#i have absurdly long hair now which is what happens when you don't get a haircut all winter

[libraryleopard]

every moment i spend in commuting in my car with its broken air conditioning is one moment closer to a drastic haircut

[angst-estefany]

Masochist

A gift for @waffletrex bc I can't believe my Reverse Falls propaganda worked

Tw: Implied/Referenced Self harm

Continuation of this

Preston sighed, holding the amulet tight in his grasp

Will could only stand there, tail flickering to and fro so quickly it was mostly a blur. Stupid. God how stupid he was

Finally, the man stood up once again, and without a word walked out of room

"Preston?"

He didn't turn around, just kept making his way downstairs

"Preston- I'm sorry, ok? I- I really am" Will quickly tried to follow behind "I just- it wasn't meant to be like that! I was just curious to see if if worked and then I just... I just... you don't get it, alright? It's comforting and-"

"Will. Please stop" he sounded tired as he turned around, crounching down to look at him "I don't want an apology. I'm not mad"

"B- but..."

"What I do want, in this moment, is for you to turn around and not look until I tell you, alright?"

"Wha- why?"

"Do you trust me?"

A heavy silence fell between them. Trust has been a touchy subject for the two of them, and one they had tried to avoid since his return from the Theraprism. So why now? What he planning? Will fidgeted with his bow tie, not sure of how to answer

"I'm not going to break it. I promise"

"... alright"

He did as told, covering his eye for good meseaure. The sound of shuffling filled his body with more and more anxiety, but he remained in place. Something heavy moving, then- clicking? A metal door opening? His eye shot open at the realization of what was happening. Should he turn? Scream? Stop him-? He took so long to decide what to do that by the end the door closed back again without having done anything. Stupid, stupid, stupid

"There. You can turn now"

As expected, there was the new safe, shut and half hidden already

"... I- I could try and get the new code, you know?"

"I know. But I trust you won't"

Preston walked up to him and sat in the floor by his side. There was something in his eyes- a kind of tired that didn't quite seem to come just from it being 2 am, obfuscated by the strands of free hair falling down his face.

"You... You're right. I don't really understand why you keep doing it, I'd need to be in your mind to get it after all. And I'm not sure how I could help with it in a way that works better than a literal interdimensional therapy center... but I want to try. I owe you that much"

"Preston..."

"For now... some company would help? Now that I'm up I doubt I'll be going back to sleep any time soon. I'd rather we could talk about this, but I won't make you"

He offered a hand- in the center of it, there was a curricular scar, so light you wouldn't notice if you didn't know how to look for it. Will knew. He stepped into it and was lifted up

"You know- the weirdest part of you having a body is how tiny you are. I keep expecting you to be heavier"

"H- hey! What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing my star, nothing at all..." he laughed as he rubbed his eyes with his free hand

Was this the first time since coming back he has seen those exposed arms, showing off the scars and muscles proudly in a tank top? Has he always had those absurdly fluffy pajama pants? Why is will focusing in all of this when the man looked about to pass out? Stupid stupid stupid!

"I'll talk"

"Hm? Really?"

"I mean... I- I'll try. Not sure if you'll understand then, but..."

"... thank you, Will. Really"

...

"Dad? Uncle Bud made breakfast..." Pacifica peeked inside the lab-

Just to find her father snoring on the make shift bed (which in all honesty was a great improvement from falling sleep ok the desk with his day clothes on), limbs sprawled about except for his arm holding something close to his chest-

Wait, that wasn't something, it was someone. A blue triangle, his tail fully wrapped around Preston's arm and holding onto his hand. Expressions are hard to tell when the one thing you have is a closed eye, but he looked... calm.

Pacifica just chukled at the scene, and decided to let them sleep a little longer

[blackbloodteeth]

13th Sentence Game

@bcbdrums linked me this post (about sharing the 13th sentence from any WIP), and then ended up spurring me into sharing them from all my WIPs. I hope this chaos is what you wanted.

While this is mostly everything, I've skipped some WIPs for reasons such as maybe ending up as potential Resbangs™, but otherwise enjoy this absurdly long list I've put together over the course of like three hours.

You can play along and try to guess what each one's about, if you want hahaha

1, "2021 July 15"* You're sitting up, sweating like crazy, all you can focus on is taking in air.

*Technically my first fic, but it was scrapped. Never really posted it because it's too confusing and now outdated.

2. "2021 Sep 24"* As the previously stated unpredictable behaviour has led to only a small number of assessments on combat, the full extent of his abilities remain undocumented.

*Was originally for an event, but I've considering expanding upon it.

3. "(WIP) TBN" It was like the world here at DWMA was some kind of grand show, and he was just some background character.

4. Inner Strings They all called him the Soul Eater.

5. "be crime do gay" Just. Not like that.

6. Scythes don't make for practical weapons He had no idea if he was going to be able to make friends at all, let alone find a meister, someone willing to accept him for himself and actually be able to use him effectively.

7. "(simple au)" He had an odd combo of red eyes with white hair and tan skin, sharp teeth pulled into a defiant scowl, and a black jacket hunched over a frame that didn't look to understand posture for shit.

8. When Death City snows over "Come on, I doubt it'll actually snow; that shit never happens here."

9. I ain't Feline fine She gets him to stand in the center of the spell zone while instructing Maka to keep behind her, eagerly fixing her hat with her paws before starting.

10. Teeth So he'd take to his now familiar hideaway, a piano tucked away in a sparsely used room.

11. Happy Birthday, Soul Not even Maka.

12. "cursed hall" Given they've gotten to know each other to some degree before now, he was already pretty adjusted to seeing the two other members of this makeshift team: Soul and, well, Soul.

13. It's been a long night for my entire life There was always work to be done and he couldn't wait to get started.

14. One Word* Seeing all those intertwined neighbors, how easily they all sent signals together, that part of him craving to connect and belong made him feel hollow, made him wish he could have that just like everybody else.

*Let it be known that this is the notorious development hell WIP.

15. It was a dark and stormy night Of course with her literary weapon and the sudden jolt of her appearance, the figure seems to have been startled enough to give an auditory following to their jumping back, dull gleaming red blinking wildly back at her tense confusion while- Wait, Soul??

16. Ride by night only [6:19 PM] Kinda with him actually, why are you in a hurry then lol

17. The Very Hungry Soul “Well if the very hungry caterpillar would like to make sure we’re not late, he should hurry up and get dressed before I eat his breakfast for him before it gets cold.”

18. See you on the other side "Soul?"

19. The Dragon and The Moth He’s stopped entirely in his tracks when she abruptly goes in for a hug, snout nuzzling against his chest with a much softened sweetness.

20. Draconic Upon further noting its smooth surface he soon realized it wasn’t a star but in fact some sort of rock, blandly opaque like that of salt despite its odd moonlit shimmers, which even stranger still became steadily see-through in the absorbed heat of his fingertips.

21. "(wings made of arms)" Could it... really be......?

22. The Unknown Caller Caller unknown. But for him that was a lie.

23. The Exchange [8th] "Drink?"

24. Don't Escape Making his way around the back, his eyes glide along the sides until he reaches the pile of small logs, the ax resting up against them exactly as he’d left it.

25. The 42nd Story (Ch. 2)* The muffled talking of a woman, determined to be coming from a nearby room.

*As stated in The Ramble Room, this entire story was scrapped. While I didn't share the second and only other chapter despite it being finished, the first chapter was still shared.

26. "2023july11" He proceeds with actually cleaning himself up, a faint smile keeping him still awake and upright.

27. "(Aug31)" Her smile fades a little as she looks him over, a different sense of intrigue making her face bunch up funnily.

28. "hand pun" Her horrid fascination grew to the point of needing a new name for it (morbid curiosity, that's a classic) as the guy turns the hand around while it signs to him, eyes impossibly wide when she notices the similar skin tone under his hood and the missing space in his left jacket sleeve and the red of his eyes when he suddenly looks directly at her.

29. "WereWeek prompt 3" There's this girl – new student who moved in this year – who is so bossy.

30. "trees"* So much on his mind that he can't hold at bay and he can't even walk about it.

*Technically a small one-shot collection, but it's all going to be in the same fic.

31. "here and now"* His fingers stretch out from his palms in front of the glass, hurriedly ruffling through his hair, his tongue sticking out and then grinning ear-to-ear at her again with all the sunlight in the world.

*My current WIP! It's been slow-going, but I can't wait to see it through to the end haha

The rest are unsorted WIPs in my "drabble zone (2024)" doc:

32. 'Cause you are more than just a dream There's an odd look he pauses on her with after hopping off that she can really only describe as him expecting her to feel like he just sealed her in with a wild animal.

33. "blacksmith au" While his body shown well the signs of having dedicated much of his life to his craft, there was a strange affliction splitting much of it in twain, diagonally from hip to shoulder as if sliced by the very heavens itself in warning.

34. Devils don't go to Heaven (working title) “...Where is this?”

Anything else is so disorganized or only a small handful of sentences that I'm just gonna go ahead and stop it here haha

Thanks for tuning in, hope this was at least entertaining, or possibly even enlightening to the sheer amount of WIPs I've manged to collect over the past few years. I do want to go back to them eventually, but one step at a time, eh?

[seriouslycromulent]

My rewatch of The John Larroquette Show (so far)

In my effort to keep my Larroquette obsession thriving, I've recently started a rewatch of The John Larroquette Show. Like Night Court (which I rewatched in 2022), I remember watching this show when it originally aired.

But unlike Night Court, my memory of most of the episodes is a bit fuzzy. I remember the main characters and their personalities just fine, but not so much what happens in terms of the storyline.

Regardless, I'm enjoying the rewatch, and I'm pleasantly surprised by how much the show holds up over time, how evergreen the topics are, and how strong the jokes are. Seriously. They are constantly telling jokes that I swear are as old as vaudeville, but they kill in terms of laughs from the audience and from me as well.

Example: In s2e8 "The Book of Rachel," Mayim Bialik guest stars as a young hippie-ish woman named Rachel who shows up in hopes of finding out if John Hemingway (JL's character) is her real dad. She's narrowed down the search to 3 men who knew her mom, who was living wild and free back in the '70s, around that time.

When John asks how her mother's doing, Rachel says, "She's doing pretty good. She's been clean for about 5 years now." John, a recovering alcoholic who's been sober for 1 year, says, "That's great! So no more drugs and booze, huh?" And Rachel says, "Oh no, there's still plenty of drugs and booze. She's just been bathing regularly for 5 years."

I'm not telling it very well in writing, but I swear to you, that joke is funny as hell, and Mayim and JL's delivery is perfection. Plus, it got a huge laugh from the audience, which speaks to its timeless nature.

Anyway, I just wanted to share a thought or two on the show so far. (I'm on episode 12 of Season 2, just in case anyone wants to know the context.)

Here are some random thoughts I've had so far:

Like Night Court, the show does a solid job of mixing comedy and drama. The first season is a bit more drama heavy because they dealt more with the recovery storyline, but I think it still worked and the whole concept is still pretty daring (i.e., revolving around the unglamorous lives of people who work in and around a bus station at night) even compared to today's sitcoms, which still tend to play it safe.

JL's hair in the first season is absurdly long. Or at least it gets to be absurdly long about halfway through the season. And it's not a good look. Not because he looks bad with long hair, but because it looks like it takes a lot of upkeep. And a man who is working 3rd shift at a bus station and lives in a halfway house/SRO building doesn't seem like he'd have a strict hair care regimen to make it appear perfectly tamed at all time. Seriously, at one point I had to ask out loud, "I wonder if they curl the ends with a curling iron or do they use rollers?"

This may be the first TV show I ever saw Chi McBride in. Despite seeing him on plenty of TV shows and films over the years, I never knew he had such a lovely singing voice. I'm glad they gave him a chance to share his singing talent. His version of "Danny Boy" in season 1 was very good.

The 2 corrupt police officers who blatantly flaunt their bias and awfulness are both funny and a great commentary on what was happening in America at the time (i.e., the Rodney King police beating, and the aftermath of the verdict was still very fresh in everyone's minds then). Sadly, it is an evergreen topic for the U.S., but I think it says a lot about the writers for TJLS that they attacked the subject so openly and didn't shy away of being critical of police or lampooning them. I don't think a modern American sitcom would approach the subject so brazenly and unapologetically today. JL has said in a number of interviews that the show was kind of ahead of its time. And I'm inclined to agree with him, at least in some areas.

It's so cool going back to watch old TV shows and catching actors who have now become bigger names in the business. I just watched an episode with Jane Lynch working as a mental health care professional. Of course, this was way before she found success on Glee and The 40-Year-Old Virgin.

Does JL manage to work in a reference to Samuel Beckett into everything he works on starting with this series? It's starting to function as his own career Easter egg at this point. I'm not complaining. Just wondering.

I know Don Reo created the show, but I suspect JL had a small amount of his life's adventures and details shape the John Hemingway character (like the Beckett references, his running commentary on anything that happened in the 1960s, his openness about being friends with anyone from any background, etc.). But the only way to truly know this is for JL to 1) tell us in Q&As or interviews, or 2) write an autobiography already, dammit!

In s2e1 "Changes," JL sits down in a chair by swinging his leg over the back of it, and I immediately thought of the Riker Maneuver. I know JL did it before Jonathan Frakes on TNG, but it will always be the Riker Maneuver to me.

Another way the show was ahead of its time was in its portrayal of sex workers and trans people. Most of the time, it's played for comedy on the show (I mean, it is a sitcom after all), but there's a very real attempt to share stories of Carly, Teddi and Pat that are humanizing. Teddi and Pat are trans sex workers, but they are accepted by most (not the male cop) and aren't just the butt of jokes. They even get included in simple things like group poker games and asked to watch the lunch counter when Dexter runs off to do something or other. That might seem like not a big deal, but at that time (the mid-90s), most inclusion of hookers and trans folks on TV usually involved heavy drama like trying to save them from their lives or begrudgingly acknowledging that they were a part of society with disdain and ridicule. And the overall acceptance of Carly as a friend and possible love interest without trying to save her or judge her was also a bit ahead of its time. And when there were moments of judgment, they were faced head on and challenged.

[novankenn]

Coco's Search for a WAIFU or The Purgatory of Jaune

= Four = (Master Chapter List)

Not trusting Coco, Velvet kept a hand on her collar as the pair of second years tailed the first year student, going so far as to follow him into the unisex locker room. Staying out of sight, they watched as Jaune went to his locker and pulled out a towel and some hygiene products, before heading to the men's side of the showers.

Velvet: Still waiting...

Coco: five more minutes.

Velvet: Until what?

Coco: Just (shows Velvet the timer on her scroll) five more minutes.

Coco swallowed nervously as she felt Velvet's hand tighten upon her collar as the pair watched the time count down. As the display blinked zero, velvet turned her full attention on Coco, a malicious grin crossing her normally peaceful features.

Velvet: Times up.

Coco: (choking) W...w...w...wa...wai... wait.

The sound of bare feet slapping on tiles caused Velvet to loosen her grip on Coco. Velvet kept staring directly into Coco's as they heard a locker door open.

Velvet: (Whispering) You are going to...

Jaune: *High Pitched Girlish Scream

Velvet winced, which caused her to let go of Coco, who took the chance to peek around the lockers.

Coco: (Squealing) OMG she's so adorable!

Jaune: What the fuck happened to me!!!

Velvet: (Looking about the corner of the lockers) Jaune?

Jaune: (Now hastily trying to find anything that would fit her petite form.) No, no, no, no, no, no, no.... this can't be real...

Coco: It worked... she's adorable... and precious...

Velvet: (Yanks Coco back around the corner) What DID you do?

SLAM

Jaune: Is... is... is someone there?

Velvet bit her lip, cursing herself for shoving Coco against the lockers that hard.

Jaune: Please... is someone is there... I could use some help... I think? Please?

Coco pushes Velvet back and high tails it around the corner, scooping up the barely over four foot tall loli, that used to be the just over six foot tall Jaune Arc.

Jaune: COCO!?!

Coco: Don't worry, sweetie, momma will take good care of you.

Velvet: (Recovered from Coco's push, walks about the corner, glaring) Coco what did y... (Velvet choked at seeing a red-faced Jaune cradled in Coco's arms.)

Jaune: (crying) Help me? I don't know what is going on?

Coco: Hush, now. It's okay, Auntie Velvet and Mommy Coco are here to take care of you.

Velvet: Auntie? Mommy?

Coco: Bun-Bun check our lockers, see if there's a shirt or something Jaune can wear like a dress.

It took five minutes, but Velvet was able to find something and Coco was able to finally get Jaune to stop crying. She even stayed still long enough for Coco to style her absurdly long golden blond hair into a pair of twin-tails. Which for some reason pleased Jaune immensely.

Velvet: (Whispering to Coco as Jaune looked at herself in the mirror on the door of Coco's locker) Explain. Now!

Coco: (Returning the whisper) After. We need to see this darling back to our dorm safely.

Velvet: (Still whispering) NO! Jaune is going back to his... her dorm!

Coco: (Also still whispering) Who will take care of the little angel? She can't be left alone... what... what if she ran into Cardin?

Velvet: ...

Coco: Our dorm, it is. (Turns to Jaune) Sweetie, come take my hand we'll go back to the room okay?

Jaune: Okay mommy Coco.

Coco's brain froze, and her heart stopped, her eyes wide in pure utter joy. It wasn't what she expected from Ozpin's first concoction, but she wasn't going to complain about spending time with the precious little angel. She always thought she wanted to have children at some point... this was just confirming it.

Velvet just looked on, a sense of defeat filling her. Coco did something, and until she could get her alone, Velvet wasn't going to get any answers from the fashionista. Picking Up Jaune's scroll, Velvet flicked Coco in the nose to snap her out of her fantasies.

Jaune: Can I watch "Super Magical Garment Bunny Faunus Girl?"

Velvet: We'll see when we get back to the room. Okay?

Jaune: Okay, Auntie.

Velvet felt her chest tighten. It was almost too much adorable sweetness for her to handle, but she had to. Someone had to figure out Coco's game, and put a stop to it.

[snowboyclarkov]

Beyblade Trope Pantheon - Metal Saga

TVTropes has a fun activity called the Pantheon, which relates to different characters being the god or pinnacle of a certain trope and creating a beyond absurdly big cross-over out of it, in which the largest threat by far is Galeem whose power and light/order-based genocide across multiverses and time itself annihilated the entire thing save for one miraculous survivor. Saying Galeem caused the entire Pantheon to freak out would be the understatement of the eon. Even more so when Dharkon turned up and tried it's own darkness/chaos-based existence-wide bout of 'everybody is dead'.

I decided to do the same for both Metal Fight Beyblade and Beyblade Burst. Not Bakuten Shoot Beyblade as I don't have enough like for the original series.

Listed below is a list of each person, their assigned trope and a description of said trope. This is the Metal Fight Beyblade version.

Metal Fight Beyblade:

Gingka Hagane - Good Is Not Dumb -> Someone who is good gets underestimated because of it.

Tsubasa Otori - Long-Haired Pretty Boy -> A pretty boy with long hair.

Yu Tendo - The Nicknamer -> Someone who nicknames other people.

Madoka Amano - Wrench Wench -> Female, self-confident, and talented mechanic.

Masamune Kadoya - Almighty Janitor -> Low in rank, but high in power.

Zeo Abyss - From Nobody To Nightmare -> Someone evolves from humble beginnings to terrifying infamy.

Toby - Only Sane Man -> The one rational, well-adjusted person in a group of people who are, in a certain situation or just generally, weird.

King - I Am Not Left-Handed -> I was holding back. Now I won't.

Kyoya Tategami - Informed Loner -> Someone is said to be asocial, yet hangs out with others all the time.

Nile - Super Mode -> A state where a person's abilities and skills are temporarily boosted. Often done by technique or with special items.

Demure - The Smart Guy -> The main brain of the team.

Benkei Hanawa - Hero-Worshipper -> A side person who idolizes the hero for their adventures.

Dashan Wang - Reasonable Authority Figure -> An authority figure who tries to listen to what their underlings have to say and help the heroes in their quest.

Chi-Yun Li - Third-Person Person -> Somebody refers to themself in the third person.

Chao Xin - Brilliant, But Lazy -> A genius/talented slacker.

Mei-Mei - Malaproper -> The ward sounds wrought, but isn't.

Argo Garcia - Freudian Excuse Is No Excuse -> Being acknowledged that, although you have a dark & troubled past/Freudian excuse, you're responsible for your actions now.

Ian Garcia - Hoist By His Own Petard -> Someone's own tactics backfire on them.

Selen Garcia - Know When To Fold 'Em -> Sometimes, giving up or quitting is the best option.

Enzo Garcia - ???

Damian Hart - Satanic Archetype -> An evil-doer modelled after Satan.

Jack - Camp Gay -> Homosexual men with stereotypically girly traits.

Faust - Gone Horribly Right -> A plan succeeds but with unfavourable consequences.

Ziggurat - Villains Never Lie -> A villain manipulates the hero by telling the truth.

Julian Konzern - The Perfectionist -> A person who wants everything to be correct and flawless.

Wales - Jerkass -> A foul-mouthed, hostile or otherwise unpleasant person.

Sophie - Nice Girl -> A genuinely & overall friendly, kind-hearted, psychologically well-balanced, and non-villainous girl.

Klaus - The Juggernaut -> Someone who's damn near unstoppable.

Aleksei - Nerds Are Sexy -> Someone is a nerd and is sexy to other people because of it.

Lera - Action Girl -> A tough, female, badass fighter.

Nowaguma - Shrinking Violet -> An insecure and very shy person.

Anton - Cheaters Never Prosper -> Those who cheat are always victim to laser-guided karma.

Yuki Mizusawa - Brainy Brunette -> An intelligent person who happens to have brown hair.

Dynamis - You Can't Fight Fate -> Being unable to prevent what's been foretold.

Chris - Nigh-Invulnerable -> Near-impossible to hurt.

Aguma - The Big Guy -> A team member who specializes in physical jobs/fighting.

Tithi - I Just Want To Have Friends -> A friendless person wants to have companions.

Nemesis - Eldritch Abomination -> A huge, bizarre, and/or horrific entity that defies the laws of reality within a verse and is incomprehensible to the people.

Rago - Master Of All -> Someone that excels in all categories, to the extent that specialists are redundant.

Pluto - Evil Genius -> An extremely smart villain whose intelligence is their most important skill.

Johannes - Cat Boy -> Human boy that's a little bit feline.

Cycnus - Black Eyes Of Evil -> Someone's villainy is signified by the blackness of their eyes.

Herschel - Bald Of Evil -> Nothing screams 'villain' like a shaven top.

Keyser - Scarf Of Asskicking -> A scarf worn by a badass specifically to call attention to the fact that they are a badass.

Doji - Determinator -> Someone that never gives up and never surrenders on their goal, no matter the circumstance.

Reiji Mizuchi - Hated By All -> Someone hated by everyone.

Tetsuya Watarigani - The Beastmaster -> Someone that can intimately communicate with & control fauna.

Tobio Oike - Cold Sniper -> A marksman who is both physically & psychologically distant.

Ryutaro Fukami - Foreshadowing -> An allusion or clue hinting at an upcoming revelation or event.

Dan/Reiki Sodo - Those Two Guys -> A pair of minor people serving as a mundane Greek Chorus.

Kumasuke/Kumaji/Kumata Kumade - Bears Are Bad News -> Bears: do not mess with them. They will kill you.

Ryuga - World's Strongest Man -> One who's stronger than any other person.

Kenta Yumiya - The Unchosen One -> Self-made hero.

Hikaru Hasama - Heroic B.S.o.D. -> A heroic person shuts down mentally as a result of something traumatic.

Hokuto - Butt-Monkey -> Things very rarely go right for this person.

Hyoma - Childhood Friend -> Childhood friends are more special than normal ones.

Ryo Hagane - Sink-Or-Swim Mentor -> This mentor won't go easy on you just because you're a novice.

Teru Saotome - Career-Ending Injury -> Someone unexpectedly suffers an illness/injury or one they already knew about abruptly worsens, making them unable to pursue their goals or career.

Sora Akatsuki - Unskilled, But Strong -> What they lack in skill & experience, they make up for in raw power.

Busujima - Combat Pragmatist -> Does whatever possible to win a fight - rules and honour be damned.

Jigsaw - Break The Haughty -> An arrogant (and often unsympathetic) person is humbled (usually) by a terrible experience.

Helios - The Power Of The Sun -> A person or device has the ability to either harness or replicate the sun's power and properties.

Bakim - Omnicidal Maniac -> The villain maliciously wants to destroy their setting's world and kill all who live in it.

[demonoftheseas]

Why do you like Twilight Sparkle? What are your favourite things about her?

OKAY OKAY OKAY. So. Twilight Sparkle. I'm honestly just gonna give you a whole sorta backstory to this whole thing because I feel like it.

I don't exactly have a specific TIME that I started really enjoying her? It was a gradual sort of buildup overtime to where she became my favorite pony, but she wasn't my favorite when I was little. I was a Rainbow Dash kid <3 I loved Rainbow Dash forever and ever and ever... Also Ditzy Doo. Ditzy was also one of my favorites!! I HAD THAT OLD MUFFINS FIGURINE OF HER?? if anypony knows which one im talking about its the one with the black packaging and just a muffin as her name. I HAD THAT ONE!! FUCKING HAD IT!!!!! And i had the rainbow dash one too.

Anyways this is a Twilight Post I swear I just wanted you guys to know . that i had that. i like mentioning it.

I suppose as I grew older and became more aware of a ton of my struggles in life she became more relatable? I mean, she was always funny, I always liked Twilight even before then, but it was when I really started relating with her that I started loving her character, y'know? GODDD I just see so much of myself in her, not just her anxieties with her studies but her interest in books and research and stuff!! And how she wasn't really that social with other ponies- AND the need to overprepare and know everything about a subject? Also her sarcasm or bluntness in the earlier seasons? And her kind of parental or sibling-like relationship with Spike? Also the amount of responsibility she has??? And her fear of failure??? A lot of it just reminds me of myself and I feel her stress and her worries and her joys y'know. Her willingness to wanna help and stuff too... Like. Uhm. Excuse me why are we the same person. Okay maybe im just saying she was a 'gifted kid' and so am I and I could've summarized it with that but I REFUSE to. this is MY twilight sparkle appreciation post and I make the descision on how fucking absurdly long it is.

her being super gifted isnt her whole entire personality though i also feel like a lot of her decisions would be ones i would make in those situations? like from an outside watching perspective it seems like id do it differently but no. girl. its just cuz i know whats gonna happen is why id do it differently if you get what im saying. shes like me if i had a little more confidence in my abilities for stuff. i love her so much. Also I guess I feel like it's a little more obvious that she's not a perfect pony? But still a good person. Which makes me happy. I mean the same could be said for the rest of the main six but I think because it feels like her smarts and everything feel like a really big part of her character it feels more obvious to me? Or maybe I just sound a little silly rn who knows. Don't look at me . maybe I'm looking too deep into it </333 Im gonna feel like I'm 5 when I say this but I also just think Twilight is really fucking cool and badass and I love her for that... SHES SO POWERFUL?? AND AWESOME???? oh my god she kicks ass man you NEED to believe me you NEED to look me in the eyes and accept this. i do not care about starlight i dont care about sunset . Twilight is the MAN yknow...

also design wise i really like her ? ? ? Im usually not much of a purple fan but somethin about her makes my eyes happy. I LOVEE the purple and the pink and how her cutiemark looks and honestly i ADORE her being an alicorn. Unicorn twilight is iconic but alicorn twilight is fucking awesome as well. Literally dont even speak to me right now its so fucking cool. UGHHHH . Also all the stuff people do with drawing her when redesigning her in those little challenges? Its not even canon or anything but I love how people interpret her! I love how people add yellows to her design or make her pelt darker.. its just a design you can do so much with and make her look so majestic or cool and GOSH . people who put her hair up in a bun i owe my life to you. she is so me like that.

HAVE I MENTIONED HOW HER EPISODES ARE MY FAVORITE?????? so many of the episodes that have her as the main focus or one of the main characters are the ones i remember and love the most. The Celestia and Twilight theater one??? The blimp cruise with her family one???? LESSON ZERO??? THE PONY TRIVIA ONE WITH PINKIE??? TICKET MASTER??? its not twilight centric but i also love the scenes she has in the mirror pool pinkie episode. fucking great. PHENOMENAL. UGH. oh my god where do i begin. where do i begin where am I supposed to START??? theyre all so enjoyable. not that i dont love other character focused episodes, i just love seeing the ones that feature Twilight the most. Also her part in Trade Ya! is silly I think it's fun. I always love when they mention the fact Twilight is literally an Alicorn just right out in public. Just a full on princess out in ponyville dude. i also just have a liking towards main character characters I think. I have a terrible problem with it i have a horrible disease that makes me REALLY fucking like main characters of media a lot. what is my problem. I LVOE ALICORN TWILIGHT HAVE I SAID THAT . I HAVENT . I HAVE. I DONT CARE I LOVE ALICORN TWILGITH SPARKLE. they did her final design a little dirty but otherwise... queen... i love her sm... OH MY GOD IN THAT ONE . STARLIGHT EPISODE WHERE STARLIGHT WAS INTRODUCED . HER LITTLE WING FLAP?? very cute i love it. who made the descision to add that. i love you we're married now. OH MY GOD ALSOS LAOS LAOS . have i mentioned her little 'learning to fly and be an alicorn' era? shes so silly then she's so fucking silly i love you Twilight Sparkle you're an ICON.

99% of what i have left to talk about is small scenes or small little tidbits i love about her as a character . I love how her name was Twilight Twinkle its so cute. I love that she VOICE ACTS HER STORIES?? WHEN SHE READS THEM OUTLOUD??? girl i do that too..... we are literally one in the same. I LOVE HER VOICE TOO!!!!! its very memorable!! I think her picking up and dragging ponies around with her magic is funny too I love when that happens. I have so much more to say but i cant im literally writing an essay man... WAIT I FORGOT TO MENTION HER IN THE DISCORD EPISODE??? here comes tom man. ... SHES SO FUNNY THEN TOO SHE IS SO COMPLETELY DONE WITH THIS BULLSHIT . </3 OH M GOD AND TWILGIHT SPARKLE IN THE MOVIE TOO. i love how they wrote her in the movie? She feels like she got more of her original sarcasm back and it was really fun. HER AND TEMPEST TOO?? im not a shipping kind of person, i dont care, but i think they should kiss. or her and rainbow dash. or her and rarity. or her and pinkie pie. or her and applejack. or her and fluttershy. or her an okay now im done. probably. who knows. Twilight Sparkle forever. everyone who doesnt like her i hope your pillow is the opposite temperature you want it to be.

[oc6lar]

  ─ 𑁦 *   hello ! 👁️ you're currently reading the pinned post of a selective writing blog made for the universe's darling boy , GOJO SATORU from akutami's jujutsu kaisen . while this blog will contain triggering themes ( which are listed below - ) i will try my best to tag everything accordingly but it's best to approach with caution . by nassy . rules and verses are below the cut . (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

       ─  PORTRAYAL : i will try to stick to the anime as i've never read manga . he's basically what you see on the screen though i tend to stick to some themes such as being a god , killing gods , longing , being one with the external world as a whole . gojo is your friendly freak who's absurdly overpowered and just too strong .

       ─   MUN : i'm nassy . i used to have my gojo on @6cular before it was snatched from me but hehe here we are . blogroll - /wellfell , /crue11 , /r4bidog . i'm a friendly gal as long as you don't take my silence for ignorance . i'm currently trying to get my visa and work in poland and i'm almost always busy , i don't ignore ic and ooc messages . sometimes i just don't have an idea how to start something or respond or genuinely busy .

       ─   DNI : if you think gojo doesn't care about his students . thank you .

       ─   SHIPPING / NSFW : i'm gonna be frank with you guys , this freak is the hardest bastard to ship because at some point in one of my verses he turns to god / universe . so i'm gonna be cautious with shipping . i do write nsfw , and quite enjoy it hehe .

   * basics.

name : satoru gōjo

meaning ; japanese verb meaning "to know" or "understand". it is a common masculine japanese given name. satoru is the root of the zen buddhist word satori ( 悟り, enlightenment ) .

occupation : jujutsu sorcerer , the strongest

technique : limitless ( space manipulation , makes him literally untouchable ) , six eyes ( lets him see , understand , solve everyone's cursed technique , the rarest power in jujutsu world ) , cursed technique reversal ( reverses the cursed technique of his opponent , even curses ) , cursed speech ( he can commune without vocalizing anything )

domain : unlimited void

age : verse dependent ( dies when he's 28 )

marital status : single

sexual preference : bisexual

eyes : breathtakingly blue , piercing the soul , usually people are incapable of staring at them for too long

hair : dandelion white , messy , soft

overall looks : way too handsome for his own good , possesses the sweet and youthful face despite his sharp cheekbones and jaw . 砂糖顏 / sugar face .

height : 6'6" ( 200 cm )

   * verses.

   ─   i. the default . as seen in the first season after his blue summer arc . gojo is a teacher at jujutsu tech , the worst one probably . he cares about people dear to him as much as being the strongest lets him . he loves megumi but ngl his favorite guy is itadori . funny kid . ( age ; 20 - 28 )

   ─   ii. blue summer . when gojo himself was a student at jujutsu tech . he's more reckless and brags about his power left and right , loud and annoying . the biggest brat ever . he learned a lot , matured , after geto left him , unfortunately .

   ─   iii. godjo . an abstract explanation of being a god , being the universe . his death didn't happen as easy as it did in the manga ; he didn't let go , he didn't disappear . he's now everything and everyone , feels every atom of the whole universe .

   ─   iv. fantasy / elden ring . a young god , who killed half of the ancient gods , planning to kill more . ♡

[randomreadingtimewithtsuki]

Strange request so feel free to delete. Byakuya & Shunsui reaction to finding their partner after years with a child (they'll find out the child is theirs), later they find that their partner was scared to tell them about their pregnacy and ran away. Sorry for my English. Thanks!

Hello! Thank you for requesting and I am sorry for the delay!

I work full time and i got awfully sick :)

No need to apologize about your english! Know another language is tough!

I hope this is of your liking! Please let me know what you think!

Tsuki's note: I had a hard time coming up with a reason for the pregnancy so I just skipped it completely. I don't think either of them would do that just because? They both seem very, let's say, responsible with adulting matters.

Oh and I got carried away again so… Byakuya only! Sorry. I should be more careful, it's the second time I go overboard....

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Byakuya:

• You met by chance while he was strolling around the villages. The man likes flowers and he was on his way to buy them.

• Met you at the flower shop with a little child, asking to get a red rose.

• When he sees you with the little kid his thought was literally " oh"

• He was lowkey disappointed. You were gone for so long and next time he finally sees you, you have a child.

• You didn't seem to have noticed his presence yet. So he took this chance to give the kid the rose they wanted.

• Upon receiving the gift, the child happily, yet shyly took it and with a beaming smile told you a million times " mommy look! Look! The captain gave me a flower!"

• That little happy face made Byakuya smile. He could also notice this child had black hair and your eye color. Their smile seemed somewhat familiar to him.

• You glanced at Byakuya, flinching a bit at the scene, but soon smiling at your child: " that's wonderful! Have you thanked him?"

• The child cheerfully said his thanks and proceeded to be mesmerized by the flower.

• Byakuya took this chance to talk to you. Which at first we're only awkward small talk. Until you intruded your child to him: " I… I didn't know you got married Y/N, congratulations"

• There was a hint of sadness to his tone. You just wavered your hand and in a whisper you said " That's because I didn't…"

• Byakuya just blinked. He was starting to get mad, at whoever got you pregnant and left. But he kept his composure: " Then… The child…?"

• You cleared your throat and smiled awkwardly: " well… things happens I guess"

• He pondered your answer for a bit. The child was now clinging to your clothes saying something non stop.

• Byakuya kneeled at the child's height and asked them their age. They gave a little thought and replied with a 4.

• He smiled at the child, so young and really like flowers. He patted the child's head. The whole time you were holding your breath, nervous about what else would happen.

• Your nervousness didn't go by unnoticed. Byakuya lifted his head: " is there something wrong?"

• You strutted a no with an awkward smile. You knew he didn't buy it. Yet he only sighed, got up and told you " if you need something, anything, just tell me."

• You nodded. He soon said his goodbye and left. You sighed in relief.

• On his way back, Byakuya couldn't help but think about you and a 4 years old child… curious, that's around the last time he saw you.

• It took him a while to draw the conclusion that the timing was absurdly good. But then again, why would you hide the child from him? Alas it would explain your nervousness.

• He pondered whether to confront you or not. He didn't sleep that night, there was nothing else to ponder. He had to ask you.

• As soon as the sun was up he went to look for you again. It wasn't very easy - he had tried before, but to no avail. You weren't where you used to hang out. You weren't at your favourite shops, you weren't anywhere - this time it was not different.

• But he could ask now. He saw you at the flower shop and the owners could know right?

• They knew where you lived, but it was already late. So he left the questions for another day. Sadly he had duties to fulfill, so he could only try to find you two in 3 days.

• Those were the worst 3 days and nights ever. He didn't sleep, he didn't ate well, couldn't focus.

• You, on the other hand, took this time of delay as relief. He probably didn't notice right?

• After 4 days you heard a knock on your door. You swung the door open and found Byakuya standing there: " Y/N… may I come in?"

• You felt a little chill down the spine. But you smiled and allowed him in. You led him to the living room and made two cups of tea.

• This conversation was tense. He started by asking you if it was just you and the child - you confirmed. Then, he asked where the child was - you said they were napping. Then the final question: why you left all of a sudden.

• You opened and closed your mouth like a fish. He completed his sentence: " I have looked for you. I wanted to see you again, Y/N"

• You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. " Byakuya, I… I had something to…"

• He completed your sentence " raise?"

• You opened your eyes. " yes."

• He sipped his tea before putting the cup back on the table again. He frowned: " Why didn't you tell me?"

• Tears fell down your eyes: " I… I thought it was bad timing. You… I…"

• His stern expression didn't leave. You expected him to be mad, to scream or maybe to say harsh things.

• But instead, he was silent.

• You closed your eyes again :" there was! I am sorry for leaving and… and hiding them away from you! I was so scared, I am a nobody and you? You are from the Kuchiki clan"

• Upon hearing those words, his frown got worse. You braced yourself, but touched your hand: " My status… your status means nothing. There was, no, there is no bad timing ".

• You had a lump on your throat. Nothing else to say, you just cried.

• He reached out to clean your tears : " If they hear you cry they will be sad".

• You were pulled back to reality. He was right. The child would be sad. You took a deep breath and a sip of tea. It all went silent for a few minutes.

• Byakuya finally said something " Could you… could tell me about them?"

• You nodded: " sure, sure. What would you like to know?"

• Byakuya had his gaze on your hand :" Do they know about me?"

• You nodded. They knew. You told your child the truth, it wasn't fair to them.

• Byakuya preceeded to ask a few questions like favourite food, color, if they liked flowers, what they liked to play and so on.

• You answered all of the questions, but you finished with a question of your own: " You know… you can come visit them any time."

• Byakuya smiled at the offer :" I will take it… if they want to see me."

• Unfortunately Byakuya didn't have much time to hang out with you.

• He left and asked you to ask the child if they wanted to come see him. You agreed to it.

• The child was very much happy with the offer. They wanted to spend some time with their dad!

• And so a little visiting routine started. At first Byakuya would come to your house and the conversation was a little awkward. The child was shy around him and it didn't help that Byakuya has a stoic nature.

• But after a few visits they started to get along just fine.

• The child pulled him around to play, to teach about flowers, to just talk. A very sweet view!

• It wasn't long after that he wanted to give his name to the child. You accepted it.

• Then he was taking the child to meet his squad. They had a blast with Renji and Rukia. They were both beyond shocked at first, but soon warmed up to the little one running around.

• Rumors appeared here and there, Byakuya did mostly nothing about them, unless they escalated or were harmful.

• He knew a very specific question was coming from the child soon. If their mom and dad would get together again.

• While that question didn't pop up, he thought of the option through and through. He was ready to take you as his wife in a heartbeat.

• But that would require a private talk with you, which recently has been hard. Your child was always so excited to see him and so attached to you, that it made having some alone time a hard mission.

• So things between you and Byakuya went very slowly. But eventually he did propose to you.

• Of course his clan was not happy about it at all. But the captain didn't really cared, all he wanted was to have you and your little one around him, on an arm's reach.

• He was willing to fight anything to keep you two safe and sound.

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Thanks for reading!

Let me know what you think!

[itsfeckinwimdy]

Favourite Crime - Prologue

Eventual cc!Karlnap x fem!reader (romantic) (soulmate au)

cc!Tommyinnit x reader (platonic) (family)

Reader Pronouns: She/Her.

Summary: Prologue for the Favourite Crime soulmate au series.

Word count: 0.7k (797) words.

Soulmate attribute: A compass points towards your soulmate.

FC Series Masterlist / Soulmate Multi-Series Masterlist / Soulmate Extra’s Masterlist / DSMP Masterlist

Published: 21/10/2021

When you're a child you learn all about soulmates. How people have different soulmate bonds or attributes as they're later called. How some have the same attributes as others and some are more common than others.

But what they don't explain is the finer details.

How when you reach a certain age you can find out what your soulmate attribute will be through the soulmate centre organisation if you don't already know what your attribute is, or if you haven't received an item or hint about your soulmate.

For me, it was a compass.

I remember the appointment when I was fourteen. It was after school on a Friday, three weeks before Christmas. I had been taken out of school earlier and ended up leaving my art book in class and getting yelled at the following Monday, my fellow year nine classmates trying not to laugh in fear of getting detention.

The clinic or centre, whatever your want to call it was clean exactly like a hospital, including the weird clean smell they come with. The office I sat in as I filled out forms with my mother was the only colourful place I saw in that building, the exception being the area where children could go play, and the absurdly long corridor that had makeshift chain bunting across the ceiling.

The woman was nice though. Her name was Sheila, and she had short hair in a bob style as well.

I was told about my soulmate attribute that day. Apparently, I had already been before when I was younger, at least that explained why I wasn't really all too bothered about the whole soulmate attribute and wanting to know desperately who my soulmate was unlike some of my classmates who were already prepared to spread their legs once they met them.

Whilst having the conversation, I recalled the previous time I had been there. A six-year-old me being told about how I would receive a compass that would point to my soulmate, my parents and the scientist/doctor agreeing that it would be better for me to receive my compass when I was older to reduce the chance of me developing any extra mental illnesses that can occur due to the unlikelihood of me meeting my soulmate at a young age.

Of course, the last part was what I was told when I was fourteen, not six.

The woman then made a phone call before someone came into the room holding a locked box. The box was placed on her desk before a clipboard was handed to her to which she ended up signing something on multiple pages before being handed a second clipboard. This one she scanned the barcode on the front page and my mother and I had to sign as proof that I was now being handed the compass that belonged to me, and that the clinic no longer had possession of it.

I still have the compass to this day. It's impossible to lose it somehow. No one knows why but it just is.

The only bad thing about that day was the subtle judgement from the woman once she saw my compass.

You see, it's not uncommon to have multiple soulmates. Even though it happens, having multiple soulmates is not necessarily accepted, at least by the older generations that is.

When having multiple soulmates, there was, unfortunately, a higher chance of not finding them, or of not finding all of them which I guess is where the stigma of having multiple soulmates is bad comes from.

But that didn’t bother me.

I didn’t care if I had multiple soulmates. I didn’t care who the fuck they were (unless they were a really bad person then...). I knew I would find them one day, and then everything would go from there.

But the thing was, the compass was different.

When someone has a compass and multiple soulmates, three things could happen. You could either have multiple compasses where each one corresponds to each soulmate, a compass with multiple needles where each needle points to each soulmate or a stacked compass where you can shift each piece to see the compasses underneath, each corresponding to each soulmate.

The two needles, both different colours, pointed south-west at all times, never changing from the general area they point to. The purple one pointed the furthest north out of the two of them, the orange one further south.

I once travelled to lands end, the furthest point west and south in the UK. They didn’t move. Therefore I was in a different country from them. This making the odds of meeting them even lower.

But I didn’t give up hope. If they were my soulmates then I would meet them one day. Even if it took years.

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[cynicallystiles]

Seasons of Love: The One with Prom Night

Disclaimer: Moodboard made by me. Pictures found on Google!

Author: @cynicallystiles

Request: @itrocksmysocks​ basically requested this by making me obsessed with the triplets a year ago.

Warning: Swearing maybe.

Notes: The long awaited series is here! The whole thing still isn’t finished ahead of time like I wanted. So, we’ll see if I actually stay on schedule with this one. Credit to @thotmendes​ for imagining the triplets into existence about a year ago! Thanks for your patience! Please COMMENT/REBLOG if you enjoy it!

Pairing: Kallie Hayes (OC) x Mendes Triplets

Masterlist Series Masterlist

Chapter One Chapter Three

Words: ~3.6k

She cheers as she pumps her fist in delight. "Yess!" He chuckles while she jumps to her feet and does a cute little dance. "Can we go now??"

"After dinner." He watches her push out her bottom lip and sit down next to him again. "Kallie," he groans slightly. "Mom's almost done with dinner. It'd be rude to skip," he reminds her.

She sighs, scooting in and laying her head on his shoulder to watch the sunset. "You're right," she concedes. "But, right after?" She tilts her head slightly to look up at him.

"Right after," he promises. She goes back to looking at the multitude of colors in the sky, while he rests his head on hers. He loved being the one that she counted on for comfort. It was something that had started on the night of their prom during their last year in high school.

Raul sat on the couch in his living room the night of their last prom of high school. He swirled the thumbsticks of his controller vigorously to complete a challenge while his brothers were in their rooms getting ready.

Prom was in about two hours and despite their and Kallie's begging, he had decided he wasn't going. He didn't have a date (not for lack of girls asking), and he didn't like dressing up anyway. It wasn't his scene and nothing was gonna change his mind.

Peter and Shawn enter the living room in varying degrees of being dressed for the prom. Raul barely looks at them as he continues with his game. "Are you sure you don't wanna come?" Peter questions.

"It's gonna be our last big thing together before graduating," Shawn reminds him. All he does is roll his eyes with a sigh.

Shaking his head, the only thing that sounds in the living room for a moment is the clicking of his controller and the low level of the game on the television. That is until a pounding sounds on the door. The two boys not preoccupied with the game look toward the front of the house.

"Who's that?" Shawn questions.

Peter just shrugs as he takes a step toward the door. "Your fly is still open," Raul points out without looking. Peter looks down and frantically zips it when they hear the door open and rapid footsteps head toward them.

Kallie appears in the entryway, hair already done professionally by the salon she loves but no makeup covering her ivory features. She's breathing heavily and for a moment, Shawn thinks it's because she sprinted from her house down the street.

But then he sees the light glint off of her wet cheeks and notices her red nose and the puffiness forming around her eyes. He rushes over as she fully enters the room and takes her by her shoulders to look over her.

"What happened?? Are you okay?" His eyes don't see anything physically wrong, which is a relief. But, that still begged the question of why she was in such a state.

She sniffles loudly and opens her mouth to explain. "Eli...he, uh," she tries to get through it but she hiccups and her face scrunches up in sadness. "He texted..." a whimper falls from her lips and she can't even finish.

At this point, Raul has paused his game and is turned on the couch to observe the situation. Peter is standing in stunned silence by the other entrance to the room. Shawn carefully takes the phone clutched tightly in her hand to scroll through the messages from her boyfriend.

His eyebrows furrow together and he clenches his jaw. Make that her ex-boyfriend. Without a word, he pulls her into him and carefully lays his hand on the back of her head as not to mess up the stylist's work. He doesn't even care that he's wearing pants without a belt and his shirt isn't buttoned at all.

"I'm gonna kill him," he promises through clenched teeth. No one hurts his best friend and gets away with it. He feels her shake her head as she pulls away.

"No," she murmurs, the tears finally settling down. "I kind of felt this coming...I just didn't expect him to do it on prom night." She sniffles and wipes her nose with the back of her hand. "I don't know if I can go alone and see him with her..."

Shawn shakes his head. "Of course, not. I'm gonna be your date now," he offers.

"Shawn," she sighs. "I'm not letting you ditch your date to take me." Peter steps forward and opens his mouth. "No. Nuhhuh!" She warns as she looks between the two. "Neither of you are dumping your dates for me. I can suck it up for one night."

Shawn and Peter frown. Neither of them thinks that she should have to go alone. How dare he ruin her months of planning to go with another girl. Their thoughts are interrupted by a serious tone, "No, you won't."

The three of them turn at the same time to see Raul standing up and the television has already been turned off. She sniffles again, brows scrunched in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," he sighs, walking over to them. Peter silently does the same. "You're not going to prom alone. I'm gonna take you," he declares.

Peter snorts but quickly tries to cover it up and Shawn starts to laugh. Kallie just stares at him incredulously. "Wha-but you hate this stuff," she points out.

"I don't hate you." He arches one eyebrow and looks away as if that explained everything. She gapes at him for a long moment. "What color is your dress?"

Kallie stutters out, "It's, uh...it's lilac purple. Why?"

"Don't worry about it," Raul instructs and shoves his hands into his sweatpants. "Go home, finish getting ready...I'll be over to pick you up in an hour and a half."

Exchanging bewildered glances with Peter and Shawn, Kallie does as she's told and finishes getting ready at her house. She sits on the couch anxiously after finishing up. Not five minutes later, there's a knock at the door.

She quickly answers it to find Raul a couple of steps back with his head down. Hearing the door, he lifts his eyes from Kallie's feet to her face. His eyes twinkle a tiny bit seeing her all dolled up.

Kallie notes how odd it is that his tie and pocket square match her dress so nicely this last minute. He pulls his hand from behind his back to produce a plastic box with a tastefully sized corsage and boutonnière made of actual lilacs.

She raises her eyebrows. The surprises just kept coming apparently. "Shawn and Peter are picking up their dates. They'll meet us there," Raul clues her in and moves to put the corsage on her left wrist.

Fastening his flower on the lapel of his black jacket, she whispers, "I'm not even gonna ask how you pulled this together so quickly." A slight amusement tinges her voice and a smirk pulls at his lips. "But, thank you..."

"Any time," he responds. She looks up from the lapel. Her green eyes pop against the black of her mascara and the light purple shimmer across her lids. His breath catches slightly before he clears his throat and offers his elbow. "Shall we?"

"We shall," she giggles in return.

Raul was the perfect date the whole night. From pulling out her chair for her to refilling their drinks. Despite all the single girls clamoring for his attention (his bad-boy exterior had every girl crushing hard), he stayed glued to Kallie's side.

And when she sat watching Eli, her ex, dance with the girl he left her for, Raul made sure to take her out to the floor to dance. He made a fool of himself with his long limbs and no idea how to use them. But, it brightened her mood and so he didn't care.

He even slow danced with her, making sure that Eli was looking in her direction when he spun her under his arm producing her beautiful giggle. It was magical. After the king and queen were crowned, he leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Wanna get out of here?"

Kallie nods immediately. Despite having spent ages planning and looking forward to this night, she wanted nothing more than to go do something else with Raul. He laces his fingers with hers and leads her out to his car where he holds open her door.

They find themselves at a local park, walking the concrete running path with absurdly large waffle cones clutched in their hands. She had traded her heels for silver sandals she had packed in case her feet started to hurt. His tie was abandoned in the car, leaving his shirt unbuttoned slightly.

The silence between them was comfortable. It always had been since they started hanging out. He wasn't really much of a talker, and with her, he didn't really need to be. She found comfort in the silence that filled the air between them and she liked that he wasn't one for shallow conversations.

After finishing their cones, they wander across the grass to sit side by side on the swing set. She lets the tip of her toes slowly rock her back and forth. Raul grips the chains of the swing, allowing him to lean back into the open air lazily.

Kallie flips a curl out of her eye as she turns in the swing to face him. "Hey," she says softly.

"Yeah?" He leans back up and shifts to look at her.

She smiles to herself and meets his soft hazel eyes that look more brown in the dark. "Thank you...for being my date tonight." He chuckles slightly and rolls his eyes. "No, I'm serious," she laughs. He returns his gaze to hers while she continues. "You didn't have to save me from embarrassment and you did."

"I didn't," he argues casually. Kallie's eyebrows twitch together briefly. "You were never gonna be an embarrassment, Kallie. Date or no date, you were the prettiest girl there."

A furious blush rises to her cheeks. "Thanks." She smiles despite feeling suddenly nervous under his gaze. Her body shivers and she inhales slightly.

"You're cold," Raul realizes and moves quickly to take off his suit jacket.

"No, I'm fine-" she tries to argue but he's already settling his jacket on her shoulders. Kallie watches how his brows knit together while he makes sure the jacket is securely resting around her. Her eyes flit to his hands where they linger as he plays with one of her curls.

When she looks back up at him, the distance between them is less. Raul looks back up from his hand to her eyes with a soft smile. For the first time since she's known him, Kallie notices how innocent he looks. Normally, he's a bad boy. A player. Innocent wasn't in his vocabulary.

But at that moment, she remembers that he has the same face as her other best friends. The same one as Shawn, who cries while watching romantic dramas with her, and the same one as Peter, who doesn't have an insincere bone in his body. And she wonders how she never saw it.

"It's all fake isn't it?" She blurts out.

He tilts his head curiously. "I don't know what-"

"Your reputation," Kallie interrupts. "You're not a player at all..."

Raul chuckles and hangs his head for a moment. He looks back up and all of his aloofness is gone. "You figured me out."

"Sorry, I didn't sooner," she whispers, her gaze flicking to the playful smirk on his lips. He shakes his head slightly, his smile growing.

Licking his lips, he leans closer. Her breathing gets shallow and her eyelids flutter closed. Raul's lips brush against hers sending a shockwave of goosebumps over her. With a slight jitter, he slides his hand to the back of her neck and pushes his lips forward.

It's a soft kiss. He doesn't kiss too fast, or too much. Just his plush lips against hers for a few long moments. Raul doesn't want to pressure her or make her uncomfortable. It was sweet. When he pulls back, he nudges his nose against hers and swipes his thumb along her cheek quickly.

She lets out a tiny, content breath and opens her eyes. Before she can say anything, a buzzing sound startles her. Kallie clutches her chest and giggles while Raul reaches carefully into an inside pocket of his jacket.

"Yeah?" He deadpans when he puts the phone to his ear.

"Yeah? Man, where did you guys go?! You've been gone for like an hour!"

Kallie chuckles when she hears the boys on the other side of the line. He rolls his eyes and responds, "We left. Whole thing was getting lame."

She watches carefully at how easily he puts on the disinterested tone. It really marveled her to watch him play the part. As she tunes back into the conversation, she hears the end of it.

"Yeah, we'll meet you at home. Drop your dates off at home...this is for Musketeers only." With that, he hangs up and looks at Kallie with a wink. "Let's go."

He grabs her hand and stands up to lead her back to the car. When they meet back up with Shawn and Peter, the two automatically act like nothing had happened. But both of them never forgot about it.

It was an innocent kiss. One that was a result of being caught up in the moment. Kallie didn't know why he had kissed her that night, or even why she kissed him back. But, she never brought it up. So, neither did he.

The two of them head back into the house and settle in at the table for dinner. Neither of them notices the slightly curious looks from Shawn and Peter. Or if they do, they ignore them. Dinner is yummy as usual, but a little less energetic than it would have been if not for the sale of the cabin.

Kallie and Peter help Karen clear the table and load the dishwasher before heading back into the living room. Shawn and Raul have already immersed themselves in a video game round and they're equally matched. She clears her throat loudly from behind the couch.

Shawn answers before Raul can, "One sec, Kal. I've almost got him, then we can chill."

"Sure, you do," Raul chuckles as he promptly wins the round and sets the controller on the coffee table in front of them. "I promised her ice cream after dinner," he explains as he stands up.

Peter plops down in his seat and picks up the controller to play with Shawn, but he sets his down as well. "Oh, sweet. Let me get my jacket and we can all get some," he says happily unaware as he heads toward the stairs.

"Actually," Kallie calls after him with an apologetic look, "this is kind of just me and Raul's thing. Like a tradition..." Her voice is soft as she lets him down gently. It was never easy for her to exclude any of the boys from her activities with the others. But, they all had their separate things with her. It was only fair.

Peter sinks lower into the couch, the awkwardness from the exclusion making him uncomfortable. "Right..." Shawn concedes slowly.

It stung a little considering this was the first time she was admitting to having a 'special' thing to do with him. He was okay when it was with Peter because he didn't feel threatened by him anymore. But, with Raul it's different. He's always had the jealousy bug when it comes to him and he could never quite shake it.

Seeing the disappointed look, she crosses the room and pulls him into a hug by his neck. He returns it gratefully while sneaking a glare in Raul's direction. He just rolls his eyes at the envy. "Stop that," she whispers, knowing what he thinks he's getting away with. "I'll text you after he drops me off," she promises.

"Okay." He grins into her shoulder at that comment, knowing that he'll be the last one she sees tonight.

After releasing Shawn, she heads over to the couch and leans down to kiss Peter on the cheek. He returns the gesture softly like he always does. "See you at breakfast," he says quietly with a smile. Peter never seemed to care that she split her time with all three of them. He was just happy that she enjoyed the time they spent together as much as he did.

"Not if I see you first, Picasso," she responds playfully with a wink.

Raul grabs the helmets for his motorcycle and leads her outside. She gives one last tiny wave before closing the door. Shawn immediately sits back down to resume the game with Peter. As the two click away on their controllers, Shawn breaks the silence.

"You have to tell me that you're at least bothered by her getting on that death trap with him," he laments exasperatedly.

Peter shrugs one shoulder. "Yes! Of course, it bothers me," he sighs. "But, I have to trust that even though he's reckless...he would never be reckless with her."

"...you're right. That helps," Shawn breathes out, a little calm washing over him at Peter's wise words. Though he said the words out loud, and also had her promise, there was still a little weight in his chest that wouldn't go away until the next time he sees her.

Later that night, Shawn paces around his room with occasional glances out his window to see if Raul was home. It was just before midnight and they had already been out for hours. There was no way that they had only gone out for ice cream. They had to be doing something else.

The rest of the house is asleep when the sound of Raul's motorcycle cut through Shawn's anxious thoughts. He quickly scrambles to turn off his desk lamp so it doesn't seem like he was waiting up. Though, he peeks through his blinds to watch him walk up the driveway to the porch.

Once he was out of sight, Shawn jumps into bed and pretends to be asleep as he hears Raul try to creep past his door to his own room. He was terrible at being stealthy. Shawn waits for the opening and close of Raul's door before sitting up in bed.

He glances at his phone, counting backward, "Three...two...one..." Like clockwork, Kallie's name flashes across his screen and he grabs it on his way out the door. He didn't need to read it, it always said the same thing.

He creeps downstairs, much better than Raul ever could, and quietly leaves out the front door. He pauses under the roof of the porch to throw his hood up and then takes off at a sprint down the street. Shawn hasn't even broken a sweat by the time he reaches her backyard.

Shawn sends a short text as he looks up at her window and waits. The lamp next to the window turns on and it quietly shifts open. Kallie leans out over the sill to beam down at him. "You're getting slower, Mendes," she teases.

"As if, Hayes," he scoffs. "Send it down," he demands impatiently.

She rolls her eyes and disappears from the window before a rope ladder unfolds down the side of the house. He begins to climb the homemade contraption, quickly but carefully. They had to get innovative after Shawn almost broke the trellis he used to climb and they almost got caught.

After carefully maneuvering through the window, Shawn helps her tuck the ladder back under her bed for now. He kicks off his shoes and takes off his jacket as she closes the window and her blinds before turning back to him. She leans against it coyly with her legs crossed.

Shawn can't help the way his eyes trail up the smooth skin of her legs to her pajama shorts. Kallie notices and raises a brow at him. "Stare much?" She chuckles as she stands and walks toward him.

"Well," he begins, his cheeks slightly red. He meets her in the middle of the room at the foot of her bed. "I can't really help it," he laughs.

She looks up at him, the foot of height difference stretching between them. "Is that right?" She smirks. He shrugs, returning the same look. Slowly, she grabs the hem of her shirt and twists it over her head. Nothing underneath but bare, soft skin.

Shawn chuckles, the sound coming out strangled and weak. He chews on the inside of his cheek as he smiles reluctantly. "That's not fair," he groans out.

"It isn't?" She plays innocent as she closes the space between them. He shakes his head, not hiding the flicker of his gaze to her chest. Kallie stands on her tiptoes as she rests her hands on Shawn's chest to whisper in his ear, "Then, why don't you do something about it?"

His eyes immediately gaze into hers, the lamplight making his usual dark brown eyes seem slightly golden. He grabs her suddenly by the waist, pulling her hips against his. She lets out a surprised gasp as her hands slide to his biceps. "I will," he almost growls.

With that, he leans down and crashes his lips into hers.

[evendeadlmthehero]

The Five Year Promise: The Snap (5/10)

Summary: Y/N Stark, 20 year old superhero, makes a promise with a 16 year old Peter Parker after being cheated on, that if she hasn’t found love in the next 5 years, they’d finally go on a date. Then the snap happens. Y/N is gone and Peter isn’t

Warnings: lots of angst and swearing

Twitter// buckyslemons

The Five Year Promise Masterlist

A/N: no one told me how to add read more in my posts on a MOBILE APP, not the laptop so if I see comments saying to add ‘read more’, either teach me or please be quiet.

You and your father were hidden from above watching as needles started to come in contact Dr. Strange's face, causing an obviously painful whitish subcutaneous glow at each touch. “Give me the stone!”

You watch, trying to plan your next move before something taps your shoulder. You raise your hand to it, ready to shoot, but then see what it is and stand down. It was Strange’s cloak. Your father looked at it confusedly. “Wow you're a seriously loyal piece of outerwear, aren't you?”

Suddenly you hear someone drop down before you, making both you and your father turn around. “Yeah, uh, speaking of loyalty.”

“What the-“

“I know what you're both gonna say,” Peter begun as he raised his hands up. He watched as your face turned into one of anger.

“You should not be here,” your father had muttered, shaking his head at both of you. “I did not want either of you here.”

“I was gonna go home-“

“I don't wanna hear it.”

“But it was such a long way down and I just thought about you both,” Peter spoke, glancing at you specifically.

“You’re such an idiot peter!” You told him, anger coursing throughout your body. “My father and I could’ve handled this! This isn’t a fucking game peter, this is a one way ticket!”

“Don’t you think I get that-“

“Obviously not!” You cut him off, taking a step closer to him. “You can’t just risk your life recklessly like that!”

“You’re doing the same thing!” Peter spoke back, his turn to get angry. “I don’t get why it’s so bad when I do it!”

“Because you’re a damn kid Peter!” You yelled back at him. His face dropped for a second before looking at the floor as he played with his fingers. “You do things out of pure instinct. Not thinking that two avengers plus a wizard was enough as it is.”

‘Just a kid,’ he had though. ‘Just a little kid.’

“Come on guys,” your father breathed in heavily as he took you both to the viewpoint as tension between you and Peter rose. “We got a situation. See him down there? He's in trouble. What's our plan? Go.”

“Um. Okay, okay,” Peter spoke, trying to forget what you had said earlier on and concentrate. He had to prove you wrong. That he wasn’t a impulsive teenager. That he was an asset. He and the Cloak then popped back upright. “Okay. Did you ever see this really old movie, Aliens?”

-

“Painful aren't they?” You heard maw speak as he poked Stephen with needles, making him scream. “They were originally designed for microsurgery. And any one of them-“

He stops as he hears a thump behind him. Maw turns to see Iron Man standing there, hand repulsors ready to fire. Ebony Maw’s face remained unchanged as he looked at your father. “Could end your friend's life in an instant.”

Your dad shrugged, acting like he didn’t care. “Gotta tell you, he's not really my friend. Saving his life is more a professional courtesy.”

Maw walks slowly towards your father, beckoning very large, very solid metal objects to float behind him. “You've saved nothing. Your powers are inconsequential compared to mine.”

Your father remained unbothered as he sighed. You readied into position, your fists pointed towards the wall of the spaceship. “Yeah, but the kid's seen more movies.”

You let out a quantum blast which pierces the side of the ship to Maw's right and begins to suck everything out with depressurization, especially Maw and his large objects. Dr. Strange is pulled loose of his pinnings, loses the needles, but also heads for the hole, helpless to resist. The Cape wraps around his arm and an anchor point, but Dr. Strange's arm slips loose and he keeps going.

You are also struggling to hold tight to the pipe attached to the wall. Peter sees this and shoots a web strand at Dr. Strange and you with one hand, while he holds onto a piece of the ship with the other. It breaks, sending them both towards space when his Iron-Spider suit's metal arms brace him to keep him from being sucked out. Fortunately, Dr. Strange is still surrounded by the ship's atmosphere making haste to leave.

“Yes!” Peter yelled excitedly as spider-legs came out of his suit. “Wait what are those!”

Peter crouches with his new spider-legs, and makes a mighty leap and pulls you both back inside. Your father quickly sprays nanites onto the hole to plug it up. He then walks past Dr. Strange, shaking his head and with his armor retreating into its containment as Dr. Strange gets to his feet and becomes en-Cloaked. “We've gotta turn this ship around.”

“Yeah,” you replied back sarcastically as you walked over and sat on the floor, your back against the wall. “Now he wants to run. Great plan.”

Dr. Strange looked over at you. “No, I want to protect the stone.”

Your dad walked towards the expansive front view-port before speaking. “And I want you to thank me now. Go ahead, I'm listening.”

“For what?” Stephen had scoffed, matching Tony’s ego. “Nearly blasting me into space?”

Your father moved his head to the side looking at Strange absurdly. “Who just saved your magical ass? Me.”

Strange shook his head at your dad, letting out a bitter laugh. “I seriously don't know how you fit your head into that helmet.”

“Admit it.” Your father had spoke, taking a step forward. “You should have ducked out when I told you to. I tried to bench you. You refused.”

“Unlike everyone else in your life, I don't work for you.”

“And due to that fact, we're now in a flying doughnut billions of miles away from Earth with no backup!”

“Can you guys for one secound just shut up!” You cut them both off as you walked over to the ship’s systems, trying to work out what it was doing. “This ship is self-correcting its course. Thing's on autopilot.”

Dr. Strange walks closer to you. “Can we control it? Fly us home?”

“Maybe,” you spoke shaking your head as you looked at the various switches and buttons. “Might take a while but we could get home, gather the remaining Avengers and-“

“-I'm not so sure we should,” your father cut you off as he looked to be in a deep thought. You looked at your father confusedly.

“Under no circumstance can we bring the Time Stone to Thanos,” Strange shot at your father. “I don't think you quite understand what's at stake here.”

Your father stalks over to Strange. “No. It's you who doesn't understand, that Thanos has been inside my head for six years since he sent an army to New York and now he's back! And I don't know what to do. So I'm not so sure if it's a better plan to fight him on our turf or his but you saw what they did, what they can do. At least on his turf, he's not expecting it. So I say we take the fight to him. Doctor. Do you concur?”

Dr. Strange thinks for a secound before nodding his head. “Alright, Stark. We go to him. But you have to understand. if it comes to saving you, your daughter, the kid or the Time Stone, I will not hesitate to let either of you die. I can't, because the fate of the universe depends on it.”

“Nice. Good. Moral compass. We're straight,” your father nods at Strange. He then steps over to Peter, as he formally taps each of Peter's shoulders with the edge of his hand, dubbing him as is done at a knighting. “Alright, kid. You're an Avenger now.”

Your father doesn't look at him as he says those words, knowing well what he is signing him up for. Peter however looks at Tony in disbelief, and then cycles through delight, satisfaction, pride and determination, and braces himself for what's to come. You scoff at your dad, knowing all to well what he was doing. You then look at Peter before shaking your head and storming off to find a quiet place out of here.

“Go after her,” your father spoke, giving Peter a little tap on the back. “See if she’s alright.”

Peter nodded at Tony before going over to where you had stormed off. He walked around for a few minutes before he saw you pacing around in an empty room. “I can’t believe it! I can’t believe he just made you an Avenger! I can’t believe you’ve risked your life for no reason and my dad has made you an Avenger!”

Peter scoffed, walking into to room you were in. “You expect me to stay there while you’re up here!”

“You heard me Peter, it’s a one way ticket!” You stopped pacing to look at him as you waved your arms around. “You should’ve stayed there no matter what happens to me!”

“You don’t fucking get it do you!” Peter yelled in frustration, pushing back his hair as his heart started beating rapidly out of anger and exasperation. “For the smartest person in the world you can be so daft!”

You crossed your arms, looking at Peter as he offended you. “Excuse me?”

“Last week you asked if I liked you. I don’t.” He spoke as he clenched his jaw. Your heart dropped for a moment as you took a step back. “The truth is I love you.”

“Peter,” you mumbled, shaking your head at him. “You don’t even know what love is.”

“And there you again, patronising me,” Peter spat out as he laughed bitterly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“I’m not!” You told him, uncrossing your arms.

“Yes you are! You always do!” He accused you as he pointed a finger at you. “You think because I’m four years younger than you, that I don’t know anything!”

“I’m not saying that, I’m just saying you haven’t been exposed to many things in life yet,” you replied back, trying to get him to understand where you were coming from. Peter wasn’t in love with you, was he? “Love being one of them.”

“Not exposed?” Peter shouted, his face displaying a look of unbelief for your lack of awareness. “I’ve been exposed for years! For years I’ve been exposed to love because of you! I can’t think of anything but you! And you don’t even fucking see it!”

“Pete-“

“No! You don’t get to talk! Because it’s been like this for two years, of you looking at me like I’m some sort of kid! And this watch?” He held up his wrist as he showed you the watch you gave him. “This is because you feel sorry for me! You don’t love me! C’mon Y/N tell me you don’t actually see me more than a brother, because it’s a one way trip, remember! I might not come back to hear the truth!”

“Peter,” you let out a sigh as you pinched your nose. You honestly don’t why you gave him the watch. Maybe you saw potential in the guy, because he sure did pay attention to you. You thought in the future, you might give it a shot. “you’re a nice guy. I though that-“

“That if you exhausted all your options and still didn’t find the one that I was the last person who you’d date,” Peter let out a little chuckle, looking at the floor. “Its fine I get it.”

“Peter, look you might not even ‘love’ me by the end of five years,” you tried to reason with him, taking a step forward. “You might find someone else when that timer hits zero.”

Peter let out another bitter laugh as he walked over toward you, making your breath halt.

“You know how I know that this is what love is?” Peter spoke, looking at you dead in the eye. “Because what you just said sounds fucking impossible.”

-

You, Peter, Tony and Dr. Strange are aboard the ship when you see the surface of a planet approaching. Dr. Strange looked at your father, walking near the window. “I think we're here.”

“I don't think this rig has a self-park function,” your father spoke before looking at you. “Get your hand into this steering gimbal. Close those around it. You understand?”

“Got it,” you replied back. You walk over to the steering wheel that looked like two gloves, as you put your hand in one of the gloves.

Your father places his hand on the other glove. “This was meant for one big guy, so we gotta to move at the same time.”

The ringship is heading straight for the center of what looks like one of a colossal game of jacks. “We might wanna turn. Turn! Turn! Turn!”

Your father armors up as the ringship clips the "jack" obliquely, but still losing a good third of its hull in the collision. Peter throws up his helmet at the same time. Doctor Strange steps between them and creates the Shield of the Seraphim around you all, anticipating a rough landing. The ship, now reduced to about 40%, plows through the dirt and stops, leaning slightly to one side. Doctor Strange helps you and your now de-helmeted father, to your feet. You’re both panting a little from the exertion of arrival. “You alright? That was close. I owe you one.”

Peter descends from above in classically spider-like fashion as all three of you looked at him. “Let me just say, if aliens wind up implanting eggs in my chest or something, and I end up eating you, I'm sorry.”

Your father pointed at Peter like a parent telling off his child. “I don't wanna hear another single pop culture out of you for the rest of the trip. You understand?”

“I'm trying to say that-“ Peter stopped as he looked behind you both. “Something is coming.”

A grenade rolls into view. You, Peter, Strange and Tony get thrown well back when it fires its energy pulse.

“Thanos!” You hear a creature yell as he flings a blade at Doctor Strange, who neatly deflects it with a mystical shield, and in return sends the Cloak of Levitation at the creatures face, half-smothering him and throwing him to the floor. You see what seemed to be a Human attacking your father and due to how close your father was to him, you couldn’t just shoot at him. The man had your father in what seemed to be a magnet.

You opted for your black widow skills and ran toward him, wrapping your legs around his neck, choking him with your thighs.

“Get off me!” The man yelled as he tried to smack you in the head with the back of his gun. You grabbed it with your hand. The man purposely fell backwards to get you off his back, making you see a daze. He then shot an electric current that wrapped around you like a cord. Your dad pulls free of the magnet then runs towards Drax as soon as he sees that Quill had you, putting a foot on his torso.

Quill has you in a head-lock, gun pointed at your head. Doctor Strange has a mystical shield of golden energy up, and stands ready at the third point of the triangle. Mantis had Parker in a coma.

It was a complete mess.

“Alright, everybody, stay where you are, chill the F out,” Quill spoke as he depowered his helmet. “I'm gonna ask you this one time. Where's Gamora?”

Your father spoke, dehelmeting as well. “Yeah, I'll do you one better. Who's Gamora?”

“I’ll do you one better! Why is Gamora?” The creature that was headlocked by your father spoke out.

“What the fuck is wrong with him,” you whispered to yourself as you looked at the creature that your father had under his foot.

“Tell me where the girl is, or I swear to you, I'm gonna French-fry little miss thighs of death!” Quill had spoke, pushing the gun towards your head more.

“Let's do it! You shoot my daughter, I blast him. Let's go!” Your father threatened as he extends his nano-tech cannon, looking uncannily like an electric shark about to eat Drax's face.

“Do it, Quill! I can take it.”

“No, he can't take it!” Mantis yelled back.

“She's right. You can't,” Dr Strange deadpanned.

“Oh yeah? You don't wanna tell me where she is? That's fine. I'll kill all four of you and beat it out of Thanos myself,” the man spoke before looking at you. “Starting with you.”

“Wait, what. Thanos?” Dr Strange spoke, trying to inject clarity and sanity into the situation. “Alright, let me ask you this one time. What master do you serve?”

“What master do I serve? What am I supposed to say? "Jesus"?” The guy spoke making you roll your eyes at him as it dawned to you.

“You're from Earth?” You had asked him, turning around to look at him from the death grip he had you in.

“I’m not from Earth. I'm from Missouri.”

‘Well this was going to be a long day,’ you thought you yourself as you closed you eyes and sighed.

-

Peter and yourself had sat on one of the rocks in the planet which you came to learn was called titan. Despite your predicament and the place in ruins, it was a beautiful place.

Your dad was trying to explain the plan to a group of people who you’d learnt the names of a while ago. The one that looked like a Prey Mantis had the name Mantis. Go figure.

Mantis was currently jumping on what seemed to be a gas emitting from the ground or something, you didn’t know. But what you did know was if Thanos was as strong as others had told you he was, then you guys were in for it. Because you had found a team of some questionable characters.

You sighed, rubbing your temple before facing Peter, who looked like he was ignoring you. “Pete?”

He didn’t respond, staring at the rocks in front of him. You shook your head, playing with your fingers.

“Come one Pete,” you softly spoke, turning around to have your body face him. “We might not come back out of this. We need to talk.”

“Fine,” Peter mumbled, grabbing a rock from the floor and chucking it across. “You go first since I already confessed about how I love you and how apparently it’s not even real.”

You rubbed your eye before biting the bottom of your lip, trying to form some logical explanation on your outburst. You looked around the planet, playing with the material of your suit.

“Truth is Peter, you’re not a kid. You’re smart, mature, attentive and heroic,” you spoke. “But I didn’t give you that watch to risk your life for me. Or to ignore other girls for me. I gave you that watch because if you exhaust all your options, and there’s no one else left, that we give it a go. Because I want to. But I want to make sure you 100% want to and not because I’m the first girl you like.”

Peter’s head moved up at that comment. “That’s the thing. I don’t think I’ll ever find someone like you. And it scares me. So when you gave me that watch...for once I-I felt hopeful. I felt hopeful that we might have something. Maybe not now, but in the future.”

“Exactly Peter,” you spoke, putting your arm around his shoulders as you pointed at his watch. “This is for the future. In the future things change. Things become unpredictable. Hell, you might not want to wear this in a couple of months or years time. But that’s okay. The main thing is when we’re both ready, if we are ready, we’ll give it a shot. It’s just now I can’t. Not because of age primarily but because I just got my heart broken. And you need to meet other girls before you decide what you want. Because once we start, we can’t be friends if things go wrong.”

“I get it,” Peter whispered to himself, rubbing his arm. “You need time. And I need time too. I need time to actually grow. To learn. To be a man. I’m 16 and you’re 21. We both need time. It isn’t right to try now.”

You give Peter a hug which he returns. It’s warm and gives you a feeling of eating a hot chocolate fudge during Christmas. Like home. “I hope the future is kind to us.”

“I hope so too,” Peter replied back as you both pulled away from each other. You then looked at each other’s eyes, for a secound almost lost.

You then awkwardly looked away, your attention once again caught by the Mantis girl as she spoke. “Excuse me, but, does your friend often do that?”

You looked over to where she was pointing, where you see Dr. Strange sitting cross-legged. He was floating slightly above the ground, his hands poised in a mystic gesture with the Time Stone glowing brightly in the Eye of Agamotto setting. Green vapor-like energy flows from the stone, and more intricate magical energy patterns circle Dr. Strange's forearms. The Cloak of Levitation flows behind him as if the Stone is creating a strong breeze. His eyes are closed, and his head is jerking rapidly from side to side, the motion blurring, but resembling looking for something.

Peter, you and your father ran over to him. Your father grabbed him, shaking him. “Strange! We alright?”

Dr. Strange snaps out of his trance and falls forward, letting out a cry.

“You're back. You're alright,” your father breathed in heavily as he took a step back.

“Hey, what was that?” Peter asked Strange who was still breathing deeply. He then sighed, looking at you all.

“I went forward in time to view alternate futures. To see all the possible outcomes of the coming conflict,” Strange spoke, looking deflated.

“How many did you see?” Quill had asked him.

“14,000,605”

Your father looked nervous as he asked the next question. “How many did we win?”

Dr. Strange stares intently at Tony for a moment. He looks at your father like he was silently apologising to him, giving you a quick glance. “One.”

At the time, that look meant nothing to you. Like it was just Strange tired from viewing all possible outcomes.

But looking back at it, you would’ve yelled at him. Pleaded with him. That somehow, someway it could’ve gone differently.

That there was an outcome that he may have missed.

-

You hid behind a rock with Peter, waiting for the arrival of Thanos. You were lying if you said you weren’t afraid. You were. It was like being a child. You think there’s monsters under your bed. You tell your parents, and they laugh, saying that monsters aren’t real. And then you return to bed, unable to sleep.

This is what it felt like, your heart thudding against your chest. This is it. This is what you’ve been waiting for. And although you’ve been waiting six years, you still didn’t feel prepared.

“Somethings not right,” you whispered to Peter, giving him a quick glance before keeping your eyes out for Thanos. “Something- I don’t think I- I will make it- fuck.”

You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes. Peter moved towards you, rubbing your back. “Pete? Can you promise me something?”

“Anything,” Peter spoke, looking at you concerned. You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to contain yourself.

“I don’t want you to comment on this, just a yes or a no. I don’t want sympathy and I don’t won’t hope. I just want a yes or a no,” You begun before looking away at him and back where Strange was. “If I don’t make it, take care of my father will you?”

“Y/N-“

“Will you?” You reinforced. Peter gulped, before nodding. He wouldn’t let you die. He couldn’t let you die. “Good. Great talk.”

You let out a little breath before you look back. A blue mist started appearing, getting bigger and bigger. You know what it was. It was a portal created by the tesseract. You remembered it from 2012.

You then see a giant man who looked almost 8 foot tall. He had a violet complexion and donned a gauntlet with four stones; reality, space, power and soul.

You held your breath as you realised he’s here. Thanos is here.

“Oh, yeah, you're much more of a "Thanos”,” Dr Strange spoke from the stone he was sitting on. Thanos looked at him, his face unchanged.

“I take it the Maw is dead,” Thanos sighed, as he slowly walked around before stopping. “This day extracts a heavy toll. Still, he accomplished his mission.”

“You may regret that,” Dr Strange replied arrogantly. “He brought you face-to-face with the Master of the Mystic Arts.”

Thanos let out a little smile. “And where do you think he brought you?”

You see Star-Lord crouch behind wreckage with his weapon ready, behind Thanos. You and Peter peek from behind Dr Strange. “Let me guess. Your home?”

Thanos begun explaining his home, showing various imagery of what used to be. Explains why he was doing what he was. Trying to justify himself.

Dr. Strange summons his Mandalas, entering a fighting pose. “I think you'll find our will equal to yours.”

And that’s when you all get out of your position.

“Ours?” Thanos spokes before he looks up to a see a chunk of wreckage descending rapidly on him, too rapidly to react and powered by your father. He is subsequently crushed by it.

The wreckage on top of Thanos erupts in purple, as he bellows in rage. He turns the hovering fragments into a flock of bats with the Reality Stone and swarms your dad with them, driving him back through the ruins.

Peter webs his eyes, and swings in to kick him in the face at the same time that Drax leaps from cover, blades in both hands, to knee-slide behind Thanos and try for a tendon slide across the back of the Titan's knee.

You jump through a portal that strange had created and blast golden energy, that sends Thanos hurdling back. He uses the reality stone to send the discarded ship towards you, but you fly in full speed right through it as the heat from the quantum energy sliced the metal of the ship.

Strange starts dueling with Thanos while Drax attacks similarly on his other side. Thanos punches Drax through a ruined wall, then shatters the blade with one hand and tears the web from his eyes. He advances on Doctor Strange and kicks at him, but Strange's shield absorbs the damage.

You make your way back on the ground, and shoot Thanos from behind. Thanos uses the Power Stone to shoot balls of energy towards you but you quickly deflect them with your own powers. You then use quantum energy to lift up a massive rock and aim it at Thanos who crushes it before it even reaches him.

“Don’t let him close his fist,” you had heard Dr Strange whisper to his cloak. The Cloak swoops off Doctor Strange's shoulders and wraps itself tightly around Thanos' armored hand, who starts tugging at this unexpected wrapping.

Doctor Strange starts throwing portals everywhere. Peter leaps through one on Thanos' left.

“Magic!��� He punches Thanos in the head and vanishes through a portal to the lower right before reappearing above Thanos. “More magic! Magic with a kick! Magic with a-“

Before he can finish Thanos turns, grabbing him from the air, and throwing him to the ground, with his hand around his neck. “Insect!”

He then throws him at Doctor Strange, knocking them both down. Thanos finally tears the Cloak away and is then promptly surrounded by fiery explosions as you bombarded him with your powers.

He sucks all the flame into the gauntlet with the Power Stone and fires it in a stream back at you, hitting you dead on and sending you far away.

Peter leaps from behind, more conventionally this time, while Thanos concentrates his fire on you, and webs the gauntlet and drops down in front of him, pulling hard to stop Thanos from hurting you.

‘Can’t let her die,’ Peter had thought.

Thanos yanks on the web-line, pulling the much lighter teenager towards him, and punching him on his way past. He tears the webbing free of the gauntlet just in time for a small spaceship to attempt to crash-land on him.

The ship drags Thanos along for a distance, burying him under debris. He stands just as the pilot leaps in a great arc to punch him, landing in front of him with an energy-blade at the ready.

It was Nebula.

Thanos punches her away. Doctor Strange uses the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak to pinion the gauntlet, pulling Thanos' fingers open and trying to pry the gauntlet off his hand.

Thanos tries to pull free, as Drax slides in from his right, kicking his knee and knocking him off-balance, then wrapping himself around Thanos' kneeling leg. You quantum blast his legs, making him fall, before holding his legs in a ball of energy.

Star-Lord shoots a electric trap onto the ground to Thanos' right, the tangle-field holding down his unarmored hand. Peter swings in, webs Thanos' chest then wraps it around behind him, digging his Iron Spider legs into the ground to anchor himself.

Doctor Strange opens a portal straight above Thanos' out of which drops Mantis, landing on the Titan's shoulders, her hands on his temples. He bellows as she tries to put him under.

Thanos was now trapped. And you were slightly relieved.

Your father is pulling on the gauntlet. Doctor Strange reapplies the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak to reinforce the trap's hold on Thanos' right hand, and the Cloak helps him pull. Thanos is finally subdued enough to incapacitate, not fully asleep.

“Is he under?” Your father spoke as continued pulling on the gauntlet. “Don't let up.”

“Be quick,” Mantis cried as she clenched her eyes closed, trying to concentrate. “He is very strong.”

“Parker, help! Get over here,” your father spoke as Peter drops his web-line, and hurries to help Tony with the gauntlet. “She can't hold him much longer. Let's go.”

Quill flies over to join the others, stands in front of Thanos, tauntingly. “I thought you'd be harder to catch. For the record, this was my plan. Not so strong now, huh? Where is Gamora?”

Thanos stirred from that name, still under asleep. “My Gamora.”

“No, bullshit,” Quill spat out, as you continued comcentrating your power on holding Thanos’ legs. “Where is she?”

Mantis lets out a sob, her face in shock. “He is in anguish.”

“Good,” Quill spat out harshly, staring at Thanos.

“He- he mourns.”

“What does this monster have to mourn?” Drax yelled.

Nebula had stood there, her eyes welling up as she put the pieces together. “Gamora.”

“Fuck,” you whispered, looking at Quill who’s face was in shock.

“What?”

Nebula shook her head with horror and sadness at what had happened. “He took her to Vormir. He came back with the Soul Stone but she didn't.”

Your father frasps the danger immediately and de-helmets. “Okay, Quill, you gotta cool it right now, you understand?”

Quill slowly turns to Thanos.

“Don't, don't, don't engage, we've almost got this off!”

“Tell me she's lying,” Quill spoke, now enraged. “Asshole! Tell me you didn't do it!”

“I had to.”

Quill shook his head while starting to tear up. “No, you didn't! No, you didn't!.”

He continues to rage and then pistol-whipping Thanos twice in the face, causing Mantis to let go in pain. “No you didn’t!”

“Quill!”

Your father leaps for Star-Lord's arm, re-helmeting and leaving Peter to pull off the gauntlet. You hold onto Thanos’ legs with your powers more strongly, your whole body aching in pain. Thanos wakes completely, now well and truly furious. He head-butts Mantis, grabbing the cuff of the gauntlet just as it is sliding off his hand, causing Peter to stumble back, and then throwing Mantis away off his shoulders.

Thanos kicks Drax off his right leg and into Nebula and Star-Lord, knocking them down. He yanks on the Crimson Bands holding his right hand to throw Doctor Strange far away, and swats away your father and his repulsor shots.

He then grabs you, using the power stone to chuck you across the sky. Peter sees this and runs over to you but before he reaches you, your head hits the rock.

Your vision starts to daze, the last thing you see is Peter’s face before you black out.

-

Your vision was blurry as you opened your eyes, blinking rapidly. You could hear voices murmuring somewhere as you focussed on the orange sky above you. You look to your left, seeing a familiar brown pair of eyes. “Peter?”

Peter smiled at you, but it didn’t fully reach his face. Your head was pounding as you looked at your surroundings. Half of the guardians passed out and you dad clutching his injured stomach. And then Strange. Strange didn’t have the time stone.

“Oh no,” you muttered shaking your head, making your head pound even more. “Wh- what happened.”

“Thanos wanted to kill your dad,” he mumbled defeatly, making your eyes widen as you looked over to your dad. “Then Dr Strange gave up the stone for his life.”

You quickly got up, Peter quickly trailing behind you just in case you had fell. You had ran up to your dad, taking him by surprise as you gave him a tight squeeze. No words were exchanged, but both of you knew how much you loved one another.

“Stop being such a self-sacrificial ass, okay?” you told him, grabbing his cheeks as you made him look you in the eyes. Your father gave you a sad grin and a little nod. “Y-you can’t do that.”

You then grabbed Peter and pulled him into the hug with you and your father. You guys all squeezed each other, happy that none of you guys had died. That you might have a chance of coming back home, or to what’s left of it if the remaining Avengers don’t win.

You then made eye contact with Dr Strange, who hasn’t stopped looking at you for a while now. You then pull away from the hug and walk over to him. “You gave away the stone.”

Dr Strange nodded, not breaking eye contact with you. “Yeah, I did.”

You nodded, looking at his face for any answers on why he did what he did. A thunder broke your gaze, as you looked up and saw a cloud forming. You then saw Dr Strange in the side of your eye let out a sigh.

You then felt sick, your stomach doing somersaults. Your vision started going in and out of focus, your whole body shivering. You were scared and terrified. You didn’t know what was happening but you knew it was something horrible.

“Ah!” You screamed, as you held your stomach in pain. Peter and your father ran over to you, trying to hold you upright.

“Hey, hey what’s wrong?” Your father asked as he sat you down. You shook your head, your eyes filled with tears as the most excruciating pain jolted throughout your body.

“Something is happpening,” Mantis cries as everyone looked over to her. And then the most horrifying thing happened to her. Her body had slowly disenergrated into ash, the wind carrying it away.

“Quill?” Drax had spoken as he too had disenergrated whilst Quill watched in horror. Your father had gotten up, walking over to Star-Lord as he too started to fade.

“Steady, Quill,” your dad spoke before Quill had vanished. You let out a sob as the pain got worse and worse.

“Tony,” Dr Strange had spoken, catching your father’s attention. Little speckles left his body as he looked at your dad with pleading eyes. “There was no other way.”

He had vanished as well, leaving you, Peter, your father and Nebula. You let out a cry before shaking your head. “It hurts so much!”

“Hey, Hey, Hey,” your dad spoke, his eyes tearing up. “It’s going to be fine. We just have to get back to earth.”

“You don’t understand!” You told him, lifting your arm up as you saw dust particles leave your hand and then re-forming. “Dad I- it’s me too. I have- he-“

You shook your head, not wanting to say. Your suit was trying to heal you. But the pain was getting worse and worse. “I h-have to turn the suit off.”

“No!” Your dad yelled at you. You looked at Peter, seeing tears fall down his face as he watched on silently. You closed your eyes, falling into a hysteria of cries.

“I’m gonna g-go either way Dad,” you spoke, unable to form coherent sentences. “I have to do it.”

“Please-“

“I l-love you dad. Please don’t waste your life,” you cried out to him, holding his hand. You then looked at Peter giving him a sad smile. “And Pete, I like you. I do. B-but I was always scared to give it a go. B-but remembered what you promised. P-please.”

“No, no, no you can’t just do that! You can’t smile at me and tell me everything’s gonna be alright every time it isn’t!” Peter shook his head at you, grabbing your hand. “You- you- please just- just lets take you home, we can fix this. P-please j-just look me in the- the eyes-“

“F.R.I.D.A.Y,” you whispered, as you gave your father one last look before looking at Peter who was a sobbing mess. You then squeezed his arm while he was speaking.

“A-and know everything’s going to be fine,” Peter finished, his whole body shaking. His Spider senses was on overdrive as anxiety flooded his whole body. He couldn’t lose you. Not again. Not ever. “J-Just please stay.”

“Turn off my suit,” you finished your command, giving both men a smile as you saw dust particles slowly leave your body.

“No!” Peter yelled out, trying to stop the dust from leaving your body. Your dad watched you, unable to take his eyes off from decaying daughter, watching in absolute shock and grief.

Peter’s senses allowed him to hear your heartbeat get fader and fader before it wasn’t there at all. He can hear every spec leave your body, one by one. It was by far one of the worst experiences in his life.

Peter Parker had to watch you die twice.

Your body slowly collapsed into a pile of ash. Peter sobbed as he grabbed the dust from the floor and trying to put them together. “Th-this isn’t h-her! S-she doesn’t l-look like this! She- we have to- she can’t- We have to fix her!”

Tony watched in silence as Peter tried to pick up your ashes. He watched as Peter let out a gut wrenching cry as he realised he couldn’t do anything with what was left of you. Tony then slowly picked up what was left of you and closed his hand into a fist as he placed it near his heart.

He had failed. He had lost his only daughter.

[theangrypokemaniac]

Alola Forms don't make sense.

Exeggutor they focus upon, prod and poke in the classroom, solely because its mutation is the single example of logic in the olid morass.

It's become an unwieldy coconut tree, but excessive heat kills plants quicker than provoking a growth spurt.

Plus it's gone from Grass and Psychic to Grass and Dragon.

Why?

It's based on the dragon tree.

How is that applicable to the situation?

Why would Exeggutor's body, sensing the sweltering surroundings, think to itself:

This calls for a type change. I know: Dragon!

It would only be of use if, as in real life, dragons always breathe fire, thus possess supreme resistance to avoid auto-immolation.

Except that in this world, dragons aren't Fire Pokémon, thus it is pointless.

The sun nurtured its secret Dragon powers.

By 'secret' you mean nonexistent before the Seventh Generation.

Not much point in having 'hidden talents' if they're usable only in a specific point on the globe.

I could take it that Exeggutor's brain boiled like the egg it once was, with Psychic abilities atrophied...

Eh? You mean Alola both destroys and creates magic minds?

It's because of its diet.

But for the fact that Raichu now has them instead.

What, those special floating berries no one else ever consumed?

What really helps is natural endurance, something to aid a Pokémon's survival in the Alola climate.

The most obvious ploy would be for all of 'em to transform into Fire-types. No element is better equipped to thriving there.

How is flying through the air, levitating on his own tail, a response to the tropics?

How does this combat horrible conditions?

If you've got an inferno in yer innards a little excess warmth from the outside won't prove too taxing.

But no:

It goes to a hot country, for which it is suited, and its method of adaption is to develop a weakness instead!

Oh, but it probably lives in the snowy mountains.

You mean a Fire Pokémon, on arrival, decides the best thing is to deeply inconvenience itself by scaling the local peak, risking freezing to death, just waiting for blessed alteration?

Vulpix in Alola becomes Ice!

How did the first example there know it'd happen?

Come on Vulpix! Time to evolve! I spent me life savings on a Fire Stone! Oh...

And Ninetales is a Fairy, as if that boosts its chances.

What part of a suffocating island chain encourages the flourishing of more ethereal qualities?

Maybe if Ice, it cools yer down. The heliocentric Hell hole is taking its toll on the rest, but you exude chilly relief.

Why is it still furry then? Those tails are burden enough.

The other category with an inbuilt sturdiness is probably Ground. A habitat of molten earth and arid wastelands render one accustomed to baking beneath unforgiving weather.

Marowak had the right idea, following my advice and turning Fire, but he lost Ground in the process.

How is that an improvement?

Sandshrew and Sandslash converted to Ice and Steel, both of which melt in flames!

Why would sand on floor, in the trees, in the air even, blown to town by beach-skimming sirocco winds, wear away the Ground in him?

Absurdly, as a Ghost, seems the evolution rites are now so traumatic to a Cubone it dies on the way.

What kind of madness is this?

That's nice, innit? Kick 'im when he's down!

Diglett's sprouted a few comb-over strands and Dugtrio grows a full mane.

Of course it does. Everyone knows hair follicles are stimulated into overdrive by sweating.

Yeah, ones it didn't have in the first place.

And whilst Exeggutor's extra height is the feasible result...

Geodude and its evolutions not only lose their protective Ground type in favour of redundunt Electric, they all have jumbo eyebrows and hairy heads, arms and top lips.

That's the iron filings attracted to his new magnetic aura.

Rattata and Raticate sport moustaches whilst being fried in the fur by a heat-absorbing black coat.

Apparently the sensible thing to do when faced with burning skies is give oneself greater susceptibility to its draining effects.

Good job, now it's worse off.

What's the other aspect of this equatorial location?

The blinding, omnipresent light.

Well Rattata and Raticate, exposed to the sheer incandescent force, naturally bowed to convention to become Dark, the obvious reaction.

That's how you survive the furnace of Alola.

It might do. Perhaps changing to Dark is like a tan. Your body protects itself with it to limit the damage of the sun's rays.

Of course it is, and they kindly arranged themselves in limited amounts as manly additions, rather than coat him in a thousand spikes all over like a sea urchin.

Absolute blackness is bound to block out much of the harm.

And the facial hair? What assistance is that providing? And what of everyone else?

Grimer and Muk also went Dark, which is what happens should you leave the gloomy, nocturnal, poisonous factorial pit of Gringey City for the fresh air and clean beaches of Alola.

New shades of sludge are down to all the interesting variety of refuse it consumes.

What, a load of scotch pancakes?

Oh-oh! I knew arrogant Alola held a supreme fondness for praising itself, but now they've the nerve to claim better junk than us!

Yeah, it ain't just enchanted fruit, Alola is so orsum even its trash is superior to ours, since it produces coloured effects.

Either that or locals use a lot of industrial-strength synthetic dyes, more than they choose to let on.

Reminds me of the Good Old Days in the North when children would play by the canal, fall in, and come out blue, and no one thought anything of it at the time.

One wonders why every living thing isn't Ice and Dark, give that these types apparently work wonders for the host.

At least Rattata, Grimer etc. kept their original types.

Meowth and Persian were so consumed by the miasma of overflowing darkness they stopped being Normal altogether.

That's right, and the crushing gravitational weight of those wormholes bursting out all over squeezed their heads until permanently disfigured.

Anyone else recall that Meowths are naturally quadrupedal, being cats, and that our Meowth achieved his rear-legged stance only from a year's worth of strain, beatings, failure and agony?

Yet Alola Meowth gets it handed to him effort-free, with the achievements of ours diminished in the process.

Here we are then: a land of simmering sultry pressure causes foreign Pokémon to become Ice (cold, hard, unfeeling), whilst its constantly illuminated and long days made 'em Dark (crafty, self-serving, evil).

And so hirsute, like they're desperate for disguise, however much they suffer in the process.

After all, when incest is not only legal, but obligatory, what won't you condone?

Did we complain? No, because we were glad of what we had then. Not like kids today.

What exactly lurks beyond the superficial, ever-grinning, unblinking façade of Alola?

Something's gotta be going on behind the plastic smiles to encourage such a bizarre trend.

[umisabaku]

I don't usually go for OT3s, but Your Heart Ain't Cold sold me on Kiyoshi/Hyuga/Riko, and rewatching Kuroko no Basket, I really see it. I don't suppose you could write anything for them? (I guess, default the canon universe, though an AU would be cool too.) As always, thank you for sharing your stories with all of us!

Riko realizes she's in love at the same time she realizes she's in love with two people. It happens all at once, when she sees Hyuuga and Kiyoshi arguing with each other over something stupid, and she almost says, "Just make out already," before she realizes how much she actually wants them to make out and how much she wants to make out with them.

But even as she realizes she's in love with two people she realizes all the implications and keeps quiet. Because she's read a hundred different books with love triangles and she knows what it means to be The Girl in love with two heroes. It never goes well. Queen Guinivere, Helen of Troy-- these women destroyed lives by loving two people or for coming between two men. 

So she keeps quiet. She sneezes when Hyuuga tries to confess, she changes the subject if Kiyoshi mentions romance, she'll do everything she can not to talk about love.

Because it won't end well.

*

Kiyoshi's known for a long time that he has a type, and that type is short, angry and determined. It's not his fault he meets two people who fit that criteria, and it's not his fault he falls in love with both of them.

He falls in love with Hyuuga first-- back when he has his stupid blonde hair and he's refusing to do something he loves. And then he meets Riko and she's just as passionate but also terrifyingly intelligent and too good for either of them and yet he knows they both love her.

That's the thing. He knows Hyuuga loves her, he knew they had a history when he first met them and he knows Hyuuga must have spent a long time pining after this girl. 

Hyuuga Junpei is his best friend, even if Kiyoshi wants to be more. And you don't hit on your straight best friend and you don't hit on your straight best friend's girl. Because he loves them both, he wants both of them to be happy. He wants them to be happy with each other.

Even if that means without him.

*

Hyuuga isn't exactly brave when it comes to talking about his feelings. He probably tried to ask Riko out a dozen times in middle school, but it never went anywhere beyond practicing in front of the mirror, and once in front of Izuki (who laughed the whole time, despite trying to get into character with an absurdly falsetto voice). 

It's why he had to make the goal-- win Winter Cup, confess to Riko. He made that his goal since he knew that losing Winter Cup meant he would have to confess to Riko, while naked, by Riko's own rules, and Izuki once pointed out that's probably the only way to motivate him into actually confessing. So Hyuuga made that rule for himself so that win or lose, he'd actually confess. 

Falling in love with Kiyoshi takes longer, because he’s been in love with Riko since middle school and he didn’t think he could love someone else. With Kiyoshi, it’s lust at first-- fevered dreams that turn to daytime fantasies about kissing him and then sometimes more than just kissing. 

He doesn’t confess to Riko after they win the Winter Cup, nor after more losses or more victories. If he can’t confess to one person, he’s pretty sure he can’t confess to two.

But then their graduating, and all of the sudden he realizes it’s clutch time, and really it’s now or never to make this three-point shot.

He kisses Riko first, when it’s just the three of them. Then before he can change his mind he kisses Kiyoshi next because if he’s going all in then he’s going all in. 

By the time the kiss is over, all his courage leaves him and he’s not sure he can still breathe.

“You idiot,” Riko says. “We could have been doing this for years.”

“There’s still years left,” Kiyoshi says, which doesn’t make any sense at all, but they’re all laughing and Hyuuga feels dizzy.

A/N: Hahaha, thanks friend!!! I LOVE this OT3 so much. SO MUCH. That I can’t believe I’ve never written anything for them. I should write a longer story for them. Hope you enjoyed!!

[xxxsunnybabes]

Gold Pt. 2

You were trapped. His onyx eyes seeped into yours like water seeped into cracks. He was a snake or a mind reader. You didn't really know. He knew you but you didn't know him. You didn't know any of them. But you felt safe.

Rating: T/M

Warnings: slight B x B (oral (m receiving), mentions of torture, my weird sandwich cravings, slight pinning, Hoseok being a possessive, manipulative little shit, Y/N moan!ng like crazy because, food. Do I really need to explain food?, Jet lag being too real

Word Count: 3k

A/N: I'm sorry it took so long! And I couldn't even write a long chapter for you guys. 😔

@kelly96q @the-spanishinquisition @dreamingmavis @superheros-and-others @xsmilebitesx @mariacorbi @leftflowerprunedonut @givemeletea @bangtanlove16

Pt. 0 | Pt. 1

The morning light was painful as you woke. The midnight blue sheets on you were too heavy and not warm enough. You used your forearm to sit upright and looked around the room in search of something. Or was it someone? There were things you were forgetting. Like, how did you get here? What happened last night? Why don't you remember anything besides getting in a taxi?

You breathed in slowly, hoping to stop your imagination before it started. You decided to retrace your steps with your memories. There was only a slight itch in your throat so it couldn't have been more than two days. You pulled the ivory colored sheets off you and slid to the foot of the bed. You dipped a toe down, like testing a pool's temperature, praying that the tile wasn't too cold. "I don't have shoes on and my clothes are gone," You noted as you played with the midnight blue slip you were wearing. The tile was actually warm so you put both of your bare feet on it. Once you were standing a knock sliced through the room.

Your head snapped to the door it had originated from. You pulled at the two door handles that were closest to you to try and find a way to escape. The french door led to a garden that was more twigs and weeds than flowers but maybe that would be safer than whoever was behind that door. You gave the handles one final yank even though it was clear that they were locked.There were no windows and only two other doors; the one the mystery person knocked on was in front of you and the other was to your left. What if the door to the left held something worse? It was completely 50/50 so you went with your gut

Each step you took to your chosen door made you feel more and more like a pig going for slaughter.

The person didn't waste a second and slid into the room like a snake going in for the kill. But when his light brown eyes with dark specks that looked like red met yours, you felt a calm sense of deja Vu. You took a second to take him in. You couldn't quite tell if the thick black lines shaped like scales around hs eyes were eyeliner or bags, maybe both. He was built like a rock and there was something almost supernatural about him. You watched the muscles in his arm twitch as he closed the door behind him.

"You're prettier then they said," he muttered as he looked at you and then gave you a breathtaking smirk, "I'll let you check me out." He sounds so- friendly? But his gaze was searing. You gave him a small smile, "Sounds like you're the one checking me out." He held his hands up in defeat, "Caught red-handed." You should be scared, you know you should be. But something about his playful attitude puts you at ease. He ran a hand through his velvety chocolate hair, "Aren't you hungry? I bet you have questions too," You nodded and he sat on the edge of the bed, "Shoot."

"One, where am I? Two, what happened last night? Three, who are you? And most importantly," You played with the silk slip again (you're pretty sure cost more than your college tuition), "Who dressed me, and where can I change?"

"Some of those questions are not mine to answer. I can tell you this though: I, pretty lady, am Park Jimin and I'm the one dressed you." He walked to the door and opened it before pointing to something in the back corner, "You see that bureau? There are clothes there. I'll wait outside and then we'll head to the kitchen."

You're disturbed that a stranger changed you but- "It's so pretty." You noticed there were little silver sparkles on the dress, making it look like stars at night. "You'll have to thank Taehyung then." You gave him a questioning look but he stopped you, "You'll see, princess."

He then walked out so you could change. It was pointless though, seeing as he had clothed you. You walked to the bureau and froze, it was identical to the one you had back home. You pulled at the top right drawer and sure enough, it had underthings, just like back home. You pulled at the most comfortable looking ones and laid them on the bed. You then grabbed a pair of navy blue jeans (middle drawer) and a tan sweatshirt (bottom right drawer).

You carefully lay the slip on the bed and walked out of the door Jimin had also gone out of. He was standing to your left in a 'cool guy pose' like you see in cheesy romcom movies. Before you could say anything, he took your hand and led you to a room adjacent to yours. You tugged quickly on his hand, causing him to stumble back a little, "Wait, I forgot to ask you something. What about my grandmother?" He turned slowly to you and you swear his eyes flashed a deep violet and then you forgot what you just said, no memory of why you came to Korean in the first place left.

He pushed against the dark granite door and it creaked open eerily. The room was a dark red and it reminded you of crusted blood. There were Royal Blue couches lining the corners of the room and glass table of the same color in the center of it all. There were probably about twenty people on the couches and almost all surrounded one person, a man with sea green hair. There a male around twenty that was so pretty you almost mistook him for a girl that was slowly sucking off the green haired man. Jimin clapped twice, singlaning some to leave. The pretty boy gave him one last bob of his head before the turquoise haired boy slipped his hands through the pretty boy’s silky black locks and released deep into his throat. The raven haired raised from his knees and smiled at the slightly red and angry cock standing proudly beneath him. The sea boy licked his lips while pushing some of the release that had leaked from the boy’s lips and allowing him to suck on his thumb a little. The sight was incredibly hot but some part of you was jealous at the attention the black haired, grey eyed pretty boy was getting.

Everyone filtered out except six people that were still sitting on the couches, one in particular that you recognized. “You!” you yelled as you grabbed his collar, “Explain to me how and why i’m here, right now. And don’t tell me you don’t recognize me, Jung Hoseok!” He growled slightly and the bridge of his nose wrinkled slightly like a wolf’s; but instead of scaring you and causing you to let go of his shirt like he planned, you held his shirt tighter. “What happened last night? Where in hell’s lair am I?” But instead of answering your questions he flipped you onto the couch, held you there, and then addressed the others with a power hungry smile, “Introductions first?” They all nodded and sat even closer to you. You had noticed from the second you yelled at hoseok that some of the six had moved closer, like they were drawn to you.

What looked to be the youngest stood in the center of the room and yelled nervously like he was auditioning for the first time, “Hi! I’m Jungkook. It’s- um- nice to meet you, Y/N!” He smiled nervously before half hopping to sit next to Jimin, who nudged the blue haired boy to speak next. You blushed profusely when he leaned over and made direct, inescapable eye contact with you, “The name’s Taehyung, Kim Taehyung. Welcome to the house of weirdos, I hope you survive.” He then gave you a boyish smile that did not go at all with the noises that he had been making just ten minutes ago. You looked over at the right side of the couch, which still had three people you had yet to meet. Before they could introduce themselves, your stomach growled absurdly loudly. You looked pleadingly at Jimin with a slight pout in your lips he gave you a slow smile that caused his eyes to scrunch before talking to one of the guys from the right couch, “Are you going to show her the kitchen, Jin-Hyung or will I?”

Said male took your hand from Hoseok, who you hadn’t realized was holding it. Before leading you out the door you had entered from and turning to the left. After about a minute of walking in what was, surprisingly, not awkward silence, he pivoted on his heal and smirked as he took you into a steel door, “So you’re Y/N?” You smiled slightly at him, “The one and only.” Ew, why did your voice sound like a prepubescent boy? “Are you going to answer my questions or are you going to fatten me up so you can eat me?” you joked. You had expected his eyes to darken like the others had before but, his didn’t. You didn’t realize it until you were in a room alone with him, but he felt the most normal. The room you had been in previously had felt stuffy with supernatural and restless energy.

He pulled out a skillet and started the burner, “What would you like? I can make almost anything.” You thought for a second but nothing came to mind so you said, “Surprise me.” The happy flicker in his eyes seemed to say ‘ I hoped you’d say that.’ You mapped out the room as he got everything out and in order for what he was making. There were white marble tiles covering the floor and halfway up the wall and the rest of the wall and ceiling were painted except the wall that had the oven, dishwasher, refrigerator,and cabinet space, which was painted a plain black. About 3 feet to the right of the door was a island that had a built in hibachi table and could also double as a dining table. The stools were black with silver accents and wrapped around the island. Seokjin had laid out cauliflower, persuto, olive bread, and provolone.

He began frying the persuto and olive bread in a cast iron pan and while they fried he cut up the cauliflower. He turned the presuto and olive bread over with tongs so they would get toasted evenly before placing the bread on a plate, placing provolone, persuto, and the cauliflower on one slice, and then cutting the sandwich in half and sliding it to your seat. You licked hungrily, “Thank you, Jin,” and then dug in happily, groaning from the first bite. You continued to eat and pulled some of the grilled cheese off the sandwich and swallowed it, moaning eagerly. One of the two boys you still had to be introduced to walked in during your moan fest.

This one has bleach blonde hair and was probably the tallest out of all of them, "Wow, hyung. You only made her a sandwich? We both know you can do better than that." You raised your hand childishly before Seokjin could respond, "This, is the tastiest sandwich I have ever had. I need to know where you get this stuff and if it can be shipped to my home."

"Home?" The blonde's eyes had turned a milky white, "This is your home now." Seokjin grabbed the male's shoulder, "Namjoon, you're scaring her." You hadn't realized it, but you had moved to the furthest seat from Namjoon. His eyes bordered on transparent and you could see all the blood vessels in them. He seemed to grow taller and from your angle you couldn't see that his feet had actually came off the ground and he was hovering. Just then, the last person you had to meet pushed open the door and pressed what looked like a cross to Namjoon's chest.

Namjoon returned to his normal height and black-grey eye color. He rubbed his breast where the older male had pressed the cross, "Thanks, Yoongi-hyung." It was all too much, the eye colors constantly changing, the suffocating energy, the halls that were all the same black stone… everything was too much to take in at once. So your body did what it always did when you were overwhelmed, it gave out and you fell onto the cool white tile.

///Hoseok's POV///

As soon as you left with Jin we all sighed. Your presence was so strong and even though it might take a while to get use to, we were already craving more of it. Your energy enhanced ours and the new power pushed at our most powerful body parts. I felt it most in my legs and I couldn't stop stretching them. I looked around and noticed Taehyung scratching his shoulder blades, Jungkook chewing uncomfortably at his gums, Jimin's eyes were watering and his nails had grown significantly, and Namjoon was slightly hovering. Of course, Yoongi wasn't affected.

Namjoon was the first to give in, "I'm fallowing them." I grabbed his wrist and pulled him close enough to my face that he couldn't look away, "Don't lose control. She doesn't know the affect she has on us." He nodded tightly and speed walked to the kitchen. I sighed and leaned back into the couches. I could hear Jimin shuffling from the other side of the room and could smell the fear radiating off him. "What is it, Jimin?"

"I know I got to know her the least out of all of us, but I remember her being extremely clever and sharp, especially when it came to us." I turned to him, "And your point is?" He played with his fingers a little, "Even if we don't tell her, she'll figure it out." I growled slightly, I knew he was right. "Then how do you suggest we tell her, Jimin?"

"I, um-" we all felt it at the same time but Yoongi was the first to react. He was off the couch in seconds and speeding down to the kitchen. I was next and the rest followed me. By the time we reached the kitchen, Yoongi had calmed down Namjoon and Y/N had fainted.

I picked you of the floor and held you close, I had missed holding you so much. I kissed your forehead and turned to Namjoon, "I'm going to lay her in my room and then I'm going to deal with you."

He looked terrified and I knew it was more out of worry for you then worry for himself. I took you to my room, which was connected to yours, and laid you down in my fur sheets. Hopefully you would find these was warmer than the others. Once I was satisfied that you were warm and comfy I went to the room in the basement that we had for torture. Namjoon was already there and was sitting in his knees in the center.

I grabbed the closest tool to me and turned to him, "Are you ready?"

///2nd Person (Y/N's POV)///

You woke about an hour after Hoseok had laid you down. There was a slight knock on the door and you said I tired 'Come in'. It was Taehyung, "Did I wake you?" You shook your head with a smile and tried to tame your hair, "What is it?" He looked almost shy and mumbled sightly, "Did you like the slip?" You laughed a little a little in your head, 'Cute'. You grabbed both of his hands and he blushed with one of his boxy smiles, "I thought it was beautiful, Taehyung."

His eyes lit up, "Can I make you another one?" You smiled again because it was hard not to, he was a puppy, "Sure!" He let go of your hands and walked to the door, "Hoseok-hyung will come for you soon." You nodded and waved as he left. You layed back down and slept for about another thirty minutes. Jet lag is no joke, people.

You woke to Hoseok playing with your hoodie's strings. "Where is Namjoon?" He growled, he seemed to do that a lot, "He won't be able to walk for a little." You gapsed, "What did you do to him?" He ignored your question like he always did and pushed your shoulder slightly so you would lay down. "I'll answer all your questions if you sleep for a little longer." Almost like a spell, you fell asleep at soon as your head hit the pillow.

///Hoseok's POV///

I heard Jimin open the door, "Will you really answer her questions?" I turned to him with a possessive smile, "Maybe. It might be fun to watch her squirm and try and find out the truth though."

[life-love-and-alcohol]

MUAHAHAHHAHAHAHA I HAVE COME TO MAKE YOU SUFFER WHY YOU ASK BECAUSE I WILL MAKE YOU CHOOSE BETWEEN THREE EQUALLY HORRIFIC AND BEAUTIFULLY CHALLENGING HEADCANONS WHICH YOU ARE EITHER GOING TO LOVE OR HATE -OLD VIKTUURI AND ONE OF THEM IS IN THEIR DEATH BED AND THEY FLASHBACK - VIKTOR HAVING AN ACCIDENT AND BEING TAKEN OFF THE ICE FOREVER - I W A N T T H E D E A T H O F T H E D O G Btw Sof, I love you. I don't even think I'm ready to read what you'll write; I just love the way you do it

OK FIRST OF ALL HOW DARE YOU?? Secondly: I don’t know who I hate the most, you for requesting this, or me for actually choosing the worst option. 

“I’m reallysorry, Mr. Katsuki”

The wordsdidn’t sound as painful as he had thought they would be.  In fact, they had no effect. They felt empty,numb, like an emotional placebo.

He knew itwould happen eventually, he had prepared himself for it for the last fewmonths. The impact of the news couldn’t compare to the shock and the dread offinding out he was sick. Those had been the real bad news. That had been theday, that his happy ever after was given an expiration date.

“It’s ok, Iunderstand”

He walkedinto the room slowly, ignoring the kind offers of the nurse asking if he neededanything, and followed what had been his ritual for the past three months. Hehanged his coat on the wooden chair’s backrest, and used the support of hiswalking stick to help him sit down, facing the man that was lying on top of thebed, white, so white, that Yuuri almost lost him within the hospital bedsheets.He licked his creased lips, he hadn’t realized he was trembling until hereached for his husband’s hand and saw himself shaking. It was then or never;he knew the sedatives wouldn’t take long to kick in and, once he fell asleep,he wouldn’t wake up again.

“Vitya?”

He strokedthe back of his hand, and the man opened his eyes lazily, blinking a few times.There was that spark of icy blue, the contrast of color against all thewhiteness. His eyes were the only thing that were still the same, that hadn’tfall pray of the effects of old age, and popped out young and beautiful fromthe wrinkly skin of his face. Yuuri couldn’t stop staring at them, couldn’tstop himself from praising what was still left, what had felt so inflexible andfamiliar for almost sixty years of marriage. He saw him smile, new foldsdrawing on his cheeks and the corner of his mouth, and felt his fingersresponding to the touch.

“Hello,love”

Usually,then would come the “how are you doing?” question, but that day he didn’t feellike asking it. He didn’t want to hear the answer. He kept looking at him,having so much to say and yet nothing at all. Love and grief kept cancellingeach other inside his mouth and in the end he couldn’t speak, just stare, andhold his hand in his.

So, unableto find a proper replacement for his routine, which he knew would become evenharder after that day, he waited in silence until it was Viktor who spokeagain.

“You reallyare beautiful, you know?” He said, voice groggy and tired, and Yuuri couldn’teven fake a snort. Instead, he sighed, and caressed up his bony arm.

“Don’t saystupid things. We are old”

“But youare” He insisted, smiling that silly heart-shaped smile of his that was soridiculously contagious “You will always be beautiful in my eyes”

“I’m allwrinkly”

“Just like atasty raisin” He joked.

“I’moverweight”

“You know Ialways liked your squishy belly”

“My hair isgrey”

“Hey, wematch!” He coughed a chuckle “Hasn’t mine always been?”

Yuuri grinned,tracing his fingers on the familiar silver locks, now so much thinner and whiter,but still soft and absurdly soothing. He couldn’t help but remember just howconcerned his husband had been all his life about his growing hairline. Andnow, even though scarce and shorter, he still had hair on top of his head.

He unconsciouslyplayed with his ring, kind of big for his now scrawny fingers, only staying inplace because of the way the wrinkled flesh had molded to it after so manyyears. If he moved it a bit, he could see even paler skin beneath. A permanentprint, eternal, drawn on him forever.

“I love you”He said, although he knew it meant nothing. It never meant anything. He alreadyknew he loved him, in fact, he knew that phrase couldn’t even cover hisadoration in the slightest. But there was something musical in it, poetic. Itwasn’t the meaning what brought them close whenever he said it, but maybe theintention, the drive, the need. He needed to tell him he loved him. It wasn’t adeclaration, they had got over confessions way too long ago already. It wasmore like a symbol, a piece of art, something pretty and enchanting to rejoicein. And that’s exactly why he felt like saying it right then “I love you, somuch”

“I love youtoo, solnyshko” Viktor closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, and Yuuri couldsee him grimace with effort “I really want to kiss you, but I don’t think I canmove right now”

“You canalways ask” He hadn’t meant his voice to sound like a sob, but it did. And ashe leaned in to kiss his lips, softly, lovingly, without paying attention tohis sore back, he feared he may start crying. He didn’t.

“Don’t giveme that face…I’m ok, Yuuri”

“No you arenot”

“I am, I amhappy” He said, closing his eyes, feeling the soft touch of his husband’s handas it cupped his cheek “You made me a happy man, love. You gave me a good life”

“Viktor…”Yuuri tried to speak, but his voice cracked and the sentence broke.

“It wasalways you…” He whispered, his lips felt heavy, and so did his lids “Remember thecup of China, when I was twenty-seven and you were twenty-three?”

“Of course” He nodded “Our first kiss”

“And the wedding? Remember how Yurio got drunk?”

They both laughed softly, ironically, clenching theirtangled hands.

“I could never forget that. I remember everything, everysecond I lived by your side” He stroked his cheek “The honeymoon, thecompetitions, adopting Lori…and then, even after we retired, everything we didtogether”

“Our trip to Paris…”

“That was wonderful”

“You see? How could I not be happy?” Yuuri still couldn’tget it, he couldn’t understand why the weary grin on his lips was genuine. Itwas ludicrous. “It’s all thanks to you. And you know why?” his husband asked,smiling cheekily and turning to kiss the palm of his hand “Because youtaught me the meaning of Life and Love”

“Hmm?” He sucked his lips inwards, seeing how theother’s breath got slower and slower with every passing second and how his eyeslost focus “And what’s the meaning?”

“Life may not be eternal…” He closed his lids,giving his hand one soft, shaky squeeze “But Love is”

In that moment, Yuuri saw his face falling gently to rest onthe side of the pillow and the grip on his fingers ceased. Every muscle relaxedand his lips, cold and pale, blew against his palm a deep, warm breath. Thelast one.

Only then, Yuuri allowed himself to cry.

Two weeks later, he was admitted into hospital. Lori hadinsisted he moved in with her, but he couldn’t even consider it before he fellsick. Medics couldn’t do more but prologue the inevitable, and after the long courseof a month, Yuuri Katsuki closed his eyes for good. He passed away some windy Decemberevening, in the company of his loving daughter, and washed over by a feeling ofunexplainable peace. And right before, when reality got foggy and melted intothe memories of his husband, his voice, calling for him…he finally understood.And he felt happy, too.

I hate myself