She picks Tequilla up again, out of her lap and onto the wooden floor where she can hear his claws click.

He holds onto her dress as they cross the rope bridge that connects her gazebo and the roof of his house. It sways slightly in the wind and movement of their bodies. His tail flicks and vibrates excitedly.

They descend the stairs, past Tequilla's bedroom, and onto the deck of the second floor. He scoops up his and his Momma's beach towels from by the pool as she walks around the corner and up to the large garden plot where his Mom sleeps. There are large lumps of dirt where she likes to fall asleep, amongst stones and small plants beginning to sprout.

She knocks on the wooden frame of the plot, calling out to the dirt covered lump in the middle. “Good morning Belladonna~” She sings, “Up and at ‘em, Tequilla wants to go to the beach and I need you to help him get dressed.”

There's stillness for a moment.

Then the mound begins to shift.

Slowly, a head of star leaves emerges from the dirt, large black-purple berries like buns on the sides of her head stand out against the green. She stretches, soil falling from her thin arms and chest. Her flower tail emerges last, shaking itself free of debris. She squints at the two of them, backlit by the ever rising sun.

“Doll. Sprout.” She nods to each of them.

“G-good mor-ning Mom.” Tequilla grins.

“Good morning Donnie.” Doll says, far more focused on their egg than the nightshade dryad in front of her.

The dryad lifts herself from her soil bed, running a hand between her leaves as she opens up the chest tucked just behind the plot. “So I'll get the kid dressed while you grab everything else, yeah?” She shrugs on a well worn, light weight white dress like a dandelion from the chest.

“Mmhm!” Tequilla answers, “Momma s-said tha-at I get to go to the beach.”

“Oh, so we're finally doing that? I thought that Doll and Gin would never let you leave the nook again after-”

Doll clears her throat, glaring at her co-parent with a silent ‘not here.’. She takes the beach towels from Tequilla and ruffles his hair, careful to not catch his horn. “I'm going to get everything ready at my gazebo. I'll meet you at the front door.”

She disappears around the corner with a huff, dress swaying.

The dryad pokes Tequilla. “They have me dress you because I'm the only one that can fit through your little door frame, did you know that, kid?”

Tequilla nods, feeling his tail wrap around his leg anxiously.

Donnie glances at it, and rests a hand on his face. “Don't worry about it sprout, it doesn't bother me any.” Her own flower tail subconsciously wraps itself around his.

She places her hand on his back as she leads him to his bedroom, up the stairs and through a door too small for a man but just big enough for a child. She tells him to pick out whatever outfit he wants, just as long as it is beach appropriate. The last thing they need is for him to burn his scales again or get caught by a particularly curious catfish. He emerges from the closet several times, each time showing off a different outfit as Donnie vetoes parts of the previous one. Eventually, he decides on an olive green shirt paired with dark blue swim trunks.

They pass Papa’s room as they go down the stairs, walking quietly as they listen to his snores through the locked door.

Doll is waiting just outside the front door, tapping her foot impatiently, arms full of everything they'll need for the beach trip. She had changed out of her large poofy pink lolita dress, and into… essentially the same thing, but shorter with even more frills that cover her from hips to mid thigh. The top of the swimsuit is also decorated with ruffles, and Donnie notes just how low cut the front is. In the center around her waist, of course, is Doll's signature bow. All to hide the problem, of course.

The dryad whistles, clearly trying to get a rise out of the hybrid. “Looking fancy, princess.” Tequilla bounces out from behind Donnie and hugs his mother tightly.

“You l-l-look pretty, momma!” He beams.

“Aw, thank you peanut. I'm sure that if Donnie could swim,” She glares at her, smiling in a devilish way that really makes Donnie remember she has horns, “She would have an even prettier swimsuit.”

Donnie huffs, readjusting her dandelion dress. “It's salt water,” she says pointedly, “Do you have any idea what that does to my leaves?” Her tail flicks in annoyance.

“Hence, the umbrella.” Doll rolls her shoulder, making the rainbow umbrella propped against it bounce. “You'll get to stay on the beach while I have fun with my egg.”

She readies a retort, but is interrupted by a very frustrated child voicing his displeasure by silently tugging on their skirts.

Doll immediately pivots, her voice taking on a much softer and more motherly edge than the voice she uses talking to Belladonna. “I'm sorry peanut, were we ignoring you? Here, take the towels and we'll start walking to the beach if you're ready.” She lets Tequilla lead the way, the egg walking triumphantly in front of them like a general. Donnie grumbles, annoyed at how quickly Doll forgot about her, yet follows closely behind anyway.

–

Doll is already wincing by the time they finish the short walk to the beach.

Tequilla runs ahead of them, flopping onto the wet sand with a thud. He wiggles, trying to bury himself into the beach like a desert lizard he saw once.

It takes her a moment to catch up to him, putting her luggage down gently in the sand before crouching in front of him. There's a smile on her face but her eyes are serious.

“Peanut, can you tell me the beach rules?” She prompts.

“N-no kicking ss-sand towards people,” he counts on his fingers as he recites them from memory. “No wan-dering away without supervision, no diving w-without pipi, a-and no venturing far.”

“And why do we not venture out too far?” She asks, brushing sand from his scales and hair.

“Because the beach ends quick.” he says carefully. They've told him this hundreds of times but her kid can be too adventurous for his own good sometimes. The beach itself is… safe, mostly. She scratches at her midriff absently. The area they usually go to is well scouted, with jutting rocks marking where the beach dips suddenly into the cold ocean floor far beneath. The beach is littered with shells and soft rocks from years of waves. Occasionally if they dig around they can find sea glass and small pieces of metal under the grains of sand. Tequilla loves to bring Gin here to dig with him.

“Momma?” Tequilla pulls on her golden bands. “Play?” He asks, pointing towards the ocean.

She glances at the salty expanse of water, and winces.

“I'm sorry baby,” she brushes his hair from his face as she speaks, “I'm still feeling tired from last time. But I'll be right here while you play, okay?” She and Tequilla glance at where she had put their stuff. Donnie sits on her now unfurled green beach towel, the large rainbow umbrella already open and propped up in the sand.

Her own beach towel is also laid out neatly under the umbrella.

“Make sure to stay in our line of sight, baby.” She calls out behind her as she stumbles towards the umbrella. Tequilla lets out an affirmative, excited baa in return, the sound of splashing water following immediately afterwards.

Doll collapses onto the towel with a huff of exhaustion. Pain pulls at her muscles and forces her to wince.

Donnie prods her side with her flower tail, brushing lightly against the slick fabric of the swimsuit. “Y'know, if you actually rested and stopped wearing your corset all the time that would probably heal a lot quicker.”

The hybrid lowers her head and glares at Donnie. “I don't know what you're talking about.” she growls.

She rolls her eyes at the clear display of aggression. “Well, it's pretty hard to not notice the swimsuit, princess. Your usual one is a lot more revealing. You're hiding your bandages. Did you even get Gin to check it out?”

Doll doesn't respond. She watches her son as he splashes water around with his wings.

Belladonna glances between her co-parent and her kid.

“You don't want the sprout to feel guilty, huh.” She doesn't even bother to frame it as a question.

“He has no reason to feel guilty, it's Aurelia's fault.”

Donnie groans. “Oh, cut the shit, none of us expected a shark to be there in the first place, don't blame this on the octopus.”

“She could have at least warned me that they're aggressive,” she pouts, “they weren't aggressive like THAT where I'm from.”

“Doll. You don't even remember where ‘where I'm from’ even is.” She says deadpan.

That finally makes her take her eyes off of Tequilla. 

“At least I wasn't dug out of the ground by some nutcases in lab coats and transplanted to a tropical island.” Doll leers. “Maybe if you were bigger than a bush they would have had a harder time kidnapping you.”

Donnie whips up to her feet, glaring down at Doll as her tail cracks like a whip behind her. “Well at least I didn't choose to come here willingly!”

Doll rises to her feet too, now towering over the much shorter dryad. “Well excuse me,” She stomps her foot in the sand, “I guess next time I'll know better than to trust a postcard that looks EXACTLY like my sister's handwriting. I'll anticipate that it's going to lead me to an island full of crazy people and murderous bears!” Her ears flick, face dark. Her ears and cheeks are flushed with emotion.

Donnie seethes at her. “Yeah, well… w…” she trails off, looking towards the ocean with a look of growing panic.

“Well what, what other insult do you have to sling at me?” Doll shouts.

“Doll.”

She groans in anger, eyes following the dryad's gaze. “What could possibly…” Her eyes go wide as ice floods her veins.

“Doll?” Donnie says quietly.

The beach is empty.

“Where's Tequilla?”

Doll bolts upright, injury be damned. She runs through the sand, feet sinking as she feels the grains below her bare feet push against her skin, getting more waterlogged as she approaches the water. He should have surfaced by now, she thinks, He's a better swimmer than I am by now. 

She scans the waters, looking for any sign of her son.

Nothing.

Suddenly, just a few feet ahead, she sees bubbles.

Without a second thought she dives into the water. The bandages around her wound fill with salt water, making the injury itch. But the adrenaline in her veins is drowning out everything but her son.

Her eyes sting as she opens them, but through the hazy vision of salt water she can see Tequilla thrashing, panicked, trying to resurface. Precious bubbles of oxygen escape his lips. She doesn't know how long he's been down here, but she has to get him out. 

His hand reaches out to hers and four fingers meet five. 

She gets her arms under his and tries to swim up, but is met with resistance from below.

Her eyes scan him, trying to find what could be keeping him here. His body shudders. 

His tail.

His tail is caught in something far below them.

Her own lungs are screaming for mercy, but she can't pause for even a moment, not while her baby is in danger. 

She dives, gripping his tail and the offending object, not even taking a second to process what was keeping him in its clutches.

She rips his tail free, blood oozing slightly from where it was caught.

Tequilla begins to float upwards and she follows, grabbing hold of his far too small body as she hauls them both up to the surface. The light of the sun glimmering ever brighter as they ascend.

It feels like an eternity has passed when they finally break through. She gasps roughly as fresh air enters her lungs. 

“Come on Tequilla, just a little farther,” She rasps as they approach the beach.

She holds her son close to her chest as she swims, trying to keep her own heart from escaping her burning chest as she feels how still he's become.

“Hold out just a little longer baby, please hold on.” She mutters.

It feels as if they're crawling towards the shore.

Finally, finally, finally, she feels her toes touch sand.

There's a ringing in her ears she didn't notice until just now. It fades as she hauls herself and her child onto the sand, and she becomes acutely aware of how Belladonna is screaming her name. She doesn't even acknowledge her. She crouches over Tequilla and prays that his heart is in the same place as hers.

“Go get Gin and Aurelia.” She says between chest compressions.

Donnie hesitates. “But.. Doll-”

“Don, go get them now!” She yells.

She doesn't even look up as she hears the sound of footsteps as Donnie runs back into the forest. She just continues her chest compressions.

“Please peanut, come back to me, I'll give you anything you've ever wanted.” she pleads. She plugs his nose as she gives him mouth to mouth, then continues with her compressions. “I- I promise I won't fight with your parents ever again, just please baby-” she gives him mouth to mouth again, gives him chest compressions until she's sure she must have broken a rib, again and again and again.

But he remains still.

Unmoving. Unbreathing.

Lifeless.

Dead.

Her baby is dead.

“No no no no no,” she cries, clutching his clothes, his face, all far too small and young for a fate like this. “No no please, this has to be a joke, I-I can't go through this again.” She presses her head against his chest, hearing only silence. “Please Tequilla, don't leave me again.” she sobs.

The tide washes up against her feet. She needs to move him, get him away from that wretched ocean.

“I'll take you home baby.” She says to his body. It's already becoming cold under her hands as she lifts him into her arms. His limbs are limp in her grip. She tucks his wings and tail in just like he always would. It's more comfortable that way, he says. She brushes the soaked hair from his dulling cheeks and limps into the forest. He's coming home with her.

—

The other parents meet her just outside the house. Gin is barely dressed in the early afternoon light, far too bright for the tragedy that has befallen them. His short black hair is ruffled up and sticking out, clearly showing the gnarly scar over his eye. He and Tequilla match in that way. He's in a white tank top and dark sweatpants, leaning hard against his cane. Aurelia looks similarly underprepared. Her tentacle hair shifts around as water drips from her, soaking the grass below. Her ringed pattern shifts to bright hues from stress. Doll can see her tieing on her robe as she approaches.

Donnie meets her halfway, her eyes never leaving Tequilla.

Doll's composure finally breaks. She falls to her knees and sobs, clutching Tequilla's cold body as if it would bring him back.

Her co-parents crowd around her, shouting over each other, clambering to see their son.

The dryad tentatively brushes his drying hair with her fingers. “Is he…?”

“Dead.” Aurelia confirms. She crouches next to his body, inspecting it gently. “What happened, Doll?”

“I looked away for… for just a moment…” She looks up to Gin, stood above them in barely disguised horror. “Gin…? What do we do now?”

His knuckles go white as he tightens the grip on his cane.

“I don't know.” He says slowly. “I just don't know.”

“That was his last life.” Aurelia says. 

“Maybe we could take him to the Federation.” Donnie says. “They brought him back once, maybe they'll do it again.”

“That never worked for the others.” Aurelia points out.

Doll chuckles hollowly. “What other choice do we have?” She looks to Gin. “Do you think you could take him? They'll listen to you.”

“I don't…” He hesitates.

“Please, Gin. I can't. I just… can't do it.”

He sighs. “Yes, I'll do it. I'll do what I can.”

“Thank you, Gin. Bring his bag too. He'll want that when he.. he wakes up.”

Gin nods.

—

Gin never thought he would be back here so soon.

It's been a very long time since he worked for the Federation. It at least felt like one. Could it really have only been a few months?

If he hadn't gotten injured, hadn't disobeyed orders in that exact moment, he wouldn't be… he wouldn't be in this mess. Hurt. Crippled. Demoted.

…

Attached.

Taking care of an egg was meant to be a punishment. Some form of atonement. He was just supposed to monitor the thing until further notice, integrate himself with the assigned family, do something useful. Instead he got attached. And look where that got him. Stood in front of the place that ruined his life, pristine white walls mocking him. A dead child in his hands. and a small bag draped over his shoulder. 

He knocks on the doors.

And IT comes out to greet him. That damn bear. It towers over him, staring with that blank eyed smile beneath a brown mustache.

“Hello.” It greets him. “You are not allowed in this facility until further notice. Please leave the area now.”

“I can't do that.” He says.

“Why?” It asks.

He takes a deep breath. “My.. assignment,” MY SON, his mind screams, THAT'S MY SON, “My assignment has ended. This is causing significant distress to the other residents. His death was an accident, and they sent me to request that he be given another life.” Slipping back into the character of a mindless office drone comes easily, the emotional distance making the feeling of his dead son pressed against his hands farther away.

His boss stares at him for a long, long moment. 

It grabs Tequilla from him.

“Wait, wait please take his bag too. He'll want that when he wakes up.” Gin pleads. He places the bag atop Tequilla's chest.

“Yes. Yes. Ha Ha Ha.” It says. “I hope you enjoy the island. Please vacate the premises.”

The door slams shut before he can answer.

—

The place he's in feels familiar, yet not at the same time. It is dark and light, feeling and not. He floats in the everything nothingness. He feels something touch the edges of his consciousness, a flash of black lace, dark lipstick, a sunhat. A frown, a promise, a large hand. It beckons him, apologizes to him. Promises that it will protect him however it can. He trusts her, leans in, whispers back something that he can't remember.

And then he wakes up.

He gasps, memories of drowning still fresh in his mind. He coughs trying to expel the water that is no longer in his lungs.

“You've woken up much quicker than the others.”

His head whips around, and he finally notices his surroundings. He's in a white room, something he's far too familiar with. The memories of the tests he and his clutch were put through far too vivid in his mind. He strains against his bindings, strapped roughly and painfully to a cold metal table. He's in a fully white outfit that he has no memory of wearing before. There's lab equipment all around him, and a scientist at his side. He turns to him and growls. 

“Tsk, that's not very polite. Where's my thanks for bringing you back to life?” The scientist asks, his faceless form void of expression. 

Tequilla tries to speak, but the burning in his throat and fear in his heart cause him to stutter far too much to make out even a syllable. 

The scientist seems to understand what he was trying to say. “Yes, you did die. Due to drowning it would seem. Terrible way to go, dreadful. Nothing that we can't fix, of course.” He must see a glimpse of hope on Tequilla's face, because he quickly corrects; “That doesn't mean you're going home to mommy and daddy. They knew that they only had two chances with you. Instead we're going to save some resources.” He walks slowly around the table he's strapped to, adjusting the equipment that Tequilla has no hope of understanding. “Do you know how expensive it is to create one of you? Of course we do them in batches of twelve, it's such a nice even number of eggs. But between the cloning and the incubation and the genetic manipulation? The costs add up. Luckily for us,” He turns a dial with a sharp click. “There's an easy solution to this dilemma. Reduce, reuse, and recycle.” 

In one swift motion he clips something to Tequilla's ear, a sharp sting following just behind. Tequilla yelps and lunges to bite his hand, but misses.

He glares at him, rubbing the assaulted hand. “Rude.”

Tequilla huffs and growls at him, low and afraid.

“Oh it's not like it will hurt. And even if it does, it's not like you'll remember by the end of it. You'll just be.. a blank slate, in a way. A body is just a vessel for memories and experiences after all. If you don't have either, well you're back to square one. Just like a newborn egg, fresh off the printing press~.” He says in a singsong voice.

The dragon begins to start struggling in earnest, whimpering and baaing and crying. He calls for his Momma, his Mom, his Dad, his Pipi, ANYONE to come and save him as the scary man in the scary lab coat in the scary white room readies the machines that will ensure he'll never live to see another sunrise.

“Take a deep breath and close your eyes, dragon.” The scientist says as he brings a bright light down onto his eyes. “Or don't. It doesn't matter to me either way.”

A humming sound fills the air.

And everything goes white.

—

His head is ringing. 

The world tilts around him, his head rings and throbs in time with the sirens behind him, but he's out. He escaped. The scientist used… Something. To steal his memories. And he thought it was working for a while there! But then he… he…

How did he get out here?

He's standing just outside of a white building. There's alarms blaring from it. He doesn't know what it is or why its making that noise, but he knows he needs to get away from it. He runs, runs towards the nearest trees he can find. Trees mean home.

Home? Is that right? There were trees at his home, right? He knows that if he just follows the path he'll end up home. 

His run slows to a stop as he looks around. He doesn't know where he is. There's a bag over his shoulder. His bag. He hates to be without it. There's no scars on his arms like there should be. Not even a trace of them. And there's blood caked under his claws. He remembers swiping the scientist as he escaped. Why is there blood under his claws? He decides to worry about it later. He hears a stick snap behind him and continues running into the forest beyond. Maybe he'll find what he's looking for there.

—

Tequilla wakes up. He's in a tree somewhere. How did he get here? His muscles burn with exhaustion. He wracks his mind, trying to remember what happened before, but comes up blank. Absolute zero. A sob leaps into his throat for reasons he can't even remember. There's blood under his claws. He'll have to wash that out before it gets icky.

—

Tequilla wakes up. He's in some kind of burrow. How did he get here? His stomach growls sharply. He tries to remember what happened before, but comes up blank. He can't worry about that now. He needs to find food. He doesn't know why he knows this. He doesn't know anything at all.

—

Tequilla wakes up. He's by a small pond. How did he get here? Fear clutches the edges of his senses, telling him he needs to keep moving. That there's something out to get him. He tries to remember what that is, but comes up completely and entirely empty. His claws are clean. He doesn't know why that confuses him.

Tequilla wakes up. Tequilla knows nothing.

Tequilla wakes up.

Tequilla wakes up.

Tequilla wakes up. 

Tequilla knows nothing.

—

Tequilla wakes up, but somehow it feels different this time. Despite this, he's still very confused and frightened to realise he has no idea where he is. There's a bag over his shoulder. His bag, something tells him. It's covered in dirt by now but it's definitely his. He's covered in dirt too. Plenty of scratches against his scales. He's in clothes that used to be white, now stained various shades of brown and green and red. There's something tickling the side of his face. He panics and pulls at it, only to realize too late that it's attached to his ear which is attached to him. He hisses as it is pulled free from his ear, followed by a droplet of blood. It's a tag, a white tag. Like something you could put on a cattle. “Res: 1” it says. He wracks his mind, trying to remember what happened to him and where he is.

But he comes up blank. Completely empty.

He continues to wander the forest for several days, listlessly trying to figure out where he is and where he's going. Something feels different. Sharper. Like his mind is working when it previously wasn't. He doesn't think about that. He focuses on getting food and shelter. He just knows that he has to keep moving until he finds somewhere safe.

snap

He freezes, and looks forward to where he heard the sound of a branch snapping.

There's a person there.

They're short, shorter than he is. Their scales are blue with yellow bands and diamonds adorning it. They stare at him with dark blue eyes, a pink flower crown holding back brown hair. Large ears flop as they tilt their head. Wings twitch behind him and their tail wags. They're the first person Tequilla has ever seen. 

They smile wide, practically vibrating with excitement. “Hi, I'm Poll! What's your name? Do you wanna be friends?”

[dykealloy]

love love love that the first reaction from the marines upon finding loof in plain sight in the middle of their base is not "Pirate Captain Straw Hat Luffy!" it's GARP'S GRANDSON?! everyone is aware of Garp's scourge of the seas like your admiral's grandkid is just stirring up chaos every single day and somehow today it's fallen on your shoulders to deal with it

[ishidaninthathole]

14th February 2024

Happy Valentine's day!

Hidan is still in that hole

[captain-krow-drozdov]

Move It Sluts I Have A Local Deities Favor To Earn!

[eddito]

myyyyyn you are so cute ily ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

happy valentine’s day! 😘😘

[yutarot]

she’s the man. l.hc smau

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ humour, friends to lovers, college au, gamer!haechan, gamer!yn, everyone’s a gamer actually, loosely based off the movie ‘she’s the man’, fem reader, slowburn, angst, plot heavy

synopsis. after you discover your love for gaming, you soon find out that your college won’t let you in any of their e-sports teams due to your gender. but what happens when your twin brother leaves town just before he’s about to start at a new college, where not even NCU’s e-sports captain, lee haechan knows anything about him? there’s only one problem, your brother’s crazy ex is trying to hunt you down. will they all find out your true identity? and will their views on you change if they discover who you really are?

++ will be using the same taglist as my other works for ease, dm if you would like to be removed.

WARNINGS: language, mention of alcohol/being drunk, jokes about death, the plot will divert from the original movie, themes of sexism (at the start), cliffhangers again sorry guys, typos literally everywhere, a littleee bit of violence, small injury detail, heavy on the miscommunication trope… obviously…, lots of angst, things get MESSY, a small (?) plot twist

STATUS: COMPLETE! 08.06.24 - 09.03.24

DISCLAIMER: all portrayals of people are fake and from my imagination, in no way am i claiming that they act like this irl

MASTERLIST

[profiles one] || [profiles two] || [ig profiles]

[1 - positive affirmations]

[2 - let me cook]

[3 - dream vacation destination]

[4 - why’s he kinda…]

[5 - therapy scheduled]

[6 - winky face and all]

[7 - sorry i can’t read]

[8 - trick or treat]

[9 - “can i get your number?”] written chapter

[10 - bro shes your friends sister]

[11- double date]

[12 - canada?]

[13 - do you do weddings?]

[14 - sick and twisted.]

[15 - all of the above]

[16 - who are you?]

[17 - i don’t wanna see you again]

[18 - it’s all over]

[19 - he doesn’t miss you] written chapter

[20 - the truth]

[21 - we’ve missed you]

[22 - you’re delusional sweetie]

[23 - i guess we both had our secrets] written chapter

[24 - second male lead]

[25 - i had no idea]

[26 - is she okay]

[27 - you know her]

[28 - the nile?]

[FINAL; 29 - you already do] written chapter

END!

replies, likes and reblogs are all appreciated! feel free to send requests in my asks; scenes, chapters, characters etc.

TAGLIST - CLOSED.

[pzychojinx]

deleting my dating apps because i want to meet someone the old fashioned way (i am brutally beating a man to death to maintain my extremely fragile status as captain of my pirate ship and you're my new lying ass fake cook with his silly little fake name witnessing the scene like you're both scared and horny)

[sundove88]

Today’s the day! Rest in heck, you colonizing menace!

Love is in the air 🖤🗡💀

[i2sunric]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈 𝐌𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 (l.hs)

pairing: heeseung x reader (f)

summary: your daughter asks heeseung to tell the greatest love story of all and he takes the chance to narrate how he met you, the love of his life.

warnings: fluff & crack! (i tried), early 2000s au, kinda enemies to lovers, heeseung is down bad, they have a daughter, mentions of pregnancy, heeseung plays basketball, cuddling and kissing, light angst, mentions of leukaemia, parent’s death, if more lmk. NOT PROOFREAD

published: 23rd April 2024

wc: 6.2k

tag list: @stolasisyourparent @jaeyunsbimbo @heelvsted

Heeseung couldn’t bring himself to wake you up, knowing you were so exhausted from all the things you had to do.

Not only did you manage to prepare everything for Jia’s kindergarten, take her there and get to work in time but you also cleaned and cooked in your spare time, leaving little to just sit down and rest, which was why every time you sat down on the sofa, you ended up falling in a deep slumber.

He smiled fondly, covering your curled figure with a blanket and turned around with his hands on his hips “Tin Soldier.”

He called with a forced low voice, making Jia’s attention turn from the toy in her hand to her father, she placed her stocky hand on her forehead, standing at attention “Captain Hamster.”

Heeseung chuckled at her high pitched voice and scooped her up from the floor, taking her in his arms “Mission sweet tooth,” He booped her nose “Time for teeth brushing.”

Jia let out a whine of disappointment “But I want to play more.” She pouted, and if Heeseung didn’t know how much you’d get upset if Jia missed her bedtime, he’d let his daughter play to her heart's content.

“I know,” He pinched her cheek softly, earning a giggle “But I heard the tooth fairy doesn’t come to those who don’t brush their teeth before bed…” He trailed off, Jia’s eyes widened and she quickly climbed down Heeseung’s arms, hurrying upstairs. He could hear her small steps darting to the bathroom, making him smile writhing himself.

He glanced back at you, feeling such an euphoric feeling he thought his heart would explode.

Heeseung walked close to you and placed a featherlight kiss on your forehead, but your momma instinctive feelings made your eyes open up, alerted to your surroundings as you tried to get the sight of your daughter.

“Shh..” He soothed, caressing your cheek “I’ll prepare Jia for bed, mh?” He kissed the corner of your lips, your eyes already closed under his relaxing touch “You stay here, I'll take you to bed later.” You just let out a sleepy hum, your eyes too heavy to stay open more.

Heeseung went upstairs, following his daughter’s route and getting to the bathroom where she was already brushing her teeth, probably with a little too much toothbrush but it didn’t matter. He was glad she was trying.

Jia rinsed her mouth and opened it to let her father see how much of a good job she did, Heeseung smiled proudly “Great job, Tin Soldier. It's jammy mission now.” Jia giggled as she hurried off the stool that helped her reach the faucet and took Heeseung's sleeve, dragging him (more like, he let himself be dragged) to her bedroom.

The baby took her pyjama from the chair and placed it on the bed, “Daddy, can you help me?” She asked, clumsily removing her clothes.

Heeseung nodded, smiling as he saw her attempts at changing, despite still not majoring in it. In no time, she was clean and ready to bed, Heeseung tugged her under the blankets and sat by the edge of the bed, only the thin reflection of the pink night light illuminating the room.

They stared at each other for a few moments until Jia spoke “No bedtime story?” She tilted her head in confusion “You want me to tell you a bedtime story?”

“Mommy always does,” He explained, hugging her purple bear tightly “And what kind of stories does mommy tell you?” Heeseung asked, curious

“She usually recounts Tangled because she like a Flynn Rider.” Jia informed, making Heeseung raise a brow “She does?” Was it possible to feel jealous of a cartoon character? Probably not but Heeseung was crazy about you, so he’d make it a normal thing.

“Yes, but it’s always the same story.” Jia sighed, shaking her head “I want a more interesting one.”

Heeseung stayed silent, his lips forming a thin line as he tried to think “What do you want to hear about?”

It didn’t take much for Jia to reply “I want the greatest love story of all.” She answered happily, at her age, everything was about fantasies and unicorns.

So, Heeseung tried to think about the many love stories he knew, the famous tales he’d known growing up. There was Cinderella, The Little Mermaid and…. a candle lit in his mind.

“I’ll tell you the greatest love story of all,” He started with a cocky smirk “The best fairytale ever told.”

His words fuelled Jia’s curiosity as she snuggled better under the blankets, eyes sparkling “The wonderful love story of Lee Heeseung and L/N Y/N.”

Jia’s face was puzzled “But that’s you and mommy.” She stated and Heeseung nodded, smiling “Mommy isn’t a princess.”

Heeseung shook his head, but his smile never disappeared from his lips. “No, she’s my queen.” He ruffled Jia’s hair “So, do you want to hear it?”

“Mhmh!” Jia hummed in response “If mommy is a queen then I am the princess.” Heeseung let out a low chuckle, nodding “Yes, you are our dear princess.”

Jia smiled widely, one of those smiles that made your days uncontrollably better and sweeter “Tell me, tell me.” She incited her father

“It all started on..”

⪩⪨

A rainy Thursday afternoon. It was the perfect time for a cinema hang out with friends. You stood in front of the long line, it seemed like everyone had your same idea since both elderly couples and families with children were buying tickets and popcorn. You waved your hand to a young boy who was staring at you while holding a sachet of popcorn bigger than him, he waved back, making you smile.

You turned your head to see that most of the queue was gone, so you surpassed some of those people who never moved and just stared at the menu. You already knew your order, so why would you wait for them to choose?

The cashier who looked like he could really do a vacation asked in a monotone voice “What do you want to order?”

“A packet of Twizzlers.” You said but your voice did not seem quite like yours. You turned your head to the side just to meet a pair of big eyes staring at you in disbelief.

You two narrowed your eyes at each other, a staring battle that would declare the winner. Why were you acting that way? Because the packet of Twizzlers was the last one, and if that pretty boy thought he could steal it from you, he thought wrongly.

The cashier cleared his throat. “It’s the last one.” He stated, holding the dear packet of candies in front of you two

“I was there first.” The boy tried to defend himself, making you scoff “He was talking to me.” You raised a challenging brow.

“I clearly saw you cutting the line.” He blamed “False accusation, do you have any proof?”

“You were at the end of the queue just two seconds ago!” He exclaimed, making you smirk “You were staring at me?” Pink flashed instantly on the guy’s cheeks “No.” He tried to mask it, but you could clearly see some frustration in his features

The cashier cleared his throat once again, snatching your attention. “Just decide already, or I will.”

“No!” You both screamed, side eyeing each other once again “They’re mine.” The boy said, making you roll your eyes, “Your name ain’t written on them.”

“Neither is yours.” He raised his chin, an attempt to make you see he wasn’t backing down.

There was a moment where you two stared at each other, silence filling the place except for the vociferate inside the cinema halls, waiting for the movie to begin.

“Rock, paper, scissors!” You both exclaimed at the same time again, showing your hands. He cursed under his breath, seeing your petite hand that represented paper wrap around his closed fist which was rock.

“I won.” You said mockingly, throwing a few coins on the counter and taking the packet of twizzlers in your hand.

You were walking away when the cashier called you “Miss, excuse me?” You turned around and raised a questioning brow

He waved the coins you used to pay for the candies “You’re missing ten cents.”

You widened your eyes, checking your jeans pockets. You were sure you took the right amount of money, had you miscounted them?

An hopeful grin spread across the guy’s lips, taking the pennies from the cashier’s fingers and walking toward you “Guess this should be mine.” He tried to take the packet of Twizzlers but you moved your arm

He sighed, shaking his head “Listen, darling—“ “Don’t call me darling” You snapped at him, a frown on your face

He placed two surrounding hands between you two “Alright, my bad.” He then pointed at you and the dear packet of candies “You don’t have enough money, but I do, so just give it up and go watch your movie.”

Your mouth fell agape, staring at him in disbelief. However, you had nothing to counterattack anymore and had to stay still when he took the packet, replacing your hand with your not enough coins and paying for it to the overtired cashier.

The boy winked at you before disappearing down the corridor that led to the halls.

A movie just wasn’t the same without Twizzlers, but instead of doing twenty cents charity outside the cinema to buy at least a coke, you hurried inside the hall that projected ‘The Notebook’ and tried to find your seat, despite the room being dark already. Fortunately, there was at least ten minutes of advertising, so you had enough time to let yourself fall on the seat with a loud thud, earning a few ‘shhh’s from other people.

“Girl, what’s wrong with you?” Your best friend, Sunoo asked “What took you so long to come back? I thought you got lost or something.”

You shook your head, a defeated expression painted on your face “Someone stole my Twizzlers.” You fake-dried a tear

“Aw, poor you.” Sunoo patted your shoulder, knowing your tradition of eating candies and drinking coke while watching a movie “It’s ok, I’ll share my coke with you.” He took the giant cup and placed it on the armrest between the two of you. You smiled at him and focused your attention on the movie that started.

You felt a familiar scent filling your nostrils, you slowly turned your head and raised a brow when you noticed that not only had that boy stolen your candies, he was also eating them on the seat beside yours. You had not noticed it when you first sat down, but now you could clearly see his silhouette enjoying the snack that should’ve been yours.

As if feeling someone’s stare on him, he turned his head and met your angry gaze, his eyes widened a little before they turned into two half-moons, a smug grin on his lips. You exchanged no words but the way he was acting was so mocking it made your blood burn.

You gave your attention back to the film, not wanting to fuel his ego by acting affected by his childish behaviour. Yes, it was childish, but you were more petty so it did anger you. Who did he think he was to act that way?

The movie continued, even if you were painfully aware of the parasite beside you, you were able to follow the whole plot line until the ending scene was replaced with the closing credits. Murmurs filled the cinema room, the lights went on and you heard.

Sunoo was crying rivers beside you which made you chuckle, he had already finished his third tissue when he said “I’ll run to the bathroom.” To probably cry some more and try to fix his swelling eyes later. You were about to follow him when you heard a sniffle from your other side, you turned around and your eyes lit up when you noticed the stealer crying.

He raised his head and hid it behind his hands when he noticed you were staring. A heartfelt laugh escaped your lips “Don’t laugh at me.” He mumbled with a clear runny nose “You bet I am.” You sat down again, waiting for all the people to flow out and leave the exits freer “That’s what you get for stealing my snacks.”

He peaked at you from behind his fingers. “It’s not my fault you’re broke.” You tsked at his false-not-so-false statement “It’s not my fault you’re a crybaby.”

He side-eyed you and you side-eyed him back, just like Sunoo had taught you. The boy tried to dry his tears and runny nose, which was both unhygienic and impossible with one palm of his hand.

You felt a little pitiful for him and sighed, taking a tissue from the small tissue box and handing it to the boy.

He eyed it warily, not sure if he should’ve accepted it or not. “It’s not poisonous, unlike your germs.” You waved it in front of his face and he accepted it with a groan, blowing his nose and drying his tears.

He crumpled it and put it in his jeans pocket, staring at you while gulping down in a nervous way. You chuckled teasingly “What? Is the venom acting up?”

He rolled his eyes and took something from inside his hoodie’s pocket, “I saved this for you.”

You stared at the red candy stick he was holding out for you with a frown “What?” You asked, puzzled. Heeseung just sighed, acting unbiased. “I was full, don’t think I did it out of kindness.”

“What’s your name?” You asked suddenly, making him widen his eyes “Careful, you sound interested.”

You pursued your lips “Just answer, yeah?” The boy placed the candy on your palm, standing up.

You hadn’t noticed it, but he towered you by a lot just with you sitting, you didn’t imagine how you would have to pull your neck to look into his eyes by standing in front of him.

He stretched, lazily placing his hands in his pocket “Heeseung,” He beckoned to you “Y/N.” You replied

“Thank you for the tissue, Y/N.” He said and the way your name rolled from his tongue made your stomach turn. Whether it was disgust or attraction, you didn’t dare to label.

“Unthank you for the Twizzlers.” You smirked and turned on your heels, walking away before he even had the chance to talk to you more.

⪩⪨

“You cried over a movie?” Jia asked in an accusatory tone “I’m a sensitive person.” Heeseung huffed, blinking faintly

“I think you’re just a cry baby.” Jia raised her chin proudly “I didn’t even cry when I went to the dentist.”

Heeseung sniggered softly, booping his daughter's nose. He couldn’t help but always show some sort of affection towards her. The feeling of protection and longing was so strong whenever they spent time together. “Of course, you’re stronger than me.”

“Did you see her again later?” Heeseung nodded “Yes, but it was a lot of time later, like one month or so.” Jia widened her eyes “That much?” He hummed, running a hand in his hair “I was always awestruck when I saw her, it happened at the cinema and again…”

⪩⪨

“A 40, please.” Heeseung forced out a smile and handed the skates to the young girl who just asked. He was supposed to be relaxing at home but his brother decided to have a small trip with his girlfriend and obviously, it was Heeseung’s turn to cover up for him.

He had been handing skates that smelled like sweat and rotten cheese to people for four hours, and the thoughts of doing that for another one and half made him feel sick.

“A 38, please.” Heeseung’s eyes widened at the familiar voice, he raised his head and stared at your face through his bangs.

“You!” You both shouted at the same time, making the gesture of the Spiderman meme “What are you doing here?” He asked, eyeing you up and down.

Perhaps, it was the reddish lightning of the room, or the fact that your hair had grown a little, seeming like the perfect length for you; or the soft make up accentuating your face. Or maybe just the toxic fumes from the overused skates played tricks on his head.

“What’s taking so long?” One arm sneaked around your shoulders, making Heeseung raise a brow.

Oh, that was why you were there.

“My size is hard to find.” You lied, beckoning to Heeseung to do his job. Complying, he turned around and found your skates. passing them to you “Remember to take the safety precautions.” He said the same phrase he’d been repeating so many times and watched as you walked away with that guy’s arm still around your shoulder.

It shouldn’t have pissed him off, but it did. The way you smiled with him, helping him skating despite him was a lost case. Seriously, that guy sucked at skating, he had fallen so many times in just one hour.

Trying to distract himself, when he saw you approaching the counter bar, he started polishing the skates, but the urge to just talk to you was strong, so he approached you, sneakingly.

“Where’s your date?” Heeseung asked, cleaning the table with a sponge near where you were sat “Bathroom.” You replied nonchalantly

A soft frown curved his forehead “You’ve been sitting here for fifteen minutes, you sure he’s still in there?” At his words you smirked “You were staring at me?” Those same two words you told him when you first met.

You added “I saw him sneaking away five minutes ago, I just like to think he had a massive diarrhoea and didn’t actually dump me.”

Fucker. If he didn’t want to go out with you anymore he could’ve at least told you face to face.

The notes of ‘She Will Be Loved’ by Maroon 5 started playing as background music. Heeseung stared at you, you looked so gorgeous with your makeup, messy hair from the skating and the same bored expression you always wore, like nothing truly entertained you enough.

“What a loser.” He joked instead, earning a scoff from you “Why don’t you put yourself to good use and make me a smoothie?” You asked, sliding three coins on the counter.

Heeseung raised a brow, “I don’t know how to do it.” You raised it back “Don’t you work here?”

He shook his head “I’m just filling in for my brother.” You rolled your eyes “How useless.”

You were about to take those coins back when Heeseung stopped you, his hands brushing against yours “I’ll do it.” You smirked “A vanilla one, thank you.”

It was already late afternoon and the skating room wasn’t as packed as it was during the early hours, so Heeseung could put aside the skates sizes to make you a smoothie. Obviously, only to prove to you he was better than you thought, not because he wanted to cheer you up. Not at all.

Fiddling a little bit with the smoothies machine, he managed to make one, a little too liquid, but still drinkable.

He placed victoriously the glass in front of you, adding a straw inside “Here ya go.” You eyed it up and down, warily “Did you spit in it?”

Heeseung put a hand on his chest, acting wounded “You think so low of me.” You sighed while shaking your hand and took a small sip of the ‘vanilla smoothie’

“How is it?” He asked, hopeful. You just shrugged “Not bad for a newbie.”

Heeseung smirked, leaning against the counter, you could feel his body heat near you “Where’s my tip?”

You rolled your eyes, pushing him away “Nowhere.”

Your phone rang at that moment, you made a gesture for him to keep quiet and answered “Yes, mom… Yes, I know— at the, don’t shout, at the skating rink—“ A heavy sigh “Okay, I’ll be home.”

You hung up and hopped off the stool “Where are you going?” Heeseung frowned, “You haven’t even finished your smoothie.”

“Curfew.” You replied, waving your phone to him. He raised a brow “Don’t ask.”

Heeseung nodded, exiting from behind the counter, still in his brother’s uniform. Now you raised a brow “Where are you going?”

“I’ll walk you home.” You scowled, your face showing surprise “You’re working.” You stated

Heeseung pointed at the clock on the wall that ticked 06:03 PM. “Technically, my shift ended three minutes ago.”

“And why would you walk me home?” You asked “If something happened to you on the way, I’m sure your ghost would haunt me.”

You tsked, “I wouldn’t give you the honour to visit you when I’m dead.” Heeseung just smiled and nudged your shoulder with his “Lead the way, Twizzlers lover.”

You just rolled your eyes and walked out as he held the door for you “Let’s go, Twizzlers stealer.”

⪩⪨

“Why did that boy leave mommy?” Jia asked, her lips shifting to a cute pout “Because he didn’t realise what a treasure your mother is.” Heeseung answered, now sitting beside Jia with her small body curled under his arm.

“And you walked her home?” He nodded, laughing at the memories “Your grandfather went crazy when he saw me walk her home, I got a slipper thrown at my head.”

Jia chuckled as well, her soft giggles echoing through the whole room “What’s so funny? I got hurt.”

Jia chuckled loudly, hiding her face in her father’s chest “Grandpa still throws slippers at you.” She stated, making Heeseung laugh again “That’s right.”

“What happened then?” She asked, wanting to know more about her parents' love story. This was better than any prince and princesses tales her mother used to tell her.

“Later, I was forced to have dinner with them.” Heeseung started narrating, “After that awkward meal, me and Y/N grew closer. We kept bickering and fighting, but with her, no conversation was forced.”

Jia frowned “What does it mean?” She naively asked, of course she wouldn’t know this yet, so Heeseung explained “Sometimes, we feel forced to talk to others, however with your mother I didn’t even have to think about what to say, words just came to my mind.”

“Mommy seemed like she hated you.” The baby stated, glancing up to her father “She didn’t.”

Jia tilted her head “How do you know?” Heeseung smiled fondly, “I just knew.”

⪩⪨

“This one’s for you!” Heeseung exclaimed, throwing the ball to the basket just to painfully miss it. You laughed loudly at his fail “I hope that’s not how you flirt with girls or that explains why you’re single.” You snickered

Heeseung reached the ball and dribbled it around the court, his sleeves rolled up and his bangs sticking to the sweat on his forehead “Only with you.” He winked, making you act as if you were about to gag.

“Do you think I’ll be able to enter the college’s basketball team?” He asked, his voice sounding a little too serious for his usual playful character.

“We still have two months to think about college,” You frowned. “Let me live my summer without any thoughts.” Heeseung chuckled and threw the ball at you, which you caught before it landed on your face.

“I know,” He caught the ball you threw back at him “But I truly want to get a scholarship and maybe become a basketball player.” His tone may have been indifferent but his eyes were full of insecurities that could not could not be ignored.

You had been enemy (friend) with Heeseung long enough to know he had two things he deeply cared for: His family and basketball.

He was the High School team captain but hadn’t managed to receive a scholarship to enter the Sports faculty, which meant he had to rely on his own skills and money.

That wasn’t a problem, you know his family would always support his dreams, but there was something that Heeseung did not tell you about. You had a feeling, however you didn’t want to assume things. He’d tell you when he felt like it.

Your expression softened, you jumped off the railing and moved closer to him, stealing the ball from his hands, that he let you do, and taking a shot.

The ball entered the basket, making you smile proudly “You’re the best player I know, Heeseung.” You said honestly, nudging his shoulder with yours. The ball bounced back to you and you scooped it from the floor, placing a hand that signalled to Heeseung to wait there.

You rushed to your bags and took something he couldn’t see. He waited patiently, following all your movements.

You turned around and showed him what you did— holding out his basketball ball with a smiley face drawn on it “You just have to believe it too.” The smile on your lips matched with the ball’s one, but yours shone brighter. Heeseung felt a warm feeling spread all over his chest, something tickling his heart.

“Not as good as me.” You smirked playfully, taking another shot that missed the basket “Cause at least I fail gracefully.”

Heeseung shook his head, his lips curling into a small grin “You free tomorrow evening?” He suddenly asked and you quickly replied “Not at all.”

Heeseung knitted his brows “Why?” You sat back on the railing “The new season of ‘One Tree Hill’ is airing, I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”

He reached for you, taking the new-styled ball in his hands and rolling it “Not even if I said I’ll buy you Twizzlers?” You pondered a little but then shook your head “Nah ah.”

“Damn.” Heeseung sighed, “I’ll watch it with you, then.”

You blinked faintly “You called my series trash yesterday.” Heeseung nodded “Well, they are.” He hopped on the railing beside you “But when I become the best basketball player in the world, I won’t be able to spend much time with you.”

You smiled, noting how he said ‘when’ and not ‘if’ “Finally some time away from you.” Heeseung faked being offended “I’ll say on national TV that you were about to sabotage my career.” You laughed “I’ll be making prayers for your downfall.”

You both laughed at whatever, teasing each other but knowing when to stop not to upset the other.

“Eight PM, tomorrow?” Heeseung questioned, “I don’t want you in my house.” You answered, laughing “I’ll climb the window.” You immediately shook your head, knowing he could manage to do it, because he had tried once “Fine, loser. Roast beef for dinner, take it or leave it.”

Heeseung smirked, biting his bottom lip “Not you as a meal?” You widened your eyes, pushing him off the railing “What the hell.”

“Ouch—“ He fell flat on the floor, “That hurt.” You wiggled your brows “Serves you right.”

“Oh yeah?” He said, tone flirty as he took the ball and hit you hard with it, making you fall “How dare you!” You started chasing after him while he ran away.

If anyone saw you from afar, they’d think you were two people madly in love with each other… and you were.

You just hadn’t realised it yet.

⪩⪨

“You wanted to become a basketball player?” Jia asked, her voice filled with sleepiness, but she wanted to know how the story continued, so she fought her eyes open.

“Yes dear,” Heeseung placed a featherlight kiss on Jia’s hair. “I played basketball and was the best player in the world— or so Y/N thought.”

“But you don’t play anymore.” She stated and Heeseung shook his head in response “No, I don’t.” Jia yawned softly “Why?”

He sighed sadly, gulping down “Before I went to college, my mother passed away.” Heeseung held Jia a little tighter “She had leukaemia, which is a very bad thing,” He explained easily so that his daughter could understand “And I needed stability, I needed something that basketball couldn’t bring me.”

Jia looked up at him “And what could?”

“Your mother.”

⪩⪨

You couldn’t believe you learned about it two days later. That day was the date of the funeral and you weren’t by Heeseung’s side. Truth to be told, you tried to reach for him a lot in the past few days, but his brother either shrugged you off or didn’t even answer the door.

You thought you did something wrong, but it turned out his mother died due to the illness that had been haunting her for over a year.

You should’ve realised it, you should be by his side, giving him the strength he needed to get through it. Which was why you were running despite the pouring rain, trying to reach the location of the funeral.

You didn’t care if you were going to be sick the next day, your fixed thought was Heeseung and just him.

Heeseung, on the other hand, had been painfully quiet and shut down. He hasn’t comprehended yet that he was going to live the rest of his life without his dear mother, facing the troubles and sufferings of adulthood alone.

The whole room was packed with relatives he had never known about, all giving him pity glances and condolences he didn’t need. He just wanted his mother back.

Sighing, he went outside to have some time alone. As soon as he stepped outside, the cold breeze hugged his body, making him shiver. The rain made his suit wet but he didn’t really care— maybe it would take the pain away with its drain.

He stared at the night sky, the moon and the stars watching him back, probably feeling pity for him too.

His heart was heavy and black, full of grief and sorrow. He just wished you were there to make it better. You always did.

Your smile, your playfulness, your sharp tongue. He liked everything about you, even your ugliest flaw.

As he was trying to fill his dull mind with the thought of you, he saw something rushing in the streets, towards his directions.

The figure kept coming closer and closer until a familiar face was lightened from the lightbulb.

There he saw you, standing under the pouring rain, looking ever so dreamlike. There was a moment where you both just studied each other’s faces, as if you hadn’t seen each other in forever— which felt like it.

Just a couple of days without you made him realise how important you are, how much he needed you. No words were exchanged, there was no necessity, you hurried your steps toward him and hugged him, your embrace so warm in contrast with the cold weather.

Heeseung let out a sob and then another until he was crying ugly on your chest, all the tears he wasn’t able to shed until that day. You rubbed soothing circles on his chest, gripping him tightly, afraid that he would shatter right there.

“W-Why..” He weeped, his voice breaking from the trembling of his lips, due to both the cold and his crying “It— It was too early.. Why her?”

You let him rumble nonsense, knowing how heartbroken and sad he was, you just held him through the pain, hoping to at least relieve some “I know, but I am here now, I won’t leave you.”

Heeseung looked up at you, his eyes glossy, his whole body soaked and nose reddened. Perfect regardless. You stared at him, afraid that if you blinked he would disappear, and he seemed to be thinking the same thought.

You placed your hands on both his cheeks, your thumb rubbing them. Heeseung gulped down, his long lashes and bambi eyes enchanting you, so mesmerising.

You didn’t know what you were doing until you felt his hot breath hit your skin, like one of Jupiter's satellites orbiting around him, getting closer and closer to him.

And then, like a crashing wave, your lips found each other into a gentle and soft kiss, his hands raising to brush against the nape of your neck.

You let out a sigh in his mouth, his hand grasping the back of your head, tilting it to deepen the kiss. It was an anchor that he needed, something not to give up for. You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing his body flush to yours, both of you warming the other, protecting from the darkness of the world.

He was the first to pull away, his lips swollen as he stared at you “You don’t know how much I waited for this.” He whispered, shaking his head to emphasise his words. Your whole body trembled under his touch, his expression filling with worry “Are you cold? We should—“

You shushed him by reattaching your lips together, only one kiss not enough to calm down the desire, “No,” you murmured on his lips “You just make me feel so much it’s overwhelming.” He let out a small sigh, nodding as if to say he felt the same. His heart was beating so fast he could feel it in his throat, every best spelling your name.

“Thank you for coming,” He whispered and you smiled at him “You know I wouldn’t leave you alone even if I were a ghost— Sorry!” You exclaimed, realising it was not the best time to bring up the conversation you had at the skating rink.

To your surprise, Heeseung laughed out loud and pressed his lips on your brow, ever so caring “Please, don’t ever lose it.”

Puzzled, you asked “Lose what?” Heeseung smiled, “The spark that makes you, you.”

Your breath caught in your throat, his gaze intense as he studied those same features he knew by heart. You grinned back “If I had a packet of Twizzlers, I’d give you the last one.”

Heeseung bit his bottom lip, not able to hide the way his lips curled upwards everytime he was with you. “If I had a packet of Rolos, I’d give you the last one.”

⪩⪨

“You kissed mommy?” Jia’s voice grew softer every passing minute “Yes— but you can’t let a person kiss you until you’re eighteen, understood?”

“Why?” She asked, playing with the arms of her purple teddy bear “Because I say so.”

“Is the story finished?” Jia questioned with another yawn, as much as she wanted to hear more, her eyelids were becoming heavier

“I’ll make it quick,” Heeseung started, massaging Jia’s arm. “Mommy and I started dating after that kiss, it wasn’t official because none of us was truly ready, but we both knew what we had was magical.” He smiled within himself.

“Then, we graduated from college and I proposed to her,” Jia’s heart-lips opened to resemble an ‘o’ “With a ring?” Heeseung dipped “Yes, with a ring as beautiful as her.”

“It was an engagement ring, we made a promise to marry after university, and as soon as we got our degrees, we prepared for the big celebration— Your mother looked so perfect by the altar.”

Jia smiled sleepily, imagining how beautiful her mother must’ve looked with the wedding dress on, all candid and white “Like a queen?” Heeseung placed a kiss on her hair “Like a queen.”

“And a couple of years later, we had you.” He smiled happily. Heeseung was so satisfied with his life, and even if he had to give basketball up, he felt like he gained more. He had a beautiful wife, always by his side and a perfect daughter he’d protect with all his might (and probably throw slippers at her boyfriend’s too). His heart never felt so full of love and affection, he was accomplished.

“But the ending…“ He turned around to finish his sentence just to see Jia had fallen asleep, her breaths shallow and calm. He tugged her better under the covers, standing up from the small bed, feeling a little sore but joyful “…Still has to be written.”

He placed another featherlight kiss on her daughter’s forehead, whispering a gentle “Good night.” Before exiting the room.

He closed the door behind her back, hurrying downstairs with light steps. Heeseung saw you were still fast asleep on the couch. He removed the blanket from your figure and hooked his arms behind your neck and knees, scooping you from it.

You blinked your eyes open, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck “Hee?” You murmured, your voice laced with sleep.

“Hey, love.” He nudged his nose with your cheek “Time to get to bed.” You hummed, snuggling closer, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

Heeseung opened the door to your bedroom with his foot and slowly placed you down on the mattress. You opened your eyes again, staring at him through your half-lids “Jia?” Heeseung smiled reassuringly. “She’s sleeping, just finished telling her a story.”

He laid down beside you, wrapping the cover over your two figures, he shifted closer to you, holding you close “What story?” You asked, your voice hoarse “Just the best story ever.” He placed a sweet kiss on the corner of your lips

“By the way, I’m a better storyteller than you.” He bragged and you scoffed “Liar.”

“Maybe,” He chuckled, wrapping both his arms around your body “But do you know one thing I never lie about?”

You shook your head “I’d give you my last Rolo.” You smiled, he could feel it on his chest “I’d give you my last Twizzler too.”

[⪩⪨] END.

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[crystal-jack-asripines]

Happy “Captain Cook got what he fucking deserved” day!

[bitchimasnake-sss]

Sleep nonnie again. Is it okay if I go by 🦊🌲 its easier.

Anyways I think it would be a funny scenario if you suggest to the op boys to keep their hands warm by putting them between your thighs. I know some boys would just get a heart attack if you suggest that and get a cute blush

say whAT NOW?? NONNIE HELLO AND WELCOME BACK!! (dm me so that we can be friends ur fic ideas are so out of pocket i love it); also, gonna add ace cause i see many ace thirsties out there ;)

let me warm you up ft. the monster trio//ace!

luffy:

💗when he agreed to this, he didn't know just what kind of uncharted territory he was entering. he was simply not prepared. you had given him such a soft smile, taking his hands into yours as gingerly, "luff, are you cold?" he had nodded a mindless yes because you were crossing a terribly cold patch of the sea and his hands were freezing. but then held his hand a bit tighter and whispered, "i can warm them up for you. if you like?" he was too drunk on the idea to see the mischievous glint in your eyes and the way you spurred him on with your honey-like voice.

💗so now, he sat in front of you, eyes blown wide and lips trembling as his hands rested between your plush thighs. you had squeezed your thighs shut around his restless hands, claiming that it'll get him warm in little to no time. but god, this was hard (much like something else) and he was trying his best to keep his fingers still and not do anything hasty, like digging it into your soft flesh and relishing in the way your body molded to his touches. or by trailing his hand a bit upwards and seeing the way you react. 💗"luffy??" you called out and captain shook his head as he crawled out of that daze like state, "y-yeah?" "you okay?" you mumbled, voice far too gentle. you fucking minx. "you seem like you're losing your mind." good catch! because he was. luffy abruptly pulled his hands backwards lest he do something that truly made him lose his sanity. he scrambled off of your bed, heading out the door into the chilly deck in long, skitterish steps. "where ya going?" you called after him but he rushed out, yelling after himself, "JUST GONNA WARM UP WITH USSOP INSTEAD BYE" did ussop have better thighs than you? you may never know.

zoro:

💚zoro was very stupid, very. he was not the smartest tool in the shed when it came to love or crushes or dating or cooking food or social cues or emotional intelligence or— i should stop before this turns into zoro slander [i promise i love him]. but now, the bounty hunter sat with his face flushed and hands tucked between your soft, malleable thighs. he was smarter than this, truly. he knew that when you suggested that he looked cold and you can warm him up, he was supposed to say "fuck no, get out." because having a crush on you was embarrassing enough on it's own. but you had given him such a gut-wrenching, pleading look. your eyes saddened and your lips fell into a pout and oh god, what was he, if not the man who would let you ruin him? 💚ever since he was a child, zoro had always known that he would die a noble swordman's death. he would die fighting, brave, courageous, unafraid. now, he was sure he'd die from the way you squirmed and pressed your thighs shut. "quit movin'" he grunted, looking away from you as your stared at him. but you tucked your arms against your chest and the soft swell of your tits fell forward towards him so deliciously. he must have lost focus and let his gaze travel against your body cause you coughed, drawing his attention back to your face, "quit starin'." he pulled his hands back, ears going red and heart faltering. he should really stop before he gave into the temptations and pinned you to the mattress to— his voice pitched up, "i-i'm going back to my room, bye." "zoro?!" you called after the swordsman as he ran out, "BUT THIS IS YOUR ROOM, WHERE ARE YOU GOING??" [spoiler: he went to chopper and crushed herbs to make medicine. he wanted to get rid of some of that tension but he failed. because he put the pressure too hard and the china dish in which he was crushing the leafy herbs broke, and now chopper was hitting him square in his head, talking about how important it was to be precise in medicine and how zoro will never make a good doctor. "stop hitting me— OW" "what KIND OF A DOCTOR ARE YOU?" "IM A SWORDSMAN!" "YEAH CAUSE YOU CANNOT BE A DOCTOR!"]

sanji:

💙breath in, breathe out. breathe in, breathe out. breath in, breath out— "sanji?" you asked, a tinge of worry at his almost fainting figure, "are you okay?!" "my love, darling, sugar pie—" the man caught his tongue between his teeth, trying to stop his head from spinning. the floor seem to sway under him, the lights seemed too bright. was he flying or was it the blood rush?? "what did you just ask me?" you look down at the kitchen floor, mumbling with a bashful smile, "if your hands are cold...i can warm them up." his heart quickened as did his fingers. he chopped the bell pepper so hastily that you were sure you saw sparks flying. "and how would you do that?" "you can keep them between my thighs, if you like?" you looked up, "OH MY GOD SANJI YOUR NOSE—" 💙i hate to cut the story short but sanji 100% fainted and you had to catch him before he fell face-forward into the pot with boiling water on the stove. sorry, he gets no bitches :( but you did look after him on the bedside and let him eventually touch your thighs so... idk, a win is a win!!! ["so, is he like dead?" zoro had asked, uninterested, as you hauled the cook's figure outside the kitchen. you were dragging him to his room as the rest of the crew trailed you. they had heard your shriek and came spilling into the kitchen to see what the fuss was about. "did you give him a hug?" nami asked, amused. "hug's too much." ussop snickered, "she probably smiled at him." sanji whipped his head dangerously to glare at them, "i can hear you. and i will be poisoning your food." he looked back at you, "oh don't you worry, im still fainted." he closed his eyes, letting his forehead fall on your shoulder. you smiled to yourself, making a note to warm him up later]

ace:

🧡truthfully, how do you ask a man made of literal fire if you can "warm him up"??? you must have not thought you plan through because you had stood in his room a bit tipsy, locked the door behind you and asked a boy [who was always shirtless cause he was so warm] that question. "huh?" ace's eyes widened in pleasant surprise. he stood up to walk towards you, "what is that about? you wanna warm me up?" "NO!" you bit your cheek when you realized the implications of your words, "i was joking, obviously." "awh, i do love when you humor me." he quipped, "it's kinda cute." "shut up." you glared at him but he gave you an earnest smile back, "if you're cold, you could have just told me." he set his finger ablaze, acting suave, "see, i can warm you up." "you wanna set me on fire?" you seethed. "no?!" "why did you light your fingers on fire?!" "YOU ASKED A MAN MADE OF FIRE IF YOU CAN WARM HIM UP? DONT ASK ME QUESTIONS?!" "i'm drunk" you mumbled. after a beat you looked down at the floor, "and... i'm kinda cold." portagas d. ace just smiled, shrugging in mock nonchalance, "we can cuddle, if you like. i've been told i'm a pretty great heater." you laughed, "hah, hotshot." ace gave you a wicked grin, "how drunk are you?" "not nearly enough." just saying, portagas d ace was better than just a "pretty great heater." he was a pretty great fu-

a/n: i love writing stupid things so much. it makes me so happy because i'm a stupid little girl giggling and typing on her laptop when she should be doing work. tagging the ever lovelies: @bokutosbiceps (resident luffy enjoyer) and @help-i-lost-my-sock (resident ace enjoyer). if you wanna be added to the tag list, please let me know (//tell me your preferences and i'd tag you in those fics)!

[bruciemilf]

heyy, I had a dream of the Waynes having beef with irl celebrities (mainly the Kardashians since I personally don't really like them) and wanted to know if you think that there would be this kind of rivalry between them if they were to co-exist

(sorry if this is worded weirdly, english is my second language, and I'm still really tired, lol)

OH! This gave me an idea. Batfamily + celebrities they have parasocial hatred with.

Bruce: Kim Kardashian (obvious reasons, but I think it’d be so funny if he hates her because she tried buying his mother’s pearls for the Met Gala. )

Tim: Drake; He hasn’t had a second of peace since Not Like Us dropped. Jason has that playing over coms at 100 volume.

Dick: Chris Evans. He lost best butt in America contest to him (As nightwing) and hasn’t been the same since. No one knows why Bruce Wayne’s son hates Captain America so much.

Jason: JK RAWLING. He hates that woman with every inch and beat of his being. Wrote a 100,000 K word fanfiction about Harry Potter transitioning out of spite. It got a movie adaptation.

Damian: Taylor Swift. “It’s like listening to yogurt.”

Alfred: Gordon Ramsey (they had a cook off and he lost. ) also, queen elizabeth. Ominously sipped tea while her death was announced. Probably came to the funeral and watched in all black, from the sidelines, in a huge hat.

Stephanie: Adam Sandler. “The bitch stole my look!”