#god she just had to outdo everyone didn't she

[killeroos]

ASH GARDNER - MAIDEN INTERNATIONAL CENTURY, PLAYER OF THE MATCH Women's Ashes 2025, 3rd ODI, Hobart, (x, x)

[vamptizm]

iv. MISSION JEALOUSY — p. bueckers

pairing : paige bueckers x clover amar (oc)

synopsis : in which paige bueckers and clover amar, two uconn wbb stars, have an ongoing mission of making each other jealous and outdoing the other.

warnings : hannah hidalgo :/ homophobia. a slur being dropped. that’s all i think?

word count : 4.8k

note : was gonna add smut to this but honestly it’s taking me sooo long and it’d make the chapter too long for my taste so i got y’all next update fr. (on my subby/switch paige shit so.. yeah)

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The air inside the Gampel Pavilion buzzed with anticipation. Less than thirty minutes remained before the Huskies tipped off against Notre Dame, and the team was deep into warm-ups. The rhythmic thud of basketballs echoed through the court as sneakers squeaked against polished hardwood. Paige moved through the motions, though her mind was far from the game. 

She stole a glance at Clover, who was stretching just a few feet away. Clover wasn't looking at her—of course she wasn't—but Paige found her gaze lingering for a moment too long. She wasn't jealous, not at all. What was there to be jealous about? Clover could do whatever—or whoever—she wanted. Paige certainly didn't care. Her jaw tightened as she shook the thought away, forcing her focus back to her shooting drills. 

‘It wasn't jealousy,’ Paige told herself for what felt like the hundredth time since last night. It's annoyance. Irritation. Frustration. The memory of Clover's smug grin from the night before burned in her mind, unshakable. Paige had spent the night tossing and turning, her thoughts spinning with images she refused to acknowledge. Clover and that waitress, the blanket slipping over bare shoulders, the tattoos curling over Clover's arms like whispers of secrets Paige didn't want to think about.

She dribbled the ball harder than necessary. It wasn't like she hadn't had someone in her bed just hours before the game. What bothered her was that Clover hadn't been there to see it. Not that it mattered. It didn't matter if Clover cared—or didn't. 

Paige released a long breath, sinking her next shot with a little more effort than usual. The team's warm-ups were nearly over, the energy building as the crowd filled the arena. Just as she began to head toward the tunnel with the rest of the Huskies, a familiar figure caught her attention near the student section. 

Clover was standing there, her back to the court, chatting with a group of girls. Their laughter rang out, light and teasing, as they leaned in closer to Clover's confident stance. Paige felt her teeth clench. Clover's charm was effortless, her natural charisma always drawing people in. The way the girls giggled at whatever she was saying only grated on Paige's nerves further, though she couldn't for the life of her understand why. 

The team was already halfway to the tunnel when Paige called out, loud enough for the entire court to hear.  "C'mon, Amar! You can chit-chat with your fans later!" 

The laughter from the student section died down as Clover turned her head, her smile fading into an annoyed scowl. She rolled her eyes, muttering something to the girls before giving them a quick parting smile and jogging back toward the team. 

As she passed Paige, Clover didn't even glance her way. Paige's irritation only deepened, her jaw tightening as Clover breezed past, all casual confidence and deliberate indifference. 

Once she reached Nika and Jana, Clover grumbled something in Arabic under her breath, her tone dripping with frustration. "I swear to god, she's lucky I don't like to make a scene in front of everyone."

Jana chuckled softly, clearly catching the gist of it, while Nika looked puzzled, though she didn't get the chance to ask for translations before the team was ushered into the tunnel for their entrance. 

Jogging out onto the court, Paige fell into the familiar rhythm of the pre-game show. She slapped hands with fans lining the sideline, her game face firmly in place, though her mind still wandered back to Clover. She sat on the bench as the starting lineup was called, her focus sharpening despite the lingering tension from earlier. It was Paige, Nika, Azzi, Aaliyah and lastly Clover as the starting five.

Clover was the last player introduced, wearing her number seven jersey like a badge of honor. She waved confidently to the roaring crowd, her makeup perfectly subtle and the bright lights illuminating the ink on her subtly toned arms. Paige felt her gaze drawn to Clover again, even as she tried to convince herself otherwise. Clover Amar was truly magnetic, and everyone in the pavilion seemed to agree. 

Clover made her way back to the bench, high-fiving and dapping up her teammates as she went. When she reached Paige, the usual cocky smirk was gone, replaced by a more subdued expression. Paige hesitated for a split second before returning the gesture. In that moment, the rivalry that consumed them off the court melted away, replaced by a shared determination to win. 

But as they settled into the game, Paige couldn't shake the flicker of jealousy that lingered, buried deep beneath her competitive exterior. 

And Clover? She could feel Paige's gaze, even if the blonde refused to admit it. A small, private smirk tugged at her lips as she refocused on the court. She always came out on top, after all.

The moment the buzzer echoed through the arena, Clover was in motion, laser-focused on the ball soaring through the air. She leapt, snagging it with ease before sprinting down the court. Her movements were fluid, practiced, and confident. A quick step to the left, a light jump, and she laid the ball into the basket, securing the first two points for UConn within the first ten seconds of the game.

Jogging back, she allowed herself a small grin, slapping hands with Azzi as they regrouped on defense. The crowd roared, the game already electric with intensity.

Six minutes in, the energy hadn't let up. UConn was clinging to a one-point lead, and every possession felt critical. Clover was open in the corner, her position perfect. She waved her arms at Paige, who was caught in the middle of Notre Dame's suffocating defense.

"Paige!" Clover shouted, her voice cutting through the noise. She was wide open, but Paige didn't even glance her way.

Instead, the blonde pivoted, determined to take the shot herself despite the two defenders closing in on her. Paige jumped, aiming for a mid-range shot, but Notre Dame's forward was quicker. The ball was swatted out of the air, stolen in an instant. The break was fast, the Notre Dame player sprinting down the court and sinking a clean three-pointer before UConn could react.

Clover froze for a moment, her frustration boiling to the surface. She wanted to throw her arms up, shout at Paige, demand to know what she was thinking. But she knew better than to cause a scene mid-game. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to jog back down the court, her hands clenched into fists.

By the time the buzzer signaled the end of the first quarter, UConn had fallen behind by three points. The team trudged toward the bench, sweat gleaming on their faces. Paige was visibly fuming, her jaw tight and her eyes narrowed. Nothing about her game was clicking tonight. She wasn't moving the way she usually did, wasn't landing her shots with her typical ease.

Clover, on the other hand, was trying to calm her own annoyance. She plopped down on the bench, grabbing her water bottle and downing it in a few gulps. Her chest rose and fell with deep breaths as she fought to shake off the frustration of being ignored on the court. She wouldn't let Paige's stubbornness ruin her focus.

Geno's voice boomed as the team gathered around, his sharp eyes scanning the group. He jabbed his marker against the whiteboard, drawing out a new play with quick, decisive strokes.

"Paige," he barked, his tone leaving no room for argument, "if you don't start passing that goddamn ball to Clover, you're running suicides after this game. Got it?"

The huddle was silent, the players exchanging wary glances. Clover bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing, but a small, amused grin still tugged at her lips. She didn't even try to hide it, leaning back slightly as she sipped from her water bottle.

Paige noticed immediately. Her blue eyes darted to Clover's face, catching the smirk before the brunette could wipe it away. Clover didn't say a word, but the message in her expression was clear: ‘Serves you right’

Paige rolled her eyes, but the faint pink rising in her cheeks betrayed her irritation. She looked away quickly, focusing on the whiteboard and ignoring the way her chest tightened every time she caught that smug grin from the corner of her eye.

The team clapped their hands in unison, signaling the end of the huddle as they prepared to head back out for the second quarter. Clover didn't say anything to Paige, didn't need to. She just jogged onto the court, her smirk still lingering as she lined up for the second quarter.

Paige had told herself she'd get it together. Play fair. Stick to the plan. She'd even taken a deep breath before stepping back onto the court, but her resolve shattered within moments. 

Her gaze wandered, drawn to the roar of the student section. The fans were on their feet, waving signs and shouting chants, but one particular poster stopped her dead in her tracks. 

‘Clover is our lucky charm!’ it read in bold letters, the name replaced with a carefully drawn four-leaf clover and a dark blue ‘#7’

Of course, it's her. The girl Clover had been hooking up with. 

Paige gritted her teeth, wondering how none of them had noticed her—or that sign—until now. The sight made her stomach twist, though she couldn't quite pinpoint why. 

Aubrey was the first to notice, nudging Clover sharply with her elbow. "Look, Clo. It's your girlfriend," she teased, her grin wicked as she nodded toward the shorter blonde in the stands. 

Clover turned her attention to the sign, her jaw tightening as a shiver ran down her spine. She wasn't exactly thrilled about the grand gesture. It was sweet, sure, but also unexpected and, frankly, off-putting. Her memory of the girl—whose name she seemed to forget every other hour—didn't include this level of commitment. 

"Shut up," Clover muttered under her breath. "I don't do girlfriends." But even as she dismissed the idea, she shot the girl her trademark charming smile, hoping to keep things light. 

The waitress beamed back, completely oblivious to Clover's internal cringe. 

Paige caught the exchange and, to her surprise, felt a faint flicker of relief at Clover's clarification. But the flirtatious smile Clover had thrown at the blonde? That sent a different kind of twist through her gut, undoing any momentary comfort. 

When the game resumed, Paige's frustration bubbled dangerously close to the surface. She wanted to play better, to prove she wasn't shaken by something as stupid as a sign. But her irritation spilled over into her play, and it didn't take long for Clover to notice. 

Whenever Paige had the ball, she either forced shots or passed it off to anyone except Clover. And every missed opportunity gnawed at Clover's patience. 

Paige attempted another contested jumper, and once again, the ball didn't even come close to sinking. Notre Dame snatched the rebound, and Clover's restraint snapped. As she jogged back, she passed Paige with a glare sharp enough to cut. 

"If you're gonna hog the fucking ball," Clover hissed venomously, "at least make sure it goes in." 

Paige barely had time to process the sting of Clover's words before the ball was back in play. Notre Dame's Hannah Hidalgo received the inbound pass, but Clover was already one step ahead. She lunged, intercepting the ball with a burst of speed that sent the crowd into a frenzy. 

Dribbling down the court, Clover moved like she was on fire, weaving past the slower defenders. She paused just outside the three-point line, her instincts sharp and her movements confident. The ball left her hands in a perfect arc, and the net barely moved as it swished through. 

The scoreboard lit up, and the gap between the teams narrowed, but Clover didn't stop to celebrate. She jogged back down the court, her focus entirely on the next play. She wouldn't waste time with tacky antics like Hidalgo, who seemed to cheer herself on after every shot. 

Paige, however, lingered a second too long, watching Clover with a mix of frustration and something uncomfortably close to admiration. She clenched her fists, her chest tightening as she forced herself to refocus. This wasn't about Clover—or whatever storm of emotions that sign had kicked up. This was about the game. 

‘Get it together, Paige,’ she thought bitterly. But as her eyes drifted back to Clover, the determination she tried to muster kept slipping through her fingers.

The second quarter had been a disaster. Missed shots. Airballs. Awful foul calls. Notre Dame was practically being handed free throws, and the sheer frequency of it felt almost rigged. Every whistle sent another surge of frustration through the team, but none more so than Clover.

When the buzzer sounded for halftime, Clover's glare shot up to the scoreboard: 34-45. Her fists clenched at her sides, nails digging into her palms. She didn't care about the sting; the anger bubbling inside her made it impossible to focus on anything else. She wanted to scream, maybe even throw something, but instead, she swallowed the rage, holding it in her chest like a ticking bomb. She hated losing���more than anything.

The locker room was no refuge. As soon as the team entered, Clover dropped onto a bench, gripping her water bottle so tightly it looked like she might crush it. She didn't bother speaking, her body language screaming for everyone to keep their distance. The team, well aware of her temper, complied.

Clover Amar's temper was no secret. She'd heard it countless times: ‘You've got to rein it in,’ they'd say. ‘Control yourself.’ But right now? She didn't want to.

Geno's booming voice tore through the room like a thunderstorm. His words were relentless, ricocheting off the walls and into every player's ears. CD stood beside him, arms crossed and nodding in firm agreement.

"You're playing like a bunch of amateurs," Geno growled, his tone like gravel. "Is this how you want to be remembered? By playing like imbeciles?"

No one dared to respond, their silence only fueling his fury. He stalked across the room, barking instructions, correcting plays, and assigning positions for the next half.

"And you," he snapped suddenly, his eyes locking on Paige.

Paige straightened reflexively, her shoulders stiff as Geno marched closer.

"What do you think you're doing out there?" His tone was sharp enough to cut glass.

"I—" Paige started, but no words followed.

"Exactly. You're not thinking," Geno barked, his face hard with disappointment. "You're sitting out the first half of the third quarter. And if you don't start passing that ball when you're back on, you'll be benched for the rest of the game. Got it?"

Paige's cheeks flushed red, a mix of embarrassment and simmering anger coursing through her. She forced herself to nod, biting her tongue against the retort burning on her lips.

Her gaze flicked to Clover, who hadn't even spared her a glance. Instead, the fiery brunette sat with her head bowed, steam practically rising off her skin. Paige's jaw tightened, heat building behind her eyes as she sat in silent fury, as if Clover's frustration was somehow her fault.

Geno stormed out not long after, leaving the team to recover and regroup. The air was thick with tension, every breath heavy. As they trickled back toward the tunnel with a couple of minutes left before the third quarter, Clover hung back. She had other plans.

She grabbed Paige's arm without warning, her grip firm and unrelenting as she dragged the blonde a few feet away from prying eyes and ears. Paige's body stiffened immediately, her posture defensive, but she didn't pull away.

Clover spun her around, her expression livid. "I don't know what the fuck your issue is, but I swear to god, if you don't leave that shit off the court—"

Paige yanked her arm free, cutting Clover off. "Then what? What are you gonna do?" Her voice was sharp, defiant, but her breathing quickened.

Clover's jaw tightened, her teeth grinding together so hard it hurt. Before she could think, her hands shot up, gripping the collar of Paige's jersey with an intensity that made the blonde freeze.

"Stop fucking playing with me, Bueckers," Clover hissed, her voice low and venomous. Her fingers curled tighter into the fabric. "Before I smack that attitude out of you." She leaned closer, their faces just inches apart, her fiery gaze locking with Paige's. "If you're the reason this team loses to our biggest rivals, do you think you'll be able to look any of them in the eye again?"

Paige stared back, her usual sharpness dulled by the proximity, the heat of Clover's words, the anger radiating off her in waves. She hated it—the way her brain scrambled, the way her chest tightened, the way Clover's touch sent an unexpected rush through her.

"No," Paige muttered, her voice quiet and uncertain. She sounded more like a scolded child than a college athlete.

Clover's gaze swept over her, taking in the flushed cheeks and tense posture. With a slight scoff, she released her grip, letting Paige's jersey fall back into place.

"Good." Clover's voice was firm, unwavering. She tapped Paige's cheek twice, condescending but not without purpose. "Now, when you get back on that goddamn court, I better not see you play like an idiot again."

And with that, Clover turned on her heel, leaving Paige standing there, stunned and silent.

The frustration in Paige's chest was still there, but now it mingled with something else. The tall blonde was undeniably turned on.

The second half of the game began with Paige seated on the bench, a towel draped around her shoulders. She watched the court intently, arms crossed, biceps flexing, though the tension in her posture betrayed her frustration. Geno had decided to actually go through with benching her, at least for the time being, to reassess how the game would unfold without her. Paige wasn't thrilled, but she trusted Geno's instincts, even if they stung her pride.

Her gaze flickered toward Clover, who was already moving fluidly up and down the court. Paige could tell immediately—something had changed. Clover played like a spark had been lit inside her, ignited during halftime. The hesitation from the first half was gone; Paige wasn't there to hold her back anymore, she was unafraid to go for deep three-pointers whenever the opportunity presented itself. Her confidence radiated, and for once, Paige wasn't actively critiquing her every move in her head.

Clover wasn't just good—she was unstoppable. Notre Dame's defense couldn't seem to keep up with her. Even Paige, reluctant to admit when someone else stole the spotlight, felt the flicker of a grudging pride watching her teammate dominate. She always knew that Clover could carry the team in ways Paige hated to applaud, even if it was in her head.

Six minutes into the third quarter, UConn trailed by only two points, the score 49-51. The Huskies had clawed their way back, thanks in large part to Clover's determination. It was almost poetic, Paige thought, how much better Clover performed without her there to get in the way.

Then it happened.

Clover moved with precision, intercepting another pass meant for Hannah Hidalgo and knocking the ball cleanly out of her possession. Paige's focus sharpened as she watched Clover pivot and send the ball sailing toward Aaliyah, who sprinted for an easy layup. The crowd roared, and Paige allowed herself a small, satisfied nod. But the celebration was short-lived. 

Hannah caught the rebound as it fell into her hands and charged back down the court. Clover was already on her, sticking close, her defense tight. Paige knew how competitive Hidalgo was, knew she hated being shown up. And Clover, so naturally irritating just by existing, had clearly pushed her over the edge.

The words were quiet, barely audible beneath the buzz of the crowd and the squeak of sneakers on hardwood, but Clover heard them as clearly as the girl spitting them.

"Fucking dyke."

Hannah's voice dripped with venom, her expression smug as she threw a shoulder into Clover's path, causing her to lose balance, stumble and trip backwards. Clover hit the court, her palms slapping against the floor to catch herself.

Paige's stomach dropped, a small flame immediately igniting to life inside her chest. Clover pushed herself up quickly, but her face was a storm of fury. She stalked toward Hannah, her movements tense, her fists clenched at her sides.

"The fuck did you just say to me?" Clover spat, her voice sharp enough to cut through the noise in the arena. Her eyes blazed, her entire body practically vibrating with rage. 

Before Clover could get any closer, Aaliyah and Nika were there, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her back, their words a quiet blur of attempts to calm her down. Hannah just stood there, unfazed, watching Clover's reaction with a smug smirk.

The whistle blew, and to Paige's disgust, the refs didn't call a foul on Hannah. Instead, a technical foul was issued against Clover for the altercation. 

Paige was on her feet before she realized it, her towel falling from her shoulders as Geno called a timeout. The team gathered on the sidelines, and Geno immediately pulled Clover out of the game. She sat on the bench, still seething, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to calm down. Paige stood nearby, watching her with a mix of frustration and concern.

"Can you control your goddamn temper for once, Amar?" Paige snapped, her voice low and cutting as she looked down at the girl, shaking her head. She wasn't sure why she said it—it was instinct, the same dynamic they always had. But the words felt wrong the moment they left her mouth.

Clover's head shot up, her eyes burning with a fury that nearly matched what she'd shown on the court. "This isn't about temper," she hissed through gritted teeth. "That vertically challenged leprechaun just called me a fucking dyke." 

Paige froze. Her world seemed to tilt for a moment as the weight of Clover's words hit her. 

"Come again?" she said, her voice sharp but quieter now. Her fists clenched tightly at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she processed what had just been said. The rage she'd felt earlier was nothing compared to what surged inside her now. Any irritation she'd felt toward Clover, any lingering frustrations from the past few weeks, vanished instantly. 

No one had the right to speak to Clover like that. No one. 

Her jaw tightened, and she turned her head slightly, glaring toward the Notre Dame bench where Hannah now sat. Paige's blood boiled. She wasn't used to feeling protective, not like this—not in a way that consumed her so completely. But the idea of someone hurting Clover, of targeting her so cruelly, was enough to make her see red. 

For the first time in days, Paige didn't care about winning, losing, or whatever petty feud she and Clover had going on. The only thing she cared about now was making sure Hannah Hidalgo regretted ever stepping foot on the court. 

As Geno barked instructions to the team, preparing to send Paige back in, she locked eyes with Clover. Her voice was steady but low, almost a promise. 

"I'll handle her." 

Clover raised a brow at her, surprised by the shift in Paige's tone. There was no teasing smirk, no playful jab. Just a quiet, unyielding determination. Paige turned away, stepping onto the court with a newfound purpose. 

If she had to play 'dirty' to make her point, then so be it. No one messed with her team—not on Paige's watch.

The whistle blew, signaling the resumption of the game. Paige strode onto the court, her focus sharper than it had been all night. The noise of the crowd faded into the background as her gaze locked onto Hannah Hidalgo. The Notre Dame guard might have been fast and agile, but Paige had years of experience on her.

Every move Paige made was calculated, fueled by the fire burning in her chest. Her defense became suffocating, her presence impossible to ignore. Every time Hannah touched the ball, Paige was there, her hands in the way, forcing turnovers, drawing offensive fouls, and making Hidalgo visibly uncomfortable. 

The crowd erupted as Paige stole the ball from Hannah and passed it to Azzi, who sank a clean jumper. Paige didn't celebrate—her eyes were glued to Hannah, whose smugness was beginning to waver. 

"Not bad for a dyke, huh?" Paige muttered under her breath as they jogged back down the court. 

But Hannah wasn't one to back down. She shoved Paige slightly as they crossed paths, earning her a warning glance from the refs. Paige smirked, her satisfaction growing. She didn't need to escalate things further—not yet. 

Clover sat on the bench, her leg bouncing with restless energy. She hated not being on the court, hated feeling sidelined. But as she watched Paige systematically dismantle their game, something inside her shifted. 

Paige was relentless. There was no pettiness, no grandstanding—just a raw, focused determination. It was a side of Paige Clover had rarely seen, one that made it impossible to look away. One that made her unconsciously press her thighs together.

For the first time in a while, Clover felt something other than irritation toward the blonde. Maybe it was gratitude, or maybe it was something deeper, something Clover wasn't ready to name. Either way, the sight of Paige defending her honor—however indirectly—sent a warmth through her chest and core, she hadn't expected. 

By the time the fourth quarter began, UConn had pulled ahead, leading 65-60. Geno subbed Clover back in, and the energy on the court shifted once again. 

Clover and Paige fell into an unspoken rhythm, their usual animosity replaced by a surprising cohesion. Paige started passing the ball to Clover without hesitation, setting her up for open shots and helping her navigate Notre Dame's aggressive defense. 

It wasn't perfect—they still bickered during timeouts, their competitive streaks clashing over strategy. But on the court, they were unstoppable. Clover's sharpshooting combined with Paige's vision and defensive tenacity turned the game on its head. 

With less than a minute on the clock, UConn led by three points. Notre Dame had possession, and Hannah had the ball. Paige didn't hesitate, closing in on her with suffocating pressure. 

Hannah tried to fake left, but Paige anticipated the move, her hand darting out to tip the ball away. Clover was there in an instant, scooping up the loose ball and sprinting down the court. She didn't stop, weaving through defenders before leaping for a layup that sealed the game. 

The buzzer sounded, and the arena erupted. UConn had won, 78-73. 

Clover and Paige didn't immediately celebrate together—they weren't there yet. But as the team gathered at center court, Paige caught Clover's eye. There was no teasing smirk, no sharp comment—just a small nod of acknowledgment. 

Clover returned it, her lips curving into the faintest of smiles. 

In the locker room, the team celebrated their hard-fought victory, their earlier frustrations replaced by relief and camaraderie. Geno offered his usual gruff praise, and the players began to unwind. 

Clover was at her locker, peeling off her jersey, when Paige approached. 

"You played well," Paige said, her voice quieter than usual. 

Clover looked up, surprised. Paige rarely gave compliments, and even when she did, they were usually laced with sarcasm. But this felt genuine. 

"So did you," Clover replied, her tone softer than usual. She hesitated, then added, "Uhm... thanks. For earlier." 

Paige shrugged, but her cheeks flushed slightly. "Nobody talks to you like that, except me." she said simply. 

Clover scoffed with a faint smile. "How sweet. Guess there's hope for you yet, Bueckers." 

Paige rolled her eyes, but there was no bite behind it. "Don't get used to it." 

As she walked away, Clover couldn't help but watch her go, a small, curious smile playing on her lips. 

Something had shifted between them. It wasn't forgiveness, and it certainly wasn't friendship—not yet. But it was something they supposed.

[curi0us-gh0st]

Porcelain Princess (Jang Wonyoung)

pairings: Jang Wonyoung!gp!Princess x Fem!Reader

word count: 2.864

genre: smut, fluffy (?).

summary: Who would have thought that the most memorable wedding of the Jang family's reign, between the children who looked like porcelain dolls, hid their sins with a beautiful smile on their faces.

warnings: top!Wony, bottom!reader, wlw, secret relationship (reader is married to Sunoo, and Wony to Sunghoon), quick participation of Sunoo x Sunghoon, swearing, pet names, worship, mention of pregnancy, blowjob, hair pulling, choking, fingering, slapping, anal, squirting, overstimulation, etc.

a/n: I've been wanting to finish this fic for a while now, god - enjoy it~~

With the marriage of the only daughter of the Jang family, while they dominated South Korean territory with the main branches of the large family. The marriage was a done deal between the Jang and Park families, who were in a cold war, each trying to outdo the other in wealth and technology requirements.

The ceremony took place open to relatives with the Ahn, Kwon, Lee, Kim, Miyawaki, Choi, Jo, Kang, Honda, Yabuki, Nakamura, Huh, Hong, Naoi, etc. A large part of the people left their tasks to celebrate the union of Princess Wonyoung and the noble Sunghoon, a couple that attracted attention wherever they went, all eyes were on the angelic beauty of both bride and groom.

A simple and luxurious traditional ceremony, the vows were made and if someone had really paid attention to every word, they would have heard something like 'this is just so there won't be war'. After the wedding, the kingdom celebrated while the royalty had a closed celebration behind the grand gates.

While Wonyoung and Sunghoon were thanking their members, while a lady in a cream dress and corset approached her companion in traditional clothes; your bright smile, your red cheeks due to the low temperature of the night, your pink lips, your delicacy, your innocent and sweet aura. When they arrived close, they bowed and greeted the newlyweds.

"Your Highness." The boy said. "Kim Seon Woo, or rather Sunoo. Member of the Kim family, the main ally of the Jang family. This is my wife, Ahn Y/N. Member of the Ahn family, sub family of the Kims. It is an honor to be here honoring your unity." He ended the presentation with a chuckle.

"No need for so much formality, Sunoo." Sunghoon smiled at the boy.

"I told him, but he's too stubborn!" You replied, the prince shaking his head in denial.

"You guys are so annoying! I rehearsed this for my character to improve. Oh, don't ask me to do anything else either." Kim rolled his eyes, irritated.

"Hey dear." Sunghoon said in a lower tone that brought goosebumps to Kim, who looked at him with red cheeks.

"By the gods, manners!" You warned them. "We're in public." He remembered.

"Manners? Appearances? Whatever you want, your wife is making it clear while she's drying you off, ready to devour you." Sunoo countered.

Your eyebrows raise and focus on Wonyoung, who didn't seem to blink in your direction, his eyes taking in every detail, his mouth slightly open, only stopping when you caught his attention by clearing your throat.

"Princess? I think there's a little drool dripping from your pretty mouth." She warned with a naughty smile, the girl waking up and looking at you, passing her hand over her mouth.

"Sorry, I-I…" She took a deep breath. "She is carrying a fey aura with you"

The princess's speech is confused, not letting you know if it's a question or not, but she was right, you look stunning in that dress, the dress she gave you.

"Thanks, I guess." You smiled. "We can drink and eat a few things, when almost everyone is drunk, or no longer noticing our presence, we can split up and go to our quarters."

"Okay, sure." Sunghoon nodded. "Let's get drinks for the ladies, Sunoo." The prince pulled the boy close to him.

A silence fell between you, before analyzing your princess. Her blue dress with lowered shoulders, leaving her collarbone exposed, her soft white skin asking to be marked, the highlight was the choker with a hanging sun, her beautiful silky hair tied in a black bow.

"Uh-huh. You look beautiful, princess." He praised her, his mouth salivating to stain her skin, but I remember why he wanted to be alone with her.

"Thank you, my love. You too are as beautiful as autumn." Wonyoung smiled, approaching. "Maybe, I should ruin that good girl image and bend you to this floor, fucking you for everyone to see what a slut you are." She swallowed hard at the thought of this, it would be an honor, of course.

"Wony, you shouldn't be thinking about these things right now." Her cheeks were flushed.

"Why not? I could raise him here." She snapped, her stomach starting a familiar burn, you were so vulnerable at the moment.

"I have news to tell you!" You shook your head at the tempting thoughts of your princess.

"Tell me, baby." A shiver ran through her body, leaving it hot.

"Uh- I… I'm pregnant." He whispered to her.

For a moment, the infernal noise of musical instruments stopped for Wonyoung, who let his mouth open in surprise and jumped at you for a warm hug.

"I don't believe!" She shouted excitedly as she was squeezing you. "Really? Y/N, you're not kidding, right?" He pulled away to look into her eyes.

"I'm not. I'm having frequent nausea and I feel sick all of a sudden, I'm sure I do." She replied shyly.

"Sunoo. Does he know?”

"Yes, he was the one who suggested this. He later told Sunghoon, but I wanted to tell you this in person." She looked into his eyes. "We haven't seen each other for a few nights, that's exactly why, but Wonyoung… You know." Her shoulders tightened.

"You should move closer to the palace, or better yet, you guys can start living in the palace!" Jang started to think. "I could take care of you… And our son, or daughter."

You choked on your own saliva, eyes shining next to Wonyoung's, she was just as excited as you. She always said she wanted to raise him, well, she did. Your winter days were completely filled by an insatiable Wonyoung, any time you were alone, she would bend you over and fill you with her cum until it spilled, and the ones that flowed out she pushed with her fingers.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea…” You almost whispered. "Sunoo's family would be suspicious, maybe even accuse me of treason and-"

"Y/N, don't worry about anything. I, in fact, Sunghoon can do it, as Sunoo is your advisor." She grabbed his shoulders, squeezing them to give him confidence.

"Thank you my love." You whispered, giving the princess a gentle, grateful smile.

What you didn't notice was the princess's eyes focusing on the front of you, observing the movements of the guests and servants, a smug smile appeared on her shiny lips before pulling you into the palace corridors.

“Oh, Wonyoung, what are we doing?” She asked stunned by her lover's unexpected movement.

The princess let out a muffled laugh as she continued leading to one of the rooms in the second house of the palace, entering her own room. Unlike her room in the palace, there were only small decorations, a few photos and a small tache that she normally used to rest in the center of the room.

You were pushed inside as Wonyoung closed the sliding door, turning to look at your small, curled up being still standing, looking around. The princess approached her, placing her hands on her shoulders and leaving a kiss on her neck, her hands running down her arms as she tilted her head to make room for the princess's soft, wet kisses.

“W-Wonyoung, what if someone-” The princess kisses behind her ear, sending a shiver down her spine as she turns to face her.

“If you don’t make so much noise, no one will hear us.” She smiled, kissing her lips, painfully slow. “So, shh…” Wonyoung placed his index finger on his lips indicating silence.

One of their hands going down to her waist and the other finding a place behind her head bringing her closer. Their lips collided, their lips moved at a slow speed, feeling each other's softness, their hands finding her waist as she bit her lower lip, making a grunt and giving way for the princess's tongue to enter her mouth. , exploring her warm interior like many other times in the past. Pulling away only when the need for air was absurd, his eyes slowly opening seeing his lover's full and swollen lips, a smug smile appeared on that pretty face.

“I missed you so much…” She whispered close to his lips.

The hands leaving you and going to undo her own dress, the pile at her feet, leaving her with only the fabrics that covered her private parts, the erection trapped between the layers of fabric to hide it.

“On your knees, baby.” Obeying quickly, you didn't want to be punished tonight, you wanted to do everything just to please your princess. "You know what to do." She ran her long fingers along his jaw, reaching his lips and separating them.

You nodded, your hands flying to untie the long fabric holding your prize, throwing it away as Wonyoung's long cock greeted you. The pink tip leaking pre-cum, blowing at the tease making her groan softly, one of Wonyoung's hands flying to her hair and forcing her mouth on his penis, seeing her need, then kissing her tip and licking its length, preparing her. to your mouth.

After his preparation, without warning, he put Wonyoung's dick in his mouth, trying hard to get to where his nose touched his crotch, his eyes filling with tears, trying hard not to choke, his eyes moving up to meet the princess's. between open looking at you, her hand on your head pulling back.

“Take it easy, my love.” She gave you a small smile and grunt when you licked her tip.

“I can handle it, don’t worry.” She assured, giving his dick more licks.

“I know you can handle it, just- Ah! Cum! That’s so-” Wonyoung moaned loudly, holding onto his strands of hair as her head bobbed up and down on his big cock.

His eyes never leaving Wonyoung's face, sometimes taking his dick until it hits his throat, leaving it a few seconds later, coming and going again, in the warm-up, his tongue tracing the veins of her dick, his lover's moans were like music to her ears as he pleased her. The tight grip on her hair and her hand forcing her head was a sign that she was close to cumming with his mouth,

“Fuck baby, I-I’m almost there!” Wonyoung announced, her hips starting to move, hitting the back of his throat until she let out a louder moan and came in her mouth, his loads of cum filling her mouth and she pulled out to release the last loads onto her face, smiling with the mess he made on his face. "So beautiful.."

You got up, running two fingers on her cheek and putting it in her mouth, tasting the princess's taste more, making her moan and pull her into a messy kiss, tasting herself, the princess's big hands reaching for the bow that He caught her corset, releasing it to free herself from her dress. Just as the breeze gently carries away pieces of clothing so delicately, that's how her dress fell at her feet, in a heap only to be pushed aside as Wonyoung's aimless hands passed over her body, whispering, praising every part of her body, savoring his soft, fragrant skin, lovingly marks every part of her bust as he lays down on her.

The current position was something common for you, love comes first, your pleasure comes first, that was the only thing Wonyoung was really dedicated to, that was the first and official part of you, her mess on your face was the preparation. One of her hands going up her leg and grabbing her thigh to separate it, her hot whispers in her ear made her button throb in nothingness, gently taking his tip to her entrance, teasing her until she whimpered for her.

“W-Wonyoung, please.” You groaned, wrapping your arms around her neck and pulling her closer if possible. A smug smile on her lips, waiting for you to give in, so she was the one who gave in, your moan calling out to her, making her melt and push herself inside you, her wet heat welcoming you with open arms, she didn't even pay attention to you pulling the strands of hair on the back of your neck.

Her penetrations were slow and deep, her insides, after so many invasions of her princess's fat cock, still remained tight and hot. “Wow, honey.” Jang gasped. “You’re s-so tight and hot, fuck-” She moaned into his neck, letting out little curses and muffled moans.

“More, Wony. f-faster. Please-” The princess barely had time to finish her request and she intertwined her fingers, hitting you faster, her thrusts were shorter and faster, her free hand stimulating your swollen clitoris asking for attention, the meeting of your bodies filling the room sounds wet, the heated air making their bodies sweat.

Her lips meeting in a messy kiss, Wonyoung trailing your neck to mark you as much as possible, while you moaned together, her hand coming up to caress her breasts, sucking and mistreating them. “Fuck Y/N, I-I’m going to fill you up! Leave her full of me. Just m-mine.” She kisses her mouth, swallowing her moans, feeling her insides squeezing her, making his cum spurt inside her, the stimulation making you come undone with her.

She falls on top of you, trying to catch her breath, she towers over you, kissing your chin until she reaches your lips, whispering politely on your lips: “Get on all fours for me, jagi.” You moved apart to position yourself, knees on the floor as your upper half hugged the pile of fabric from Wonyoung's dress and yours.

Wonyoung's hand wandering down her back until it reached her pert ass, you heard a giggle from your princess. “So obedient and good to me." She praised, if you could look back, you would see Wony's bright eyes as he looked at her body in that state, naked and helpless desperately waiting for his touch.

The princess standing behind you, her fingers playing with your pussy, seeing your cum dripping out, her fingers moving in and out along with your pale fluid, she moaned hearing you grunt. She licked her own fingers, passing it over your pink tip, still leaking fluid, she positioned herself behind, inserting her thick cock inside you, holding your waist firmly, she started slowly, accelerating little by little, until she is bent over you, pounding you from behind like a dog in heat, while they moaned nonstop. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” “W-Wonyoung!” Her nails were scratching the floor, looking for some support.

She pulled away breathing deeply, without stopping her movements, dick hitting her insides repeatedly, Wonyoung grabbing her hair as he wrapped his arms around her waist making her back touch his chest. “Fuck, baby.” She moaned, kissing her neck, your hand sliding down her abdomen and feeling the bulge formed there, letting out a smug giggle at how deep she is in you. "Look love. Look how deep I am inside you! Screw this."

“T-Too much! I will, ugh! I’m going to c-cum!” You screamed, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes, your nails scratching Wonyoung's arm as you bit his lips, eyes rolling back as your orgasm made you see stars, the princess cumming right after you, painting your entire body with white jets. .

The girl laying your head on her shoulder as you breathed heavily, leaving a few kisses as she turned you around, kissing your lips again, your faces close, her eyes shining as she looked at you, your touching her body until a moan left her lips. “Wony…” You whispered, feeling her insert his dick inside her tight hole. “Fuck, so tight.” She kissed you again, distracting you from stretching.

Wonyoung pressing her legs to his chest, thrusting into her hole without stopping, hitting her mercilessly, hitting her thigh leaving her red as he grabbed her, her moans passing through the thin walls of the room, without warning, the princess sticking three fingers in your pussy stimulating you even more, you were so stimulated, on the verge of fainting.

"Cum!" You screamed. “Wonyoung, awesome! Screw this! I can’t take a-anymore!” Fat tears stained her face, screaming curses and incoherent sentences as her orgasm overwhelmed you. A whitish stream splashing on Wonyoung's abdomen, the princess removing her fingers that were stimulating you until she filled your ass with your cum, falling on you.

Your breaths were labored as you were cuddled together, she gently pulling your cock out of you, kissing your face as she praised you for being a good girl and accepting everything she gave you. She moves away a little to get a damp towel to clean you, being stopped by you pulling her back.

"A little more." You whispered as you hugged her, feeling her warmth and fullness. “Okay, just a little more.” She smiled, kissing you.

A comfortable silence enveloped you, until the sound emitted from the other room making your faces burn with embarrassment and a naughty laugh knowing it would make you both laugh a lot. “Looks like someone else is having fun.” Wonyoung laughed as he heard other muffled moans.

[hers-underwraps]

｡𖦹°‧ Some of my thoughts/headcannon's for the main 6 ｡𖦹°‧⭑.

NOTE!!!! : THESE ARE SUPER OUTDATED!!! THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR MONTHS AND I JUST WANTED TO CLEAR IT OUT. SO... there are some of these that are kinda old, I don't necessarily think are that relevant anymore or I've already talked about them on here at some point in time. SO I'M SO SORRY.

I really wanted to start a new list but I also felt guilty about this list just sitting here but I also didn't want to fully fix this list cause it would take a while so that's why I'm posting.

GETTING TO THE POINT, these are probably mid and you've heard them before so this won't be as good as other headcannon posts I've done. I promise I'll do better in the future

With that being said, let's get into it!

(I probably sounded like Barncales in this image typing allat and y'all probs looking at me like shellington)

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Dashi

OMG, SHE'S MY ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE. AHHHHH

Girlie in STEM. I don't feel like she gets the appreciation she deserves for this. Like my girl is out here building whole ass ROBOTS and people are just like yeah whatever.

I think she would've definitely had a hippie phase. She looks like the type to collect crystals. My girl could live out of a van

ALSO, she's definitely got good fitness. She's one of the more athletic of the crew members. - My girl likes her sports what can I say

She has scrapbooks for everyone on the ship. She has personal photo albums with silly selfies (and photos she's taken when they weren't looking)

She would love Sanrio and she would have a few Sanrio-themed clips (she's my melody coded to me)

I also reckon she would've weaselled it into the other crewmates. (I feel like shellington would absolutely love it)

Indian/Australian

If she was religious - Hindu

LOVES detective movies - (Her, shellington and kwazii bond over this) (Sherlock BBC?)

Over analyses everything

Let Tweak dye her hair sometimes (she would do pink skunk hair/pink highlighting)

She used to have long hair. Everyone else on board had shorter hair and eventually, she felt bad so she cut her hair shorter. It's better this way though, it's a lot less maintenance

She's up to date on anything that's trending and probably influences the other with it. (regularly uses words like demure and tweak lowkey wants to dropkick her)

Paints her nails (sometimes the other too)

SURFING PRO - she got into it when she was really young (her love of surfing definitely sparked her love of the sea)

She IS the Lofi girl - she has GOD tier music taste

Coding god helps tweak with programming the gups/ship

When she was younger, she use to troll people online and find their IP, full name, address etc. when they pissed her off (it really refined her skills)

Makes handmade bracelets (kwasi likes to join in he does a really good job )

I forced them to make a group chat so they would just be silly.

Is a legend at national seaographic (outstanding photos)

SHE WILL DO ANYTHING to get her photos, which often puts her a risk (she and kwazii are twinning) sometimes she does outdo him on the reckless scale the ray and the whale episode

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Kwazii

THE SILLY

Ok Just one thing I wanna point out, I feel like a lot of people think of him as some goofy ahh little kid. YES, he is not "as serious" as other crew members but just a reminder he is the LEUITENT. Just because his leadership style isn't oh ho ho ho, I'm macho serious doesn't mean he doesn't know how to take care of his crew or that he is a child. GROWN MEN CAN BE SILLY TOO.

I'm sorry that's just a sore spot

He lowkey reminds me of Jack Twist (I'm so sorry)

He's the second biggest yapper (only losing to shellington) he can keep everyone engaged for hours with his stories

Has a really fast reaction time

Carbeian

My boy would have a NICE tan

I reckon he could speak Spanish

Loves learning new languages with Shelligton so he can decode his ancient stories and mysteries

A very talented artist - he's really good at arts and crafts and loves hanging out with Dashi as an excuse to do it

Despite his typically "impatient" demeanour, he can lock in and do things with intricate detail (ADHD is out to get him)

Loves map-making places they've visited in his free time. (Potential for him and Min to bond?)

Loves singing sea shanties

Would sing in the shower

pretty boy

Look I know he doesn't show it but I reckon he worries about the crew just as much if not more than Barnacles

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Shellington

THE EEPY LITTLE GUY

I love my little brainiac

He reminds me of Ford Pines. I can see him in the get-up (like imagine him in the fit OOO it would look FIRE)

The biggest info dumper. He is the biggest yapper, he loves telling everyone about everything ever.

As a child, he would try to talk to anyone about his interests. I can imagine him calling people on the phone or talking to fishy's. His family would've eventually gone insane, lol.

When he's not bonkers, he's one of the more chill crew members to be around.

His sleep schedule is AWFUL, our little insomniac needs some sleep

Crewmates would come and chill with him in his lab when they couldn't sleep (they might be feeling homesick or just rattled from the week's events) because he's usually up until the wee hours. They often just sit in silence but he's happy just be a comforting presence

FATHER - he is always looking out for the others in his own little way, he has a very caring demeanour and is sometimes the more approachable one (cause he's not AS intense (EXCEPT for when he's in the zone THEN HE's INTENSE)

He LOVES to study with the others. He's erm... PRETTY STUDIOUS and he studies with all the crewmates when they're in the mood

He studies new languages with Kwasi (especially old and forgotten ones) and they will spend HOURS unpacking mysteries

My guy needs to hit the gym - he's kind of unfit (well compared to the others anyway)

THIS GUY IS BANNED FROM THE KITCHEN ( seems like the type of guy to burn a salad)

Very tall, he is the second tallest after Barnacles

Scottish AND PROUD

He also needs glasses

He is VERY accident-prone. He's spilt quote a few chemicals and given himself a few nasty burns( probs has scars from all of them). He's one of Peso's regulars. wrap him in bubble wrap istg

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Peso

OML THIS GUY'S GONNA HAVE A HEART ATTACK

He was SO anxious when he first started. Like he was in charge of taking care of the two most reckless lack of self-preservation guys ever. Every time they would go out on missions he would just be on edge (like omg are these two coming back ALIVE)

Because of this, I reckon he would get mad at those two (easily after bad scares (LIKE THE MANTEES EP). Like it would make him so upset he'd have outbursts - " CAN YOU PLEASE STOP BEING SO FUCKING RECKLESS ALL THE TIME. I CAN'T BRING YOU BACK FROM THE DEAD" - or something along those lines. (They would feel super bad and promise him that they would be more careful (lies))

Spanish (and can speak)

Grew up a really big family, so he finds a lot of comfort in his octo family

Even though he still gets homesick

He facetime his family every week

HE'S NOT JUST SOME TWINK- LIKE AGAIN JUST BECAUSE SOME GUY ISN'T MACHO MACHO DOESN'T MEAN THEY'RE A TWINKY LOSER RAHH

On that note - he's definitely had to improve his fitness to keep up with Kwasi and Barnacles

Sometimes he's cleaning up medbay and he thinks to himself "OMFG, I have the most accident-prone reckless crewmates ever. Honestly, man, I don't know if I can do this" - (when his whole crew got wiped from the snail episode, I know he kept his cool but like when he was alone that night he definitely just pulled a

"Guys, that was not very LIVE, laugh love of you"

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TWEAK

MY GIRL BOSS, MY QUEEN MY IDOL

She definitely has HUGE muscles from all the lifting she does

Naturally has blonde hair (I know a lot of people hc her with brown hair but I've just always personally thought blonde). She constantly dyes it - (Part of me thinks she was bullied for her blonde hair (dumb blonde type of comments) and ever since she hates it. Her natural hair is a sore subject. It used to make her insecure especially because of her field. Although she didn't let it show, the comments about her hair being "too girlie" made her despise it)

Dashi definitely helped her improve her perception of this. Being the kickass she is but also enjoying being feminine helped her get over her insecurity. (She's a little more ok with letting her roots show)

MY QUEEN IN STEM. She graduated with honours. (LIKE MY GIRL IS BUILDING ALL OF THAT, I BEEN SO PROUD OF HER)

She loves watching Matpat (sometimes watches with Shellington)

She loves playing video games

Has God tier Minecraft worlds (she could sell her build designs)

Red stone GOD

Loves wearing bandanas and headbands

She loves her crew so much, (she's worked in hostile work environments before) she loves having free rein and the support

Although she sometimes worries about what would happen to the POD without her (Barnacles knows some of the basics but...)

Camera shy (canon?) (from the volcano one?)

MY GIRL DOESN'T GIVE A FUCK.

She has very little patience and can be very blunt

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Barnacles

OH CAPTAIN MY CAPTAIN

Definitely of Slavic descent. Russian/Ukrainian (can speak) (like I know he's British or whatever but like.... c'mon)

Uber is tall like 6ft+

He's a big guy but super fit. Bro's muscles go insane

Gives the best bear hugs (obviously)

He needs a hug oml

Like zero sense of self-preservation

Would sacrifice himself to save the world ah complex

He reminds me of Raph Rottmnt (2018)

He gets VERY homesick

LET HIM BE REAL PLEASE

I feel like he would be a psychology student if he was going to study anything. LIKE this man CARES about you. (also I reckon he would be like super in psychology he's got some stuff to unpack himself

I know he has his fear of small spaces but also I reckon he has this super duper tiny fear of being alone. He likes being around people but being alone just makes him a little uncomfortable. (when he gets uncomfortable he'll start talking to himself) but generally, he's motivated to get back to his crew that he can preserve and hide it pretty well

I feel like this guy would have his mobile phone super enlarged (like you know when you see middle-aged women and their phones are just like SUPER zoomed in) because he can't see for shit

Needs glasses (doesn't wear them) he should

Sometimes, I reckon he has his moments when he just

Like sometimes he just experiences the horrors

Sometimes he quotes his favourite movies (but they're all super old ) that he thinks are "inspirational" (life is like a box of chocolates ahhh) and the crew is just like huh?

Is an avid enjoyer and user of the minion Facebook memes

*stupid* he can roll a pretty good blunt (stoner Barnacles reference) (he would get stoned which Kwazii)

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So that's it. I hope they weren't too horrendous!

I'm working on a more refined list filled with better headcannons so I hope that will redeem this outdated list!

BYEE

[cabinofimagines]

Netflix & Chills —(Platonic!Everyone xGN!Reader)

A/N: I DID NOT FORGET TO POST I WAS JUST TOO BUSY TODAY OK? -Danny Warnings: None! Words: 615

"...And that's how I found out Lit still lives here," you finish the story while Jason nods beside you solemnly.

"Man, I didn't know Lit wanted to be an active participant, he would've been a great help when we got stuck fighting—"

You shake your head urgently, the last thing you want is to scare everyone by making them think there are killing automatons threatening to get loose.

"So everyone's got their costumes already?" You ask the group to change the subject.

"Oh, I do," Annabeth smiles proudly.

Percy groans. "She doesn't wanna tell me what she planned and I'm honestly kind of offended that she left me out of it this year."

"Must be something big, then. Calypso made it?"

"Nah, she was busy getting the stuff needed to host here," Leo brushes it off.

"Wasn't that your job?"

"My job was the decorations and snacks. She got the entertainment and chairs job."

"So the hardest part."

"Hardly, Calypso works at a summer camp nearby and she made friends with the music teacher, and he's part of a band or something so she already had half her part done the moment she got it."

"Cool," Reyna sighs and stretches. "But I still think you guys won't outdo Camp Jupiter's week-long celebration."

"Well, unfortunately, we're just three people," you raise a brow. "Camp Jupiter had their entire population helping out."

"Can we please not go there again?" Thalia groans. "Let's watch the movie!"

Jason grabs the TV remote and is about to press play when a loud screeching noise comes from the hallway. You sit up stiffly and lock eyes with Leo, listening intently.

"What was that?" Annabeth frowns.

"The piping," Leo lies promptly.

"Maybe. Probably."

"Hey, guys—"

You and Leo scream before realizing it's Lit again, his sword scratching the hard floor while he struggles to hold it under a bunch of huge fluffy pillows. He stops and looks slightly ashamed.

"Sorry. I just came to bring you these for the people that are seated on the floor."

"Ah, thanks, man!" Leo gets up to help him. "Hey, why don't you stay? There's plenty of room in here and we could use some help eating all this food."

Lit hesitates and you pat his arm. "Sorry we screamed, we're watching scary movies and you caught us off guard."

"I keep doing that," he grumbles, then sighs and shrugs. "Yeah, okay, I don't have anything better to do."

You take Leo to the side while Lit settles between Reyna and Jason.

"Dude, we gotta fix this FNAF situation."

Leo stares at you making a face. "How the hell did you manage to pronounce that?"

"Focus!" You snap your fingers. "The killer robots, Leo!"

"Dude, they're trapped," he dismisses your concern. "I'll take care of it after the party."

You would like to urge him to do it before the place is packed with people, especially if mortals are scheduled to come and entertain, but at the same time, you think that saying it will jinx things, and the last thing you want is to make a mess of things.

"Fine," You look at the pitch-dark hallway to your left with concern, knowing somewhere down the path there is a room welded shut with a dozen murderous robots doing gods know what to themselves. You try not to, but the image of them merging and becoming some kind of cursed Voltron passes through your mind.

"It'll be fine, Y/N, don't worry," Leo winks at you, lightly nudging you forward so you sit down again. When you move, you miss Leo's expression of deep unease as he stares down the same hall you were looking into.

[meatball-headache]

I'm in the final zone. (MSQ spoilers like you wouldn't believe)

I mean... on the one hand, this is exactly what we expected. The city of gold.

On the other hand... I mean, the circumstances are just. No one had this on their bingo card. The city of gold, a city of utopian immortals? Okay, they kind of said that from the gecko. The city of gold, another shard? Well, shards are a major part of the overarching story, so, yeah, it's a possibility, and honestly I'm ashamed I didn't think of it myself. Both, and, it's ruled by a kindly FF9 reference who has to slaughter our entire planet to use our souls to fuel her people's, who teamed up with Wuk Lamat's brother, who also tried to slaughter our entire planet, and his own, so he could eat everyone's souls and get strong enough to outdo his dad? I guessed Ketenramm! Ketenramm!

Man, I don't know what else to say. I'll give a more thorough review when I'm done, but, Dawntrail has really impressed me. How can they make us care about these new characters, this new world, after we've spent so long in Eorzea with the Scions? Oh, right, because Ishikawa is in charge and she's got a knack for characters. Every character I liked right away—not as a person, but as a character. From Gulool Ja Ja's beneficence, to Bakool Ja Ja's arrogance, Zoraal Ja's stoicism, Koana's practicality, and Wuk Lamat.

Oh my god. Wuk Lamat might be the best character in the game. She'll ferociously defend her people and thoughtfully consider other options. She's got a heart of gold, a will of iron, and a stomach of watery pudding where you did the recipe wrong and it didn't set right. She loves her family, she strives to understand her enemy, she eats anything and for some reason her stomach does somersaults whenever she's within sight of a vehicle of any kind. She's the most human and most believable character in the game, and it's a game that has been full of excellent characters.

[madara-fate]

I just got back into Naruto and I was wondering. What are your (and everyone thoughts) of the ending/war arc? I feel it was good but tbh I didn't like the introduction of "aliens" or "reincarnations" or that it was only one who wrote the entire story of shinobi. It just felt like this new villain that we just meet, no hints of mythical being who was controlling the cycle of hatred, and it just made it seem like the characters had their destiny written. Naruto and Sasuke, Madara and Tobirama. Making Neji character arc a bit weaken since that was his stance or something he had to learn, that his life is not pre-written or destined. It took away the free will. Made Naruto and Sasuke be God like (literally). And idk I feel I just wanted Sasuke vs Naruto fight not only on what is the right answer of being a shinobi (since the beginning Naruto wanted to change it. That why his promise to Nagato/Pain, Neji, Jinchurikis ext) and Sasuke wanted more control-like charge at least in the beginning when he found out the truth, on how corrupt it is. So maybe a fight about that (almost like Rocky/Creed fight drama plot. What are they fighting for, more than just a outdo eachother power but fight each other views and resolutions.) Or idk a fight more personal and deep than what we got... Because in the end Naruto didn't make the change, at least from what I saw in Boruto, he called himself his childself naive. Still sending kids into the world to fight the same thing that shook him when we saw his first real mission with Team 7 in the beginning of the story and manga. Or that this new being almost made what Orochimaru, Pain, Itachi fight be for nothing due to the pre-written curse of hatred the black Zetsu created or more like Kaguya. It just I saw it like the big evil is Orochimaru/Kabuto, nope, it is Tobi who is Obito (who created the war due to his love for Rin and hatred of Kakashi... So needed something more than that for a War), to nope is Madara, nvm is Black Zetsu, oh no is Kaguya. Now let's Naruto deal with Alien like characters in the end. Oh and about the shipping... even though I am happy with my favs being canon I feel like in the end it got too focused on shipping with everyone (even characters I was like okay why they are together cough cough Choji this is new and didn't saw it coming literally... No hints before like Shikatema). Or strengthen women characters, what are they goals more than chasing after their love interested and being string to catch up to them. Ik it would be too much to cover but maybe Hinata arc would be the Hyuga clan and Neji arc, the drive within that more person without involvement of love alone. What are their philosophy on the x topic?

Ik is long but wanted your thoughts and everyone thoughts. How will you fix it? What would you change. What to keep? Just open conversation with you and everyone. 😊 I am really curious how everyone thinks

I just got back into Naruto and I was wondering. What are your (and everyone thoughts) of the ending/war arc?

The war arc had its moments, but Kaguya should not have been the final boss. Kishi spent hundreds of chapters hyping up Madara to be the final boss, so that's who people wanted to see. But when Kaguya came out of nowhere and usurped his position, there was no hype, there was no excitement. There was only confusion, which soon turned into criticism. Madara was so entertaining, so charismatic, readers knew about him and his history. Conversely, no one had a clue who the fuck Kaguya was or why they should care, and that severely lessened the quality of the final confrontation with her, because there was no reader investment in her as a character.

It just felt like this new villain that we just meet, no hints of mythical being who was controlling the cycle of hatred

Yep, that's essentially what I said regarding how Kaguya just came out of nowhere with no hype or build up, and yet Kishi expected readers to care about who she was. People cared about Madara - he had endeared himself to the readers, Kaguya did not.

It just made it seem like the characters had their destiny written... It took away the free will.

This had been a thing since the Pain arc introduced the whole "Child of Prophecy" angle, so I can't really make this a unique criticism of the War arc when similar themes had been done previously.

And idk I feel I just wanted Sasuke vs Naruto fight not only on what is the right answer of being a shinobi... Or idk a fight more personal and deep than what we got

I don't really have an issue with the themes and incentives behind their final fight, because it is pretty much consistent with what had been points of contention before. As I'm sure you've noticed by now, I like consistency and continuity in storytelling.

Because in the end Naruto didn't make the change, at least from what I saw in Boruto, he called himself his childself naive. Still sending kids into the world to fight the same thing that shook him when we saw his first real mission with Team 7 in the beginning of the story and manga.

Naruto did make changes. I don't want to get into detail here, but I discussed just how unfair it is to criticise Naruto for apparently not having done anything as Hokage during this post and this post, and regarding the whole "sending kids into the world to fight"/child soldiers debacle, I specifically address that and go into a lot of detail proving that point (during the New Generation while Naruto is the Hokage) to be false in this post.

It just I saw it like the big evil is Orochimaru/Kabuto, nope, it is Tobi who is Obito (who created the war due to his love for Rin and hatred of Kakashi... So needed something more than that for a War)

That's not actually the case.

Obito didn't descend into darkness and start the War because of Rin. During his battle with Kakashi (who had a similar assumption), Obito clarifies that he did not start the war just because of what happened between himself, Rin and Kakashi all those years ago:

He explained that his resentment was directed towards the shinobi world itself, for incorporating a system which allowed the situation which took Rin’s life to happen in the first place. That is ultimately what caused Obito to adopt Madara’s “Tsuki no Me” plan, because he wanted to change what he deemed to be the “counterfeit” world, to one which was free from such circumstances.

Oh and about the shipping... even though I am happy with my favs being canon I feel like in the end it got too focused on shipping with everyone (even characters I was like okay why they are together cough cough Choji this is new and didn't saw it coming literally... No hints before like Shikatema).

I don't think the manga focused too much on shipping at all, but I think the fans definitely focused too much on the shipping, and gave the ships far more importance than they actually had.

Or strengthen women characters, what are they goals more than chasing after their love interested and being string to catch up to them.

With this criticism, I'll just stick to the main two female characters who the accusation is usually directed towards.

Sakura's goal wasn't to chase after Sasuke, it was to save him from the darkness.

Hinata's goal wasn't to chase after Naruto, it was to be more like him because she admired him.

Ik is long but wanted your thoughts and everyone thoughts. How will you fix it? What would you change. What to keep? Just open conversation with you and everyone. 😊 I am really curious how everyone thinks

With regards to what I would change or improve from the manga, I go into detail on that topic during this post if you're interested.

[dinrelsanddragons]

ok ok one more muse list: HALLOWEEN COSTUMES

alphabetized

Armok: A half-dragon. He thought it would be hilarious to go as a half stone dragon, up until he realized the wings would be a bitch to make. Luckily, Shanz was willing to assist, and with the aid of the castle seamstresses, created some wire-supported wings for him to wear. He's got fake horns, makeup to turn his skin gray, and everything.

Bryn: A devil. She's got little horns, tiny wings– again provided by Shanz and the castle seamstresses– and a tail added on to her uniform. She thinks it's a good fit, for a particularly fiery and devilish woman.

Erdan: Erdan swapped out his royal guard's cap for a similarly colored wizard hat and called it a day.

Gateni: She wasn't dressing up initially, but some persuasion from her husband and daughter have her in a witch's outfit. She thinks it somewhat fitting, at least. Sareni adores it, and Saryfel couldn't help but point out that Gateni took the opportunity to ask the seamstresses to accentuate certain curves that he knows Hylians are very... attracted to.

Gwyn: Gwyn pulled out a rogue's ensemble from gods-know-where– well, she's not telling her son it used to be her uniform.

Halcyon: Dressed as a kitsune. However, she's keeping a few of her pirate effects, so one supposes she is a mixture of herself and the costume.

Hubert: With great assistance from Shanz and the seamstresses, Hubert has a copy of the Charged set. It's not magic by any means, but he wanted to honor his family's duty to Farosh.

Isaac: He's in the garb of a scarecrow complete with straw sticking out of some seams, and has swapped his halberd for a pitchfork for the moment.

Lambda: She found the nicest dress she could find, which is actually a damn nice backless piece, and she's pretending it's a princess dress when it's... more of a commoner's party piece than anything. Still, she's very excited to show off her rarely visible black dragon tattoo.

Leonard: Tallula put him in a black cat outfit. The joke lies in his complete and utter resignation to going along with everyone else– but on the inside, he's too happy to make his beloved smile.

Link: He didn't want to dress up, but Gwyn pulled out a number of cute outfits, and Raven pitched in his opinion as well, and came up with a green tunic and cap that oddly seem to suit their son perfectly... (hint: legacy tunic)

Lita: Dressed as a flame dragon, sans wings. She's got horns and claws, though.

Thorn: To his dismay, he's matching Leonard as a black cat. It wasn't Lita's idea– he just likes cats a bit, and thought it was nice. He feels like he's walking bad luck sometimes.

Raithyon: Raithyon found a tavern wench's dress and put it on, corset and everything. It actually fits well, leaving plenty of room to breathe, and Pyxrin is more than a little titillated about it. Raithyon looks damn attractive when he's showing off his pecs.

Raven: He wanted to just go in uniform, but Gwyn had another idea– so Raven pulled out some old armor of his from his younger days, donned a black knit mask, and he's a suit of haunted armor. He's very warm in it, though.

Reownha: She initially wanted to match her sister, but Reownha kind of ended up outdoing her. She's in a princess dress– by which the writer means she's wearing a very nice piece that passes for royal fashion, even if it's not made of the same materials.

Rhoam: He's the king, does he need to dress up? But he is, because he can't be a hardass all the time. With some aid from Shanz for design input, Rhoam is currently dressed in ancient Hyrulean fashion, as King Rauru, but over a dark gray tunic and breeches. (Not like a furry, but god knows he's not as young as he used to be, so he can't show off like he may have in his youth.)

Sandalio: He's going as the most frightening thing he's ever encountered: A Hyrulean noble. His friend Reyes is absolutely amused by this.

Shanz: Shanz made his own rendition of the royal guard outfit and it's quite striking– his skills in crochet have really flourished.

Taunch: Taunch has a mask crafted of leather to give the impression of being a full dragon, but on two legs. He had the idea while speaking with Armok, and the two agreed it might be fun to simply trade: A full dragon for a half.

Vair: With extensive assistance from Shanz and the seamstresses, Vair's in the Ember set. He's sweating a fair amount in it, and it's not magical, but his sister insisted.

Valanthe: Valanthe found a goddamn ballgown to put on. She's actually very good-looking in it despite her very striking scar over the right side of her face. She's not afraid of being caught off guard or without weapons, as she's perfectly capable of conjuring her own daggers.

Wulf: Dressed as a wolf. He thinks he's hilarious.

Wynne: With extensive help from Shanz and the tailors, Wynne is garbed in a nonmagical version of the frostbite set. She's a little concerned about showing that much skin, and somewhat envies Vair for being thoroughly covered up– but when he jokingly suggested to switch, she refused, a little flustered. She's honoring Naydra, it would be inappropriate.

[regulus-blacks-lover]

i thought you always knew

summary: three times remus tried to tell sirius he was his and the one time sirius finally understood

contents + warnings: mild swearing, wolfstar fluff followed by heavy wolfstar angst. truly hope you're ready for some pain with this one because writing it was like ripping my heart out okay

2,467 words

based on this post by @regulusblacksworld

1.

“Moony!” Sirius called, grinning at his sandy-haired friend. Remus couldn’t help the smile that formed on his face as a very intoxicated Sirius reached for him. “We won, Moons.” Sirius slurred. “We really won out there today.”

“You played very well.” Remus said.

"I played like a god." Sirius corrected. Remus shook his head, laughing as Sirius threw an arm around his shoulder. "The Gryffindor quidditch cup champions!" Sirius said for the tenth time that night. He was so close to Remus their cheeks were practically pressed together. Sirius smelled of sweat and booze, but Remus didn't mind.

"Oi, McKinnon!" Sirius shouted. "You owe me that drinking game!"

So Remus let Sirius go, watching him wind his way through the crowd to where Marlene waited with a hand on one hip. She was one of the few people who could ever keep up with Sirius's drunken antics, let alone outdo him.

As far as Remus could tell, this particular drinking game involved spinning around very quickly without falling over, with the loser taking a shot every time they fell. Remus could also tell that Sirius was bad at this game.

After only a few rounds, all of which he'd lost, Sirius found his way back to Remus, stumbling every few steps. "Moony, I think I need some air." He said, looking a little green.

“Woah there, I think you do too. Let’s get you outside.” Remus said, ushering his friend out of the hot, noisy house. They were greeted by a cool breeze and the far off sound of frogs. Remus breathed it in, but Sirius barely made it outside before he was hurling into a nearby bush.

Remus hurried to pull his long dark hair away from his face, gathering it back and gently holding it at the nape of Sirius’s neck while his friend caught his breath.

“That was gross. I’m sorry.” Sirius mumbled.

"It's okay." Remus said, and meant it.

“You’re so nice to me, Moony. Why are you always so nice to me?” Sirius asked.

Remus tucked a stray piece of hair behind his friend's ear, knowing Sirius wouldn’t remember any of this come morning. Maybe that was why he let his thumb linger on the corner of the dark-haired boy’s jaw before answering, “Because I care about you, Pads.”

“Why?” Sirius pressed.

“Do I need a reason?”

Sirius looked so taken aback it was as though the idea had never occurred to him. Remus’s heart clenched when he realized that maybe it really hadn’t– maybe Sirius had truly spent his whole life seeing tenderness as something to be exchanged for a price.

It was this thought that made him grip the sleeve of Sirius’s leather jacket and say intently, “I care about you because you are my friend. You are good. You’re funny, and smart, and beautiful, and brave. I care about you because– Well, I just do.”

"Thanks, Moons." Sirius said. After a moment, he asked, “You think I’m beautiful?” He was acting like it was the first time anyone had ever described him that way.

Remus dared a glance at his friend, expecting him to be smirking. He was taken aback to find Sirius looking back at him with wide, uncertain eyes.

Remus cursed his foolish heart for the way it lurched. Cursed himself for speaking so freely. All he said was, "Everyone does."

Sirius huffed out a laugh. "I don't care about what everyone thinks. A strange silence fell between the two friends. “You’re a good person, Moons.” Sirius said quietly after awhile. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

"You know I always will." Remus said quietly.

2.

"Hey, Sirius, I found that necklace you were looking for!" Remus called across the dormitory.

"Oh, did you?" his friend called back from where he was getting ready in the bathroom.

Unsure of what propelled him, Remus found himself crossing the length of the room and tapping the half-open door. Sirius hadn't closed it all the way; he never did, always preferring to talk to his friends whilst getting dressed and brushing his teeth.

Sirius pulled the door open. Remus was all too aware of the blush that spread across his face as he took in the sight of Sirius, shirtless with his pants slightly open and unzipped, revealing the waistband of his plaid boxers. His black hair was piled into a loose knot atop his head, secured by his wand, and an eyeliner pencil protruded from his lips.

Remus was glad Sirius was turning back to look at himself in the mirror, saying as he did so, "I can't get my liner right. Put that necklace on me while I finish, would 'ya?"

"Uhh, m'hm." Remus said weakly. He moved to stand behind Sirius so he could loop the silver chain around his neck.

When he clasped the necklace, he could feel Sirius's skin, warm, so warm, below his fingertips. And for just a moment, his fingertips were against that warmth, adjusting the necklace so the clasp was centered. He looked up to find Sirius's eyes already trained on him in the mirror. Remus felt his entire spine tighten as he held Sirius's gaze. His hands tingled where they'd touched Sirius's neck.

"Thanks Moony." Sirius said. For a moment Remus thought he saw something like desire on his friend's face, but decided he must have imagined it because Sirius was already turning his attention back to his eyeliner. It was all he could do to not stare as Sirius's lips parted, his mouth falling open in concentration.

The silver pawprint charm on his necklace swung slightly as he moved, drawing Remus's attention to where it dangled a few inches below his collarbones.

"Enjoying the view?" Sirius asked. His voice sounded raw, but when Remus hurriedly looked back up at him, that typical lazy Sirius Black smirk was plastered across his face.

Remus followed suit, putting on a stony expression to mask the truth of the matter. "As if." He said, relieved to hear the feigned disinterest carried through in his tone.

3.

It had been a few years since he'd had a full moon this bad, Remus thought as he curled into himself, hugging his knees in the silence of the Shrieking Shack. The change had hurt more than usual this time, and it felt as though he'd been absent from his human body for days. The house was freezing and Remus shivered even as he pulled his cloak tighter around himself.

"Remus?" Sirius's concerned voice echoed in the stairwell. "Where are you?"

"Here. I'm in here." Remus said, forcing the words out through chattering teeth.

Footsteps, then the sound of the door creaking open as Sirius entered. "Fuck. Somehow it's colder in here than it is outside." He said. "Remus?"

Remus looked over to find Sirius lugging in a pile of wood, his chin tucked atop it to keep all of the logs from falling to the ground.

Remus knew he must've looked like shit, the way Sirius's eyes widened slightly upon seeing him. But to his credit, Sirius kept his tone light. "I remembered that there was a manky old fireplace in here. Thought you might be cold– I mean, I didn't think you'd be this cold, but still. Thought we could get a little fire going, warm things up a bit."

Remus could only offer him a shaky nod. Sirius dumped the pile of wood unceremoniously to the floor. Remus closed his eyes, vaguely aware of Sirius using magic to stack the logs in the small fireplace. Even with his eyes closed, Remus could see the room brighten as the fire took hold.

Slowly, very slowly, the room began to warm. Sirius beckoned Remus over to sit beside the fire. He made his way over. When the fire didn't immediately stop his body from shaking, Sirius took his jacket off, draping it around Remus's shoulders. It smelled of him– leather and smoke and something earthy underneath it all.

"Thanks." Remus said, offering Sirius a weak smile before turning to gaze at the flames that flickered inside the fireplace.

"Are you hurt?"

Remus shook his head. "Just tired."

He swore he must have been holding his breath as he felt Sirius place a hand on the side of his head, gently guiding him so he was resting against his shoulder.

"Rest." Sirius said quietly.

As soon as Sirius said it, it was easy for Remus to relax the tense muscles in his shoulders. His eyes fluttered closed as he leaned against Sirius's warm, sturdy figure. "Thank you." He breathed.

"I'm just looking after you the way you always look out for me." Sirius said simply, and Remus could hear the smile in his voice.

4.

"It's just us tonight Moony." Sirius said as soon as he opened the door to find his friend on the doorstep. They were both wearing headbands adorned with antlers, a small Halloween joke they'd planned to play on James.

Remus just grinned at Sirius, reaching out to flick one of his antlers. "I know. Too bad James and Harry are under the weather, but it's their loss, really. Maybe we can take some candy to them tomorrow. For now though, I brought you a present."

"You did, huh?" Sirius asked, cocking his head.

Remus pulled a bottle of firewhiskey from the brown paper sack in his hands.

"So naughty." Sirius said, returning his mischievous smile. He stepped aside to let Remus enter the small apartment. "You know how I get when I drink that stuff."

"I do know, that's why I brought it." Remus countered.

They were only one drink in each when the stag appeared, composed of glowing blue lines and James's panicked voice. "He's coming. I don't know how, but I– Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run!"

And then the patronus vanished.

Remus felt his blood run cold. Sirius had shot to his feet the minute he heard how frantic James sounded. "I have to go– we have to help–" Sirius's face was pale and his eyes darted around the apartment as if there was an answer hiding in a corner. "I'm not the secret keeper, not anymore, who–" Sirius asked, his words tumbling out in a rush.

"Peter." Remus breathed. "It was Peter." It had to have been.

"I'll kill him." Sirius said darkly. "Remus, you go– go get help. Dumbledore, get Dumbledore. He'll listen to you. He's our best chance right now. I'll go to their house, I'll get them away, get them out of there."

"I'm coming with you." Remus said, but even as the words left his mouth he knew Sirius was right. Of the marauders, he'd always been the best at talking to Dumbledore.

"Go. Please." Sirius said, voice desperate.

As soon as Remus nodded, Sirius disapparated with a 'pop'. Remus did the same, his breaths shaky as he appeared outside the gates of Hogwarts. It was Minerva McGonagall who met him in the entrance of the school.

"Remus, what is it, what's happened?" She asked upon seeing his pale face.

"Dumbledore– need to see– Dumbledore." He managed.

Minerva's face was drawn up in concern as she said, "He's not here. He–"

But Remus didn't wait for the rest, merely staggered back down the steps away from the school.

He was too late. He knew it even before he apparated to the Potters' house. Deep down, he'd known it the moment he'd heard the panic in the voice that came from James's stag patronus. But still he went, just to be sure. The door to their house hung open and the acidic taste of dark magic stuck to the very air around him. A strangled cry left him.

Sirius. Sirius. Where was Sirius?

It was the only thought in his mind as he once again disapparated. He found himself on a street he'd never visited before. Something was wrong, he could feel it the moment he looked around. Distantly, he heard the sound of shouting followed by a thunderous crashing sound.

Remus ran toward the noise, not caring for his safety. Not caring anything about anything beyond the name looping in his head, Sirius Sirius Sirius.

He was covered in blood when Remus found him. The fragments of what looked like a finger were grasped tightly in his hand. When he saw Remus standing at the other end of the alleyway, Sirius loosed a short, manic laugh. "I got him. I got him, Moony." His expression was frenzied, glazed by the shock of the night's events.

"Sirius, come with me, right now. Please." Remus said, trying to keep his voice even.

But he was too late. Again. For the second time that night, Remus had failed his friends.

Someone put a hand on Remus's shoulder, pushing him aside. "Out of the way, sir. Stand aside." An official sounding voice said. Remus glanced around. Aurors and ministry workers surrounded the alleyway on either side.

Sirius fell silent as two aurors grabbed him by the arms, pulling him down the alleyway, toward Remus, and toward the awaiting ministry vehicle.

"Please–" Remus said, not really knowing what he was pleading for, or even who the plea was directed at. But he said it again anyway. "Please."

And then Sirius was there, being pulled away. Remus let them take him as far as the curb before he said, "Wait! Please– please, just let me– give me a moment with him. Please."

Sirius was sitting in the backseat of the vehicle, staring straight ahead, looking at nothing. As Remus approached, he noted how badly his friend's hands were trembling.

"Sirius, I'm so sorry. I'm going to fix this, okay? I'll fix this, I promise. Sirius, would you look at me, please?"

Sirius didn't move, just kept staring blankly ahead. Something fractured in Remus's chest. He had to say it. Had to say it in case this was the last time he ever had the chance.

"Sirius, I need you to know. I need to tell you– I'm yours. I've always been yours. Even if– Even if you were never mine, not even for a moment, it's okay. I was always yours."

Something in his words seemed to bring Sirius back to earth, because Remus looked up to find Sirius staring at him, pain and sadness and grief etched across his face. "You were mine?" He whispered, disbelieving.

Remus reached for his hand, their fingertips barely grazing before one of the ministry officials was pulling him backwards. "That's enough." the auror said coldly, eyeing Remus with suspicion before turning to close the door, shutting Sirius inside.

And just like that, Sirius was gone. James was gone. Lily, and Marlene, and the Prewetts, and even Peter– they were all gone.

And Remus was left alone.

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fin.

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[albertfinch]

THE SOUND OF HEAVEN

"When the day of Pentecost came, they were all together in one place." -  Acts 2:1

Pentecost happened at an appointed time, in an appointed place, with an appointed people.

God is still looking for a desperate people who are longing to meet with Him in surrender to His presence, so that He might fill us up with the power of His Spirit and send us out to a world in deep need of His transformational love.

GOD POSITIONS US

"Suddenly a SOUND like the blowing of a violent wind came from Heaven and filled the whole house where they were sitting." -  Acts 2:2

At Pentecost, the sound of Heaven was released on earth with awe-inspiring effects; it must have been an awesome event to witness the wind and the fire from Heaven as it came in fulfilment of the promised gift of the Holy Spirit being given to the Church. We can never outdo God, and the "latter rains" of His glory will come as such a deluge that we will never be able to fully prepare for what is comingyet God expects us to be prepared for blessing and breakthrough by stoking faith, expectation, and exhibiting His love, presence, and power in our hearts.

They saw what seemed to be tongues of fire that separated and came to rest on each one of them. (Acts 2:3)

In this Pentecostal, pre-ordained moment of outpouring, everyone's spiritual eyes were opened to see how Heaven was touching earth. No one was in any doubt that God was on the move!

It is said of the Azusa Street Revival that fire was seen coming down from Heaven to touch the little warehouse where the revival meetings were held, and simultaneously, fire was seen rising up from the roof of the same building. When the fire of God was burning – everyone could see the fire!

AZUSA STREET REVIVAL ACCOUNT

The following extract (from John Lake) vividly recalls a moment of the fire of God burning in Azusa Street:

"When I asked her to describe the Shekinah Glory Fire reported by many, she told her story. She recalled the fire department coming because of a call that the building was on fire. When they arrived, they didn't smell any smoke or see any evidence of fire. She remembered that it was Seymour, Bosworth, Lake, Smith and Sines that ran out.

Sister Carney did go out one time to see the flames for herself. Remember, the fire department had been called on several different occasions, as passers-by would report seeing flames leaping up from the roof of the building. Finally, Sister Carney asked John Lake why the fire department kept coming and looking for the fire. He explained that the fire was coming down from Heaven into the building and fire was going up from the building and meeting the fire coming down. Fascinated, Sister Carney went out, walked about half a block and saw the awesome sight for herself. To her, this divine connection was just further evidence of God's mighty Presence in that place.

Sister Carney noted that although the Shekinah Glory was present all the time within the building, this divine connection wasn't an everyday occurrence. Whenever this connection was present, the power was even more intense within the meeting."

The glory of God is sometimes visible as a cloud or mist (see Exodus 24:16-17). Jesus also spoke about wanting us to see His glory: "Father, I want those you have given Me to be with Me where I am, and to SEE My glory, the glory You have given Me because You loved Me before the creation of the world" (John 17:24).

"They saw what seemed to be tongues of fire that separated and came to rest on each one of them." - Acts 2:3

The fire of God that touched the Believers on the day of Pentecost was a personal encounter with the holy presence of God.  We cannot remain the same when we have met with God in the inner chamber of His heart.  His FIRE consecrates us and sets us apart for His work. His FIRE speaks of holiness and purity, bringing healing and cleansing wherever it comes to rest. His fire is His love, and our hearts melt in the beauty of His presence.

It is said of Messiah, "The mighty man will become tinder and his work a spark; both will burn together, with no one to quench the fire" (Isaiah 1:31).

In the wilderness, the nation of Israel looked differently from all the other nations because of the presence of God with them -- the pillar of fire.  Pentecost was God's fiery kiss of love, searing and sealing His Bride, which moved the pillar of fire from being with us to NOW BEING IN US.

WE ARE CALLED

We, too, are called to a baptism of the Holy Spirit – and FIRE, "I baptise you with water for repentance. But after me will come One whose sandals I am not fit to carry. He will baptise you with the Holy Spirit and with fire" (Matthew 3:11).

Today, may we as God's people posture ourselves with the love of Jesus flowing into and through our hearts adoring Him with all that we are so that He might release a fresh wave of the Holy Spirit and glory FIRE upon – to and through us for the expansion of God's PURPOSE for our lives!

ALBERT FINCH MINISTRY

[lem-20]

Welcome to the team

Summary: Ethan isn't happy about the new addition to the diagnostics team. Set directly after 3.4 (Ethan's POV)

Book/Pairing: Open Heart/ Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Casey Valentine)

Category/Rating: Fluff/Teen

Word Count: <1000

Disclaimer: Characters and some dialogue owned by Pixelberry

Prompts: @wackydrabbles Have you lost your mind? (Will appear in bold)

@choicesmonthlychallenge March Day 18: In Between

A/N: I love that Ethan has become super soft when it comes to MC, but I really miss him being a grumpy bastard, so here's a drabble with him being all moody and cynical 😁

"Please welcome your newest team member!" Bloom announced, gesturing towards the door as a familiar figure entered the room.

"Oh my god..." Casey muttered.

"You!"

"Hello, Ethan. Dr. Tobias Carrick, reporting for duty."

Ethan's eyes flew to Bloom.

"Is this some sort of joke? Him?" he demanded, nodding towards Tobias.

"What exactly is the problem Ethan?" Leland asked, eyes narrowing. "If you had been faster and more efficient, then I wouldn't have had to make the decision for you."

"You planned this. You knew two of those candidates you had me interview weren't suitable. I wouldn't be surprised if you already had him lined up before you poached Baz from the team."

"Excuse me? Are you sure you want to continue down this road of accusations, or are you forgetting who is in charge around here?"

Ethan tried hard to control the anger building inside. But as his eyes darted between the smug smiles on Tobias' and Bloom's faces, he felt as though he was a volcano on the verge of erupting.

Both Casey and Harper remained silent, choosing not to get involved, but as Ethan's gaze flickered towards Casey he noticed that the look on her face was screaming for him to stop talking.

"I can't deal with this right now," he replied, fighting the overwhelming urge he had to tell Leland to shove his job up his ass.

He made his way towards the door, stopping just shy of it.

"Bringing him in is going to destroy this team," he stated, before storming out of the office.

He walked down the corridor not knowing where he was going, but knowing he needed to distance himself from the situation.

The quickening sound of clicking heels behind him told him that Casey was following. He knew she would, well he'd hoped she would. As she caught up with him, he felt her hand grip around his arm.

"Ethan, stop."

Just having her near him was enough to reduce his anger back down to a simmer. But as he turned to face her, he realised she had brought the look she had given him in the office with her.

The usual warmth of her green eyes had been replaced with a piercing stare and the luscious lips that had left a trail of kisses over every inch of his body the night before, were pinched together tightly to complete her disapproving look.

Instead of the calming effect he had become accustomed to, he now felt like a naughty school boy who'd been dragged into the principles office.

"Have you lost your mind? Or are you trying to get fired?" she snapped.

"No, I'm not trying to get fired, which is exactly why I had to walk out. I can't just stand there and accept Bloom bringing Tobias into the team and act like I'm not extremely bothered by it. He's not a good fit Casey."

"I know you and Tobias have a complicated history..."

"You only know some of the story. I feel like Bloom is playing some sick little game, just like he was last year when we first met him. He said then that competition is the father of excellence, but our team has no place for competitiveness. Working together is what makes us succeed. You've seen glimpses of how Tobias works yourself, you've seen how competitive he is. It's all a game to him. He wants to outdo me at every given opportunity and patient care will suffer because of it."

"What about after the attack? He helped then when he really didn't have to."

"I am eternally grateful that everyone came together to help save your life. But it was a high profile case. When it comes to Tobias, cracking that case was going to make him look good, so I'm not surprised he jumped at the chance to get involved."

"Do you really believe he's that selfish? Is there not even a small part of you that thinks he helped because he wanted to do it for you? The man who was once his best friend?"

He thinks for a moment.

"Maybe. But I don't really care what his motive was on that day. All that matters is that you walked out of there."

He felt her wrap her fingers around his, giving them a tight squeeze.

"I don't trust Bloom, or his decisions any more than you do. And if you think I should be wary of Tobias, then I definitely will be. But please don't give them the satisfaction of knowing they have got to you like this. Just try to grit your teeth and get through the next couple of days, see how things go. I know it's going to be hard, but I will be on your side and by your side through all of it."

She placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"Come on let's get back in there."

They walked back to the office hand in hand and found the other three still in the room.

"Feeling better now buddy?"

Ethan felt his anger rising as Tobias flashed him a charming smile, but he forced it back down as he thought of Casey's words.

"Hmm, yes. This was all just a little unexpected."

"Hey, no hard feelings. I'm looking forward to working together again," he replied, with his hand extended.

Ethan looked at his hand then at Bloom who was watching them closely.

"Yes, it's certain to be interesting," he said returning his gaze to Tobias and taking his hand for a single firm shake. "Welcome to the team."

***

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[rootin-tootin-cum-shootin]

Inosuke College AU 

Word count: 1,350

Major: Kinesiology 

Minor: Psychology 

Sports: Judo, Rugby

Clubs: Tanjiro signed him up for a ceramics club, and he goes only to try and one up him (Which is not the point of the club at all smh) but he attends every meeting without fail.

He's that dude that walks into the lecture hall wearing the most outrageous and eye-catching outfits

You just can't help but see him and instantly know what he's like to talk to 

Neon orange athletic shorts with a hawaiian shirt so stereotypical it makes your eyes twitch in displeasure 

Add some burkenstock sandals worn with mismatched socks and you have Inosuke

Just by looking at him you know he is quite the personality to work with

And he is, but he is intelligent and definitely pulls his weight in projects

Will chastise his classmates if they get injured while doing the more active labs 

But he does that while tending to their injuries so you know he cares about their wellbeing

It's quite sweet of him! 

Well it would be if every 3rd word wasn't a swear

That doesn't mean he has terrible grades though.

No he actually does quite well in his courses and there's one simple reason as to why;

he's genuinely hard working 

Which surprises nearly everyone who sees him.

But that only makes him work harder

You see Inosuke decided to actually get an education for the simple reason that everyone assumed he was too stupid to do anything with his life

He originally wanted to do Zoology but then he realized that he has too much energy, which ends up scaring off most animals 

Which defeats the whole "study of animals" part of Zoology 

Of course his Mom was in his corner despite this, really only wanting her son to be happy and find his own success

So he wouldn’t make the same mistakes she did in her youth

Inosuke actually got advice from his mom which helped him settle on Kinesiology as his degree

But once he settled on his degree he was set in stone

His pseudo-step dad offered to pay for his schooling but Inosuke said "I would rather swallow a truck whole than be indebted to you"

And then took out a shit ton of loans to pay for everything 

Which only amused his pseudo-dad and made his mom worry a tad

He manages to work a part time job flipping burgers over the summer which was enough to let him pay for his books and meal plan outright for the first year

And yet despite seeing him bust his ass to be able to go to school people still tried to dissuade him from doing anything further with his life

Which only made him work harder

His whole attitude towards school is "man this sucks but also fuck anyone and anything that tries to make me quit: No You" 

Inosuke even takes pride in the dropped jaws that come from seeing him at the top of his courses

The boy has never once gotten lower than an 80% on an assignment 

He does best in his statistics course simply because both Tanjiro and Zenitsu are also enrolled in that block 

Inosuke is competitive 

In his other courses nobody stirs up that aggressive competitive spirit like Tanjiro and Zenitsu do in their shared Stat course

And with the pair of them around him, Inosuke feels the urge to out do both to the point where he likes to imagine their feelings of inferiority will crush them like a 1 ton block of the densest concrete imaginable 

Inosuke actually made Zenitsu stop breathing from sheer shock and awe when he realized what Inosuke's minor was

Psych is Zenitsu's major (the duo don't share any courses for psychology so they didn't know until then) and it caused Zenitsu to go on a rant to the effect of, " to think that pig headed idiot is doing better than me, that must be a lie! LIAR" 

That rant made Inosuke laugh so hard he fell off the table he was sitting on

He actually bruised a rib because of it

It remains Inosuke's favourite memory of Zenitsu because of this

And he wants to see how else he can make him turn purple with rage 

Hence he often comes up with weird ways to try and express his perceived academic superiority over his friends rivals 

Zenitsu falls for the weird competitive schemes Inosuke comes up with 

Tanjiro decidedly does not, in fact he doesn't really care so long as nobody actually gets hurt

Does that stop Inosuke from trying to outdo him? N o p e

If Tanjiro gets 96% on an assignment Inosuke must get 100% 

What can I say Inosuke is a competitive guy 

And it works for him as motivation 

Maybe a little too well if Inosuke has anything to say about it 

(He was embarrassed bc he got called out publicly at his grad ceremony for not just outstanding academic excellence but by the elderly head of the department for "being the Kinesiology student with the highest grades since the founding of the department" )

The metal he received from the department head totally does not hang on the wall in his mom's house 

Speaking of competitive spirit at school

He trains really hard for both Judo and Rugby

Its a great way for Inosuke to burn off both his aggression towards all the frustrating people he's stuck interacting with and his pent up energy 

Kicking ass just makes his temperament a lot easier to deal with for others and he will use ' sports practice' excuse to leave whatever social situation he doesn't want to be in

He just really likes contact sports okay

And by God is he good at them

Like takes home trophies and metals kinda good

Which also aren't being kept at him mom's house where he definitely doesn't have displayed where she can see them and be proud of him

However due to his tendency to be aggressive with the intensity of interest he has in things

Tanjiro signed Inosuke up for a ceramics class 

He thought that Inosuke would do well with something relaxing to do while still keeping it tactile enough to keep him interested 

It did not go over as well as Tanjiro had hoped

But despite this Inosuke still goes to every single club meet up without fail

Is he good at it? No 

Is Tanjiro? Definitely 

Does that make Inosuke steaming mad? Yep

Inosuke generally sucks at making clay things symmetrical 

So every plate or bowl or vase he makes ends up lopsided 

Inosuke will die before he admits to Tanjiro that he was glad for being signed up after he gave his Mom the successful first mug he made and she smiled brighter than she had in years 

It was bright green with blue and purple childlike butterfly drawings on it and the glaze wasn't spread evenly so it looks a little patchy 

And the handle is proportional too large and thin for the cup itself

But Inosuke's mom loves it more than any other mug in the house

And now every time he goes home to see her and she uses that mug, he finds himself quite happy 

But he will deny it thoroughly. 

All in all he loves getting the chance to go to College 

He may hate the judgy people he's forced to encounter regularly but Inosuke does adore the chance to learn and explore new interests 

Not to mention the people he gets to interact with 

Even if he knows the debt will weigh heavy on his bank account for a long while.

He still thinks it was all worth it.  

[seungstarss]

Ok sei hai its me ur fanboy Lawllll i am here to scream about recall my fav jungwon smau of all time

if yawll havent read the new chapter pls ignore me im gonna spoil and Go crazy

SO I WAS LITERALLY DUMBFOUNDED PRETTY FUCKING DUMBFOUNDED I WENT CRAZY READING THE SCENARIOS GO FROM ONE TO ANOTHER LIKE oh My god

jungwon bae i thought we had Something special. but at the same time i do feel bad for him like all the things he did for yn (Bff blame mrs yang u r CATCHING these fucking hands dont test me bitch) but also i totally get yn's pov since it all seems like a lie to her ... man the both of them went through so much it makes me Feel bad

i love the way u characterize them LIKE words not even anything can express how much u impress and shock me every chapter u write you literally outdo yourself everytime sei no joke

but tbh i dont even know why mrs yang wanted to do that in the first place like damn woman u . Couldve talked it out w out using violence ... Silly goofy mrs yang she really had to push it onto rei too oh my god the pressure... i Genuinely have no comment on yuri just wanted to say shes a crazy lonely psychotic bitch characterized well

please this is a wholeass essay im crying not me working harder on sei essays than the ones in school #fanboying fr

BUT anyway Right as i was saying u literally made me feel every!!!emotion!!! shock, sadness, pity I dont even know anymore sei ^&%*&^%* pls ur just amazing i literally Love everything about your writing and i hope to be as good as u someday

thank you so much for writing recall i cant believe its almost ending,, will miss this so much <3 thank you for writing such good work sei we appreciate it sososo much!! appreciating it to the point i be rereading the chapters before the new one 💢💢 i will miss me looking at ur page everyday when a new update is posted huehue

much love sei!!!

SAI I SAW YOUR REBLOG TAGS AND YOU'RE ACTUALLY GONNA MAKE ME CRY ILYSM 😭😭😭😭💖

But yess jungwon really out here fooling everyone :/// can't really blame him bc it was his mother's set up but at the same time the boy wanted to bring this whole ass fraud to the grave with him 💀 like boy didn't mind this shit ://// but yes, yn's pov is so valid bc what can she even believe now?? She just found out her whole as crush was fooling the quote school :( how does she know he's not fooling around with her too ;_;

UQFAHAG SAI NAURR THANK YOU FOR LOVING MY BS WRITING, I PROMISE I'LL DO BETTER IN THE FUTURE PLS BELIEVE ME QRAHAGA

But yeah Mrs. Yang really did that to rei :"(( like honestly I feel bad for her too bc what was she supposed to do?? I mean it's her father we're talking abt after all 😭 but yeah Yuri insane arc, Mrs. Yang jail arc 💀💀💀💀

Naurr I appreciate YOU SM LIKE 🥺🥺🥺 🥺 and It's finally the weekend tmr so I'm excited to read your won fic hohOho,,, I love the premise sm like??? IT SOUNDS SO GOOD⁉️⁉️🤩 but yess, recall is ending and I hope you'll enjoy it ❗ilyyy

[croatian-nt]

Domo podcast

Alright, I am posting my podcast translations here. Idk how often I’ll be able to post them, but I’ll make sure all 26 of them eventually end up here. So first one had Domagoj Vida and  Ndermin Redžaj (who will be refered as Deki through the text) as first guests. Translation below the cut bc this will be long

Tomislav Pacak, one of two hosts, does an introduction of the podcast and says it will feature each day one player and one member of the staff for 26 days.

Host: Or goal here was to introduce or get to know the players and members of the staff who are part of the team better. I see our first episode, with Domagoj with a physiotherapist Ndermin Redžaj will be fun. Although very challenging for me, a host

 Domo was asked about the end of his season in Beskitas. His was talking about it and at one point he said "of course, we over complicated things for ourselves, the way croatian nt does usually"

Then, Domo and Deki(who is a Domo's physiotherapist) talk about how they know each other for a very long time.

Domo: Yeah Deki is a very good friend and colleague. Along with massaging me, he also cooks very well

Deki: oh Vida cooks even better. He puts us all in the car and takes us to the nearest restaurant

 Host: How does your wife handles the fact that you are in mostly men's company?

Domo: oh, she handles it well. We can also always leave them to handle David for a few hours and we go out alone

 Host: What memories do you associate with your time in Russia in 2018?(directed at Deki)

Domo, cutting in: Bunga, bunga!

Deki, trying not laugh: Well, I definetly remember the atmosphere

 Host: What about you Domagoj?

Domo: Well, for me, I mostly remember what we did in our free time. How we had fun, and most fond memories come from massage room where the whole team often spent a lot of time

 Host: During doček you were hanging from the bus few times right? Who kept you up again?

Domo: oh yeah, I hanged like a ceiling lamp. Suba and coach held me up. But generally, that whole day is one of my most fond memories. Whenever I am at hard point in my life, I turn on doček on youtube and I instantly feel better

Domo: It's weird you know? People still tell me „Thank you" even today as they did on doček

 Host: How was it with all the mixed feelings after the final? Were you all proud immediately after or was there some bitterness at first?

Domo: well, it all depends on people individually. For me, it hit ne hard. We were so close to winning and I was crushed. Everyone kept telling me "keep your head high, we should be proud". It was only after we came back to hotel and started celebrating that the good feelings started to come back

 Host: Alright, first card break. These are which one would you choose

Domo, under his breath: pancakes

Deki: *laughs *

Domo: don't laugh at me dragi! Don't. Oh *looks at first card * you should have pulled out this one. Beer or wine?

Deki: depends on a moment

Host: okay what about...after the win against England? Deki: beer. Definitely beer

Deki, to Domo: sand or pebbles(on a beach)

Domo: sand. I don't like pebbles. They hurt my-

*He cuts himself off, everyone laughs*

Domo: ...my feet

 Deki: Batman or Superman? Domo: what was the first again?

Deki: Batman

Domo: *burts out laughing * there are cameras here!

*both laughing *

Domo: inaudible from laughter in the mouth

Domo, finally stops laughing, makes a straight face: Superman

Domo: just because of...you know *laughs again *

Deki: okay, okay, yeah

 Deki: burek or ćevapi

Domo: ooof. ćevapi. I am sick of burek from Istambul, I eat it every third day.

 Host: Pick three cards in which you'll choose one of your teammate

Domo: Livaković *pointing at something off camera *

Host, turning around: I see he came to watch since it's turn tomorrow

Domo: yeah, he came to watch me break the ice. Watch and learn son, watch and learn

Domo, to Deki: which teammate would you let change your tire

Deki: Livakovic

*all laugh *

Livi, off the camera: you won't go far!

Domo: it's because you have golden hands

 Deki: which teammate would you choose for a partner in show potjera(hunt)?

(So in the show, there are 4 people who signed up to be there and they form a team. They need to go through three challenges to leave with money, and "the hunter", has to try and catch them by answering more questions than them. It's a bit more complicated than that but that's the gist of it)

Domo: Badelj

Deki: which teammate would you let cook you dinner?

Domo: ufff. I don't think anyone here know how to. Hmmm *thinking for thirty seconds *

Deki: Kale, maybe?(Kalinic in case someone doesn't understand our dumb nicknames)

Domo: no, he has good prosciutto, but that isn't cooking

Deki: Sluga?

Domo: Sluga! Yes, he is good!

 Domo: who would you trust with a secret?

Deki: Domagoj Vida

Domo: that-that's. Well. I guess you don't have many of them

 Deki: who would you choose for business partner

*they make eye contact and burst out laughing *

Deki: he isn't here!

Domo, still laughing: Lovren then!

 Host: one of the players you worked with privately, even outside of national team is Mario Mandzukic. He is very popular but he has this sort of untouchable image. How is he in his private life?

Deki: he is only like that in public. He is like the rest of the team. For me, they are firstly good people, and only then good players

Deki: we all know what Mario is like. He seems like he is no good but he is actually a very good man(direct translation is he is a soul of a man which is a term used in croatian)

Domo, in a bit silly voice: soul

Domo: a good man but...no I am kidding. He is a good man and we miss him here in nt. I think he retired too early but it was his choice and we respect it. The two of us(he and Deki he means) used to spend time with him more than the others and he is truly a great man. And he is always ready to help, not just those he is on good terms with but everyone

 Host: you said yourself massage room is very important in national team. Is it the same in your club as well?

Domo: well no, not as far as I noticed. People from foreign countries have different rituals, but I noticed this is very important to people from balkan. It's very important for atmosphere. After training and all the activities for the day are done, 10 or so of us guys will gather there for massage and since you go in one by one as you wait there will be fun and joking around and stuff like that. So that's very important for atmosphere, which we saw in Russia how important that can be

 Host: round three of cards with questions

Deki: what's your favorite part of a training

Host, jokingly: it isn't the breaks?

Domo: ufff. So, I like the most when a day before the actual game, older play against younger and it's the very end of the game. With centre shots between two people

 Deki: Favorite jersey?

Host: That isn't Croatian

Domo: Beskitas. Of course

 Deki: favorite club when you were a child?

Domo: Barcelona

 Host: Domo, you are nt's dj from what I heard

Domo: I suppose-

Host: so, what music do you play before and after games and what in the bus?

Domo: well, mostly narodni radio. But I mostly gave up that role to others now. To Šime Vrsaljko, and there was Jedvaj before, too

Domo: and I think during this time we'll get Livaković to do it too. He is young and he will have a long career in nt, so we should teach him how it's done

Host: you already answered this for UEFA, but I was wondering if you could repeat it. Who is the best dancer, singer etc of the team?

Domo: I am not sure I remember what I said

Host: I can remind you. You said Livakovic is the best dancer

Domo: oh, yes, true! He is the best dance he has these moves *moves side to side with hands and body * and does everything with his hips

Host: And the best singer?

Domo: there is no best singer. We sing the best all together

 Host: Do you still watches Osijek games? Since it was your first club

Domo: yeah, of course. I am glad to see they are doing well. I also watch Dinamo games since I have friend-

Host, half laughing: Livakovic?

Domo, grinning: Livakovic, our dear octopus, and Bruno and Orša...

Domo: but I'd like them to slow down a bit, leave something for Osijek you guys. Although they have been very good this year too

 Host: Last card break. It's „who in the national team...“

Deki: Who gets mad the fastest?

Domo: Broz. But he also stop being angry the fastest

 Deki: Who is the best at public speaking?

Domo: oh, coach, definitely. But from players, Badelj

 Host: so which clubs and players do you love to watch and some maybe that you used to love to watch before?

Deki: well I used to love watching Milan during Boban's time. Today, I love watching Real Madrid. And for players Luka of course. Benzema-

Domo: oh god

 Host: so how is now with Corluka being a coach when he was your teammate only a short while ago?

Domo: well, it's only the first day so we didn't have much time to talk. It's a bit weird with Carli being a joker and a gentlmen both in one. We are used to joking around but during training now that isn't the case because he is the coach and he should be treated as such. After it though, we can relax a bit more and talk

 Host: that's all guys, thank you for this and thank you for breaking the ice in this show. Although you put the bar pretty high, I guess we'll see tomorrow if Livakovic can outdo you

Domo: I am sure he will, you'll have two goalies tomorrow

[secretagentspydetectiveninja]

ALRIGHT, HERE WE ARE, VERY CLOSE NOW

hhhhhhhhhhhh i'm so nervous for this vault, i mean i'm excited too but then i remember what happened in the last vault and i'm like oh god. i hope they don't try to outdo that because it was a LOT

(spoilers)

last time poor yeet dabson, in very quick succession:

got attacked by a fierce dragon that incapacitated all his friends and he had to fight it off singlehandedly

got betrayed by the person who'd been mentoring him and teaching him for a whole year and who he looked up to because she turned out to be evil, didn't care about him and was only using him the whole time, and wanted to get rid of him and his friends now that they'd outlived their usefulness, AND ALSO revealed that she'd left yeet's brother alone to suffer essentially a fate worse than death FOR LITERAL YEARS and knew where he was the whole time and didn't tell anyone

(i'll never be over the "dragon bait" comment... imagine pretending to adopt a bunch of kids and planning the whole time to feed them to a dragon?)

had to watch as his friend got tortured almost to death and couldn't even do anything about it as hard as he tried and it's still the scariest fucking thing that's happened in this game so far hands down

barely escaped being killed and now has a very dangerous enemy on the loose who has it in for him and everyone he cares about

reunited with his brother at long last, for all of about 60 seconds before the dude just LEFT HIM and teleported away again into almost certain danger with no clues as to where he'd gone or when they'd next meet again -- literally JUST after reuniting after YEARS of yeet not even knowing if his brother was ALIVE or not, and literally immediately after all the very traumatic stuff yeet had just gone through and was still reeling from

and then after all of this everyone was clearly showing signs of PTSD and their mental health still hasn't properly recovered from all this

SO YEAH I'M UHH PRETTY NERVOUS FOR THIS NEXT VAULT?? PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF YEET?

[whiskey-dreams-and-lullabies]

The words scrawled on the paper in front of him blurred, his handwriting shaky, hastily written as his ears listened to the now familiar sounds outside. Grunts, groans, growls, fingers dragging along wood and glass. They knew he was in here, could smell him, his sweat, his blood, the sounds the walkie made, static bursts now and then,maybe even his desperation.

But he didn't care.

Not even a little bit.

The small cabin was isolated, and it was currently surrounded by the undead, at first only a few, but more and more drawn by the second. He hadn't checked in over an hour, but he could tell by the sound. Once fairly quiet, now maddening, a low roar as they fought to be the first in.

But, he didn't move from his seat at the old table. His pen kept moving rapidly as he wrote. Wrote everything. Thoughts. Fears. Resolutions. Resignations. Thoughts coming faster than he could write. Two pages full of the things he couldn't say, didn't dare speak out loud. Things no one would ever read, a manifest to be lost until some other lost soul stumbled across this place in the future. And even then, the words wouldn't make sense, the names within would mean nothing.

They may try to picture Judith or Carl, laugh at the name Jesus, assuming the author was some deranged religious nut, wonder about Negan. But, they wouldn't understand the desperation in his words, the hurt, the loss. After all, it wasn't written for them, or about them. It was written only for himself, in these moments, maybe his last moments on this earth. And he was oddly okay with that. At least he'd written it all down.

And with each word scrawled out, images flooded his mind's eye, memories, voices, the moments that made him, him.

Voices so vivid, his eyes lifted at times to search shadowy corners for the source, shaking his head before returning to his writing. Every few minutes, he brushed at the steady stream of blood that dripped into his eye from a head wound, ignoring completely the stitching that had torn in his side. Maybe he should be more worried about his injuries than the paper, but he wasn't. That was secondary. The pain an annoyance, but something he was used to. He wouldn't bleed to death here, the bullet wound hardly that serious after days with stitches, the head wound a long cut that would too heal. After all, head wounds bled the most. He hadn't passed out, and although touching it sent waves of pain through him, it wasn't fatal. He'd had worse. He'd survived worse.

But, he had to take a break, his fingers cramping up, wrist tired, eyes exhausted. Maybe curl up on the small for in the corner and get some sleep, or at least rest for a bit before continuing.

The sound the chair made as he shoved himself away from the table riled up the walkers outside, made them louder, more insistent on getting in. On feeding. His gun, his prized weapon that had been by his side for so long sat on the table, four bullets remaining, out of reach. Three to use on the undead, the last, as always, saved for himself. His axe laying out as well. Ignored much as the gun was.

Instead of laying down, he moved to the nearest window and looked out, meeting the dead eyes of a walker stationed there, rotted teeth clacking together as if he could taste Rick through the window. And, as had been happening all day, a loud voice in his mind, a baby voice. The ‘Daddy!’ that had him turning, half expecting to see Judith, eyes lit up, bright smile as she ran to him, blonde curls dancing across her shoulders. But of course she wasn't there, he was alone, well he had plenty of company, just not the kind you'd invite to Sunday brunch.

“What the fuck, Rick?”

The annoyance in that voice, how done he sounded. Rick turned, an empty room, but he answered quietly regardless.

“Stop glaring, asshole,” as if Negan could hear him. As if he was really standing here judging him like that for getting himself in this predicament in the middle of nowhere. “How much ya wanna bet I can make it out in one piece?”

He could easily imagine the look that would earn him, Negan wanting to forbid him from trying, but definitely knowing better than to say the word ‘'can't” around him. Could see him rolling his eyes, barely holding in the anger, reminding him, ‘'This is why I shot your dumbass’ once more. It almost brought a smile to his face.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah” he muttered quietly, the imaginary Negan crumbling away and giving form to Jesus who was by far much more judgemental than Negan and much more wordy about it.

“Always gotta play the hero. Stupid ass” with that look. That look Rick hated so much because it was full of disappointment, as if Rick had let him down, which he seemed to do a lot of to a lot of people.

Everyone expected so much from him.

Be the perfect father.

Raise her right.

Be the perfect leader who solved everyone's problems.

Fix it Rick, we have no food, no supplies, you're the leader, fix it! We need you. We're counting on you.

The perfect mediator.

The problem solver.

And of course, the perfect husband.

Stop pissing him off.

You're a failure, Rick.

Can't do anything right for anyone.

Fuck your pride.

The expectations were too much, people needed too much. He was one guy. One fucking guy who everyone depended on. All issues were his fault, every problem rested on his shoulders. “If only you'd..then this wouldn't have happened, Rick”

Story of his life. Pressures mounting, everyone placing him into a neat box where he was expected to stay.

His life was no longer his, belonged to other's, and he was simply the good little soldier.

“You're the leader Rick, it's your job to provide for these people.”

Which is how he'd come to be here in this god forsaken little cabin in the middle of nowhere. Alone and clearly outnumbered.

Because he was the leader.

It was his job. And no one could be bothered to help, everyone scared to make runs anymore, eyes looking anywhere but at him. No one giving a fuck. No one sitting at home worried about him even though he'd been gone for hours. Probably already written off as dead with a new leader being nominated as he paced. Fair though.

The chances of him leaving this cabin were slim to none.

So, he returned to writing. Wrote it all. The city, the farm, the prison, Terminus, the people, the friends, the foes, the kids, the triumphs and the heartbreak. Why leave anything out. Page after page after page until he reached the last one finally. One final blank page to be filled. One last memory.. He would leave nothing out. A final story.

A story that was both tragedy and comedy, heartbreaking and hopeful. A story that ended in one fateful decision, a single gunshot that would echo for decades in those that remembered. The aftermath leading him here, to this place, alone, writing his heart out. Destiny finally played out maybe, the only way their story could end. After all, they weren't meant to be, polar opposites, yet exactly alike. The extreme of both sides of the same coin. One cocky and over confident, the other broken and stubborn. How many ways could a story like theirs end?

Only with one dead. The other the victor in the little games they played. Drawn to each other for all the differences, the flaws. Each determined to be the better, to outdo the other, to prove they were in charge. Hatefully reminding the other how insignificant the other was, yet unable to go their separate ways. Tearing each other down to build themselves up, refusing to cave. Except for once. One night that for most would have changed everything, but for them only drove a deeper wedge.

Too many unresolved issues and the more he wrote, the more regrets he had. The list of things they'd done wrong only grew. And he wrote it all. Unbiased, harsh words leaving behind their truth, a truth they'd never acknowledge to anyone let alone themselves.

And finally, finally he was done. Papers spread all over the table, his legacy, his story through his eyes. He put them in a neat pile, these blood stained papers stacked neatly, ready and waiting for the next fool to stumble across this cabin in the future. Maybe someone someday would read them, would understand his words. Maybe they'd imagine the people contained within and would feel for them, feel their pain and their joy. He doubted it. But, he felt lighter, he'd gotten it all out and was no longer holding everything inside.

Now he was ready.

Injured and all, he was finally ready.

It was time to go home.

Standing, he stretched out aching muscles, loosening up before holstering his treasured gun, checking the rounds a final time before doing so. A slightly crooked grin grew as he readied himself, kneeling to tighten his boots, lifting his shirt to check his side.

Axe gripped tightly, the familiar weight oddly comforting, and last but not least, the walkie tucked safely away, turned off for the moment, silenced. He wouldn't need that right now, he could turn it on if he survived, and if he didn't, well, it wouldn't much matter anyway.

Drawing a slow breath, he headed for the door, a brazen move he knew, but a necessary one. He wasn't one to back down after all.

Holding the doorknob, he bowed his head sending a useless prayer to a God he didn't even believe in, it was more for himself anyway, then yanked the door open.

His eyes squinted in the bright sunlight, momentarily blinding him, leaving him vulnerable for a split second before focusing. A confident grin forming as he eyed the walking closing in from every direction, the smell nauseating, far more than he could fight, all eyes on him.

As he liked.

“Here we go” he murmured before stepping outside, the door pulled shut behind him, his legacy neatly waiting for the next chapter to be written.

#RickGrimesAU