#hes sooooooo honorable and hes not handsome but hes SO handsome and hes such a good swordsman of noble lineage........

[epsilonics]

Lysander: [has a crush on Cassius]

Lysander: [has a crush on Seraphina]

Lysander: [sees Diomedes, a 50-50 mix of Cassius and Seraphina] holy fuck --

[absurdthirst]

Ok I got a weird one for ya…..

Which of the P boys would be a sperm donor?

What if their female friend wanted a child or she’s flipping through a sperm donor book and stumbles across a Prince from Dorne or a handsome DEA agent but can she resist the cute pilot?

Who Would Be A Sperm Donor:

**Female Reader

Javier Peña: Hell no. Not at all. Never. He was lucky that he had managed to never knock anyone up, he would never donate sperm for a child he would not be involved with.

Ezra: Shocked you would want his sperm. Questions if you understand that he will not be around to help you with this child. He's willing to give you his seed, but then disappears on the first freighter out of the system. What do you do with the doctors and his sperm is up to you. He's already spent the credits you gave him.

The Mandalorian: Is against it at first. Reminds you that he is a bounty hunter with a youngling he has adopted, he won't be able to help you out with a child. Eventually comes around to it. Gets you pregnant the old fashioned way and never leaves again. Well, he does - but he always comes back.

Pero Tovar: Food, a bed and a hot cunt? Pero is surprised that you are so wanting a child you are willing to have his bastard. Can be talked into it with a few cups of beer and flashing your tits at him. Surprised Pikachu face when he comes back next winter and there is a child there. Ends up staying in the village and raising the boy with you.

Agent Whiskey: NO. Absolutely not. After his wife and baby boy died, Jack got the snip. There are no babies in his future.

Frankie Morales: You have to talk Frankie into this. Yes, he would have to admit that he has also give a sperm sample when he was young and dumb. Later on, he tried to withdraw the right to use it - but it had already been used. Now he has to wonder if there is a little Morales out there that he doesn't know of and he doesn't know if he can do it again. Eventually he comes around and feels a little awkward when it comes to giving the sample and listening to what they will do to you to give you that baby you want. Quietly inquires if he could give the baby any of his benefits.

Dave York: Dave donated when he was younger. Probably still at the sperm bank, but he was young and about to deploy for the first time. He had wondered what would happen if he died, so he had gone down and donated his sperm. If you want that, he can show you which clinic, or he can give you a fresh sample but Carol can never find out.

Oberyn Martell: Done. Is there really any question? You want a child and he would love to bed you. But you will raise his child in the shades of the Water Gardens and they will become another one of his beloved Sand Snakes.

Marcus Pike: VERY conflicted. He would love to help you out, but he's also had a lot of dreams of having his own children. Children that he has a very hands on approach to raising. Honestly, he's turning you down. Not because he isn't sympathetic, but there is no way he can have a child out there that he's not in their life.

Max Phillips: Sure! Let's do this! It has to be the old fashioned way though. And does it matter that his sperm is technically dead?

Marcus Moreno: He's had sooooooo many requests for this. Do you know how many people want to have a Heroic's baby? Thinking that it would increase their chances of the child having Heroic abilities, the requests can sometimes be overwhelming. He will have to turn you down. His answer is always no.

Max Lord: Sure. If you invest in Black Gold, Inc.

Zach Wellison: Reluctantly admits that he's donated before. He got paid for each donation, so.....yeah. There was a time where he was donating blood, plasma and sperm to trying to survive. A little ashamed of it, but he did what he had to do. If you want a kid, he'll do it again, you've been a great friend to him.

Javi Gutierrez: Surprised. Honored. A little scared of the idea. You have to very thoroughly explain everything to him and he will go with you to a doctor's appointment to get even more information. A little sad that he wouldn't have any rights to the child unless you agree. Eventually decides that he will do it. Anything for the woman he secretly loves.

Dieter Bravo: Are you trying to shake him down for money? To get child support from an Oscar winner? He is squinting at you suspiciously before he asks if you want to do a line of Coke with him.

Tim Rockford: He studies the idea like he would a case. Digging into the information and talking to people who have used sperm donors and the donors themselves. Eventually decides that he will do it for you. But then he misses every damn appointment for the donation because he was working on a case.

Joel Miller: Pre-Outbreak Joel would think that you are joking. Laughing at your suggestion until he realizes that you aren't laughing with him. Asking why him. Why would you want him to give you a baby? Talks about it with Sarah and only turns you down because she would have different expectations of having a sibling than what you would want. Post-Outbreak Joel would think that you have lost your fucking mind. Good luck ever getting in his pants now that he knows you want a kid in this godforsaken timeline.

Marcus Acacius: You want his seed? He is unsure of this, because he knows that he will fall in battle at any time, but he knows that you will be able to take care of a child. Plus, he will be able to spend a good amount of time in your bed, taking those memories with him when he leaves on his next campaign of the glory of Rome.

[theunnieteume]

I made this one recently hehe

Yoshi - New neighbor pt.1

-drabble-

“I think I’m gonna go home now, it’s getting kind of late” I say to my mom before briefly standing up from my chair to face our new neighbor, taking a bow. “Thank you for dinner, Mrs. Kanemoto” “Oh, okay honey.”My mom replies shortly after. Walking off not far from the door I hear her say something I didn’t like. “Wait Y/N why don’t you go spend time with Mrs. Kanemoto’s son?” Mom what the- “I too think that would be a good opportunity for them to get to know each other” Mrs. Kanemoto then pleasantly agrees. God. Please. No. I froze on my tracks and try to give the best excuse I could find at the moment “ I-uhm….still have ho-homework to do-that’s right-homework hehe” I say stuttering and I curse myself for not sounding convincing enough. “Aren’t you guys on a semestrial break this week tho?” Sheesh mom can’t you get a hint? What am I supposed to do with Yoshi? He probably doesn’t even know I exist in this world! “I think Yoshi is upstairs, why don’t you go ahead and play some video games with him!” “Oh that’s a great idea!” Aish these two…We’re not children anymore video games, really?? I reply with a short “ok” sighing in defeat as I walk up the flight of stairs.

I start to contemplate every possible way to not face Yoshi and his handsome face. Don’t get me wrong, I know Yoshi and he’s a nice guy. But we’re like soOoOOOO different from each other, worlds apart one would say. He’s the typical cool/ popular kid of the school. While I’m just your average school girl…and I’m NOT saying I am boring and “not like other girls” I have a circle of friends that are all girls so don’t come at me. All I’m saying is that naturally there are those kind of groups in school. And popularity wise, Yoshi is one of those people that will come to your mind. He’s never dated anyone before tho, for a while I thought he was gay but I guess not all boys my age like the idea of dating. Thinking too deeply I hadn’t noticed I was just blankly staring at his bedroom door standing at least a foot from it my heart starts to pace faster than usual. Ok, so maybe I have had a little crush on this dude for a while now…but I am for sure as hell never gonna confess that to him. He’s handsome as heck. I mean have you seen the man? He’s yards away from my league, the man is a masterpiece. Who wouldn’t fall for him? My feelings probably started to grow for him naturally especially when I see him at school from time to time. Of course I’m probably just infatuated by his looks. I thought it’d get over it easily…But recently I found out his family moved into my neighborhood specifically right beside our house, which does not help in stopping the feelings I already have for him, Yoshi’s mom invited me and my mom over for dinner, so now I’m being forced to spend time with him-well forced would be a little bit of an overstatement but- *thud* a sound was suddenly heard disrupting my thoughts seemingly coming from the other side of the door. Yoshi’s room. I inch closer to the source of the sound, putting my ear against the door to hear better, curiously waiting if I should be concerned or just wait it off. All of a sudden, the door swings open. Caught off guard I instinctively flinched from the action. And there he stood. Yoshi… ahh looking at him this close in person is definitely an honor TT.

I instinctively back away when the door swung open and He looked just as surprised as I was, probably wondering what this random person is doing standing in front of his room “I-“ I was about to defend myself and say I wasn’t a pervert eavesdropping on his room but he pulls me inside the room. Closing the door behind me as he lightly pushes me up on the wall. The words I had in my mind now gone as I stare at him, his face, his eyes. Damnn, his nose, his lips and that little mole a little below it, and in a second I was in a trance, I took a quick glance at his bedroom , which was quite neat, didn’t think he’d be an organized type of person , though I don’t know him well enough to judge and as I took a breath the scent of his room fills my senses ahh his room smells nice-what am I saying!

“Hi”

[c-e-d-dreamer]

loved your nessian enchanted drabble but what about a "you made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter" because that is SOOOOOOO nessian

Thank you so much for sending (and for loving my Enchanted drabble. It was so fun to write)! Mine is such a great song, and Speak Now if my fave TS album, so absolutely love this prompt. I sort of took the lyric literally, aka careless father, careful daughter, and becoming a rebel. I also used it as an excuse to do a sort of royal/medieval-esque AU which I've always wanted to write. So I hope you enjoy! :)

The hall is quiet, the only sound the clatter and scape of utensils against porcelain plates. Nesta can’t help but cast a sidelong glance at her sisters as she takes another bite of her dinner, Feyre briefly meeting her eyes. They both look over toward their father, settled at the head of the table, but his focus is on the sets of parchment he’s currently reading. 

“Father,” Feyre finally broaches after another minute of silence. “How were your meetings earlier today?” 

Their father looks up then, but his eyes fall on Nesta rather than Feyre. The impassive look painted across his face has Nesta’s breath hitching in her lungs, her fork stilled halfway to her mouth. She swallows hard as she sets her fork down, folding her hands neatly in her lap as she turns to meet her father’s gaze. She makes sure to keep her shoulders back, spine a strong line of steel and chin held high, even as her heart begins to lurch to a thundering beat deep within her ribs. 

“Lord Mandray met with me today,” their father begins. “It seems his son is quite fond of you, Nesta.” 

Nesta doesn’t miss the way that Elain tenses slightly beside her or the quiet ‘no’ that Feyre whispers under her breath. Nesta tries to breathe through the feeling brewing deep in her gut, like a forest of thorns growing and circling tightly around her, sinking those thorns in deep and flooding her veins with a dark, twisted sort of dread. Everyone knows about the Mandray family. It’s one of the worst kept secrets after all. 

“Father, you can’t be so careless,” Feyre speaks up, but the hard look their father turns on her has Nesta’s youngest sister dropping her eyes. 

“Lord Mandray has offered a very handsome sum. Only a fool would reject such an offer.” 

Nesta can see another argument forming across Feyre’s face, so she cuts in before her sister can make a mistake she'll regret. “I would be honored, Father. Thank you.” 

Feyre shoots Nesta a wide eyed look, but Nesta ignores it, keeps her features schooled as their father nods appreciatively to her. With a deep breath, Nesta turns back to her meal, but she finds she doesn’t have much of an appetite anymore. Instead, she pushes the food around her plate until it’s time to retire back to her room. 

Nesta feels like she’s walking through a fog as her lady maids help her prepare for bed. Like she’s watching her whole life unfold before her through a mirror. She can see her whole future in front of her, but it’s through the lens of murky glass and all Nesta can do is bang against it with silent screams. 

With a soft sigh, Nesta settles at her vanity, pulling a brush through her hair. She startles when she hears the door to the servant’s stairs opening, swinging around in confusion. There, peeking his head around the door with a soft, tentative smile is Cassian. His eyes dart around the room, and once he realizes there’s no one else in the room, he steps inside fully, closing the door behind him. 

Nesta takes in Cassian’s trousers and tunic, the jacket he has pulled on. She knows these are the clothes he considers his ‘nice’ ones, but Nesta isn't’ quite sure what warrants them. It looks like he's run a brush through his hair, although nervous fingers have definitely re-tangled some of the strands. Nesta meets Cassian’s hazel eyes, and there’s something swimming amongst those swirls of green and gold flecks, an emotion she can’t quite put her finger on as they flicker in the lowlights of the candles. 

“I hear congratulations are in order,” Cassian says, stepping forward and settling beside Nesta on the bench in front of her vanity. 

“It seems news travels fast.” 

“As does news about the Mandray family. I’m sure you’ve heard what their household is like.” 

“Yes, well, not much I can do about that,” Nesta sighs softly, turning back to the mirror and braiding her hair back so she can sleep comfortably. 

“You can decline the proposal,” Cassian offers, and Nesta meets his eyes in the mirror at his words. That emotion from before is back in them, and they’re so intense as they stare back at her. 

“You make it sound so simple. But it is not. I need to be careful.” 

“You could run away.” 

Cassian leans forward, taking Nesta’s hands in his own, and Nesta’s focus snaps down to the contact. His hands have always been so much larger than hers, fully enveloping hers with just a curl of his fingers. They’re calloused from his work, but so warm, so grounding in their strength. Nesta can’t help but think about the first time Cassian held her hand. When they were still children and he practically dragged her up one of the apple trees in the orchard with promises that the best fruit was hidden in the upper branches. She thinks about the way his fingers would brush and slide against her own when they were teens and he’d steal the book she was reading right out of her hands to tease her about it. She thinks about last month’s ball, when his hands were warm but trembling when he asked her to dance, how he weaved a strand of her hair between his fingers while they tried to keep their breathless laughs quiet when they hid from the party and staff in an alcove. 

When Nesta looks back up at Cassian’s eyes, there’s a promise there. There’s always been a promise there. It has her heart ticking up in pace, singing to answer that promise, but the caution instilled by all the years, her father, it’s so ingrained deep within her. Like etchings into her very bones, and she doesn’t know how to turn away from it. 

“And where would we go?” Nesta whispers. 

“We’ll find a small town far from here where no one knows our names,” Cassian promises. “And I’ll get a job working on a farm or apprenticing with a blacksmith.” 

“You’re too rebellious for your own good.”

“I’ll make a rebel out of you, Nes.” 

“And what of my sisters? I can’t just leave them here.” 

“You underestimate them. It was Feyre who told me about the proposal.”  

Nesta bites her lip, her mind reeling from everything that’s happened today. She knows she should stay, that it’s the right thing to do, but gods does she want to take Cassian’s offer. 

“We could do it, leave now while everyone is asleep and be long gone before they wake,” Cassian says, like he can read everything written across Nesta’s face. He’s always somehow had the uncanny ability to do that. Cassian reaches forward again, his hands framing her face. There’s such pleading etched across his face, such hope in the way he whispers her name. “Nesta…” 

Before Cassian can finish that sentence, Nesta stands up. She can feel Cassian’s eyes on her, but he doesn’t say anything more. With a deep breath, Nesta makes her way over to her wardrobe, pulling open the doors. 

“What should I bring?” 

Cassian is on his feet in a second, smile wide as he walks toward Nesta. “Probably best to stick to simple dresses. We don’t want to draw attention.” 

Nesta nods as she begins to pull clothing out. “There’s a bag under my bed. Can you grab it? There’s also a bag of coin under the mattress. We’ll need money.” 

Nesta hears Cassian’s feet as he shuffles toward the bed then his soft gasp. “Gods, Nes, where did you get all this?” 

“I’ve been saving. Just in case,” Nesta explains, whirling around with her arms full of dresses. 

“I could kiss you right now.”

“You will do no such thing until we are wed. I may be running away with you, but I will keep my propriety.” 

Instead, Cassian presses a soft kiss to her cheek, taking the dresses out of her arms. A blush skitters across Nesta’s skin at the touch, her heart skipping a beat. 

“Anything else?” Cassian asks. 

“I just need to do one more thing,” Nesta replies. “I’ll meet you at the stables.” 

With a nod, Cassian grabs Nesta’s bag and sneaks back out the servant’s entrance. Once he’s gone, Nesta quickly changes into riding clothes before opening her bedroom door. She checks both ways down the hall, but it’s quiet and empty at this hour. She pads her way down the hall on tiptoes, slowly opening the door at the end of the hall. She has to blink a few times for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, and after a moment, she can make out the bed at the center of the room. 

“Feyre,” Nesta whispers once she’s closer, moving to sit beside her sister’s sleeping form and gently shake her shoulder. Feyre startles awake, but she relaxes once she realizes it’s Nesta. 

“Nesta?” Feyre asks sleepily, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. Her eyes take in Nesta’s attire and then she’s gasping softly, rushing forward to pull Nesta into a hug. “Oh, I’m so happy for you. I’ll keep your secret, I swear.” 

Nesta lets out a wet laugh, hugging her sister back. She sits back after a moment, quickly wiping her cheeks before reaching out to swipe away the tears that slipped out of Feyre's own eyes. 

“Promise you’ll write,” Feyre requests. “When it’s safe. You can use a fake name, but I’ll know.” 

“I promise.” 

With one last final farewell to Feyre, Nesta carefully makes her way down the stairs, constantly checking over her shoulder and each hall she passes. When she makes it to the stables, Cassian is already there, sitting astride her horse. 

“Ready?” Cassian asks, reaching a hand down. 

“As I’ll ever be.” 

Nesta takes Cassian’s hand, using it to help herself up onto the horse. She wraps her arms around his waist once she’s settled, and Cassian takes her left hand, raising it up and pressing a kiss to the center of her palm. The gesture leaves butterflies fluttering to life in her stomach and she’s glad Cassian can’t see the blush that takes over her cheeks. As the horse starts to trot, Nesta casts one final glance up at her family’s estate. Maybe Cassian really has made her into a rebel, but Nesta can’t find a single shred of regret about it.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #278: Frosty Big Sister (KOF/Fatal Fury)

Hokutomaru: (Enjoying a Bowl of Ice Cream Kula made for him) Ah man. You and your folks have like the best Ice Cream!

Kula: (Happily Enjoying her own Bowl of Ice Cream as well) I know, right?! They're sooooooo good!~ Thanks for eating them with me, Hokutomaru.

Hokutomaru: No problem. Though, I'm not really sure I'll be able to eat them all as fast as you're eating them right now.

Kula: (Still Eating her Ice Cream) Don't give up now, my little ninja! ('Mmhm') I believe you! ('Mhmmm') (Yummy~)

Hokutomaru: (Chuckles Lightly at his Frosty Friend) Thanks for the words of confidence.....(Stops Eating his Ice Cream and began having a thought in his head) Hey, Kula.

Kula: (Immediately Stops Eating her Ice Cream and turn towards her little ninja friend) Hm?

Hokutomaru: Mind if I ask you something?

Kula: (Shake her head as he gulp down some Ice Cream she still had in her mouth) What's wrong?

Hokutomaru: (Begins to rub the back of his head back and forth) Ok so..... You're not a huge fan of anything fire related, are you?

Kula: (Begins to Pout) Nope! In fact, I hate it entirely! Especially people who would used them carelessly!

Hokutomaru: (Eyes Widened a bit) Oh.....Well I mean.....K' uses fire too...right?

Kula: That is true.... Although, to me....(Smiles a little) I think K' is different from all those other pyro maniacs I've met so far. He can be a lazy, grumpy-pants most of the times....(Smiles Brightly) But I still think he's great.

Hokutomaru: Cool. So......If that's the case....and if there's other people you know, who uses fire, that you hate.....Do.....I... fit in that category as well?...

Kula: ('Gasps') What?! Oh my gosh.... Hokutomaru, no! (Gently Grabs Both of Hokutomaru's hands while giving him the saddest frown he ever seen in his young ninja life) I could never hate you. Never! Why you would ever think that?

Hokutomaru: Well I mean.... Me, My Master, Big Sister Mai.... We're all Shiranui Ninjas, remember? Our ancestors has been learning how to create flames in combat for quite a long time. (Looks down on the floor, sad) So... I'd figured....since you're not fan of some people using flames....I thought maybe.... I'm one of those people too-

Kula: (Immediately Pulls Hokutomaru I for a loving hug) Oh, Hokutomaru.....Do you remember what I said earlier?

Hokutomaru: (Blushes a little by the sudden hug) Uhh..That...you hate people who uses flames?

Kula: (Slowly Shook her head) Not entirely, silly. I said "I hate those who would use them so carelessly." And I know that deep down in my heart....that you nor Mr. Andy and Ms. Mai would never use yours to hurt people. Am I right?

Hokutomaru: D-Definitely! We never use our ninjutsu skills to hurt anyone that isn't our enemies! That's basically like Ninja Guide 101!

Kula: Exactly! So that I don't EVER want you to compare yourself to those psychos again. You're like a little brother to me and it makes me very sad to see you down like this....

Hokutomaru: Wait....You actually see me as a little brother?

Kula: (Nodded her head) Why else would you think I keep calling you 'My Little Ninja'?

Hokutomaru: (Shrugged) I dunno.....I thought it was maybe because I was small and junk.

Kula: (Giggles Lightly) You're not entirely wrong. I mean, you are pretty small....But that nickname means more to me than that.

Hokutomaru: Really?

Kula: (Smiles Brightly) Yep. It's mean you're a ninja who's also like my own little cute brother.

Hokutomaru: (Almost at a loss for words) Wow, Kula.....I...gotta say...(Slowly Starts to Smile) I'm honored. And you know, sometimes......I would see you like another big sister to me.

Kula: ('GASPS') Really?

Hokutomaru: Yep. I mean, it's sound weird but..... you're pretty amazing, Kula Diamond. (Smiles Brightly) I honestly won't mind having you as my second Big Sis. (Gave Kula a thumbs up)

Kula: Hokutomaru.......(Immediately Pulls Hokutomaru in for another hug) I wouldn't mind being your Big Sis too~ And I think you're amazing too in your own cute way.

Hokutomaru: (Blushes by Kula's comment) I-I'm not that cute, Kula! I'm just a cool, handsome ninja!.....In training....

Kula: (Giggles Softly while having Hokutomaru in her arms) Even "A Cool and Handsome Ninja in Training" can be cute too, Hokutomaru. (Smiles Softly) I'm so glad I've met you, my cute little ninja...

Hokutomaru: (Smiles Softly at Kula while completely ignoring that 'Cute' comment) I'm glad I've met you too, Kula. You're so cool.

Bonus

Hokutomaru: Ok. So, what your thoughts on that Kyo guy?

Kula: (Still Holding Hokutomaru in her arms) Kyo Kusanagi? Meh. I don't like him.

Hokutomaru: (A Bit Surprised) Really? Is it because he's a crazy pyro maniac too?

Kula: Nope. He's just a jerk. A big one at that.

Hokutomaru: (Starts Snickering) Since when were you ever this savage, Kula?

Kula: (Smirks Playfully while Ruffling the top of Hokutomaru's hair) Even nice and cute Ice princesses like me can have their savage moments, Hokutomaru.

Hokutomaru: (Starts Laughing) I know that's right!

@keyenuta

@cyber-wildcat

@26shann

@ink-correctsmashbrosbloo

@scribblehooves

@kingoffighters

[swoonnu]

In Your Orbit

“You see that star up there?” Mingyu takes his hand and points it towards the direction of his words. “There.” Soonyoung’s gaze followed the line of Mingyu’s long slender fingers. “That star is for you. When we’re old and crabby, and you go off to university and get a job, please remember me. When you’re studying the planets and solar system and teaching the world all the new science stuff, please remember you’re the brightest star in my universe.”

After graduating university, he moved to Japan to work for some scientific research program that studied the planets and get his Ph.D. Dr. Kwon Soonyoung, Ph.D., Doctorate of Planetary Science, that title held him in Japan for longer than he wanted to be there. During that time, life became too busy to talk, too hectic to write and too complicated to call.

Ever since preschool days on the playground, Soonyoung had found a sense of hope in the taller’s bright eyes. He was the gravity that held him in place when his mind seemed too clouded with self-doubt. You see, Mingyu was just that, he was hope. He was everything Soonyoung never knew he needed.

At age seven, he defended Soonyoung from bullies. At age twelve he gave Soonyoung his first kiss. And at age seventeen he gave Soonyoung his first heartbreak.

When Mingyu showed up at his bedroom window at 2 am, begging to be let in, Soonyoung obliged. When Mingyu excitedly talked about the girl he just kissed, Soonyoung listened. And when Mingyu told Soonyoung he was in love with her, Soonyoung’s heart broke into a million pieces.

At age twenty, Soonyoung came out to his best friend. Mingyu offered him no words but hugged him. The understanding and acceptance etched itself among his handsome features.

“University is so hard, Gyu. What if I’m not smart enough. What happens when I fail?”

“You’re the smartest person I know Soon; you’re doing so great.”

Four months later, Mingyu got his first modeling job, and Soonyoung took him out to celebrate.

“Soon you’re the best best friend a guy could ask for. Thanks for loving me.” Mingyu was drunk and happy. He was always happy, but drunk Mingyu was a sight that tickled Soonyoung’s heart.

“I love you soOOoooO muchhhhhhh.” Hiccup.

Two hours later, Soonyoung was dragging a very drunk, very heavy man to his bed.

“Kiss me Soonyoung.”

Soonyoung had successfully forced his feelings to the farthest corner of his heart, and moments like this, he begged his heart to stop betraying him.

“Gyu you’re drunk, sleep it off.”

“I know you’re in love me with, I’ve always known.” Hiccup. “And maybe I feel the same way.”

He looked down at his drunk friend, his heart threatening to beat out from his chest. “Gyu, stop please.”

Mingyu’s long fingers found purchase in the confines of Soonyoung’s sweater, pulling the elder closer than Soonyoung deemed necessary. “Please kiss me hyung.”

Whatever self-control Soonyoung had been able to muster at this point, was slowly flying out the window as Mingyu inched himself closer. “I know you want to; I know you’ve always wanted to. Well here I am, please take me. I’ve always been yours.”

There were no fireworks, no grand revelation. There was just warmth, warmth against Soonyoung’s lips and in the breaking of his heart. The warmth between them suddenly erupted as Mingyu pulled him ontop of his frame. Mingyu’s fingers were cold as they squeezed against the flesh of his hips. His breath was hot as it fanned across his collarbones.

Soonyoung squeezed his eyes shut, trying to ground himself from floating too high, too fast.

Please take me. Repeated against Soonyoung’s skin like a mantra, pulling him in deeper, reverberating against the cracks of his heart. “Gyu, you don’t want this. You’re not—you don’t feel the same.” In a feeble attempt to rid himself of the sudden rush of color to his cheeks, Soonyoung removed himself the body of his friend. “You’re drunk, just go to sleep.”

The small whimper that escaped Mingyu’s parted lips did little to calm Soonyoung’s aching heart. “I’m trying to tell you that I want this too. I’ve wanted this for a while. You’re so sure of yourself, Soon. So, sure of who you are and who your heart wants. But for me, I don’t know who I am. But right now, I’m sure that I’ve wanted you to do this for as long as I can remember. I’ve never done this before. Not with anyone. But I know I want to try with you. Please. Please just have me.”

Watching a six foot something man kneel before you, begging you to take him made every reservation Soonyoung had to disappear. He was not expert in the field of sex, but the little experience he had made him sure of enough things.

At twenty-one, Soonyoung woke up alone after taking his best friend’s virginity. And at twenty-one, his heart broke for the second time.

Five days later, Mingyu texts Soonyoung for the first time.

[text from puppygyu] I’m sorry

[text to puppygyu] I know

[text from puppygyu] can I come over?

[text to puppygyu] probably best if you dnt

[text from puppygyu] r we ok

[text to puppygyu] idk. u just left?

[text from puppygyu] im sorry

[text to puppygyu] me 2

[text to puppygyu] give me time

[text to puppygyu] we’ll b ok

[text to puppygyu] eventually

[text from puppygyu] call me when you change ur mind

Two weeks later and it wasn’t better. One month later and it still wasn’t better. Three months later and it finally got…easier.

And at twenty-two, Soonyoung moved to Japan. “You know Gyu, Japan is so cool, and everyone is so different. I wish you could see it.” I miss you was left unsaid.

“Soon, do you think I can visit for Christmas?”

“Yeah sure, kid.”

Christmas was when Mingyu told Soonyoung about him.

“His name is Wonwoo, and he’s so smart and mysterious, Soon. He owns the magazine company my agency works with a lot, and I want to kiss his face. He wears these round glasses all the time, and I’d like him to fuck me with them on.”

Soonyoung groaned with annoyance; he was tired and overworked. He was homesick and just wanted to eat real Korean food again.

“Oh. I shouldn’t tell you about this. I’m sorry.”

Mingyu had come to visit him like promised and all he talked about was this stupid new man in his life. He just wanted to punch his stupid face every time Mingyu spoke about him. “Gyu, you know it’s fine. I’m tired that’s all. We’re past those stupid feelings.”

When Mingyu returned home a week later, Soonyoung ignored his texts for a few days. Mingyu did not seem fazed, too busy with Wonwoo.

[text from mingyu] HE FINALLY ASKED ME OUT

[text to mingyu] fking finally

[text from mingyuI] he's so cute soon. Im dying.

[text from mingyu] wow I’m so gay

[text to mingyu] welcome 2 the club

After that, communication became infrequent. Soonyoung finally finished his program, finishing with honors and landed a job with a great company. Mingyu updated him on his dating life with Wonwoo and Soonyoung played along as being interested.

At twenty-four, Soonyoung met Jihoon and got his heart ripped from his body once again. A year and two months into their, honestly who knew what it was, (pinning for years after your first love doesn’t sit well for a potential boyfriend and said boyfriend being emotionally constipated, does not do well for any type of real relationship), Soonyoung watched as Jihoon packed his things and left his apartment for the last time.

An entire bottle of soju later, Soonyoung found himself drunk texting Mingyu. They hadn’t spoken for months, stubbornness or too busy, who knows.

[text to mingyu] he could have been the one u know

[text to mingyu] he could have made me happy

[text to mingyu] but NO u had to come into my life and fuck me up so tnks for that. I was fine pretending I dnt love u. and then u had to drunkenly hook up with me and suck me into the living hell that is being in love with u

[text to mingyu] I should have said no, I should have pushed u awy

[text to mingyu] I hate you kim mingyu I hate everything abut u and u stupid pretty face

 Incoming call from Mingyu….

“What do you want stupid?” Pause, hiccup. “Soonyoung, stop drinking.” His voice pulled a sob Soonyoung didn’t know he was hiding. “I love you, I’ve loved you my entire life, and you never loved me back. I finally thought you felt the same and then I woke up alone. How can you do that Gyu..how could you watch me break every time you saw me.” Soonyoung was openly sobbing now.

“Soonyoung you cant— I do love— “ Sigh. “Please just stop okay.” Silence.

“I think its best if you don’t contact him anymore.” That must be Wonwoo, Soonyoung thought. “He’s already hurt long enough over you.” Call ended.

At twenty-five Soonyoung needed a vacation, so he returned to Korea for his school reunion.

“I cannot believe it’s been so long. How are you? How’s Japan treating our Star?”

“Jeonghan, it’s been years since I heard you call me that. I’ve missed it. But it’s Hoshi would be the correct term now.”

“Oohhh, very Japanese of you.”  

“Work is hard, I feel like the stupidest person there, but I love it. How are you?”

“Seungcheol asked me to marry him. Which obviously, we can’t do here in Korea but its something.”

If Soonyoung choked on his beer, it was because of the news (not surprising news, those two had been together for 10 years) and not actually because he saw Mingyu make his way over to them, looking all type of fine.

“Oh look here, we have our world-famous model joining us. Mingyu, you tall, handsome man, hug me.” Seokmin pulled Mingyu into a hug, the latter gleefully reciprocating.

If Soonyoung drank his beer a little faster, no one mentioned it. “Hi, Soonyoung-hyung.” Ugh, so formal, Soonyoung hated it.

“Hi.” Was the only response he could muster up.

“Everyone this Wonwoo, Wonwoo this is Jeonghan, Joshua, Junhui, Seokmin, Sungcheol and—“

“Soonyoung, I’ve heard.” If the annoyance was evident in Wonwoo’s voice, no one mentioned.

Two hours later and everyone was drunk happy, reliving their childhood memories. Soonyoung was sitting across the table as Mingyu and Wonwoo stayed occupied amongst themselves.

“If you glare any harder, you’re going to burn holes in their clothes.”

“Shut up Seokmin.”

If Seokmin laughed a little too loud when Soonyoung slapped the back of his head, Mingyu and Wonwoo did not seem to notice.

When Mingyu and Soonyoung found themselves alone at the table later that night, Mingyu was the first to break the silence.

“Are we ever going to be okay?”

“Yeah sure, kid.”

“Don’t kid me. Answer my question.” Mingyu looked across the hall, watching Wonwoo talk with Jun. “Are you and I going to be okay?”

“What is your definition of okay Gyu?”

“Cut the bullshit Soonyoung.” He finally turned to look at him, “Look at me damn it. Look at me and see I am happy. I am finally happy with him, and you should be happy for me.”

“I am happy for you Mingyu.” Soonyoung finally looked at him, “I am happy for you, but I’m also still in love with you. I will never not be. But I am happy for you. I wish I could find that with someone else as easily as you.”

“You think it was easy?! You know nothing.”

“Then enlighten me how difficult it was for you?! When you weren’t the one who was hopelessly in love with your best friend for years. You know nothing about pain until you finally get the person you’ve been in love with only to wake up alone the next morning and not hear from them for days! You know nothing about heartbreak until you finally see that person and they can’t stop talking about someone else. You know nothing, Kim Mingyu and you’re an ass for thinking otherwise.” The commotion between them seemed to go unnoticed by everyone else.

“I left because I was scared and stupid. I didn’t know what it was like to be gay. I had never even thought of myself as gay. And then you showed up and made my heart feel complicated. And then you came out to me, and my heart thought there was something. And then I got drunk, and you looked at me, and I knew all along that I was in love with you just the same. And then I left because I was scared. But then you left thousands of miles away, and I broke done because I went looking for you. I came to your house but your mom told me you moved already, without even saying anything. You were my first everything. My first love and heartbreak. You were also the last heartbreak because I met him.”

“Well fucking congratulations to you. Please do me a favor and give me my fucking heart back.”

An hour later and Mingyu was carrying a very drunken, crying Soonyoung back to his hotel. “I’m sorry gyu.” Hiccup, sob. “I’m so sorry for everything.” Hiccup, sob.

“Shh, it's alright. I know.”

That night, Mingyu made love to Soonyoung. Mingyu had kissed the salty tears from his cheeks, a wordless promise he shouldn’t have made, and that morning, Mingyu was the one who woke up alone, and a single text from Soonyoung flashed across the screen of his phone.

[text from Soonyoung] everything is shattering, and it's my mistake

Two days later Soonyoung had returned to Japan, his heart broken more than before he left. He threw himself back into work, and when he got a text from Seokmin four months after returning, he was eager to see a familiar face.

[text from Seokmin] Let me crash at your place while I'm in jpn

[text to Seokmin] as long as you buy me soju

A week later and Seokmin and Soonyoung were drunk in the latter's apartment.

“Mingyu and Wonwoo broke up you know.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, Mingyu broke up with him.”

“Hmm, that’s strange. He seemed so in love.”

“Yeah.” Sip. “You still love him?”

“No.” Lie.

“Good.”

That night Soonyoung hooked up with someone other than Mingyu and Jihoon, and it was something. It felt great to feel needed and wanted, and Seokmin was a great addition to his wounded heart.

At twenty-seven Soonyoung found himself moving back to Korea for work and his heart wasn’t sure how to take it. Seokmin had been a constant partner over the last year, but neither wanted to be anything serious. They’d hook up every time Seokmin’s company brought him to Japan and after he’d return to Korea and they’d text randomly.

Mingyu had landed a big modeling gig that he invited the whole group of friends to tag along. Soonyoung had yet to see him since his return to Korea, and during the time Soonyoung had been gone, Wonwoo had implanted himself amongst his group of friends because he and Jun had started dating, Mingyu was actually pretty content with it.

“I don’t think I can go Seok. I mean, I haven’t seen him in a long time, and I don’t know what to say.”

“You’ve been friends your entire life; it’s not like you two are strangers. Plus, you’re with me, and he’s with some fancy photographer.”

“But we’re not actually together.”

“No one needs to know that.”

Pretending to be in a loving relationship with someone was easier than it looked but having a group of nosy, ever-present assholes for friends, made it harder to believe.

“We all know you two are just fucking and not actually together.” Damn you Yoon Jeonghan.

“So what.”

“As long as you two understand that and are happy. Leave them be babe.”

“Do not babe me Seungcheol; this is going to end poorly. I’m tired of walking on eggshells between our friends. It is exhausting.”

“Hyung, we’re okay. We know what we are doing.” Bless Seokmin and his ever-present happiness.

As Soonyoung watched Mingyu walk the runway later that night, he felt a sense of pride wash over his system.

“Hi everyone, this is Minghao. Minghao, this is everyone.”

“Oohhh Minghao is that a Chinese name I sense?!” Junhui had spoken in Mandarin to the fellow Chinese man.

“Yes, born and raised before moving to Korea about four years ago.” He responded in their mother tongue.

Two hours later everyone was eating and drinking, all enjoying each other’s company.

“So you and Seok? I never saw that coming.” The space on the couch next to him shifted as Mingyu sat down.

“It just sort of happened I guess, we’re not actually together though.”

“Yeah I know.”

“So Wonwoo and Junhui huh?” Soonyoung faced his former best friend.

“Yeah that too, just sort of happened. But I am happy for them.”

“We’ve really changed, haven’t we?”

“Yeah I guess we have, hyung.”

Soonyoung finally looked toward the younger and realized at that moment, how much the two had grown. “I’m so proud of you Gyu.”

Minghao and Mingyu did not last very long and when Mingyu ended up at Soonyoung’s door at 1 am, Soonyoung let him in. He was always letting him in.

“I love you.”

“I know.”

And that night, Soonyoung held a sobbing Mingyu while they drifted off to sleep. And that morning, Soonyoung woke up engulfed in Mingyu’s arms. He had stayed.

“Please don’t go.”

“I’m not going anywhere Gyu. I promise.”

Two months later and their friendship had returned to normal. It was like all the years of angst had never happened, but they refused to acknowledge the fact that they were still, hopelessly in love with each other.

At twenty-eight, Soonyoung attended his first wedding as a best man. Seungcheol and Jeonghan finally had their ceremony, still not legal in their country, they had all flown to the US Virgin Islands to experience a week-long wedding party.

“God he looks so fuckable in a suit Gyu. How is it that fair?!”

“You two are already fucking; you know what it’s like.” Mingyu laughed as a drunk Soonyoung ogled over Seokmin wearing a suit. “Your arrangement is weird. Just hooking up, for this long and no strings. I don’t see how he does it.”

“Yeah but but—“ Hiccup. “We’re allowed to do whatever we want and whomever we want. He’s pretty understanding and great and so fuckable.”

Mingyu laughed as he patted his friend on the back, “You’re in love dude. You want more, don’t you?”

Hiccup. “No. I am fine with that arrangement. Because I can still check you out and not feel guilty about it.”

“Even after all these years, huh?”

“Always. My sexy model of a best friend. You were my first love, and I’ll always want to bang you. Or let you bang me, either one is fine by me.”

“You’re a hot mess; you know that.” Mingyu laughed a took another sip of his beer. “I don’t want that though; I want what they have.” Soonyoung followed his gaze towards the newly married couple, “Don’t you?”

“I used to.” The response sounded unintentionally bitter against his tongue.

“Do you think we could have ever worked out?”

“No, we were pretty young and stupid.”

“And now?” Mingyu’s gaze found its way floating back towards Soonyoung, the latter already looking at him.

“We’re old and stupid.”

As the sun set that night, Mingyu found himself being pushed against the door of Soonyoung’s hotel room, the latter’s hands tugging at the hem of his shirt. “Take this off before I die.”

Mingyu obliged. “Oh my god.” The elder groaned as his hands traced the lines of Mingyu’s tanned stomach. “I forgot how hot you were.”

“You only want me for my body.” Mingyu laughed. “Right now, that is true.”

Soonyoung trailed his lips down the taller’s skin, leaving a trail of shivers with them. “Don’t regret me tomorrow, please.” Mingyu pleaded.

“There will never be a day that I regret you.”

As Mingyu pressed Soonyoung into the mattress that night, he felt his heartbreak, wishing for more.

By the fourth day of the trip, Mingyu and Soonyoung had spent more times buried inside each other than they had in the whole time they’d known one another. They had imprinted their names on each other’s skin, like tattoos marking their history together; taking and giving what they had tried so hard to forget.

“He’s in love with you; please be cautious.”

“Wonwoo, I know.”

“No, no you really don’t get it, Soon.”

“I’ve known him my entire life, and I was in love with him for most of it. I know what it looks like.”

“You know he didn’t dump me right. I broke up with him because he called your name during sex.”

Soonyoung stared at him, unable to respond to the information he was being given.

“He cried for hours afterward, apologizing and I knew right then, I knew I would never be you. Minghao wasn’t you. Seokmin and Jihoon weren’t him. You two have drifted far enough from each other for far too long; I think it’s time you give up fighting.”

As Soonyoung watched Mingyu laugh with Joshua, he knew right away what was happening.

“Help me do something please.”

On the second to the last day of the trip, Soonyoung texted Mingyu.

[text to gyu] meet me on the beach.

[text from gyu] right now?

[text to gyu] yes, now

Soonyoung locked his phone and waited. He waited and waited, Mingyu showed up finally.

“Soon, what’s going on?”

“Please sit with me.”

Mingyu took the spot next to Soonyoung on the blanket. And before he lost his courage, word vomit spewed from his mouth, “Mingyu I have spent my whole life orbiting you. I felt that my life meant something when you were around. You offered a part of yourself for me and me only, and I can never undo the fracture that left on my timeline. You have always been the Sun in my colorless universe. I got too close, and I was burned. But I kept drifting around you, in constant need of your warmth. It’s like we are two stars on a course for destruction, but I wouldn’t mind colliding with you.”

“Soonyoung what are you saying?”

“I’m asking if you’ll let me orbit you for a while longer because I love you. I have always loved you. In every universe, on every planet, in every lifeline and in every possibility, I will always pick you.”

“You’ve always been the brightest star in my universe.” Before Soonyoung could respond, Mingyu was tilted his chin up and kissing him. All those years ago, there were no fireworks, but right now as he breathed in Mingyu, he felt like he was breathing for the first time. He pulled Mingyu closer, fear that he would run away. He wanted to imprint himself into the warmth that was Mingyu’s skin.

For so long he thought he was a burnt-out star in Mingyu’s life, Mingyu was just too far to see the light had faded. He was ever cautious about the time it took for them to catch up, afraid he would finally see the dullness but that night as Soonyoung made love to Mingyu, he realized then, that they had finally collided; the Big Bang, the beginning of everything.

At thirty-one, Soonyoung found himself standing on the same beach, marrying his best friend.

[ariyadaivaris]

- VICTOPHER JOSEPH oh thank GOD we have languished in the time since you've left...welcome back

- i'm so in love with samir's earrings. enamored. obsessed. if i was emo in 2008 which sadly i was not i would be wearing those morning noon and night. he's so cute

- i love the bit where the boyz do Twin Magic and no one at all is confused by it because they look nothing alike and their gear is totally different. its SO funny. A Dastardly Plan. So Sneaky. So Clever. i love them SO much. what wouldnt i do to see them in an almost-storyline with everrise again...

- what wouldn't i do to see ANYONE on 205 in a storyline again :( it's not even that they're hammpered by the title not being on the show (for some dumbass reason) because like as we've SEEN some of 205's best storylines don't have to do with the title at all! though of course storylines around the title can ALSO be phenomenally good!! like, ANYTHING but introducing a new pop punk frontman and going "oh well ariya and tony hate them because theyre newcomers". i love gold standie, we all KNOW this, i would probably realistically stop watching if not for them, but this isn't really a story especially when it isn't going anywhere! no matter if ariya (and tony to some extent but it's really egregious with ariya) wins or loses a match, it doesn't matter or go anywhere! it's just some guys losing to some other guys and nothing happens until someone does something cool and exciting and then they get taken off 205 and to nxt.

- it's very frustrating. once mustafa got taken to the quote unquote main roster, that was it! instead of investing in the future like dbry apparently wanted (thanks sooooo much for that danny) they just take the best bits of it and stash them somewhere they can't outshine a manufactured idea of what wrestling fans will watch. 205...was at one point full of dudes left on their own to do whatever with very little oversight, and they flourished in that condition! they took things into their own hands and made it work. now it feels like...that's just not happening. nxt picks over 205 for whoever gets over and takes them. "too good for 205", or whatever. its just. god i complain about this every fuckin week i know but it really drives me insane knowing how good 205 was!!! seeing this hollow version of it really really does things to my brain. it was so good. it was so good once

- also ariya and mustafa should have feuded. ANYWAY

- OOH we're storming RIGHT in. he's MAD tonite. also he's wearing the sleekish slash design gear i like teehee

- yessssss its the submission move he picked up when he came back >:) we don't see it very often because i don't think ariya really gets to control the pace of the match that often but i think it's so cool

- IS HE DOING TONY'S MOVE?????

- HE'S KINDA DOING A VARIATION ON TONY'S GOOFY LITTLE BOA CONSTRICTOR MOVE..........it's kinda funny seeing the difference between him and tony because tony is built like a brick shithouse and ariya is built like a capital T. i described it like a boa constrictor move but ariya uses it that way far more than tony does. tony can get away with brute force usually, and ariya has to weave and ensnare and outmaneuver. not that tony can't do that when required, they just have to fight differently. idk. its fun. i like how they contrast each other :)

- god ariya literally is SO handsome. twirls hair around finger

- averts eyes. now what DID he mean by all that <3

- ariya is SO smart he is SO smart and talented and cool. don't worry mister daivari /i/ know that you should be champion. i see that you are very very good at wrestling. i understand

- DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE YESSSSSSSSSS

- ariya's physicality tonight he is SO! UGH! UGH! ARIYA!!!!! DAIVARI!!! I LIKE HIM he is just. UNREAL how intense he is tonight. absolute delight to watch. really conveys that he hates grey's GUTS. a coward who acts like he's above ariya's methods only to use them when he can't beat ariya, and everyone celebrates him for it. ariya has worked himself to the bone for years and for a fraction of the respect and reputation grey's earned in less than a single year of it. ariya has a ROTTEN attitude and he hates grey with all his heart and it's very, VERY hard to say he's wrong. he's fighting with VENOM tonight! he is moving with a hatred that permeates every cell in his body and it's sooooooo good. i love watching him i LOVE him he is so smart and cool and epic

- MAN!!!!!!!!! tony tapped out last week quickly, and ariya gets caught in a submission and refuses. one thing about ariya is he refuses to stop fighting. when he gets in that ring he will do whatever he can to hold out as long as possible. you have to catch him by surprise, or you have to trap him, or you have to wear him out entirely. he...he fights for his pride. he's VERY proud. he occupies a space near the bottom of the cruiserweight hierarchy, and he's very aware of it. he doesn't have much. but he has his dignity. being deprived of that dignity is something he's just not willing to bear. it's the one thing that slips past his pragmaticism, i think, because though his passion gets the best of him sometimes he plans for his own survival at all times. his dignity is something he will hold on to even when holding onto it means his survival isn't guaranteed. i just think....i just think that ariya,

- also making a note, i guess: ariya's feud with akira (one of those feuds enhanced by the pull of the title but that lay in the character of akira first and foremost) pulled on a kind of similarity between them, where they both fight to win at all costs for the sake of their pride. (im not gonna say their honor. because like. well. you know -_-) akira had a support system that eventually convinced him to put his health first in the pursuit of the title, that convinced him to tap out rather than destroy his body for a chance at glory. that's kind of the dilemma of losing by submission, i guess. you give up, or you break. it's a really vulnerable position to be in, especially if you hold on to your pride like that. seeing akira admit to that vulnerability for his own sake was really satisfying! it was a FANTASTIC character arc, even if the way that the title was used during the end was *gritting teeth* bad. it's...its a really good way to pull a character apart and force them to grow or commit. it is THE story move. i think it's interesting that tony ended up tapping almost immediately last week. he's still a pretty arrogant character, he considers his job to be "making people jealous", he's gone through some development and he's not AS boldly disrespectful, but he's still very...haughty. he'll tap, though. he's not STUPID. in a low stakes match against some nobody he has no personal stake in, he'll tap if he can't get out. it's not that big a deal. it's not personal. for ariya, EVERYTHING is personal. tony has a kind of easygoing arrogance about him, but ariya has a RESENTMENT. that's kind of why they respond differently to these things. maybe. i'm just making things up who knows. anyway i think they should kiss to spice things up just for fun really i think 205 needs more gay people on it but all wrestling needs more gay people don't you think